Sold Ch. 03

"Sold" Chapter Three.

An acquisition and trafficking tale in the future dystopian country of Allegoria.

This is just a short story idea that I had. I decided I wanted to publish chapters quickly, but I don't have a specific overall agenda or plot line. So, you can help by suggesting ideas for Bianca in the comments or via feedback. Let me know what you think. What should happen to Bianca? How will her life change, for better or worse?

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5 months later...

Bianca felt her lungs expand as she gasped. She inhaled as if it was her first time breathing. Her whole body arched and stretched in her seat. Her mind now seemed hyper aware. Bianca felt as if she was just waking up. She woke up as if from a long nap or fugue. She was sitting in a chair. A desk chair...A school desk chair.

Bianca was sitting at a school desk and chair combination. Bianca looked around again and noted all the girls wore the same uniform. A yellow tartan miniskirt, white short-sleeve crop top blouse, top two buttons undone with cleavage revealing yellow bra tops, bare midriffs, yellow thigh highs and glossy black high heels.

Bianca looked down at herself and wasn't surprised to see she wore the same uniform.

Bianca tried to shift in her seat and look around but was prevented from doing so by the dildo up in her ass.

Bianca gasped again as the dildo struck her prostate. She took stock of her situation. She was sitting in a classroom, with her classmates, dressed like a slutty schoolgirl, with a long hard dildo deep into her bottom. Her panties were down slightly around her mid thighs, holding them together tightly.

Bianca looked around again, as much as she was able, and saw there were 5 other girls...sexy schoolgirls like her...sitting in desks in two rows. They were all looking at her. They had heard her gasp. They were all sitting the same way she was. Did they have dildos up their asses as well?

Bianca looked down at her desk. There was a tablet. The screen was open to a test. There was a test she was taking. On a tablet on her school-desk she was filling out answers. Confused and lacking direction she automatically selected an answer. The computer showed her the answer was correct.

A sudden short yet intense vibration from the dildo up her ass caused momentary pleasure to shoot through her body...as expected.

"Is something wrong Miss Bianca?"

Bianca gave full attention to the voice addressing her. It felt natural and right to give her full attention to the...teacher...yes...the mistress teacher...standing at the front of the class.

"No mistress...I...I..." Bianca stuttered. She was confused, and yet she also knew exactly where she was and why, but not how.

"I see." The teacher replied. The training mistress noted Bianca's eyes were now clearer, with a spark of intelligence behind them. Her demeanor had changed, subtly from airheaded bimbo to one of someone slightly lost and confused. She took out the phone and made a call.

"Welcome back." One of the other girls whispered.

Wait. Gurls...not girls...they were all gurls like her. Sissy girls going to school...no...not school...going to training...they were in, like, a boot camp...

"Yes. Just let her know Bianca finally woke-up." The training mistress said into the phone before hanging up.

Bianca's attention turned back to the training mistress. She was beautiful, with long brunette hair, white blouse, black pencil skirt, dark nylons and black heels. She was holding a riding crop she had been using as a pointer. Her makeup was strict with only red lipstick, dark eyeshadow, and a hint of rouge. Her demeanor was unsmiling. Her black bra holding her perfect breasts was barely visible through the white blouse. Her fitted blouse clung tight to her body. She looked magnificent!

"What happened?" Bianca asked, and on asking, more of her memories came crashing back into her mind.

"The test is complete. You may all leave now." The teacher-mistress at the front of the class intoned.

As one, all the gurls stood up, each one pulling her panties up over her bottom as the dildos they each were sitting on slipped free from their asses. Bianca didn't even question the bizarrely erotic scene she was witnessing, rather she felt familiarity as if she had done this hundreds of times before,

Each gurl removed the dildo from the seat, breaking the suction cup seal, walked in an orderly fashion to a small galley area in the back of the room and placed the dildo in a washing machine. Once the sixth and final dildo was in place the last gurl started the wash cycle.

Feeling simultaneously wet from lube, violated and gaped from the huge fake cock, and empty yet eager to be refilled, Bianca's actions mirrored those of the other gurls.

Ingrained!

