Marcus

The chloroform will wear off soon. it will be woken by the bumps of the truck, the noise of the engine.
At first it will be confused, the last thing it remembers is knocking on the door of the storage unit it had been sent to.
it will struggle, scream until finally it remembers, collapses, exhausted…relieved…it had said it wanted no limits, no way back, its dreams were coming true.
Of course, as it lies there imagining the sexual service it is going to give, the bondage, the humiliation, the collar it will proudly wear…the 2 Men in the front are already negotiating with the mine owner, who needs to replace one of His labour slaves. As far as They are concerned any slave that says it has no limits, wants no way back, is ripe for the taking, easy meat, it had managed its own disappearance, no trails would lead to them.
There will be no collar, only heavy chains. it will never see daylight again. no sex, it will even be too exhausted after its 16 hour work days to jerk off. it will be worked until it in turn needs to be replaced, property in the true sense of the word…no limits…no way back.







