8 comments/ 24089 views/ 23 favorites The Slave of Dystonia Ch. 01 By: AlmostRhia Hello Readers! I just want to say that I am happy to have you reading The Slave of Dystonia! This chapter doesn't have anything erotic in it, and may start kind of slow, but I promise you it is worth the wait! Hope you enjoy, and feel free to comment! I am new to writing erotic fiction, and I'd love to hear your opinions. Enjoy! AlmostRhia ***** The story begins with two countries battling. As always, there is a winner and a loser. Here's the shocker; I'm on the winning side. I live in the powerful country of Dystonia. Ruled by a vicious committee of lords, 12 to be exact, we are a country that takes what it wants. And doesn't give back. Our newest victim is the country of Lystina, a peaceful country where time is spent more on the basics of life, and less on a strong military program. They don't even have electricity. Don't ask me why Dystonia has decided to take over this country. I wouldn't know. I don't necessarily agree with my countries' ideas, most importantly that of slavery. After the war with Nakii, which was the worst in the sense that we almost didn't win, one of the 12 lords brought up the idea of slavery, as a way to display that Dystonia was not a country to be trifled with. I guess it stuck. I was 5 at that time. The only thing I remember was my parents' disgust with what our country was becoming. I still remember the conversation today... "And this is what Dystonia has become, has it? A filthy, worthless country whose goal is to make others suffer. Makes me sick," said my father, pacing around the living room, the TV still blaring the recent news about slavery. "Byron, stop it. We both knew this moment was coming. Why act so surprised?" said my mother, moving off the couch to comfort him. As she went to touch him, he spun on his heals, eyes filled with rage. "I just didn't expect it to happen so soon!" He sighed, running his fingers through his dark hair, grey speckling his temples. "I'm sorry, Arilyn, I..." he paused, looking over to my sitting form on the couch. "I just want a good life for her," he continued in a quiet voice. "And she'll have one. We will make sure of that. She will realize the fault in Dystonia, and like us, will fight for what's right." My parents did fight for what's right. They fought until their untimely death when I was 18. And after their death, they left me to fight the same fight. So here I am, continuing the tradition. Freeing the slaves of Dystonia. ***** The trapdoor burst open, opening up to a large dark bedroom. My bedroom. I crawled out of the door, and turned back around the help the girl behind me get out of the hole in the floor as she sobbed uncontrollably. We had finally reached my house, which happened to be one of the many safe havens for runaway slaves. I grabbed her hand, and used all of my strength to pull her into my bedroom. She desperately needed sleep. And a bath. Even still, it was hard to hide my horror at the way she had been treated. There were deep scars around her wrist and neck, a display of servitude. I'm sure there were other scars as well, hidden by darkness. "Oh my god, I just c-c-c-can't believe I'm out of that hellhole," she cried behind me. She was a tiny girl, about 5 feet and very skinny, with long black hair matching her dark eyes which were filled with tears. I helped her to her feet, only to have her stumble and almost fall to the ground. Luckily, I caught her before she fell. Despite her frail figure, I was not very strong and nearly fell myself. "Jesus, be careful!" I exclaimed, helping her back up before massaging my now sore shoulder. "I'm so sorry, I just... you have no idea how horrible, I mean... it was crazy! He was crazy... I'll never forget how he... You have to run! You have to-" "Shhh," I whispered, and put a finger to her lips to silence her. She then broke into sobs again, throwing herself into my arms. I embraced her welcomingly, trying to make her feel better. She was right. I never had been through what she'd been through. And I never would be. While it was a horrible thought, I was comforted by that fact. I would never be a slave. I looked around the dark room, and then to my bedside clock, which read 3:15 a.m. Had we really taken that long? I went down to the tunnels to get her at around 12, but I suppose because of her weak condition that it made sense. It had taken me twice as long to get her back to the house because she kept falling and crying. I continued to glance around, worried of being seen. Although the windows were dark, I had a horrible feeling I was being watched. I pulled her away from me to look into her eyes. "Listen. I know that it has been rough for you, but we need to get you to the next safe house and out of Dystonia as soon as possible, understand? You leave here tomorrow morning, and you need to be refreshed before you leave. I'll show you to your room, that way you can take a bath and get some good sleep, alright?" She nodded obediently, and I led her through the house and into a small room with a bathroom inside of it. She thanked me, and closed the door quietly, tears still in her eyes. I sighed, and turned back towards my bedroom, preparing to go back into the tunnels. I hated it down there. Made only of dirt, the tunnels were crawling with bugs and roots, and the dark dankness of it all made it worse. Preparing myself for the trip, I opened the trap door, and slunk back into the corridor. Grabbing the flashlight stowed away in my belt, I turned the switch on and began the walk again. It was a lonely horrific walk, as usual, but I continued on, remembering my purpose. It took about thirty minutes to reach the main corridor, where the tunnel split, leading to more safe houses, and also back to the slave owners' own houses. Once there, I shined my light around the large cavern. "Garrett?" I whispered harshly, shining my light down various tunnels to try and spot him. "Garrett, it's me." Suddenly, a figure emerged from one of the tunnels; I let out a short scream before my attacker put his hand over my mouth, twisted me around, and held me tight against his muscled chest, his free hand coiling over the front of my hips. "Hey baby," he cooed into my ear, and at the sound I relaxed and rolled my eyes before licking the hand covering my mouth. At the action he laughed and released me, wiping his wet hand on his jeans. "Jumpy today, aren't we?" "Fuck you, Garrett," I replied, keeping my body turned so he wouldn't spot my wide grin. "You scared the shit outta me. You know better than that," I turned back to him, attempting to look as irritated as possible. He only laughed at my expression, and led me over to a section of dirt, which, somehow, looked nicer than the rest of the place, and we sat. "How was it tonight?" he asked seriously, all amusement gone from his face. I sighed, putting my head in my hands. "Another one of Lord Harper's." Garrett nodded knowingly, looking sadly at me. Tears threatened to slide down my cheeks, but I sniffled harshly to avoid it. How pathetic would it be for me to cry? I wasn't even a victim. Garrett put his arm around me, urging me to continue. "Garrett, I just don't understand. How can he do this to people? How can our