The theft

The Enslavement of

Countess Laureline de Saint-Brieuc

Introduction

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The Theft

A pain in my breast waked me up.
Somebody was just pinching my nipple and a hoarse voice was speaking to me.
- Open your mouth, sweety. So I can put that gode in.
Always dulled with chloroform, I obeyed withoud a respond, and the man I didn't see, gegged me.
Little by little I was regaining consciousness. I was laying on a padded thing and I was fully restrained and strapped. My face was covered with a hood, with some holes for mys eyes and mouth. My arms were painfully tied in my back, mes hands strictly wrapped in probably a mono-mitten and something hard was hurting my back.
And this hudge gag deforming my mouth, the man was scewing on the hood.
- It's done, Sergeant. We can close.
They finally put the lid and locked it: I just was understanding where I was : a slave sarcophagus. I knew them and their particularities. They are used to transport slaves on a long distance.
I was locked inside and let's hope ...
They pull down the visor and closed the obturator.
In the wadded silence of the sarcophagus fully closed and airtight, I could hear the men speaking:
- We must give her a hard time. That's the order. Raeefied air to 80 % and program 3 for the temperature control.
I tried to struggle in vain, I saw a hand coming down to the visor opacity button and while the air conditionner hisses could be heard, the weak light of the night disappeared, plunging me in darkness.
Deaden noises. Movements.
bruits assourdis. Des mouvements.
Icy cold... Then sticky heat it makes me sweat in my vinyl bodysuit.
The temperature program went from one extreme to another.
Drips of sweat made my eyes sting. Shivers. Salva drooling from my distorded mouth. Straps bending my body.
And the lack of air shortening my breath.
I screamed in the box. I screamed. Until I choke in the gag and with my dribble.

Introduction

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