Reina In A Strange Land Ch 06

Chapter 6

"What is this building?" said Reina, trying to distract her mind from her body's lingering arousal. The two dock workers had played with her bound body in ways she'd never experienced or imagined, and she couldn't stop thinking about it. In her limited experience, she hadn't known her body could feel that way, and she was horrified that she'd had to be taught that lesson by two dock workers. She and Deba had left them behind, but her body remained enflamed and aroused, to her dismay. She stared at her friend's back in front of her. She was terribly annoyed at the way Deba had treated her, and yet, she couldn't deny the pleasure she'd been made to feel. Reina tried to push her body's overheated state out of her mind as they arrived at the door to the large building located on the dock close to the water.

"Most of the cargo is stored in the open," said Deb, gesturing around at the hundreds of wooden boxes and crates stacked around the warehouse. "But the 'special' cargo is stored inside here, away from prying eyes, and the cold wind, and only loaded onto the ships just before departure."

"By 'special' cargo you mean the slave girls?" asked Reina, feeling her body tense. She assumed the slave girls were kept inside the building until departure time, probably to keep their existence under wraps.

"It's more comfortable for them," said Deb, sounding a bit defensive. "Once on the ship, the girls are stored in small wooden crates, unless the ship is designed to keep slaves, but even then it's probably just a larger cage for storing multiple slaves. These aren't luxury boats from some slave fantasy of yours. It's much more comfortable for them to await their shipment inside here, come see."

Reina bristled at her fantasy comment, but she also felt an ominous feeling rise in her belly. Not that she had slave fantasies, but this was getting too real. Reina stopped, jerking the leash in Deba's hand and causing her to turn around and look at her with a raised eyebrow. "Deba . . ." murmured Reina, "I . . . I've been thinking . . . and . . . I don't need to do this, I just want to go home. Just forget about what I said . . . I'll write up my report as we discussed, I don't need to see the slaves."

Reina watched as the corner of her best friend's lips turned up a little, and she tensed as Deba took a step closer, raising her hand to Reina's face.

"Aww," cooed Deba softly. "Is my little pleasure slave having second thoughts?" Her finger gently traced around Reina's ear, pushing her dark hair back. "Did your body betray you back there, slave girl?" Reina shivered slightly at the sensual caress and then shook her head emphatically.

"Deba!" she whispered in a scolding tone. "Please stop this slave girl nonsense! It's not funny anymore; untie me so I can go back to the office!"

Deba giggled. "Office? Slave girls don't have an office, silly." Then Deb made a mock frown. "Does the slave girl no longer want to be a slave, is that it? It doesn't work that way, unfortunately for you."

Reina sighed in annoyance. "Deba, stop this nonsense. I never wanted to be a slave! I agreed to dress up as one to help you, and your father, for heaven's sake!"

Deba giggled again. "Well, you sure behaved like a slave slut when those two dock workers were touching you. You were slave hot!"

Reina gasped, her face turning bright red. "D-deb, I—that was . . ."

Deba chuckled at Reina's embarrassment, then she reached up and cradled Reina's face in her delicate hands, whispering, "Reina-dear, I'm so delighted to learn just how sensual a creature you are. I always suspected, as did my father."

"Your father?" exclaimed Reina in shock, pulling back from Deba's embrace. "What does that mean? Y-you . . . discussed me with him?" Reina's thoughts went to Mr. Jamison. Deba had said her father has suspected Reina was a . . . sensual creature? Her insides tingled and she bit her lip.

Now it was Deba's turn to blush, but she only nodded. "I'm sorry, Rei . . . we just both adore you so much!" She looked accusingly at Reina. "And you were always so shy, so innocent! If only I'd known, that underneath that proper, stern exterior was a natural born slave girl, just itching to escape! My father said so, but I didn't believe him!"

Reina gaped at her. "Your father said . . . y-you're joking, right?" Had Mr. Jamison said she was a natural born slave? Reina's heart leapt. Part of her was thrilled that the man she found so handsome and attractive was thinking of her in that way. But a slave? Why on earth would he think that?

"I don't believe you! He knows me; I am not like that!" wailed Reina. Deba was grinning at her skeptically. "Slavery is wrong! You know how I feel about slavery."

Deba nodded. "Oh I know your opinion. I'm just not sure you believe it."

"Believe it, Deba Jamison!" said Reina, indignantly. "You know I tried to join the Anti Slavery Office in Trolis."

