Continued from "the slave processing industry (1)".
Although it was early morning, there wasn't much going on on the streets of Big City. Some night owls were still on their way home and pet owners had already gotten up to take their pets for a walk. The rest were still asleep, as many of them had obviously stayed up late last night watching the finals of the Bitch Fighting Grand Prix which was said to be the bitchfight of the century and had been livestreamed.
The boat slowly glided towards the dock where the slave processing facility receives its materials. A member of the facility's staff was already waiting there to unload the arriving fresh females. These had been captured less than 72 hours earlier on a deserted beach by a gang of slave hunters. The arrival of the delivery boat had been automatically announced at the processing facility's control center an hour ago when the boat operator's security collar had entered Big City's geofence. Now the cargo was to be handed over quickly so that the transformation of the three females into money-making slave material could begin as soon as possible.
Continued in "the slave processing industry (3)".