Torei Student Exchange
Chapter 2
By GreyRose
AKA GrymtheGray
Time passed, the girls struggled to get comfortable, naked, wearing these strange manacles which kept their hands in one place linked to their neck by a short, heavy, rigid bar. The wood forming the floor of the Lockers was unforgiving and uncomfortable. Slowly their body's started cramping up as their upper body's were held in a hunched position and the small cells would not allow room to stretch their legs. Their initial discussion on what had happened upon their arrival and what to do next, faded off into a desultory silence, unresolved.
Several hours had passed when a woman in a maroon gown and a matching collar carrying a digital-pad, stopped by their lockers, the woman was tiny, only 1.5m (4”11'), the high heeled shoes she wore emphasized her small stature rather than obscured it. As soon as the girls noticed her they started calling out, with all three speaking at the same time it came out as a confused babble.
With a tap of a finger on the digital-pad, the girls found themselves choking on their words, the fiddles they wore shocking them into silence; once they stopped trying to speak, the woman tapped the control again. “First Rule, you will remain silent until I tell you to speak.” She glared at the stunned girls and waited, as the girls remained silent, she nodded and continued, “I am Mistress Skye, I am the one in charge of this area. If you obey, you will be treated fairly, if you do not...” Her voice faded away as her fingers toyed with the surface of the digital-pad. Pausing to let the threat sink in, “Once you promise to obey the rules, I will have the fiddles removed.”
She looked at Tina first. Tina spoke up, “Yes Mistrrdh..k.k..” As soon as Tina stopped trying to speak Mistress Skye turned off the fiddle. “I asked if you would abide by the rules, I did not give you leave to speak. Yes or no, will you obey?”
This time Tina nodded her head, the movement limited by the thick, heavy collar of the fiddle locked around her neck. Next Mistress Skye focused on Lela, who started to open her mouth to respond but caught herself as she saw the woman's finger hover over the digital-pad. Quickly changing her mind, Lela nodded her head. The woman then turned to Dawn, who automatically nodded her head in agreement. Each of the girls now feared this woman and the power she had over them.
Once she had each girls agreement, Mistress Skye paused and savored the moment before continuing, “Very good, now the routine here in the Lockers, is that you will be fed three times a day and will be taken out to be exercised three times a day. Sleeping is for the night, you will remain awake during the day. You will be here until the next ship arrives, when you will be escorted off our world and deported as undesirables. If you cause trouble, I will cause you pain, how much will depend upon how annoyed I am at your disruption of my domain. Is this understood?” Again each of the sullen girls nodded their agreement to these rules.
There was no signal that they could see, but suddenly two slave girls scurried up to the woman and came to attention with their backs to the girls. Each was wearing only a panty and a clear shiny apron that draped around the neck and covered them to mid thigh, the collars they wore were banded maroon and black, instead of the solid maroon they'd seen before. “Yes Mistress Skye.” Their voices were in complete sync.
“You will remove their fiddles and get them their meal. You will give them 30 minutes to eat, then you will take them out to the yard for their afternoon exercise. After that they will be on the standard schedule.” Mistress Skye having given her orders, turned and left, while the two slave girls scurried off in a different direction. Returning shortly with trays, which they set to one side. They opened each locker, one at at time, the slaves making sure that they were ready for anything the off-worlders might try.
Their bodies numb, their muscles cramping after all their time in the cramped lockers and the intimidating introduction of Mistress Skye, the two slaves had no problems from the off-worlders. After removing the fiddles, one after the other, the two slaves turned to the trays they had set to one side and slid a plate of diced vegetables and a bowl of water into each locker, then left the girls to eat.
Though the vegetables were of exotic plants that the girls had never encountered before they had no flavor to the imprisoned girls. Despite their lack of interest in finishing the bland food, it seemed to take no time at all before they were finished with the meager offering and they had to wait for the two slaves to return for them. The slave girls were just as efficient binding them for their exercise period as they had been at unbinding them.
When they returned they started with Tina, upon opening the locker they dragged the girl out by her hair. They started by locking a belt around her waist, followed by securing her hands in the small of her back with cuffs attached to the belt. Once this was done Tina was then hobbled and her belt was locked to a ring to one side of her Locker. They then turned to Dawn and bound her in the exact same way, before turning to Lela and doing the same with her. Having the three off-worlders ready the slaves then put the girls into a coffle and led them outside to the exercise yard.
