New Order Training Campus - North America

In the morning with howling high desert winds, walked out the door of the strange corporate building, Amber, confused and a little scared of the world around her. She still hadn't gotten used to the weird furry ass rubbing her inner thighs or the butt plug playing with her hole with every step. She could see other female students starting the day with young, well-dressed men escorting the girls, the ones using ridiculously sexual uniforms and collars. The number of girls seemed to be greater than the number of male students, who calmly walked enjoying the variety of sex slaves the educational institution had. Amber saw blondes, brunettes, redheads and even dyed-haired e-girls... And the girls looked back at her, displaying a diverse range of reactions, most staring curiously, and others visibly gossiping about her presence.

"I'm going to explode with shame" Amber thought while walking, her face all red...

Some had a cat tiara like her, mostly e-girls that were pulled by the collar by their masters. Amber decided not to waste time, and soon began to fastly move away from the building. She really wanted to have some pockets to put her cell phone in, but as that wasn't the case, for now she carried it in her hands. She eventually found a sign indicating the region of the house she was looking for, and it wasn't really that far away. The morning sun intensified every moment, bad news for her extremely white skin, which really wasn't used to sunbathing.

The houses and small buildings really explained the social inequality existing on that campus. Some residences were large mansions that exuded financial prosperity and other buildings were small buildings subdivided into countless smaller apartments. By no means can we say that the students from the lowest socioeconomic level had difficulty, but we can say that people knew who were the children of the high elite who resided on the campus. The young masters looked at the white-haired girl as she walked in shame, like predators eyeing prey. Amber had to hold her mind a little, which was starting to form submissive thoughts. She was attracted to both the masters and the slaves, who were all extremely beautiful. We can say that the sexual deprivation, the pill she had been **** to take and the situation didn't help to keep the new ****'s pussy dry.

She even thought about running away through the merciless desert, but she could easily see the tall watchtowers with guards carrying rifles, cameras and fences that the complex possessed, not to mention the high-tech **** paraphernalia she was **** to wear. Running out really wasn't a very smart choice, so she kept walking as fast as she could, avoiding the surroundings and praying that this "Marcus" guy could help her get out of this hell.

"How can these people find all this shit normal?" She thought, scared and curious...

Soon, she approached the housing zone of the houses in zone 800. To call those buildings simply "houses" was really to diminish what they really were. The zone covered by gigantic mansions of apparent absolutist inspiration, real palaces detailed in gold and decorated with extremely expensive cars. And house 846 was no different from the rest of the neighborhood, perhaps, it was even the biggest of all with a perfect green lawn that portrayed the level of care. Amber was entering, as no employee seemed to be present outside. She raised her hand and rang the bell, her whole arm shaking with panic...