The Dominatrix Order Pt. 05 Ch. 03

The newly elected Supreme Leader of Imperium implemented the zero-tolerance immigration policy. The policy was aimed at outsiders who crossed the border into Imperium seeking asylum. A new task force, called the Immigration Corrections Establishment, or ICE for short, was assembled. ICE captured any outsiders who crossed the border illegally. The "Illegals," as they were called, were held in cages which Imperium leaders referred to as Immigration Detention Centers.

The women who had emigrated with their slaves from other countries to Imperium were all being detained. The migrant slaves were separated from their Mistresses at the border. The youngest slaves were eighteen and could not handle the emotional trauma of being torn apart from their Mistresses, as many of them had never been separated from their Mistresses before. They were detained in crude, hastily made cages, built from cheap fencing. They found themselves in an unfamiliar land, separated from the Mistresses they relied upon to take care of them, and imprisoned in cages. And they were frightened.

One day, while at the workshop, Nadia and Ariadne witnessed as Immigration Corrections Establishment officers detained some of their fellow workers who were outsiders. The ICE officers raided the workshop and chaos ensued as they grabbed the workers, apprehending the outsiders as they attempted to run off in all different directions, and then forcing them away in rickshaws. Nadia and Ariadne kept their heads down, trying not to draw attention, their hearts racing as quickly and chaotically as the commotion that surrounded them. The outsiders were all bound and loaded onto the rickshaws. Ariadne watched as the final rickshaw holding the captured outsiders departed.

"History repeats itself," Ariadne said, with a lifetime's worth of sadness in her eyes.

"I hear they aren't just locking them up in the detention centers anymore," a male slave said. "Now, they're sending them away to Mater."

An uneasy feeling trickled through Nadia. She rose from her seat and slowly headed towards the Imperium gates. Her anxiety evolved into panic, and she dashed towards the Ladorian Harbor docks. Once Nadia arrived at the docks, she saw the slaves being taken away on the ship to Mater. Her heart plummeted as she saw her brother Nicolae being led onto the vessel. The tragedy metamorphosed into a nightmare as she saw not only her brother, but Slave 004 being led onto the ship as well. Callisto was present at the docks and Nadia rushed up to her.

"Callisto, you cannot do this. You cannot take my brother away; and not Slave 004. Don't take them away," Nadia begged, grasping onto Callisto's shirt.

"Guards, escort this slave back to Imperium," Callisto ordered, her callous, beady eyes looking away from Nadia.

The two male guards grabbed Nadia and dragged her away. She couldn't bear to look anymore, she couldn't watch them be taken away, especially not Nicolae, and her eyelids forced themselves shut. She could hear herself screaming, and yet she couldn't feel it; everything went numb, everything went dark, and everything went away.

Nadia had arrived in Imperium a naïve young woman of twenty, and had grown into a strong, much wiser woman of twenty seven. She was working one blistering afternoon at the workshop. Even though she had been anticipating that day for a long time, her heart still pounded and she still kicked and screamed as she was taken away by the Immigration Corrections Establishment officers. Nadia was incarcerated in one of the cages in the Immigration Detention Centers. Callisto felt as though she had no choice but to detain Nadia, in response to public outcry over the hypocrisy that the General so vehemently spoke out against outsiders and yet she was engaged in courtship with one.

Nadia went on a hunger strike in protest. The guards brought her meals to her every day. She did not eat a bite. She stopped speaking as well soon after being incarcerated. She didn't talk to the other detainees or to the guards or even to Callisto on the rare occasions she came to visit. Nadia did not speak and she barely ate for weeks.

Tales of Imperium Slave 111's hunger strike spread throughout the lands. Those who heard of Nadia's story did not know her name or her appearance; they only knew that there was an Imperium slave who had gone on a hunger strike due to the Supreme Leader's zero-tolerance immigration policy. And because of the attention placed on her hunger strike, information began to leak in regards to Imperium sending slaves away to Mater. General Suarez and General Callisto were enraged that Nadia had drawn so much attention to Imperium's deplorable policies. So, the two Generals decided that they would send Nadia away to Mater as well.

Callisto approached Nadia's cage at dusk. Nadia could see Callisto's beady eyes peering at her through the bars of her cage.

"I am sending you away to Mater, slave," Callisto said, waiting for Nadia's response. Nadia sat in stone-cold silence. Callisto's aggravation intensified as she continued speaking.

"We have a zero-tolerance policy against illegals. The city of Imperium will not be a migrant camp. Immigrants are threatening to pour in and infest our city. These people come in from shithole countries. You wouldn't believe how bad these people are. These aren't people. These are animals," Callisto said.

"How can any leader say such things? You are supposed to set an example, to be a moral compass for your people," Nadia said, finally looking Callisto in the eyes, with nothing but disgust towards her. "You sent my brother away to Mater. He will never be able to return. I will never see my brother again."

"This isn't our fault. The Imperium Liberal Party members are forcing the breakup of families at the border with their horrible and cruel legislative agenda," Callisto replied with a shocking level of coolness in her voice.