country do this to people? It's wrong, to make these innocent bystanders of war become slaves to heartless barbarians like Harper." I paused, thinking of what to say next. "I want to do what's best. I want to help these poor people, like my parents did. But any more of this, and I'll be needing just as much psychiatric help as Harper's slaves." He looked at me knowingly. "Emi, you don't have to do this anymore. You know that." I looked back up at him, irritation spreading through me. "But I do have to do this, Garrett. I want to do this. I need to make things right." "But you don't have to! You have no obligation." I glared at him darkly. Wasn't it everybody's obligation to help? Wasn't that what being a country was about? Standing up for what's right? Well, maybe not my country's idea of what is right, but the general moral idea. But not everybody was as willing. Even still, people were too scared to act out against slavery. Or maybe, a small voice said inside my head, regular people, just like you, agreed with it. What a sick thought. "I better get back to the girl, she will freak out if she wakes up alone." I stood up, brushing the dirt off my clothing in an attempt to hide my discomfort. Garrett looked up at me with a sad expression, but before I could let it effect me too deeply, I turned around and headed back to the house. ******** 5 am came quickly, but I didn't sleep a wink. I was too jittery on moving the girl out of my house and into the next one. It was a very delicate process, one that had been created long ago when slavery first started in Dystonia. Named the Nakii Safeway (because slavery had been introduced after the Nakii War), the idea was to have underground paths that lead from various slave owners or auction outlets to safe houses. Each safe house owner, called an Escort, was given times and dates for when to pick up slaves through the underground paths. Small pieces of parchment would be nailed to the trap door from the leaders of the system, and the Escort had to move slaves from place to place according to the times on the paper. The slave was then passed off from Escort to Escort until out of the country. The last safe house provided identification and money for the slaves, keeping them away from the clutches of Dystonia. The reason the system worked so well was because Escorts were never allowed to have contact with each other outside of the system. Hell, they weren't even allowed to know each other's names. This was so if one Escort got caught, he or she wouldn't be able to give the whole system away. This was how communication worked. And it obviously worked well, since the Nakii Safeway had never been discovered. It sounds sketchy, I know. And believe me, there have been a few close calls. If you could imagine how a rich politician would feel when his trophy and sex slaves keep disappearing, multiply that anger times 10. Sex slaves are quite replaceable, and while they are embarrassed their slave got away, the anger quickly dissolves. But if you get a trophy slave out, it's a big deal. It is actually pretty rare to get a trophy slave out safely. In fact, it has only happened 10 times in the 15 years the Nakii Safeway has existed. On average, we get about 2 slaves out per week. Sometimes 3. However, most of these slaves come from lowly farmers in the countryside or auction outlets. Even still, once a month we usually get a sex slave from some rich bastard. And, of course, it is always lovely to dream about saving a trophy slave. At exactly 6, the girl and I headed back into the tunnels. She had been silent all morning, and looked oddly at the floor. It made me nervous. Recently, we had been getting a lot of sex slaves from Lord Harper, one of the worst lords of Dystonia. Every single slave we rescued from him seemed to be scarred deeply, and was never able to become happy again, despite the fact that they were free. I walked closer to her, in some sort of pathetic attempt to make her feel more at ease. "So, what's your name?" I asked softly. She looked up, with a surprised expression. It was soon replaced with a faint smile. "Lorena. Lorena Malcolm. And yours?" I laughed half-heartedly. "I wish I could tell you my full name, but it's kind of against protocol. Feel free to call me Emi." She smiled at me again, but a real smile, one that could be genuine. I wished I could get to know her better. I wished that everything was different, and that these poor people I had been meeting I could actually connect with. It made me sad for a second, but I quickly snapped out of my reverie, reminding myself why I was here. "Look, I know that last night was really hard for you, and that you probably would like to rest and relax for a few days. However, there is no way that I can do that. I am taking you to the main base of these underground tunnels, and there you will meet with your next Escort. This will continue until you are safely out of the country. It may take a week, and it might even take a month. Just remember to stay strong, and know that freedom is ahead." Lorena looked slightly confused. When I gave her a questioning look, she asked in a quiet voice, "but won't I ever see you again? And are you going to be alright?" I smiled sadly and touched her shoulder. "I've been doing this for years, I'll be fine." Before she could reply, however, she let out a blood-curdling scream and fell to the floor. I hastily kneeled beside her, and tried to keep her calm and quiet. However, she would not stop screaming. Panicking, I asked her repetitively what was wrong, and was attempting to control her by grabbing her thrashing arms. "Lorena! Lorena what the hell is going on?!" But she kept screaming and screaming. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and she was shaking uncontrollably. I knew that I couldn't fix this alone. "Help! Please, someone, help me goddammit!" I shrieked down the tunnel, hoping that the Escort in the main base could hear me. And then suddenly, it stopped. She finally lay still. I was hoping that this was a good sign. However, when I looked back at her, her body wasn't moving. My eyes went to hers, only to see them lifelessly looking up at the ceiling. Tears began to fall onto my cheeks. "No no no please Lorena please don't do this!" But it was too late, and she had already left me. Screaming in frustration, I stood up and ran down the tunnel. I needed to find some help. I needed to know that maybe there was still some sort of hope for the poor girl I had left behind me, laying there lifelessly. However, as I was running towards the main base, I heard a faint popping sound. Before I knew it, a metal net was encasing my entire body, bruising me as it came onto me from out of the darkness of the tunnel. I shrieked and fell to the floor. I immediately tried to get it off me and stand up, but I learned quickly that it was impossible to do so, since the net was so heavy. Still I struggled, until I heard footsteps coming from the main base. Suddenly, two men came into view, and each wielded a uniform that I only knew too well, the Dystonia City Police. Shit. "Well, well, well, look what we have here, another Escort," said the first one, a tall looking man in his 40's. "Damn! This is like the tenth one already! How