Stay put and abide by the rules until a better opportunity arrises.
From Create Your Own Story
You decide that it's best to bide your time for now. Bolting out of here with no idea where you are going or what you are going to do actually seems pretty stupid now that you think about it. Escaped slaves were free game after all... for anything. Dead slaves turned up all the time, if they turned up at all. You feel it's probably smartest to learn your surroundings first and wait for an opportunity to present itself. Four of the homely women stood in front of them, keeping an eye on the remaining group. The other four each took a slave into the back. After about half an hour, the four ladies emerged, slaveless, and grabbed four more individuals to take into the other rooms. You were pretty close to the front of the line, so pretty soon you are following one of the homely ladies into the back.
You have butterflies in your stomach as you walk into the room with no idea of what to expect. You are prompted to remove your clothes. Does it start already? You wonder, promising yourself that if it does, you won't cry. The room is sanitary white. It is undecorated, with a silver large examination table in the centre. There are a few stainless steel tables close to the examination table, as well as a machine at the head, which to you lookes like a scanner. The woman takes your clothes and puts them into a silver trash can next to the door. They were dirty, but they were the only remaining thing you had from your previous life. "Get onto the table please," the woman says. She seems determined to speak to you as little as possible. You decide you don't really want to speak to her either, and do as you were told. The table looks as though it is stainless steel, and it is cold against your bare skin. Once you are in place, the woman straps you down into place. You feel yourself begin to panic. What's worse, once you laid down on the table, you noticed the ceiling had a large mirror. You will be able to see everything that happens to you in this room. You can see your small body on the table, your perky teacup breasts rise and fall as you breathe. Your black hair is spread on the table, and your find features look frightened despite your attempts to hide your emotions. As your green eyes move down your body, you realize you can see your ribs as you lay flat on your back. You stomach is also flat, thanks to youth. Your eyes finally reach the little triangle of black curls that hide your virgin pussy.
You hear a door close, and look away from the mirror to see Madame Leona entering the room. She smiles as you make eye contact with her. She moves like a cat as well, you notice, all grace.
“You were one of the most interesting purchases I made this season.” The cat-woman purrs as she walks up to the examination table. “I don’t attend all of these, you understand. Mostly it’s just to check your health, make sure you are clean of disease, etc. We pride ourselves on having good stock here. But you…” she raises a delicate clawed hand and strokes along your calf raising goosebumps, “Your father sold you for quite a price you know. Promised you were a virgin… but fathers don’t always know their daughter’s secrets… do they?” The older woman had started another scan of some kind, and data began scrolling up on a screen in front of her.
What do you say?
