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Many of the women in cages were dirty, thin, and sickly looking. They had to be, to have allowed themselves to be caught by the slavers in the first place, since it wasn't a fate women desired. The loveliest of them was a young woman with red hair; her eyes were closed, so they were an undetermined color. She was thin and pale, dressed in rags which did little to protect her from the cold. She did not look at him, she might have been asleep, or was pretending to be to escape notice. Though she was white as a sheet, there were hints of health in the flush of her cheeks, promising a buyer she wouldn't be likely to die within a small amount of her purchase.
 
She opened her eyes instantly and glared at him. Sure, the rules were that she was to be obedient to him- but she had not willingly sold herself to him, she had been stolen and then sold and she saw no reason to earn the old man a penny. "I think you made the wrong choice" she told him. Her voice was weak, from hunger and lack of water, but it was also firm. She shifted as she moved from the cage and stood on legs that seemed a little unstable- she had not been able to stand in quite some time, not since she had been caught and shoved in a cage.
 
"Allison" she said stiffly, her eyes were a little narrowed at him as she stood on her unstable legs. She flinched back from his hand, looking like she wanted to smack him from touching her. The elderly man selling her apologized for her behavior- she certainly wasn't going to apologize. She was rather hoping he'd change his mind and shove her back into the cage, even though she was enjoying being able to be on her own two feet for the moment.
 
She didn't answer him, she was too busy looking around. Her eyes were wide as she looked around, clearly impressed- when he tried to walk with her, he probably ended up pulling on her leash more than once to keep her moving because she kept pausing to look at things. There were trees! Actual trees! And grass! As well as other things she didn't even know what they were. The people of the slums did not get to see the beauty of the preserved nature- not unless they were sold in as slaves. She didn't need to answer to his question- it was obvious that the terradome amazed her!
 
Allison would yelp when he yanked on the leash and get a bit angry at him, since she wasn't exactly a fan of being a slave. But maybe she would come to accept it quickly. She looked around the home when they got inside, she had never been inside a proper house before, just dillapidated hovels and fallen skeletons of long-fallen structures from the years before the world had fallen into this disarray. The years where slavery was not so accepted and normal. But she had not been alive in those days, they seemed like children's tales.

The slave trade was an ugly truth of the now- and sexism had burst into full bloom. Women had stricter rules than men, rules that if broken lead to slavery even if there was no way to avoid breaking the rule. She looked at her master a bit apprehensively when she realized they were 'home', not sure what to expect from him....
 
(Good to know.)

She let out a frightened scream when large hairy monsters ran at her and knocked her onto the floor, before slathering her with their massive and wet tongues. She had never seen a dog in her life so naturally they scared her! She took his hand and stumbled to her feet, looking at the dogs apprehensively. She was shaking like a leaf, and the loud noises of the home locking did not much help her current terrified state. She was a lot less brave off her own turf, but as she grew used and comfortable to this world, she would probably revert back to her bolder and rather rebellious stance.
 
"Hey!" she protested, she was still shaking like leaf but she seemed to come to her senses when he tied her collar to the pole and started cutting off her clothes, which were the only ones she owned. She hardly wanted him looking at her body! She instantly covered herself, squeezing her legs together and using her thin arms to cover her breasts. Slave or not, slums or not, she knew what modesty was!
 
(oops, forgot she was tied :p)

She stopped squirming a moment, distracted by the warm water that had filled the tub. Clean water was such a commodity, and here he had her just standing in it! Such a huge waste! He was making her muddy it up so no one could drink it! Anyone with this much water outside the biodome would be extremely powerful!

But after the shock of seeing so much clean water faded, she glared at him, still trying to free her wrists so she could cover herself up- more than aware with the way he kept looking at her. "I don't need help changing clothes, I think I know how to do that myself." she growled, clearly very upset. She knew her rights- well, that she didn't have any, but she was having an extremely hard time accepting that. She wasn't sure she wanted clothes that "matched her new job".
 
