Her journey is different, but it ends the same.

Sarah wasn’t sure who’d she’d been expecting to be driving, maybe a thick necked and silent G-Man, or some ultra-advanced self-driving thing, but instead her driver was a rather cute girl only a little younger than herself. Short hair and pale skin gave her a pixie look, and from the plastic rainbow bracelet she wore Sarah guessed she was a Lesbian. She was an Uber driver, and quite eager to chit-chat the whole trip. While Sarah was too preoccupied to give more than the simplest replies, the girl was more than happy to carry the conversation all by herself.

They pulled up to a security booth along side a long chain-link fence. Instead of the docks she’d seen in the background of Cecilia’s video, they’d gone to a commercial airport on the edge of town. Doubt suddenly began to nag at Sarah. Was she just making a fool of herself? Maybe the Uber had been for her neighbor. Maybe there was no Island, and it was just a silly porno after all. Would that be better? Someone would yell at her for being so stupid, sure, but then she’d be able to go home to Ethan and forget all about this.

A security guard gave her driver some instructions Sarah didn’t catch, then waved them onto the tarmac.

“Well, aren’t you a special girl? They never have me pull all the way up to the flight. You a secret princess? Movie star?” The driver’s voice had a teasing note to it, as well as a light southern twang.

“Oh, you know, just going to a mysterious Island to sell myself into sex slavery.” Putting her face into her hands, Sarah decided to own her mistake. She’d apologize, pay for the ride she’d stolen, and try to be good natured as everyone made fun of her.

“Wait… what?”

“That’s right. A global cabal of sex slavers want me to be their new brood-mare. You know, that old chestnut.”

Brakes whined as they pulled up next to a prop plane a little bigger than a city bus. The engine gave a few last rumbles then was silent. Slowly Sarah lifted her face up again, and found her driver starring back at her with wide eyes.

“You got a video too?”

Before she could answer, someone rapt her window twice with their knuckle. Outside was a man more like she’d originally expected. Thickly built, sunglasses, and a professional looking suit, the stranger was everything she’d pictured when she thought of a high-class goon. Once he had Sarah’s attention, he hooked his finger and beckoned her outside.

Sarah’s hand shook so badly that she couldn’t work the door handle. Her eyes were fixed on her own reflection in the man’s glasses, and she only looked away after her third failed attempt at opening the door. Finally, she figured it out, but she felt so flustered that she didn’t trust her own legs, and took the man’s hand when he offered it. He hoisted her up out of her seat as if she weighed nothing to him, and from the strength she felt in his grip she probably didn’t.

“I… I’m Sarah. I don’t think I’m supposed to…”

“You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be ****.” His voice was accented, Australian or New Zealand maybe. “Your accommodations are this way. We will proceed shortly.”

Not sure what to do with herself, but certain she didn’t want to risk displeasing this man in any way, she folded her arms in front of her and waited for instructions. He proceeded around the front of the vehicle to the driver’s side door, and knocked on it the same way he had Sarah’s. A moment passed and nothing happened, and Sarah saw the man’s expression tilt into a slight frown. Knocking again the door still didn’t open, but the window rolled down.

“Exit the car ****.”

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m just the driver. She’s the one who…”

“You have earned punishment ****. Obey or your punishment will be increased. Exit the car.”

Another second of silence went by before the car door slowly opened. Head bowed nervously, her driver got out without looking the man in the face. Seeing her standing, she really did seem like a pixie, the top of her head not even reaching the middle of their escort’s chest.

It occurred to Sarah at that moment that despite how cold and domineering the man seemed, he so far hadn’t physically **** either of them. They’d opened their doors and gotten out themselves, and he’d only touched Sarah to help her stand. He wasn’t armed or restraining them. If they ran, would he stop them? Shouldn’t they try?

“Step on board the plane.”

The thought of resisting was gone in an instant, and Sarah found herself obeying on reflex. Walking from the car to the plane and up the rolling metal stairs to get on board must have been at least two hundred feet if not more, yet it seemed like only the blink of an eye before she was inside. Adjusting to the dim light inside, Sarah had expected to find rows of tightly packed seats filled with uncomfortable looking people. Instead she was faced with a line of cages, at least six, each with a pair of demure looking women inside. Only the one nearest her was empty, and she suspected she knew why.

“Strip.”

Overwhelmed, Sarah couldn’t think to do anything but obey. Slipping off her dress was easy enough; she’d bought it specifically in the hopes it’d be taken off after all. In fact she’d hoped Ethan would tear it off her, maybe saying something nasty and tossing her onto the bed while he was at it. That had never happened. Thinking of him made her ache all over again, but it also reminded Sarah why she was here. Feeling just a little more certain, she decided to bend over by half when she reached down to collect her pumps, making a nice show of her sex while she did so.

When she stood again Sarah nearly jumped when she found herself face to face with her escort. He grinned at her, and offered out his hands to collect her dress and shoes. When she gave them over he dumped them into a bin without looking. Reaching out she felt those strong fingers of his run slowly up her neck, until he cupped her chin. Forcing her to look into his eyes, or into his sunglasses at least, he ran his thumb affectionately over her cheek.

“Good girl.”

Releasing her, he gestured toward the empty cage for Sarah to get in. Her only hesitation was in figuring out how to do so. It was too short to walk into, so she had to get down onto all fours and crawl in, making another show of her exposed pussy as she did so. Once inside she folded her legs Indian style and sat down.

Her driver had only partially obeyed the command. Pink from head to toe, she stripped down to only her purple and white striped bra and panties, but showed no sign of continuing.

“Strip. Everything.”

“I… I… I think I made a mistake? I’m just gonna go?” She motioned back toward the hatched they’d entered from, which was still open. Their escort made no move to stop her.

“Your punishment has been increased ****. Obey.” He stepped closer, and hard edge to him, but the way out was still open.

“I… can’t. Will you help me? Please?”

“Your punishment has been increased.” Despite that he did as she asked. Grabbing the cups of her bra, one in each hand, he popped them apart like they were made of paper. A moment later her panties got the same treatment, revealing her neatly shaved bush and perky nipples. Still shaking she nodded her thanks and moved to enter the cage with me, only to have a heavy hand put on her shoulder. “Spread your legs.”

Not waiting to see if she’d obey this time or not, the man kicked her legs apart. From her sitting position Sarah had good view, and was surprised to find that the girl was glistening wet with need. A metal case was pulled out of an overhead compartment, and from it their guard took out what looked like a set of steel panties. He fixed them onto the driver, and just before the crotch slid into place Sarah saw something attached slip inside her. Something clicked when he closed it on her.

Satisfied, he gestured for her to enter the cage with Sarah. Resistance gone for the moment, she crawled inside, and both women had to struggle to find a comfortable position together. Eventually they settled on Sarah sitting with her legs spread out in front of her, and her driver between them. The moment they stopped squirming though, Sarah felt the girl jolt in surprise, and thought she could hear a buzzing noise coming from the metal panties.

“Your punishment will continue for the duration of the flight.” Something sinister crept into their captor’s voice.

The girl began breathing heavy, clutching at Sarah’s legs as she squirmed in pleasure. For a moment the buzzing increased in pitch, and the girl mewled in delight. Just as it seemed like she might peak, the buzzing cut out altogether.

“What? Wait! Not yet!” She bucked her hips against the floor, knocking herself into Sarah who was starting to feel her own frustration rise. Nothing came of it.

“Enjoy the trip.” The hatch slid closed, the lights went out, the engine roared to life, and faintly, Sarah heard the toy start buzzing again.