A Sissy in the 22nd Century Pt. 03

Preface

In a future not too far flung, humanity has progressed to a stage where almost all production and provision of society's needs is automated. With no need to work, all citizens are instead driven to find lifestyles that fulfil their own and each other's fundamental desires. This is achieved through the medium of an overruling system of artificial intelligences and mathematical algorithms which record vast amounts of data about each individual from the moment they are born; working out precisely where they will most comfortably fit into the lives of everyone else.

Medical science has also made great leaps, to the degree in which the Grand Algorithm can manipulate hormone provision and expression in all those under its control... Shaping their bodies and minds to perfectly fit the role it determines they are destined to fill. Citizens age slowly and rarely suffer any sort of malady, with immortality being considered a very real possibility in the next decade or so. Ideas like gender division are considered childish and old fashioned, with what genitalia and pronouns an individual uses dependant more on the lifestyle they lead than whatever was attached when they were born.

There are still inequalities and divisions within society though. Having emerged from the cocoon of free market capitalism, society is still very much tiered by class and overshadowed by corporate elitism... with the commodities sold simply having changed entirely toward 'entertainment' in one fashion or another. The rich are seemingly deemed fit to stay so by the Algorithm, the middle classes content enough to spend their entire lives devoted to any perversion that might take their fancy. This self-centred outlook leaves little interest in raising a family, so any children they do produce are generally given over to group 'Homes' wherein they are looked after and raised by those who have been determined to actually enjoy parenting. These young men and women are, of course, then sorted into roles that provide for their progenitors desires... thus continuing the cycle.

Our story picks up at the end of one such young man's second day of education at Madame Stanfield's prestigious academy for 1st Class Slutwives. After the traumatic events of his previous journey home; Jesse is more than a little nervous to be crossing the city in tight shorts, a crop top and with 'Slut' scrawled upon his forehead. Yet, a day of being praised and pampered for his role as a cocksucker, along with his burgeoning relationships with the other classmates, have buoyed him considerably. He rides the Maglev home with a kiss from Suzy still hot on his lips, and a silicon gift from the other femboy still secreted securely inside him.

Chapter 1: Bought and Paid for

Jesse found a seat in the sleek, air-conditioned confines of the maglev and let his beating heart slow back to normal. He honestly didn't know what had come over him... There had been the fear as that dark-windowed car had pulled up alongside him that morning, just where he had been assaulted and abused. Then the intense relief as Suzy had appeared, the first person he'd ever met who fit into so many of the same categories as him. The fact that the other sissy had immediately kissed him seemed an obvious miscalculation from his unusual upbringing... but, had it stayed with him all day? While they'd gone through the ups and downs of having their oral abilities judged, and then watched each other dress and undress into a thousand slutty fantasies? While he'd felt the borrowed toy Suzy had burrowed into him shift and swell within his rectum?

Jesse wasn't even sure he liked Suzy, on a more than forced-acquaintances level... The large-breasted boy was terribly naive, and more than a little standoffish; with his fierce loyalty to 'Daddy' and clumsy lack of social awareness. Yet... it was clear they both felt some sort of connection, deep beneath their skin. Jesse had heard Suzy openly ask his master if they could buy him... and that hadn't drawn up any great waves of horror or betrayal. The pampered sissy just wanted to share something with him: A life he saw as wholesome and fulfilling. To someone who could only remember life in the Homes, and who held no such contented certainty about his future... There was some attraction in that. Did he honestly think he couldn't play the part of a pretty pet? Just another furnishing in one of those gleaming, white mansions. Was that really any different from where he might end up otherwise?

The boy was so absorbed by these thoughts that he didn't notice the expensively-dressed couple get on at one of the stops and take an immediate interest in him. Not until a woman who looked somewhere in her early thirties with curling black hair had quite calmly leaned down... and taken hold of his chin.