"You tied my hands!" she said angrily, "so I'm not able to. Untie me and I'll do it myself!" she was trying to keep anger in her tone, but she was actually quite nervous and shied away from his hands, not wanting to be touched by him at all. She couldn't help it, it wasn't something she was used to dealing with. She stared at the foamy soap that was now on her arms and shoulders and squirmed! It felt so weird! This would get her clean? Soap was definitely new to her. All of this was!

Obedience wasn't going to come naturally to her, she would probably refuse both rooms and keep trying to leave, even if that was sheer stupidity on her part. She just wasn't yet ready to accept this as her life now, even if it did mean she might suffer for refusing to accept it. Her fear did not make her any more obedient, at least not yet. Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, betraying how afraid she actually was, despite her heated tones.
 
She didn't like her nickname, of his hands on her breasts and she squirmed and tried to back away when he twisted her sensitive nipples. That hurt! The look on her face could be conveyed easily as 'Oh, goody' but there was still nervousness in her eyes and in her movements, still trying to move away from his touch. If he thought her breasts were lovely then, they'd be fantastic if he fed her well and made her healthy, her body had the potential to be gorgeous, though she was already lovely. She digested the new piece of information he gave her, considering it. "What's your definition of behaving?"
 
She glared at him angrily, and flinched and squeaked when he pinched her nipples. "You paid someone who kidnapped me for me and you honestly expect that I'm just going to accept this?" she demanded, she nearly slipped and fell in the tub as she tried to move away from his hands, clearly nervous. She would eventually learn obedience, but having only been his property for a few hours at most- she was hardly at the breaking point. The suds at least covered her body from view, even if he was still touching and exploiting it. "Stop doing that!" her nipples were responsive to his touch, quite pert. She wasn't sure what his idea of punishment was, since so far it all felt like one big punishment.
 
She jumped and nearly slipped again, startled when he sprayed her with the water. She felt the soap slide down her body, now leaving her skin glossy and exposed. Suds were running along her belly then down her legs, and she was very upset. Since her hands were tied, she could hardly grab on to something to keep herself from falling, but she wasn't sure she minded if she broke her neck. Then he couldn't have her. But of course she didn't really want to die... and he did have a point. She just didn't want to be a slave, as ridiculous a thought as that might be for a woman from the outskirts. She kept automatically moving away from his hands, his touch was making her extremely nervous. She was sexually inexperienced, but she still knew enough to know where he was touching and that it was wrong.
 
The medical advances the dome had were unheard of on the outskirts. She stopped squirming after that, giving up and allowing him to clean her. What choice did she have? So for now, she was a good little slave and let him touch her, as much as she hated it. Though with her arms tied behind her back and her collar was tied onto the pole in the bath, she hardly had a choice anyway but now she was quiet and stopped moving and squirming out of his touch, even though she was still clearly very uncomfortable with it, jsut waiting for it to get over with...
 
She towelled off, then used the damp cloth to cover her body, shivering as the cooler air touched her damp skin. Goosebumps sprang along her skin and her nipples were pert beneath the towel. She didn't plan on exposing those to him again since he kept pinching at them, which felt good but also hurt at the same time. It was weird. She was glad that her hands were free, but still had that stupid collar on. She wondered if he would take that off too, or if he was going to drag her around with a leash frequently. She was shivering from head to toe, and still seemed a little afraid and reluctant, but for now she was silent.
 
Despite the shortness of the maid uniform, she still felt that that one covered more so she pointed at it, she did not really know what to call it. She'd never seen a swim suit or a french maid outfit before. She still hugged the towel to herself, shivering from head to toe. She did not appreciate how pleased he seemed about torturing her, but chose not to say anything at all. If she could say anything that wasn't construed as disobedient, it would be a miracle.
 
