Their tasks are assigned

The journey from the terminal to the service areas was a procession of absolute degradation. The seven women were shoved into the back of an official airport bus, but it was no ordinary vehicle; the seats had been removed to install metal bars to which they were shackled by the wrists, forcing them to remain standing and stumbling as the vehicle moved along the service tracks under the scorching sun.

The bus's air conditioning was blasting at maximum capacity, freezing the water that still clung to their bodies and sending goosebumps across everyone's skin. The guards, seated up front, laughed as they pointed out the different anatomies through the rearview mirror.

The First Stop: Cargo and Maintenance Zone

The bus braked abruptly in front of some industrial hangars. Two burly guards climbed aboard and pointed at Vanessa and Lucía.

"We need stamina for the mechanics' shift," one said, tugging at Vanessa's chain.

The purser, with her wide backside and large breasts, was dragged out. Lucía, the athletic student, followed her with a blank stare. Their destination was a filthy breakroom where dozens of workers awaited them to "release tension" after their shift. Mackenzie watched as they were forced onto their knees on the concrete before the hangar doors slammed shut.

Second Stop: The Security Officers' Club

The vehicle pulled up in front of a dark marble building. This time, the guard claimed Elena and Isabella.

"The officers prefer curves," the appraiser commented.

Elena, with her voluminous backside, and Isabella, with her imposing height and perfect breasts, were taken down from the bus. Mackenzie saw short leashes being attached to them, forcing them to walk close to the officers, who were already beginning to claim their private property with bold hands.

Third Stop: The Terminal's "Nursery" (Public Cleaning Service)

Chloe, the blonde apprentice, and Sofía, the businesswoman, were next. They were taken to the public restroom area of the international terminal.

Their task was humiliating: they had to clean the floors and toilets completely naked under the janitors' supervision, serving as visual entertainment for any traveler who walked in. Chloe wept, trying to cover her small breasts, but the beeping of her bracelet forced her to expose herself to the tourists.

The Final Stop: "The Golden Falcon" VIP Lounge

Finally, the bus stopped in front of a private entrance with a red carpet. Mackenzie was left alone with the chief guard.

"You're the special dish, redhead," he told her, unhooking her chain from the bar. "The airline investors are in the private lounge. They want an up-close look at why you're worth so much."

Mackenzie was pushed through golden doors into an atmosphere thick with shisha smoke and the scent of expensive perfume. The lounge was filled with powerful men dressed in silk suits. Upon seeing Mackenzie appear naked, her red hair contrasting with her pale, freckled skin, an expectant silence swept across the room.

Her pert backside and firm breasts were the immediate focus of a dozen hungry stares. The bracelet on her wrist emitted a soft beep, reminding her that she could not curl up or hide herself.

"Gentlemen," the guard announced, "here is the compensation for your flight delay. A unique piece from the cabin crew."

Mackenzie was forced to step onto a circular glass table in the center of the armchairs. There, under the light of the crystal chandeliers, she understood that her job was no longer to serve drinks, but to be the personal toy of those who had purchased her freedom for the price of an emergency landing. The first hand, jeweled and cold, settled onto her freckled thigh, and Mackenzie closed her eyes, praying for time to pass quickly in that luxury hell.