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Slave-Processing Center 138.92-09.5
By Kathy Taylor
The slave-processing center was the first place every new slave
went -- to be tailored to his new owner's needs. It was there
that boys would learn what their slavery held in store for them,
for there were all sorts of slaves: giant, muscular laborers who
looked more like gorillas than men; talent-enhanced technical
workers who could program faster than they could speak; or even
boys turned into sexy females to be used and abused. But, all
slaves started out as males, for unlucky females were sent to
brothels or breeding camps instead.
I was in the dark and cold passenger compartment of a small
transport with 10 or 11 other boys. I'd been taken from my
family's farm two days before, as payment for unresolved debts.
The farm had fallen on hard times. However, I was hopeful that
I'd end up as a technical worker. After all, I was smart. I did
well in school. I even had experience with nanobots and remote
robotic piloting and controls. Technical work was the sweet life
for slaves. I'd probably end up on some desolate mining planet
somewhere, with my every need met.
It wasn't freedom, but it was certainly better than ending up
like most of the others in the transport would. As I looked
around, I could see that the others were all much bigger and
tougher-looking than me, all except one. He was just a tiny
little wisp of a boy with soft features, almost looked girlish
already. He'd certainly end up as a pleasure slave, probably a
fuck toy for some rich old bastard.
Once we arrived into the center, we were herded out into a line.
We were put onto conveyer carts, single, free-standing waist high
boxes, with our feet apart, shackled to the sides and our hands
cuffed and pulled backward, connected to the back of the frame.
Each of us was then loaded onto the conveyer line. Our clothes
were cut off of us and a tiny electric implant was inserted
between two ribs into our chests, for security. Every slave had
one to stop them from running. It could paralyze you almost
instantly or even kill you.
Then we entered the sorting room. We were separated into three
categories by size. The future fuck toy and myself were the only
two from our transport put into the smallest category of boys. We
were about the same age, I figured. I was just barely 15. He
looked about the same. I felt sorry for him, but I knew it was
better that he ended up a female sex slave than me. After all, we
weren't even men yet. On my planet it's at the age of 16 that
boys lose their virginity and gain the full rights of men.
The two of us were put into a line with boys of similar size,
mostly small and thin. After that everything happened so fast.
They pulled him and another boy out of line, then they came back
and said there were no spots open for technical or skilled
workers of any kind today, but they needed one volunteer for
light, non-dangerous work and that the others would go to a camp
on Epsilon3.09 -- a labor camp. I made a quick decision and
volunteered. I figured that at least I'd be safe.
A moment later, I my cart was shuffling along another conveyer
line. A mechanical arm reached out and attached an IV to the
frame and put it into my arm and then it clamped some sort of
thick, black metal ring loosely around the top of my scrotum.
Next, it swung upward fast and surprised me by inserting a gag in
my mouth. I realized I couldn't make a sound as I was moved out
to the other side and found myself in line with the other two
small boys they took just before me. There was a sales agent with
a very distinguished, wealthy-looking man in his early thirties,
whom I could only assume was our buyer, and a young slave-nurse
waiting beside them. She wore the traditional white uniform, cap
and skirt with sheer, white, thigh high nylons. I thought about
what she must have looked like as a teenage boy when she was in a
slave-processing center like we were now. She was so... beautiful
and feminine. My head hurt thinking about the terrible
possibilities that could await me during my... processing.
"These three will do just fine," the man said.
I still was unsure where this was going, and I was getting more
and more worried. The agent then began asking him a series of
questions: "So you want two maids and a personal maid, right? Do
you want them intact?"
"No, no, certainly not," the man answered quickly. My heart sank
further, unsure what "intact" meant, but knowing it didn't sound
good. We were sure to be modified now.
The agent continued: "Okay, do you need them to be altered to
service you or your guests?"
"The two maids, yes, but the other will just be my fluffer," the
man said. "She won't need anything at all between her legs, just
a pretty face and big breasts, and of course intimate knowledge
of how to turn a man on and suck cock." Oh god, I thought, one of
us was going to be neutered and feminized!
"Okay so, one nullo, very femme and pretty, maybe D-cup chest?
That should be easy enough. And as for the two maids, the
alterations, do you want vaginas or just holes?" the agent asked.
"What's the difference?"
"Well, for starters, it costs about twice as much for a realistic
vagina. But also, do you want it to be pleasurable for the slave,
complete with clitoris," the agent questioned as he checked a few
boxes on his forms, "or just look like a pussy, with lips but no
feeling, or just leave a small, flat, round hole, which is the
cheapest option next to having them all nullified?"
