Enslave me if you want!

"You can enslave me if you want, but I'm not taking part in this," you dart, and the eight men behind the Caregiver immediately point their guns at you.

"Really?" Elena asks. "This is how we are going to get enslaved?"

"You want to go back to the ship pretending that this is okay? I won't," you answer, and you turn back to the Caregiver. "You either take us with you, or you let everyone go."

"Then I guess we will take you with us," the man shrugs.

To the guards' instructions, you get your weapons on the ground, then the both of you are dressed naked. The men cuff your wrists and upper arms behind you, and you receive another pair of cuffs on your ankles, connected by a chain to the one on your wrists. You receive a thick collar around your necks, with a chain leash already attached to it, then the both of you are equipped with a ballgag at the size of your fists.

"Take them to the others. They will be sold for a good price on our private market," the Caregiver says.

Your leashes are yanked heavily, and the guards take you away, you only saying a muffled "Mmph!" as a failed form of protest. After about an hour, you reach a large vessel next to the town. Inside, you are separated, a regretful look your only form of goodbye. You are escorted to a dressing room inside the vessel. Once there, the chains are removed, and you are dressed into a reverse straitjacket, black in color, with orange stripes going through the material. You receive a leash about the length of your arms, a hood that only leaves your mouth and nostrils open, a fist sized ballgag and **** ballet boots, the two pieces connected by a short chain.

After that, you are escorted through the corridors, one stumble after the next as the guards keep catching you and groping you. You are locked into some sort of a device embedded into one of the walls, your neck, upper arms, thighs and ankles locked in place by straps. There is a pair of giant dildos slipped into your asshole and pussy, possibly held in place by metal rods. But the real trauma only comes after that: a needle is pressed in your naked thigh, containing the nanites, and you can feel your brain getting altered by them the moment they enter your blood flow.

For some time, perhaps about an hour, you wiggle in your bondage. But eventually, the ship takes off from the ground, and with it, your resolve is reduced to zero. You chose to make a stand against the Caregiver and his cruelty. And now you are going to be a **** for the rest of your life. There is no changing of it. All you can do is hope that once your training is complete, you will be sold to a merciful owner.

TO BE CONTINUED