Part One
I sat on the pavement trying to get comfortable. My owner had left me here some time ago before she had gone into the shopping mall. She had left me tethered to one of the thousands of posts installed and maintained by the City, for owners who wished to leave their slaves outside while they shopped and dined. My owner had been kind to me this morning. Each post is about two meters tall and has a slightly longer length of chain welded at one end to the top. Each length of chain has a combination lock attached at the other end. The lock has the combination engraved on it so owners simply undo it using the combination and refasten it to a slave’s collar. All slaves must, by law, be fitted with a steel collar that meets certain standards. They must also be fitted with a suitable standard chastity device. I wore both items and nothing else.
Once the chain has been locked to the slave’s collar, he is unable to see it to read the combination. Simple, but effective. Some slaves have been known to try to find the combination for themselves but with 10,000 possibilities it was rather futile. Also most owners, once they padlocked the chain to the collar, set the numbers on the lock to a combination of their choice. This way, if the slave tried to free himself, the owner could see that the tumblers had been moved and the slave would be punished.
As I mentioned, my owner had been kind to me. There were a number of rings welded to each tethering post at various heights from the ground. An owner could feed the chain through the lowest ring, normally at ankle height, before locking it to the collar, forcing the slave to lay on the pavement. They could also lock the collar to the chain close to the top of the pole ensuring the slave would have to stand while waiting for her return. I had simply been locked by the collar to the end of the chain. I could sit, stand or lay down. I was lucky today.
I had been here for a long time. My owner was inside the mall opposite my pole. I knew that there was a gambling hall in this mall and that was probably where she was. She had spent far too much time in such places and I had witnessed her having arguments with her sister about her love of games of chance. Suddenly I was aware of movement behind me and I turned to see two patrol officers making their way along the street. The two women were dressed in the uniforms of the city council. Immediately I knelt, head bowed, knees spread and my hands behind my back. All slaves knew to assume this position in the presence of government officials. All the other slaves on the street were assuming the same position if they were able. Those that were chained so that they were forced to lie on the ground quickly rolled onto their stomachs, spread their legs and crossed their wrists behind their backs. The officers were chatting away to each other as they worked their way down the street. They each had a small scanning device and they were checking the microchips each slave had implanted behind his right ear. As each slave was scanned, a small green light flashed on the scanner and the officer moved on.
One of them held her scanner to my head and a loud beep sounded. “Not another one,” said her partner and she came over to check. I gulped.
The second officer tried her scanner and another beep rang out. “Yep,” she said. “Another expired registration”. My heart sank. This had happened once before and I knew it meant a trip to the impound kennels until my owner renewed my slave registration.
“Prep him and I’ll arrange pick-up,” said one of the officers as she reached for a small radio. I heard her relay my location over the radio. As she did so, the other officer pushed me onto my stomach and took a pair of steel cuffs from her belt. I kept my hands together behind my back and the cuffs were quickly and expertly attached. She then took a penis gag from her satchel and it too was soon strapped in place. She then rolled me onto my side and from her satchel produced a small device on a strap. I knew straight away it was a ball shocker and soon it was attached to my chastity cage and secured with a small stout padlock. I could feel the two cold prongs pressing into my balls. She then produced a small remote and pushed a button. I groaned and squirmed as the light shock hit me. Satisfied that I was restrained as required by council for transportation, she then removed the combination lock and chain from my collar and reattached the chain using a lock of her own. This ensured that I would remain here until I was collected.
Without another word, the two officers continued on down the street and out of sight. All I could do was wait. After about ten minutes, I heard the sound of horse hooves on the street and rolled over as best I could to see another council officer dismounting from a horse near my pole. A length of chain ran from the back of her saddle to the front of a collar of a slave being led along behind her. He was also cuffed, gagged and wearing nothing but the collar, ball shocker and chastity. A further length of chain ran from the link between his cuffs to the front of the collar of a second slave, similarly restrained and gagged. Slaves are mainly transported around the city in small, stout cages in the back of municipal vehicles, but there were still a few officers who preferred the older "traditional" methods of moving slaves around the city. These officers relocate slaves over short distances. Longer transports are undertaken by the slave trucks. The officers who perform the shorter slave delivery trips around the city by horse are mainly older members of the force who are reluctant to change their methods. It is also thought that they are commonly sadistic and enjoy their work, especially humiliating slaves by parading them in chains around the streets, in full view of free women and their slaves.
