Summary: Slave SV198742 is introduced to its new life as a labor slave for the Texas Road Work Commission.
Please donate to keep Nifty up and running. https://donate.nifty.org/
*** A woman guided me down a lengthy corridor, her allowance for my slow pace acknowledged my weakened state from the journey in the pod. I felt the lingering effects of dehydration and exhaustion, my naked, hairless body a testament to the ordeal. The burns from the welding of my restraints and the fresh tattoos added layers of discomfort, making every movement an ordeal.
Though I had seen images of what awaited slaves post-pod, the reality remained a mystery until now. The man who extracted me mentioned road work, a task familiar from glimpses of slaves toiling along highways. Besides their distinct attire and the presence of overseers, they appeared no different from free laborers.
Led into a room with padded flooring, I awaited instruction, uncertain of what lay ahead. I explored my altered form, confirming the absence of head hair and eyebrows. A steel collar encircled my neck, housing a control module notorious for its role in enforcing obedience. Similar devices adorned my wrists and ankles. Attempting speech continued to proved futile; my voice had vanished.
A disembodied voice, reminiscent of the pod's, filled my head, outlining expectations and consequences of disobedience. "Immediate obedience is required; failure to comply will be punished. The following demonstration illustrates the consequences of disobedience or delay. The vibrations from your control modules are warnings of impending punishment. You have three seconds upon feeling them to prevent damage to Texas Road Work Commission's property caused by falling once the punishment begins. Damage of Texas Road Work Commission property will be met with additional punishment."
As anticipated, vibrations surged from my collar and cuffs. My delayed response led to searing agony engulfing me, sending me sprawling in pain. Time stretched endlessly until the torment ceased, leaving me on the floor, tears streaming, with blood in my mouth from biting my tongue.
"You've just experienced a 15-second preview of the consequences of disobedience or delay. Punishments vary in duration from one to five minutes based on the severity of the infraction. STAND UP, SLAVE!"
The pain from the control modules dissipated swiftly. Before I could muster the strength to stand, the vibration returned, unleashing another wave of excruciating agony. If the initial 15-second ordeal felt prolonged, this second onslaught stretched into eternity. Once again, the pain abated as abruptly as it had begun.
"You've just undergone the standard one-minute punishment for disobedience. Continued disobedience will lead to longer punishments. STAND UP, SLAVE!"
I strained to get to my feet, swaying slightly.
"The body you inhabit belongs to the Texas Road Work Commission. Henceforth, it shall be regarded as equipment. You are permitted to utilize Texas Road Work Commission equipment only in authorized ways. Violation of this rule will be met with punishment. Slaves are required to persevere through thirst, hunger, pain, discomfort, and fatigue. Ceasing work will lead to punishment. Any equipment malfunctions will be reported by your control modules to site supervisors for resolution. However, failure to work due to equipment malfunction before being addressed by supervisors will result in punishment. DO JUMPING JACKS, SLAVE!"
I promptly began performing jumping jacks. A fine mist sprayed from a ceiling nozzle. After a brief time, I felt a gradual, then intensifying itch on my body, prompting me to scratch reflexively. Another vibration ensued. Having learned from the previous experience, I swiftly dropped to the ground, enduring another wave of agonizing pain.
"You've just received the standard one-minute punishment for improper handling of Texas Road Work Commission equipment. Slaves are prohibited from manipulating equipment beyond its designated use. Further disobedience will incur lengthier punishments. STAND UP, SLAVE!"
Once more, I rose to my feet. A deluge of water cascaded from the ceiling, relieving the itching sensation and washing away the urine and sweat from my time in the pod.
"In a moment, the door will open. The slave processors will proceed with your induction. Recall the training you've just undergone; failure to comply with the slave processors will result in punishment."
As predicted, the door opened, and the women who escorted me to the room reappeared, accompanied by another woman. "Follow me, slave."
I complied with the command.
The two women guided me further down the lengthy hallway until we arrived at a pair of imposing iron doors. With a click, they unlocked them and ushered me inside. The room was divided in half: one side filled with rows of chairs, the other half empty except for rows of black footprints stenciled on the floor. The chairs resembled those found in a dentist's office but were made of stainless steel. While most chairs were unoccupied, a few held other slaves, some dozing while others stared blankly, unperturbed by our arrival.
One of the women directed me to a nearby chair. Fearing repercussions for disobedience and unable to voice my questions, I climbed swiftly into the seat, the sensation of cold steel against my hairless skin unsettling me.
The women encircled me, inserting the control modules on my restraints into the chair's receptacles. When the collar module locked in place, my body succumbed to paralysis, rendering my attempts to move futile. Gradually, my vision dimmed, and the surrounding sounds faded into silence.
Once more, the disembodied voice permeated my consciousness, explaining the chair's function: to paralyze my body and nullify my vision and hearing. Sensations stirred as something slid into one of my nostrils. The voice clarified that the essential sustenance mandated for Texas Roadwork Commission equipment would be administered via feeding tube. A chill enveloped the tube as an unfamiliar fluid trickled down my throat, unsettling my racing heart, though I remained immobile, trapped in my panic.
Suddenly, another tube pressed against my ass, penetrating deeply. The voice explained that all eliminations would be managed by the chair. As fluid surged within me, cramps seized my abdomen, intensifying until I could bear them no longer, prompting the release of pressure. With the ordeal concluded, the voice declared my induction complete, cautioning me to remember the lessons I learned and informing me of my imminent assignment to the slave work detail on the next day's cycle. After a moment a loop of Texas Roadwork Commission rules reverberated through my mind.
Left in darkness, constantly aware of the tubes in my nose and ass. The disembodied voice became my sole companion, incessantly repeating the Texas Roadwork Commission rules. "Immediate obedience is required; failure will be punished. Slaves are expected to persevere through thirst, hunger, pain, discomfort, and fatigue. Slaves are prohibited from manipulating equipment beyond its designated use. Essential sustenance for Texas Road Work Commission equipment is only administered via feeding tube. Proper care of Texas Road Work Commission equipment is mandatory. Dire consequences will follow rule violations..."