They rode in silence. More than two dozen people in a bus that travels for several hours, and in the cabin there is a deathly silence, diluted by the hum of the engine, and the rustling of wheels along the road, carrying them farther from the old life. Taking her away. Like everyone else, they were silent and looked at the rest. The curtains on the windows were drawn back and they were not forbidden to open, but none of them did it, everyone sat in a silent daze, afraid of what lay ahead of them.

At first, she hoped that this road would last forever, stand still forever, but the longer the path went on, the more intense the tension grew, and the more she wanted the outcome to come, whatever, even better than this empty fortune-telling. And judging by the faces of her “fellow travelers”, everyone dreamed about it. You dream of small things and you get small things, soon the bus turned into an alley. She collected all her remnants of courage and accomplished her little feat, with her index finger she slightly pushed the curtain over the window. They drove into the courtyard, another minute later their transport stopped and one of the two men who were with them commanded:

- We get up and follow me. Do not linger or be distracted.
The charges did not take much time, or rather did not take the time at all, they did not have any baggage, all their property was put on them. Having taken them out of the bus, they were led to the nearest open door, then along a long corridor, turning a couple of times, the man walking in front of the column finally pointed to the necessary door.
- Come here and build on the left along the wall.

She entered the room of one of the last. It was a fairly spacious room, the lighting was not too bright, but sufficient to see everything in detail. The first thing that caught my eye was the large flap in the left wall, just from their side, beyond which could be seen jumping tongues of flame. They must have been in a boiler room, although associations with the crematorium surfaced in her head, which did not set the mood for optimism. There was also a table in the room, nothing ordinary, except that there was a man behind it. He brought them here, approached him, passing some papers. The man looked at them and finally turned to face the guests. He was dressed in a business-like manner, in trousers and a shirt, only a jacket was missing.
“Twenty-four means, well,” he nodded to a colleague, “we can start.”

After these words, the guide left the room.
- Remove all clothes, fold and hold in their hands in front of them, - This has already been addressed to them.
They didn’t rush to carry out the team, the girls began to swarm listlessly, slowly unbuttoning the buttons.
- QUICKLY! - His voice like thunder rolled around the room, so much so that everyone struck a shudder and the process accelerated sharply.

She undid the jacket and put it on the floor, then pulled off her dress. With the laundry came a hitch, but taking a deep breath, she unbuttoned her bra and pulled off her panties. Completely naked, she picked up this tangle, somehow hiding behind them. To this moment the guide returned and with him he led another girl, but she was not like the others. Slightly dark skin, black hair pulled into a ponytail, a white dress, terribly short, as she managed to notice, while the pair walked past. And the most important difference, it was a steel collar.

When they approached the first man, the slave immediately dropped to her knees, straightening her back and pulling the fabric of her gown with her luxurious breasts tightly. The first man approached her and gently took her chin, lifting her face up, the slave looked at him and her face lit up with a charming smile. Her blue eyes shone. The man ran his thumb over her lips, then slowly got inside, she immediately closed her lips and began to suck his finger slightly. Everyone looked at this scene with amazement.

“She is your future,” the man finally broke the silence. “She is what you can become.” This is your future. And the fact that you now hold in your hands is a past that should not be yours. With these words he opened the doors and the heat of the fire raging behind them burst into the room.
- Come one by one, throw everything there, then come to me and kneel. Starting with you, - he pointed to the first girl in the row.
She took a timid step forward, then another one, it took her some time to come to the fire. Then, apparently deciding something for herself, she abruptly threw her clothes into the fire and quickly withdrew, kneeling in front of a man. He pulled out a black marker and drew on her forehead the number "1", then pointed to the opposite, right wall and ordered her to sit with her face to the fire.
- How long have you been fucked? - This question was addressed to the slave.

- Two days, master.

“Wow,” he said surprisedly, gesturing to the next girl, “you should barely hold on.”

- You are right, master. My nipples hardened, it cost me to see you, I'm all wet at the bottom and it seems that I will finish with a single touch. I am all burning with desire - even her voice betrayed the degree of her excitement.
“Even so,” the master put the number “2” on the forehead of the next girl, “What do you say, Marcus, should you encourage her?”
“Unless of course she is lying,” the second man finally spoke, “After all, slaves are forbidden to lie.”
“That's right, we will check it right away,” the master returned his gaze to the slave. “Let us see.”
That graceful, but nevertheless fast movement stretched forward, thereby standing on all fours. Her dress immediately ripped up, exposing the juicy ass.

“He doesn’t see anything,” the man put his foot on her head and pressed it down, forcing the slave to rest her forehead against the floor. Her ass ripped off even higher.
- Excuse me, master.
Marcus, meanwhile, ran his hand over the back of her thighs, then he pushed her up, showing his colleague that she glistens from the discharge.
“Well,” the Master numbered another girl, “Honesty and diligence are always rewarded.”
He removed his foot from the slave and turned to the rest of the girls, and Marcus had already unbuttoned his pants, throwing his considerable size member out and dramatically drove him into the girl.
- Aah, Aah, - she moaned to the rhythm of his pushes, Thank you, thank you.

And so the routine went on, the girls approached the furnace, stamped on it, someone more, someone less, threw all their remaining property into the fire and went to get their number. Finally it came to her. Going to the fire, she hesitated, like everyone else, to part with these pieces of cloth turned out to be more difficult than was seen from the side. She slowly pulled the rui forward, taking a couple of quick sighs, threw the clothes and turned around sharply, as if she was afraid to change her mind and come back. As if she had the opportunity to return. Kneeling in front of the master, she got her mark on her forehead, "19". Removing her hand from her, the master nodded her to take a seat next to the others, which she immediately did.
Sitting on her knees, she stared at the burning flame, and so did everyone else. So ended with the day, under the crash of the burning old life and under the groans of the new life.
“Aah, Aah, Aah,” the slave said, “thanks, thank you.”