Thread: Slaves of Mars Station Seven (Collector of Rarities x Rania Lark)

The next few days, months, hours, however long it was that Rebekah and Caroline were held captive beyond the steel doors were the most terrifying yet boring days of their lives. First all their clothes were taken from them, leaving each and every one of the new slaves with nothing to cover themselves, exposing them for whoever wanted to look at them. It was their first step down into their new lives as the lowest of the low in society. Then, everyone was separated to different areas of the steel processing warehouse with no windows and only fluorescent lights glaring down onto the unlucky individuals who had been selected. They were forced to sit in cold, metal chairs as people in lab coats came and went, asking the same questions over and over again. Rebekah, the more fiery redhead, both literally as her hair was more of a reddish, orange, cut into a blunt style that fell past her shoulders with a blunt bang that fell to her eyebrows. She also had a defiant, fiery personality. All through the tests, she refused to speak to any of the scientists, any of the testers. She merely sat there, unmoving, refusing to give them any indication of what she was thinking. At least for the mental evaluation. Caroline was a more subdued strong woman. Her hair was the colour of stained mahogany and fell in large waves down her back. She had a middle part and her eyes were a light green and her skin was freckled across her nose and over her shoulders. She tried to be strong at first, feeding off her best friends energy trying to help her escape her fate. At the beginning of the mental evaluation, she remained strong, though she still trembled in fear and was red with embarrassment at having so many people see her naked all at once. However, eventually, Carolines tough facade crumbled with the monotony and she began to sob at the questions being asked, still maintaining enough strength to refuse to answer any of the questions but her body language indicated her emotional distress. The physical test was the real breaker. Each slave had their wrists strapped to the bars of a moving walkway and they were forced to run until they were all near collapse. Some of the others broke during this exercise, crying and pleading for it to stop and that they would do whatever the slavers wanted. However there were a few that survived the ordeal, most of them collapsing onto the floor when the moving conveyor stopped, their arms still suspended in the air. It was Rebekahs words of encouragement that placed Caroline in the survivors circle. Once the exercise was finished, all of the naked slaves were led into a large room with faucets lining the walls and shower heads positioned above them. There were also shackles on the floor and hanging from the ceiling, lined up with each faucet and shower head. Rebekah struggled ferociously encouraging Caroline to do the same as they were dragged to their respective showers. Each girl was then shackles in a spread eagled position, exposing her even more as two people a man and a woman, began rubbing rough sponges filled with a soapy substance over their bodies. The man took his time as he ran his hands over their breasts and between their legs. Once their showers were finished, both girls were forced to steel cells with only a toilet in the corner and a metal bench attached to one wall. The front of the cell was bars with a small opening for their meals to be delivered to them. Again there were no windows and the lights were always on, taking away any sense of time from the girls as they remained in the cells for an unknown amount of time. The whole time they were in the cells, eating the disgusting food, with no one talking to them, stark naked, Caroline had never been so happy to have Rebekah in the next cell. Even at the risk of the cattle prod, Rebekah made sure that Caroline retained her spirit, her resistance against all this. However, most of her encouragement earned Rebekah a sharp electrical shock to her side causing a scream of pain as Rebekah collapsed onto her side on the floor of her cell. After what felt like an eternity, an older man entered wearing the ugliest green suit the girls had ever seen. He went to Caroline first, grabbing her arms and forcing her to stand up against his inspection. Carolines eyes teared up as he moved over her breasts and then between her legs, brushing his wrinkly fingers over her slit before he turned to leave. Caroline immediately crouched down in her cell, curling her hands over her knees as she felt deeply violated by the stranger. Rebekah had a much more spirited reaction. So much so, that she had to be held by two of the guards as the man completed his inspection. Then, after a quick transaction, the girls were dragged from their cells, destined for the markets. And they found themselves in tiny cages lining the sides of the concourse where they were to be sold in mere hours. It was the first time the girls had been able to see the planet where their fathers spent eighteen hours a day. From this far up, it looked beautiful. Both girls were forced to lie down, their knees tucked up to their chests as they gazed up through the glass ceiling wishing they could escape the horrible fate that awaited them. Remember, Caroline, Rebekah consoled her friend who was shaking with fear, Never let them see you cry. Once you cry, its over. Be strong and well get out, I promise. Caroline felt a strange calmness wash over her at her best friends words. She settled down into the cage, though she was still very uncomfortable and wrapped her arms around her knees as she tried to get at least some sleep before the unthinkable.