© 2002 Orion Stories
A shadow moved slowly through the darkened lab. A few dim lights showed the doors and a few display screens were still active. Moving to the master control panel the figure typed in a password that silently activated the main systems. More displays came to life one by one.
As the light came up the dark figure of a person dissolved into a young woman. It was Kara, one of Dr. Crocketts lab tech's. Utter fascination and curiosity over came her caution. After hearing about Dr. Crockett's experience she just had to try it.
The computer has found a subject fitting Kara's description and now everything was on stand-by. All that was left was to climb into the chair and sit back. A wave of fear washed over her, what if this really works, she thought. Kara shuttered but steeled herself to continue. No turning back now, the computers activation would show in tomorrows log's anyway.
Kara wasn't as tall and willowy as Dr. Crockett, in fact she was rather short and rather beyond what she thought of as fill figured. Some men had called her Reubenesque, but she knew they were just being polite. She longed to know how it felt to give herself totally to a man. To be possessed, owned even as it would be. This may be her only hope of that and she was determined to take it.
Minutes later the haze of displacement lifted and Kara could see once again. She was in a stone room lit with torches. Around her was a dozen other women, all naked and chained to rings in the wall by the left ankles. Kara looked at herself finding her body to be just as naked and chained. Except she was now very different from the person she was. Kara's host body was tall, muscular, and very well developed with rounded hips and full breasts.
Kara was very please with the host she had selected. This body had a grace and beauty she herself lacked. Oh if this could only be real, she thought, she could have any man she wanted. Looking up she saw as two woman were taken from the cell. Not much longer, she thought.
I am a slave girl about to be sold, she thought, as she watched another girl being removed from the cell. I wonder what it is like to be sold? Could you imagine if this were real? Dozens of men bidding on me. Maybe even fighting over who would own me! Kara giggled drawing the other girls attention, she could hardly wait.
Suddenly there was a stabbing pain in her head followed by dizziness. It only lasted a moment then was gone. Are you well, another girl asked?
Yes, Kara said, I am well. Yet the experience did bother her. Dr. Crockett did not report anything like it. But the thrill of the rapidly approaching auction made her forget caution and she remained.
A man entered and stood before Kara. She knelt before him, head lowered and hands on her thighs palms up. Bracelets, he said. Kara extended her wrists for him to bind. Steel slave bracelets were placed on her wrists connected with even links. Pulling her by the chain between her wrists he lead her from the cell.
The slave block was a large stone pedestal about five feet across and four feet high. Kara was awe struck, there were some fifty or more men present and a few women as well. A thrill passed through her as all eyes turned in her direction. A stone pillar stood at the center of the slave block and Kara was pressed up to it. She felt the sun warmed stone against her bare back as her wrist chain was placed over a hook well above her head.
