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a working slave: a cashier in a supermarket of this forgotten emirat.
They brand you again, over the old branding mark:
A-M as Arab-Market.
( click on the face to see a closer plan
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Then they pierced your intimate labia to slip two
steel rings with a big pendant showing you were the property of the
market.
( click on the womb to see a closer plan
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You remember the clothes you had to wear: a transparent
blouse in the supermarket colours (you had to let it open), a net
leotard with an opened crotch and embroidered with the market initials.
Your hands were tied with a short chain, you
were chained to your checkout counter by your ankle.
 
The job was hard. It was difficult to pass the heavy
packs of sodas in front of the barre code reader. Of course there
was no break.
When you were back in the crate where you were shut in all the night,
you were quite happy.
After a short rape.
( click on the crate to see a closer plan
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!!! (In french there is an untranslatable pun on "caisse"
and "caissière" Caisse has a double meaning: crate and checkout
counter. So a "caissière", a casher, is the person at
the counter. But in Ulrike's mind she is named "caissière"
because she lives in a "caisse" crate)
After the pay. Fortunately you were not well paid:
only ten lashes of the whip. If the business of the day was good,
they made a deduction of one lash. It could be drawn concurrently
day after day. But mind you don't make a mistake! The bonus
was five lashes of the whip.
On the evening there were also the customers having
wined the scratching.
(Great
free game. Scratch here)
They could win the use of one of your holes. A way
to secure their loyalty.
( click on the face to see a closer plan
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The following day was a day as the others. Feeding
with dry slavefood (all the owners use that),
...relieving yourself in a bucket...
...having a wash with a sponge and a cold water bucket.
Then it was time to make up, to dress...
( click on the mirror to see a closer plan
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...and to slip on the plug filling you for all the
day.
At first you were the only slave cashier. The market
has just opened. Then, there was a new one: a japanese woman, a customer,
abducted when she did her shopping at Arab-Market.
For a long time they left her in a crate, tied up,
hooded and gagged. The necessary time that her disappearance was forgotten.
You helped her eating and making her business and
you consoled her after the pay.
Althought she did not work, she was paid all days.
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