Trinh was beginning to feel seasick as the boat chugged and chopped its way past the headland. The sky was dull and it was too misty to see their destination. Nothing good was waiting for her. The waves grew as they turned away from land and the boat rolled. She clutched her seat and wondered if there were life vests. The other girls were quiet. One looked quite sickly, two were gazing into the distance and one had her head in her hands. There was no reason for any of them to smile.

Why had she climbed aboard this rusty, grimy tub? There was no other choice. Or, rather, the other choices were even worse than what was coming. She didn't know much about how things worked on the island, but she knew it was not a nice place at all. She also knew there was only one way a girl like her got to leave the island, and that it would take a long time for that to happen. At least she was still in America, and would probably get to stay in America when her time on the island was done.

The haze lessened as they approached a steep, rocky chunk amidst the blue water. The grey stone was topped with brush and trees and nothing manmade could be seen at first. They had sailed for an hour, but the last few minutes as they circled to the far side of the island were the worst. Trinh could feel her heart thumping. It was hard to sit still. With a slosh and a thud the boat pulled up alongside a stone jetty and the engine grumbled into silence. They had arrived.

“Off! Through there and into the building!”

The five girls were urged off the boat by a pit-bull of a woman in matching black shirt and pants. They passed through a gate and into a barred passage that led them straight to a concrete building. Five more women waited inside and each took a girl by the arm and practically dragged them into separate rooms. Trinh did not resist, because she knew there was no point. Her... what? (Captor? Controller? Guard?) sat down behind a desk and pointed at a low stool in the middle of the room - the only other piece of furniture, in fact.

“Take off all your clothes, then sit there with your hands on your head.”

Trinh was taken aback by the matter-of-fact way something so indecent was demanded of her, and shook her head. She clasped her arms around herself and looked down. The woman made a note on a paper in front of her.

“Every time you disobey or ignore a command, I write it down. Everything I write down will be assessed to punish you later today, and the punishments are very strict. Now do as I told you.”

Punishment was definitely not something Trinh wanted to experience, so she moved quickly. She had dressed lightly, as recommended, and in no time she had stepped out of her flip flops, shrugged her tank top over her head and taken down her shorts, leaving her in just a training bra and matching plain white panties. Her hands twitched between the two items, unsure which to shed first. The pen moved again.

“Second failure. Keep going.”

Poor Trinh blushed as she tugged her panties down and stepped out of them. She pressed her thighs together while she dragged her training bra over her head. Her instinct was to cover her body, but she remembered what she was supposed to do and, not wanting to earn yet more punishment, she perched on the stool. It was low to the ground and the girl had to fold her legs back. Trinh placed her hands behind her head and looked off to the side. She was embarrassed to be naked in front of this mean woman she'd only just met, especially because her nipples were hard thanks to the cool air.

“Good girl. Sit there and answer my questions. Don't bother lying or trying to hide things, I'm very good at catching young girls when they're not telling the truth. We'll start with an easy one: what is your name?”

“Trinh Ang, uh, miss.”

“Wrong. It's whore, bitch, cunt, slut, slave or whatever else I or another staff member decide to call you. Little cunts like you, though, refer to staff members like me as Ma'am. Understood?”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“Next. Why are you here?”

“Um, to be... made, um, a slave, Ma'am? Is that what you mean?”

“More details. Why were you sent here, or why did you choose to come here?”

“Oh. Well. Um, it's because of my stepfather I guess. He likes to gamble and these gangsters... he owed them a lot. So he gave me and my mom to them. I hate him! The people were scary. They said I had to work to pay back his debts, either doing drug stuff, or back in Vietnam on a farm, or this. So I'm here. I wish I knew what happened to my mom.”

“She's probably in some brothel getting fucked all day every day. You made the smart choice to come here although it's the last choice you'll make in your life. We own you now.”

She wrote a third line on the paper.

“You forgot to call me Ma'am. These failures are building up fast. You're going to be very sorry later. Open your legs wide, spread your knees apart so I can see your cunt. As wide as you can, kiddo.”

Trinh gulped and shifted her position. The stool's seat was difficult to perch on with her legs spread so far apart. Sure enough her little pussy was on display and there was nothing she could do to hide it. The girl burned with shame as she was forced to flaunt her mound and lips and their soft fuzz.

“Do you like having your tits and cunt looked at?”

“No, Ma'am, not, um, not really.”

“Tough shit. You're going to be kept nude almost all the time and you'll have to pose and show off your body for all sorts of people. Sex slaves are always available and it doesn't matter what they don't like. Do you know what masturbation is, girl?”

Trinh was staring at the floor, her face bright pink. She spoke in a small voice.

“Is, um, is it when you touch, like, yourself? Between your legs, Ma'am?”

“Correct. Masturbation is when you play with your pussy, put fingers inside yourself, rub yourself and so on. Do you masturbate?”

“Yes... I do Ma'am.”

“How often do you do it?”

“Not too much because I don't really have privacy at home, Ma'am.”

“How often would you do it if you DID have the privacy?”

“Um, maybe, I think, most days Ma'am.”

“Well here you'll be doing it a lot - every day at least - despite having no privacy at all. One of the first things you'll do here is masturbate to orgasm while other girls and staff watch. Do you know what an orgasm is?”

“Oh God! That's scary Ma'am. Um, it's when you, like, feel really good from touching yourself I think.”

“Correct. And have you ever had an orgasm?”

