“Here!” Jay said, pointing her finger at the screen. “It’s almost ideal, couldn’t be better!”

They sat at Jay’s for the last hour, browsing through the list of summer jobs, looking for something that would suit them both.

The job description read:

“ACME Warehouse is hiring: front office clerks, maintenance technicians, reconciliation managers. Part-time summer applicants are accepted, ages 14 and up. Important: You will not be required to lift heavy objects, but you will be on your feet for the entire shift, so be prepared.”

Lottie grinned. ACME Warehouse! It must be a wonderful place, with all those goods stacked all around. It’s certainly better than window-shopping! She imagined herself wearing an official ACME blouse, along with a mini skirt and sexy high heels. Well, she adjusted for the “whole shift on your feet” statement. Sexy sneakers, then.

“Jay, let’s apply there! Please? It’s the best offer yet!”

Jay scrolled down to look at some photos. They looked exactly as she had imagined: huge warehouses with endless shelves filled with ... well, everything.

“It’s a deal!”

She pressed the button and entered their contact information. Soon the confirmation was in their inbox. They start next Monday!

The job was just as they had imagined, and even better. Jay and Lottie got their ACME uniforms (less sexy than Lottie had dreamed, but it still accentuated their shapes nicely) and their first assignments.

The warehouse was highly automated, with every crate bar-coded and registered in the system, and lots of cargo bots whizzing along the ceiling tracks, picking and moving crates. There was still more than enough work for the people who maintained the bots, drove countless forklifts with stacks of new shipments, and the reconciliation managers who checked that all the labels were correct. That was the girls’ job. They were given tablets with barcode scanners and instructed to make spot checks of the contents of the boxes.

The job was not physically demanding, requiring only precision and concentration, but the girls really did walk miles and miles along the shelves. For the first few days, their legs hurt like hell at the end of the shift, but then they’d get used to it.

They made friends with other workers, chatting and laughing together during lunch breaks. The food was good and free.

Soon they heared rumors about the delivery system failures. It began weeks before the girls started their job. Here and there, customers complained about not receiving the items they had ordered. Everything was fixed and replaced, of course, but oddly enough, all the lost shipments were of very expensive goods. This suggested not a simple software glitch, but an elaborate theft scheme.

While top management was worried about the losses, the warehouse workers were just furious that someone had tampered with their finely tuned system and disrupted the perfect order of things. No one could pinpoint the thieves, though. They were obviously smart and knew how to fool the security cameras.

A few weeks later, Jay and Lottie volunteered for the night shift. The warehouse never really slowed down, but at night there were fewer people and it was easier to check the boxes without bumping into each other.

The girls walked down the aisle, scanning and examining boxes left and right, chatting lazily. They nodded to a worker with the handheld barcode printer, who was updating the box labels, turned the corner, and stopped suddenly.

“Why is he relabeling crates?” Jay pondered. “Everything is barcoded on arrival and it’s rarely necessary to change anything...”

Lottie looked at her, eyes wide. “He must be...”

They hastily turned back.

“Um, mister ... Sorry to interrupt you ... But why...”

They did not finish the sentence. Someone’s strong hands grabbed them from behind and closed their mouths.

“Mmmpfff!”

Their lips were released for a second, only to be sealed over with a wide strip of duct tape. The girls squirmed, but to no avail. Soon they were surrounded by six warehouse workers.

“Shit!” One of them stepped forward and spat on the ground. “That’s what I was afraid of!”

They knew him a little. Jim, a nice guy, always willing to help. Who could suspect him?

“What are we going to do now, boss?” another asked.

Jim frowned. “What a piece of shit ... We can’t let them go free and talk, and we can’t not let them go, they’ll be missed right at the end of the shift...”

He stopped and grabbed Jay’s chin, looking into her frightened eyes. She twitched in his firm grip.

“If you only knew what a big lick you just blew! Shit...” He spat again. “Well, boys. We all knew it wouldn’t last forever. Use the last hour to relabel as many nice, pricey thingeys as you can, and we’re out of here. Time to go and lay low.”

“And what do we do with these cunts? Maybe just kill them?”

“Shut up, Bob. I don’t want to add two dead bodies to my sentence if the cops catch us. We have to get rid of them, but keep them alive.”

“Can we at least fuck them?”

The men laughed. The girls shivered. Lottie sobbed.

“Tempting. Very tempting...” Jim rubbed his chin, pacing back and forth. “I would so much like to fuck your brains out for what you have done ... But no.” He stopped. “I know someone who would pay us more nice cash if we delivered them untouched.” He chuckled. “Bring the big box. Yes, that one.”