This officer certainly seemed to fit the mould. She was probably in her early fifties but still had a stunning figure. She approached me with a swagger and a smirk on her face. She checked the number of my tether pole, and happy she had the right slave, unlocked the chain from my collar using a master key. She placed a boot on my neck to keep me from moving and took a small radio from her belt. "Winston here. Calling impound," she said into the radio.
A few seconds later a reply came back. "Impound here Winston, go ahead."
"I've got the one at pole 1463X, anything else to attend to?"
"We've just received a report of another collection at pole 4930Z. It's on your way back," came the reply.
"Will do. See you soon," said officer Winston and she replaced the radio on her belt. "Up," she said and removed her boot from my neck. I struggled to my feet and she clipped a chain about two metres in length to the ring in the front of my collar. She reached down and roughly grabbed my cock and balls, giving them a twist and checking the fitting of the shock device. I grunted as she twisted me back and forth. This brought a smile to her face. Apparently happy that all was secure, she turned and dragged me out onto the street and soon I was chained by my collar to the cuffs of the second slave. Officer Winston remounted and soon the three of us were being led naked, cuffed and gagged through the streets.
It was about a mile and a half to the kennels and along the way we stopped to collect the other slave. As the officer was securing the fourth slave with a chain from his collar to my wrists, four young women approached. “Excuse us Officer,” one of the women said, “can we ask you for a favour?”
“Sure” she replied as she checked the chain by tugging on it, pulling my arms back and the fourth slave’s head down. Happy that we were secured, she turned to the woman “What can I do for you?”
“You’re officer Winston, aren’t you? We are huge admirers of you.” I remembered her name now. She was famous for her work in tracking and re-capturing slaves that had escaped in a remote area between two major cities a few years back. About 100 slaves were being transported to a public auction in cages on a large truck. The transport vehicle crashed and a malfunction in the electronics opened all of the cages. Before the guards travelling in the transporter could react, about half of the slaves desperately tried to escape into the wilderness. The wiser ones remained at the scene until a replacement transporter was arranged. It was the right choice as all the escapees were rounded up and punished severely.
Officer Winston was responsible for hunting down the majority of those on the run and she had become an overnight celebrity. Slaves all over the country who were not usually allowed access to news were shown footage of Officer Winston and her fellow officers leading long lines of slaves back to the city chained as I found myself now. I had also heard that the slaves that were captured were trucked to the outskirts of the city before being unloaded and led the last few miles by their captors on horseback. This was a publicity stunt for the news cameras and to impress upon us slaves the futility of escape.
Slaves were also shown footage of the re-captured escapees, hung upside down by the ankles in the town square. With their hands cuffed behind them, they each received 50 strokes of the cane on their bare arses. Officer Winston was shown administering some of the punishment herself. It was great publicity for her and proved very effective in discouraging escapes by slaves. Following the mass escape, new standards for slave transportation were introduced and now handcuffs and ankle shackles are mandatory even if the slave is caged as well.
The young women were asking Officer Winston about her heroics and gushing over her as she told them about the hunt. “Can we take a few photos?” asked one of them.
“Sure” said Officer Winston and soon they were posing together and smiling.
“Can we include the slaves too? It will be like a scene from your successful hunt.”
Officer Winston was only too happy to go along with it, obviously basking in the adoration. “On your knees” she barked at us and we obeyed instantly. Many photos were taken of the women standing behind us, holding our collars and posing as though we were their captives. Eventually Officer Winston said that she had to move on as the impound kennels would be closing soon. The four women thanked her for her time and walked off excitedly checking the photos on their phones.
