Janice held herself still as she listened carefully the darkness. For the last hour, she had been feeling faint bumps that jostled her from side to side. It could be her imagination; she was beginning to hallucinate in the darkness with shifting images painted on the back of her eyelids.
Despite the cleaning after every humiliating time she peed on herself, the sprayers never moved above her waist. Her eyes were sealed shut by her dried tears and her cheeks burned from the salt caked on them. There was no relief from the persistent itches that covered her body either.
A shudder shook her body.
She inhaled sharply, feeling how her naked breasts wiggled with the impact. The pressure on her body held her tightly in place so only a few parts of her body could feel even a hint of movement: her hands, feet, and aching tits.
Another thud, this one more obvious.
Her heart beat faster. She tried to open her eyes to look around but couldn't. Days of suffering had blinded her.
She strained against her bonds for a moment but then gave up. She was weak, she could feel the torn muscles still aching from her earlier attempts to escape.
Light exploded around her.
“… let's see what's the big deal about this one,” a man was saying. He had an accent, it sounded Polish or Czech to her.
Something moved ahead of her and then there was a hand against her cheek.
She screamed. Or at least tried to scream. The only sound came out was a hoarse wail. She reflexively tried to jerk away but she was held in place.
“Looks like just another cunt to me, Boss.”
“Yeah, yeah, they always look like that in the box,” said the boss.
Janice froze with confusion.
The man continued, “White Stallion has a good head on his shoulders and when he flags a capture, it means something. Here, give me her file and pull her out.”
Hands touched her, impersonal. Without human contact for a while, it felt like fire as they pressed against her breasts and down along her sides. More hands grabbed her shoulders.
She whimpered and cringed as much as she could. With effort, she tried to work her mouth to say something but she couldn't get her tongue to work enough to form words.
“This one is still awake. I think she's lucid.”
“Really? Don't get many of those after two weeks.” said the boss. His low, rumbling voice was closer.
Janice whimpered.
“Go on, pull over a chair and get her in it. No, get the one with arms. Those legs of hers aren't going to work well.”
A hand ran up her thigh, moving toward her pussy. She tried to pull away but couldn't as the hot fingers cupped her sex and pressed against her lips. The fingers curled against the opening. “Cleaner just had a run too, squeaky clean and she's probably empty.”
“Use Goose's chair then,” said the boss with a grin in his voice.
“Aw, man,” said a new voice.
With a chuckle, the man groping her pulled away. A moment later, there was a thunk sensation and the pressure around her left knee suddenly relaxed.
She flexed her leg but it was numb. Only burning muscles responded with a renewed ache.
Regret slammed into her. If she hadn't hurt herself trying to break free, she would have had the chance then.
The world shook around her as more of the restraints were removed, each one shaking her body as they popped open and freed her.
If she had the ability, she would have scrambled to her feet and sprinted away. As such, her weak body could only clench and relax. She managed to close her legs but it took all of her energy.
“Okay, you boys know how to handle these bitches. Each side and then pick her up.”
The worker's hands caught her under her armpits and knees and lifted her free of her prison. Her skin peeled away from the cushions underneath her, setting them on fire as raw skin parted from fabric.
She sobbed as she was carried through the bright light. Then she felt her body being set down on an office chair. She tilted to the side until a plastic arm dug into her side and caught her. Grateful, she grabbed it and flailed for the other one, catching it after a few tries. Weakly, she centered herself to avoid the spinning sensation.
“Hold still, let me get your eyes,” said the boss before he pressed a cool cloth against her face. It smelled perfumed, a baby wipe. He worked quickly, working the crust from one eye and then the other before wiping her face.
He had to use three of them.
“Okay, open your eyes when you can. It's going to be bright but just take your time. I'm going to see what Stallion said about you, I don't get red flagged deliveries often.”
A woman screamed to Justine's right. It ended abruptly.
She jerked and tried to look toward it, but the glare made it impossible.
Shaking her head slowly, she focused on her vision. Slowly blinking, she worked them open until the glare receded.
The first thing she saw was a large black container. About eight feet long, five feet across, and two feet high. A large lid cut it in half and she could see padded brackets around a human-shaped opening. There were hoses and machines on rails around it; the washing unit.
One man wearing orange scrubs had the other side opened and was shoving a hose into some place. He had brown smears over his clothes and he wore a full face mask and gloves.
Beyond the man was another black container where men in blue scrubs carried a brown-skinned woman from the container directly to a gurney. There was another orange scrub man opening up her container.
She spotted two more stations, each with men working in relatively quiet as they worked on the black containers, cleaning and what appeared to be resupplying them.
“Thirty-three,” said the boss.
Janice shivered as she turned to look at him. He looked like her uncle, a portly man with a thick head of gray hair and a salt-and-pepper beard. He sat on an office chair next to a table that had the contents of a red folder spread across it.
“W-What?” she rasped.
“Thirty-three women were in that thing.” He didn't look up from what he was reading but he nodded to his side.
She glanced over. There was a blue shipping container, just like she saw on the backs of trucks. It was half empty but she saw at least four more of the black containers inside it, they were stacked almost to the ceiling.
“Thirty women, three men. All from the United States.” He frowned at the paper and then looked up.
Janice shivered at his look, it was cruel and objective.
She clutched her arms over her bare breasts, shielding them from his look. The cold air brushed over her and she glanced to her other side.
Her station was the last one. A white-painted wall before her, large rivets gleaming in the hard lights hanging above her.
One of the men walked past her and headed straight for a door in the corner. His orange scrubs smelled of shit and piss. She watched as he opened it and left the room. There didn't appear to be any security codes. Filing it as a possible place to escape, she turned back.
