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When Nathalie came to she was dangling from a chain. Her feet, even with the heels were barely touching the floor. Her body was tingling and her mind was foggy. She shook her head and noticed Ben in an alcove above her. He was holding something in his hands. Nathalie stared at him when she saw him push something on the object and the chain pulled her just a little higher, straining her arms just a little more.
Nathalie dangled there for a while, slowly spinning around. Only stopping when she could extend a toe and touch the floor, but the effort to relieve a little stress on her arms was short lived. Soon she had surrendered and simply hung from the ceiling. Nathalie had no idea how long she dangled, but suddenly someone was touching her. She was slowly turned away from the wall and what she saw surprised her.
Standing there in a white lab coat was a slight little old man with a clipboard. He looked her up and down, writing on the clipboard and grunting.
"Oh you're awake, good, please answer these questions." He sounded like a weasel and something about him she scared her. He looked harmless but there was something about him that bothered her.
"Are you pregnant?"
"No Sir."
"Do you use drugs?"
"No Sir."
On and on the questions went. Nathalie answered question after question till she felt like he knew more about her than she did.
When he finally finished he motioned to someone across the room. Nathalie didn't see who untill she noticed two men strolling toward them. As soon as they got to the evil little man, she recognized who they were. These two were the special guests she had served earlier. She listened to the three men talk but was unable to understand as the conversation as they spoke in Arabic.
It was obvious they were talking about her, however. One if the Sheiks cruelly twisted her nipple and smiled when her face screwed up in pain.
The two Arabs walked away but two other guards approached and grabbed her body everywhere. Soon, she felt the chain holding her up dropping. The men supported her weight and unclipped the chain. However the relief was short lived, however as she was soon chained spread eagle against a cement wall. Her new shoes had been removed and she was standing on the floor.
'Oh god that feels so good. I hope I never have to wear those shoes again.' Quickly went through her mind. Finally they removed the large black leather collar and replaced it with another much smaller one. But this one was different in more than size; when they wrapped it around her neck, she felt two pricks on her skin.
When the men walked away, that tiny ancient man was still close by. He smiled at her and spoke quietly.
"Slut slave, I'm going to explain what is about to happen to you. You will be cleaned inside and out. The collar you now wear serves two purposes. One to give you drugs and the other is to keep you hydrated during your trip, again if necessary. We will also be reprogramming your belt so we can control you from anywhere on the ship.
Nathalie jumped when she heard the word ship.
"Oh god what ship? Where are you taking me?" she asked her voice filled with panic.
"Do not worry little one. You are going for training. Your life is complete now. Your only concern from here on out is to please anyone and everyone. You will come to crave obedience. This is your life now, you are a slave."
Nathalie broke down, she hanging from her restraints and sobbed uncontrollably. The man just walked away. He knew this would happen. It happened to all the women who were processed though here. It was at this point they realized that this was their life. He would let her cry till she couldn't anymore. He loved this part, when they finally gave up all hope and let them do anything they wanted. This was when he got to use his new invention.
He called it the processor, but in reality it was more like a medieval torcher device with electronic controls plus it doubled as a shipping crate. He could do the same things to her another way and cause very little pain. But this way was much more fun.
It was about an hour before her tears dried up. When he noticed her chest stopped heaving he sent over the guards and retrieved her from the wall. Nathalie hardly noticed what they were doing. She simply let them do anything they wanted; her mind was no longer functioning.
The first thing was a gag filled her mouth. It wrapped around and over her head, locking it in place. Inside was a bladder that was filled with air that silenced her completely. They took her to a wooden enclosure of some sort; it had posts, rings and straps mounted on it. The men pushed her head between two posts and attached her collar to them. Her head was immobilized; still she offered no resistance, not that she could had she wanted to. Next her arms were extended out from her shoulders and attached to the wall.
There was no escape now as she was kneeling beside a wall with her head and arms attached.
The little old man smiled as this was his favorite part. This part always brought music to his ears. In fact this is why they now gag the new slaves. The screaming disturbed the other workers and slaves.
Nathalie knelt there for a few minutes till one of the guards grabbed her left ankle. He pulled it out and over till it was extended out as far as it could go. Her ass was now pointed to her left. It was uncomfortable but she could handle it.
