and Imprisoned

The next few days play out similarly to the first. During the day you find yourself reeling from the night before with what feels like the most vicious of hangovers. But during the evening the man with the ornate wooden box visits and administers more of that yellow ****. The messed up part is you find yourself craving it even though it will make you agreeable to another round of fucking. But it takes the unbearable withdrawal pains away, so it’s better than suffering. Through this conditioning the once fiery spirit you had is pacified into that of a meek prisoner.

Redhook does eventually return for you and Frost. And seems to be in a hurry to leave his base. You and Frost are put in shackles and loaded onto a cart before being escorted out of the city. You travel for what feels like days and during this time, you and Frost are used by Redhook’s men and fucked in every conceivable way. Each night when camp is set the two of you are used as the nightly entertainment. This tradition ceases when you reach your destination.

Redhook brings you and Frost to a **** market to be auctioned off. It takes some time to find a buyer, but you are both eventually auctioned off to a less than reputable brothel owner. I’m this new life you are **** to work in the brothel in exchange for **** to keep the withdrawal symptoms away. Frost and you rarely see each other as you are both busy serving clients. When you do meet up the thought of escape is entertained but ultimately disregarded as without the **** you two won’t make it far.

You never do find out what happened to your old companions. You can only assume the worst. Being two nameless slaves in a foreign city you both are completely stuck here. To further complicate matters, it’s only a matter of weeks before your bellies begin to inflate. This is much to the chagrin of your master who didn’t intend to buy two pregnant slaves. Every night you lay awake thinking about the choices you’ve made on your journey. Could things have been different? How did it ever come to this? You think about the adventures that could have been as you resign yourself to a life of servitude.