"Alternate" Registration

The inside of the office was clean and efficient. It looked like any of the bureaucratic hellholes back in her homeland. Ending up in one of those offices was a common occurrence for even basic needs. And the pervasive corruption meant you always left with a lighter wallet. Young girls like Camila sometimes left with a heavier belly as well, but she had been fortunate to escape that fate.

Her luck had apparently run out.

Behind the desk was a white woman in her late thirties. She was blonde with a power bob haircut. Her suit was cut surprisingly short and her blouse was open more than one would expect, even in this heat. She wore a bizarre necklace and bracelet, both of which were glowing red. It was a far more revealing outfit than Camila would have ever chosen, but she would trade it for the filthy jumpsuit and shackles any time.

"Please, have a seat, Camila," she said with a smile. The man from the boat **** her down into the seat and took the one next to her. "We can take those off for you and add these instead."

The man unlocked the shackles from her wrists and ankles. The woman handed him a collar and bracelet like the one she was wearing, and he clasped them onto Camila. They locked in such a way that Camila could not remove them. They glowed red like the blonde woman's.

She shook the man's hand and introduced herself. "Barbara Maxwell, Alternative Registrations."

"Miguel Costa, Rehabilitation Counselor."

"Excellent. We've had success working with your government before and we hope to continue the relationship," Barbara smiled.

"Absolutely," Miguel said.

Barbara sat down and turned to Camila. "So has Mr. Costa explained the nature of Freedonia?"

Camila sat in stony silence.

"I can speak for her if she declines. I have not explained, please feel free to continue," Miguel stated.

"Very well. Freedonia is a unique resort catering to the wealthy and elite of society. The resort owns the entire island and any means on or off. We are, effectively, a sovereign state beyond the reach of your country's law. The paperwork signed by your country's representative..." She gestured to Mr. Costa. "...have effectively waived your civil rights. The extent of your legal status is determined by a contract."

Barbara pulled a large document from her desk and shows her the signature.

"What does that mean?" Camila finally broke her silence.

"It means you are the property of the resort. You work for us and abide by our rules. If you fail to heed them, we will return you to your government and they will handle it as they see fit."

Camila knew she would never even make it back to the mainland if they put her on that boat again. If she was going to find a way off, it would have to be something else entirely.

"So let's discuss your duties. Every woman on the island wears a necklace and bracelet just like this." She points to hers, glowing red. "When it is green any man may order her to engage in whatever sexual activities he wishes, provided it doesn't bring lasting harm."

Miguel interrupted her. "So if yours was green I could order you to bend over this desk right now?"

"Yes, indeed, sir," Barbara smiled. "However, for normal employees or female guests, the collars remain red in certain areas to allow for the performance of their duties or to grant them rest. At other times, the necklace glows green on a random schedule but not more than an agreed-upon number of hours per day."

"But she is not a normal employee," Miguel interrupted again.

"Correct again, sir. Camila is here under a separate program. The typical rules can be suspended or changed at will by her designated Rehabilitation Officer. That being you, obviously."

Miguel clapped his hands together with glee while Camila raged in silence. They intended to make her the cheapest whore to the richest men.

Barbara continued. "There are additional requirements. Obviously as befitting an employee of the resort, you are not allowed to refuse requests from the guests, tell either the guests or any fellow employees about your arrangement, hide, or attack the guests or staff in any way. Some of the guests do enjoy a struggle when they take a girl but it is up to you not to injure them."

Camila grounded her teeth. Meekly submitting to these **** pigs was enough to drive her mad!

"And one last, critical rule," Barbara paused for emphasis. "Only some of our staff and none of our guests are aware of your role here. As far as anyone knows, you are here on a contract like any of the other girls. If you tell any guest or fellow employee about this arrangement, your deal is void. You will be sent back to your home country immediately."

Barbara pushed a button on her desk and spoke into a microphone. "Camila is ready for her first work assignment."

Another chipper young woman opened a side door and came in.

"Hi, Barbara!" she smiled and waved. Camila noticed the necklace on her as well, glowing under her brown hair. Barbara wasn't kidding that all the women had to wear it. The new girl led Camila out of the room.