Sold Ch. 07

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Bianca and Ben noted their target. She was on an elliptical. Ben took off to locate the other mark. Bianca mounted an elliptical just behind and to the side of her mark and started her workout as she waited for the show to start.

**

Cindy waited until she received confirmation that both marks were located. Immediately upon confirmation she and six of the NSSA&M's best asset retrieval specialists disembarked their departmental vehicle, a large panel van, and entered the building. It was important to move fast, be firm, but above all else, be professional!

**

Sandra was at the gym. She felt the joy of movement as she worked out. Her day was dedicated to cardio and today on the elliptical she was about to meet her Personal Best for miles run. Sandra had always taken great pride in her body and worked hard to keep fit, toned, and firm.

Truth was, she needed this workout today. Once again, she had an argument with Frank. The finalized divorce papers arriving in the mail that day had been a surprise. Sandra had thought the divorce was finalized years ago. At first, she had thought it was a mistake, or that these were merely copies of the official divorce decree. She spoke to Frank about it.

Frank was never happy when the issue of Bradley came up. Ever since Sandra had seen Bradley caged as a sissy at the swinger's party years ago the issue of him was a sore subject and rarely broached. Words were said, harsh language expressed. The fight had ruined her otherwise good mood. As had the discovery that Frank had known all along that her divorce from Bradley was not truly final until he had signed.

Sandra was extremely angry with Frank. It would seem that after all these years together, Frank still wasn't ready to marry.

YES!!! The machine finally beeped, and the cooldown period started. Bianca felt pride...and just a hint of that perfect exhaustion from meeting her goal. Thoughts of Frank and his duplicity had been banished from her mind. Someone was standing right beside her. Were they waiting to use her machine? There were plenty of other ellipticals available right now. She turned her attention to see a small drop-dead gorgeous blond apprising her. She held a document and was smiling. Sandra pulled out her earbuds...

"Yes? Do you need something?"

"Sandra, I am Cindy Swallows from the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department..." The young woman presented a badge.

Sandra blushed, confused. Why is the Bimbo Lottery here? Does this have anything to do with Bradley?

"Are you here about Bradley?" Bianca asked, worried, stopping her machine and stepping off. The woman, she now suspected was a sissy fetish service provider based on her petticoats and other attire was as tall as she was. No...Shorter...the sissy wore ridiculously high heels. With a name like "Swallows" she had to be a sissy.

"No Ma'am. I am here for you."

Sandra shook her head in confusion. She noted too late that there were 3 very large men surrounding her.

"Me?"

"Ma'am...Sandra...It is my great pleasure to inform you that you have been selected for service by the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department for induction. You have been chosen at random from all your eligible peers to serve your country and to do your part to help control and satisfy elevated passions within the community." Cindy spoke in a normal professional tone of voice, but somehow it seemed to carry in the busy gym and attract everyone's attention.

"That can't...can't...be right...Frank?' Sandra called for her fiancé.

"Take her." Cindy commanded. Immediately Sandra was seized by the three men surrounding her.

"FRANK..." Sandra called again, loudly. A great many patrons of the gym stopped to watch the drama unfold.

"Gag her." Cindy commanded, as a ball gag was produced.

"FRA...NNMMMmmmphhh..." Sandra's cry was cut off and her struggles seemed futile as the men gagged her. They then cuffed her hands behind her back.

"As you were when you first came into this world, so to shall you be as you embark upon your new duty to service." Cindy intoned, her sissy sing-song voice contrasting nicely with her formal statement. "Strip her."

One of the men produced a large pair of shears and using the scissors cut away Sandra's workout clothes. The sharp shears made quick work of her booty shorts, sports bra, and panties. Her shoes and socks were also removed and Sandra screamed in her gag as they lifted her up by her arms. One of the men slipped her feet into a ridiculous pair of pink high heels with platform toe, strapping them around her ankles. The heels had to easily be 4 or more inches in height. Setting her back down Sandra cried out for help uselessly as her ball gag muffled her pleas.

Many gym patrons had their phones out and were recording. No one moved to help her. Why would they? If the Bimbo Lottery comes for you, then what they're doing is legal. Everyone knew the annual Bimbo Lottery had the authority to seize winners wherever they were found.

The time-honored custom of stripping them of their clothing was a vital first step. The new recruit must be broken rapidly and know that their body is there for the viewing pleasure of the public. And the high heels? They served a dual purpose. Heels are a sign of empowerment, but they are also a means of control and submission.

