Decision Time

Cumdump looked down at the papers spread across the table in front of her and considered her options. One stack contained her freedom and her sister’s, the goal that had led her to this island in the first place. By signing that piece of paper she’d be free to return home to the life she’d left behind, free to go where she wanted and do what she willed with herself. Somewhere deep within her Amanda screamed against the warm embrace at the chance of taking over once again. But she'd have to get off the island first, and there was no guarantee that she'd be able to do that. In fact, she was confident that her master would try something to get her to remain here, even if he wasn't the one that owned her.

The other stack would be the continuation of the life she'd already learned to live with on the island. A sex ****, property to be used by any man that owned her for as long as she was profitable. She'd surrender her autonomy and spend her life growing and birthing the bastards of men she didn't know, but she wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again. She'd be able to live forever in surrender to her deepest desires.

She looked up at the group in the room, the men in their suites seated and staring at her naked form. Barbara standing behind them, blonde hair spilling down her back, glorious tits exposed to the artificial light of the office. Behind them the array of security cameras broadcast a bewildering menagerie of sex scenes from across the master’s empire.

Cumdump reached for the pen that had been laid on the table next to the documents and, when it was in hand, bend down to sign her name.