many do you think they have?" This man was about the same age, but very short and fat. "Who the hell cares? Point is, this "Nakii Safeway" or whatever the fuck they called it is gonna be gone now." This statement made me perk up. "Nice try asswipe. But I don't think that will ever happen," I said confidently, looking up at the two morons. "Well this one has quite the mouth," said the fat officer, chuckling to his partner. "But I think I know a way to fix that." He smirked, and grabbed his package through his pants. Before I could respond, the taller one leaned down to look into my eyes. His eyes were cold, unwelcoming. He was definitely more intimidating then the fat one. "Oh really? Because we have already captured the leaders of the Nakii System. This is just us cleaning up the scraps." Dumbfounded, I tried to speak. "Wha- But how? This is impossible... I don't under-" "I know. It did seem impossible. But thanks to your little friend-" he pointed down the tunnel back to where Lorena's body lay still "-we were able to find out about this entire system. Oh, don't fret too much. It was only a matter of time." He then pointed his tranquilizer gun at my neck, and shot out a dart. Everything went black. The Slave of Dystonia Ch. 02 Hello Readers! Yes, I'm back, and I'm sorry it's been a while since I last posted! But I have had a lot going on lately and I've barely had time to work on the story. Anyways, good news is that I am almost done with chapter 3, so once this is posted, chapter 3 should be up very soon. Again, no sex in this chapter, sorry! But hold out just a little longer. I promise it will be worth it ;) Happy reading! AlmostRhia ***** Waking up felt horrible. I opened my eyes to a dark interior, and I could tell from the motion that I was in the back of a semi truck. Groaning, I sat up to get a better idea of my surroundings. Yes, I was definitely in the back of a large truck. However, this truck wasn't carrying cargo, I realized quickly. It was carrying Escorts. I looked at the rest of the people surrounding me, and was thoroughly surprised. I had never known how big the Nakii Safeway was. I figured that there were about 20 Escorts that helped with the system. However, surrounded by 50 people, I quickly came to realize what a difference we may have actually made. I recognized a few people here and there, ones that I had come in contact with throughout my time in the system. But there was only one I was interested in finding. Slowly, I got up from my position. A few Escorts eyed me warily, but otherwise paid me no mind. Why would they care? They had finally been caught. I started to walk around, looking for a white blonde head of hair I knew only to be Garrett's. The truck was disgusting. I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep, or how I had even got into this giant truck in the first place, but I figured it had been a while considering the condition of my surroundings. It smelt strongly of body odor as well as piss. I couldn't believe that all of these Escorts, all of these amazing and strong people had been reduced to the condition of sitting in their own excrement inside a dark truck. Shuddering, I continued walking to find Garrett. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of short white blonde hair. I ran towards it eagerly. He didn't see me coming, and as I approached I kneeled down to hug his sitting form. "Garrett! Oh thank God you're okay," I cried, clutching him closer to me. He turned quickly, a smile on his face. I paused. "Holy shit, what happened to your face?" Garrett's face, normally handsome with an arrogant smirk to match, was swollen badly with purple and black blotches covering most of it. "Oh come on now, I know you still think I'm gorgeous," he chuckled and hugged me again. It felt nice to have his reassuring arms around me. No, Garrett and I had never slept together. We had talked about it a few times, jokingly, but because of the system we had never got to it. I don't think either of us minded, and I preferred him as a friend rather than a lover anyways. "I'm serious, what happened?" I asked again, looking into his dark blue eyes. "What do you think?" he sighed, and rolled his eyes. "I put up a fight against some asshole cops. But don't worry, it wasn't just one guy," he said, a gleam in his eyes similar to one you would find on a child on Christmas day. I laughed at his playfulness. "I know you want me to ask; how many?" "Guess." "3?" "Okay now I'm insulted." I laughed harder. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Will you just tell me?" He interlocked his fingers and placed his hands behind his head before answering. "6. And I put up an awesome fight." "If you say so," I replied, smiling. I brought my hand up to his battered face, gently touching the bruises. Bringing his arms down to rest on my lap, he leaned his head into my hand, and closed his eyes. We kept like that for about a minute or two. "Garrett?" "Mmmm?" he answered, eyes still closed. "What is going to happen to us?" I whispered, willing my voice to not weaver and stay still. It was a failed attempt. "I don't know," he said honestly, sighing softly. He then opened his eyes to look into mine. "But whatever it is, I promise I will do my best to protect you." I snorted. "Don't make promises you can't keep," I said jokingly, in an attempt to hide the fear growing inside me. I really didn't know what was going to happen. Our government was so brutal, and full of surprises. I wanted to believe that we would go to jail for the rest of our lives, or be sentenced to death. However, knowing Dystonia, I knew that it was impossible. They would cook up something really terrible, something my mind could not conceive of. I would probably end up suffering for the rest of my life. Suddenly, the truck came to a stop. Many of the Escorts looked around nervously, as if they were trying to see what this situation might become. Garrett moved to put his arms around me protectively. We all sat in earnest for about 5 minutes, until the back door of the truck opened, revealing about 10 very strong and scary looking men. They were holding shackles. Upon seeing the men many of the Escorts backed away towards the back wall. Their attempts were futile. The biggest man in the middle held a giant megaphone. He spoke into it promptly. "Get your ass's up, traitor scum, and assemble into lines of 10 facing the door. Do it quickly, and if you don't obey we won't hesitate to use force." As he said this, the hand not holding the megaphone went to his belt where a taser was located. I felt Garrett bristle next to me, his anger rippling through him. "Don't," I said harshly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He nodded, but remained rigid. Many of the Escorts began to stand, and I followed their lead. I needed to learn when to fight my battles if I wanted to withstand Dystonia's punishment. Garrett stood as well. We then began forming lines like cattle. Suddenly, I heard an outburst from the other side of the truck. "Fucking pigs! That's what you are, horrible disgusting pigs. If you even think I am going to be herded into lines like cattle waiting to be killed, then you need to get your heads out of your ass's!" A man with long shaggy hair