A Future Society

Anna was lined up with the other girls beside her, the heat from the electric torches on the wall stinging her bare backside. Her long blonde hair stretched down to the top of her ass, shielding her back from the heat, but she often wondered during line ups whether or not a bulb would burst and send sparks flying onto her locks, setting her ablaze. Setting her free. Sometimes she wished it would.

For the time being, she was standing naked in the small chamber with her suite mates, the Collar locked tightly in place around her neck. It was a heavy metal, painted gold, with her name inscribed along side it. She often stared at it in her vanity mirror, her long painted nails tracing the edges of the inscription. Not long enough for the Mistresses to see her doing it, however. Otherwise the shock that would be transmitted through it would be enough to make her forget about more than just it for awhile.

Never completely, though. Madam Sifer had seen to that. The voluptuous woman lay on the bed before them, propped up on pillows, in nothing but a sheer night gown draped over her thin frame and curved features. Anna could see her dark nipples poking up from beneath her gown, her legs curved to hide the shaved slit she had been exposed to on her first day. Her own body reacted accordingly, picturing her face buried in the woman's muff.

She held a device, similar to something Anna once had in her home long ago, and on each button she controlled the young girls' fates. For now, they stood naked, immobile, ready to receive some new instruction – or punishment.

"What fine young ladies you are," Madam Sifer said, almost to herself. "Really. I do believe we've outdone ourselves this time."

Anna and her friends stood motionless, eyes dead, minds moving a mile a minute. Something the Collar couldn't prevent.

"My Guardians have treated most of you well. And from what I've seen and heard, you've serviced them equally as fair. Although some of you have been more cooperative than others," she said, taking a long hard look in Anna's direction. "There's no need to worry, darlings. Some of you are ready to move on. You'll be released, back into the real world. You'll be citizens at last. But the rest will stay here with me."

Madam Sifer stood up, walking up to each girl, staring at them and wiggling the little remote before their lifeless eyes.

"All my dolls, do you see? You belong to me, and all the other women of the world. And none of you will forget that. Ever." She pressed a long nail onto one of the buttons, and the Collar on Anna's neck spread a warmth from her spine to her head, and back down to her hands and legs. Her whole body seemed to heat up. It was a feeling she knew well. She tried to close her eyes, to shut out the feelings, but she couldn't move. Madam Sifer's dark brown eyes, pale face, red lips, and wide white grin smiled in Anna's face as the warmth spread into her cheeks.

Fight this, a little voice said in the back of Anna's mind. This Collar...fight it. Fight her! Don't you remember who you are?

At this, Anna's cock stirred and twitched, fighting the warmth, fighting the Collar. Fighting the Madam. Madam Sifer had expected it, looked down at all the feminized boys standing naked in her private room, the lights behind them illuminating their now soft skin, their curved hips, budding – and in some cases, enlarged – breasts, perfect little images of eighteen year old princesses who were removed from their homes because the geneticists had missed their genes, made an error. They were born boys, and it was the Dead Rose Society's job, as well as other Society's around the world, to prevent these boys from becoming men. Aside from their cocks, shaved and shrunken by the effects of the Collar, they would become the slaves of the world, their dicks reminding them of the second class status and shame they would live with. Which is what the Madam and her fellow sisters the world over wanted. And so it went from as long as the boys who were unfortunate to be born could remember. Some were tougher than others, but they all eventually broke. No man ever came out of the Dead Rose Society, with a penis or without.

Beside Anna (one of the toughest minds Madam Sipher had ever had to fight) was Carla, a tall, dark skinned beauty, with short jet black hair. Her own dick sprung to life as well, an organ much larger than Anna's, yet the rest of her body completely devoid of life. The other girls merely let the warm feelings overtake them, their minds going blank, their past lives forgotten. They were newborns, as Madam Sifer liked to say.

"What a shame. Two nasty boys who refuse to see the truth. This world doesn't have a place for you anymore. All you were good for were these," she said, wrapping a hand around Anna's now bulging erection, "and only to make better, biological, superior women. It's back to your suite rooms for you, dear. I'll not give up on you yet. You'll get your Final Inspections tomorrow," said Madam Sifer to Anna and Carla. The door behind them opened, flooding iridescent light from the hallway into the dungeon-like atmosphere, and two strong hands gripped Anna's thin and weak arms.