"Well aren't you just the sweetest little treat!" She cooed in a sing-song voice, her eyes dancing above the level of Jesse's own. The teenage sissy realised she was admiring the word 'Slut' which remained branded across his forehead, and blushed at how he could possibly forget it was there.

"How much are you, cutie?" The woman asked, tickling him a little under the chin with pristine fingernails.

A small burst of burnt pride rose up in Jesse at the thought she'd mistaken him for a prostitute... Only for it to double back into a pit of self-doubt as he realised the woman was, in fact, right. In the background he saw the immaculate gentleman she was with, smiling down at them with clear adoration. The pair looked exactly like the sort of perfect, privileged couple which featured in every magazine and advertisement. Those born into the life everyone else was supposed to aspire to... but could never possibly acquire. He was intimidated just by how clean-cut and happy they looked. While he didn't even know what the price that had been placed above his head came to. Not only was he a whore now... but he was also not a very good one.

"I-I... don't know... It's all in my collar... i-if you want-"

He reached up absent-mindedly to tug at the thing nervously. Its tightness around his throat suddenly returning to focus, after having faded worryingly into unnoticeable discomfort.

"That's adorable! She must be so fresh!" Squealed the woman. "Oh, John. Can we have her?!"

"Already working on it, my love..." Stated her companion, tapping at the holographic display from his glinting wristwatch. "Two days out of Stanfield's! We have got lucky... I think even Father bought a wife or two from there. Very well trained... Ah, there we go: She's all ours for the next few hours!"

Jesse felt just the briefest hum of his collar's electric capabilities. Confirming the purchase he guessed... and reminding of what they could now do if he refused to go along. For a second he thought perhaps he should warn them that he wasn't actually a girl. But then he remembered how obvious the small bulge in his ridiculously tight shorts was, and how much free information the collar held about him.

They knew what he was... Except now they had paid enough to decide who she had to be.

Chapter 2: Along the Promenade

Jesse was hustled off the maglev at a station she had never been to before, half-dragged by the over-eager arm of her paid mistress for the next four hours. The supersonic transport only stopped and opened the nearest doors to passengers specific to the tickets that were booked for them... Just another subtle, little way that the riff-raff were kept out of areas where they weren't supposed to be. The Algorithm had only ever provided Jesse with access to the Home and her various schools... So there were great chunks of the city of which she'd seen nothing more than a blur.

This station, for instance... Opened out onto a hilltop overlooking several miles of beaches and promenades, flanked on both sides by a vastness of twinkling ocean. A warm breeze full of the smell of sea salt tousled her hair and large, white gulls swooped overhead. Yet... the currently-female teen knew all of this was impossible; regardless of the general improbability of finding a long, sturdy spit of land with glorious beaches on both sides. For she knew for a fact that their vast city-state sat nowhere near any coasts. There wasn't the slightest flicker on the horizon to give the game away... but all of this had to be an illusion generated by absolutely massive sky-screens, wave-machines and climate controls. The sheer scope of expense and technology that would be required to create this simply blew the sissy's mind, to the point where she had to just stand and stare for minutes on end. Desperately trying to find a crack in the mirage.

Her purchasers waited patiently, smiling at the clear look of awe plastered across their new toy's face. Clearly this view no longer worked its magic on them; and eventually they had to usher Jesse on from just this gateway into the miracle. Each slid a hand confidently down the back of her already-constrictive shorts, cupping the bare ass-cheeks which lay beneath. Then led her down through the narrow, cobbled streets like that. Caught between them like a child on a day out with her parents, except with a considerable amount more groping. The femboy was far too distracted to notice, however: staring into every little side-alley bar and quaint-facaded cafe they passed. This place was truly a seaside holiday distilled. A half-forgotten memory of some ancient architect's Mediterranean childhood, cast in peach and yellow stone and nostalgia-tinted sunlight.

