The auction was over. The last of the slaves had walked across the stage, stood before the bidders and been sold. The customers milled about in the lobby, talking with one another as they waited for their various rides to come and collect them. Those who were victorious boasted of what they'd do with their new purchases. Those who'd been unlucky hung around, hoping to score an invite to a luckier slave owner's home and a chance to sample what they might have had with a luckier bid. <br />But the work wasn't quite over. There were still many things to do before the night was over, first among them getting the slaves ready for shipment to their new homes. While some of the buyers were taking their slaves home with them, others were relying on Pete and his associates to see their property safely delivered. So after five minutes or so, shaking hands, accepting thanks for a lovely evening and making promises to send notices the next time he held one of these, Pete left things in the capable hands of the Gentleman Slaver and headed backstage, where the slaves had been locked back in the cages while Holly prepped things for shipping. <br />The wooden packing cases were set out, open at the top, revealing insides liberally fitted with both padding and restraints for the unlucky occupants who would be riding inside them. Pete moved over to join her. Two sets of hands made the work go fast. "Come on, slave!" Pete growled, opening another cage. The cage's occupant shrank back, shaking her head and mumbling pleas into her gag. She's been watching the other girls go into the crates and did not want to join them. Unfortunately, what she wanted didn't matter much anymore. The confines of the cage meant she couldn't get far enough back to escape Pete's grasping arms. Soon, she was dragged out of the cage and over to the waiting crate. Pete double checked to make sure it was the right one. Lot #15, bound for New York. He got her inside and began the process of strapping her in place. <br />"Enjoy the trip..." He teased, before sliding the lid into place, cutting off her frightened sobs...<br /><br />***&nbsp; <br /><br />"So, how should I get this little beauty home?" Wendy asked, giving the leash in her hand a slight tug. The slave girl behind her grumbled into her gag.<br />"uhhh...I don't know..." <br />"What, you don't have any sort of arrangements for transporting your slaves?" <br />"err...wait, I think I've got an idea!" Andy turned and ducked out of the room a second. He returned a little while later carrying a folded map. "You said you lived across town, right? Well I think if you hurry, you can catch the number 7 bus. That should take you most of the way. Then you catch bus number 9 and you're practically there!"&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />"You must be joking..." <br />"Or I guess you could take the Number 5...bit more of a walk but it would save you one fare..." <br />"I can't take her on a public bus!" <br />"Trust me, no one would bat an eye. It's public transportation, you'd hardly be the oddest pair taking the bus...&nbsp;