"Lead them back to their rooms. Give them a good treat before sleep," said the Madam to the Guardians. The giant man, nearly seven feet tall and made of pure muscle, with nothing but a loincloth for modesty, lifted the lifeless girl over his shoulders and carried her down the blinding white hallways of the Society.

When Anna was placed back in her room, the Collar's release kicked in, the warmth subsiding and her joints allowed to move once again. Her own room was a step up from where she had come from. All new boys to the Society's Temple were placed in a large harem, fighting for space on the bevy of cushions about the room. But now that she was almost ready to go back to the world, Anna had her own room, her own vanity mirror, her own personal Guardian that would make love to her whenever he wanted. And he wanted to now.

"You still have to spend time here with me," he said matter-of-factly, as she lay on the bed, naked, her erection disappearing.

"I guess so," she said in her high, lilting voice. She never did know what her Guardian's name was. They weren't allowed names, only tattoos on their arms to distinguish them. They were the grunts, the brutes, the ones not suitable for the Society to transform. Better to work as real slaves, the women deemed. The world was better off this way. But she was no less a slave than her Guardian was, Anna thought. Only I'll be forced to know and live it when I'm sent back out. To accept it.

The Guardian straddled her on the bed and kissed, lightly at first, the stubble of his beard brushing her smooth cheeks. Then like usual he shoved his tongue inside and played with her own, his breathing growing heavy. They were always like this, she thought. Like animals. His enormous erection was pressed against his stomach, and her own cock, shrunken and practically invisible compared to his mammoth seven inch member, stuck straight into the air. His hands were clutching her shoulder so tightly it began to ache.

She felt a warmth spreading from the collar. Someone was watching. Probably the Mistresses. Maybe even the Madam. Whoever it was, they wanted to make sure she enjoyed it. The heat spread into the back of her head, all the way down her spine and through her loins to the tip of her small four inch dick. Her asshole began to pulse. She returned the kisses, ran her nails down his muscular back, wrapped her smooth legs around his waist.

The Guardian knew his signs. He stopped kissing, stood up from the bed, and spread her legs with his hands like he was opening the curtains of a window. Anna was completely overcome with feelings from the Collar. She wanted him inside her – now. Her own breath was rapid, her breasts heaving and nipples standing as erect as her member.

"Place it in me," she said, though she wondered if the Guardian ever knew what he was doing besides satisfying his own desires. He aimed his cock at her girlish cherry and entered slowly, out then in, out then in. Her gasps matched his rhythm, the pain giving way to a pleasure that went from deep in her bowels to her dick. She took her thin, manicured hand and began to stroke herself as the Guardian sped up until he was practically ramming her. The bed was rocking, the pain and the pleasure were mixed. Her hand continued pumping, her other fumbling on her breast. The Guardian was pumping until his face was crunched and he looked ready to pop.

With a final thrust he pulled out, coming all over Anna's chest, globs of white cum dripping down her curves onto the sheets. Her hand was a blur until she felt the pleasure surge through her tiny, shaven balls, letting out a few small droplets of her own boy juices that refused to disappear, still clinging to a past life. Remember when you used to shoot as much? the little voice said.

"No," she said aloud, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Madam Sipher lay on her bed, panting heavily from the dildo she had used on herself as she watched her feminized prize being used like the inferior bitch she was though the camera in Anna's room. Often she liked watching the harem, in its constant state of orgy, the young males adjusting to the hormones and the mind control of their new Collars that they'd wear for the rest of their lives. Or sometimes she'd watch the Mistresses bring their girlfriends over after a particularly long day of paperwork. But something about the Guardians and the newly made girls....especially Anna. The little cunt got what was hers. What she'd always get. The strong willed, the smart...well, she was put in her place time and again.

But she had fixed them, hadn't she? And she felt content knowing it was her and her Dead Rose Society that made their new life possible. She and her forebears had rid the world of the male problem once and for all, even if it meant forcing them to fear her and the true women. The world of the Dead Rose Society was better off. She wondered if they thanked her enough.

"Of course not," she said, placing the dildo back inside her for another go round.