Deba looked at her strangely. "I know you got cold feet after going down there."

Reina frowned. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh, you're going to talk about it now, slave girl," said Deba with mock seriousness. "Or I'll take you back to visit your two friends on the dock."

"You wouldn't!" whispered Reina, her eyes growing big. When she saw the seriousness in Deba's eyes, she finally sighed. "Alright, it's not anything very exciting. I walked into the office and told them I wanted to work on protecting women from illegal enslavement. Two men took me into a room, asked me a few questions. I told them how I thought slavery was wrong, I wanted to protect girls wrongly enslaved, you know. I heard that's what they do there. So then the two men asked me to strip."

"What?" laughed Deba.

Reina nodded. "Yeah, they said the only job worthy of females was to be undercover slave girls. They wanted to see my body, to see if I had any value as a slave girl."

"Oh, they already knew the answer. Anyone can see you have a hot body, even with clothes on. They just wanted a better view!" laughed Deba. Then her eyes grew big. "So did you? Did you strip for them?"

Reina looked at her like she'd grown a third eye. "Of course not! Are you serious? I mean, not only did they tell me to strip; one of them was holding some rope and a collar. I walked right out of there. It took everything in me to keep from running!" Then Reina giggled suddenly. "You should have seen the look on their faces. I think they were disappointed."

Deba smacked her on the arm. "Of course they were disappointed, dummy! You are incredibly hot."

Reina blushed, shaking her head. "Don't be silly. I'm sure those guys are happy to see any girl naked. Can you believe it? I made sure I dressed proper too, so they'd take me seriously."

Then she frowned. "Wait . . . you said if only you'd known I was a . . . sensual creature . . . known what? What would you have done if you had known?"

"What?" said Deb, confused by Reina's change of subject. "Oh you know," she added after remembering. She gestured in the air. "Just some role play." She smiled. "And look at you, now you're an undercover slave girl after all, how about that? Come," said Deba, tugging on Reina's chain. "Let's go meet your fellow slave girls!"

"Uggh, ok," murmured Reina, annoyed, but Deba ignored her, pulling her by the chain. As she followed her friend, Reina wondered about that Anti-Slavery job she'd turned down. It had sounded so scary, but exciting, and she'd have had a chance to catch real criminals, and free girls from slavery. But now, bound and collared like a slave girl, she could hear her heart thumping in her chest. Now she was glad she'd walked out of the interview. She couldn't imagine doing this in front of male agents. At least now she had Deb, her best friend with her. Reina steeled herself as Deb opened the door to the building.

She followed her friend inside, stepping aside so Deb could close the door behind her. Inside looked like another office, with a table and multiple chairs, presumably for meetings or for doing paperwork, and a large leather couch big enough for sleeping. There was also a desk and storage and filing cabinets. Fortunately there was no one in the office at the moment. Deb moved to a locked door next to the desk, and used her keychain to unlock it. "Come, dear, the girls are down here," said Deb, gently pulling on Reina's chain.

Deba seemed to enjoy leading Reina around by her collar, and she thought of protesting, but thought against it. Whenever she complained about Deb treating her like a slave, she just got more of that treatment. So Reina followed her through the door with mixed emotions. Before Deb had opened the door, Reina thought she could hear the faint sound of female voices, but now that the door was opened, she heard rustling movements and then after a few seconds it was all silent inside. The doorway opened up to a wide hallway lined with the steel bars of cages, and once in the hallway, Reina could see slave girls in the cages on both sides, each of them kneeling on the wood floors with arms placed behind them and their thighs obscenely spread wide in what she assumed was a pleasure slave rest position. Each girl was looking intently toward the door, and then they seemed to relax when they saw Deb.

"Good evening, Miss Deb!" said the redhead kneeling in the cage to the immediate right. The girl got to her feet when she realized it was only the two women visiting. She came to the bars, and almost immediately, Reina could see four more girls coming to the bars of their cages to peer out at the visitors. "Who's this?" said the redhead.

"This is Reina," said Deb, stepping aside so they could see her friend clearly. Reina looked at her sharply. Was it wise to tell them her real name?

"Gosh, she's beautiful!" murmured one of the girls, and several others concurred. Reina blushed, for she was not used to compliments from women.

"Is she joining us?" said the redhead, smiling at Reina.

Deb shook her head. "She is my good friend. She's interested in being a slave, but she is afraid of surrendering herself to the Auction House, so I told her about our little operation."

