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Education, Education, Education

Chapter 7 Ready To Go

Chapter 7  - Ready To Go

So, anyway, back to our quintet in the staging post:- Debbie our medic, Nancy
our challenging engineer, Angela Amanda, and Mel.

Their next step is to be made ready for transport. Fortunately the flight is
going to be ready on time so I don't have to keep them hanging around too long.
We don't really have the facilities for long term retention or for training at
the staging post and I always feel its important to get on with that as soon as
possible after they are brought in. 

Each of them go through exactly the same routine - if you've got a process then
there's less risk of a failure - so I'll just take you through one in detail. We
decide that Debbie should go first. We start off by checking the CCTV, she looks
as though she has relaxed a little. She's still sitting up on the bed but she's
looking around and occasionally testing the strength of her bonds. We go into
the cell; she looks up. Elly removes her gag.

"Oh, thank you," Debbie says. It's the first time she has spoken. "Can I have
drink please, just some water."

I tell her no, there are other things to do first.  I tell her I have to note
down her details on a form I have. I show her the clipboard with her name on the
form.  Elly shows her the stun gun, tells her not to make trouble, unties her
ankles and takes off her handcuffs. She sits on the bed rubbing her wrists and
asking if she is going to be released. I tell her no, again.

Next comes what, for many, is the part where they start to realise what all this
will mean. I tell her to strip.

She begs us not to make her, as they all do, but, in the end obeys, peeling off
her white blouse, dropping her skirt around her ankles and stepping out of her
shoes. For some reason they all stop at that point and need to be told to take
the rest off, but she's soon naked. That's not enough - we tell her to take her
jewellery off as well. She insists it's not valuable but for us that is not the
point - she has to travel without any belongings, without anything to link her
to her past.

Now we get the first chance to check that we have got a recruit that will
measure up on the physical side as well as on the intellectual. Debbie seems
fine on that count; tits are good, neat bum, firm belly - she'll be fine, I
decide.

We check her over for distinguishing marks and note them down. Like many of our
recruits she already carries a tattoo - in this case a small dolphin low down on
the left side of her back. She'll get the tattoo of her slave number later. We
check her for piercings; these must be recorded too. She has none yet, I note,
apart from two in each ear. 

We tell her to use the bucket in the corner of the cell. She looks aghast but
sees we don't intend to give her any privacy and performs as best she can. Elly
gives her some tissue to wipe herself off. She finishes and stands up trying to
use her hands to give her some modesty. I let it ride. She'll have plenty of
opportunity to learn that modesty is not a highly regarded virtue in her new
life.

We explain to her that we will ensure that all contacts with her past are to be
destroyed. We list out the inventory of her clothes and jewellery recording each
item on the clipboard, packing them all away in a sealed bag, marked for
incineration.

Elly gets out the restraints - two padded wrist cuffs, two ankle cuffs, a collar
and waist belt. We padlock them on to her. She doesn't resist.

I take a small steel tag from my pocket and check it against the clipboard
making sure it has the right number engraved on it. I tell her that this is her
new identity; that she must remember her number and always respond to it. She
shakes her head in disbelief but does not argue.

Elly follows up with ear plugs and the leather, tight-fitting, lockable, hood
that we use to ensure captives are unable to see or hear for the duration of
their transfer. Finally, she adds the gag - this time a rubber plug pushed into
her mouth and held in place with a locked strap.

With that the hooded, silenced, captive begins her journey. She is lead from her
staging post cell down the corridor to the loading bay at the rear of the
building. She is placed on the couch that makes up the lower half of her
transport crate. Each of her restraints is fastened to it. Elly administers an
intra-venous tranquilliser and connects the captive to the drip line and time
dispenser that forms part of the couch and will keep her subdued for the
duration of her transport.  We connect the respiration and heart rate monitors
to her wrist restraints and hood Once it is clear that unconsciousness is
established the top part of the transport crate is fitted over the captive and
fastened in place. The captive's number is marked on the crate.  We check that
the external indicators show her respiration and heart rate as normal. 

And so it is for each of them. The same routine, the same result. Some try to
resist more than others. Some rebel at the order to strip - Melissa in the end
has her clothes torn from her as Elly holds her struggling body. Others show
defiance as Nancy Carter did, still struggling at every opportunity. But the
outcome is the same, five black crates, identical except for the numbers marked
on the outside, each containing an unconsciousness and secure captive, loaded
onto a truck and heading for the freight hold of the flight that will take them
to their new lives.



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