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"FLIGHT 118 TO HAVANA NOW BOARDING ALL CLASSES," a ticket agent said in her bubblegum sweet voice over the loudspeaker.
There were ten lines for boarding: two for first class, eight for coach.
Monica stood beside Paul and looked at the sea of people preparing to board. "How is this possible?! This many people on one plane?"
"Didn't you see them taking off?" Paul asked. "They're the biggest airliners ever built." He touched her arm. "Listen, when we get into the jetway, don't freak out."
She looked at him warily. "Why? What's going to happen in the jetway?"
"There's a medical exam..."
"What?! Fuck no!"
Paul lowered his voice. "Listen. There's still time for you to turn around. I know you feel responsible for her but I'm not kidding..."
"I'm scared out of my mind."
"And you should be. If she won't leave with you? I promise I will watch her as close as I can."
Monica smiled. "You would, wouldn't you?"
Paul blushed. "Please listen. You need to get out of here."
"I can't leave her. I'm sorry."
"You're too beautiful. There's no way they haven't noticed you."
She took his hand. "Do you have any idea how sweet you are?"
He rolled his eyes and turned away. But he smiled.
Monica took a deep breath. "This medical exam? What is it?"
He shrugged. "They take you into a room. You sit down in a chair. They shine a light in your eyes."
Monica stared at him expectantly. "And... then what?"
He shook his head. "That's it. The chair does a CT Scan or an MRI or something. It's over in just a few seconds. Then you get up and walk through to the plane."
Monica laughed nervously. "I thought there was some kind of full body cavity search or something."
"No, no... I mean it's been exactly the same each time. Just a bright light, nothing else."
The line began to move.
Terri and David walked side by side in front of them.
Monica took Paul's hand as they passed by the smiling fembot who ushered them through the door.
The jetway was wide. Inside there was a wall of doors - four, side by side. There was a red light over each.
The lights turned green, and the doors opened on four small booths.
"Please step into a booth and sit down in the chair," a perky redheaded stewardess said.
Terri, David, and Paul each stepped into a booth.
"You too, hon," the stewardess said.
Monica stepped inside and the door hissed closed behind her.
"Relax," a male voice said from the ceiling. "Please sit down in the chair."
The chair looked like something that belonged in a dentist's office: a black leather lounge chair with thick padding.
Monica sat down in the chair.
"Please look directly into the light."
And the booth instantly filled with a blinding white light.
***
Monica fell asleep instantly. She didn't feel the restraints that locked onto her wrists, ankles, and neck. She didn't feel the chair carried downward on a robotic arm into a massive, sterile white room filled with medical personnel in white and red latex outfits.
Her chair was placed in a line beside the chairs containing Terri, David, and Paul.
Terri's clothing had already been stripped.
"Terri Thompson. 19. Picked out for Whore Caste. Designation Cheerleader Whore, no brain wipe. Final destination slave auction." a doctor said as he read from a tablet. "Breast augmentation to DD - slow formula. Double slutifier."
Robotic arms ending in hypodermics swung down from above, injecting both her breasts through the nipples and piercing her ovaries through her abdomen. Pink fluid flowed into her body as she moaned.
"And, sterilize," the doctor in the tight white latex uniform said.
A sixteen inch long, blue dildo rose up from the floor on another robotic arm.
The seat of Terri's chair split in the middle and the two halves spread wide, parting her thighs.
The dildo swung forward between her legs and slid gently into her pussy. It continued moving till seven inches was buried inside her.
The dildo made a snapping sound - the sound of needles extending from the head of the dildo and injecting her cervix. Her cervix opened, dilating to the size of the dildo. A polymer sprayed out from the tip of the dildo and coated the inside of her uterus, sealing off the fallopian tubes.
A few seconds later, the long dildo surged forward burying itself deep inside her now elongated pussy.
Then it made one final injection: a retrovirus that would form a new, more sensitive clitoris sixteen inches deep in her new plumbing - a place that only a dildo or Whoremaster could reach.
A nurse stood by David's couch. "According to the chart, he's a VIP?"
The doctor nodded. "He brings us new recruits. They gave him a ten inch dick in exchange for his help procuring talent - they promised to make him a Whoremaster at some point in the future."
The nurse in the tight white and red outfit laughed. "Never going to happen."
"Nope."
They stepped over to Paul's chair.
"Paul Stroud... oh," the nurse said as she looked at the tablet. "I've never done one of these before."
The doctor shook his head. "We don't have to do anything. Says here the White Witches are doing everything for him."
She nodded toward Monica. "And her?"
"Absolutely hands off. That one belongs to the witches as well."
Another doctor ran up to them. "Hey, I got a problem over in the coach line."
"What?" The first doctor said.
"Witches picked out a woman for trailer trash whore and turns out she's three months pregnant."
"No problem. Grab an extractor and notify the witches." He turned to the nurse. "Button these four up and keep the line moving. I'll be back."
***
Samantha and Lawrence
Samantha opened her eyes. Had she been asleep? She remembered being enveloped in a white light and then...
The booth door opened in front of her.
"Please exit the booth so the next passenger can be processed," the voice said from the ceiling.
She stared at the open door.
But the door had been behind her when she walked in. She should be looking at a blank wall.
She turned and looked behind her.