Bianca's actions, and the actions of the other gurls, were ingrained in her. Memories of obedience and submission, and punishments when she had failed swirled around in her mind. She had learned obedience to such a degree that her actions were now ingrained inside her.

The gurls formed a single line, according to height, tallest gurl in front. Bianca easily remembered her place in the middle as she fell in and the gurls walked in step with each other on to their next assignment.

It was lunch, and the gurls would now serve other Service Providers and Staff in the galley and mess hall. Bianca knew it was their turn to waitress. Her team...no, her cadre...yellow cadre...it was all coming back to her now!

Bianca easily felt the routine and familiarity of her actions, and the novelty of remembering having done all this before. It was so easy to simply follow her conditioning. She knew what to do, and exactly how to do it because she had done it so many times before.

The only pall that overcame her sense of comfortable repetition was when the girls from red squad came in. Bianca felt it herself and could see the mood of the gurls of her cadre change. She felt irritation grow inside her and noted the same in the stance and postures of the other gurls of yellow cadre when red squad entered for lunch.

They hated red squad!

Rumor had it that the Girls and the Gurls used to be trained together until the girls complained that the gurls were slowing them down. Gurls need more training and conditioning than girls did. Eventually there was a reorganization and gurls now formed their own cadre and girls their squad.

Red SkwAd waZ Soo SPeC!Al...bunch of stuck up cunts!

Where the feminized male service providers such as her and yellow cadre had 6 months of training, the genetic girls of red squad only had 2 months.

Where the sissy service providers of yellow cadre were obligated to a seven-year contract, the genetic girls of red squad only had two-year contracts.

Bianca knew full well why there was a difference. It was explained to the yellow cadre as part of their training. Genetic girls were easy to come by, but feminine looking sissies were rare. The service was always struggling to fill the roster and overcoming the shortage of sissies, feminized men who could pass as women, was an ongoing concern.

Despite their rarity, the gurls were always tormented by the girls, who viewed them as imposters and frauds. Teasing and cruel taunts from the red squad were a daily norm and the sissies were taught to endure it, never complain, and never strike back.

S!SS!eS MusT AlWAys bE SuBM!ss!ve

Bianca both felt relief and could see relief in the other gurls of yellow cadre when red squad sat over in seating being served by male stud service trainees.

The studs were all handsome and muscular men. They only had a six-week training program and a similarly short two-year service contract as state employed whores and gigolos.

After 4 hours of waitressing the gurls finally turned over to the next shift and were able to have their dinner. They never ate lunch. Only a large breakfast, usually of fruits and cereals, and a small dinner, so as to keep their figures lean and trim.

The girls of yellow cadre sat with men and ladies from the training staff, as required of them and whom they served first before serving themselves. Despite her ravenous appetite, Bianca ate in a poised and delicate manner. Learning proper dining etiquette for dining in society was part and parcel of their training. She ate only small bites of food and made adequate time to chew. She sipped at her wine but made sure not to drink the whole glass. She and the gurls of her cadre demonstrated perfect use of their cutlery with appropriate manners, only engaged in polite small talk and only when they were spoken to, laughed politely at jokes and stories told by their dining companions, the training mistresses and masters, who would stop and question them from time to time, always testing their knowledge.

All routine, all part of the training, and all meant to emphasize her role as a submissive sissy and exert their control as her superiors. And she could remember it all.

After their meal the gurls cleared the table, ensured the masters and mistresses formally dismissed them, curtsied to them, then walked back to their dorm room. Bianca saw it as if seeing it for the first time, and yet as if having seen it for the hundredth time as well. The memories of lonely nights, sad nights of misery and servitude, contradicted with memories of happy nights staying up with her sissy sisters as if they were merely girls having a sleep over.

The room was large, with off-white walls and pink details along the crown molding, wainscotting, and cove molding as base trim. This room was carpeted as well, white wall to wall carpet with a pink oval area rug in the center, accessorized with pink and white bean bags, tuffets, and giant colorful stuffed plush pillows and stuffed animals. A place for lounging on those rare occasions they were allowed to relax.

