Chapter 12 - Pre-Flight Checks
Yorotani Island - The Hunting Grounds (The Day of the Hunt)
Saffi watched as the last of their handlers finished himself off in the woman's mouth. She'd been riding in the front of the bus, so Saffi had assumed she was here to do some sort of check on them, or help administer the start of the hunt, but no. Even as she watched the cage door at the tail end of the snaking queue of women was opened, and this new woman was uncuffed and added to their number.
Saffi didn't want to think about what was going to happen any more. She just wanted to get on with things one way or another. She watched the woman, sat there on the floor, half caked in dirt, not looking at the laughing handlers as they locked the gate behind her.
The woman took a few seconds to compose herself after the gate was locked behind her, seemingly. After that she stood, almost naked, dripping cum from her mouth, pussy, and ass. Saffi watched as the woman dusted herself off, removed the broken heels that were the last vestiges of her clothes, and stood there, waiting her turn like everyone else. Saffi wasn't sure she would have been able to do the same in the woman's circumstances. She wasn't even sure she'd have been able to get past the crying in the dirt phase.
Saffi and the rest of the women wouldn't have long to wait, it turned out, as the handlers headed into the breeze block building, and after a few minutes the door at the other end of the cage opened to allow them in. Saffi was fairly late in the order of things once more so she snaked backwards and forwards through the cage trying to catch a glimpse of anything through the door as she approached it.
She was almost disappointed when she reached the door to the building and found the room inside simply split the group up a little more. The interior of the building was simple whitewash with a painted red floor and buzzing neon tube lights, across from the entrance were 3 doors, each with their own red/green indicator lights above them. A handler stood by the open door and ushered each girl through as the light above a door turned green, waiting for the door to shut behind her before allowing the next one through.
As Saffi reached the head of the queue the right hand door's indicator switched green and the handler pointed her at it. She was all nerves now, but she reminded herself that each step was a step towards freedom, and it would all be over soon. The door was metal, plain steel, and swung open easily. As it closed behind her a magnetic lock clunked it into place, and then with a faint hiss a rubber gasket expanded. Her mouth went very dry as she wondered what kind of room needed not only a metal door, but some kind of seal once it was shut. The room she was in was small, containing just two other people, a man and a slave. The man was young, at most in his mid twenties with sandy hair cropped close to his skull, he was dressed in a lab coat. The slave had short black hair in a pixie cut, with a small nurse cap and white stockings.
"Name?" asked the man as he sat at the desk, one of the few pieces of furniture in the room. Saffi was fairly certain this was a fem-vet, although she was much less certain about why she'd been sent to see one.
"Saffi Patel" she replied. She stood, hands clasped nervously in front of her not sure what she should be doing.
The fem-vet saw her nerves and smiled warmly, for a second Saffi was reassured. "No need to worry, this is all perfectly routine I assure you. Right, might as well get this all done with for you, clothes off." he said.
Reluctantly Saffi stripped down, first taking off her boots and socks before folding her t-shirt and shorts onto a medical couch along one wall. She stood there in her panties and bra beneath the aggressively buzzing neon light, suddenly chilly despite the tropical island. There was an awkward silence as the fem-vet tapped something into his terminal, twiddling a pen around in one hand at the same time.
After a few seconds of Saffi standing there still unclear what to do the Fem-Vet looked up at her, "...is something wrong?" he asked, clearly a little puzzled.
"No?" she replied.
"I understand, this must be very confusing so let me be more clear. Clothes off. Including underwear. Please also remove any jewellery, retainers, butt plugs, remote vibrators, prosthetics, wearables, wigs...in short just you and the tracker please."
Saffi flushed and peeled off her underwear, leaving it in the same folded pile as everything else she entered with. A brief smile danced across the slave nurse's face as Saffi covered her breasts with one arm, and her pussy with another. Saffi gave her a half grimace and half smile back as she tried to shrink in place.
"Okay, face the wall opposite the bed, legs on the yellow dots on the floor, hands on the ones on the wall." said the fem-vet, getting up from his terminal and taking a place between Saffi and the bed.
She turned, stepped forward and placed her hands and feet on the appropriate spots, hearing a snap of a latex glove behind her. Her arms and legs were uncomfortably far apart and she blushed deeply, begging internally for this embarrassment to be over, but she knew what came next. Cold lubed fingers began to explore her pussy. They were rough, but at least they were quick. Next was her ass, two fingers this time, and a deep probing. Saffi winced and her knees buckled a little at the intrusion.
"Sensitive for a slut your age aren't you? I'll make a note in the registry. You're a clear candidate for a high grade anal slave. Nurse, torch. Okay slut, on your knees, arms folded under your breasts, head back, open your mouth wide, like you're trying to throat a really thick cock."
Following instructions Saffi knelt on the cold floor and the Fem-vet investigated her mouth, pulling at her lips for a better view, running the gloved fingers under her tongue before heading back to his desk. He typed something for a few seconds before returning his attention to her.
"Okay, your Primary Inspection's been verified, and I've recorded some additional comments that should raise your value. Okay, I'd like you to come over here behind the desk and just lie your stomach across my knees facing the wall please." Saffi was still crimson with embarrassment but she followed the instructions anyway. Strangely it felt comfortable, almost natural for her to lie across his knees, her ass exposed, her breasts dangling slightly towards the floor. "Any Illness, or allergies?" he asked, as he began to fondle her breasts with one hand.
"No, not that I know of--Ah!" she replied, exclaiming and biting her lip as his hands circled a nipple gently.