It was when the other guard grabbed her right leg and started to pull it to the other side. Nathalie's eyes almost popped out of her head. She hadn't done the splits since she was in high school. And even then it was front to back, never side to side. It was only a minute before Nathalie started to scream. Without any stretching the guard was splitting her in two. Just before she passed out, the first drugs hit her veins. Instantly her muscles relaxed and the pain eased, to a slightly more tolerable level.
The guard had done this many times. The last thing he wanted to do was pop a hamstring. He took it very slow. He would pull the leg further to the side and then backed off slightly, and then do it again only just a little further. Over and over he did this, slowly working her leg further and further away from her body.
Nathalie was screaming as loud as she could but no one outside of a couple of feet could hear her. The tears ran down her face in a steady stream. Her eyes were slammed shut as it took everything she had to handle the pain.
Nathalie had no idea how long it took. She was barely conscious. She didn't even hear the final strap click locking her leg into place.
The old man was very excited, his little cock tenting in his pants. He grabbed a special probe and slipped his hand between the stretched slave's legs pulling out the old probe and replacing it with his. This one would clean out her rear passage. She wouldn't need to shit for a while.
They kept Nathalie suspended on the wall as the controller did its job. Soon warm liquid was being injected into her anal passage. More and more till Nathalie's stomach started to fill. It didn't take long before she started to look pregnant. Now her body was cramping from all the liquid filling her body, joining her legs already screaming in pain.
Finally the liquid stopped and the old man massaged her stomach.
:"You look so lovely, my dear. I could play with you for days."
The old man continued to work on Nathalie's body for over an hour. When he walked away Nathalie was only semi-conscious.
Through the fog in her mind, Nat heard a familiar voice. She didn't quite know who it was but she knew it from somewhere.
"Slave, you will be mine when this is over. I own you now slave." The mystery voice whispered in her ear. She tried to open her eyes and see who it was but it was too difficult.
Justin walked up to the old man and thanked him for letting him speak to the new slave. The old man knew that if she remembered anything is would be a voice from nowhere.
Nathalie had no concept of how long she was out. The only thing she knew was her legs still hurt but her body had calmed down. The first thing she saw when she came to was Alexander kneeling in front of her.
"Hello Nats, back with us? I just came down to wish you a fond farewell. I just know you're going to love it. By the time you get back here you will be a trained obedient slave. He laughed and tweaked her nipples. Nats grunted not so much from the pain but more so from the pressure. He let her go and stood.
"Have a nice trip slut," He said as he turned and walked away.
Nathalie could only groan as her body was consumed in fear. But then the vibrator went off inside her. At first she was able to ignore it but the intensity increased she was soon panting. She opened her eyes and tried to look at her body but moving her head was out of the question.
Nathalie was about to panic. She was totally helpless, and now was packed in a crate on the way to god-knows-where for slave training. No one knows where she is but her pissed off ex-boyfriend and even he might not know how bad it is. She could only hope he had contacted the reinforcements and was about to invade the island. Suddenly there was someone in front of her. Her attention was brought back to the present.
Standing in front of the bound slave the old man whispered in her ear.
"Slave, let me fill you in on what you can expect to start your trip. You are attached to my slave processor shipping crate. You will be hydrated via an IV in your neck. You will be injected with a muscle relaxer to ease your pain and allow you to use your mind. To help you with that, I'm putting these earphones in and sealing them in. I wouldn't want you to miss out on anything. When we close the crate, you will spend the next 18 or so hours enjoying all these special accommodations we are providing."
The man paused to look at the slave trembling in front of him. He saw the fear and knew she was about to have a panic attack. He looked up and nodded his head. Another man standing off to the side pushed a button on a panel and the process started. The drugs started to flow and Nathalie's fear subsided.
The dirty old man smiled and continued, "Once you get to the ship, you will spend your free time in your new home. The rest of the time will be spent at special service stations on the boat. At those stations you will service any crew member with the appropriate hole. I'm quite sure you will enjoy it. By the time you return you will crave to serve in any way you can. I can't wait till you get back slave!"
Nathalie hardly heard a word he said. The drugs were working and she was totally relaxed, even in this obscene pose. She now really felt the vibrations inside her cunt. Her arousal level was skyrocketing and an orgasm was just about to explode, when the vibrations stopped. Nathalie groaned in frustration. She opened her eyes again just in time to see Ben closing the crate.
