The DFA have been collecting up cunts randomly for weeks now. Kettling them into detention centres. Processing them in their usual ways. Since the fighting began any cunt was a potential suspect in the ongoing attacks. It was weird. Like for the first time in a long time they were scared. 

I couldn't remember life before the Empire. I wasn't allowed to. Conditioning and microchips implanted on my brain made any attempt to remember my old life send me spiralling to the ground. Usually woken up by cold water or a hard fucking deep in my now always wet cunt. Had I been here a day, a week, a month, a year? I don't think I grew up here. I don't think they'd need to implant such strange devices if I was born here. If I was home grown cunt meat. No, I think I was brought here. Or tricked here. Maybe I came of my own will. I don't know. I'm not allowed to know.

But I knew the DFA didn't normally worry like this. Didn't normally act out. If they wanted fuck meat they could collect it. But this was different. Whole parties. Whole collections. Whole auctions of cunts being processed.

And I was just one in that number.

A number that ended up stamped on me. 

Cunt Processed 4489

Stamped above my pussy. On my chest. Above my ass and across my forehead. It'll come off they said. 

I was tested to see if I was loyal. If I would moan as they used my body. Or if I'd protest. I was a good girl. I grinned as the fist cock slammed into my pussy from behind. Prone boned and bound. A tight collar straining to keep my throat compressed. Not enough air to think.

Why would I want to think anyway.

I'm a good girl.

Then the one in the face. Making me tighter for the man behind. 

The nipple clamps strained and pinched deep. I giggled.

I'm a good girl. 

"This one's fun" grunted a voice behind me as cock slammed deep against my bruised cervix. I moaned.

 "Slut" said the other as he slapped my face. Then pulled out and did it again with his stiff cock. The drool and cum decorating a pretty face. He spat. I smiled.

I'm a good girl.

"Let's pump it and let her go."

They pumped me deep. Then I was moved into a holding cell with a dozen other used cunts. 

Our owners weren't told where we were going. 

Another cunt to process