“Number 1472!” The guardian called for me.
I rolled out of bed and waited for him to open the cage. The air was cold on my nude skin. They had left the door ajar. I could feel the morning wind outside seep into the Fortress. As usual, they’d laid out our uniforms on the benches outside of our cages.
All toys were required to wear the same uniform. It was a schoolgirl uniform, a red tartan skirt, black heels, knee-high white stockings, and a crisp form fitting white shirt. You couldn’t really tuck the damn thing into your skirt because it was so short. Panties and bra were matching shades of white.
I got myself into the clothes and stood at attention, facing the mirror. The guardians walked up and down the hall of the pen, eyeing the other toys like dogs at a kennel. Once he saw that I was dressed, one of the guardians ordered me to my knees. I immediately complied.
“Hands behind your back.”
“Is it my lucky day?” I asked.
“Zepher wants to see you.”
“Me? Why me?”
“Don’t ask questions, 1472,” he replied, tying my hands behind my back with a rope. My name before the abduction had been Ashley. It had been God knows how long since then. Toys came and went in the Fortress. Time didn’t matter here.
“But, there must be some mistake,” I pleaded. “I haven’t done anything wrong, I’ve obeyed all of the rules to the Creed.”
He ignored me, and called to another guardian for a ballgag. After some rummaging, is fellow buddy brought one over from a chest of goodies that they kept in the corner. Our Harem was located in Cell Block Eight. They segregated the toys by hair and eye color. My pen was all blondes with brown eyes.
The ballgag he fastened around my face went all over my head. I looked at my reflection. They had installed a mirror along the wall opposite the cages. Maybe it was to remind us of how we looked to them. The guardians didn’t need to explain anything they did.
One of the guardians mumbled something to his cohort. They seemed to be bickering about something. While they argued, I waited patiently, tied up and gagged helplessly on my knees, watching my breasts rise and fall in the mirror. Some of the other toys had gotten to the edges of their cages to watch, but many were still asleep.
1475 looked at me with pitying eyes. Words weren’t allowed between toys. Oral communication was strictly forbidden. We had to resort to facial expressions.
“C’mon, let’s go,” he said finally.
The two of them grabbed my either arm and hoisted me to my feet. While I was marched across the length of the hall, I watched each and every toy eye me like a lamb being led to slaughter. The only sound in the pen was the clacking of my heels against the stone floor.
The whole time I’d been here, I’d never so much as seen Zepher. I can’t imagine how he even found out about me. Cell Block Two was all blue eyes. I would have thought he’d have spent most of his time with them.
The two guardians hurried me along, and it had become really hard to breathe through the ballgag. Even if I wanted to, however, I couldn’t really protest.
They thrust open a wooden door that led to a stone-walled cell. On the ceiling was a hook with a chain hanging from it. Likewise on the floor in the middle of the room.
“On your knees, toy.”
I obeyed.
One of the guardians untied the ropes. Before I could shake the feeling back into my arms, he put my hands in a pair of handcuffs behind my back. I felt the coldness of them go around my wrists. I heard the clicking of them sealing me tight.
I was unable to see it, but apparently he’d attached them somehow to the chain hanging from the ceiling. Using some type of ratcheting mechanism, he pulled the chain so that my hands were pulled higher and higher, until I was essentially leaning forward, basically as far as I could bend, with my ass sticking out in the air behind me.
Meanwhile one of the guardians left the room, but returned a short time later, carrying a shiny metal slave collar. While the other one carefully held my hair out of the way, he attached the collar around my neck and locked it in place.
Next he hooked the chain on the floor to an O ring attached to the front end of the collar. He tightened the chain so that it pulled my head down, forcing me to bow in utter humiliation.
I felt very submissive like this, completely weak and defenseless.
Next he took a step back and surveyed me, as if admiring a work of art he’d just created. I whimpered helplessly through the gag. All of the toys knew that complaining was strictly forbidden by the Creed.
“She’s ready,” he said to his comrade, after a few silent moments of staring awkwardly at me. Before he left he spanked me hard on my ass and chuckled. I barely reacted. Spankings were common in the Fortress. They’d give them out if you sneezed at the wrong time.
He slammed the wooden door behind him and left me alone with my thoughts. My view consisted of my blond hair cascading to the ground, the cold stone floor, and a puddle of drool collecting onto it. I wriggled a little bit, trying futilely to get comfortable.
I considered removing my heels. At least my feet would be comfortable. The idea was immediately demolished as soon as I thought about the possible ramifications. The Creed specifically forbid removing any article of clothing unless instructed. That was covered until Title Seven.
I gulped and moaned through the gag. The waiting was endless.
Then the door swung open in front of me. From where I was positioned, though, I couldn’t see who had entered. I strained my neck to try and see, shooting my eyes as far to the corners as they would go.
“Hello, Ashley.” The voice was solemn and deep, the way someone would address a group at a funeral.
“I’ve heard so much about you.” I heard his footsteps right behind me. My heartbeat quickened. He placed a hand on the back of my collared neck and caressed it lightly with his fingers. He ran them down my shoulders to the small of my back, then down my ass.
Then they were gone. Next I felt his hand on my exposed vagina. He could feel that I had become wet. He laughed lightly upon discovering this.
“My name is Zepher.”