There are three sorts of living arrangements inside Pandora’s Box. There are two-bed, one-bed, and apartment housing options, though to say that they are “options” ignores, somewhat, the nature of being a slave. Innu showed me her one-bed apartment, a cozy little space with a bedroom, a private bathroom, and a living space with a mini-kitchen. She also said she doesn’t use the mini-kitchen much.
The apartments are bigger and more customizable, but they aren’t for slaves. The apartments are reserved for owners, like Pandora or the doctor who performed my physical exam. A slave might have a room set aside in an owner’s apartment, but that would generally be reserved for one like Innu, who is loyal and eager, and whom Pandora cares for deeply.
# # #
We ate lunch in silence. It took maybe fifteen minutes, or whatever the equivalent is on the clocks in here (I haven’t quite gotten used to writing or saying these new numbers). A few other people, male and female, human and furry, showed up while we were eating, but they all went to separate tables from us.
Innu was finished before me, but once I was done I felt better. “Okay, so the food is alright,” I said, pausing to take the last sip from my bottle of juice. “Nothing I’d write home about, though.”
“Yeah, the restaurants downstairs are better, but they aren’t free,” Innu said. “Next stop, our quarters!”
“I suppose so,” I said, standing up with my tray. “But it’s not even noon, right?”
“True,” Innu got up too. “But once the tour is done, we’ll have most of the day off. I have to report to work tonight, but you get the whole day to get comfortable before your lessons start tomorrow. Anyway, we can talk, or you can read one of my books, or you can even try to nap. I mean, you can’t have slept too well.”
“I’m not even sure if I ‘slept’ really,” I confessed. “I mean, I’m not a lightweight, but I don’t get blackout drunk, and I can hardly remember anything after I got into the club. I know I danced and drank a bit, but. . .” I trailed off as I tried to remember anything more.
“That tends to happen when you get abducted,” Innu said. “Not all of us were abducted, some slaves are recruited or volunteer, and some are sold by desperate families. I may tell you my story someday, but not right now. Let’s get you home and we can get you all settled in for a nice nap.”
“Actually, could I take a bath before that?” I followed Innu’s example in taking care of my tray. We dumped the napkins and any food scraps and crumbs into the wastebin, and tossed the bottles and cutlery into a plastics bin next to it. Then we left the trays on a shelf above those. “And I just want a nap, not a long sleep.”
“Of course,” she said. “Do you want a bath, or just to wash up?”
“I like to wash and soak,” I said. “Why?”
“Well, we have a small shower in our bathroom, but to actually take a bath, you’ll need to go to one of the public baths. I’ll show you to the one closest to our room, though.” She started down the hall. “Oh, and don’t worry, we do have separate baths for males and females.”
“I see,” I said, blushing a bit. I hadn’t even thought otherwise, was that something special about this location? A few other slaves passed by us, including a few dressed entirely in a black latex suit below their uniform. “Are those. . .”
“One of the owners has all of her slaves wear that at all times,” Innu said. “She’s taken responsibility for some of the new slaves, but isn’t claiming any new slaves here, so those are some of the experienced slaves she brought with her.”
I blushed a bit. Always wearing something form-fitting and shiny. . . I could definitely see the appeal in that sort of outfit, and it was sexy how they strutted. I found myself glancing after them often during my first few days. A lot of them were wearing labor uniforms on top of their latex suits, though a few were in pink or green.
As Innu was about to head in an open doorway, a human girl with short black hair stepped out, dressed in only a white towel that probably barely reached her hips. “Hihi, Sonya!”
“Hi miss Innu,” the girl said, smiling. I wasn’t sure how they knew each other.
“Had a good bath? You know how proud Mistress Pandora was to get such effective water heaters,” Innu said.
“Just a shower today. I got to sleep in today, so Mistress is the first thing I have to deal with,” she said. She looked at me for a few seconds. “A new girl for your Mistress?”
I nodded slowly. “I’m Hannah.” I held out my hand and she grabbed it and pulled me into a hug.
“I’m Sonya. I belong to Mistress Sarah,” she said with a little hint of giggling. “And though I must sound very well trained, I’ve only been here for about two weeks. I don’t have a specialty yet.” She released me from the hug and smiled, then looked at the bracelet on her wrist. “Oh, I really have to go see Mistress! It was nice to meet you, Hannah!” She ran off after giving Innu a quick hug.
And with that, Innu led me into the doorway, which had stayed open. “The public baths are always open, just like the cafeterias,” she said. “If the door is closed, then there’s cleaning or maintenance work going on, so just find another one.”