was screaming this to the guards with shackles, and looking absolutely crazy. When some of the guards came over to him, he managed to put up some sort of a fight. He punched one squarely in the nose, and blood spurt out to all corners. Grabbing the man's head, he then threw him face first into another guard. Their heads met with a sickening crack, and they crumpled to the ground. It was too late at this point however. He was finally surrounded, and without time to even say a word, was tasered harshly until he fell to the floor. Once unconscious, the main guard walked over to the man's still body, and lifted him by his hair. "Let this be your example," he said shortly, and then dropped the man where he was. Nervously, I got into a line, with Garrett right behind me. Hell if I was going to be tasered to unconsciousness. I inwardly saluted the man who put up a fight, but knew that if that were me, I would have never lasted as long as him. Once everyone had been assorted into lines, the guards came by and shackled us all together. The metal was heavy and cold, and (I realized quickly) impossible to break or get off. In fact, the metal was too cold, and too clean. I wondered if maybe the military had started using the new kinds of metals we had recently found out in space. It wouldn't surprise me necessarily, our country was known for making huge advances in science and, most importantly, in the military. I quickly cast the thought aside. I would probably never find out, anyways. The lines began to move, and before I knew it we had all started walking in the direction of a large and horrible looking concrete building. It was surrounded by an electric fence, and there were no windows or simple looking doors. It reminded me exactly like a prison. It probably was a prison. The only thing that made me doubt it was that Dystonia usually had a much more secure system than a simple electric fence. However, other features could be hidden. Finally, we were lead through a giant heavy lead door, and into the building. There, we were once again herded into a large square and empty room with the exception of two stair cases on either side of the room, both leading down into the ground. The guards gathered once more in front of us all, and the one with the megaphone continued to speak. "Well, I'm a little surprised that that went as well as it did. In fact, I'm a little disappointed. I was really hoping for one of you bastards to put up a fight so I could kill one of you. Oh well. It will happen at some point," he chuckled at this, and the rest of the guards joined in on the laughter. God they were horrible. They were only one of the many examples as to why our country was so fucked up. To be able to treat other humans like that, hell their own people, it took something, a darkness I didn't understand or want to understand. I looked up expectantly at Garrett, preparing myself for his angry glares. However, he was already looking at me. I don't know what he was thinking, but I could only guess that his thoughts closely resembled mine. "Alright, I guess I've wasted enough time daydreaming," continued the guard, smirking horribly. "I need all females to go to the right wall, and males to the left. That's right, hurry it up now." Quickly, everyone shuffled to the opposite sides of the walls. It was time for me to part with Garrett, and as he left for his side of the room, he quickly grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, looking into my eyes. "Those green eyes. I will never forget them," and he turned his face away from mine. "Garrett stop! We will see each other again, I promise!" I yelled a little to loudly. At this, a few of the guards looked over to where I was, and began hastily walking towards me. Garrett turned again to face me. "Don't make promises you can't keep," he smiled sadly, and started again to walk away from me. "Garrett! God dammit, don't leave me!" I screamed harshly, tears threatenting to pour and panic taking over my entire body, pushing out any sort of reason. However, he didn't turn around this time, and I began to run towards him. This was too much too fast. I couldn't lose my best friend, the one who had kept with me through all of this bullshit. However, before I could go very far, I felt the back of a strong hand come into contact with my face. My jaw lurched sideways, and I crumpled to the ground, landing with a gasp while clutching my right cheek. "What part of get to the right side of the room don't you understand, traitor scum?" yelled the guard who had knocked me to the ground. He began stomping back towards me, and at this I scrambled away to the wall. "That's what I thought." I glanced hopefully towards Garrett, expecting him to react to the outburst. However, he wasn't even looking over at me. He stared blankly at the wall in front of him, as if nothing had happened. What the hell? So he could just go from "caring" so much about me to not even raising an eyebrow when I was thrown to the floor? I could feel tears sliding down my cheeks, but willed them to stop. There would be plenty of time to wallow in sadness later. "Alright, both men and women, go down the staircase on your side of the wall," said the main guard, and after took his mouth away from the megaphone and said something to his fellow men. They nodded quickly in agreement, and promptly split up evenly, half going with the women and half with the men. The main one came with us, except he ditched the megaphone and gave it to a guard on the other side. I figured this was because there was definitely more men then women. We began to head down the stairs, and I looked one last time to Garrett. Again, he was staring blankly forward. I looked back down, sadness and disappointment flooding my emotions. I needed to stop thinking about Garrett. It was time for me to look out for myself, and think about the situation at hand, and how I was going to get out of it. My cheek still burned furiously, and I knew that there would probably be a bruise underneath my eye. Still, I wanted to think about the situation at hand. The stairwell I walked down was like the room above; dark, dank, and made of concrete. We had to be in a prison of some sort. Maybe not a permanent one, but one where we would start our journey as prisoners. Finally, the stairway ended, and turned into a dark hallway, lighted by the occasional flickering light bulbs located on the ceiling. It was extremely eerie. The hallway eventually opened up into a large room, filled with showerheads and drains. There were also multiple doors on the walls. I counted, and found that there were 10 showers and 10 doors. It seemed a little weird for a prison, but it wasn't as if I knew how prisons looked. "Okay, strip off your cloths and put them in this bag right here," said the main guard as he held up a large black garbage bag. Many of the women looked reluctant at first, until the guard spoke up again. "If you can't do it yourself, I'm sure I've got a few guys here who would love to do it for you," he smirked evilly. At this, most of us began stripping off our clothes and putting them in the bag as they got passed around. However, I still was anxious. I didn't want to get stark naked in front of these rejects. The only