A very detailed examination

The hangar was a cavernous space of concrete and corrugated metal, where the desert heat concentrated until the air felt almost solid. There was no sign of the Red Cross or embassies; only rustic wooden tables and men with tablets who observed the women as if they were prize livestock.

The guards shoved the seven women toward the center of the hangar. Mackenzie, with her silk and metal collar already tightened, felt the floor burning the soles of her feet.

"Formation!" shouted the lead appraiser, a man with icy eyes holding an electronic scanner. "The State does not accept defective merchandise. Clothes off! Now!"

Mackenzie had nothing left to remove except the tatters of what was once a uniform, but the others hesitated. A crack of a whip against the floor was enough for panic to overcome modesty. One by one, the seven women stood exposed under the harsh glare of industrial spotlights.

The appraiser began the "damage check," evaluating each woman with terrifying coldness:

• Mackenzie: Being the first, her red hair contrasted with her pale back. The appraiser weighed her firm, pink-tipped breasts, assessing their weight with gloved hands. Forcing her to turn, he struck her perky, freckled backside, her white skin flushing instantly. With a blunt movement, the man spread her buttocks to inspect her sex with its full lips and reddish hair, noting on his tablet the "perfect chromatic harmony" of her skin.

• Vanessa: The cabin chief was examined with rigor. The appraiser lifted her large, heavy breasts to search for imperfections before moving to her broad, toned rear, which received a resounding slap to test its firmness. Finally, he inspected her sex with its dark tones and dense hair, grading her as a female of "high maturity and endurance" for prolonged service.

• Elena: The Latina flight attendant was surrounded by guards. Her generous, turgid breasts were the first focus of attention, followed by her voluminous, rounded backside that quivered with her sobbing. The appraiser used a metal rod to part her thighs, revealing cinnamon-skinned genitals and prominent lips, whose evident moisture was noted as a sign of "biological availability."

• Chloe: The trainee was treated with a delicacy that was almost cruel. Her breasts, small as buttons, were measured with calipers. Turning her around, the man stroked her petite, narrow rear—almost childlike—before exposing her narrow, rosy sex with its nearly invisible platinum-blonde hair, noting that her value lay in her look of "absolute purity."

• Sofía (Passenger): A businesswoman who had been traveling in First Class, she kept her gaze high while they examined her natural, harmonious breasts. The appraiser analyzed her athletic rear, a product of the gym, and then inspected her completely shaven, pale-pink vulva, noting that the lack of hair allowed for a clear view of her "excellent anatomical configuration."

• Lucía (Passenger): A young student returning from vacation, she trembled as they measured her compact breasts. Her rear, hardened by sports, was inspected closely, noting the tan lines. The appraiser parted her intimate lips to observe her sex with its short lips and trimmed brown hair, confirming her health was optimal for the transit market.

• Isabella (Passenger): She took the longest. The appraiser admired her large, perfect breasts before losing himself in the inspection of her wide, statuesque backside, which he described as a "work of art." Finally, he revealed her sex with its long, silky lips framed by jet-black hair, declaring her a "royal grade" piece for her impeccable symmetry.

Mackenzie watched the line of naked, marked bodies. There were no longer any distinctions between flight attendants and passengers, between the wealthy and the working class. Mackenzie felt the hot air brushing against her exposed sex and bare rear while the beep of her bracelet **** her to maintain an arched posture, highlighting every one of her curves for the appraisers' delight.

"All functional," the appraiser declared, stowing his tablet. "Take them to the glass cages in the terminal."

Mackenzie felt a tug on her chain. As she walked toward the exit, the beeping on her wrist reminded her with every step that, in this country, even her right to try and cover herself had been stripped away.