The Sort
Pamela was naked except for the paper booties on her feet, the metal cuffs around her wrists, and the metal collar around her neck that was attached to a leash that was hooked to a loop on the van roof.
There were no windows and no lights in the compartment, she could only tell it was day by the yellow glint that peeked through the edges of the door as the vehicle rocked its way around turns and down roads. The sobs and coughs of the other women were almost reassuring in that she was not alone.
She was still in shock. Everything had changed so fast. A day ago, she was in a camp, helping refugees and cleaning weapons. The work had been hard, but resisting the misogynistic regime that had taken over this country was worth it. She had dropped out of school and spent most of her savings, leaving the US and flying halfway around the world so she could fight against female slavery. If such a government was allowed to survive down here, it could spread and subjugate women all over the world. She had imagined herself storming the capitol city and waving the flag of female liberation over their fallen monuments to male dominance.
She had been an idealistic fool.
The government forces seemed to appear everywhere all at once! Before she even knew they were under attack, she had a
gun in her face and was ordered to her knees. Almost no shots had been fired and the entire camp was captured.
The prisoners were stripped and forced to line up. The men were dragged off out of sight. Pam had stood shoulder to shoulder with her sisters as an officer walked down the line issuing assignments. Officers were sent to be interrogated by the military but the interrogation of NCOs like Pam was considered to be unimportant enough to outsource to the various slaver companies that had worked with the government. Pam and four other women were collared, cuffed, and latched into the van. The guard that cleaned the mud off their feet and coveted them with booties, took his time sliding his hands up between Pam's legs and brushing her intimately before moving on to the next woman.
When the door opened, the women looked at the men waiting for them. Each of them wore a red jumpsuit with a logo that said F.E.M.D. Pam suppressed a cry but Carol sitting across from her was less reserved.
"NOOOOO!!!!! NOOOO NO NO!!!!!!" She bellowed and tried to run toward the back of the van. Her leash stopped her and the men grabbed her, dragging her out and throwing her to the floor where she was shocked with a taser. The other women followed instructions meekly, following instructions as they climbed out of the van, stepping over Carol as she twitched on the floor.
The F.E.M.D. logo was painted proudly on the wall next to the loading dock over the words.
Female Experimental Modification Division
The name sent chills down Pam's spine. She had heard rumors and late-night whispers about this place, but they were all so horrible that Pam has assumed that they were just stories.
They pulled Carol to her feet and fastened a rigid metal stockade around her neck and wrists, forcing her to keep her hands up and away. While they were doing this, the Van driver was looping a single metal chain around their waists, locking the links together as a belt was made and then moving to the next with only a meter in between. Once all linked he came back to Angie in the front and ran his hand from the chain down to her crotch. When his finger entered her she slapped him. The F.E.M.D. the guard immediately fitted her with another discipline collar that bound her hands up in front of her throat on rigid steel. The driver laughed and didn't stop fingering her until they were done.
"Alright, let's move em to sort!" Called a guard.
The driver finally removed his finger, licked it off and winked at Angie as the chain was pulled dragging them along.
The floors of the building were spotless and polished so well that she could see her wretched reflection as she was led by a chain through the facility. Now the paper booties made sense, someone was a stickler for cleanliness. A sharp gasp from the woman in front of Pam caused her to look through the large pane window they were passing. There were three beds, In each one was a woman, naked, with bandages over the flat surfaces where her arms and legs should be. A small white tube and a larger black tube ran from behind their backs, off the bed to some unseen point. Two of the women were asleep, but one just stared at them as they passed the window. The look was haunting and Pam was forced to look away.
Would that be her soon? Some limbless toy, mutilated by these men? Is that what they did here? Her pulse was racing and her jaw trembled. She thought she might be sick. When she thought she would be enslaved, she didn't think she could be more afraid, now, simple slavery seemed like it would be an escape.
They were ushered into a dark room where a board-shouldered man with close cropped hair stood waiting next to another man in a blue jumpsuit holding a tablet.
"You saw the cock-sleeves in recovery as you came in." The man announced. "They were the ones from the last batch of prisoners who didn't behave! They will never run or resist again." He began walking down the line looking each woman in the eye as he did so. Pam looked down submissively as he passed. "They are fed through a tube directly to their stomach and another tube removes the waste. They will never taste anything but cum again. Their vocal cords have been paralyzed, they will never speak again." He reached the end of the line by Carol. "In this way, any further resistance is impossible. Our problems are solved! You do not want to be one of our problems!" He nodded to the guards who came over and began unlocking the chain around Carol's waist. After a moment, Carol realized what this meant.
"I'm sorry sir! I'll be good! Please sir! PLEASE! I'll suck your cock! Please don't let them take me!" Tears rolled down her face as she shook her head.
The man put a hand on her cheek. "You will suck my cock. I'm having you installed in the 5th floor break room after your procedure."
Carol was screaming again as the guards dragged her away.
The man turned back to the women remaining. Pam was hyperventilating and she was dizzy, she fell to her knees.
"Problem" The man said, then pointed at the door where Carol's retreating screams could still be heard. "Solution" His voice turned genial. "Now I know I have no more problems here!" He walked over to the man with the tablet and they spoke quietly to each other for a few moments. They seemed to come to a conclusion and he turned to the guards who had just returned. He pointed at Angie. "Hucow breeder. Full conversion" A guard stepped forward and led Angie out as she choked back a sob.
He pointed at the younger women on either side of Pam. "Mesh lab. Last batch is showing signs of burn-in so they need new test subjects" The girls looked at each other puzzled before they were led away.
Pam was alone, still on her knees, panting as she tried to suppress her panic attack. The man stood over her. "Down on the floor and panting already. A perfect Fuckpet."
Two guards grabbed Pam under the armpits and dragged her out of the room. She was halfway down the hallway when Pam got her feet under her. She obediently followed the guard's instructions, desperate not to join Carol and relieved to be headed to an elevator.
Conversion
The elevator door opened on what looked like a suburban doctor's office. Soft carpet in dark colors covered the floor. The space was lit by soft lamps. Several men sat in overstuffed chairs reading their phones or tablets. It was so much like a scene from home that Pamela felt a new wave of embarrassment that she was naked. She put her right arm across her breasts and moved her left hand to cover her crotch. A push in the small of her back reminded her that she was a prisoner and she obediently stepped out.
There was no shock or commotion at her appearance. A few men made no effort to hide their gaze as their eyes crawled up every inch of her, from her smooth legs, toned by daily runs and PT, over her muscular ass, up her thin waist, over her c-cup breasts and narrow shoulders to her long black hair. In this society, women were objects to be enjoyed.
She was led through the waiting area, past a registration desk, and through a pair of double doors where she was seated in a waiting wheelchair.
The guard rolled her to a nursing desk. A collared woman in what would be a sexy-nurse costume in any other country was seated at the desk. She ignored Pam, looked at the guard for a second and then looked down at her desk submissively saying "How can this slave be of service sir?"
"New Fuckpet from downstairs!" The guard replied.
The nurse punched a few buttons on her computer before saying "Ah, yes sir. I see the file here sir, she is to get the full neuro conversion, sir. I can take her from here sir." She stood up and Pam was shocked to see that a wet, shiny silicone dildo was attached to the chair and had apparently been inside her the whole time she was sitting.
"Good girl." The guard said to the nurse. He put a hand on Pam's shoulder and said. "And you be a good girl for nurse NaughtyCunt" Then he turned and left.
"You can call me Nancy," The nurse said to Pam as she started pushing her down the next set of halls. "NaughtyCunt is just my slave registry name."
"Oh my God!" Pam said. "They made that your legal name?"