action they probably ever got was from their boss's sex slaves. Still, I didn't want to get hit again, so I stripped, quickly taking of my shirt, pants, and socks. When I was down to my bra and underwear, it took more willpower to get those items off. I swiftly unhooked my nude cotton bra, and slipped the straps down my arms until my breasts were fully exposed to the cold air. At the reaction, my pink nipples hardened quickly. I had never had large breasts, but I was perfectly fine with my size; 34c. With a small waist, and medium sized hips, my figure created a proportional hourglass, and I had always considered myself pretty average at 130 pounds, with the exception of my height. I usually ended up towering over women in Dystonia, who were on average about 5'3. I, however, was about 5'9. I was fine with that, and usually fine with my body, with the exception of my hips, which had always been too large for my taste. I remember when I was 16 coming home from school and begging my mom to let me get a surgery to saw down the size of my hipbones. She was quite surprised by my request. "Honey, now why the hell would you want to do that?" "Because, mom, everyone else has small hips, and I want small hips too," I had replied, very frustrated. At this she sighed, and sat me down on the couch in our living room. "Emi, you can't always have what others have, and honestly uniqueness is what makes us human. Think about it like this. Do you like roses?" "Mom, really, how is this relevant?" I had yelled, exasperated. "Just answer the question," she replied, face stoic. I sighed loudly. "No, I don't." "And why is that?" I glared at her darkly. "Because they are everywhere." "Exactly. They are common. And they may be beautiful, but it isn't a surprising or unique beauty. And it is the exact same with you. You might not be the average rose, but that doesn't make you any less beautiful. You are unique, a surprise. Embrace it, Emilina." Ever since then, I had become much more accepting of my body. Which is something to always do. I dropped by bra to the floor with my other clothes and then slide my white panties down my legs, exposing my unshaved sex. As much as I liked to keep it bare, I never had the time to shave it. Or I was just too lazy. I attempted pathetically to cover it as well as my breasts as I picked up my clothes and threw them in the garbage bag once it had made its way to me. I looked over to see many of the guards with perverted grins on their faces. It made me bristle with anger, but I fought back my emotions, and resorted to cursing them in my head. However, I stopped short when I saw the main guard looking at me in particular, his eyes roaming my exposed body. I looked away quickly, hoping to avoid his hungry eyes. However, he spoke again soon. "There are about 15 of you bitches and only 10 shower heads, so you will have to take turns. I don't care who goes first as long as you hurry up. Just rinse of your bodies, more work will be done later," he said as the other guards began pushing us towards showerheads. More work? What the hell did he mean my more work? Were we not pretty enough for prisoners or something? I laughed a little at my own joke and promptly made my way towards one of the showers. As much as I didn't want to shower in front of these perverts, I knew that I had to do it sometime or later, and I might as well get it done quickly. The water was ice cold, which only motivated me to move faster to avoid the cold and to also avoid the stares of the guards, particularly the main one, who was still eyeing me like a piece of meat. I let the water soak into my hair and run over by body, washing away obvious dirt. In about a minute, I stepped away from the stream, and wrapped my arms around my breasts and crossed my legs, in attempt to both cover my most intimate parts as well as keep warm. I turned away towards the wall, only to suddenly feel a large hand on the small of my back. I jumped quickly, and turned to see who it was. "Hey sweet cheeks. Ready for your check up?" The main guard had come up behind me with an arrogant smile on his face. He was only a few inches taller than me, but still his eyes scared me. They were a very light blue. "Check... up?" I managed to stammer, my fear getting the best of me. He chuckled, and led me into the nearest door. The room that opened up was an all white room with harsh lighting, and a layout similar to that of a doctor's office, complete with a metal bed and a counter holding many different tools. On the wall was a giant screen, which I knew to be a computer. Standing in the room next to the metal bed was a doctor in his 40s or 50s, with gray hair to his shoulders and round glasses. He was looking at his clipboard. "Well well, is this the first one David?" said the doctor, looking up from his paper. The guard next to me pushed me forward. "The first of many. We have 15 females and 32 males. I was a little disappointed we had that many traitors, but I'm not too worried about it now," said the guard next to me, apparently known as David. "Yes, well it's gone now, thank god. And I am sure they will all sell remarkably well," said the doctor nonchalantly, looking over my body and circling me. "Well, I'd imagine so, considering the amount of slaves that had been saved through that system. Yes, they will sell well." Wait. Did he say sell? Oh no. No no no no. This could not be happening. "Sell?! Sell us?! We are being sold??" I screamed, looking at both men incredulously. The doctor made no reaction at my outburst, but David laughed evilly and grabbed my jaw with one of his hands. "Oh yes. You didn't think you would actually get away with just going to prison, did you? Oh no, you will be repaying all of those people from whom you took their precious slaves away. You will now take those old slaves' place. I hope it was worth it, dear," he said, and let go of my face. Of course they were doing this. How could I have believed otherwise? This is Dystonia. Barbaric enough to force their own citizens into slavery. It was so sick. When David got no reaction, he chuckled and slapped my ass. And that was it. I fiercely turned on him and allowed my fingers to dig into his face. At the reaction he let out a yelp of pain, turning his head as I hit him. When he looked back, his eyes were filled with rage. "You're going to regret that, slut," he yelled, and with that, charged at me and knocked me to the ground. I screamed and began thrashing wildly against him as he straddled my hips with his legs. Suddenly I heard a booming voice above me. The Slave of Dystonia Ch. 03 Hello there readers! Thank you very much for the feedback on the last chapter. I'm sorry they are a little short... I tried to make this one slightly longer and will continue on making future chapters longer as well. Happy reading! AlmostRhia ***** I woke up again in a similar doctor's office, but slightly different from the one before. There was another metal bed and counter, although this room had a large mirror attached to the wall. I rose slowly from the bed, some drug still in my system. As I rose, my reflection came into view. My normally straight and braided long brunette hair cascaded in curls down my back, falling to my hips. My make-up was done, and