Her throat hurt, but she was too confused to remain silent. “W-Who are you?”
He looked up, his green eyes piercing. “Call me Wasp. Master Wasp if you really want. We all use code names here because of the cameras.” He nodded up.
Janice looked up. Above her was a large camera on some sort of control system. It looked like it could easily move to track her as she moved around. There were other cameras around her also, large curved glasses focused on her from almost every direction.
Wasp shrugged and flipped a page. “The unboxing videos are profitable. Everyone wants to see the new bitches as the… hold on.” He held out his wrist and pressed his watch. “Oversight, take bay one off the automatic publishing. This one might be special.”
“As soon as I saw the flag, I did,” came the impersonal voice.
“Good job.” Wasp returned to his page and then up at her. With a frown, he lifted himself up and dug into his pocket for a cell phone. After a bit of tapping, he looked at her and then down at the page.
“Goose?”
“Yeah?” asked one of the men in blue scrubs.
“Who does she look like?”
Goose came around. He was muscular and blond, almost handsome except for a tilt to his jaw and the way he moved. His eyes took her in and she shivered.
They were going to rape her, she knew it. She glanced at the door and quickly back again. If she was going to run, they couldn't know the way she was going to sprint. Pointedly, she looked along the wall for another door. She found one two stations down and focused on that instead.
Goose chuckled. “I've seen her, right? She's famous?”
Janice's stomach clenched. She wasn't famous but her sister was.
The man in orange scrubs looked up. “She's on those makeup commercials. Mary-something.”
Goose snapped his fingers and grinned. “Marion Zee!”
Janice whimpered. That was her sister.
“Holy shit, Stallion got a Cover girl!?” Goose grinned broadly. “I'm going to definitely have to fuck this one!”
She whimpered and pushed back on her chair. It squeaked as it rolled back. Her eyes glanced to the door. She had to run and soon. It didn't matter if she was naked. She flexed her legs to bring some feeling back.
Wasp put down his phone. “Twin sisters. They reported her missing a week ago.”
He leaned forward and peered at her. “You are beautiful, yo know that. Uncommonly beautiful, the two of you. That means you have good genes. A lot of men have jerked off on your picture. Well, your sister's but you look close enough their dick won't care.”
“W-What are you going to do?” she asked as she gauged the distance to the door. Her feet and legs seemed to be recovering, she thought she could make it.
“You've heard of human trafficking, right?”
She almost threw up. “You're going to rape me?”
Goose chuckled. “Oh, yeah.”
Wasp shrugged. “Maybe a little, but I'm not going to sell you, if that is what you mean. Prostitution isn't profitable at all. Women like you burn out quickly. And if you get one rough customer, you're done for.”
Somehow, that didn't help Janice relax.
Wasp grinned. “I mean, you are going to get raped but only for a few days. In fact, probably—”
It was too much. Fear surged through her, pushing away the exhaustion. She launched herself out of her chair and stumbled toward the door. Her bare feet smacked against the steel floor as she ran as fast as she could.
Footsteps chased after her.
With a sobbing cry, she reached the door and flung it open. A cool wind blew into her but she charged through and slammed the door shut behind her.
Ocean.
She was on the deck of a ship, staring out into the blue field of an ocean. A chain link fence covered the space between her, no doubt to prevent her from jumping off.
Whimpering, she looked to her right where another fence blocked her from running that way. The other was across the other stations where an exit sign helpfully pointed back into the ship.
Gasping, Janice started to run toward the exit sign.
She made it only a few yards before a feeling stopped her. She gripped the fence tightly as she panted for breath.
It was too easy. Too simple. With the chains on the other side, they purposefully made it so she only had one way to go.
The door burst open behind her.
Sobbing, she turned around to face them.
Goose stopped in front of her, a disappointed look on his face. “Why aren't you running?”
Wiping the tears from her face, she shook her head. “It's a trap, isn't it?”
“Ah, fuck, you're one of the smart ones.” He rolled his eyes. “Fine, get back inside.”
Stunned, she obeyed.
Wasp looked up at her as she passed and then grinned. “How far did she make it?”
“Three fucking feet,” snarled Goose.
Wasp ran his hand through his beard. “How did you figure it out?”
Still sobbing, Janice sat down in the chair. “The chains. There was only one way to go.”
Wasp shrugged. “Well, I guess the crew doesn't get to rape you for the night before we get started then.”
Her eyes opened in fear.
He grinned. “Company benefit. Any runner that makes it to the crew quarters is free-ranged and fair game. Two or three days of having your holes violated breaks most bitches like you and makes them easier to manage later.”
Janice threw up. Or at least tried too. Only dry heaves tore through her throat as she slid off the chair and to the ground.
The older man stood up. “Well, get her on the gurney and let's see if she survives surgery.”
Janice froze. “S-Surgery?”
“Yeah, if we're going to turn you into a breeder, we need to make a few changes.” He waved the red folder toward her and then headed for the door she had just tried to escape through.
She screamed and scrambled to her feet.
Men caught her, their powerful grips capturing her naked body. Her bare feet flailed helplessly until she remembered to kick them into balls. The first strike hit Goose's crotch before crunching against a plastic cup.
Goose grinned as he pulled her close. “We know how to handle bitches like you,” he snarled before hauling her toward the waiting gurney.
There was nothing she could do except fight with her flagging strength as they threw her on it and pinned her down. In a matter of seconds, she was trapped and being rolled away while she screamed hoarsely as loudly as she could.