Evaluation time

When the girls awoke they were all standing in a row in an undecorated, grungy room with stone floors and walls. They were also all naked. Across from them stood the hippy man Hazel had met, a large black man with a similar greenish hue that they would soon learn was named Birch, and a scantily clad blonde woman with a hourglass figure, who was wearing a strange collar with some plastic and metal protrusions.

Though they were all terrified, their faces all portrayed the same flat, disinterested emotion. Even worse, they appeared to have lost the ability to control their bodies or to think in words. Only emotions and flashes of images ran through their minds.

After a few moments, the hippy spoke. “Welcome to your new home. My name is Basil and I am your new owner. This may come as upsetting news to you, but you should in fact rejoice for you have gotten in near the ground floor of the next stage in human evolution. You are now members of a new society, constituted on the basis of a symbiotic relationship between humans and evolutionary nanites. The nanites enable us to live in neverbefore seen harmony with nature – and to return our species to it's natural order of male domination. Your role will be to maximize the usefulness of your body to our society. In return for obedience we will guarantee your health and pleasure and that you will never have to occupy your simple female brains with the type of higher-order thinking that is meant for men.”

Still in the strange aware-trance, the girls just accepted this information passively. Processing it, reacting to it, would have to come later.

“Ok,” Basil said, dropping his speech giving tone and becoming more casual “Let's see what we've got.”

First he stood before Violet and looked her over. “Not bad,” he said. “34 26 38... black obviously. Needs a shave. Otherwise she could work the club.” The other woman appeared to be writing down everything he was saying. Then he stepped forward and grabbed her, squeezing her breasts, nipples and ass and feeling all over. Violet felt strangely OK with this. “Not much of a milker... Nice muscle firmness, reasonably fit, could work the field too.” Then he reached between her legs, feeling her holes and probing with fingers. “Wide birth canal, could work in the warrens... she's slightly used, ... and apparently very recently.” He drew his hand to his face and smelled it. “And bareback.” He sighed. “Ok, first things first take her to medical and see if she's pregnant, if not put her in the club and see how she does.”

Next he stood before Angie. “This is quite the specimen. 38 24 35... perfect for milking, not much of a field hand or a warrens girl. Obviously they'd love her in the club.” Then he reached now and felt her holes. “Hmm, really well used. And recently up the ass, haha, you'll fit in just fine here,” He said as he slapped her ass playfully.

Next was Lily. He stood before her silently for a moment, then he sighed. “Well shit, this one needs some work. Looks about a 32 23 34 after we take those bolt-ons out. Very fit. She's pretty used, not her ass though. Take her to medical to get those fake tits out and then put her in the fields I guess.” Lily's placid demeanor belied the confused terror she felt. She knew something very scary was happening, but it was as though she couldn't form words in mind.

Finally it was Hazel's turn. “30 23 34, fair skin, red hair, fit...” He seemed almost bored by the time he reached down and grabbed her sex. Then he suddenly perked up. “Holy shit she's a virgin.” Birch suddenly looked interested, Basil jerked his hand away like Hazel's snatch was a hot stove. “Wow...” Basil looked contemplative, and slightly regretful. “Well you remember what I said Birch, next virgin is yours. You can take the one with the big tits too, if you want her. Usual price on that one though.” Birch nodded smugly. Hazel looked a birch, six and a half feet of bulging muscular black man smiled back at her. Part of her knew she might wind up getting fucked on this trip, but not at all like this. Still she felt worse for getting her friends into this mess.

“Ok. that's that,” Basil said. Then he, Birch and the other woman walked out of the room. Moments later the woman returned with some other girls, likewise wearing collars. Strangely some of them also appeared to have tails! No one asked why, and no explanation was offered, instead they wordless directed the girls out of the room and to their destinations.