The Haven

Chapter 3 – Intake and Processing

By Vdias

Previously: Katherine Lee is a personal trainer working for at a gym owned by Angus Matheson who has chosen her to work for the Haven, a resort that caters in slavegirls for the rich and wealthy. Her nemesis Emily Winder is not so lucky and is kidnapped to join the ranks of slavegirls working on the island.

The two guards led Katherine out on legs still wobbly from the drugs to the electric buggy. With a start, she realised she didn’t recognise where she was. Though it was night and still dark, she could tell she was no longer in the same Haven as the one she remembered.

By the time the buggy stopped in front of a blocky and utilitarian building, Kat was strong enough to walk on her own. They left the two guards with the buggy as they passed through an imposing-looking steel door marked ‘Processing’.

“Here is where we process the new girls we collect. Not all come from the resort that would be too obvious. A lot of them are gathered from everywhere in the world. We take in strays, homeless, criminals and those specially selected for our clients.”

Past the door was a long dim corridor lined with one-way mirrors. Well dressed men and women clustered around each window, making eager comments.

“Oh yeah, I saw her prancing around in a bikini yesterday. Can’t wait to get my cock in that.”

“Check out the tongue on that one, she’ll be licking my clit from sunup to sundown.”

“That one’s awake. She looks so scared. Can I have her dad?”

What she saw through those mirrors made her jaw drop.

Racks of naked girls hung from hooks attached to their cuffed wrists. Most of them were unconscious but one or two were alert, eyes rolling wildly in terror. Guards brought in more women, cutting off whatever bed-gowns or clothes they were wearing and hanging them on more hooks. When a rack was full, they were wheeled into another room.

At the next window, the girls were given enemas, dipped into hair-removal gel pools and then showered and scrubbed in a process that reminded Kat of a car wash. It was all mechanised, flowing like a production line. Micro-chips were implanted into the backs of their necks before a white leather collar was locked around their throats. They were then unhooked from the racks and strapped into rectangular fames with their cuffed wrists and ankles pulled to each corner.

A conveyer belt transported the frames further down the line into a room set up like a large medical facility. Men and women in clinical lab-coats took measurements and performed medical checkups. Orifices were rudely opened and probed, breasts sized, and dimensions noted. The frames of a few unlucky girls were moved closer to the one-way mirror, the better the view for the audience while they discussed each passing girl like a piece of meat.

“Some of these girls are commissioned and paid for specifically by a client. They’ll be tailored to the owner’s wishes, the rest go through our regular process and are made available to anyone.”

At the end, the girls were squeezed into tiny cages and stacked onto trailaers. However not all of the girls were caged. Smelling salts were used to wake a few girls still strapped into their frames as clients entered the room, carrying whips and canes. Most of them wore fetish gear, leather harnesses, leather masks and pants, or for the ladies, form-fitting corset, bustiers and elegant kinky boots. They fell on the freshly awakened girls, lashing their vulnerable bodies with gusto. Still limp from drugs the helpless girls could do nothing but cry out in pain and fear. 

Matheson approached the lean, sinewy man leaning against the mirror, muttering into a radio. “How goes the intake Emiel?”

“Smooth as silk. Emily is ready for you when you’re done.”

He glanced over at Katherine and gave a slight nod “Emiel Cashel. I’m the caretaker of this side of the island. So Matheson here thinks that you can whip our little sluts into shape, eh? Personally I think you should be on the other side of this glass.”

Kat stiffened at the condescending tone, painfully aware that she was still only dressed in a flimsy nightgown. Surrounded by all these powerful looking men and women was making her feel uncomfortably vulnerable. She snapped back. “You can’t be doing a very good job if I have to take over their fitness Mr Cashel, do you actually do any work or just fuck them?”

Emiel laughed good-naturedly “You’re right, she’ll fit fine here. Call me Cash”

“If you’ll excuse us,” Matheson cut in “We’ll go see Emily now. By the way, good job with the intake.”

Cash waved his goodbyes as Matheson and Kat group entered a side corridor that led into the processing rooms. Some of the clients had stopped their whipping to rape their girls, thrusting their cocks into any available opening, the air heavy with smell of fear and sex. Whimpering and screams mixed with the whistles of whips and the slaps of canes striking bare flesh.

