You wake up

When you finally regain your senses, you are in a cage, attached to the front of a speeder, moving down the streets of a small town determined by narrowed roads and family apartments. You recognize you are wearing a new outfit: a gray bodysuit that covers your body from the tip of your toes to the top of your neck, accompanied by a fist sized ballgag, a hood that covers your scalp and fastens your hair in a pony tail, a black collar, a corset, an armbinder, and a pair of ballet boots at the probable height of seven inches.

For some time, you are **** to endure the ride in the midst of the quiet neighborhoods - and the muffled screams of your fellow companions -, then the speeder finally slows down, and parks at the garden of a two-story building. At first glance, it seems you have arrived to a perfectly normal place in a perfectly normal town. Then again: you were brought here, so there is zero chance of this place being normal.

“Took you long enough,” you see a woman stop in front of the speeder. At first glance, she too seems perfectly normal: average height, black hair, blue jeans and a red tunic. But the way she looks at you - like fresh meat -, pretty much determines the opposite.

“Had to wait through the entire auction to get one of them,” you see a man stepping down from the speeder, probably Mr. Ferguson. At first glance, he also seems normal: average looks, probably in his forties, black hear and a short beard on his face. But you know for a fact that he is not. “But she will worth the wait, you will see.”

“That one?” the woman asks, pointing her index finger at you. “Gosh, I haven’t seen a body like that in ages.”

“She cost me almost twenty,” the man says.

“That much?” the woman frowns.

“Don’t worry, it will pan out,” the man answers. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he turns to you, and starts caressing your face.

You nod, not really sure what else could you do.

In the next few minutes, the rest of the cages are unlocked, and the three of you are lined up in front of the vehicle, with a third man - tall, muscular, bald, probably in his forties - joining the fray, looking critically over you.

“So, what are your thoughts, Mich?” the bald man asks from the other.

“That one will be the new chair,” he points to the **** right of you. “That will be the new ottoman,” he points to the ****. “And that one will be the new lamppost,” he points to you.

You shudder to hear his words. You will be used as furniture? You recall your previous conversation with Elena. This is exactly one of those situations you wanted to avoid. But alas, you are here. Adelyn Blake, the new lamppost. Ready to light just about any environment!

For a moment, you hope there would be mercy for you, but the bald man attaches a leash to the O-ring on your collar, and he leads you inside the house. This, at the first glance, also seems like a normal place, except there are bound females acting as furniture in every role the human mind could conceive: chairs, tables, trays, statues, ottomans, foot stools, cabinets and - of course - lampposts. You also see people in non-furniture roles: in the living room your glance fall to a woman dressed in a black bodysuit cleaning furniture, human and non-human alike, with a duster gag. On the other side, there is a woman in a blue bodysuit moving the lawn, with another woman, dressed in yellow, watering the plans.

Your first thought is to scream into your gag, and run away from this place. But you already know where resistance takes you. So you decide to endure, and follow obediently, as the man leads you to the living room, kneels you down at the right side of the bed, locks your legs together with straps, and chains your armbinder to the O-rings at the end of your ballet boots. You also receive some strange, circular object on your neck. But the only thing you can determine that it is made of metal.

Once the man is finished, he turns towards you, and starts staring. You don't know the reason behind this. But you reckon you would soon find out.

“Come on, move a bit,” he says.

You don't understand the order - but you also don’t want to end up in more shit -, so you cautiously begin to move your hips sideways. Only to receive a shock from the device on your neck.

“You see, the nanites keep you nice and healthy, and the regulator makes sure that the only movement you are capable of is breathing,” the man laughs, and pats your head. But you don’t feel like laughing. Instead, you try to move again, only to receive a second shock. Then you decide to do one more attempt, only to get a third one.

“Alright, for that you can get five raggedy points. Soak up fifty, and you will get some nasty punishment from the boss,” the man says, and he leaves the room.

You want to turn after him. Only to receive another shock.

“Ten raggedy points!” you hear from outside.

Aghast, you stare in front of yourself motionless. This is how what you should be doing? For how long? Months? Years? YOUR ENTIRE LIFE?!!! You feel your blood pressure elevated, and your heart pumping in your chest. Luckily, this time you are able to calm yourself, and you avoid another five raggedy points.

After that there comes the waiting of it.