A trainer welcomes two new girls to an island owned by the world's largest sex-trafficking organization.
It was a slow week at the facility, and this boat only had two girls on it. Still, there were four of us: Kendra, Justin, Mark, and myself. Once the boat’s crew offloaded the girls and they were kneeling in front of us, Kendra and I pulled out our knives and approached them. One was a redhead, no older than 18, and the other a blonde who looked to be in her early twenties. Both had their arms tied behind their back, and ropes tied at their ankles to help prevent running. I approached the frightened redhead and started to cut her clothes off. She was clearly hyperventilating, and the gag in her mouth wasn’t helping her catch her breath. After removing her clothes, I slid the tip of my knife down her cheek and whispered in her ear, “Relax, this isn’t even close to the worst of it. I’d save your strength.” She looked at me with tears streaming out of her bright blue eyes, and she started whimpering, as if begging me to let her go.
I glanced over and saw that Kendra was still having fun stripping the blonde. While one might have assumed that a woman would be more understanding of the girls’ plight, every woman I encountered who worked in the facility had a shared sense of hyper sadism, and seemed to relish in the fact that their station, despite being female, was higher than any of the girls who came through the facility,
Kendra stripped the blonde down to just her panties, and decided to have some fun with her. She knelt down until she was at eye level with the blonde. She ran her knife down the blonde’s stomach before saying, “Hey pretty thing. I’d love to sit on your face while my friends here have their way with you. What do you say?” Kendra slid the knife just below the girl’s panty line and gave the fabric a playful tug with the blade. She cupped the blonde’s cheek and slid the gag from her mouth. “FUCK YOU, BITCH!” was her response.
Kendra just smiled. “Quite the mouth on this one,” she said, looking at us as she put the gag back in the blonde’s mouth. “It’s a shame she refused to put it to good use. This would’ve had a better outcome.” Kendra turned and looked the terrified redhead in the eyes while she stood up, put her foot on the blonde’s chest, and kicked her into the water, still bound. The redhead immediately stopped her whimpering. Kendra’s message was loud and clear. She didn’t know that the blonde’s unconscious (but alive) body would be fished out, and used for everyone’s amusement later. No girl went to waste, even examples.
I watched the blonde thrash in the water for a couple seconds; my dick getting hard just thinking about the things we’d be doing to her later. I especially enjoyed the moments when a girl would come to while she had multiple guys balls-deep in her. Every girl would clench while trying to fight the penetrations, making their holes so tight, many men were driven to cum on the spot. I couldn’t wait.
Until that time, I turned my attention back to the redhead. Her freckled face was so beautiful, despite fear being so prominent on it. I knelt back down to her and started untying her gag. “You’re not going to give us any trouble, are you, love?” I asked her, letting the cloth fall from her mouth. She shook her head emphatically. “Good. I’d hate to see a beautiful work of art such as yourself go to waste,” I said. “Now, what’s your name?” She looked at me, confusion crossing her face just as much as her terror. When I didn’t get an answer, I adopted a more aggressive tone. “I asked, what is your name?!” The increased volume seemed to get through her, and she stuttered her answer. “I… Is… Isabelle. My name is Isabelle.” We all started laughing. “Isabelle, huh? That’s a pretty name. I hope you enjoyed it, because that’s the last time you’ll ever hear it. You see, as of right now, you will answer to one thing, and one thing only; 'bitch'. Do you understand, bitch?” She slowly nodded her head. I had to give the girl credit, she was a fast learner. I couldn’t wait to break her in.
Kendra stripped off her own clothes, shoved the bitch down, and sat on her face. Sparing the unfortunate girl no comfort, she immediately started grinding her pussy all over the girl’s tongue. She reached down and grabbed the bitch’s legs, cut the ankle rope, raised them in the air, and spread them, giving the three of us guys a perfect view of her pussy and ass. “Come on, boys! Break this bitch in! I’ll even help whoever doesn’t get a go at her right away.” I didn’t waste any more time. I took my clothes off and unceremoniously rammed my dick so far in the girl’s pussy, I hit her cervix. Despite the minor discomfort from the action, I couldn’t help but get even more turned on by the scream the girl released into Kendra’s wet pussy. I was about to start fucking the bitch properly when I noticed that Justin was lifting her up so he could get under and access her ass. I helped hold her in place while he got into position. Another scream from the redhead announced his successful penetration. I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I started fucking her in earnest. She was already tight, but her having a dick in her ass made her pussy even more delightfully constricting. Justin, being another experienced “Welcome Party” member, started fucking the bitch in time with me, making every thrust as tight as possible for the both of us. Kendra was enjoying herself as well, with one hand furiously playing with her own clit and the other jerking Mark’s dick as she blew him.
