Welcome to Naruda

Everyone from the plane files inside the terminal, led by the flight attendants. You move quickly through the terminal, noting some of the odd fashions being worn. The woman next to you for instance is wearing a collar, high heels and a silver spangly outfit reminiscent of a Vegas showgirl. It's a little odd, but you put it out of your mind, maybe it's Carnivale or something on this island.

After being led into a large, rather bare waiting room, with all the other passengers you mill around for a bit, noting the odd features in here too, several large cages are attached to the walls, and there are scuff marks on the plush carpet. Also a little odd, but nothing to be too concerned about. Those cages are probably for animals that are kept here before being put into special carriers to be transported on the plane.

After about an hour, the two pilots enter the meeting room, flanked by two female airport guards wearing navy blue uniforms, with pistols on their hips, and stern expressions on their faces. The pilot speaks first, addressing the assembled passengers. He looks a little sheepish.
"Heya folks, thank you for your patience. I know this isn't what any of us had planned. The good news is we got down okay, and we're all safe and sound here on the ground. The bad news is, the plane is in pretty bad shape. I'm not going to sugar-coat it, the mechanic said some bearing came loose in the engine and went whizzing around the engine like a bullet, it damaged some pretty vital machinery and it's going to be at least two weeks until the airline can send another plane to come and get us. That being said, the airline takes full responsibility for this and, is willing to pay for two weeks accommodation for everyone." A murmur ran through the crowd at these words. Some people looked annoyed, most people figured that being stuck on a tropical island for two weeks probably wasn't all that bad in the grand scheme of things. The pilot continues to speak, looking hesitant:
"Erm. There's something else. Something about this island that I didn't know before we landed here. It's a little...odd. I'm not really sure how to put this...erm..." the pilot seems lost for words, so one of the airport security ladies steps forward.
"To put it bluntly," she says, "Naruda is an island of slavery. This island used to be a haven for slavers and our culture grew from that. Here on Naruda, slavery is not just legal, it is mandatory. If you wish to be here, you must be either a master or a ****." A stunned silence met these words. She let it hang for a few seconds before continuing.
"I have spoken to your pilot, and the flight crew and informed them of this. Slavery is a part of our culture, and we consider it to be very important. Our society is set up around it. You will find that the Narudans are a very welcoming people...if you abide by our customs."
You can't believe what you're hearing. An island of slavery? Is that even legal? All of a sudden the cages on the wall appear far more menacing.

The pilot seems to have regained his composure now. He steps forward again and says
"I've been talking with the Narudan officials and the flight crew, all this is apparently legal, since they set their own laws, and they don't violate any international laws because they don't sell, trade or exchange the slaves, they just own them. Unfortunately this means that if we wish to stay here, we must follow their customs. Half of us must become slaves and half must be masters." He stepped aside to reveal a third Narudan airport official carrying a large tub full of what look like pet collars. The official placed the tub on the ground and stepped away.
"Those who will be slaves must take a collar. Do we have any volunteers?" The pilot asked tentatively. The room was dead silent for thirty seconds. You could have heard a pin drop.
"Fair enough. I thought that might be the case. Luckily the flight crew and I have devised a solution, something to make this fair and equitable. A lottery." By this stage most of the passengers had shaken off their initial disbelief and had entered the stage of denial.
"This is ridiculous." Said a gruff-looking guy with a bushy beard. "You can't make us do this."
"Yeah," a prim blonde woman called out. "We don't have to stand for this." The crowd, emboldened by these two speakers, started to get riled up.

The Narudan airport official stepped forward, fingering the handcuffs on her belt.
"These are our customs, and our laws. You will comply with them, or you will be arrested and spend your time here in prison." She said sternly.

The next few hours passed very quickly, with the crowd arguing with the pilot, the flight crew and the Narudan airport officials. After a while though, most of the passengers seemed to accept that their best option is to just comply with Narudan rules, not cause a scene and do as they're told. You certainly don't see what the big deal is. Yeah, this whole 'slavery' thing is a hell of a bombshell to drop on someone, but really, it's a much better alternative than prison. Heck maybe it won't even be too bad. After all, you are on a lovely tropical island.

Soon the passengers except the bearded man who had spoken out earlier, agreed to follow the laws and customs of Naruda. The pilot then explained how the slaves would be chosen.
"Fortunately we have here an even number of people. 52 of us, including the pilots and flight crew. We also have an even number of men and women. 26 men, 26 women, which is fortuitous. So, here's what we're going to do. To make things fair, even and random, we shall have a lottery, or more like a raffle, I suppose. The men will step forward and take a ticket from this blue tub, the women will take a ticket from this red tub. Each ticket will have a number between 1 and 26, and either the letter S or the letter M on it. S is for ****, M is for master. You must then find the person with the corresponding ticket. For instance:" the pilot plunged his hand into the blue tub and emerged with a ticket. "I have ticket 24 M, this means that I will be the master over whichever female draws ticket 24 S. Do we all understand?" Everyone nodded.
The flight crew promptly organised everyone into two equal lines. You are towards the back of your line, but not the very back. There are maybe 8 people behind you. Slowly, the lines inch forward, each person taking a ticket, then moving off to stand at the side. After what seems like an eternity, you reach the front of the line. You figure there's no sense it waiting, better to get it done and have it over with. You plunge your hand into the tub and grab a ticket. You move off to the side. You make eye contact with Leah, across the room. You can't help but think of what it would be like to be her master. For her to have to obey your every order. You get hard just thinking about it. As the last two people step forward and take their tickets, you finally look down at yours.

16 S. You can't believe it. That S, means you're going to be a ****. Even though you knew this was possible, you didn't think it would happen to you. You'd just kind of assumed that you'd be a master. Your heart starts to race and you start to feel a little queasy. What have you just done? What have you agreed to? You're going to be a **** for the next two weeks. The best you can hope for now is a master that isn't going to take things too far.
"And that's all the tickets gone." The pilot announced. "Everybody find the person with the corresponding ticket. Then slaves, take a collar. Then we can all get our bags and get to our hotels and start this vacation."
Everyone starts moving around the room, comparing tickets, trying to find their master or ****. You stand, frozen in place, unable to comprehend it all. Eventually everyone else is paired up, and there's just one person left, who must have the corresponding ticket to yours.