She would have laughed if the gag wasn't in her mouth. Here was the smallest man in the place, but he was closing this huge crate. In seconds everything went black, all light was cut off. She heard something outside the crate and assumed they were screwing the lid closed.
Nathalie closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, when she heard voices. Very faint voices but voices nonetheless, she strained to hear what they were saying. Her mind was focused on the voices; she could almost make it out.... "serve"....."cum"....."suck"...."slave..." "humiliation..." "Pain..."
Over and over she heard the words, she knew there was more but she couldn't quite make out the other words. Her body was very relaxed and the darkness was all consuming pushing her further into a submissive state. Nathalie drifted off into a hypnotic trance, listening to the words over and over again.
She had no idea of how long she was in the dark container. Her body was constantly being aroused to edge of an orgasm. Then she was shocked till any essence of arousal was gone. The cycle was repeated over and over again. Meanwhile her mind was being bombarded with the voices it only now she could make out what was being said. But instead of dismissing the voices, her mind freely let them embed deep inside her brain.
"You were born to serve..."
The vibrator started again.
"You crave cum..."
Nathalie cunt already was tingling and ramping up quickly...
"You love to suck cocks..."
The intensity increased and the anal plug started moving...
"You are a slave..."
Nathalie was starting to pant as her arousal started to consume her body....
"Humiliation excites you..."
A sudden rush flushed though her body. As unknown to her, more drugs were released into her system.
"Pain arouses you...."
Nathalie was again right on the edge of a massive orgasm when she felt her world move. The vibrations stopped again and her body started to come down again. Her mind was confused and her body was out of control. She knew she was moving but had no concept of how or where.
Ben used a fork lift to load the three crates with the newest slaves into the back of a truck. They had been crated for almost 8 hours now and the programming would be well on the way to removing any of the remaining resistance from the slaves. When he finish, the truck left for the boat.
Other than the initial movement, Nathalie didn't even notice the ride to the boat. Her entire world consisted of her cunt and ass and how badly she needed to cum.
Although the island was relatively small, only about 30 miles across, the trip took almost 2 hours. The roads were bad and the driver wasn't in any hurry. Besides they paid him extra if he took longer than an hour.
The driver pulled the truck beside a small freighter in the island harbor. Even though there was no industry, using freighters was an easy way to move product. The harbor was shielded from the ocean by a peninsula and allowed them to load without being seen. He got out and handed some papers to a man and walked to a building till the truck was unloaded and he could leave.
Nathalie had passed out and the control box on the side of the crate blinked twice. The sensors inside the crate recognized her inactivity and a small dose of speed were injected. She woke with a start and felt the crate moving.
She was jostled about and heard what sounded like a chain being wrapped around the crate before she felt herself being and lifting it up. It wasn't long till the three crates were on the boat.
Nathalie prayed that she would be released soon as another cycle started. The three crates were stowed below deck in a large room with hundreds of other crates. It was four hours before the ship pulled out from the dock as they continued to load the rest of the cargo on board.
When the island was drifting off in the distance, the captain of the ship, Miguel, summoned his first officer Juan to the bridge. When Juan walked in the door he smiled at the captain.
"Is it time?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah, release the bitches and get them walking. I want them to their posts as soon as possible. We will start their first shift as soon as they can walk." Miguel answered. His own cock twitched. He knew the quality of the slaves that were sent to this camp. All were always very beautiful.
Juan walked down to the hold and made his way to the crates. They were always just outside the door for the berthing quarters for the crew. They liked to have easy access to the slaves during the seven day trip. He ordered a couple of crewmen to open them. These were only the latest of nearly a hundred slaves that had been transported over the last year.
Ten minutes later all three crates revealed their cargo. Juan smiled as these three were by far the best looking slaves to go through here, ever. In addition to a tall fabulous blond, there was a brunette and a red head. Each a stunner, each with the same chastity belt and each very aroused and scared. The three men each took a slave and slowly released their legs. It would be a long time to before they would be allowed to close their legs. Juan knew from experience that after being pinned in the split position for so long their muscles, despite of the muscle relaxers, were probably locked in the split position. If they allowed them to close their legs they could hurt themselves quite badly. It took almost an hour before the slaves could start to flex their legs.
