Inez suffers in silence. Meanwhile on Earth...

The slaver took his huge cock in one hand and pointed it at Inez's gaping asshole. It was obvious to Joanna that the man had had surgical enhancement to his genitals, his cock was frighteningly huge with ridged veins running it's length. The bastard continued his monologue to the cambot as he readied himself.

"See how her ringpiece is twitching." He noted. "The poor little whore is trying to clench her hole, but her ring is still stretched from the anal shocker and it would take a few minutes for her her muscles to relax enough to close her asshole again."

His hand swung down onto the firm flesh of Lopez's proffered heart shape ass with a loud crack that made Joanna and the other Angels wince. With a grunt his hips lunged forward and he sunk half the length of his monstrous phallus into Inez's bowels. Inez's face screwed up in disgust as the vile cock rammed into her and she gritted her teeth to stop herself crying out.

Joanna's own bottom clenched around the plug in her ass as the slaver thrust home and her body stiffened as she prepared to receive a shock should Inez cry out. The latina was no stranger to cock, her whoring exploits in the brothels that invariably sprang up around marine bases was legendary. Joanna had often enough heard the corporal regaling the younger troopers with stories of her sexual activity. Then however she had always been the dominant, men had been hers to ride and their cocks used as she saw fit.

The slaver's hips began to buck as soon as his meat was inside Inez's ass. He thrust hard and long, forcing his gigantic dick deep into the Angel's rectum. He picked up speed quickly, fucking her ass savagely and slapping her buttocks hard with palm of his hand. The corporal remained silent, though Joanna could see from her strained expression that it was taking considerable effort not to cry out in anguish and pain.

Lightyears away from the slaveship and the torment of the enslaved Angels a meeting was in progress. The setting was a boardroom of one of Earth's megacorporations. A dozen business suited women sat around a huge table, each was the CEO of her own business empire. At the head of the table the chief of the largest and most poerful corporation sat. Ms Sabrina Woolf was nearing sixty, but with work of the best doctors her enormous wealth could buy barely looked to be in her mid twenties. She slapped the table with a slim and elegantly manicured hand.

"Ladies, come to order please." She called out, her voice hard and steely in contrast to her beautiful and femine appearance. "This extraordinary meeting has been called to discuss the progress of operation mothball. Saunders, you've been hands on with this. Give us an update on progress."

Lisa Saunders stood and cleared her throat. A junior executive in Woolf's corporation, she was half her boss's age with shoulder length blonde hair tied back into a severe bun. A fast riser in the cutthroat she took care to always appear and dress slightly less attractively than her seniors. No matter how good she was at her job she knew that womanly rivalry could halt her meteoric rise up the corporate ladder.

"As you're all aware from the meeting that set operation mothball in motion drastic cuts to the standing military are required." She began. "Due to the shortsightedness of civilian authority overly genorous pensions and retirement packages are in place for military personnell. With the huge numbers of personell that would be retired with downsizing, corporate taxation would inevitably be increased. In addition the return to Earth of hundreds of thousands of young women used to **** would reverse the long trend of falling crime rates and prison populations. The estimated increased spending on police and correctional facilities are in appendix B of the overview."

The corporate bosses shuffled papers and indignant mutters could be heard as the costs were read.

"Thanks to decades of successful social engineering Earths population is now 96% female. However in the outer reaches of colonised space outside our direct influence, distribution of genders is more balanced and on some planets even reversed." Lisa's words came as a surprise to some of the women and there were a few gasps of shock as they tried to imagine a society were men were common. "These planets tend to be socially and technologically backward and are usually poor markets. However here fit young women are a commodity they will pay handsomely for in exchange for raw materials."

"You mean that our retired military can be resettled offworld." One corporate chief asked. "But don't their enlistment terms state they'll be rehoused here on Earth and paid final salary pensions for life?"

"Yes unfortunately they do. To attempt to seed them voluntarily into the outer colonies would be futile. However most of the outer colonies are unconcerned with the niceties of contracts and will take the troopers regardless. Naturally the military would resist if the scheme was common knowledge so the situation must be handled covertly." Lisa paused to allow the women to read between lines and realise what was being suggested.

"But the military forces would surely be able to defeat any of the colonies that bought their personnell?" One woman objected. "You said yourself that they tend to be technologically inferior."

"The military are equipped with hardware we supplied. Hardware we know how to neutralise and that knowledge can be passed to the outer colonists allowing them to round up as many troopers as we see necassary. At the same time we can hold back fresh equipment and ships from the military forces to prevent them launching a counter attack." Lisa looked smug, she had worked hard at overcoming the flaws in the stratagem. "We will of course heap all the blame on the military's incompetance to divert attention from ourselves."

"But once the fate of the troopers becomes known the public will clamour for a war to retrieve them." Came an objection.

"Yes and our corporations will lead the cry for war. It will require constant balancing, but we can effectively produce a stalemate which feeds young women to the outer colonists." Lisa explained. "Our production costs will fall as the raw materials from the colonies are routed by computer piloted ships to obscure their origin."

On the slaveship unaware that they were regarded in the boardroom as a test sample of an new trade good the Angel's suffering had only just begun.