As they entered the exercise area they could see a field of strange frames, each frame was a 3 meter tall circle with a complex weave of rods that left a spread-eagle shaped gap perfectly sized for a girl. Each girl had to put one foot into a sandal like stirrup and then step up into the frame, the weight causing clamps to lock the foot into the stirrup. As the girls waist was pushed into place, the belt slid into waiting clamps that secured the belt in place, only then was the hobble was removed and the second foot forced into the empty stirrup waiting for it. Once their feet and waist were secured to the frame, their hands were released from the belt one at a time pulled into waiting clamps. Now that the girls were helplessly restrained by the frame, the final clamps were secured at their knees and elbows.
Before the slaves left them alone in the frames, a bubble about a hand-span across was pushed onto their face so that it covered their nose and mouth. At first the girls were afraid of being smothered but quickly discovered they they could still breathe. Suddenly the frames started flexing their bodies, slowly increasing the difficulty of each move until the girls felt that they were being turned inside out. After a short pause in the stretching program the frames started them running in place. The girls were forced into an aerobic exercise run.
While all three had enjoyed the stretching program to one degree or another, Dawn was the only one that enjoyed the running program at all. The running went on and on, and because Dawn was an experienced long distance runner she was able to look at what was happening to the other two and relized that her program was far more difficult that what her two friends were being put through, she finally guessed that the bubbles over their mouths must be some kind of monitor and was pushing them to each individuals limits. Tina and Lela, spent a lot fighting to breathe as their frames kept them moving, even if it was only a fast walk as they were kept on the ragged edge of exhaustion, they had no energy to spare on seeing anything beyond the frame that tortured them mercilessly.
Finally the exercise came to an end and all three girls had a cool down period before being brought to a complete standstill. As the wait for the slaves to return became tedious, Lela started to say something and the bubble collapsed over her mouth blocking both sound and air. The other two heard her cut off grunt and the rattling of the frame as she struggled to breathe. The bubble expanded once Lela gave up her struggles, now forcing air into her as she gulped in the needed oxygen.
After that the three off-worlders decided silence was their best option and just hung there in the frames....waiting. After what felt like an hour but was perhaps fifteen minutes, two slaves came to release them, but weren't the same two from earlier. Different or not these two were just as efficient at managing the three girls as the first pair. The girls were removed from the frames in an exact reverse steps and were quickly back in a coffle.
Before they were led back inside, they were taken to a tiled area and the coffle leashes were attached to two posts. A hose was uncoiled and cold water was sprayed over all three completely soaking them, the temperature of the water eliciting screams of shock for the exercise warmed girls. Each slave brought out a pair of mitts that quickly lathered up as they scrubbed on the bound women. Once properly scrubbed the hose was employed a second and longer time washing the girls clean. A rough toweling that leaves them mostly dry is the final stage of their treatment before being returned to their cramped quarters.
An unguessable number of hours later the pattern repeated, and finally their first day on Torei ended when the lights in the Locker room went dark. The girls spent a miserable night and were woken up by the delivery of their morning food, the exact same fare as the previous two meals, but before they were taken outside they had a visitor.
Mistress Skye stopped in front of their lockers and frowned at the three off-worlders, “You three are the bane of my existence!” The three suddenly frightened girls tried to guess at what they had done wrong, they had followed all the rules they had been told about and only spoke to each other when in their Lockers. “The fact that you are here has somehow gotten out and I've had calls from three different Ringdoms! Three! And that's just so far! The longer you are here the more trouble you will be for me!”
“Well I've something to offer you three trouble makers, and I suggest you take it! If you were to apply for Torean Citizenship, and were sponsored, you would then be out of here and be someone else's responsibility. I can have your request submitted while you are being exercised and with all the interest that you three have created I'm sure that you'll have an interview at the Council building this afternoon. From the calls I've gotten on you, I doubt you will be coming back here afterward.”
Mistress Skye paused, and when the girls remained silent, “Well speak! Do you want to apply or not, if you don't accept I will just have to think up interesting diversions to relieve my stress!”
Dawn speaks out first and asks, “We don't want to give up our citizenship with our home-world Shangrila, wouldn't we need to do that if we became citizens here on Torei?”
“Silly womb, you don't go through the whole program,” Mistress Skye replied with exasperation. “The Citizenship program is at least 6 months long before you would be tested for admission. Then when a starship arrives you just rescind your request, you would then be deported and taken to that ship and taken home. Do you understand now?”
The three off-worlders now understood the woman's plan, with their options being the boring drudgery of the past day repeated endlessly against the possibility of being anywhere else....they accepted
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