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For 18-year old Jane, in the last twenty four hours, her life had turned completely upside down. She'd been out selling cookies when, while talking to a friendly looking housewife, she and her best friend Sarah had been knocked out by the woman's husband.
From there, things had gone from bad to worse. Jane had never even heard of the white slave trade, but the two girls, joined by another woman the slavers had grabbed that evening, soon found themselves for sale at a secret slave market, and were quickly sold.
Jane had watched helplessly as her best friend and their fellow captive were picked up by their new owner and loaded onto a truck along with a dozen or so other poor captive girls. It hadn't been long before she was readied for transport to her new home as well.
The time in the crate, held completely immobile by thick leather straps and silenced by a large rubber ballgag, had been hell for the young woman, bouncing around in the back of the slaver's truck. She'd thought she was going to die in that horrible crate. Part of her hoped she would die, and spare her from the fate that awaited her in slavery.
However, for better or worse, before to long, she felt everything shake around her as the truck stopped and the crate containing the terrified captive was lifted out of the back by her cruel kidnappers.
After a short journey, she was set down, standing up, somewhere. A moment later, light flooded into the wooden prison, blinding the slave. As her eyes adjusted, Jane stared in shock. Instead of the cruel looking man who'd bought her, three young women stared back at her through the opening.
The girls were obviously slaves, like Jane. They were completely nude, save for the collars locked around their necks like the one Jane now wore. She tried to avoid looking at the girl's piercings and the brand burned into each girl's side. The young woman listened as the three began to speak:

Slave #131: Hey! Check out the new girl!

Slave #209: Ha! She looks scared.

Slave #157: They all look scared when they come out of the box. You looked just like her when you first came here.

Jane: MMMPPPHHH!!!

131: I think the new girl wants us to let her out.

209: Sorry, scaredy-cat, but we're not allowed. You have to stay tied up like that until the master gets here to examine you.

157: Well, we might as well take out her gag, so she can introduce herself. The master won't mind that, right?
There! So what's your name, new girl?

Jane: I'm... I'm Jane...

157: No, not your old name. *sigh*
Look, don't ever say your old name out loud, they don't like that. If they hear you refer to yourself by your old name you'll be punished.
It's best you forget that name, better yet, forget you ever had a life before you came here, it'll be easier that way, trust me. Now, what's your real name? The master must have given you a number when he bought you, what was it?

243: umm...I think it was 243.

157: Well, 243, I am 157 and these two are 131 and 209.

131 and 209: Hi!

157: Look, the master's coming, so I've got to put your gag back on and close the crate up. Just try and relax. We'll try and help you any way we can.

243: MMMPPPHHH!!!


And thus we leave poor Slave #243. Let's hope she learns to enjoy her new life as a slave. And if not, well that's what the whips for, eh? (A little slaver joke) I meant to work on Nicole and Rachel 5-2 this evening, but I was in the mood to draw and this is what I drew. Blame my muse.
This is the final part of my trade with :iconjcmach24: I was originally only supposed to do two pictures, the first two, but I liked them enough I ended up doing the next three. Hope you like it.