bright red lipstick painted my full lips. I noticed that all my leg, armpit, and pubic hair was gone, leaving me bare. My clothing was composed of a deep red lacy bra and similarly colored panties, which was covered by a transparent satin black skirt. I looked completely ridiculous. I stood there, staring at my outfit, hardly recognizing myself. How had this happened? I was going to become a slave? For the same creeps I hated? I needed to find a way out. I needed to try and escape at any cost. No way in hell was I going to spend my life as someone's footstool. Best case scenario I would end up as a slave to some lowly farmer and work the rest of my life. I could do that. But I couldn't be a sex slave. Not that I had much of a choice, and honestly I would probably end up in the worst-case scenario. David had made it clear that Dystonia had a lot more in store for all of us Escorts, and it wouldn't end in prison or life sentence. No, that was too easy. Suddenly the door quickly opened and I was no longer staring at my reflection, but at a burly man holding handcuffs. He spoke gruffly. "Attempt to run or fight and I won't hesitate to blindfold and gag you. Understood?" he said, coming at me with his handcuffs. I didn't want all of my abilities to be taken away, and I wasn't even a true slave yet, so I complied. "Where are we going?" I asked as we exited the room and walked down yet another creepy hallway. The man looked reluctant to answer at first, but then turned to me and replied. "I'm taking you to an auction along with the other Escorts," he said calmly. I looked forward. It was what I had expected then. I was going to be auctioned off to the very people I resented. I had taken away their most precious items, and now I was going to pay. There would probably be a lot of farmers and merchants, since they were lower class, and this auction building was so shitty. There may be a few big politicians, but nothing too serious. Or that's what I was hoping for, at least. However, once we reached the big room where the auction was being held, my hopes diminished. The stale looking hallway had opened up to a large circular room. It was quite a fancy room, with bright red carpet and a chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. In the middle of the room was a stage, and lining the walls were shackles, meant to hold all of us I was guessing. Surrounding the stage were nicely dressed tables, and waiters were walking around the tables, making sure everything was in order for the upcoming guests. Oh god. This definitely wasn't for some lowly class citizens. This was high maintenance shit. There were going to be more than a few politicians here. At the sight of all of the glory, I began to back away from the room. "Don't even, slave, or I will blindfold you," the man next to me said. I had almost forgotten about him, but I complied so I wouldn't lose my sight. He then led me to a spot on the wall with a set of shackles hanging from the ceiling. Silently, he put them on me so that my arms were above my head. After a stern look, he left. Once I was in my spot, I continued to let my eyes wander. I quickly noticed other Escorts that had been shackled in. Some of them were blindfolded, and others were also gagged. I was grateful that the same had not been done to me. Then I thought of Garrett. Eagerly my eyes wandered around the room once more, looking for that blonde head of hair. When I finally saw him, he was across the room from me, blindfolded and gagged. Typical Garrett, always fighting back. I wanted to call out to him, to say something to him. I didn't want our previous encounter to be the last time I spoke to him face to face. But I new better, and as much as I missed him already, I couldn't risk loosing my sight. So there I stood, watching my best friend helpless, and not able to do a thing about it. There was a large entrance to the right of me, with a decorated archway. Suddenly, a tall nimble man with gray hair and an arrogant expression walked through the door carrying a large stack of papers. He promptly made his way to the stage, and as he got onto it, he sat his papers down on a small table. Afterwards, he motioned the guards to come over and speak with him. "Now, listen carefully, this is a very important night for our business, understand? I want everything to go as planned. We don't need anybody screwing this up and getting our company a bad reputation for how we handle slave auctions. When I call the number according to the paper, you are to bring the slave up to the stage, without problem. Is that clear? They will be called up in order of importance," he said, addressing all of the guards. They nodded in approval. The man looked at his watch, and looked back at the guards. "We have five minutes until our guests arrive." The guards walked swiftly to the wall where all of the Escorts were, and stood there, looking brutish. Soon after, about 10 waiters and waitresses walked into the room, and stood near the tables. Panicking at the intensity of the situation, I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. Everything was going to be fine. Or at least that was what I was telling myself. However, in reality, I knew that I was in the worst situation I had ever encountered in my life. I was going to be sold to some crazy man or woman, and forced to serve them for the rest of my days. I was only praying those days wouldn't last long. No, a voice said inside my head. You are going to fight. You are going to show these bastards that your parents didn't die in vain, and that just because they had taken down the Nakii Safeway didn't mean they had won. I needed to have hope. I couldn't just give up. I couldn't just fall into despair. I had to make sure that my country would know that I would go down fighting. With these thoughts fresh in my mind, I opened my eyes, only to find another pair, dark and brown, staring back at me. I noticed with a start that it was the one and only Lord Harper. I quickly tried to back away, only to hit my head against the wall behind me. Brain buzzing, I faintly saw him chuckle quietly before turning away to converse with his fellow politicians. I had seen him many times on TV. He was one of the 12 lords of Dystonia, and was known for his cruelty. Each lord was in charge of a different branch of government, and Lord Harper controlled the military. He was ruthless. I had seen his speeches on television countless times, preaching about how all these wars would be for the better, for all countries. I hated him with a passion. I felt my blood boil as I looked into the back of his head, wishing looks could kill. What I would give to see him drop to the floor and never move again. Suddenly, the voice of the grey haired nimble man speaking into a microphone interrupted my thoughts. "If everyone has felt as though they have had enough time to look at the merchandise, please work your way back to your tables; we will be starting shortly." People began moving to the tables, all of them elegantly dressed. I once again saw Lord Harper, and he turned to me with a stupid smirk on his face before going with the other politicians to the tables. Once everyone was seated, waiters and waitresses began bringing the tables gourmet food