Sandra made to cry out one more time, but her cries died in her throat at what she saw next.

Frank! Her fiancé! Frank was being escorted toward her. Similarly naked. Similarly gagged, Similar...ridiculous pink high heels...strapped to his feet. Cuffed and escorted by 4 other men. He really seemed to be struggling with those heels, barely managing to maintain his balance, his dick flopping in the wind. Is he getting hard?

Bianca watched the whole scene unfold with mixed emotions. Memories of her own abduction waged in her mind with the long forgotten yet familiar feeling of vicious righteous anger. She had a front row seat to see her ex-wife endure induction into the NSSA&M. She watched rapturously as she was stripped, bound, and now frog marched naked with Dr. Frank, Sandra's fiancé, through the gym and out the front door to the waiting department service panel van.

With feigned nonchalance, Bianca nodded to her husband as he nodded back. Bianca simply resumed her workout as if nothing special had happened, and soon enough all the other patrons also put away their phones and went back to their workouts as well.

Just another normal day in the Constitutional Parliamentary Monarchy of Allegoria.

**

7 years and 9 months.

The sissy sisters had all gathered at their favorite local coffee shop. The privately owned coffee shop was owned and run by a former NSSA&M Sissy like them named Marci and the venue was certainly friendly enough. Their standing reservation gave them all the opportunity to meet and catch up once per month.

Bianca gossiped with her sisters and enjoyed her pumpkin spice latte. She was eager to hear more from Cindy. It was impossible to feign disinterest when she finally managed to ask her question.

"Cindy, how are Sandra and Frank doing?" Bianca asked in an innocent soft sissy contralto.

Cindy merely smirked and sipped her PSL as well.

"Funny you should ask. They graduated their two-month training programs three weeks ago, just after our last meeting and have begun their terms of service."

"It still doesn't seem fair that they only have two-year terms when we had six." Fawn grumped. She sipped her hot chocolate, frowned, and then added more mini marshmallows.

"It is what it is." Cindy replied. "Finding gurls like us is hard; young, passable, and feminine. But finding women for the MILF fetish service and men for service as gay male service providers is much easier."

"I imagine that Dr. Frank must hate that." Bianca said, struggling to hide her glee. She was filled with a sense of schadenfreude. She hoped that he would suffer every day for his entire two-year term having been forced to become a gay male gigolo.

"Actually, he is on track to become one of the top mature gay male service providers for the fiscal year, and much happier. He might make rookie of the year if he keeps it up."

"But...But..." Didi, and Eve laughed as Bianca sputtered. "The things he said, the way he acted. I thought his homophobia was well established."

"Oh no. Not at all. Dr. Frank was in denial. He was so deep in the closet hiding from his orientation. Once he was made to embrace his orientation as a gay man he really succeeded in his training."

"You're saying that the guy who said it would be gay to fuck a sissy, or have a three way with one woman and two men is a confirmed dyed in the wool cocksucker?"

"One of the best."

"And Sandra?"

"She completed her training and is fulfilling her duty to the service and to the country. She meets her quota and satisfies one young insecure male every day, 6 days a week and will do so for the next two years. She is not very happy to be a MILF whore. All her neighbors are so judgy. But you didn't hear it from me." Cindy stated, clearly finished with the subject.

Bianca hid her ambivalence well. On the one hand she knew Sandra deserved her punishment. On the other hand, she knew she still loved her ex-wife, as messed up as that was, and maybe...just maybe...owed her a debt of gratitude for embarking her upon this new journey? Bianca's feelings were conflicted on the matter. Time and distance were making what had seemed so clear and righteous, less clear...

Whatever. Bianca could reach out in two years to see if at least a friendship could be salvaged. Maybe...

"Settle this debate, who is taller, Cindy or Eve?"

"Eve is a hair taller."

"You know Eve may have a job lined up." Cindy informed.

"Really? What? Why?" None of the other gurls, including Eve, needed a job. They all had retirement accounts that paid for their schooling and reintroduction to polite society. Bianca was the only one they knew who 'got screwed" financially by the NSSA&M.

"Why? So I can go back to college. I still do math, I am already auditing classes and resuming my studies. As to what? To help pay for everything, I applied for work at several firms and one accounting firm seems really keen to hire me. Hunt and Hunt Investing and CPA. Have you heard of them?"