Normally, double penetrating a woman while she’s got another woman sitting on her face would be difficult, but the beauty of our situation is that we didn’t have to care about the well-being of the bitch that we were fucking. Since Kendra was busy enjoying herself, the task of keeping the bitch’s legs spread fell on me. I opted for simply putting one leg over each of my shoulders. This kept her holes elevated for ease-of-access, while also freeing my hands for more fun. I grabbed her perky C-cup breasts and squeezed, causing her to scream into Kendra's pussy once again. Kendra couldn't take anymore, and her hips started jerking wildly, indicating her first orgasm. Using the breasts as leverage, I pounded the bitch's pussy for several minutes straight. Kendra's blowjob skills ended Mark's run before he got a chance to test the fresh meat. Still, he enjoyed himself enough to commemorate the occasion by blowing his load all over the bitch's face. Kendra, who had cum at least four times, smeared the concoction of hers and Mark's pleasure juice all over the bitch, making sure a lot of it got in her eyes. Kendra really was a sadist. I was getting close, so I picked up my pace. Justin sensed my urgency, and picked his pace up as well. A minute later, the bitch formerly known as Isabelle was receiving her first DP creampie. While I was cumming, I could actually feel the girl's pussy contract as well. Was she really orgasming from getting raped?
A few minutes later, we all had our clothes back on, and were driving the bitch to the processing building. Since no girl arrived at the island without getting a similar welcome, none of them were ever able to walk very well afterward, so we threw them in the back of special trucks and hauled them to their destination. The bitch was incredibly compliant as the processing staff grabbed her and walked her inside. This one had a lot of potential, and I decided that I wanted to be the one to realize it. News of the blonde example had spread quickly, and several of the staff were already heading to the Dollhouse next door to partake. I decided to forgo joining, and headed to the main administration building instead. I had an impending promotion, and I wanted to take advantage of that. Unfortunately, that meant filling out some paperwork instead of fucking a Doll-to-be.
By the time I got back to the Dollhouse several hours later, the fun part was over. Still, I enjoyed watching Dolls get made. The blonde, who I found out had once gone as Sharon, was currently getting what looked like gallons of cum hosed off of her. I found a seat next to Kendra in the mostly-empty gallery, and let out a sigh.
"You think she'll be worth the paperwork?" Kendra asked, her wild brown eyes watching as the blonde's washing was completed, and the next phase began. "I think so." I responded. "Worst case scenario, I can just find another. It's not like I'm going to be starved for choice." Kendra silently nodded as a group of doctors wheeled in a simple hospital bed to begin the Doll-making process in earnest. First, they forced the blonde's mouth open, and made a precise cut, removing her uvula. She couldn't scream, since she had been injected with a drug that left her conscious, but paralyzed.
Once the uvula was out, thus eliminating the blonde's gag reflex, the doctors pulled out a set of teethed metal clamps and attached them to her nipples. Once secured, they used a pulley system to stretch the nipples several inches, then twisted them until the nipples were so tight, you could play them like a guitar string. I could see the pain from the nerve damage in the blonde's eyes, and I smiled inside knowing more was coming. Kendra pointed to the bulge in my pants and asked, "Would you like a hand?" "If you don't mind," I responded. She simply unzipped my pants and started expertly stroking my dick. "You know I love pleasing dicks," she whispered to me through a smile, then turned back to watch the rest of the Doll-making.
After dealing with the nipples, the doctors brought out two heating sticks, and shoved one in her pussy, while the other went in her ass. After two minutes, they removed the wands. Kendra grabbed my hand and slid it up her short skirt, while her dick-stroking pace increased. "My favorite part is coming up," she said. "Can you tell?" Sure enough, as I saw one of the doctors pull out a pair of medical scissors and approach the blonde between her legs, I could feel a drastic increase in moisture from Kendra's slit.