Juan watched the operation closely. The last thing he could allow to happen was to injure one of the slaves. If the cargo was damaged it could be deadly. After about two hours, the slaves were finally able to try to stand. Juan was getting impatient and clipped the leashes to their collars. He led them to the upper deck and had them kneel on the port side near the middle of the boat. He took off their leashes and let them look over the side of the ship. The only thing they could see was the island disappearing behind them.
"We won't need a leash anymore. You have nowhere to go." Juan announced.
Nathalie was kneeling behind the other two slaves. The man's voice booming in her ears, she had momentarily forgotten about the ear buds they had sealed in her ears. Even now with the man giving instructions, the voices were still in the background.
"You are a slave..."
"You crave cum..."
'I...am...not...a...slave... I...must...hold...on'
She was just hanging on by a thread. But the voices....
The slaves huddled before the man still gagged and collared. They held each other closely as the only thing going through their minds was to survive.
"Okay slaves, everyone here works, no one is exempt from working. You will be handling specific duties during our voyage. You will be assigned a station each morning. You will stay there till you are released. Seeing as your cunts are off limits, we will have to make do with your other two holes. Now I know your asses are empty and I know you want them filled, so get on your knees, head down and ass up. I'm going to fill your ass with another plug. It stays in your ass at all times.
Nathalie knelt beside the other two slaves. This was the first time she had seen them since the warehouse and the podiums. Both were very pretty. The brunette was beside her, and Nathalie noticed that she was shaking. At first she thought she was frightened, but soon realized that she was on the edge of an orgasm as the man was filling her ass. Nathalie groaned as she realized that her own body was more aroused than ever before. Just kneeling on the deck and following his orders stroked her mind and body.
Juan loved this part of the job. He was going to get to play with the slaves as he assigned them to their posts. He looked at the slaves and knew which one was going to be his first.
"You, blondie, stand up and follow me. Nathalie slowly stood a hobbled after the dominate man. They walked up a narrow stairwell to the top of a hatch. Juan directed her to the edge and had her raise her hands over her head. He motioned to someone and down came a lift from above. Soon Nathalie's arms were stretched above her head and she was tottering on the edge of dangling on the edge of the hatch.
Nathalie's body was being pushed to the limit of her endurance. The last couple of days, with little food, the constant stimulation, the drugs, and the trip all served to eliminate any resistance.
He then took the other two slaves to their posts. First it was the brunette; he cuffed her to a hand rail near the bow of the ship. She was forced to kneel with her arms stretched out at right angles to her body. She was at the perfect height to give blow jobs. Juan removed her gag and smiled.
"You are to suck any crew that approachesyou. You will be relieved eventually. Have fun slut." He turned and her first customer opened his pants and strolled up to the slave.
Juan pulled the redhead to the other side of the ship. He removed her gag and smiled. "The guys love to hear the slaves scream on their first shift."
He grabbed her collar and bent her over. It was then she noticed a box mounted to the rail with shackles attached to each side. Soon her head was locked inside the box and her hands were attached to the sides. Juan pulled out her anal plug and sat it on the top of the box. Your job is to give up your ass as needed. Enjoy your day slave. As he headed to the bridge, her first customer stepped up to her ass.
Nathalie didn't stay strung up for long. Juan knew exactly what to do. He went to the bridge and reported to the captain.
"Captain Miguel, the slaves are ready. I have a surprise for you. She is just your type, fuckable!" Juan laughed.
Miguel laughed with him and answered, "Bring her to my quarters."
"Yes sir," Juan answered.
Ten minutes later, Nathalie was shoved into the captain's quarters. Miguel smiled as it was the first time he had seen the latest slave. "Oh my, aren't you a pretty one. We're going to get to know each other very well in the next few days. Get on your knees and put that pretty little mouth to good use slut."
Nathalie crawled to the captain, sitting naked in an alcove near the bow of the ship. She worked her way up his legs. In spite of her exhaustion her body was getting aroused and her mouth watering. She looked at his magnificent cock and drooled on her way to suck it down her throat. Nathalie didn't understand why she was so excited to suck his cock but her body was trembling as her tongue lightly licked the tip. The touch was electrifying and shot straight to her core, and a wave of pleasure pulsed through her body. Never in her life had she wanted anything more. When the head of his cock, slipped past her lips her mind exploded as she orgasmed. Miguel watched, amazed at the slave orgasming just from touching his cock. "Oh My God you are going to be popular slut."