“I don't know, Ma'am. Maybe?”

“We'll find out soon. One thing to remember is that orgasms are controlled here. Slaves only get to have them when staff say so. Any girl who masturbates to orgasm without permission is punished. Next question: have you ever been spanked or hit with a paddle or a belt?”

“I... um, yes. My mom spanked me sometimes when I was little, Ma'am.”

“Did you like it?”

“No Ma'am. It hurts.”

“You're going to be spanked a lot here and you'll be naked when you get it. Get used to the idea. Do you know if you're sexually attracted to girls, to boys, to both or you're not sure?”

“Please no Ma'am, I don't want to be spanked. I don't know, I think I've kinda had crushes on girls and boys, but... I don't know Ma'am.”

“What you want doesn't matter even a little bit. There aren't any men or boys here, but you'll be having lots and lots of sex with girls and with me and the rest of the staff. We're going to train you very thoroughly to give sexual pleasure to women. It'll be easier for you if you like girls, but if you don't, then too bad. Have you ever kissed a girl or a boy?”

“No Ma'am.”

“You'll be assigned a bed mate, a partner, a slave girl who's further along in her training. You'll be doing lots of kissing with her, and lots of sex play too. And you'd better behave, because every punishment you earn for yourself, she'll get punished too. That includes the ones you've already racked up. You shouldn't make your bed mate mad at you: they're allowed to hurt you. Anyway, let's check something. Take your hand and run your fingers down your slit. See if you're wet or sticky.”

Trinh swallowed and blushed even harder. This barrage of obscene information mixed with the invasive questioning was terrifying. Somehow she managed to move her hand and check her sex. She was totally dry.

“I'm not, Ma'am.”

“Pity. Girls who get turned on by this are easier to work with. We'll break your resistance though. Before long your cunt will be oozing at the thought of showing yourself off, or getting beaten or abused. Have you ever watched pornography?”

“I... what's that, Ma'am?”

“Movies of people doing sexual things.”

“A friend showed me, like, two videos once, but I couldn't do it at home Ma'am.”

“What was in the videos?”

“One was two girls and they were kissing and sort of rubbing their bodies together. The other was a guy with a woman on all fours and he was, um, you know, doing it. I wasn't into the videos, Ma'am.”

“When you masturbate, what do you think about? Is there a person, or a situation you use to help?”

“Eek! But, but. I... Ma'am, I... it's... a cage, and people take me out and touch me all over, put their hands under my clothes and... make me...”

Trinh was squirming now, her body flushed and silent tears leaking from her eyes. Her voice had trailed down to little more than a whisper. The woman smiled. It was not a kind smile.

“My, my, my. A submissive little fantasy for an enslaved little bitch. Perhaps there's potential in you after all. We have cages, and we lock slave girls in them, and we do all sorts of things to those slaves when we take them out. You're going to have plenty of material for when you masturbate, from what'll be done to you, what you'll see done to others, and the videos you'll be made to watch and discuss. Have you ever put anything inside your pussy or your asshole?”

“What?! Um, no! I mean, only fingers. Do people do that?!”

The pen marked the paper yet again.

“You forgot to say Ma'am again. That's a double punishment and your bed mate is going to be furious with you when she finds out. Yes, people do that. They do it to themselves with all sorts of things, and some of them - plenty of them work here - like to do it to little girls who don't have any choice but to let it be done to them.”

“Sorry, Ma'am. I won't forget again, Ma'am. But, doesn't it hurt, Ma'am?”

“You aren't yet, and you will. Fresh meat like you is always stupid. It will certainly hurt when it's being done to you against your will. Anyway. You rub your clit and you put your fingers in your cunt but that's all you've figured out? Have you even played with your tits at all?”

“U-um-um Ma'am you're right. I've sq-squeezed my boobs and p-p-p- I've pinched my... nipples, Ma'am. But not hard, Ma'am.”

The interview was nearly over and the woman checked her watch. There would be a few minutes to introduce the girl to a few things before delivering her for the next step. She smiled again and Trinh whimpered, sniffing back tears.

“I like that you're crying. I like seeing girls like you sob their little hearts out. You're going to be a very, very unhappy girl the whole time you're here and all of us trainers love being cruel to naked, vulnerable, helpless little slaves like you. One last question. Do you wish you'd chosen differently?”

“I... I don't know, Ma'am.”

The trainer stood and came behind Trinh. She reached with one hand and grabbed Trinh by the throat, hauling her to her feet. She kicked the new slave's legs apart and used her other hand to explore that exposed, unprotected pubis.The girl screamed and brought her own hands up, but a command stopped her.

“Hands still, slave! Stand up, feet wide, stop that wailing! I'm not going to choke you. Get yourself under control. Now let's see what you've got down here.”

Trinh moaned and tried to shake her head, but her neck was trapped. She panted and her knees wobbled.

“B-b-b- pl-eeeease Ma'am please! Not! Nono it's I can't ohh IEEEEEE!”

The last scream was the result of a finger being forced into her dry vagina while another pressed hard at her anus. Both fingers entered her holes in a spike of pain. Trinh cried and cried as she was brutally explored. The trainer laughed and told her to get used to being treated like this. Finally she pulled her hand back and shoved Trinh to the ground.

“Stay down. From now on you crawl on all fours like a dog. Unless, that is, you'd like to have the bottoms of your feet whipped. Ahh, here's your bed mate to collect you for your first lesson. Come in!”