I was still looking at the bodies of the mother and children when the commandant came by and patted me on the shoulder.

“Good job!,” he said. “I see you are going to fit in well. But that girl is still alive, finish her off.”

She was lying on her back, legs spread out towards me, giving me a clear view of her sex as if waiting for somebody to fuck her. I was tempted to fire right into her cunt, but I knew that would only satisfy my lust and no the commander's order to kill her, so I unloaded the magazine into her chest. She let out a moan as her back arched and parts of her breast tore off – a few seconds later the body lay still with no sign of breathing. She was dead.

“Come with me, I will show you around.”

He led me first into the medical building. Subjects were either siting on chairs in the waiting room or being examined tied down to gurneys. Naturally all were naked, as they would be for the rest of their stay on the island – nobody was going to risk being shot like the girl who refused after that graphic demonstration.

I was expecting the females to be getting intimate internal examinations, but what the nurses were doing to the boys raised my eyebrows. The nurses had fingered the boys' penises to erection and place a condom on them. I could see that the nurses were giving them a hand job until they shot off a load of cum into the condom. Then they tied the end of the condom, the labelled it to match the number on a bracelet that each subject had been given, and stored it in a drawer.

“Oh yes, you are probably wondering why they are jerking off the boys,” said the commandant.

“It did seem a bit odd to me to let the nurses pleasure the boys.”

“Well, it's not for pleasure. You see we do a lot of scientific research here, and some experimental breeding. We analyze their sperm for possible future use. We also take a swab inside the girls' vaginas for the same purpose. Sometimes we get requests from genetic research companies for pregnant girls bred with certain boys' sperm.”

“Oh, so you actually let some subjects leave her?”

“Well not alive, no. We kill them when they are pregnant and sell the frozen bodies.”

“Oh, I see.”

“And we also use the blood and other samples taken from the subjects to sell organs to order after we kill them.”

We moved into another building just past the medical clinic. In it there was a large round cylinder with a mechanism around the walls, all about as high as a human being. As we watched, a girl was pushed into onto of them and ordered to stand on marks in the middle with her arms above her head and legs spread apart. The mechanism lit up and a beam scanned her body all around from top to bottom. On a screen the operator could check that a high-resolution 3-D image of the girl had been created, with extreme detail, especially of he sex organs.

“We make a catalog of all subjects so that paying guests can order them to be taken to their room. This girl is a virgin, notice she has a pink arm band, and she will fetch a high price.”

As we watched, a boy was brought in and made to stand the same way. His penis had flopped after the hand job given him by the nurse, so the attendant rubbed it and made it stiff again for the scanner. It clearly showed, sticking our form hi, on the 3-D image.

“Some of our guests like boys as well, or a combination. We supply all needs. Every subject has to pay their way by generating income for the camp. We only keep them alive while they are paying their way.”

“What about pregnancies,” I asked.

“Not really a problem. All family members sent here are under sentence of death, so if that is a problem we just finish them off to leave room for the next one.”

“So all subjects are used as prostitutes?”, I asked.

“Basically yes, unless they are too young.”

“What happens to them?”

“Oh they are sent to the nursery and we let nature take its course. Once they are old enough they join the rest in the main camp. But basically anybody that is useful has to perform or they don't eat.”

“Don't they miss their mother?”

“Not really. Once they start exploring each others bodies like adults they forget about their mother! We've even seen them playing at sex!”