There were six beds, three on each wall. Each bed was a full-size four poster canopy bed with white sheers draped at the posts and a sheer pale pink canopy arching between the four posts. The beds were all identically made with a white comforter, and pink dust ruffle. Each bed had many pillows with pink and white lace pillowcases. Each bed had a different plush toy snuggled in among the pillows for each gurl.

Besides each bed was a white wardrobe for each gurl to store her clothes, an oval floor length mirror, and a white vanity with Hepplewhite chair where each gurl practiced her beauty routine. Each vanity had an assortment of cosmetics laid out neatly in their appropriate spots.

The back of the room led to the shared bathroom. There were 3 sinks, three toilets in small private enclosures, and a large single glassed-in shared shower with three shower heads where the gurls all performed their daily ablutions.

Bianca could remember the initial reluctance all the gurls had as they were compelled by their trainers to shower and help each other with a shower routine that bordered on the sensual and erotic. Or the use of the enema shower applicators they used daily (or as necessary) to ensure their sissy pussies were always clean and ready to receive. A reluctance long lost to familiarity and routine.

The line of gurls simply fell out as each made their way to their individual beds. Bianca's feet knew exactly which bed was hers and where to take her and although she wanted to collapse, exhausted, face up (can't get makeup on the linens now) on her bed, there was still training to complete before bedtime.

**

In the safety of their dorm, Bianca was with her classmates during their daily poise and beauty admiration session. All the gurls enjoyed this time, not for the compelled beauty admiration, but because it was the only time they were allowed to talk freely.

"So, you're saying that they drugged us all?" Bianca asked.

"Yes. It's called Docility, the drug I mean. It made us compliant and easy to train." One gurl answered. Anna. Her name was Anna. Bianca's mind shifted again as the memory fell back into place.

Bianca turned and twirled before the mirror to admire her feminized body. Where once she had a flat male chest, now she sported two of the most amazing tits that any woman would be proud of having. Her waist was positively tiny compared to what it was months ago. Only 24 inches around. Her hips were fuller than before as well and her butt was larger, rounder, plumper...

"So...I was knocked out for 5 months?" Bianca summarized.

"No...more like your long-term memory was inaccessible to you." Cindy replied. Bianca somehow knew it was true. Being reminded activated her memory and she now recalled being told this before...by the staff who drugged her.

"While our long term memory recall was suppressed, we were all conditioned and trained to become sissies." That was Didi...the hot redhead with the huge tits. Seriously, her nipples were always poking through even the strongest of bras. Bianca remembered her now. They had shared lots of kissing practice. Bianca was getting a headache as long suppressed memories kept coming forward.

"It supposedly makes the training faster and easier for everyone, both our training masters and mistresses, and faster for us to learn our skills." Cindy jumped in enthusiastically, though all the girls easily recognized the sarcasm in her statement.

Bianca admired Cindy's tits. Her boobs were easily the largest of the cadre. Double-D's that still look good on her frame and bounced with almost hypnotic rhythm when she walked or jumped. She was also the tallest gurl of their cadre and the only other blond besides Fawn.

"And these...changes..." Bianca asked, waving her hands up and down her body, indicating her physical changes...her, enhancements.

"Stem cells." This time it was Eve who spoke. Each gurl seemed to take turns helping her and her memory recover. Verifying she was truly awake and accessing her long-term memories again. "They use surgery to implant biological material that is used by the stem cells to grow into breasts, mammary glands, and fatty deposits for the hips and butt."

"And my narrow waist?" Bianca asked, changing the topic. She didn't even want to think about having mammary glands and potentially lactating just yet. The thought of having mommy milkers made her queasy.

"That was straight up surgery. They took out your lower ribs and pulled in your waist from the inside." That was Anna again. She was the only gurl with brown hair and had the thickest thighs...err...'thiccest'.

"And my hair is sooo long now." Bianca remarked. She had short hair 6 months ago and relied on wigs for her feminine presentation. Now her natural hair color, Brunette, was long and luscious and healthy and shiny and hung down to the tops of her shoulders.

"There are supplements that spur hair growth. Some sort of cocktail of hormones and a retrovirus. Makes our hair grow like, twice as fast as normal. The retrovirus was a one shot, but the other stuff is part of your daily medicinal regimen."

