Two doors in front of me. I wasn't quite sure what they expected us to do; but it was clear that I had to pick one of them to walk through. Adult or Child? I guess I am an adult so that one makes the most sense, not that it would make any real for sense for children to be in this situation in the first place. Pushing open the adult door I walk through into a narrow corridor filled with people in front of me; we're all crammed into single file like cattle in a milking shed... or a slaughterhouse the ugly thought comes to me unbidden. Everyone here is just as naked as I am and with how cramped it is my breasts end up pushing into the back of the person in front of me. The favour is quickly returned as I feel a rock hard dick sliding up against my leg as a man comes in behind me. At least someone seems to be enjoying himself.
I'm not even sure exactly what I'm doing here. I just got talking with one of those pop up booth vendors at the mall and they started going on and on about dropping my old life and starting fresh; though looking back now they were quite vague about what exactly they were offering. The salesman was so slick I was signing the papers he pushed in front of me before I even knew what was happening then they shuffled me into the back of a van and brought me here. Seeing all this I just want to leave and go home, but I know the only way out is locked behind me. I'm trapped along with the rest of these people and I've signed away my freedom for I don't even know how long. I don't even have any family who'll come looking for me if I suddenly vanish.
With the last of us in I hear the door we came through loudly lock behind us and some unseen speaker above starts barking orders. A small slit in the wall opens up next to each of us and I see a latex collar in the opening. We're all told to take them out and put them on; non-compliance will not be tolerated. I don't have much choice for now; if I'm going to get away from these people I'll have to bide my time and escape when the chance presents itself. Best to go along with things for now and not draw their ire too early. The soft latex of it feels cool in my hand and tingles slightly as I fix it in position. Strangely there's no fastening for it, but when I put it in place the two ends seamlessly fuse together locking it on me. I tug at at it, but nothing budges and it's far to small to try and slip it off over my head; there's no way to take this thing off now. With it having their logo emblazoned proudly on the front and an ID number on the back of it I might as well be branded until I can find some way to cut it off. I'm quite clearly marked as their property.
When everyone has their collars on a buzzer sounds and we start making our way forward one at a time. As each person reaches the front of the queue I hear a sound like metal slamming closed and feel a sense of dread rising in my gut. When it gets to my turn I see what's making the sound; there's a vertical metal slab waiting for me with obvious spots for restraints to pop out.
I stand there staring at it for a moment, they can't really expect me to step into this thing just because everyone else did right? Then I realise exactly why everyone else did; an electric shock hits me from my collar. Grunting in pain my body almost leaps forward on its own to get the shock to stop; when I turn and lay against the slab it mercifully cuts out and the metal restraints snap shut on my wrists and ankles locking me in. The slab tilts back leaning me at a diagonal angle and the whole thing swings away taking me with it as a new slab slides in for the next poor sod. I'm taken deeper into this place as my slab rolls along it's track and places me in a line next to the rest of my group, all of them just as stuck. Some of them try straining against the restraints, but none of them managing to slip out. Before long the guy from behind me with the erection slides into place next to me, though with the smirk now very much gone from his face.
When the last of us slide into place I hear the speakers blaring from above again. They say we're all to be assigned a role; whatever that means. The giant screen we're all positioned to be facing flicks to life and a list of numbers appears. I presume they're all the ID's from our collars as I see mine appear along with the rest of them. Next to each number a stream of words starts spinning like something out of a slot machine. I guess whoever designed this system was feeling quirky when they put it together. One by one the spinning settles into a final selection; each of us getting assigned something and I watch with rising tension. Eventually my number is assigned to be...