For the next couple of hours Miguel used Nathalie in both of her available holes. When he finished he turned her over to Juan. Juan sampled her charms for another hour. When he finished he clipped a leash on her and led her to the deck.
"Don't think you're getting off easy slave. I have a job for you." He opened a hatch and pulled out a mop. He put her gag back in and tied the mop handle between her tits. He then tied her hands to the handle and told her to mop the deck.
Nathalie groaned as she pushed the mop across the deck. Her ass was hurting and her body was exhausted. The arousal was gone and her body was just holding on.
Nathalie had no idea of how long she dragged the mop around the deck. But she was about to collapse when Juan came and stopped her. He removed the mop and pulled her up to the other slaves. When she saw them, the brunette was still kneeling but her head was dropping slightly. But what shocked Nathalie was the amount of cum covering the brunette's body.
"Get down there and clean her up slave." Juan demanded.
Nathalie stood for a moment looking at the near-comatose cum covered slave. Instead of being revolted her mind and body pulsed with excitement. Her mouth was watering just at the thought of licking up the massive amount of cum covering her sister slave. She dropped to her knees just as the last crewman was finishing spraying his essence on her face and chest.
He laughed as he watched the blond slave crawling on her knees, her mouth open and her tongue licking her lips. When he saw her expression of lust he almost came again in his pants. The slave was practically drooling as she crawled closer to her target.
Nathalie didn't even see the man as her attention was only on the slaves coated tits. When she finally reached her destination she leaned forward and licked her right tit. As soon as her tongue tasted the ambrosia her body pulsed with excitement and arousal. It was like a junkie to heroin to a junkie; each lick sent waves of pleasure all through her body.
The men kept Nathalie licking till they were satisfied all cum was cleaned off the body and floor. Juan pulled her away and across the deck to the other slave. Nathalie didn't resist but crawled after her latest master. When she saw the other slave, with her head still buried in the box, she cringed at the sight.
The slave ass was a deep red and her anus was filled with her plug. The crew members must have beat her while they fucked her ass. Her legs were covered in cum from her feet to her ass.
Nathalie's body trembled at the sight and her cunt pulsed. 'God what's wrong with me. I can't stop craving cum. I...am...a...slave... NO I'M NOT... I'M...A...WOMAN. But god I need that cum.' Nathalie's mind was going crazy. She was confused and afraid of what was happening to her.
Juan pulled her up behind the third slave. He positioned her mouth just below the slave's ass. He smiled and grabbed the butt plug right in front of her eyes.
"I know you want this, you cumslut, enjoy the treat." He said as he pulled the plug and shoved it in her mouth.
Nathalie took the plug deep in her mouth, and closed her eyes. She savored the taste of spunk from what must have been a dozen men. Nathalie lavished her tongue all over the nasty plug relishing the taste.
"Open your eyes slave. Look at what you are missing. Now get that plug out of your mouth and clean up the mess."
Nathalie opened her eyes and watched as the slave's ass spewed a river of cum down her ass and over her cunt. Before Nathalie could remove the plug, the stream almost reached the slave's knees. She dropped the plug on the deck and dove into the slave's legs, licking her way up to the source of the precious fluid.
Nathalie didn't need any prodding to drink the brown and clear liquid pouring out of the dilated sphincter. Her body and mind's cravings controlled her actions. She finally made her way to the brown ring and slipped her tongue deep inside the rear passage. They more she licked the more of the liquid ambrosia she found.
When she finally cleaned all she could find with her tongue, she shoved two fingers into the slave's ass and scooped out more. When she could find no more, she sat back and licked her fingers and smiled a contented smile. Her body was satisfied and her craving sated. Juan pulled up to her feet and ordered her to follow him. He led her to the captain's quarters for the next round.
By the time he finished delivering the blond slave to the captain and getting another blowjob, he walked to the cargo hold to check on the other slaves. When he rounded the corner he stopped and smiled. The two slaves were now cowering in a cage. This was one of his favorite things to do.
"Comfortable slaves? Well you better get a good nights sleep, you're going to need it. Tomorrow you get to do it all over again. Only this time you switch roles. Sleep well slaves." He crowed. Both women were gagged and bound. They couldn't respond but Juan could see it in their eyes. The hopeless vacant look of a defeated woman, a woman that had given up all hope and was in survival mode. He knew the ear buds were still pounding the message deep into their brains. Now that hope was lost, the training was taking hold.