The afternoon passed in a whirl that Jesse could hardly pin down, even while experiencing it. Never had she had so many new and simple joys in so short a time. She was bought a towering ice cream sundae. The precariousness of which was only offset by her hostess insisting on licking off any drips which trickled down her neck and collarbone. They walked along the pure, white sand of one beach, feeling it spill between their toes and watching the surfers zip and crash among the waves. Only to cross the central promenade of shops and restaurants to find themselves this time on jet-black, volcanic sediment. This was considerably hotter upon the sole, but was interspersed by shallow pits of cooling mud. Beautiful people wallowed in these everywhere, coating themselves head to toe so you could barely tell which were wearing designer bikinis and which were naked playthings brought along on their master's whim.

Bouts of extremely erotic wrestling were commonplace... and even seemed to be semi-professionally arranged. Jesse could not work out the rules at all, but caught the gist: Two master's brought their favourite human toy and challenged each other to a battle which was more about flexible aesthetics than actual violence. There was an amateurish, hobbyist showboating to all of it... with extra contenders often being added mid-fight and catching a boasting leader by surprise. Smiles and laughter gleamed all around, and the battles always seemed to inevitably end in just an orgy of muddy bodies intertwining with each other: snogging and screwing all as part of the show.

Jesse's own purchasers were more than happy to just let her wander between these, watching. They poured hands and adoration over both each other and their rented teenager in a near constant torrent. The sissy had never known anyone with what seemed like such an overflow of love and affection, that they couldn't help but spill it out on everyone around. After a while she just got used to their continuous groping, and barely registered as she was dragged along by a grip upon her small penis... or felt her ear being chewed upon and neck being hickeyed one more time.

At one point it was half threatened that she herself might be pushed forward to join one of those slippery battles. But, panickedly looking up at the tanned and muscled bodies of the average contenders... She quickly realised she was being teased. Men, women or mixed-between; those who had been picked to provide entertainment here were of a different stock to the small, slight sissy. They glistened and flexed with an inner confidence just made for being a spectacle under the baking sun. More of the Algorithm's genetic shaping at work. Jesse let herself be pulled away, back towards the lamp-lit streets under slowly descending twilight.

Chapter 3: Wined and Dined

There was a heat and charge to the air in this place that was entirely foreign to Jesse... as if she truly was under a different sun on some far-off shore. She wondered if perhaps it was just a coincidental effect of being flanked by electronic horizons that blended themselves in... all the way up to the, still presumably real, sky. Sweet scents drifted everywhere: From hanging baskets of flowers, racks of drying spices and permanently blossoming trees. Music echoed from within every open doorway and out from the smiles and fingertips of an endless assortment of wandering entertainers. It was all so unbelievably far from the muted, towering efficiency of the city Jesse knew. How could those two opposing ideals possibly exist without a break in the landscape between them? Did the same computed systems really create and hold sway over this place and the Homes?

The sissy was guided to a table outside one restaurant among many. She sat where she was told and watched a tall, thin waitress walk immediately over to take an order of drinks in a thick and exotic accent. The woman was wearing nothing at all besides a pair of clicking, black heels and a thin, ribbon choker of similar hue. Her patch of dark, curling pubic hair hovering nearly at Jesse's eye level and trimmed into a neat, little triangle. Yet she moved with a feline confidence that the nervous teen thought she could never feign to... even with all her clothes on. 'John' ordered three glasses of wine while his partner, who their rented sissy had finally found out was called 'Miranda', pawed over the electronic menus.

Perhaps to be expected... Jesse didn't recognise a single thing on the offered list. Half of them didn't even seem to be written in English. She was fairly confident most would just be variations on salad or pasta however... the Algorithm would be trying to counteract that ice cream she'd had earlier. While it always provided a variety of dishes, there almost seemed a prideful malice in the way it tried to defend the body-type it had worked so hard to provide you with. Scheduled exercise routines would be considerably ramped up in those who tried to spoil themselves... so Jesse tended to try and avoid earning such ire.