"This really doesn't bother you?" I asked as I gave Kendra's clit a playful caress. "Absolutely not." She responded. "I am so much better than these bitches. Knowing that I still have mine and all it has to offer while they will never again get to experience what I do makes me so fucking horny." I nodded as I watched the doctor bring the scissors between the blonde's legs and make a simple cut. It was difficult to see the little wad of flesh that was excised, but the look in the blonde's eyes left no room to question whether or not she understood what had just happened to her. In a matter of minutes, every single form of possible sexual pleasure was taken from her. That, in addition to the elimination of her gag reflex, meant that she could never again potentially place her own physical comfort or pleasure over that of someone else's. The sheer depravity of the gruesome act, combined with Kendra's eager dick massage proved to be more than enough to send me over the edge. Before I could even say anything, my dick was deep inside Kendra's throat, where she accepted my load with a happy moan. She made sure her lips maintained suction as she slowly took her mouth off my dick, ensuring that no excess moisture remained to drip on my boxers or pants. She really was one of the best.
"Thanks for that. It almost makes up for me missing her waking party." I pulled my hand from between her legs, which she also cleaned off with her mouth. "Any time," she said after freeing my fingers from her mouth. "I should get going, though. The most recent pod has some potential Sluts in them, and I need to see if they're actually worth it, or if they're just trying to get the 'easy' route." With that, she was off, leaving me alone in the gallery. I put my dick away, looked at the Doll one last time, savoring the sheer number of awful emotions showing in her eyes, then made my way outside.
The Doll was removed from the operating room to be taken to general processing. There, any unsightly facial hair and hair below the neck would be shaved prior to the careful laser-burning of her hair follicles to ensure nothing grew back. Her foot tattoo that I noticed during her clitorectomy would also be laser-removed. She would be sterilized using a revolutionary sequence of micro-incisions that destroyed any remaining eggs she had, as well as the fallopian tubes. Skin tags and moles would be excised. Two GPS trackers would be embedded in her. Lastly, using a bizarre concoction of octopus cells and stem cells, the elasticity of her nipples would be restored (although not the nerve damage), and any scars and piercing holes would be treated, leaving perfectly healthy and matching skin behind. While many of our products got pierced and/or tattooed by their owners, every Doll, Maid, and Slut produced by the company was a blank slate for owners. It was something that set us apart, and we prided ourselves in it. And, while she wouldn't fetch as much as she would've as a Maid or Slut, this brand new Doll would certainly bring a good sum from some shady business somewhere in Asia, where leggy blondes were a delicacy.
My promotion to Lead Trainer was finalized three days later. I was eager to see my brand new office, but I was told to wait, as there was a special surprise. So, I found myself at the island's airstrip, watching a private jet pull up on the tarmac. The seahorse painted on the side marked it as Libby Lawson's, who was the heiress to the parent company the whole facility belonged to; Lawson Logistics. It was the largest shipping conglomerate in the world. Aside from owning fleets of ships, aircraft, trucks, and more, it also owned several companies that produced the goods that needed to be shipped, making it the literal textbook definition of vertical integration. The company's founder, Jared Lawson, along with the help of his wife, Heather, had made the perfect cover for the world's largest organized sex trafficking ring.
Libby stepped off her plane, and was flanked by two of her personal attendants. One was a gorgeous 20 year old Asian girl Libby called “Junko”, and the other a 21 year old bombshell brunette who went by “Sandra”. Each wore their hair in twin braids, and had on their standard uniform, which was a tight-fitting maid-style dress that had the sides cut out that showed off their matching seahorse tattoos just above their right hips. Those tattoos meant that they were the personal property of Libby, and no one was allowed to touch them without her express permission. Every owner had full control to customize their property however they wanted, and Libby used the opportunity to mark them with her favorite animal. They also each had a tight collar with a seahorse nametag on them on their necks.
She smiled as she approached, and I couldn't help but smile back. Seeing Libby was always a treat. Once she reached me, she gave me a big hug and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Lead Trainer. I had to be here when you saw your new office. I hope you didn't mind the wait." I held her hug and smelled her perfume. It was intoxicating; the perfect balance of sweet and adventurous. "Not at all," I said, finally letting her go. "I always love your visits." She had a dangerously playful smile on her face. "Well, this one's going to be difficult to top, I can assure you of that. Come girls. Let's go show the new boss his new office." With that, she led the way to her waiting SUV. I took a moment to admire the three perfect asses in front of me before smiling and following them. I was really looking forward to whatever was going to come next.