She's put up for auction

It's early morning at a container harbor half the world away from National City and a man and a woman who are most certainly not dockworkers are checking the state of their container.

"Shit, my last one is dead on arrival, that's 2 dead and 6 live so far, not the best trip. How is the last one in your rack?" the man checking the left hand rack asks

Over at the right hand rack, the woman is bent over her pad checking the readings "I'm not entirely sure to be honest, the first 7 were all alive and well, or mostly well enough anyway. This one in slot #16 though is kinda weird, heart and movement tracking indicates she was conscious for more or less the whole trip, which means I'd expect her to be at deaths door by now, but she's showing up as one of the healthiest individuals I've ever decanted"

"Huh, that's kinda weird, something wrong with the sedatives?" the man walks over and peers at the pad as well "Hmm, no, that all looks to have been full at departure and been administered as it's supposed to, maybe she's one of those genetic freaks that's immune to one or more types of ****?"

The woman shrugs, and starts to pull the coffin onto a rolling table "Don't know, and don't care, but the other times someone didn't get their meds during transport they came out so fucked in the head they were pretty much useless as anything but spare parts. I'm gonna advice they not give this one, and the one in #4, a full evaluation for the special auction and instead just send them to the standard auction and sell them 'as is'. While #4 might fetch a pretty shitty price, the good health of #16 at least means the brothels and harem guys are likely to want to pick her up, assuming she looks ok."

A little while later, they are ready to take Kara out of her travel coffin and open it up "Ok that's good, she's a natural blonde, they fetch pretty good prices around here at least." the woman reaches over and unscrews the hose stuck in Kara's gag, then pulling the tubes out of her nose "Ok, vitals still good, though elevated heartbeat, her breathing seems good"

'Is someone there? Hello? Who are you, where am I? ...who am I? I'm... I'm...Alex, no I'm Kara, or am I Lucy or...? I think we're blind...and maybe deaf?'

The man reaches between Kara's legs and clicks the plug on her catheter to the closed position before disconnecting the coffin tube from the plug "Ok let's see, grab her legs will you? Thanks"
As the woman lifts up Kara's legs the man grabs the enema hose and twists it loose, removing it from the plug in her ass before taking a smaller plug and twisting it in the hole the hose was in "Ok, she's closed up down here, ready to lift?"

The two grab Kara and move her over to a horisontal metal rectangle roughly 7' long that's laying on the table next to her coffin, they place her legs on a small platform at the bottom and attach her leg shackles to the frame itself and then lock her belt, with her hands shackled to it, to the side a little under the middle of the frame, high enough to keep her standing when the frame is flipped vertically.
Finally they take an iron posture collar with a small platform to hold her chin and lock it around her neck, before taking two adjustable arms sticking out of the frame in roughly head height and move them so they can be locked onto her collar.

'This is wrong, why is the void hard and cold, I want to go home, I shouldn't feel anything, Rao is good though, because feeling is better than not feeling, so say we all, do we? yes! Noo! why is the world tilting, I don't understand, ooh dizzy'

Having finished hooking her up to the frame, the two of them bring what looks like a small rolling clothes rack. Taking Kara's frame between them they push her partially off the end of the table and flip her upright, before lifting her over and attaching her to the rack "Phew, that's the last one, let's get these loaded and get the hell out of here."

Rolling the rack into a covered truck already containing one other woman in a similar rack as Kara, as well as two larger racks each containing five women, they jump in the cabin and drive away from the docks, the guards at the gate just waving them through.

'Are we landing? I don't know. Of course you don't, you're a fucking moron, we're in a car or a train, obviously! Well excuse me for not being a **** expert, bitch!'

It's a few hours later as the racks are rolled out, by now even the sedated humans are aware that something is going on and are trying to get free, squirming around to the total indifference of the people handling them.

Kara and the other singular woman are rolled into a shadowed courtyard and next to a drain.
A large man in a local uniform comes with a garden hose and starts washing the both of them, or rinsing them with cold water at least, before they are spritzed in a extremely high SPF sunscreen.

'Rao be praised, this is glorious, feelings on my skin again, I feel cold! Shut up, I swear to god, if you're going to start praying about cold water I'm gonna kill you! Hah, can't touch this, nananana!'

After the wash, the girls are rolled from the small courtyard to a much bigger one filled with people and placed in an area dedicated to one of the wholesalers, there they are left in the sun for potential buyers to check out.
The sign above the first one says "Lot #542-4 - sold as is" while the sign above Kara says "Lot #542-16 - sold as is".
It doesn't take long before interested buyers start checking out the wares.

'Fucking hell, I think that's actual sun I can feel, we're outside somewhere. Maybe it's just like really bright lights? I agree, this doesn't feel like Rao. Will you shut up, this is the best sensation I've had since- What the fuck! Get your fingers out of my cunt you dirty whatever you are! Hey, stop that, don't scare them away, this feels even better than the sun. Slut! Bitch!'

"Hmm, these health numbers are through the roof, I wonder why they are selling her here?" A man in a well tailored suit is looking at the info sheet next to Kara.

"I don't know, she seems very responsive though, look at this, she's pushing to follow my finger when I pull it out of her again" A younger man that looks enough like the first that he could be a son,or maybe a younger brother, is sniffing the finger he just stuck in Kara's pussy "At least some arousal, though we've had some before who were touch starved after shipping and handling, so this could just be that.

"I don't know, let's look around some more before we decide, she may be pretty, but so are pretty much all of them."

'Aww, why did they stop, I was getting so close? Because they are too good for three dollar whores like you! Hey, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that too, I can feel what you feel, we all can!'

A few hours later, Kara is rolled up on the stage and the bidding starts, there aren't too many interested buyers, but a short bidding war gets the price up a little higher than the slavers had expected so there are smiles all around as the deal is concluded.

Kara is then rolled of the stage and handed over to her new owner, as deaf, dumb and blind as when she was boxed a month ago and completely oblivious to where she is or what just happened.