and wines. The scene made me sick. Not that I should be surprised. But to see all of these rich people eating luxuriously while their fellow citizens were chained to walls, it was almost too much to bear. I looked towards Garrett again; wishing I could look into his brilliant blue eyes, and know everything was okay. I looked towards the stage, only to find the grey haired man standing there about to speak again. "Hello, and welcome to the auction tonight at Tonia Corporation. My name is Mr. Sanders, and I will be leading the auction tonight," he said authoritatively. He paused to look down at the papers at his hand, and continued. "Tonight's auction is a very important one, because the slaves that stand before you today were all helpers of what was known as the Nakii Safeway. "For those of you who are unaware, the Nakii Safeway was an underground society created by citizens of Dystonia to help existing slaves escape from their rightful owners. Last week, this system was brought down with the help of our generous Lord Harper." Mr. Sanders pointed down to Lord Harper, who sat with that arrogant expression on his face, and the rest of the people in the room began to clap loudly. Of course it was him. He would be the one to bring the system down. I clenched my fists angrily, willing myself to control my short temper. Once the applause subsided, he continued on. "Lord Harper graciously donated one of his slaves to help bring down the Nakii Safeway. As we all know, slaves are given a tracking implant into their lower back. Normally, the system removed these implants upon rescue. Lord Harper, however, put another smaller tracking implant into his slave's brain, and allowed her to escape. He then activated the implant, which led the police force straight to the main base, which was actually located under the city. Different tunnels led to different safe houses, where some of our own citizens would hide slaves. Needless to say, this auction holds those involved in the system, and allows all of you, our guests, to purchase any one of these items," he said cheerily. Another applause broke out, this one louder than the last. Lorena. Lord Harper didn't just donate her. He sent her to her death. Suddenly I felt rage build up in me like never before. What kind of person was he, killing that girl? As if he was better. My anger was so intense I swear I was seeing red. Not thinking, I screamed up at the stage. "You forgot to mention one little thing, you prick! That 'slave' had a name, god dammit! Her name was Lorena and she actually died from that implant, you here me?! She fucking died! Not that any of you assholes would care, you are fine with the idea of bringing others pain, but I am proud to say that I rescued her and I was apart of the Nakii Safeway! You are filthy human beings." I made eye contact with Lord Harper at this point, hoping his expression would falter. If anything, his smile got wider. I heard gasps from several of the other guests as I had spoken, but now all there that remained was a shocked silence. Suddenly, all the Escorts that were not gagged began to cheer loudly. This brought a smile to my face. However, it didn't last long as I was quickly gagged by the nearest guard, who put a ball gag around my face. I looked around gleefully, only to find the rest of the Escorts being gagged as well. It still didn't dampen my mood. How could I? At this point, it was the least I could do. Once the situation was under control, Mr. Sander's tried to regain himself and hide the fact that his face was beet red. "I am so very sorry for that little..." he shot me a dirty look "outburst. However, I think now is the time to begin the auction. We will start with the leaders of the Nakii System, Nicolas and Sophia Daniels." The couple came into my view. I had never met either Nick or Sophie, as they were commonly called. All I knew was that they were the married couple that controlled and started the system. My parents knew them very well, and it was Nick and Sophie that told my parents what they were doing, so as to gain helpers. Even at the age of 40 something, Sophie was gorgeous. With short blonde hair and blue eyes, she resembled a model, not to mention her fit looking body and a height of about 6'2. Nick as well was not hard on the eyes. He had long brown hair to his shoulders, a bit of stubble, and an extremely masculine frame, although he stood about an inch shorter than his wife. Sophie had a defiant look in her eyes, as well as her husband, yet neither of them did anything to struggle as they walked towards the stage. Once on the stage, their chains were bolted into the floor as to keep them there. Two guards stood near the back, looking wearily at the couple. "We will be selling these two as one piece. However, if you do not wish to have both, you are welcome to donate one back to Tonia Corporation. The bidding will start at $100,000." Immediately, people began raising their hands and yelling prices up at Mr. Sanders. I'm not sure how, but somehow he kept track and was able to sort through all the mess of noise. Eventually, however, it began to subside and the final bid was called, selling the heart of our beautiful system for 3 million dollars. As the couple was pulled off the stage to be put away until their owner came and got them, they began to look sad, and look around at the rest of us. As my eyes met Sophie's, she gave be a curt nod and turned away. "Alright folks! Now that the main piece has been sold for an amazing amount of 3 million, it's time to showcase the rest of the Escorts. Those who stole more slaves will be near the beginning of the auction, while those who were not as involved will be near the end. Our next display will be Neal Barkley..." Mr. Sanders drawled on about Neal's importance until the bidding finally started. Once bought, yet another person was brought on stage, and the cycle continued. Finally, I heard my name being called, and I was dragged towards the stage. I was so caught off guard, I didn't even have time to put up a fight (even if I would have wanted to), and before I knew it I was chained to the stage, staring and various men and women. They all looked so high class, I was immediately intimidated. I gulped loudly. "Our next piece is Emilina Rosario, a 20 year old female who's been involved in the system for quite some time. Our sources tell us that Emilina had a direct line to Lord Harper's slaves, and of the slaves she stole, it is estimated about 80% were his," said Mr. Sanders said, carefully looking to the lord. However, Lord Harper looked anything from angry. In fact, he looked pleased, and as his eyes darted to mine, I couldn't help but look away shyly. Still, something bothered me much more than Lord Harper's dark eyes. What sources was Mr. Sanders talking about? How did they know all of this information? It bothered me incessantly, but I decided to let it go, especially considering the fact I was about to be sold to one of the monsters of Dystonia. "We will start the bidding at $20,000," finished Mr. Sanders. Immediately, various people began bidding on me, but it was happening so fast I had no idea what was really going on. That was until the highest bet was made. "$500,000." Lord Harper's voice was deep