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

The next few days would have been surprisingly tedious if it were not for how dehumanizing they were. The first thing that happened to Caroline and Rebekah was that they were stripped of their clothing, along with all of the other slaves, and brought to a processing facility. The rest of the day was spent there, running various tests to evaluate their physical and mental health. The emotional trauma of being ripped from their families was accounted for and appeared to be expected, but the doctors only ever talked directly to the girls if they had a question that needed answering and seemed to have little interest in their distress. The girls were then lead to a shower, where their wrists were shackled above their heads and their ankles were shackled to the floor, after which a pair of attendants washed each of them. One attendant was male and the other was female the male seemed to enjoy his job a bit more than the female did and he chattered away about how it was nice to wash a pair of attractive girls for once. Once the washing was done, they were roughly toweled off, with the man getting a little handsy with the both of them, and then lead, still naked, to cells for the night. They spent most of the next few days in their cells, being let out only twice a day to be exercised and occasionally to be brought before men and women who seemed to represent various slave dealers. Meals were taken in their cells and people rarely spoke to the girls directly, often openly ignoring them if they tried to say anything. If either of the girls got too loud, they were shocked with a cattle prod until they stopped talking. The food was only the barest standard of nourishment they were given exactly what they needed to keep them healthy without any consideration being given to taste. Meals tended to be a bowl full of nutrient mush, similar in texture to oatmeal, but without any flavor whatsoever. Fortunately, they were given plenty of water to wash it down and the food sat rather well once swallowed, but it was the single hardest dish to eat that either of them had been served. What was worse was that the guards who served them their meals were also instructed to make sure that they finished their food, so it wasn't like they could simply send back the bowl half-empty either. Finally, on the evening of the fifth day, the girls were brought before a man in a dark green suit. He was old, in his late fifties, with graying hair and brown eyes. He seized each girl up, cupping their breasts and sliding a hand between their legs as he did, then finally nodded to the warden and swiped a black plastic credit card on the dataslate that he was offered before turning to Caroline and Rebekah. Well, girls, he said with a smile, it looks like I'm going to be the one selling you. A few short hours later, the girls found themselves side-by-side in cages on one of the upper levels. Though the cages were cramped, leaving them only room to lie curled on their cold metal floor, they finally had a view of space. They could see the Red Planet above them, where their fathers were no doubt working right now, and the holographic clock in the middle of the commercial district where they were being sold told them that they had eight hours until the sun rose. Of course, they would have to be awake well before that, so it was wise for them to get whatever sleep they could.