Bianca remembered that now too. Lining up each morning to take her meds with all the other gurl trainees. The liquid medicine they drank every morning tasted of boba, or tapioca, or chunky cubes of sweet cum.

"You were out the longest." Didi casually mentioned. "We all woke up within a few days of each other. Almost a month ago. We were taking bets as to how long you'd be out and when you'd wake up."

"Oh." Bianca didn't know what to say. Once prompted, she could now remember the gurls talking right in front of her and making their bets while she was under the influence of the drug. They talked freely knowing Bianca would forget everything again and again as they talked about her. She remembered that Didi's bet was that she thought Bianca would never wake up and recover her long term memories and would remain a scatterbrained bimbo forever.

Apparently, that happened sometimes.

"Well...it's Monday...That means...Eve wins?" She could even remember their individual bets now...so weird.

"I sure do. And I intend to collect from each of you over the coming week." Eve was the hottest half Asian girl Bianca had ever seen, and surprisingly was the tallest gurl in yellow cadre. Eve, with her lustrous black hair in pintails and cherry red lips, her tall, thin teen body with firm B cup breasts, was any red-blooded males wet dream. She always kept her tiny penis tucked away.

Seriously though...all the gurls, including Bianca, were ridiculously hot!

"So how much money did you make?" Bianca asked.

The gurls all looked around at each other, blushing.

"Money? We don't have any money. We bet one of the only things we could...our asses."

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"Oh..." Embarrassed, Bianca's memories now returned with that fact as well. Being reminded of her status as a trainee for the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Division brought home her real status.

She was just a sissy whore for the Bimbo Lottery! Nothing more.

Bianca now turned her attention more to the other gurls, Beauty and Poise also meant admiring each other in their feminized glory. They would critique and compliment as necessary to help each other perfect their feminized sissy selves.

In addition to their identical slutty uniforms, Bianca saw as if for the first time their collars. They all wore identical taskmaster collars.

Bianca was struck immobile as the strongest memory yet flashed across her conscious mind.

**

Bianca was no stranger to wearing fetish collars. The "Whore" collar she had worn for her wife when she was 'acquired' had been taken a couple of days ago. There was a bandage now covering the sutures where the tracheal shave had just taken place. Bianca was still struggling to process how strangers could just go ahead and give her surgery without her consent as she felt a new heavier form fitting metal collar being placed around her throat.

Bianca had never even heard of a jeweler's weld before, but the form fitting metal collar became her education. The man used a laser to heat the metal and weld the collar together. Bianca felt fear and was breathing heavily as the back of her neck warmed, but the cloth they had placed between the collar and her skin seemed to protect her from heat and burns.

The elderly man welding the metal collar had an air of boredom as he performed his task. Once done, there was no lock as her earlier fetish collars once had, just an unbroken piece of metal formed to lay perfectly flat against and around her neck and throat.

There was a recess on the front of the collar. Bianca didn't know what that was for. They hadn't told her yet. They had just pressed a large oval shaped jewel looking thing into it until it snapped into place.

Once that was done, she was taken to a chair, sat down, shackled to it, and then asked many, many questions.

**

"Bianca...Bianca...Earth to Bianca..." Cindy was waving her hands in front of Bianca's eyes as she came to.

"Oh...sorry...just...wow, the memory just...BOOM...was right there." Bianca replied breathlessly.

"That'll happen." Didi interjected. "You'll suffer some really strong memory recalls for the first week or two. There's a lot of history in the 6 months you were under their spell."

Bianca huffed as she wasn't looking forward to how hard the overwhelming strength of a recalled memory hit. It was so real, as if it was really happening again, and exhausting. She shivered slightly and struggled against feeling overwhelmed.

**

Later that night...

Bianca wanted to go to bed but there were two things preventing her from falling asleep right away

First, she was in a dorm room and Eve was taking her first payment from winning the bet.

Bianca turned away from the distraction of the two sexy she-males, Eve, naked except for her yellow thigh high stockings, and Anna, in her stockings and panties, kneeling and sucking on Eve's cock. Apparently, each of the girls would have to give Eve a blow job to pay off losing their bet and Eve was planning on collecting from one girl each night before bed.