​ 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?”

“Well yeah,” Nancy said. “Since I hit enslavement age. It’s better than some of the names my friend got. Poor Beth Hastings has to go by CumFuck now. Didn’t you get a slave name?”

“I didn’t grow up here,” Pam said while trying to imagine life as a little girl in a society that enslaved all women.

“Ohhh, Free woman of the western world!” Nancy said in awe. “Is it true that women in your country are homeless and die of starvation in the streets?”

Pam blinked. “What? No! I mean we have homeless, but… that’s not how it is”

Nancy just shrugged. “It’s what we learned about your world. Without men to protect and control them, women can end up out in the cold”

Pam shook her head. This is what they were teaching in schools here. No wonder more women didn’t revolt. “That’s all Masculinist propaganda! In my country, men and women have an equal chance to succeed or fail.”

“I don’t see how that works, Men are stronger, faster, and smarter, they would win every time” Nancy said as she rolled the chair into a large room.

In the middle was a flatbed with restraints built in, set on rails that ran to a large machine with a round opening for the bed. The plaque on the door read “Gama knife Radiology” Nancy motioned to the bed.

“What are they going to do to me?” Pam asked.

“It’s a painless procedure.” Nancy assured her. “They just want to fix a couple of things in your brain. You won’t feel a thing.”

Pam was hyperventilating again. “My brain?”

Nancy’s voice was calm “You will still be you, I promise.” She looked up at the camera in the ceiling. “They are watching, don’t be a problem. You saw what happens to problems, remember?”

Pam swallowed her fear and climbed from the chair onto the bed. As soon as she lay down, Nancy began fastening the restraints at the wrists, ankles, the chest, across the waist, and across her thighs. While she continued talking. “Look, I know our country can seem strange and scary to a Free woman like you, but it’s just culture shock. You’ll get over it soon. Then you’ll realize how much safer and easier life is when you are owned. No bills, no questions, no doubt about what you are supposed to do or where your next meal comes from.” She fitted a halo over Pam’s head that held her strictly in place. “You are going to be a Fuckpet, that means you won’t even have any chores. Just look pretty, please your master’s urges, eat and sleep. It’s a life of luxury, well worth the price.

Pam could only move her eyes to follow Nancy as she adjusted restraints and moved around the table. “What price!” She asked but Nancy just pushed a rubber ball with a flared base, like an over-sized pacifier into her mouth.

“Shhh” Nancy said. “Talking could move the field and we don’t want any accidents!” She walked out of Pam’s view and the lights went down. A moment later, Nancy’s voice came over the speaker as the table slowly slid into the machine surrounding Pam’s’ head.

“Ok, try and breathe normally. There is a screen above you. It will show you a series of questions. Just read and imagine what your answer would be.”

The machine roared to life around her. The screen lit up.

Your name is Pamela Fellows from the United States

True/False?

True. Pamela thought.

Red or Green?

Green

Coffee or Tea?

Coffee

Beer or wine?

Wine

The machine whirled a few more times and there were a series of thumping sounds

Pasta or Salad?

They both sounded good. What should she have. Did she need to worry about weight? Was this….

Watch TV or go to a movie?

Movies were nice, but the floors could be sticky and they could be crowded, but on TV they had commercials. This was so many reasons to stay home and so many reasons to go to the movies it wasn’t a simple…

Walk or Bike?

Bikes were faster, but you could miss so much and the helmet messed up your hair. But walking takes so long….

Your name is Pamela Fellows from the United States

True/False?

Was that true anymore? She had been captured and enslaved. Nancy got a slave name, would she get a slave name? Why was this so hard to answer.

Red or Green?

Why were they asking again? Did she get it wrong? How would they know? Maybe it was red. But Green was what she preferred, maybe she was supposed to pick red.

Coffee or Tea?

Coffee tasted better, but Tea was better for you. Why was everything so complicated? There were no good answers. She just wanted someone to tell her what she was supposed to answer.

Nancy’s voice came over the speaker again “Ok, you did great Pamela!”

Pamela, her name was still Pamela. It was good to know. She was so grateful to Nancy for telling her what her name was. “Now Pamela, I want you to keep watching the screen. You will see a series of images and I just want you to imagine that you are saying the word for the item on the screen.”

Easy enough, thought Pam. She was glad to know what to do next.

The image of a sports car appeared. Pam thought the word “Car”

Next, the image of a house appeared. Pam thought “house”

A tree appeared. “Tree”

Again, the machine whirred to life and she heard several thumps.