The man looked us all over, and then said, "Maybe one complete
female and one no-frills with just a hole, the guests can use
her."
My eyes bulged and beads of sweat rolled down my face, as I
realized that all of us were to be feminized for his intimate use
and I stood no chance of retaining my manhood now. What did I get
myself into, I thought. Why did I volunteer? At age 15, I would
never see the rite of passage to manhood, for I would never
become a man!
"Okay, so, who's who here? No preference? Perhaps the one with
the smallest dick for the nullo, the next biggest for the hole-
only, and it's always best to use the biggest package for the
complete vulva?"
"Yes, that sounds fine," our new master said with a complete lack
of interest. We were just things he was purchasing. He was
ordering custom-made sex toys.
The agent looked to the young nurse. "Okay, nurse, start the
highest level estrogens, Feminizer8, and our strongest androgen
blockers, Testo-arrest Phase 3, on all three I.V.'s. Get
enlargement pumps on the two biggest and proceed with all the
castrations."
I tried to scream into my gag. He just said castrations, I
thought. They're truly gonna cut my balls off and turn me into a
fuck toy or worse, a nullo fluffer. The realization hit me that
one of was going to trade in our genitals for a big rack and a
job sucking cock. While no guy one wants to get fucked, it's
worse to have to suck. We all glanced down at our three packages
in panic. Surprisingly, the girly boy who was in the transport
with me had the biggest, and it looked like mine was...
definitely... the smallest. The nurse began measuring anyway, but
the results were obvious. I was going to be emasculated--the
sexless fluffer. His sex would be changed and mine would be
removed. I wondered which one of us I should feel sorry for now.
The nurse stepped up to me and said in a soft and sexy voice,
"Sorry, boys." She then hooked a cable from the frame to the
metal ring around the base of my scrotum and clicked a switch on
the frame. The machines began buzzing and whirling around me. I
looked at her again, wondering if she still had her genitals, or
shared one of our fates. Her long, nylon-clad legs, curvaceous
body and feminine mannerisms made me shudder. Just then, a tiny
rubber band popped out of the metal ring, and snapped extremely
tightly around the top of my balls. I knew it was tight enough to
cut off all of the blood supply, meaning my testicles would begin
to die. I was actually being castrated! It was really happening.
I was a eunuch now.
Before I could catch my breath, two injection needles poked me,
one above the band and one into my scrotum. My sack swelled up
fast with some manner of cold liquid, but the shot outside the
band must have been a strong anesthetic, because my whole groin
went numb. The rest of my body, though, felt flush from the
female hormones and feminizing chemicals coursing though my
veins, erasing any evidence of testosterone in order to foster my
impending womanliness. Only, I knew I would never be a woman. The
numbness in my crotch reminded me that while I may end up looking
like a woman, I was not really being transformed, or even simply
being gelded, but desexed entirely. His words echoed in my head:
"She won't need anything at all between her legs, just a pretty
face and big breasts, and of course intimate knowledge of how to
turn a man on and suck cock."
The nurse went on to the boy next to me: cable attached, snap of
the rubber band, then she put an enlargement pump over his penis.
Next, she did the exact same thing to the last boy, and the agent
told her to "begin the depilatory and then get them ready for the
sleep chambers." The nurse hit another switch on my frame and
another mechanical arm put something on my eyes, like goggles,
then a tube came down over the frame. Several nozzles in the tube
spayed my whole body with a foul smelling chemical, which burnt
slightly. Afterwards, the nozzles sprayed powerful jets of water
all over me and every hair on my body, face and head washed away.
When the tube was raised again, I heard the agent saying, "As you
can see, he - excuse me - I mean, she's 100% soft and smooth, and
with our patented permanent follicle depletion treatment, the
hair will never grow back, leaving only the transplanted hair you
chose, which will grow just like real hair. So the nullo will get
red, and the two maids will both be blondes, and no pubic or body
hair for any of them, right? Okay, then the nullo will get D-
cups, you want the pussy to get C's and the hole-only to get B's,
correct? And we'll have to put them into the hyper-metabolic
sleep chambers while the surgical alterations are performed, for
the secondary sex characteristics and breasts to develop at a
highly accelerated rate. It's the opposite of hibernation. Their
body processes will speed up enormously to aid in healing and,
thanks to the strong hormones, make their bodies develop rapidly
into the desired final product. So they will age some, but
exactly how much would you prefer them to age?"
The man smirked as he replied, "As little as possible, I want
them to stay teenagers."
"Okay, well six months is the minimum. They'll all remain under
16 anyway," the agent said. Then he turned to the nurse again and
said, "See if they're ready to have the emulsion fluid drained
yet, and start the threaders so we can get them in the chambers
quickly."