The girls struggled, but they had no chance against six men. They were quickly stripped naked, rolled into fetal positions, secured with the same tape, and placed side by side in the packing foam. Jay managed to notice the box labels. Fragile, handle with care, maintain temperature, this side up ... Then the box lid closed over them. They heard the whistle of the bar code printer, then the laughter of the men, and their footsteps faded away.

Then there was the familiar whir of the cargo robot, and their box moved somewhere.

“Mmm!”

Jay tried to move, but the tape held her down. Lottie huffed angrily at her side. They felt each other’s bodies, and the touch of the packing foam against their naked skin ... it would even be pleasant under different circumstances ... and they could do nothing but wait.

Soon, by the sound of it, their box was being loaded onto a truck for a journey somewhere.

After what seemed like hours (in reality, probably much less), they finally stopped and heard ships’ horns. The harbor! Jay’s heart sank. Oh shit, she thought, please not the ocean freighter, please anything, but not this ... They wouldn’t survive the weeks of travel in the container. Judging by Lottie’s muffled gasp, she was thinking the same thing.

But luckily, after some frightening moving of the box, they soon felt rocking movements and seagull cries. Unknown where, but they were being taken by a small boat.

Then they were placed on firm ground.

Then the sound of the boat’s engine moving away, and just the soothing splash of the waves.

They almost dozed off when someone opened the lid of the box and whistled.

“Girls! Just look at that!”

An unfamiliar female voice, followed by the laughter of many girls.

Jay and Lottie were taken out of the box, freed from the tape (it hurt!) and put on their feet. They swayed, but the girls helped them regain their balance. Finally they looked around.

It looked like a nice little island, almost a seaside resort. A one-story building sticking out of the vegetation. A nice sandy beach and a clear ocean stretching to the horizon.

And two dozen naked girls, deeply tanned, all races and colors, ages from about twenty to a little younger than them. They smiled and laughed and waved at them. Most of them were quite busty, and all of them had cleanly shaved pussies.

One of the girls, probably the oldest, approached them. “Welcome to Sex Island,” she said cheerfully, holding out her hand for a handshake. “I’m Riley. We’re not managed here, but think of me as the informal leader.”

“Sex ... Island?!!”

“You could tell from our looks, couldn’t you?” Riley laughed. “Let’s get out of this sunny spot and I’ll explain.”

The whole party crowded under the palm trees, right on the sand. Jay and Lottie felt uncomfortable putting their naked butts on the ground, but there was no other choice. Someone brought water and they drank greedily.

“To make a long story short,” Riley started, “we are all sex slaves here. There are only the girls, all of whom you see now...”

The girls were kept in this secret place, some for several years. Boats brought supplies and sometimes more girls. From time to time, luxurious ocean-going yachts would come by and pick up a few girls for a cruise and then bring them back. Sometimes some girls did not return, and others could only hope that they had gone to a better place.

“For a cruise?” Lottie raised her eyebrows. “For what?”

“Guess!” Riley chuckled. “We’re sex dolls here, silly! For the pleasure of rich men.”

“Oh my God!” Jay whispered. Riley noticed her blush.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Believe me, sooner or later you will be addicted to sex as well. We have little else to do here. And they treat us decently, at least...”

Other girls smiled and nodded, telling their names (which shocked Jay and Lottie immediately forgot) and how they got here. There were other girls who had been kidnapped, girls who had been tricked into sex trafficking, girls who had been sold by their pimps and sometimes their parents, and even some who had volunteered to come here!

“Of your own free will?” Jay couldn’t believe her ears.

“Yep!” two girls laughed, one with a Filipino look and another who looked something like Caribbean. “We love fucking! And here we get decent housing and food, and sometimes ocean cruises, just in exchange for fucking! It’s a total win-win!”

The girls shook their heads. Their world views shattered in seconds.

“Maybe we could run away somehow...” Lottie said uncertainly.

“How? The supply boats are heavily guarded, no chance to sneak past. We have no other boats here, and nothing to build a raft with. Well, you could swim...” Riley shrugged and pointed. “Land’s about that way, thirty miles or so. And there are sharks in the deep water. Good luck swimming away.”

Jay bit her lip. Riley patted her shoulder reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, girls! Really! Look around – we live in paradise. Sunshine, beautiful ocean, nice beach ... And plenty of cock to go around. All you have to do is learn how to take a dick with rapture instead of tears ... And believe me, you’ll learn pretty quickly.”

There was some truth to that.

“What if someone gets pregnant?” Jay asked.

“Right. Thanks for reminding me. Come to the house.”

Riley got up and they all followed her.

Inside, there was a single large open dorm room (“We all sleep together,” Riley explained), a kitchen with large refrigerators, and a medical room with two gynecologist chairs. Jay and Lottie blushed and exchanged looks.