A round drink container with a logo Pam was familiar with appeared. She used to keep dozens of them in her refrigerator at home. The sound it made when she lifted the ring on the top was so distinct. It was a…. What was the word… a….

The screen changed. A large hooved animal with saddle stood in a field. Pam used to ride them when she was a little girl. At one show she had won 4 ribbons! It was a…. Again the word escaped her. Something was wrong.

The screen went back to the first image of the vehicle with wheels. It looked like one her older brother had bought when he got his dream job. The word was….. She JUST had it a few moments ago. She started to huff in frustration.

Now it was a building like the one she grew up in. The same building that was on screen a few minutes ago. The word for it was…. Oh, God!

The screen went black as Nancy’s voice came back through the box on the wall.

“Calm down Pam, you are doing fine! Some disorientation is normal.” Pam took a deep breath and and felt her heart slow down. “Now hold very still Pam, this last one is done entirely by scan and target” The voice shut off. The machine whirled to life again and made it’s thumping sound. Pam felt a little dizzy for a moment but it passed quickly.

The table began rolling back out of the machine and the lights came up. Pam heard the door open and saw Nancy come in to view as she began unscrewing the attachments for the halo that surrounded her head.

“You did great Pam and were all done” She lifted the halo off Pam’s head and pulled out the gag.

Pam moved her jaw around and looked to the door where another guard in a brown jumpsuit was waiting. He held a collar and a leash. She wanted to know what that was all about. She turned back to Nancy who was releasing the restraints on the table.

“Snu findalan brak blue?” Pam’s eyes went wide. “Bradda nen!”

“Shhhh shhhh.” Nancy was soothing. “Your speech center has been disabled. You won’t be able to talk.”

“Plequath brash!” Pam was breathing heavily again. She grabbed Nancy’s wrist.

Nancy pulled her wrist Free and stepped back from the table. “I’m sorry but I can’t help you” She said.

The guard with the leash stepped forward. “Puppies don’t talk!” Pam looked helplessly at the man. “Hop up pup!” He commanded.

Pam had wanted to revolt, but she didn’t know how so she obediently sat up. The room swam a little she wanted to lay back down.

“Hmm, seems a little upright NaughtyCunt” He said to Nancy.

“She had the full treatment sir. They often can still sit upright sir.” Nancy replied.

The guard looked back at Pam. “Off the table Puppy!”

Pam wished he would use her name. Unable to say anything, she couldn’t decide on a way to show her displeasure. With no other option, she did as she was told and slid off the table onto her feet. She tried to straighten up but the room spun. She swayed and moved her foot to try and catch herself. She was off balance and fell to her hands and knees. She tried to straighten up but couldn’t balance. The room began to swim again till she put her hands back on the floor. She tried to process this as she felt the collar being fastened around her neck.

“Silly Puppy!” the guard said. “Fuckpets don’t walk like people!”

“Your motor cortex function has been reduced Pam.” Nancy explained. “It will be very difficult for you to stand upright”

“Puppies crawl!” The guard stated.

Pam looked back over her shoulder at Nancy feeling betrayed. She had been so calming and so friendly while she had taken Pam’s ability to walk and taken away her speech. She had been stripped of her very humanity! She should do something, get revenge, but she didn’t know what. She looked up at the guard in confusion. Someone should tell her what to do.

“Looks like she’s catching on!” The guard laughed down at her. “No walkies, No talkies, No choices!”

Pam looked back at Nancy.

“The procedure disabled speech, diminished balance, and removed most of your decision-making capacity, sometimes called will-power.” Nancy averted her eyes from Pam in shame. “I have to return to my duties sir!” She said before rushing out of the room.

Pam remembered to questions on the screen, how she suddenly didn’t know how to answer them. She didn’t feel different. She was still her, she still remembered everything, still knew everything she knew before. How could they have done this to her and yet she felt… normal?

“Come along Puppy!” The guard said, tugging at her leash “Time for school!”

Despite her anger and fear at what had just been done to her, she did as she was told, crawling on her hands and knees, she followed the man out of the room.

​ Life

Cocklicker, was curled up on her round bed in her corner of Master’s den. She was laying on her side, as usual. The black-furred bushy butt-plug tail she almost always had in made laying on her back very uncomfortable. She flexed her jaw against the bone-shaped gag that stretched across her mouth, mindlessly licking the shaft as she reflected on the past two months. The school that Pam had been led to was full of other women who had been modified like herself. All afraid, unable to speak or stand, frozen by indecision as they waited for the next terror.