She approached me again, and with the push of button and the turn
of a knob, a mechanical arm pulled my head down toward my chest
and held it there. Then I heard a buzzing and felt needles on my
scalp. It felt like getting a hundred stitches at once. I bit
into my gag as the needles roamed across my scalp. Then I began
to see strands of red hair falling down around my face. They were
making me a natural redhead. Within moments, I heard two more
sets of buzzing needles.
After a few moments I saw the nurse's hand grab my scrotum. She
squeezed it all around and it seemed like my testicles had
disappeared from inside. My dark, swollen sack looked just like a
water balloon in her soft little hand. She took a vacuum hose
with a large needle on the end and poked it into my scrotum. I
watched pinkish fluid being pumped out as my ball bag deflated.
The nurse went on to the others again with their own hoses. It
just kept on pumping. I watched with shock and disbelief as my
scrotum got smaller and smaller, collapsing until it was nothing
but a little, wrinkled up, empty piece of skin. My balls were
completely gone!
The nurse removed the needle. Whatever that injection was, it
liquefied my nuts, and then she just sucked them out with that
hose. I felt sick to my stomach as I looked down at my dick with
only a tiny wrinkled flap of skin under it where my testes used
to hang. My face was now framed with long, curly, red hair. I was
a eunuch, and knew that in moments, my dick would be gone too.
I'd be a feminized nullo to spend the rest of my days waiting by
my owners' bed to help please him orally and keep his dick hard
for his lovers, perhaps one of the other two boys. Now, I'd be a
virgin forever.
The nurse pulled a lever and my arms were stretched above my
head. Then I watched her as she entered numbers on the keypad, so
graceful and ladylike. The goggles were removed and my tears
rolled freely down my cheeks, thoughts of my feminized, sexless
future running through my brain. I realized that my whole body
had suddenly been paralyzed and numbed as metal arms pulled my
hair back and reclined my body, bracing me as if I was floating.
She put her hand gently on my arm. "Don't worry," she whispered,
"it's not as bad as it sounds. Believe me, there are far worse
things than nullification. I've seen boys turned into mindless
and mute, neutered, dog-like little pets to satisfy some
pervert's sick bestiality fetish. Some days, I almost forget that
I was nullified three years ago. I think of myself mostly as a
woman. It's easier if you accept it. And your owner seems nice.
If you're a good girl, he'll take good care of you and treat you
well."
Her words were little comfort as I watched her move on to the
next boy... or girl... or whatever we were now with our balls
sucked out, about to be feminized and aged six months in a few
mere hours. I looked at that pretty young nurse and pictured
myself in her place: totally smooth between my legs, full, pert
breasts, long hair, women's clothes and lingerie. Then I pictured
myself sucking my new master's cock and began to feel ill again.
Tiny rods were being inserted under my skin by mechanical arms,
several blue ones in my chest and around my nipples and in each
of my lips, my cheekbones, my backside and hips. There were also
pink ones stuck in around all of my visible muscles and my Adam's
apple, my crotch and male member, and around my waist and legs.
Then my frame began to move along the conveyer belt once more,
finally coming to a stop in a claustrophobic white tube that I
assumed was the dreaded chamber. A mouthpiece was attached to my
gag to supply air, and I began to black out as the tube filled
with fluid.
When I awoke about 6 hours later, I first thought it might have
been a bad dream. However, as I looked around to find myself in a
bed in a small, cold, sterile recovery room alongside my two now-
female associates, I saw I now had large firm bosoms, D-cups I
knew, held tightly in a white brassiere. Panicked, I quickly
looked down to see the white panties they'd put on me. It was all
true. There was no bulge, not even a feminine mound, just a flat,
almost u-shape. I stuck my hand inside the panties: it was
absolutely smooth except for a tiny hole just in front of my
anus, which I knew had to be where they'd rerouted my urethra.
I'd be forced to sit like a girl to relieve myself, I thought.
There were no bandages at all. I had healed while I slept, while
I lost not only my manhood and six months of my life, but was
somehow transformed into a gorgeous, knockout beauty.
I looked at the others as they began to stir. They were simply
dazzling: blonde, perky breasts, perfect cupids bow red lips on
angelic faces. We were not simply feminized now; we were all
perfect tens, the kind of girls I used to fantasize about. But
now I knew I'd never jerk off again. And, I found that I had no
interest in even looking at the two gorgeous blondes, whom I
would certainly have drooled over a few hours ago. In fact I had
no sexual thoughts at all. They must have messed with my head
somehow, for instead of seeing the blondes as sex objects... I
kind of felt jealous of them. Then it happened: the thought ran
across my mind unexpectedly, that they'd get to fuck our master,
and I never would. It was a momentary pang of desperation somehow
implanted in my thoughts, that I'd never be woman enough for our
new owner. I'd only be his toy, to suck him off and - Oh, god!