"Wait, so she's not a slave?" said a brunette peeking out from the cell to their left.

"What kind of free woman would dress up like that?" said the blond in the third cell.

"No, Melissa," said Deb. "She's not yet a slave, I just dressed her up to avoid suspicion."

"Deb," whispered Reina, so only her friend could hear. "Maybe you shouldn't tell them so much?"

Deb smiled, waving her hands at the girls. "Oh don't worry, hon, the girls know how to keep a secret. And they know what'll happen to them if they don't, right girls?"

"Yes, Mistress!" came the chorus in response.

"What will happen to them?" whispered Reina, annoyed that she was the only one whispering.

"What will happen to you girls if you betray me?" said Deb, looking around.

"You'll sell us to a pirate ship," said the redhead.

"Or a soldiers' brothel," said the brunette.

"Or throw us off the ship in the middle of the ocean," said a blonde girl in the farthest cell.

"I wouldn't do that!" cried Deb, looking offended, and the girls all laughed. Deb turned to Reina. "But they've never betrayed us," said Deb. "We are helping them after all."

This was what Reina had come to determine. She turned to the redhead. "What does she mean, Miss . . .?" she asked.

The redhead smiled. "Sara! I was enslaved by a local pirate, they took me right off the beach near my village. I escaped when the ship was docked and they were all drunk from the pirate's birthday party. I went to the local constable, who must have reached out to Mr. Jamison, knowing I was acquired illegally." The girl was wearing a blue version of Reina's white slave shift, and she turned in her cage, pulling up her skirt high to show Reina a small brand of a pirate ship above the girl's ass cheek.

"It's a pirate slave brand," she said, a painful look in her face. "I could never go home wearing this. Mr. Jamison is taking me to Sanctuary Island."

Reina looked at Deb, who kept silent and gestured toward the girls. She wanted Reina to hear it from the slave girls.

"What is Sanctuary Island?" said Reina, curious to hear their answer.

The brunette to the left answered quickly. "It's this island not far from the coast, where women can freely choose to be slaves or free."

"Yes, they will let me go free when we arrive," said the redhead, smiling. "I was a waitress before, so I can make a living working in a tavern or restaurant. With this brand, it's probably the only place I can work as a free woman, without worrying about being enslaved."

Reina's jaw dropped. "Why, that's wonderful!" she exclaimed, looking at Deb, who was smiling back at her. It was exactly as Deb had described.

"The lord of Sanctuary Island is creepy," said the brunette. "I'm trying to convince her to join me instead," said the brunette, looking out of her cage.

The redhead laughed. "To go work in a university?" she mocked. "As their sex slave?"

The brunette pouted. "Think of all those handsome young 19, 20 year old men you'd be helping!"

The blond behind them spoke up. "A university? They'll be pimply faced virgins studying how to make lanterns from cow farts!"

The girls all laughed except for the brunette, who was still pouting. "They're helping us by inventing those things . . . so I want to help them!" she whined.

"You want to help them lose their virginity," said Sara, giggling. Melissa shrugged and nodded, smiling.

"It's a noble choice," said Deb, without humor. "I applaud you, Melissa."

"I'm going home," said the fourth girl, who hadn't yet spoken. Reina looked over to see a diminutive black haired waif, peering out with both hands on the metal bars. "I haven't seen my family in two years, since my uncle stole me and sold me at auction."

"Ivy, your parents can't wait to see you," said Deb. "We've spoken with them. They will be meeting us tomorrow, and they'll accompany you home on the next ship."

"Really?" exclaimed the girl. "Oh, thank you, thank you, Miss Jamison!"

"You're welcome," said Deb with a warm smile. Then she turned to Reina. "So you see? It's as I described."

Reina nodded, truly overwhelmed after hearing the girls' stories. "It's wonderful, what you're doing!"

Deb shrugged, embarrassed at the compliment. "Do you have any more questions?"

She did have a few questions. "Why are they kept in cages?" she asked, looking around.

"We get visitors now and then," said Deb. "They might be prospective buyers, or sellers, or even constables. Slave girls allowed to roam freely would raise eyebrows, or worse."

Reina nodded, for it made sense. Better to keep up appearances at all times. Something else she heard made her wonder. She turned to the brunette.

"Uh, Melissa? You mentioned something about the lord of Sanctuary Island being creepy? What did you mean by that?"