but soft, and somehow cascaded through the room above all others. There was a brief silence, and finally Mr. Sanders said the words I had been dreading all evening. "Sold!" I bit my lip harshly, trying my best to choke down tears. I felt the strong hands of two guards unchain me from the stage, and lead me off of it. "Our next piece we will be selling is Garrett Price..." Mr. Sanders continued talking, but I wasn't listening. As I walked down the stairs, I passed Garrett briefly as he came up the stairs, still blindfolded. Without thinking, I pushed away the guards and ran to him. "Garrett!" I yelled, ripping off his blindfold to look into his eyes. The moment his blindfold was off he turned around and punched the guard near him straight in the nose, and I heard a sickening crunch. He then turned to me and grabbed my face with his hands. "Emi I love you so much, please never forget that okay? Be good," and with that his lips met mine. Stunned, I forgot where we were. It was silent, and we were alone. At least that's how it seemed until I felt our bodies being pried apart. I sobbed at the separation. "Garrett!" I screamed as I was hauled away from the room. I looked back just in time to see him be restrained by the guards, and I felt an onset of tears flow at the sight. My best friend. I would never see him again. I was lead to a very small bright white room, and I fought all the way, wanting to go back to Garrett. It was useless, however, as the two guards with me were both twice my size. They threw me into the room, and I landed harshly. As I heard the door slam, I began to sob. How had this happened to me? How had this happened to my family? Why did the bad guys always win? These thoughts ran through my head as I lay on the hard concrete floor, crying. I had contained my tears for so long, and now I let them flow freely. Feeling very childish, I pounded one of my fists on the floor, crying even harder. I wanted to be strong so badly. I wanted to be able to get up and fight, like Garrett always did. But instead, tears ran down my face. I don't know how long I lay there, but I eventually stopped crying. Instead, I looked blankly at the wall, my back to the door. I didn't just want to be strong. I needed to be strong. I needed to be like Garrett, like my parents. Now that I had cried for a while, I no longer felt sad. I only felt anger. Suddenly, I heard the door open, then close. I quickly sat up and spun my body towards the door. There he stood: Lord Harper, my new master. Honestly, he was gorgeous, which made me irritated because I definitely didn't want to feel any attraction towards him. He had dark brown eyes and light brown hair, and with his large 6'3" and muscular frame, he towered over me in the small room. "Emilina," he said softly, and I shuddered at the sound of my name on his lips. As he observed this, he smirked. "Well well, we finally meet at last. You're the one who has been stealing all of my pleasure slaves. I can honestly say... I'm not disappointed at all." His dark eyes roamed hungrily over my body, and I attempted to cover any of my exposed flesh. He chuckled darkly, and began to circle me. I stayed silent. "You are quite the character, I must say. Stealing slaves, your little outburst over my Lorena, and of course the kiss with your boyfriend, or should I-" "He's not my boyfriend," I said darkly, looking defiantly up at Lord Harper. He raised his eyebrow, and looked straight into my blue eyes, as if trying to read my mind. I quickly looked away in attempt to avoid his deep stare, but instead he grabbed my chin with one hand and turned my face towards his again. "How interesting... he seemed so intent on getting a taste," he murmured softly, and ran his thumb softly against my lower lip. I jerked my head away, trying to avoid the intensity of his stare. He let me go, but laughed quietly. "So feisty. Come, pet, we have one more thing we need to do before we go home," and with that he turned from me and headed towards the door. It opened once again and as Lord Harper left, a guard entered and pulled me out of the room. We followed Lord Harper to yet another room, although this one had a medical chair. At the sight of the cold metal chair, I halted. The guard sighed and pushed me towards the chair with more force. Once I was lying down, the guard began to strap me in. I panicked, and tried uselessly to get out of the chair. "Now, I will explain this to you now. Since you are MY trophy slave, I will decorate you in whichever way I please. You can either be good about this, or you can resist and face the consequences later. Is that understood?" I didn't answer, but instead glared up at him from my current position. He eyed me for only a second, and then I heard the door open. The Slave of Dystonia Ch. 03 "Lord Harper, what can I do for you today?" said a male voice approaching the table. I turned to see the same doctor as before come into the room. "As you probably witnessed at the auction, Emilina is my new trophy slave. I wanted to decorate her a bit," he said, gesturing down at me and smiling. The doctor clasped his hands together and grinned. "I see! What will it be? Nipple piercings? A simple identification number?" Lord Harper laughed, and looked at the doctor eagerly. "Come on now, Cal, you should know me better than that! I have a special design for this one," he said, and quietly told the doctor what he wanted. I couldn't hear anything they were saying, but all I hoped was that I wouldn't be given nipple piercings. It was something so crude, and I shuddered at the idea. Finally, the doctor and Lord Harper came back over. "I'm going to be giving you a tattoo, okay slave?" said the doctor, and I blanched at his words. It wasn't the tattoo that scared me; just the fact that I would be marked permanently. Maybe the nipple piercings would have been better. Sensing a change in my demeanor, Lord Harper grabbed my face again and turned it to face his. "You remember what I said now, or you can deal with the consequences later. Either way, you are getting that tattoo." I gulped loudly, and leaned my head back. The tattoo was on my neck, but the pain wasn't too bad, or at least I didn't think so. Maybe it was because I was in shock, or maybe it was some other reason. Either way, once the doctor was done, I sat up to look into the mirror. I couldn't help but gasp when I looked. My reflection showed a girl with puffy eyes from crying. It showed a girl wearing a slaves clothing. It showed a girl with irritated red skin on her neck, a result of a gold tattoo with an intricate swirling design that encircled her entire neck, making it look like a choker necklace. A permanent collar. Behind this girl stood, powerful as ever, her new master. The sight horrified me, and I bit my lower lip to contain my tears. Unable to look at myself any more, I turned away from the mirror, only to face Lord Harper. I couldn't bring myself to look into his dark eyes, and I stared at the ground. He brought his hand up to my hair and pet me softly before laying a soft kiss on my head. "Let's go home." ***** And there you have it! Please please please comment and tell me what you think of this chapter, I love the feedback! The next chapter will be here soon AlmostRhia