Chapter 4 – The city of Galos
We left the house the next morning, flying the aircar to the airport. Long-distance travel needed a much bigger craft to make it efficient and safe, so my owners would take a supersonic plane to fly to the island city Galos, a thousand kilometres to the south. My arse was still sore from the pounding that Mistress Delilah's strapon had given it, but it was a good sort of pain. I felt more like part of the family now that all three women in it had taken me. My owners had watched their mother fuck me, then taken turns spanking me while their mother spanked their father. Their father and I slept in cages in the basement, both with our vocal cords disabled so we couldn't keep each other awake.
My mistresses landed the aircar outside the airport terminal and summoned a baggage cart, which floated alongside us as we made our way towards the flight. The airport was vast and busy, huge domes of glass and steel bordered by the short runways our advanced aircraft use. We sat a while and watched the planes land and take off, while Eve and Hailey sipped cocktails and debated where to visit first. I was still muted. They had no need of me, and I was bound up tight in any case.
Airport security is strict. All slaves have to be leashed, with our hands cuffed behind our backs and our legs hobbled on a chain until we are checked in. I had eaten well that morning and taken on plenty of fluids, so I was ready for the flight. We walked down the endless stretch of the terminal to the check-in desks, where my mistresses' many bags were weighed and scanned, then taken away on the conveyor belt.
"How will your slave be travelling?" asked the attendant to Hailey.
"Slave class. He's booked in."
"OK, slaveboy, come up here," said the attendant to me.
I nodded mutely and shuffled over to her. She tapped a few commands into her terminal and a slave-holder was dropped down from a compartment above the conveyor. Humans fold up very small, and a slave like me isn't usually wanted in the main cabin of the aircraft. The solution is to pack us into transparent crates, fully equipped with life support and automatic waste disposal, but otherwise essentially just a cage. I'd expected this when I became a slave, but I didn't relish it. Still, it was a good demonstration of my status, and I had to make myself accept my owners treating me like their property.
Hailey handed the attendant my leash, who opened the top of the slave-holder and fed my leash into a mechanism inside. It drew me inexorably into the crate, forcing me to concertina down into it. The floor of the crate was lined with some kind of gel. It was comfortable enough, if cramped. My hands were released from behind my back and I was guided to place them in restraints near the front of the crate. They snapped into place and the attendant closed the lid without another thought. I pictured myself in the crate, a naked slave body, so clearly someone's possession. It was actually quite a comfortable feeling.
With a jolt, I was sent through the hatch and onwards into the baggage and cargo area, a much less glamorous part of the airport than the bits my mistresses get to see. The crate bumped and slipped along the conveyor as I was routed towards our plane. All around me other people's property was flowing towards its destinations. Some of that property was human – male and female slaves, naked and crated, possessions to be moved from one place to another. We smiled at each other when we could – slaves look out for one another when they can.
My crate reached the end of its line and was picked up by an automated crane. I was swung through the air and placed in a pile of slave crates, four high, two deep and ten wide. The slave crates were arranged so that my row was facing the rear of the row in front. My view wasn't bad – a young female slave with a beautiful bottom and oiled skin that showed off her bare pussy. Her mistress had left a nano-vibrator attached to her slave's clit. She orgasmed right in front of me, bucking against the hard walls of the crate. When she had finished cumming, the automatic vibrator started its cycle again. I honestly couldn't say if it was a reward or a punishment, but I was glad not to be cumming over and over throughout my trip.
We waited like that for two hours. Airport staff walked around the crates, checking the occupants' vital signs and having a good look at those parts of our bodies they could see. I tried to imagine what it would look like from their point of view, a row of caged cocks, dangling balls, smooth pussies and the occasional brand worn by a lifelong slave. I was just one powerless, anonymous, slaveboy among the thousands they handled every day. I passed the time daydreaming of Eve and Hailey, goddesses in my imagination.
The crates were soon lifted onto the back of a flatbed truck and driven across the runway to be loaded into the hold. The mid-morning sun could barely find its way to me, as the two new layers of crated slaves above me blocked out its rays. The slavegirl's vibrator had finally stopped, and she had grown still, in great contrast to my restlessness. I had never been so constrained and controlled, and grew itchy and jumpy. My heart rate climbed and kept climbing, and sweat started to drip from my skin.
