I stand on the dark streets, cold wind blowing over my naked body. Where am I? What am I doing here? Who am I? I try to think back but I have no memories, a few vague flashes of something but it is unclear and unfocused. Why can't I remember? For some strange reason part of my mind tells me not to worry, another seems to be on the lookout foe something. 

As I breath I feel a heavy weight around my neck, feeling with my hand I touch a metal band, a strange sense of comfort flowing over me, as if I am being watched or tracked, an invisible master keeping watch over me, monitoring me, seeing my every step, the feeling is weirdly nice, reassuring and comforting for some reason, making me feel safe. I also seem to feel a sense of pride in my jewellery, as if it makes me have value, gives me purpose, makes me feel wanted, like I have a meaning, one I'm still fully figuring out. 

My eyes seem to focus as a vehicle slows, a hunger building inside me as it pulls up to me. The man in the drivers seat stares at me hungrily, looking over my exposed body, examining me with interest. For some reason I don't feel anything, a distance part of my mind seems to think that I should be humiliated and ashamed but I'm not, I like the feeling of being fully on display, of showing myself off, of others examining me like they would any other item they were purchasing. 

"How much?" 

"Depends what you want? 5 for a quicky, 7 for a BJ, 10 to swallow, 15 for a fuck, 20 no condom, 40 for spitroast and 50 for a gangbang." How do I know that? I don't even know my name but I know that? So strange. My thoughts quickly fade as I feel an uncomfortable pain in my crotch as my cock begins the strain against its chastity cage, my mind filling with lust as the door clicks open.

"Get in." Without thinking I obediently do as I'm told and climb into his car, my eyes immediately focusing on the bulge in his trousers.

"So, what will it be?" He smiles,

"Why don't you start with giving me a nice stroke while we head to mine." He holds a card up to my collar and I hear a beep, as I do I smile and do as he asks, reaching over and unzipping his trousers before pulling out his cock and start to playfully stroke it, my mind fixated by it, the sight, smell and feel making my cock strain in growing arousal, almost forgetting that the rest of the world exists. 

The car stops and I snap out of my focus, the area around me now completely different. 

"Let's get inside and have some fun." I smile, horny excitement filling me, my cock straining in anticipation. Why am I feeling like this? Does it really matter? I want to have some fun. My mind empties, only thinking of one thing as I follow the stranger into his home, I want to be fucked, I want to taste his cum, I want to make my master happy. 

Stepping inside his home I suddenly wonder if I have a home of my own, I must have somewhere to sleep and eat, I have a vague idea of somewhere, the thought quickly leaves my mind as we reach his bedroom and I kneel down in front of him as he lowers his trousers, his hard cock immediately drawing my attention and I begin to suck on it hungrily, my tongue rolling over it, taking in his wonderful taste as I push it further in, moving back and forth, slowly taking it into my throat, my own cock straining hard in its cage, part of me wishing that I could feel what he does, the denial only increasing my already intense desires, as I continue to suck on his cock pushing it all the way down my throat, my nose touching his crotch, its smell driving my insane. 

I suddenly feel my head pulled back and I breath hard and look up at the stranger, a grin on his face. Pulling my hair he roughly drags and throws me onto the bed, I instinctively rest on all fours, lowering my head and raising my ass invitingly, begging him to slide his cock deep inside me, my mind unable to think of anything else, all I want, all I crave, is his cock. I gasp as his cock lubed only with my saliva slams hard into my ass without warning, my moans quickly filling the room as he thrusts deep inside me, filling my ass as I move my hips back and forth in time with him and making my straining cock swing helplessly underneath me as it desperately tries to grow inside its tiny prison. My moans grow louder as I'm pushed towards the edge, my mind barely able to think, my hips moving in time with his thrusts, slamming his cock as deep as possible into me, my cock straining painfully, crushing against the metal surrounding it. Feeling one last hard thrust, the stranger groans loudly, warm cum filling my insides, my body unable to control itself as I cum, biting my lip as I let out a loud moan, my body shaking, my cum shooting out of my cage, my mind lost in a blissful haze.

I walk down the street, I have no idea where I am but I seem to know exactly where I'm heading to. I smile as I feel warm cum leaking down my leg, the taste of cum lingering wonderfully in my mouth, tonight was amazing, I hope my master will be proud of me. 

I continue walking, the question of who I am completely out of my mind, the answer feels completely unimportant, the only thing that matters is doing my job, having fun doing it and returning to my master after earning him plenty of money. 

Epilogue: 

I look at the amount my new slave has made and smile, for his first night he did well, he'll pay off the cost of his reprogramming in no time. So many people come to me hoping for a new life, to disappear, to restart somewhere new, to be happy, and I give them exactly what they want. Probably not how they imagine it though, I doubt any if them thought they'd be taken, have their memories erased, appearance altered, be reprogrammed, put in a completely different country, and spend the rest of their lives as a horny sex crazed sex slave and whores, pleasuring strangers every night to make me money. But they technically got what they asked for, a new life, a fresh start, happiness, a life of meaning and purpose. What more could they want? They even get a retirement plan, once they're worn out and used up, or get badly injured by a rough client, they get to spend their days in a nice room at a cheap brothel, kept warm and fed, getting plenty of visitors. 

I smile as I see my new slave walk into the room, cum still dripping from his ass, a look of content pleasure on his face, also lost in a blissful trance. I watch as he kneels, his head bowed slightly.

"Did I do well master?" 

"Yes slave. Go clean yourself up and get some rest, you have another busy day tomorrow night." He rises, face beaming with joy, pleased to hear my praise, the only reward he needs or desires.

"Thankyou sir." With that he leaves, happily going to his simple room, not a care in the world, far better than the anxious and stressed out man who came to me needing to get away, desperate for a new life somewhere else. What exactly he was trying to get away from I don't know, nor do I care, it doesn't matter any more, no one will find him here and he will never even think of his old life or try to return to it. 

I feel slightly horny after seeing my new slave submit himself to me so happily, maybe I'll give him a visit and try him out for myself. Good to check on the quality of the goods after all.