Anna's dreams were frightening. She was back in the harem, young boys kissing one another, jerking each other off, semen surging everywhere. It was on the pillows, it was in their rapidly growing hair. The hormones surging through the Collar were wreaking havoc with their systems. Anna struggled to find someone to sleep with, someone to let her share a pillow, but she couldn't. She slept on the floor in the space between as the orgies continued and the hormones were administered and the Collars shocked everyone who didn't behave.

Madam Sifer was there with her remote, pushing button after button, standing over Anna, telling her she was nothing, she was no one, not until the Society said so. Not until Jason was gone forever, his dick used for creating sperm to be frozen in some factory where it would pump out pure girls who didn't need Collars and direction. Submit, submit, the Madam kept saying. Then she would push Anna's face into her glistening wet pussy and demand satisfaction as the Collar shocked her into agony.

With a scream Anna awoke, clutching the blanket on her bed to in her hands so tightly she nearly tore it into pieces.

Not just dreams, the little voice said. The voice of a young boy named Jason. Your life. The voice seemed farther than before. The Collar buzzed and vibrated on her neck, confusing her, sending her mind spinning. She didn't know what she was. You're Anna, she thought to herself.

"Am I?"

Who else would you be?

The little voice said nothing. Laying back, she gripped the blanket in her hand and wondered.

"Are you alright, Anna?" said a voice. Her door opened slightly, a thin figure coming inside. Her eyes adjusted to see Mistress Eve, a young woman of fair skin and red hair, the most beautiful Mistress Anna believed to be in the Society, standing in her usual work outfit of a brown business suit at the foot of her bed. Her hair was pulled back tight in a bun, a modest amount of makeup on her face. All Mistresses were there for business purposes only, but each was armed with a remote similar to the Madam's. Eve's remote hung like a gun in a holster at her waist.

"Just a dream," Anna said. Mistress Eve, no doubt watching from one of the many cameras, nodded like she understood. And in a way, she did. She and Anna often had conversations on the Society and the Collars affects on the young feminized men, always in hushed tones.

"Do you need anything? Water?"

"No, thank you."

"The cameras are off, Anna," Eve said, sitting on the edge of the bed and inching closer. Once, in a fit of lust Anna was not sure she caused, Eve had shut down the cameras for one other reason only. Her dick stirred as she remembered it.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Eve..."

"I know. I just...I tire of watching you on camera. Of seeing you in the halls looking dejected. I've never seen a girl resist the effects of the Collar for so long. Even your friend Carla is almost under its spell."

Anna said nothing. Eve was almost nose to nose with her, whispering in a sweet voice.

"A few more presses of the button and you'll break, and that rebellious streak of yours will end, and I'll never see you again," she said, leaning in and putting slight pressure on Anna's lips with her own. "We could have one more night."

"We could have many more if you help me," Anna said.

Eve pulled back slightly. "I...you know I can't do that."

"I don't believe you."

Eve said nothing, only went in for another kiss.

"Did you get what I asked for?" Anna asked.

"Yes."

"Tomorrow Carla and I have one final inspection with the Madam."

"I know. She'll give you your last final doses from the Collar," Eve said sadly.

"Then if you do what I ask, and leave me with what I need – we can stop her. We can change the rules, for once."

This time Anna went in for a kiss, and the two embraced, their tongues fiercely wrestling. Despite her early orgasm, her dick was ready for another round. This time she didn't need the Collar to get excited. These were her feelings. She began undoing the buttons on Eve's blouse, still kissing as she pulled them open. Eve slipped the clothing off, letting Anna unhook the bra underneath. Her full, round breasts hung in the open air, dark nipples already stiff. Anna leaned down and kissed the right one, nibbling gently on the nub, her soft hair brushing against Eve's chest. A moan escaped her lips as she leaned back and let Anna suck on her other breast.

"We train you so well," she said before another moan. "So well, I fell for you the moment I saw you." Eve pulled her up and placed an even harder kiss on her lips, her tongue probing Anna's mouth. It was so much more slender, more delicate than the Guardian's tongue, Anna thought. Doing it with Eve had always been different. She was taken care of in the most sensual, loving way. She was not an object. Eve had never explained why she was attracted to her, but Anna assumed she offered her something she couldn't get anywhere else. And she believed her when she said things could change if people wanted them to.