"Uh...you may not want to take that offer..." Bianca replied and added some personal observations.

"Yeah...especially if they had 'other duties as assigned' mentioned in your employment contract." Didi interjected. "They know you are a retired service provider so they could argue you knew what your primary duties really were."

"Oh...ewww...ok...gross...cross that one off the list." Eve stated firmly.

The gurls cheered when Ana finally arrived. To everyone's surprise, she brought a date. A quiet respectful man who moved off to the side of the coffee bar to give the gurls their time.

"He looks handsome." Didi mentioned.

"He's a virgin." Ana whispered, flirtatiously.

"How do you know?"

"He lives in his mother's basement, is a video game developer, and loves anime."

"Well, that proves it." Murmurs of agreement arose from all the gurls. "You have to tell us how you met"

"I was working for a Vendor at Capitol Comicon. You know, in costume, dressed as the main protagonist of a video game, handing out fliers and posing for photos with the crowd. There is a company that modernizes old video games and makes them new and relevant again. Greg over there is one of the developers. He was there answering technical questions. He's so adorkable and we just hit it off. You should check out the game, it's called Chainsaw Cheerleader Zombie Slayers. It's lots of fun."

Bianca promised to check it out. Ben had several antique game consoles including an old PS-20, Game Cube, Game Sphere and Game Tetrahedron down in the home movie theater. He'd probably like them. For a nearly 60-year-old man he still loved the classics.

"Is he going to stay a virgin?" Eve asked with a stage whisper.

The gurls all watched as the boy blushed. Ana merely smiled coyly and refused to answer.

"So, how are things with your boyfriend?" All the gurls knew that Fawn was in a torrid romance with a boy she knew from high school. He was a high school football star who was now working in car sales. They had met him at Bianca's wedding, tall and handsome. Fawn seemed so in love.

"Catching the bouquet worked. He proposed!" Fawn gushed and flaunted her hand showing off an engagement ring to the many "oohhs" and "Aahhs" and appreciation of her sisters.

Fawn opened a surprise topic. She and her beau were going to have a surrogate carry a baby for them. Fawn also handed out wedding invitations. Bianca agreed to become her maid of honor. She and Eve immediately began planning the best, most epic bachelorette party ever.

Bianca hoped for the best and wished her well, but a sissy marrying her high school football star crush? It was too cliché to dwell on for long.

"We need to settle the final bet." Fawn said.

"Wasn't that about me waking up? Did Eve ever finish collecting payment from Cindy and Didi?"

"Yes, she did, but no, that wasn't it. After you left, we got to wondering how old you actually were."

"And you took bets on that?"

"Yes. Of course. We were surprised when you got sold and they took away your furniture and stuff and all got to talking about you and somehow the question came up. So how old are you?"

"Well, I was 27 when I was 'volunteered' so I am 34 now." Bianca answered.

"YES!!!" Fawn pumped her fist in the air. "I win. You all owe me." She happily pointed to the gurls.

"Is this the same payout?" Bianca asked. "And how old were all of you when you were picked up?"

"I was 18" Fawn said, "Anna and Cindy were 19, and Didi and Eve were 20. We all wondered about you though. Even though you were mostly a brainless bimbo during training you seemed more mature and knowledgeable. I said you must've been 25."

"You're not really going to collect are you. It was 7 years ago." Eve whined.

"Darn right I am. I lost every bet except this one." Fawn stated firmly.

"And yes, it's the same payout. When do you want it?" Eve answered Bianca and asked Fawn.

"We can make arrangements later. Just so you know, my boyfriend will want to watch."

"I'm sure mine will too." Ana added mischievously.

The Gurls merely smiled. Guys loved watching gurls give BJ's.

When it was Didi's turn to share, the mood grew somber hearing her news.

"Wait. You are really leaving the country?"

"You do know we are all in the reserves now and can be recalled if needed?" She and her girlfriend had applied to emigrate to America. They were waiting for their application to be processed.

The sad news was disturbing to all the gurls and though the topics of conversation ebbed and flowed, the mood quickly lightened. Life was like that. Everyone moved on.

As Bianca looked around the table at her free sissy sisters, cheerfully gossiping, enjoying each other's company and sharing in each other's happiness, she couldn't help but feel that finally, everything was going their way. Bianca rapped her knuckles gently on the wooden table. She wouldn't want to jinx herself after all...

The end!