They stopped in front of one of the frames. To Katherine’s amazed delight, Emily was strapped tight in it. Her arms and legs quivered from the tension that the frame was exerting on her limbs. Although she had been freshly washed, a sheen of terrified sweat coated her tanned body. She looked back at Matheson, wide eyed like a child with a new present.

“Ah, did I forget to tell you that you get to own Emily? Go on, you can touch her. She’s all yours now”

Kat stroked the flesh along her taut stomach tracing her fingers along the curve of her hips, up to her full yet firm tits. Emily’s terrified eyes followed her movements, mouth working as she tried to speak, to plead to be released. Kat paid her no head, continuing the exploration of her new toy as she stood up on her tip-toes to whisper in her ear “Oh you’re so mine now, you fucking bitch.”

An exploratory tweak of a nipple elicited a squeak from her slack mouth, which turned into a howl of pain when Kat dug her nails into the tender nubs. Kat revelled in the sound, a tingling feeling between her legs. With gathering confidence, she stroked the now hairless pussy. Peeling back the hood to expose her glistening clit, she rubbed the little nub and in short order the slit began oozing

“So very sensitive, I like that. I’m going to have so much fun breaking you.”

Matheson watched with folded arms, surprised yet pleased to see Kat taking charge of her property so quickly. Watching the petite Asian girl exert her dominance over the taller woman was incredibly arousing. He strolled over to another newly captured girl, a delightful looking teenage brunette, freed his considerably erect cock from his shorts and plunged into her dry cunt. To his pleasant surprise he felt her intact hymen tear from the force of his thrust. A virgin!

Meanwhile, Kat was trying to see how many fingers she could fit into Emily’s pussy. She had only managed three, before encountering resistance from tight vaginal muscles.

“Hmm, very tight down there. I’d have thought you’d be looser, since you always seem to spread your legs for every hunk that walks in the gym.”

She pushed her fingers into Emily’s mouth, forcing them down her throat to clean them. As Kat’s fingers probed the back of her throat, Emily’s neck and stomach tensed, her gag reflex kicking in. Kat yanked her fingers out before Emily could make a mess.

“Throat needs a little work, what with all the things I’m gonna shove down there.

She balled her fist and punched Emily across the face, not hard enough to break anything but strong enough to snap her head back with the force of the blow.

“Hey, looks like I can reach your face after all,” Kat giggled.

Emily could only hang limp, cheek throbbing from the punch and blood dripping from a cut lip. Kat stood up on tip-toes and licked the salty-tasting blood before giving her a passionate and violent kiss.

With a grunt, Matheson tensed and shot his load into the teenager’s virgin pussy. He swivelled the frame horizontally so that her head was level with his groin. With his hand bunched in her blonde locks he tilted her head forward and cleaned his blood and semen covered shaft inside her unresisting, drooling mouth.  After drying his penis with her hair he walked back to where Kat was still busy toying with Emily’s now swollen clit.

“That’s enough for now Katherine, you’ll have plenty of time with her later.”

Kat reluctantly pulled away, giving Emily’s reddened twat one last hard slap before rejoining him.

They left the processing building and hitched a ride on one of the electric buggies towing a trailer full of caged girls. Up close, Kat saw that the girls were folded into a foetal position inside each cramped tiny cage. After a short trip, they stopped at another villa that looked identical to the one that she had recently been abducted from.

“You should get some rest, tomorrow is a brand new day for you and you need time to process what you’ve been through tonight. Someone will pick you up early morning.”

“I... Mr Matheson, thank you for not making me into a slave. And giving me Emily is a dream come true. But I have to ask, why is Emily a slave and I’m not?”

Matheson paused. “You’re a good employee. I think you’d be wasted as a mere slave. Emily... well if she wasn’t coming here I’d have probably end up firing her. She’s a terrible manager, and I’ve no idea how she got to where she was at in the first place. Sleeping around I figure. So you see this is killing two birds with one stone.”

He patted her on the head. “Besides like I said, I like you. Just don’t let me down. I need to make sure that everything is completed. You have a good night.”

A few minutes later, Kat was back in bed in a room that looked virtually the same as the one she was in a couple of hours ago. Yet in that time, her world had been turned on top of her head. The entire night felt so surreal that she pinched herself to see if she was dreaming. But the smell of Emily’s scent on her hand reminded her that this was real. Despite her excitement, she was soon fast asleep.

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