They fast track her. Sarah’s in high demand!

From just the sheer length of the flight their destination must have been on the other side of the world, and every moment of it was sheer ****. Not for the obvious reasons like being locked up in total darkness, or not knowing their fate. Sarah’s cell mate was driving her absolutely mad as the little thing endured the punishment she’d earned.

Every minute of the flight her former driver was either writhing and mewling in pleasure, or else crying pathetically to finally be allowed release. While she’d never considered herself bisexual before now, Sarah wanted nothing more than to flip the girl over and pound the girl with a rubber cock until she passed out from orgasm. That or ride her face so at least one of them could have some release.

At first, she’d try to see if she could push her over the edge. Not bothering to ask permission she’d pressed her lips into the girl’s pale neck, nibbling softly upward until she reached her ear, then lightly biting and tugging on the lobe. Whispering how beautiful she was, how she was the first woman Sarah had ever wanted, all while massaging her pert little breasts.

It was no good. The metal panties that’d been locked onto her were a masterpiece of sadism. Whatever computer or sensors had been built into that thing, it could tell when its victim was going to reach climax early and always shut down in time to deny them. The device could even chill itself, becoming ice cold against the girl’s pussy for brief moments to make sure she found no release.

All Sarah managed to accomplish was to work herself up with an aching need of her own. Eventually she’d settled on trying to distract the girl, and herself.

“So… uh… what’s your name?”

“I don’t think it…” she let out a low, whimpering breath as the toy hummed to life again, “…don’t think it matters anymore. The girl in my video had her name taken away. Yours too, right?”

“Yeah, her new Master named her Peaches.” Sarah lazily rolled her companion’s nipple between her fingers. Although she’d given up helping her climax, she’d gotten into the habit of playing with her companion’s body.

“Really? In the follow up video on my girl they just called her Cunt. She’d been locked into a stockade like a cow, even had a ring going through her nose. When they made her read my invitation she was totally blissed out. They had to use a shocker on her butt to get her to focus. I don’t think she’d been allowed to speak for a long time before that.”

“And you still came?”

“Well, they didn’t give me a choice, did they?” Her voice lacked conviction, and from the motion of her eyes Sarah could tell she was thinking back to all the opportunities they’d had to just walk away. “Anyways, this is probably for the best. Keep me from doing anything stupid.”

“Like what?”

“My girlfriend was a sweetheart, but I just couldn’t be satisfied with her. I started cheating. First, I just wanted someone more dominant, then I gradually found myself with outright abusive women. Mean, ugly, the less I was attracted to them the harder I’d come. I didn’t want a lover, I wanted to be used as toy for someone else’s pleasure. I let men have me for the first time. Dressed like a slut, would go into dark allies and sass the men I found there until they put me in my place. Pure luck I didn’t catch anything.”

As she spoke the girl sank back into Sarah’s lap, letting the pleasure of the buzzing toy wash over her even though she new it’d never let her climax. Admitting to her own depravity let her loose herself in memory. Suddenly Sarah had a crystal-clear picture of exactly who this girl was.

“Whore…”

“Hmm?” The girl wasn’t sure she’d heard the hissed insult correctly.

“Filthy, ungrateful whore!” She squealed in pain as Sarah pinched down hard on the nipple she’d been playing with, giving it a cruel twist. “You had someone who loved you and you just ran away!” Digging in with her fingertips she raked the girl’s chest and belly painfully, over and over again, leaving angry red marks that were hidden by the darkness of the cabin.

The girl beneath her didn’t give any argument or protest. All she could offer was pathetic whimpers as Sarah and the toy both worked to make her as miserable as possible.

“Ethan loved you and you left him to go get bred like some filthy animal!” Sarah punctuated the accusation by sinking her teeth down into her victim’s shoulder, not relenting until she tasted copper against her tongue. She went stiff beneath Sarah, back arching, panting hard. Bucking her hips, she instinctively tried to drive the toy in deeper, forgetting it was attached to her, and blissfully rode out her long-delayed climax.

