.... From a little Slave Girl

Posted on Sat May 3rd, 2014 @ 11:00am by Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus
Edited on on Wed May 21st, 2014 @ 7:23am

663 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Revenge
Location: The cages of the fighters
Timeline: after 'Little Slave Girl'

ON

The night was wearing on; the tasks never seemed to end as one tray after another was given the slave girls to put in the cages; the place of no real hope in her eyes. She could not stand by and let the people just accept fate. Shadowed always by two guards She carried food this trip then she would go back and get the container of waters, a small buckets; the arms began to burn ever so slightly as the night wore on from the carrying of double buckets. Some of the girls were getting tired, She was glad tere were not many steps to this route, only a dozen each way of so; not like the two hundred that her Master had made her carry buckets up from a well down below.

This route she carried food; the large tray should have weigh more but “Nero’ liked his people to always fight for survival and that included the food. She stood waiting the door to open as the guards held weapons at the fighters, the small locked ‘gate’ was barely large enough to put the tray through and the cruelest part was yet to come. She had to hold the tray as the people stole the food that they could get, fighting others for it. The guards laughed.

“There are Federation people Here She whispered only to those close to the tray. “WE know the ship will come for them…” She held fast to the tray handles because if she lost it as she had the first run; well it was taken, she had to get it out and that was a small fight she did not want to repeat. “You will have one chance to fight your way out…”

“Back to work the small cat tails to the back of her legs did not mar her but it hurt; they dare not damage the merchandise as it was never known when a Slave Girl might catch someone’s eye and bruises cut down the profits.

She tried not to be too loud as she cried out at the stinging; to the glee of the guards. She could finally pull the tray out as the sensation and sound of fingernails trying to get what was not on the metal tray. She stepped back and looked at the floor allowing a tear to drop as she grit her teeth and shook while the guards knew she was fighting tears, it made the women more desirable if they cried; they were weak enough to cry over one strike.

She went back to get more food, they had split the girls up into groups, food servers and ‘water Trof Girls.’ She had drawn the water duty as she seemed able to carry the two buckets well enough. She did not give the guards any more reason to strike her; she walk with her eyes averted and other than supporting the weight of the buckets a small sag could be noticed in her shoulders. One of the gurads reached forward and caress under the skirt the undergarment; she must have been a real good ‘romper’ to have been given such soft undergarments? It was almost more erotic than the normally missing pair of most Slave Girls.

While pouring the water and the people huddled; almost fighting for a cupped hand full of water like poor animals forced into… well she did not want to think of that.

“I hear a Starship will be coming for the Federation people; during the rukus you could fight for your own freedom; it might be your only chance…” She pour the second bucket in and went to leave.

These are the hopes she passed along onto mostly deaf ears, but those that heard the words might actually be able to fight for something most prized… freedom.

She kept this up all during her tasks to any who listened.


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Little Slave Girl of Hope
Slave like everyone else.

 

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