Part 9 ============================

She was jolted awake by the whole room moving. Her back was a raw and throbbing ache, her jaw stiff and mouth bone dry from sleeping with the gag.

The pale light said it was morning; the room she was in was a metal crate of some sort, being lifted and loaded onto a cargo loader. The sound of droids and people working all around, but she didn't bother to lift her head. The cargo loader dipped on its hover field as it was loaded then slowly slid off into the three dimensional maze of docks and warehouses around the spaceport.

Eventually it bumps to a stop in a Merchant compound where a pair of burly green swine faced Gamoreans unload the crates and boxes with studied indifference. They take her crate and with a one-two-swing pitch it to slide down a ramp with a screech of metal. Inside, Qi'ra bundles herself in the bed pad as she's bounced against the walls. When it stopped she just huddled up at the grate door end and held onto her chain.

Around her she could hear the other crates being moved about, then things go quiet. Distant sounds of engines and machinery but no voices, seems she's the only living cargo.

She fitfully hopes they forget she's here and let her starve or ship her into space and let her suffocate.

Then she hears footsteps. The distinctive metallic click of a droids feet. Long strides, so not any of the short shuffling steps of domestic droids.

Two yellow lights appear at the grill as the droid bends down to look then the crate door swings open.

"There you are!"

It's a KX series security droid, a tall long limbed humanoid with slate grey plating, its eyes a baleful yellow but its voice is strangely cheerful.

"Welcome, new acquisition." It marks her off on the data-pad cargo manifest it's holding.

"bit of a last minute shipping order but we should have you processed in no time"

It carefully removes her gag and tosses it back into the crate. She stays crouched and works her jaw and swollen tongue, watching the droid carefully. It hums a little tune to itself as it as it unscrews the top of a canteen and hands it to her. "Drink up, new acquisition"

The water is luke warm and stale but after the metal gag it tastes ambrosial. She drains the canteen and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand then returns the canteen.

"Qi'ra. My name is Qi'ra" she croaks.

The droid wags a finger "no, no, You have not yet been assigned a name."

She sighs. So it's going to be like that. She nods sullenly.

"Very good. Ee-Vee does not tolerate insubordination."

"who's Evie?"

"E. V. 1E. the supervisor of this slave yard. Come, I'll introduce you"

It unlocks her leash and holds it slack, waiting for her to stand. Glad for the small kindness Qi'ra stands and stretches her limbs out. It's cold in here, she can feel cool air moving on her naked skin.

After a moment the KX droid heads off at a sedate pace, leading her deeper into the tunnels.

Opening a heavy blast door it leads her into a large room with small barred doors in all the walls.

In the middle is the waspish form of an old Meren Data EV supervisor droid, obviously in charge.

It looks then both over then snaps in a sharp shrill voice

"Another useless human?"

"Last one for the ship load" KX replies

"hmm… Small. No good for heavy labour. Maybe the mines or coolant duct clearance?"

The KX unit takes her by the hair and turns her, showing her back where the brand is angry and red

"It's a female and she has a Crimson Dawn prestige brand."

EV snaps "Well. That does raise a few questions! Hold her up, let's see how she measures up."

KX takes Qi'ra by the wrists and effortlessly lifts her until her feet are just off the floor

EV produces a medical kit and pokes and prods her, taking a blood sample and shining a bright torch into her eyes and mouth. Qi'ra lets herself just hang there. No point in fighting.

EV checks the results "well, health and Blood chemistry is good. No diseases or toxins showing. She still has all her own teeth. Let's see how her arousal rates."

Qi'ra blanches as EV produces a short cylinder probe studded with silver electrodes and blinking lights. It sprays the tip with a lubricant gel and pushes it up between Qi'ras legs. She struggles, crying out in pain and violation as the probe is forced into her, cold and heavy.

EV checks the readouts on a device "Baseline is too high. Has she been stimulated by anyone else?"

"No, pulled her fresh from the crate"

"Odd. Oh well. Let's see how she responds to the electro-stimulator."

EV keeps the probe in place with one arm and picks up a long slim metal goad. The tip crackles with purple blue sparks as EV tests it. The meter readouts ping, and EV checks them.

"Interesting. Even fear and apprehension is causing an noticeable increase in arousal"

EV strokes the goad down Qi'ras arm, letting the sparks crackle on her skin. It feels like a delicate tickle, a fingertip touch and a soft caress as the electrical field stimulates the nerves. EV strokes it across her breast with an electric hum and her nipple was suddenly painfully hard, aching as if someone was tugging at it.

Qi'ra gives a breathless "Oh!" then winces as the droid presses a button, activating the pain inducer to create a sensation like a stinging slap.

"This device can stimulate the nerves to feel pain or pleasure, in a large area or a small point, a gentle touch or a crushing blow."

EV tracked it slowly over her breast and down her belly, shocks alternating between sharp slaps of pain that stab through her and warm jolts of sickly fake pleasure. Qi'ra tries to pull away but KX's grip is too strong and she has no leverage, so she just twists about, feeling the sensor probe hard inside her.

By the time the cold metal of the goad moves lower she's struggling helplessly and begging

"No. Please no. Don't . Please don't. Not there."

The two prongs rest either side of her clit and the droid pauses. Do they really program them for sadism? Then the stimulator buzzes and a terrible shock of pain jolts through her, like every nerve was being torn from her. She can barely keep conscious then a jolt of pleasure washes over the aching nerves, making her arch her back and desperately hump at the probe she's impaled on. The pain slaps back suddenly, like a whip crack.

Then the pleasure, lighting her up from inside

EV pauses. "Impressive response"

Then droid pushes the probe between her buttocks, resting the tip in the pucker of her asshole and pauses again, watching her. Then the wave of pleasure hits again, making her hips rock as she pulses and grips.

EV lifts the goad away and watches the read outs. Qi'ra rocks her hips and sobs, feeling totally lost and helpless. Unable to run, to fight, being hauled about and inspected. She gives up and lets her feelings go, screaming a raw sob as her thighs tremble, as she grips onto the hard metal of the probe and pumps her hips, sending a wave of orgasmic pleasure shake through her. She slumps forward in the droids grip, breathing hard with her hair tumbled over her face.

In silence EV and KX look at her, then at each other.

EV makes a note on the pad.

KX tilts its head questioningly.

EV shakes its head. "Shaved and Chemical hose down. Full metal restraints. Cell one"

The droid takes a stubby handled device and presses it to Qi'ra'c cheek bone. There's a flash of light and heat, the smell of scorched skin and a pain that makes her wince. Next EV presses the device to her right buttock and again the flash and sting of the laser brand. Now on her face and ass is a string of Arubesh characters and a rating.

PLEASURE SLAVE.