Slaves of Elysium by W. S. Antony

collapsed to the floor.
    As she wriggled Jeni saw the scientist’s slave looking down at them impassively, as though she had seen such things many times before. Jeni forced herself to relax.
    â€˜Don’t fight it,’ she hissed to Rebecca, and gradually she too calmed down and they both lay still in their bonds.
    Another touch of a button and the cuffs separated. The scientist indicated with a gesture that they should stand, and they both obeyed swiftly. He nodded, as though satisfied the devices were operating correctly, and said a few words to the soldiers. They turned and filed out of the room. The commander flashed Jeni a last knowing smile, then the door closed behind him.
    Still holding the controller, the scientist indicated they should move over to a corner of the chamber where an arrangement of copper-coloured metal disks was set flush with the wall. They were grouped in sets of five: three in a row at about shoulder height with two below them at floor level. The scientist positioned Jeni and Rebecca with their backs to two adjacent sets of these plates, activated the controller once more, and they were pulled hard against the wall, their collars clanging against the centre plate of the top row while their arms were bent and jerked backwards until the cuffs locked against the two side plates, holding their wrists at shoulder height. Then the same invisible force pulled their legs apart until the ankle cuffs clicked onto the two plates at floor level.
    And there they were, spread flat against the wall and absolutely helpless once again. The scientist satisfied himself they were secure, took hold of a lock of their hair in turn and examined it closely as the commander had done, gave their nipples a thoughtful tweak, then returned to his work on the other side of the room.
    Rebecca snivelled miserably, slowly shaking her head as though she could not believe the sudden change in her status. From socialite to slave in a few hours.
    Jeni, by contrast, felt no self-pity, only a growing sense of wonder at what would happen next. It was desperately arousing to be so helpless, both physically and mentally; to be in the hands of slave keepers who could do anything they wanted with her. The thought made her nipples harden and a warm slickness filled the cleft between her labia. Was such treatment not what she had secretly longed for, even if she could never have imagined it would be visited upon her under such strange circumstances? Perhaps this unknown land was where she should have been all her life.
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Chapter 6
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    Jeni and Rebecca remained secured against the wall while the scientist continued with his work, whatever it was, assisted by the pretty black slave girl. The pair hardly gave them a second glance. Rebecca was silent, apparently too numbed by recent events even to complain.
    For her part Jeni was filled with a wild cocktail of emotions; a burning curiosity to understand the strange new land she found herself in, mingled with instinctive trepidation and occasional shivers of panic as the reality of her situation returned to her. Every so often she flexed her muscles against the unyielding bands that held her in place. She did not seriously expect to free herself, but she could not help testing her restraints, aware of the way they accentuated her naked vulnerability. It was how a slave would be secured, of course, and a little thrill coursed through her at the idea. She looked at the sets of restraining plates set into the wall. How many other women had been held prisoner here before her? And what had been their fate?
    The scientist giving an order to his slave girl interrupted Jeni’s contemplations. He used the word ‘Noni’ in a way that suggested it was her name, and even if she had been stripped of her clothes and liberty, at least it seemed she still had something she could call her own.
    Following his directions the girl brought over beakers of water, which she held for