The image popped into my head of me going down on our owner. I
saw his cock in front of my face, my tiny hand wrapped around its
base as I wet my lips and reached my waiting mouth out for his
warm, hard pole...I wanted to please him. They made me actually
want to... desire to... long to give blowjobs.
I looked again at the others as they began exploring their own
bodies. They wore the same style white bra and panties as mine.
It was hard to tell which was which until I remembered that the
girl with the smaller chest was the one...the one who was left
"incomplete." She had a short blonde pixie haircut and looked
very young. The complete look, with the short hair and small
chest made her seem like an early teen. Her crotch looked the
same as mine as she pulled her panties down slowly: smooth and
bald. And there, right about where I only had a tiny pee hole,
she had a hole like a vagina, but without any folds or lips
around it, kind of like a deep belly button between her legs.
She'd also be forever denied sexual pleasure, but like me, she'd
service our master. The process, we all knew, had not only turned
her penis inside out, but by relocating it, the nerves were
destroyed and disconnected.
Then, seeing the modifications made to her friend, the other
girl, who I had trouble believing was the effeminate boy I'd been
on the transport with, yanked down her panties revealing a
hairless pussy that looked just like the real thing. Her fingers
tentatively touched her clit, causing her to shiver and yelp
before she quickly covered herself again. She had long, curly,
blonde hair and full C-cup breasts. She looked like she would
have definitely been a high school girl, maybe a cheerleader with
her figure and face, if she'd been born that way, if she was a
free girl. I envied her terribly.
Then, both girls looked to me, so voluptuous with my long, curly,
crimson locks. If it could be said that they looked like an
elfish tomboy and a cheerleader, respectively, I knew I had
fulfilled our new owner's desire for a centerfold girl. My large
breasts, impossibly perky for their size, incredibly thin waist
and seemingly endless legs all spelled sex. However, I rolled
down my panties to reveal my emptiness, my void, my nothingness.
They both gasped. I covered myself as an attendant approached.
She was another young blonde slave nurse, dressed like the one
who castrated us earlier. And she was carrying two identical
French maids' uniforms and lingerie. She told the three of us to
get dressed quickly before we found out how bad those electrical
implants could hurt.
The blondes each received the same black lingerie as I did as
well as a ruffled headpiece and the silky, black maid's uniform
with ruffled skirts and tiny white aprons that barely covered
their bottoms, or their crotches. I exchanged my bra and panties
for a sheer, black bustier with garters attached to it. The
busier closed in the back with a line of hooks, further cinching
my already thin waist, which would have been naturally
unattainable by any girl with my curves. It also lifted my
breasts, barely covering my large nipples. There were also black
silk stockings, but since the bustier only went down to my navel,
my backside and barren crotch were left completely exposed. While
the nurse had handed matching see-through panties to the other
girls, there were no panties for me, which I assumed meant I was
to wear none. Seeing my bewildered look, she lifted her skirt in
the front revealing a flat, naked, empty crotch like mine.
"Traditionally," she said, "owners say that nullified eunuchs
have no need for panties, since they have nothing to cover. You
should be relieved, that means he doesn't think of your anus as a
useful orifice. Don't worry, it gets chilly sometimes, but you'll
get used to it."
Chills went up my back and the hairs on my neck stood up. I
looked at her exposed, vacant groin and down at my own and broke
out in tears. I now looked like a centerfold that had been the
victim of overzealous airbrushing between the legs. My total lack
of sex organs would be on permanent display, half-dressed in only
boudoir attire. I knew then the extent to which my new master
objectified me, wishing to revel in my emasculation, turned on by
my neutered status, the juxtaposition of my curvaceous, well-
developed body with my lacking genitalia. He wanted to be able to
always see that I'd been desexed simply because he said so. I
realized that he wanted a sexless fluffer to keep his dick hard
because the thought itself turned him on. My having the urge to
suck cock was great, but I was more of a trophy. Like hunter
displaying a prize deer, the fact that he had the affluence, the
power to have another man castrated and penectomized was a fetish
for him. The maids were for show around the house and maybe a
little pickle tickle, but I would be the one to satisfy his
perverted needs. In a way, I already had, and that was why he'd
always be able to see the smooth area where my manhood was just
hours ago. The others comforted me as we were escorted to our
owner's waiting transport ship.
I tried to cover myself, keeping my hand between my legs as I
walked.
To be continued?
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