Miranda, however, leaned over the femboy's shoulder and hissed at the frugal entries.

"Oh, how boring!" She exclaimed. "No, we can't have you wasting away like that... I'll order you something off my menu sweetpea."

Jesse didn't quite know how to react to that. "B-but, won't the Algorithm-?"

"Oh, bother the silly thing dear! You have to be naughty sometimes. We'll just let it think I stuffed two whole meals into myself and then I'll tell Paolo to record double the number of sit ups in my session tomorrow morning... See: A woman can't let these machines get the better of her!"

She had dropped down to a conspiratory whisper for this last part... but Jesse didn't think the lady was actually worried at all about being overheard, even by the microphones in the slutwife-to-be's collar. The Home-raised teen had never even encountered such casual disregard for the rules they all lived by. It made her shiver with a nervous thrill. Was it really so easy for these people to just ignore the whole system?!

When the wine arrived, Jesse's hands were still trembling a little at all these new-found freedoms. She'd never had alcohol before... though she vaguely knew it existed. The ruby red liquid was somehow sweet and also tarter than anything she'd ever tasted. It seemed to cling to the back of her throat with a tingling, acidic sensation she was not so sure she liked. But she didn't stop sipping it anyway.

The meal was delicious, some sort of fish drenched in a rich and spicy sauce. The couple who had purchased her spent the entire time teasing and joking with their young escort. They both seemed genuinely interested in Jesse's life and trials and absolutely in love with each other and the world in general. Soon the teen sissy almost forgot she was a boy with 'Slut' still printed across her forehead, whored away from her journey home by these two strangers. It was as if, in this new and magical place, she was someone new herself. A naive but happy suburban princess perhaps, being spoiled by long-lost relatives. It was a dream she couldn't help but grasp for... with the tingle of wine and spices upon her lips.

Chapter 4: Canaries and Cages

By the time the first course was over... and another full glass of ruby liquid had somehow appeared to replace the first. Jesse was feeling a spreading warmth running up and down the back of her neck, as if the sun was still caressing her there and encouraging her every word and action. Miranda's hand had been crawling across the sissy's thigh for almost the entire meal, tickling and teasing the bulge in her shorts with ever-straying digits. But she no longer felt any great embarrassment or anxiety about that. If anyone around had noticed... well the label and uniform she was wearing hardly hinted anything else.

Suddenly, Jesse felt like she could shake loose a little... of the endless chains of self-doubt which had always constrained and gagged her. There was no-one here who knew her. No-one could think any less of her than the scantily-clad image with 'Slut' scrawled upon it which they were already faced with. While John and Miranda were so kind and encouraging and openly smitten. Completely absorbed by their evening's acquisition and uninterested by anyone else that came and went around them. The normally too-shy-to-ask teen found herself quizzing them on their lives and thoughts. Wondering if they could possibly live like this every day?

"Oh, we're not very exciting Darling..." Stated Miranda. Scooping up a fingertip of cream from her dessert and leaving a spot of it, laughingly, on the tip of Jesse's nose. "John's father and mine are brothers with interests overseas, but we're the first born of each of them. So have to stay here as 'Heirs to the company holdings'. Basically we're just paperweights on an insurance policy, in case something terrible happens to either of them..."

John simply nodded shruggingly at this. For the entire afternoon he had let the woman who turned out to be his cousin do most of the vocalising.

"We grew up together... While one or the other of them took turns running things over here, before returning to the harem of our mothers and siblings they keep over there..."

Miranda's voice took on that conspiratorially-loud whisper again as she revealed:

"Seems like both of them had a real habit of knocking-up whichever nannies or serving staff were left to look after them when they were young... So we don't even really know which of them are our actual mothers! They're all just still paid wages to live out there on holiday and occasionally have another baby when required. We think dear Dad and Uncle Benji just have a thing for the big, round bellies... Once we've popped out, they don't really know what to do with us."