The room looked a bit like a locker room, except without locker doors. It had a wall full of cubbyholes, some with uniforms in them, including a beige one that I guessed was Sonya’s. Across the way was a long mirror with sinks in front of it, I figured for brushing or combing our hair and making sure our faces were clean. I picked a cubbyhole and started to undress.
“Mistress Sarah’s slaves are fairly normal,” Innu said, pulling her dress up and off. “Though you shouldn’t try to stand in their way if they need to see her. They can get a little scary when they need their fix of time with her.”
“You make it sound like they’re addicted,” I said, stepping out of my skirt.
“As I understand it, they are,” she said. “She is. . . odd. She uses drugs, addiction, and hypnotic brainwashing and conditioning to make her slaves need. . . her. An addiction to her body, though it doesn’t seem to hurt them until they suddenly need their fix. From another owner, that could be very abusive. I’ve seen owners who use secret drug mixtures so that they are the only person who can give their slaves a fix. . .”
I shuddered a bit as I slipped off my panties and undid my bra. It was only when I looked over that I fully recognized that she had gone silent. Stuffing my underwear into the cubbyhole, I walked over and touched her shoulder. “That bad, huh?”
“One of my best friends,” Innu said. “It wasn’t in a facility, someone decided they wanted her, and seduced her into a relationship, managed to get her hooked on drugs.. He forced her to do whatever he wanted to get her next fix. Including cutting her friends and family out of her life. I hated him and tried to get her out as long as I could. Even tried to get the police involved, but. . .”
“They couldn’t prove he was abusing her? Couldn’t they do drug tests?”
“That wouldn’t prove it was his doing,” she said. “When they did check, he said he kept trying to keep her off the drugs and had no idea where she kept getting them. Then he made her take out a restraining order against me.”
“That’s terrible,” I said, feeling tears in my eyes. “Do you have any idea what happened to her?”
“No. I. . . I already knew I liked serving. Once that happened, I kind of retreated from the fetish life, but somehow I still wound up here. But, that story is for another time,” she said. “Mistress Sarah is different. For one, she never abducts any new slaves, she always seduces them. Also, she respects the ones who say no. Her slaves are all happy with her, have a life, at least in the Facility, outside of her, and she lets them experience all that their life here has to offer as they want.”
“Wow,” I said. “She sounds even better than Pandora.”
“Sure, if you want to be forced to spend your time getting a fix of her every few days,” Innu said with a giggle. She led me into the bath. “She has helped to heal some slaves that other owners broke and abandoned, though. They aren’t quite as happy as her normal lot, but. . . they’re able to be happy again.”
I didn’t want to think about how bad things could be here, not if Pandora was one of the nice, good owners. So I dropped the subject, for now.
The bath was a nice sized pool, not very deep, but enough that one could sit and soak in it. Around it was a drainage ring on the floor, and some benches with buckets and washing supplies. It wasn’t too hard to figure out. “So I’ll get the water, then we wash at the bench, right?”
“Yeah,” Innu said. “I’ll pick us a good fur shampoo.”
# # #
The bath was uneventful and relaxing. We didn’t talk about anything important, and after a short soak, we headed out. Innu toweled me off, I toweled her off, and we got dressed. Then she led me, staying quiet, to our room.
She let me go in first. “Welcome home, Hannah.”
The room was a nice size, with a kitchenette off to the left, and a living area to the right, including a terminal, a sofa, and a low-backed chair. I walked around to take in the layout.
Past the kitchenette was a door to a small pantry, and the dining area next to it had a door to the bathroom. It was a simple toilet, sink, and a small shower stall. There were two toothbrushes, and a few things I guessed Innu had brought in.
On the other end of the room, past the living space, there was a small broom closet, with a bedroom on each side. The bedroom on the front of the room looked lived-in. “I guess you were in here already?”
Innu smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I was assigned to this room after I finished work last night,” she said. “I got what I needed from my old room and then came here to sleep. I overslept a little bit this morning, though. I hope Erick gets your uniforms here soon.”
“The cute guy from the outfitter,” she said. “By the way, I think he was into you.”
I’m sure I was blushing as I thought about him, but I shrugged and headed into my room. “Please wake me up when it seems reasonable. I want to take my nap now.”
“Will do,” Innu said, grabbing a book from the table near the sofa, and starting to read. “About a cycle sound good? That’s like two hours.”
“Yeah, sounds fine,” I said, closing the door manually. The doors inside of our quarters, unlike the other doors throughout the facility, were traditional hinged doors.
I didn’t even bother to undress. I just got on the bed, laid my head on the pillow, and slept.