For now Anna was content to have what could be one last night. She let Eve push her back onto the bed. She let her suck on her own breasts, exciting her nipples, sending shivers up her spine that had nothing to do with remotes and hormones. She let Eve place her warm, wet mouth onto her little cock. Anna gripped the bed as Eve's mouth bobbed up and down, her lips forming a tight seal around her little member, her hand fondling her smoothly shaven sack. Her nail fingered her asshole ever so slightly, and without thinking she realized she'd put her legs up, sticking her ass out. Her body wanted to be fucked.

As her cock stiffened and her balls grew closer to her body, Eve stopped and stood up. Anna whimpered slightly.

"I'm not done yet," Eve said with a smile. She undid the button on her pants and shimmied out of them, revealing a trim, curvy figure. She was without panties, a dark triangle patch hiding her own pussy. Anna loved seeing her bush. It was so...different from the Madame's or her own shaven crotch, which she attended everyday. She wondered if all real girls kept themselves so wild.

Eve got onto the bed and straddled Anna, grabbing hold of her cock and aiming it towards her own hole. Anna could feel the heat from her pussy, felt a few drops fall from the lips and onto her balls. Then her organ was encased in warmth, and the two girls closed their eyes in pleasure as Eve began to bounce. There was nothing but the rocking of the bed, the slight moans from the girls, and the squishing sounds of pussy enjoying the ride. Anna opened her eyes and saw Eve's bouncing breasts, her back arched and her own hand rubbing her clit furiously.

That was all it took. With a sudden surge, Anna's balls contracted and sent spurt after spurt of her own cum deep inside Eve's womb. She felt Eve's muscled clench around her cock, and her faced contorted into one that looked like pain, but she knew better. Her bouncing slowed. She pulled her hand away from her clit and slid off Anna's cock, laying down beside her on the bed, her body hot and sweaty. The two kissed.

"I'll miss that," Eve said.

"You don't have to."

"I...have the pick in my suit. You just have to place it behind your neck, turn it counter clockwise. Then press in. It should unlock the Collar," Eve said. "It's not complicated."

"I didn't think it would be."

"Things could really change if you plan on doing something with it. If you get caught..."

"I'm going to need your help. Will you do it?"

Eve kissed her.

"I've fallen in love with one of our own slaves. I'm too far gone not to help."



"What do you think happened to the other girls?" Carla asked, sipping her protein shake. Anna and her friend sat together in Carla's room, a suite even bigger than Anna's, with two chairs, a table and a bathroom that the two often shared for meals and feminine deportment lessons. Neither of the girls' rooms had a window. They had not seen the sun since their earliest days, and soon considered the blinding white hospital-like lamps of the Temple to be the brightest thing they would see.

"I suppose the Madam let them go to new homes," said Anna, the weight of her Collar holding her head closer to her food than normal. At least it felt heavier.

"Lunch is a lot quieter without them. I guess their replacements will be here soon enough."

Anna nodded, slowly chewing on her lunch of carrot sticks and wheat bread.

"Do you think we'll remember this place?"

"Yes. The cruel parts of it too," she said.

"What's wrong? Upset we didn't make the grade?"

"No," Anna said. "We're never going to. We're not girls," she said in a whisper. "No matter what the Madam says."

"Anna, please, don't say that. It's just a matter of time. When we're fixed, we'll be able to go out and live."

"We'll still be different. Our dicks will still be there. We'll still be outcasts."

"You'd rather stay here?" Carla asked. "The world won't have us as we were."

"I have a plan," she said, whispering so low it was barely a breath. "Mistress Eve said she would help me."

"What? Why?"

"She doesn't agree with the Madam," Anna said. Better to leave out the falling in love part. "Or with the Society. Will you be with me when I do it?"

Carla sipped her shake, knowing the cameras were watching. The Madam and her Mistresses were watching. Could probably hear them. Anna stared at her, blue eyes pleading.

"We're like sisters," she said. "As long as you don't leave me behind too."

"Never."

"So what do you plan to do?" Carla asked.

"Just listen closely."