Officer Winston mounted her horse and we continued on and soon arrived at the kennels. She dismounted and tethered her horse to a rail outside the main front door. She disconnected the chain from the ring on the rear of her saddle and said “keep up,” as she headed for the front door and led us inside. Once inside she approached the front desk and clipped the chain lead to a ring on a post by the door to the hall beyond.
The officer behind the counter looked up and acknowledged her compatriot. “Hi Kate, how was your day?” she asked.
“Not bad Lisa.”
After a few pleasantries, the desk officer asked, “Are the first two 174556 and 174557?”
Officer Winston checked the microchips of the first two slaves. “Check,” she said. The desk officer said, “Their owner has already called to see if they have been impounded. When she returned from her luncheon appointment she found them missing and called us. Apparently their duties are to handle the everyday admin of her household and renewing the annual slave registrations is one of their tasks. I checked her holding and all 24 slaves had expired registrations. She was pretty annoyed as you can imagine”.
“I’ll bet,” said officer Winston. I wouldn’t want to be them when she gets them home.”
Neither did I fancy being in their place. And from the look on their faces and the red stripes on their arses from recent discipline, I was sure it would be an unpleasant homecoming for them.
“Anyway, the owner renewed all the registrations on the spot and said she will arrange to have them picked up later tonight. I told her we close at 5.00pm and she requested that we leave them in the after-hours collection cell out the front. She also asked that they both be left cuffed and gagged as a reminder of their failings. She really was angry. I’ve given her the code to open the cell when they are collected and told her a set of keys to their cuffs will be clipped to each of their collars so she can replace the cuffs with her own if she wants to. She will leave our cuffs behind.”
I had seen the cell at the front of the impound centre as we entered. It was a standard barred cell about 15 feet square and about 10 feet tall. There was a standard sized door with a security keypad in the front. It had no roof and was open to the weather. There was a crude toilet in one corner and only straw on the floor. It was also clearly visible to anyone passing by as it was right up against the pavement.
The desk officer pushed a button on her desk and shortly after another officer appeared from down the hall. She passed on the instructions regarding the first two slaves. The officer unclipped the lead from the post that was attached to the first slave’s collar and then removed my lead from the cuffs of the second slave and led them back out the front door and into the cell on the street. Before doing so she pulled me forward and re-attached my lead to the pole. I and the fourth slave behind me waited our turn for processing.
I looked over my shoulder and out the window. I could see that the first two slaves had been locked in the cell and were just standing there, cuffed and gagged. They looked bewildered and scared. The officer had removed the ball shockers and chain leads from each of their collars and left them there to wait for someone to collect them.
As the third officer came back in the front door, Officer Winston was leaving and said goodbye. She had one more run to do before her shift finished, she said.
“OK Sandra. Let’s get these two processed. Who’s first?” asked the desk officer.
The third officer held a scanner to my head and read from the small screen. “Slave number 231956” she said.
Officer Lisa entered my number into her computer. “This is the second time this slave has been impounded in the last six months. It is going to cost his owner twice the usual fee to collect him. I’ll send a message to the contact details listed. I’ll tell her that we close soon so he will be unavailable for release until tomorrow morning.” My heart sank. Having spent a night in the kennels once before, I knew only too well that I was in for a much more uncomfortable and degrading night than I would have spent at my owner’s home.
The two officers went through the same process with the other slave and soon the third Officer was leading us down the corridor behind the front desk. She led us by the chain lead still attached to my collar. The fourth slave followed along, still attached by a chain from his collar to my cuffs. Without a word from the Officer, we were taken down a number of hallways until she stopped before an open kennel. She unclipped the lead from my cuffs and attached it to a hook on the wall about head height, leaving the fourth slave to stand and wait while she kennelled me. She removed the lead from my collar but not the cuffs. The gag was still in place and by now was very uncomfortable. She coiled the lead and attached it to her belt. She held up a small remote control for the electric shocker around my balls and said “We won’t have any problems, will we?” I shook my head.