She put it on and saw the error in her choice instantly. Looks had been deceiving to say the least, the swimming suit had probably covered more than this outfit did. Her cheeks burned- she knew full well how degrading this outfit was, and she hated that he couldn't at least clothe her properly! But she didn't say anything, trying to decide where to place her hand. Her breasts, which seemed about to pop out, or lower? There seemed to be no escape, he'd see something no matter what.
 
She knew what branding was, she had seen it done to slaves who had been purchased on the spot and she looked uncomfortable and apprehensive of the idea. The girl was not much for pain, though god knew she had endured enough of it in her short life. Things were not easy for those on the outskirts, and only those who lived out there could really say they knew pain... but she pushed those thoughts aside. She could only hope that she was right about only outsiders knowing pain- so that he wouldn't hurt her.

"Stealing" she said automatically when he asked for her skills. She hadn't exactly been born and raised in a typical household. She didn't cook, she ate what she could find the way she found it. She didn't read or write, there was no one to touch her. She didn't clean, because if you don't live in a house- what is there to clean. But stealing? Oh, she had gotten pretty good at that out of necessity, but she didn't think she had any other skills.
 
"I don't want FE." she said, she knew what that was. And she knew it could go wrong, too. She didn't know what the other thing was, but she figured it had to be better than the possibility of being a vegetable or something. She shivered at the thought of FE being used on her, the rumors were probably worse than the reality of it but she did not seem to want to take chances. Not that it was really her choice...
 
"I don't want to do that either!" she gasped, but had no choice but to follow him in the room thanks to her wretched leash. If she went through the FE, what was to stop him from doing that to her anyway? She looked like she was going to be sick, biting her lip and looking extremely apprehensive. She wrapped her arms around herself like a hug, wondering how he could be so cruel to her. Nothing he'd done so far was giving her reason to like him... only to hate him. "Can't someone else just teach me to do other things, without doing the FE?"
 
"How is that different from being your sex slave?" she demanded, "how about none of the above!" she was certain she could learn skills without it being as hard as he let on, since she taught herself survival skills all the time. She wasn't stupid, she was just born in the wrong place. She certainly did not want to be his sex slave AND his chore slave...
 
"I want another option!" she said a bit shrilly, "either way you're trying to force me to ..." she shuddered, seeming unable to being herself to say "have sex" since the idea repulsed her so. She choked as the collar shocked her, and she collapsed, making wheezing, winded sounds as she tried to get herself off the ground but didn't seem able, not for the moment. A sob escaped her lips because she was scared and hurt, he certainly wasn't making her first night as his slave easy. There was no understanding in his eyes, not a drop of it... he didn't care how scared she was, and how very new it was. He fully expected her to be cooperative like she had been his slave for a long while.
 
Allison wished she'd known that collar could do that before that point or she might have been a bit more careful. It was a painful lesson to learn, and it didn't leave her liking her master much at all. But the promise of food sounded good- she hadn't eaten in days, as might be clear by her thin and weak state- the shock would have hurt her less if she were a bit healthier. Still lovely, yes, but much too thin at the moment. She looked at him with huge, wet eyes, still making a crying.. winded noise that made her wonder if she was really the one making that strange noise. She wasn't quite able to speak, slowly forcing herself into sitting position.
 
"Dizzy" she squeaked a bit, still feeling a little hurt and dazed but she let him lead her, her hand nervously moving to the collar like she was worried it was going to shock her again. Her legs felt quite weak but she did not want to admit how unwell she felt, she felt vulnerable enough as it was and despite her situation.... she did have her pride.
 
She managed to get onto the table, not wanting to eat off the floor and then looked uncertainly at the sandwich. She had never tasted meat before, nor bread, nor tomatoes, nor lettuce... and if she had, it had not been fresh or tasty. She took a bite out of it, and instantly decided that she really liked it and eagerly started wolfing it down, lacking table manners because she never exactly sat at a table and ate before!
 
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