For the next few days their routine didn't change. Each morning a crew member would come down and open their cage. He would lead them to one of the service stations, as the crew liked to call them. They would be strapped in and their day started serving one cock after another. When their shift was over they were sent to the galley to serve food to the crew which played out like a contest to see who could humiliate the slaves more. After dinner they cleaned up the galley and were allowed to eat some of the scrapes left behind. Finally they were returned to their cages to bed down for the night. But even then every so often someone would come get one or more of the slaves and take them to the crew berthing quarters.
Those were the long days. Nathalie had no idea of the passage of time. One cock ran into another. Whether the sun came up or not was irrelevant. All that was going through her head was the insistent voice repeating the same message.
You are a slave...
I...I..I'm not...
You love cocks....
I...I..d..don't, i...love...cocks...
You crave cum....
I...I crave cum...
Pain arouses you...
Oh god I love it when they spank me...
You are a slave...
I...I...I'm not a sssslllaaa....
I'm a slave..
On and on till the message was drilled into their heads, that and cum.
Nathalie had no idea when the ship pulled into the dock. But she knew something was different. Instead of chaining the slaves to a service station, they brought food down to the cage. It was some kind of gruel but nothing had tasted so good in all her life. She had been subsisting on mainly table scraps and cum for what years. All three women sucked down their meals and licked the bowls clean. Next was a shower or what would serve as a shower. Juan grabbed a fire hose and sprayed the slaves down.
After the slaves were fed and cleaned Juan opened the cage and ordered them out. The slaves followed closely afraid of what was about to happen.
When the women walked out of the hatch they were blinded by the bright sunlight. It took a few minutes before their vision cleared. When they were finally able to focus their hearts dropped. Facing them was a world they had never seen before. Before them was a dock surrounded by sand. To the right was a series of mountains extending as far as they could see. But to the left was nothing but desert. Off in the distance was an obvious Middle Eastern city. Any small thought of surviving this evaporated like ice in a hot pan, gone in an instant.
The slaves were led down the gang plank to a yellow box truck but instead of a box on the back it was a cage. Juan walked up to them and smiled an evil smile. I can't wait till you're trained. He turned and walked away, leaving them in the custody of several armed guards.
The guards pushed the slaves over to the truck and shoved Nathalie in it first. He shoved her to the back of the cage.
First they took off her shoes and left her with only her chastity belt, collar and gag. The guard ran a chain to her collar and pulled it till she was barely able to touch the floor of the cage. Then he and another guard pulled her feet off the floor behind her till they touched the top of the cage behind her. Before she could react, her arms were pulled to her feet and now she was suspended upside down and backwards.
Her tits dangling down and her head pulled back to see everything around her and unable to hide her humiliation.
The guards then loaded the remaining two slaves, seemingly taking great pleasure in exposing each on in a different humiliating pose.
As soon as the slaves were loaded they closed the cage and the truck drove slowly down the dusty road.
They drove into the town as the town people pointed and laughed as the truck passed. Even the children yelled at the slaves. Nathalie should have been mortified but instead her cunt was gushing and her body aroused. All she could think of was what the cocks looked like under those robes.
It didn't take long before the truck pulled into a courtyard and the cage was opened creating a ramp inside. Soon an Arab man walked up the ramp. When he got close, Nathalie recognized him as the same Arab man she served so long ago.
The sheikh looked over the slaves and smiled an evil smile as he walked by each slave, touching, poking and prodding their helpless bodies. He was especially delighted when he slid his fingers around each of the slave's cunts. All were dripping with arousal, all groaned and tried to push back and drive his fingers inside them. He laughed and called out to the guards and walked out of the cage.
Things moved pretty quickly after that. The slaves were released from the cage and chained to one another. Now, Nathalie's hands were cuffed and attached with a long rope to a camouflaged old truck. There was another rope that went to her collar. The next slave's hands were attached to the back of Nathalie's collar. This went on till the three slaves where helplessly bound to each other and being pulled out into the desert.
Nathalie had no idea of how long they walked, but the city had disappeared behind them and in the distance a compound of some sort started to rise up on the horizon. They continued to walk till the truck led them through a large archway gate into the walled complex.
