The Beginning of Training

I sat in my cell those first few minutes contemplating the dark turn my life had taken. Thoughts of The Middle Passage and galley rowers filled my mind as the reality of my situation began to sink in. I had been kidnapped from my home. I had been ripped away from everyone I knew. Everyone who gave a damn about me was millions, if not billions of miles away. I was a prisoner of people whose only interest in me was how much money I was worth. Trapped in a world I knew nothing about. I was utterly, completely, fucked.

I was not allowed to dwell too long on my predicament because before too long the ****-field in front of my cell dropped. "Alright slaves." the furry guard said to us. "It is exercise time. No one wants a fat **** and some of you people are down right disgusting." We were directed towards a shimmering portal that sat on one end of the hallway. One of the guys in front hesitated for just long enough to make the guard angry. I heard that man scream of pure pain as our ursine overseer stabbed him with a device I would later learn was called an agony lance before the guard tossed the cowed **** through the transendavator's event horizon.

I did not struggle. I simply took a deep breath and jumped through the swirling circle of energy. I did not feel a thing, like walking through a door to another room, which I found out later was over two kilometers away from our cells.

"Strip." Another bear creature ordered. This one cracked a whip made of solid energy in the air. No one wanted to test this fearsome looking device and so we all rushed to get naked as fast as possible. The last one of us who still had his clothes on got to experience the lash of the neuro-whip. I will never forget the sound he made and the way he asked for us to kill him. "Not today human. Not today." the whip wielder said before giving the poor man another three lashes.

Once we were all naked they made us stand in line and receive our control bands. The innocuous metal bands slipped snugly around our wrists, ankles, necks, and cocks. We were instructed to perform planks, squats, and countless other exercises. The hologram woman in front of us would demonstrate what we were expected to do, and we did it, or got the neuro-whip. More than a few of the men dropped from exhaustion. They were given to the count of three to get back to on program. Each count coming with a lash of crimson energy. Those who did not rise after the third lash were dragged off. As the monotonous calisthenics regime progressed I felt the seamless bands grow heavier. At first I thought it was just exhaustion. Only when the bands were reset to gravity neutral did I learn that my overseers had us training with two kilos around our cocks, ten kilos on each limb and fifteen kilos around our necks. I did not know how long we worked out, but by the time the hologram when silent and turned off I was soaked in sweat and ready to pass out.
My fellow work out survivors and I were directed to a water trough were we were told to drink slowly to replenish ourselves. "Now that you have worked up a proper sweat and an appetite, get yourselves cleaned up and report to the mess hall. Your first lesson begins in one hexdec." The guard said as we were directed towards the sound of falling water emanating from a room directly adjacent to us where the steam trapped by the **** field occluded our view of what lay beyond the threshold.

As I walked towards the shower I heard someone calling out my name. I turned to see Amber. My ex-girlfriend was standing in line with the other female slaves who have just arrived to use the training room with the male slaves departing. Having already discarded her clothing. Amber was awaiting her own set of control bands when she spotted me. She reached out towards me only for the overseers to strike her with the neuro-whip.
Even if I had wanted to help her, what was I to do? The moment I acted out they would crank my control bands to a hundred gees and tear my limbs. I later found out that I had more to worry about them setting the bands to negative than positive. I turned my back on Amber and tried to ignore her pleas as I entered the steamy embrace of wet warm arms.