"Oh, yes, Lord Bartow is his name. He may be running a sanctuary for slaves, but I heard he has a harem of 20 slave girls, and those girls aren't necessarily there by choice."

The redhead interjected. "But . . . he allows girls to be free, right?" She looked alarmed.

Deb answered her question. "Yes, of course. But . . . if you catch his eye, he . . . may try to convince you to self enslave. Legally, of course. He has slaves on his island as well as free women. Once you choose slavery, the normal laws apply, naturally."

"But she said some are not there voluntarily?" said Reina, frowning.

"Well," said Melissa, "he can legally detain a girl for a few days. Rumors are he'll put the girl through slave training for those few days, and try to convince her to self enslave."

"Well, he won't convince me!" declared the redhead, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Reina shook her head. "How could he convince a girl to self enslave? That's crazy!"

All the slave girls stopped and looked at her, then they all burst out laughing.

"What?" said Reina, wrinkling her nose. She didn't like being laughed at, especially by slave girls.

Deb put her arm around Reina and addressed the girls. "My friend Reina is a little . . . innocent of the ways of men, especially slavers."

"Really?" said the redhead Sara. "But you said she's interested in being a slave."

"Slavery is wrong!" burst out Reina, unable to contain herself. She turned to the brunette. "Melissa, right? Why . . . are you accepting being a slave? They can help you, like they're helping the other girls here."

"I don't know," said Melissa. "I just want to be a pleasure slave."

"But . . . why?" said Reina, confused. "Why would anyone want to be a pleasure slave?"

"For the sex," said Sara the redhead, nodding. All of the other slave girls nodded in agreement.

"Being taken is so much hotter than giving it freely," said Melissa, giggling.

"And it's safe," said Ivy. "If I wasn't going home to my family, the safest place for me would be as a slave."

"Safe?" gasped Reina, incredulous. "It's anything but safe!"

Melissa shook her head. "It's very safe. They won't harm you, as long as you behave."

"As long as you behave?" parroted Reina, staring dumbfounded at the girls. She couldn't believe they were all so sanguine about slavery. The slave girls in turn were looking at Reina as if she were the crazy one.

Deba stepped up and placed her arm around Reina. "Girls," she began, "you have to understand, Reina here is a crusader. She tried to join the Anti-Slavery Office as an undercover agent."

Reina gasped, looking at her friend. "Deba, d-did you have to tell them that?"

"See, she wanted to experience being a slave," said Melissa. "She figured the safest way for a free woman to experience slavery. Well, besides self enslaving." The other girls were nodding.

Reina shook her head vehemently. "No! I . . . refused . . . when they told me that's what I'd be doing."

"She got cold feet," said Deba, squeezing Reina's shoulder with a chuckle.

"I did not get cold feet!" protested Reina.

"It's normal, honey," said Sara. "Lots of free women are slave curious."

"I'm not slave curious!" retorted Reina.

"Says the girl who's bound, collared and wearing a slave shift," giggled Melissa.

"We all get scared, honey," said Sara, sympathetically. "Scared that deep down we might love being a pleasure slave. Scared that it's what we were meant to be. We all want to think we're strong females on the inside."

"I'm not scared!" said Reina, shaking her head. "There's no inner slave girl in me! I just . . . wanted to help innocent girls from being enslaved, that's all. I turned down the job because I didn't trust the men I'd be working with."

Deba smiled suddenly. "Oh sweetie, you trust me, is that it? So much that you let me tie you up and collar you?" She stepped forward and gave Reina a hug.

"I hope that wasn't a mistake," said Reina with a sigh. All the girls laughed, and then so did Reina.

"I have an idea," said Deb after they broke off the embrace. "I need a couple volunteers, who wants to help?"

"Me, me, me!!" came a chorus of female voices from the cages. Reina looked around to see all the girls except the 5

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one at the end were jumping up and down, holding up their hands to volunteer, for what she had no idea.

Reina looked in confusion at Deba. "Why are they so eager when they don't know what they're volunteering for?"

Deb ignored her and instead pulled out her keychain and walked over to the cage that contained the redhead, Sara. She unlocked the cage, letting Sara out, and then opened the cage of the brunette, Melissa. "Sorry, Abigail," she said to the blond girl, "I can't handle all three of you if you decide to escape." The blond girl made a whining sound, her face an adorable pout.

The two girls that Deba had free'd from their cages came right up to Reina, making the bound girl take a step back in surprise.