The front wall of the kennel comprised steel bars and was about four feet square. It was about 10 feet deep and the other three walls and the floor were made of concrete. Escape was impossible. The gate to the kennel was a little over two feet square and was set at ground level. This meant that a slave had to enter on his knees. It also made attaching leads easier as slaves were released from the kennels and had to crawl out head first. She told me to kneel in front of the open door, facing inwards. Quickly I did so. She bent down and removed the gag, hanging it on a hook by the door. She then removed the cuffs and ordered me into the kennel, giving me a mild jolt to the balls to remind me to cooperate. I had to get down on my hands and knees to crawl through the door and once inside Officer Sandra swung the door shut and padlocked it in place. “You are familiar with the kennels from your last stay. Nothing has changed.” With that, she took the lead for the last slave and led him off further down the hall and out of sight.
My wrists ached, my mouth was sore from the gag and the electric shocker was very tight around my cock and balls. It was secured by a small padlock to my chastity cage and a quick inspection showed it would be almost impossible to remove. I had no intention of trying anyway. The consequences were too scary to consider. I stayed on my knees as I looked around. One small recessed light in the ceiling lit the kennel. As the Officer had said, nothing had changed. The floor was a rubber mat about two inches thick. There were no furnishings at all. A hole in the floor in one corner served as a toilet.
A small closed circuit camera was blinking away in the roof in one corner. I had no idea if there were other slaves either side of me. When I had last been impounded, I was given brief instructions on the features of my kennel. As with the door, other aspects of the kennel were designed to humiliate slaves and enforce upon them a sense of degradation and inferiority. Firstly, it was only four feet high so unless I wanted to walk around hunched over, I had to crawl on my hands and knees. Meals were at a set time and a bell rang to tell slaves food was available. Feeding time was also humiliating. Protruding from one wall about two feet from the floor was a large rubber replica of a female breast. I was informed at my last stay that when the bell rang, a liquid meal would be available to me by sucking on the rubber breast. It was only available for two minutes after the bell rang so a slave had to suck on the breast furiously to receive a reasonable amount. Many were left still hungry after the flow of food ceased. Feeding was most comfortably done on your knees. It was a symbolic and effective way of impressing on me, my reliance on females for my existence.
Worse still was my access to water. Also mounted on the opposite wall was a grossly oversized rubber cock and balls. I remembered that in order to get a drink of water, I had to squeeze the huge rubber balls in a pumping motion to fill them from the piped water supply. I had to suck on the rubber cock with all my might while squeezing the balls to ensure a small flow of water. I had to keep squeezing as I sucked to ensure a continuous flow. It could take minutes to access a decent amount of water. It was something I was not keen to have to do again.
I lay down on the rubber matting and tried to get comfortable. I saw the Officer pass my kennel on her way back to the front desk. She had obviously kennelled the last slave and didn’t even glance into my kennel as she passed. It wasn’t long before the meal bell rang and I could see the large rubber breast swell as the piped swill was fed into it. It stopped swelling as I positioned myself in front of it on my hands and knees and commenced sucking on the large nipple. The taste was not too bad but I had to concentrate and suck with all my strength to empty the breast. There was probably about a litre of fluid in the breast. Eventually I finished and crawled away just as the two minutes was up.
Try as I could, I was unable to put off the indignity of taking water. It must have been six hours since my owner had last watered me prior to chaining me to the tether pole outside the mall. I could wait no longer and crawled over to the grotesque cock and balls on the wall. I felt the balls and they appeared empty. They were each about the size of a large orange. The cock, about eight inches long and over an inch thick hung limply in front of the balls. Knowing the procedure, I took the head of the cock in my mouth and started to suck as I used both hands to squeeze and pump the large balls. Eventually a small flow came through the cock causing it to swell and completely fill my mouth. I could feel it pressing against the back of my throat as I sucked furiously to get a decent amount of water. I gagged a few times as I drank and eventually had my fill.
I sat back down on the mat and tried to get comfortable. Soon the light dimmed but did not go out completely. I laid down on the mat and suddenly felt quite tired. It had been a long tiring day and I was ready to sleep. As I dozed off, the last thing I saw was the blinking light of the closed circuit camera in the corner.