After the tiny cage's door slid shut, Sarah futilely twisted, desperately looking for a way to get free of this contraption. Shivering as her surroundings cooled in the night air, Sarah tried to curl into a ball in the cage, listening to the soft moans of the other captive girls and the rattles of her own chains. Realizing she could not find any way to escape at the moment, she resigned herself to resting as best as she could..although sleep came fitfully, constantly rocked and tossed as the train passed over rough portions of roadbed or worn track...little heat coming from the car around her...a private car obviously designed to be little more than a mobile prison for the young women like her who had been promised a way out of their desperately boring existences on the distant praries....
Eventually morning did arrive, Sarah not having a clue as to where she might be now...the quickly moving train making few stops other than to change locomotives or crews, probably hundreds of miles from her home by now, she thought sadly...
Sarah cringed back in the corner of her cage as the door slid open...a dour middle-aged woman appearing and saying nothing as she slid a tin cup of water and a bowl of some sort of food in. Not having ate in a day, Sarah's instincts took over...despite doubting the quality of the gruel offered to her. The woman then sounded to be feeding the other captives, although Sarah could not communicate with them....the cages cleverly designed to isolate each imprisoned girl once shut. After a half hour or so, the woman reappeared and slid Sarah's cage open...escorting her to the sparse washroom and bathing facilities, standing guard outside the locked door as Sarah tried to take care of herself while locked in manacles and chains....
After emerging, the woman then escorted Sarah back to the center of the car...buckling a leather collar onto her slender neck despite her protests at being humiliated and treated like a pet...the woman only reminding her to stay quiet and behave after slapping Sarah's tender ass with a wood paddle repeatedly. Her hair still damp, Sarah was then forced to stand at attention nude and manacled, her collar chained to a long pipe running across the length of the car's end. The woman then went back for the other captives, returning with them one by one, and fastening them in place just as Sarah was. "Not a word during inspection, or I'll personally thrash your pretty bottoms to a pulp!" the woman then threatened...smiling a false, gracious smile as the railroad owner and his secretary entered...
"How's our stock here Wilkins?" the owner calmly asked as he looked up and down the row of naked and chained new employees..."appears we're about full, perhaps time to tell the conductor to head for home"...the secretary, looking down over his notes, shook his head in agreement.."Yes, it would appear so Sir...although we do have several sales appointments promised between here and the home office, plus a meeting with a division superintendent."
"Well, I think we've got most of what we need here to sew up a few sales calls Wilkins" the owner smirked, as he finished lighting yet another expensive cigar..."plus we really ought to treat our Iowa boy up properly, his revenue numbers are up higher than any other division's"
"I'll see to the arrangements then Mr. Thomson...baring difficultiues we should be back in Chicago by tomorrow evening" the portly secretary mumbled back obediently..Sarah trying not to let her hatred for the man show and cause her more grief, even though her ass still stung and her vagina ached from his previous night's rough treatment....
"Very good then Wilkins...I reckon we should be stopping about lunchtime to chat with our new lumber mill-owning friend...hard to ignore a man who's promising 10,000 loads a year" "Quite true Mr. Thomson, do we have any information I can pass along to the staff as to his likes or dislikes?"..."Hmm, haven't heard anything reliable...outdoors type, likes wild game...tell the cook to fix up that buffalo or venison dish he does so well....as far as his taste in girl flesh, I think we'll let him do his own choosing!" the owner chuckled...
After the secretary left, the owner then calmly walked up and down the line of chained girls, all thinking they were going to be employed as telegraphers or station agents...not the captive whores of some depraved robber baron...the grim woman followed behind like his puppy dog as he examined each girl, jotting down his every word in her ever-present notebook....
"Tell me about our new strawberry blonde here..Miss Johnson, is it?" the industrialist mused as he looked up and down Sarah's nude body, walking around to view her fair and slightly freckled skin from all angles..."a little muscular, just right...girl must have spent some time doing honest work, a little color in her flesh..I think she'll do nicely" he commented, Sarah squirming and biting her lip, knowing an outburst of her feeelings about this vile man and his minions would only earn her something cruel and painful...no, she decided to wait until she was less restrained, then take whatever opportunity presented itself...