"You sent my brother away to Mater. You did this. It is your policy and you should own up to it," Nadia said, her voice quavering with rage. "How can you separate families like this? How can you be so cold?"

That night, Nadia escaped from The Immigration Detention Center, and from Imperium.

Many weeks earlier, on the day she was taken from the razorblade workshop and was first locked up, she made certain to steal a razorblade and its case. Callisto had inadvertently given Nadia the idea of how to hide it. Nadia had been trying to come up with a way to smuggle the razorblade into the Detention Center cage, in the event that she would be incarcerated. Nadia thought of how Callisto always said "I love how much I can fit in there," and Nadia smiled as she slid the case containing the razorblade up inside her vagina.

Nadia waited. And on the night that Callisto told Nadia that she was going to send her away to Mater, Nadia took the razorblade that she had snuck in with her and she used it to cut through the fencing of her cage. Nadia knew that the razorblade would be enough to cut through the poorly made fencing. The cages had been so hastily built, due to the fact that the administration had implemented the policy with such poor planning, that she was able to cut through the cage and make a hole just big enough to squeeze her naked, petite body through. She was out of the cage, and now she just had to get out of Imperium.

The way Nadia got out of Imperium was to sneak out with the shipment of razorblades. She quietly made her way over to a reserve supply of razorblades that she knew would be shipped out the next morning. She took one of the shipping barrels and emptied out all of the razorblades from within. She hid the razorblades behind the bushes in the outside area of the workshop, and then she curled up inside the barrel and closed the lid on top of her.

Nadia made certain that neither Callisto nor the other Generals would open the barrel that she hid in. Nadia's hunger strike wasn't so much of a hunger strike after all. The real reason she had starved herself was not in protest, but it was in order to lose weight, enough in which she made certain she weighed just under one hundred pounds. So that way, when it came time for the slaves to weigh the barrel she was hiding in, she ensured that Callisto and the other generals wouldn't lift up that lid to check inside the barrel.

Nadia rode right out of the city of Imperium inside her barrel, right alongside the other shipping barrels in the wagon. When the slaves pulling the wagon made a routine stop several miles outside the city, Nadia carefully snuck out of the barrel and ran off into the woods, and into hiding.

She found a cave, a cave right by a rose garden adjacent to the Ladorian River. Nadia hid in the cave for weeks. She stole some blankets from the nearby shipping docks and used them to keep warm. She lived off of apples and peanuts, and she passed the time by painting, stealing all of her supplies from shipments at the docks.

During the time that Nadia was in hiding, she discovered that Chris passed by not too far from the cave on his daily mail delivery route. Nadia hid in the bushes and watched Chris as he passed by, strolling along in his sexy little summer dress without a care in the world. Nadia needed his help with something. She eventually gathered up the courage to approach him. Nadia emerged from the bushes. She stood naked, blocking his path, and he was startled by her sudden appearance, and stunned by her exposed, natural loveliness. Chris stopped in his tracks, dressed in his lavender floral print summer dress.

"Hello, Chris," Nadia said, her nude body fidgeting around nervously.

"Miss Nadia, I uh, I did not expect to see you in these parts," Chris said.

"Well, Chris, I was hoping it could be our little secret that I am out here," Nadia said, flirtatiously placing her hand on his shoulder.

"I am very fond of you, Miss Nadia. I always have been. It will be our secret. I promise," Chris said, his eyelashes humbly fluttering.

"I need something from you, Chris. I have written a letter. I need you to deliver it to Goddess Isabella Verus of Femininus. Will you do this for me?" Nadia asked, leaving her delicate hand on his shoulder.

"I um, I don't know Miss Nadia. It would be against protocol," Chris responded nervously.

Nadia moved over to a nearby tree stump and she sat down. She crossed her lissome legs, and Chris leered at her smooth thighs as they clenched together.

"Will you please do it? For me," Nadia asked, twirling her bare foot around in circles.

"I'm not supposed to deliver unauthorized mail. I could get into big trouble," Chris said.

"I'll let you kiss my feet," Nadia said, extending her leg, allowing her dainty foot to dangle in view of his desperate eyes.

"Why, why do you think I want to do that?" Chris stammered.

"I know you have a foot fetish, sissy. You are always looking down and staring at the Mistresses' feet. You said that my favorite color is crimson, only because you noticed the crimson nail polish on my toes. And you commented on how much I wore silver, because of my anklet; but you didn't bother to mention or notice the gold necklace I wear," Nadia said, running her fingers over her silver anklet.

"Yes please, I would love to worship your feet," Chris begged.

"Well, come over here and worship them, then," Nadia said, beckoning him with a curl of her index finger.

Chris rushed to her and he fell to his knees right in front of her.

"You have to promise me that you'll start delivering these letters for me," Nadia said as she playfully curled and uncurled her tiny, pink toes right in front of his face.

"Yes Miss Nadia, I promise. I promise," Chris said as he panted.

Nadia leaned her head to the side as she glared at him, and her tousled, golden brown hair cascaded down her shoulder. She ran her hands down her smooth sexy legs and then rubbed her enticing feet, teasing him with what he wanted most.

"You may kiss my feet," Nadia said nonchalantly.