"Doc wants to keep him another week to make sure there aren't any complications. And then he begins his life as a miner."
"How delightful," smiled Kate.
Yet another indignity was forced on the girls. A nurse was brought in. She carried a thin plastic tube and a plastic bag. The bag was taped to one of Tempest's thighs and then the nurse stepped between Tempest's legs.
"Oh god," thought Tempest as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to protest at this point but only garbled mumbling escaped from her lips.
The nurse held the tubing to Tempest's sex and used her fingers to hold it open. She found the urethra and inserted it. She slowly fed the catheter into Tempest's body and Tempest felt every uncomfortable inch of its progress. Finally, the thing stopped and the nurse taped the tube to Tempest's body in several places. Then she repeated the actions with Elke who protested loudly in garbled mumbling.
"This won't hurt a bit, sweetie," said the nurse to Tempest after she had finished securing Elke's catheter. "It will help you sleep. And when you wake up, you'll be in your new home. The nurse smiled at the bound slavegirl as if she thought the slave would obviously like her new home and be happy.
Tempest saw the syringe in the nurse's hand and immediately tensed. She did not want to be drugged again! Why couldn't she just travel normally?
The needle was stuck in her thigh and the nurse pushed on the plunger. Then she went to Elke. Within a minute, both girls were sound asleep.
Now it was time to don the latex gloves. It was important that no fingerprints be left on any of the apparatus that was to be installed. They even swabbed around the girls' mouths and over each of the breasts that Cedric had played with even though they didn't think that fingerprints could be lifted off of flesh. As a slaver, it was always better to be safe than sorry.
First, they installed the clamshell. This looked like an astronaut helmet or a deep sea diving helmet although it was made of clear plastic. It was called the clamshell because it was made in two pieces that were connected by a hinge on the top. The bottom piece was placed beneath each girl's back and then the top piece was lowered. The back was wide and spread across a girl's shoulder blades while the front had a narrow tongue that was designed to extend down a girl's chest between her breasts.
The device was not airtight. Indeed, it was meant to be just the opposite. Hundreds of holes punctured the bubble that each girl's head was encased in.
"Awww," said Kate. "My girls look like little pink Martians."
Cedric laughed. "We introduced these about a year ago. We lost a girl in shipment when her face became wedged in a corner as a result of turbulence. She suffocated. These Martian helmets will prevent the airways from becoming obstructed. We are only protecting your assets."
"I know it's necessary. And I know they have to be stowed. I just wish I could enjoy them during the trip."
"It's for your safety and theirs," replied Cedric.
Once the girls were encased in their clamshells, the frame was rotated again until they were horizontal and facing down. A stretcher was wheeled beneath each of them and then the bindings were slowly loosened, which resulted in them descending down to the awaiting stretcher. Once they were supported by the stretcher, the bindings were removed entirely.
New cuffs that had been sanitized of fingerprints were wrapped around ankles and wrists. Wrist cuffs were attached together as were the ankle cuffs. Then, the knees were bent and an adjustable strap was run from the wrists to the ankles. A tape measure was brought out and the distance from head to knee was measured. Each girl needed to fit into a compartment that was only three and a half feet long.
Tempest was close to fitting and a few moves of the ratchet tightened the strap to make her body the right size. Elke was taller and the ratchet had to be cranked quite a few times before she would fit. Kate winced as she saw the extreme bow to her blonde slave's back and hoped that she would be able to straighten out again.
Finally, a harness was attached, linking to each of the cuffs. It consisted of a ring with four straps that led to each of the cuffs. The ring would be used to lift the girls and place them on the plane.
The stretchers were wheeled out of the building and onto the tarmac to the waiting airplane. A small crane lifted each girl and then reached into the plane to deposit her on the floor. Men inside lifted the girls and placed them in the proper compartments.
The plane had been modified for the specific purpose of transporting slavegirls. Six compartments had been created in the redesign. Each one could accommodate one slavegirl in a tight space. And each one would be closed and disguised as something recognizable on most private jets. Elke and Tempest were placed in two compartments in the main cabin. Each formed the seat of a couch. And if the authorities ever lifted the cushions from the couch, they would find a solid molded plastic base and would assume that it was merely a piece of furniture.
"It's going to take days to extract them once I get home," lamented Kate.
"Actually, it goes pretty quickly. The pilots will help you get them out of their boxes," said Cedric. "You can get the rest off pretty fast."
The last thing to be applied was the lead weights. Large metal rings were clamped around their ankles, wrists and upper arms. These represented a contingency plan for the slavers. Hiding the girls in the compartments and sedating them should get them through customs. But if the organization got wind of the authorities waiting for the plane to land to inspect it, the weights would come in handy.
The plane had been modified in another way. There was a door at the bottom of each of the compartments. If authorities were warned that slaves were being trafficked, all the pilot had to do was find water and hit a switch. The girls would drop out, plummeting downward and sinking and drowning in the water. It would keep the slavers safe and the organization out of the spotlight.
"Cedric, I have another favor to ask," said Kate.
"Name it," said the black Pirate King.
"Fuck me! I get so horny when I transport slaves."
Chapter 17
Tempest knew that she was rationalizing. She always had a habit of finding reasons to accept situations that she knew she shouldn't and she was doing it again.
Life as a slavegirl, she was learning, was not so bad. She was lying in the warm summer sun in the expansive yard of Kate's mansion, looking out over Lake Michigan. When she woke up after the plan ride that brought her back to Chicago six months earlier, she had been kept in a cage. So things had definitely improved since her arrival.
For the first week, she had stayed in the cage whenever Kate was not around to oversee her and Elke. After that, shock collars kept them in the house but at least they did not have to stay in the cages. Several weeks later, their perimeter was expanded and they were given the freedom to roam around the property. Now, they had no constraints at all. They still had the capsules embedded somewhere in their bodies and they knew that they would be killed if they escaped and could not be found, but they had the freedom to go where they chose now.
The sex was good and frequent. She and Elke were often summoned to Kate's bed, either individually or together. At parties, she and her slave sister performed in some erotic way and then were available for the guests to enjoy. Kate's guests were told that she and Elke were submissives who had entered the lifestyle willingly for all of the erotic pleasures that it offered. All of the guests believed that story although some were amazed at how obedient the two girls were.