The crate must have been linked in to my nanites and my collar. Just as I started to hyperventilate, the crate's systems cut in and filled the air with sedatives. I felt them rush through my body, washing away the panic and leaving a blissful, floating feeling in its place. The crate had a certain amount of nanite material that it could fashion into this and that. It snaked into my arse and formed a flexible dildo, which started gently massaging my prostate. I fell asleep a few minutes later, dreaming of being raped by tender robots.
I woke up as we touched down, the slave crates rattling as the human cargo was jolted around. We were unloaded before the rest of the luggage and sent to the terminal. Slaves go first so we can carry our owners' other possessions. We were arrayed all along one wall of the vast, bright room where new arrivals first entered the city of Galos. I could move my head a little, and watched as mistresses unpacked their slaves, greeting some with hugs and kisses, others with a mere nod of the head or a command to follow and be silent.
A few of my fellow slaves were quickly dressed by their owners, mostly the women, and usually in outfits that only accentuated their status. Maid uniforms, frilly skirts, crotchless knickers, transparent shorts, intricate harnesses and leather tops all adorned my fellow human possessions. I wondered if my owners would ever clothe me. My imagination painted lurid pictures of the days ahead. I would be one slave among hundreds of thousands living here, led through the streets, on show to all eyes. I buried the thought with my wish to serve Eve and Hailey as best I could.
My owners collected their other luggage first then sauntered over to me, quickly unlocking me and helping my stiff body out of the cage. Hailey had me walk around a little on my leash, then unlocked my hobble and released my hands. I stretched this way and that, working out the kinks in my muscles.
"Slaveboy," said Hailey, "you need to loosen up. Do a hundred star jumps, right here. Begin."
I looked dumbfounded at her for a few seconds, imagining myself jumping around in front of all these people. Hailey glared and raised an eyebrow, which was all the encouragement I needed to avoid her cane. I started jumping, flailing my arms and legs out of time, acutely conscious of all the eyes on my body.
"No, no, slaveboy," said Eve, "do it gracefully, slowly, legs and arms in time. Take a few deep breaths then start again."
I breathed in deep through my nostrils, filling my chest, then out slowly through my mouth, holding contact with Eve's beautiful dark eyes. Starting again, I let my legs and arms relax, then made them rise and fall in time. Eve smiled gorgeously, while Hailey stood giggling. My cock bounced up and down in its cage, crashing back into my balls every time I landed. A few other owners and their slaves drifted over to us.
Soon I was joined by three slaveboys of Japanese descent, whose ivory-skinned owner told them to star jump with me. We hit the same rhythm, cocks bouncing in unison. A greying male slave was soon made to jump with us, and two females, brunettes with large, juicy breasts. Hailey told me to keep jumping, then filmed all us slaves jumping together. By the time I was done, my blood was pumping hard and my limbs felt wonderful and free. All thoughts of embarrassment were gone. Liberated from them, I was enjoying doing what I was told.
"Well done, Kier," said Hailey, patting me on the bottom and taking up my leash.
I loved it when she patted my bottom like that. It was friendly but proprietorial, the kind of affection that nurtured my slave-self. She walked off without another world, trailed by me and the floating cart that carried my mistresses' luggage. She led me by the leash out into the grand foyer of the airport, then along to the taxi rank. We piled in to a luxury aircar and Hailey punched in our destination: a hotel grander than any I could ever have afforded as a free man.
We sailed over the great city of Galos. From our bird's eye view, we saw its lush outer ring, the grand houses of its suburbs and then all the chaotic splendour of its centre, grand buildings of stone and marble mixed together with glass and steel skyscrapers. Everywhere below us teemed with people, too small to make out. Eve clicked her fingers at me, instantly getting my attention.
"Yes, mistress?" I asked.
"Slave, we'll need to do a few things today. First we'll check in to the hotel and you can unpack for us then bathe us in the private bathroom. You yourself will use the slave showers – you'll find them on every floor, a room with a two-way mirror. After we've eaten something, we're going clothes shopping. It's early here so we have the whole day. Any questions?"
