The Island's Town

Amy knelt in the dirt next to her master. She wasn't allowed to stand when he was speaking with another owner. The master had brought Amy and Jenny into town with him as he made his rounds to complete his business. Slaves were a status symbol on the island, and no self-respecting farmer would venture into town without at least one ****, to show that they could remove one from their farm and still produce whatever goods they grew.

Her master held Amy and Jenny's leashes in hand, as the master told the store owner what he needed. Unbeknownst to the slaves, the master had brought them into town for another purpose other than showmanship. Jenny had just finished her three weeks in the breeding stalls after the hormone treatment, and her results had come back negative. She still wasn't pregnant. But only the master knew that. He was going to sell Jenny to some business in town, his stud farm had no use for sows that couldn't breed. Amy came along to keep Jenny from panicking, she'd have known something was up if it was just her and the master heading into town. A panicked cow could bolt and then the master would be out a ****, never a good thing.

His business completed, the master yanked on the cows leashes and they stood to follow him down the main street of the town. Bars, brothels, shops, stores, hotels, and every other imaginable business lined the streets of the town. As Amy had learned, the island that was her home was an underground vacation spot for the rich and the powerful. Men, and some women, from across the globe made it here to indulge themselves in the pleasures of a nation where slaves were still in existence and could be used for almost any purpose. **** owners of every race and creed led slaves of both sexes around the town. After a few minutes, the master turned and entered a bright, well building with "The Queen's Pleasures" on the sign.