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The passage of time when you’re waiting for something terrible seems to take forever, and yet you wish it would last longer. But happen it does, and the deep bass thunder of the docking process has barely faded when the guards come for us. By now we have been cramped into our tiny cages for so long that the muscles in my thighs have locked and I cannot extend my legs. The guards solve this problem, by the simple tactic of one of them grabbing me round my neck and another taking hold of my ankles. The two men then pull me out straight, making me shriek as tired muscles are forced back to use. During this procedure my silken wrap slips down to the side, and I bare my groin to them completely, which feels unendurably shameful. It takes until I am on my feet before the slave garment falls back into place. Both my pain and my embarrassment are very amusing to the guards. Ja-alixxe suffers similarly while she is being removed from her confinement, and she too is briefly exposed. I feel a small amount of pleasure when the stretching of cramped muscles makes her cry out. My wrists are still not released. The men leave them locked together behind me, as they have been since I was led onto the slaver’s ship. My ankles also remain in their bracelets, obliging me to move in short convict steps. Back when she was captured, Ja-alixxe’s wrists and ankles were restrained in a similar manner to my own, her binders fastened there by Doshenk himself as she lay stunned. She too remains secured, standing in the same design of slave uniform as I wear, completely open at one side and tied under the arm, similar to mine. Once she’s steady on her feet I think Ja-alixxe looks rather beautiful in it, although her eyes are dead with misery and defeat. One of the guards fumbles behind me, at my wrist binders. I can feel he is fixing something else to the chain linking my wrists – there is a slight tension, still pulling my arms back away from my body, even once his hands are gone. I dare not look behind me. “Move,” orders the more senior of the two guards. I shuffle forwards, using as large a pace as I’m able to in the ankle mature shackles. For a moment there is more unexpected resistance from my arms, which seem unable to keep with me and are pulled painfully backwards, but then I hear Ja-alixxe catching up behind me and I can return my Big Tits hands to their place protecting my buttocks. We are secured together then, in some fashion I cannot see. The journey we make is not back to the recreation room, where I was traded and she was captured, and we indian are not taken to the bridge. Instead our chain gang waddles a short distance to the docking bay. 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