Light suddenly stabbed at Sarah’s eyes, making her wince. The cabin door had been open, and for a moment she was terrified they’d all be sucked out into the open sky. Quickly enough she realized they were safely on the ground, and that with all her attention focused on her cellmate, she hadn’t noticed them landing.

Looking down at her spent, sweaty companion Sarah wasn’t sure if she ought to apologize. Eyes half lidded with a dopey smile set into her face, the girl seemed perfectly content with how things had played out. Beads of crimson were forming around the edge of the love bite she’d given her, but it wasn’t bad. Ultimately Sarah helped straighten her hair out a bit, and gave her a parting kiss on the cheek.

Odds were that they’d never see each other again after this.

The goon from before stepped out of the captain’s cabin, while outside Sarah saw another metal staircase being positioned outside the hatch. Going back to front he let each of the other women out of their cages and led them to the exit, letting them lean against his thick arms as they got used to walking again.

Sarah was the last to be let out, with her former driver going before her. Their escort took a moment to finally unlatch the girl from the metal panties, tossing them aside for someone else to clean up. Her bite wound didn’t go unnoticed. Putting some antiseptic and a bandage on it, he shot Sarah a quizzical look, but didn’t comment.

Being led down the metal stairs Sarah was suddenly very aware of the fact that she was naked. Free of the shadowy interior of the plane she was fully exposed to the bright, open expanse of her new home. They’d landed on a thin, rough looking airstrip flanked on both sides with rows of palm trees. Though the metal was cold under her feet the breeze was warm and welcoming, caressing pleasantly over her bare skin.

Once she reached the bottom, she and the other girls were lined up shoulder to shoulder just off the runway. Their plane rumbled away, heading down towards a simple hangar in the distance, leaving the women stranded alone save for their guard.

A moment later a black luxury car with tinted windows pulled up. Heels clicking sharply on the tarmac, a prim looking woman with a tight blond bun stepped out. Drawing closer, Sarah could see that while she was wearing a smart looking suit jacket and pencil skirt, she was completely nude beneath, and what she’d though was a choker and necklace was actually a dog collar with a metal loop. Silently she began to walk down the line of nude women, inspecting them like she was judging meat at the grocery store.

“Welcome to Ananke, or Breeding-****-Island as I’m sure you know it. I am Mistress Jane. Before we begin, let me be very clear about something; you are all property.” She paused for a moment to inspect one of the women, sliding a thumb into her mouth and urging her jaw open so her teeth could be inspected. “You can be ****, abused, even killed, and no one will help you.”

“Your last chance to back out was lost the moment you set foot on our soil. This Island in the last nation on earth where slavery is openly and unambiguously legal. All women, without exception, are chattel. Even me. Today my master has commanded that I help process you. Tomorrow I may be sharing his bed, licking his boots, or birthing his heirs. Service is the ultimate pleasure, and once you accept this you will know the bliss that I have known.”

As she finished her speech another person exited the vehicle, this time a man carrying a leather medical bag. One by one each girl was examined. Blood drawn, teeth inspected, thermometer up the ass, fingers up their twat. Since the doctor didn’t bother with gloves, each woman after the first got a taste of the previous one’s pussy. Each time he finished, Mistress Jane would pinch a stapler looking device to their ears, leaving behind an id tag with their **** number hanging like an earring.

When Sarah’s turn came, she did her best to cooperate, even shooting a shy smile after the doctor drew is fingers from her mouth. She wanted to be a good girl. While some of the other women had started to nervously shuffle at the blonde woman’s announcement, it’d actually been a relief for Sarah. No more chances meant no more worry. Now that she was property it was out of her hands.

Sarah, her former driver, and a tall, rather regal looking black woman were all spared the ear tags, and when the rest of the women were ordered to march, the three of them were stopped. Mistress Jane approached her and looked her over, appreciating her form rather than looking for flaws. A soft finger ran of Sarah’s face, tracing the line of her jaw, and she leaned into it.

“Natural blonde, higher than average IQ, good bone structure, almost no genetic defects. We’ve been very eager to acquire this **** since we first became aware of her. No need for normal processing on this one. Senior management has something special in mind for her.”