The video is replaced with a personal message for Sarah!

Scan lines slice into the video, jarring Sarah out of her fantasy. An image of Cecilia's, no, of **** #4566's hand caressing over the proud “A” on her belly is left frozen on the screen. For a few more seconds the audio struggles on, until it too cuts out. The screen goes black, and Sarah is left alone with the pounding of her heart and the aching in her sex.

“No... No! Just a few more seconds damn it!” All Sarah can do is whine and pounding the buttons of her mouse in frustration as she feels the peak that had been so close slipping away from her. “Please!”

As if someone heard her plea, a single black video box appears at the center of her monitor. Immediately she slides her fingers back into place as she waits, holding her breath, for the video to load. She'll take anything, no matter how lewd or vanilla, so long as she gets to finish.

The images wobbles, a handheld camera, and moves quickly into a moonlit room. Lights gently brighten to reveal a round red silk bed with black trim, and the three women curled up together on it. Two were fair skinned, one dark, and all three had bellies swollen with life.

“Peaches, wake up. I have something important for you to do.” It was a mans voice behind the camera. He had the tone of someone getting their dog ready for a walk.

One of the women stirred, and gave a pleased if sleepy groan. Rolling onto her back she spread her legs wide for the camera and spread her sex open with her fingers. Propping herself up on the dark skinned woman, who didn't seem to mind, she gave a droopy smile from behind a wild tangle of red hair.

It was Cecilia. Only she looked far different than the video from before. Her body had filled out, curvy without being fat, her hair shining, skin practically glowing. Oh, and her stomach was curved with a pregnancy that was clearly a few months along. Looking down Sarah felt her blood freeze as she noticed the red dot in the corner of the screen.

This was live.

“None of that... well maybe if you're a good girl and do a good job. Right now we're doing a video to help another slut like you. Say hi Sarah.”

The red-head giggled and looked right at the camera. “Hi Sarah! You're fingering yourself right now aren't you?” Sarah quickly realized she was right, her fingers had started moving on her own. “I know I was when they sent me my video.”

“Focus Peaches. Read the words on the screen.”

Cecilia... **** #4566... Peaches? The red-head gave a pouting sigh, then focused her gaze on something just beneath the camera. Sarah could see her eyes move back and forth as she read her script out loud.

“Sarah, you belong with us. You belong on the island. We heard of you long before you ever heard of us. Your psych profile, your browsing history, what you read, what you buy, they all point to a certain personality, one that will never be happy with freedom.”

“We're ordering you to come to the Island, to give yourself up for slavery. We won't **** you, not because we're giving you a choice, but because we know we don't need to.”

The ****'s eyes raised to the camera, and when she spoke again Sarah knew it was her own words again. “Whoever you're with right now, you'll never be happy.” Leaning back she slid a hand over the curve of her belly, showing off its shape for Sarah. Gaze still fixed on the camera, on Sarah, she leaned over the dark woman next to her and wrapped her lips around the tip of her breast. Suckling for a moment she raised her mouth again and let a dribble of fresh milk run down her chin. “It's time to come home.”

The room went dark again as the video cut out, but it wasn't silent. Sarah was left mewling and panting as her pussy pulsed with release, sending a wet gush onto her set. Good god, just who were these people?