Chapter 2

SATURDAY

“Get your clothes off now, sluts” Rebecca instructed her daughters sternly.

Hilton smirked at Fendi. She had much nicer tits, and they were fully developed. Hilton was also happy that Fendi had to remove her sweater. Hilton was not an extrovert, and she didn’t flash, but she knew she was hot and didn’t mind showing off. She knew she’d have to undress and she was taking consolation in the fact she had a much more impressive body than her little sister.

Cheerleaders at elite finishing schools in 2089 traditionally do not want spanks underneath their skirts when they cheer at sporting events. The practice was introduced in order to make the games more interesting to watch. The entire school had seen her bald pussy at practices and games. It was much different when they were watching from the bleachers though.

Fendi, on the other hand, had never been naked in public or around classmates. She had sex before but just with one person at a time. It was a relatively old fashioned concept by the standards of the time. She was not inclined to show off or flash her budding breasts or naked bottom.

“There is no reason to be shy. You will seldom be wearing clothes after this,” Rebecca prodded the girls to undress quicker. Her father had compliance collars for the girls to wear. These remotely controlled devices could introduce shocks throughout the central nervous system to almost any significant part of the body, including all erogenous zones.

“These are old, but they will do until we can get you properly outfitted,” Scott said as he tossed the collars over to his girls. The collars were over twenty years old and could be controlled by his corneal implants. They were intended for convict labor and organics who might consider having second thoughts about completing their contracts in full compliance.

Modern methods were far more effective at controlling and punishing slaves. Scott had purchased these collars at a cut-rate price from Amazon. Amazon was now the major retailer in Central City and was driving Scott out of business. He had to admit that their prices were hard to resist.

“Oh my god, did some nasty convict wear this?” Hilton sniffed the collar and scrunched her pretty nose. She was already standing naked at the kitchen table. Her tits jutted out firmly in front of her like perky torpedos waiting to be smacked.

Fendi was taking her time undressing, and her mother was losing her patience.

“I know you girls are reluctant. I was as well about this, but we really had no alternative. You have two choices, girls. You can embrace your new roles and learn as much as we can teach you in six months. If you do, you will sell for a lot more money and probably be finished sooner. If you are reluctant and half-ass your training, then you will still have to do it, and probably both end up being sold for the maximum time allotted. We still won’t be able to save the business,” she said.

Fendi stamped her foot at the unfairness of it all. She already removed her sweater, exposing her dark nipples. She placed her thumbs in the sides of her panties and began to roll them down to her ankles.

“Can you ask Tylenol to stop gawking at us? He is making this weird, Mom,” Hilton said as she snapped the collar around her neck.

A shock went straight to her nipples and cunt like a lightning bolt running through her system. Her eyes dilated, and she felt her adrenalin race as the intense shock made her body throb. It stung, but it also made her nipples perk up and stick out. Hilton assumed the collar had malfunctioned and tried to remove it. It was now on and would not unlock unless her parents released her.

They controlled the device through their corneal implants. Rebecca had sent that shock to her daughter to remind her of her place.

“It is Master Tylenol to you both now. He has limited authority over you both as a member of this house,” Rebecca said. She remembered having to serve the Cooper family and their many nephews and cousins.

“Can I be Master Ty?” Tylenol asked, hopefully.

Fendi and Hilton looked at him with scorn on their face.

“Yes,” Rebecca told her son. She updated his name in the data file that was now presented to her daughters. She had already shut down their normal corneal implant access.

They used to be able to access the entire sum of human knowledge with a single thought. As citizens, they could access a global database on any person and see all sorts of information about them at a glance. They could send instant messages, summon a car with a driver, make a purchase, buy something with a thought, and a twitch of their eye.

Now, their corneal implants were fully locked down, and anything they tried to do with them was logged for review by their parents.

“Oh my god, he is going to be a boss of us?” Hilton seemed more upset about that then she was being naked in front of her brother.

“We will discuss Ty’s role in the house with him. You are not to concern yourself with his role until it is important for you to know,” Scott said abruptly. He sent a shock through Hilton’s mid-section that electrified her nipples. The girl felt like she had a neon sign glowing in her pussy when he finished.

She looked at him in anguish.

“That is a low setting. I am doing this for your own good. Organics must be obedient. Your responsible party will be far less lenient. I am going easy on you because it is your first day. Straighten your backs, push your tits out, clench your butt cheeks and look straight ahead. Open your mouths slightly,” Scott said. He told them that was how they needed to stand when they were being spoken to by one of their betters.

Anytime the girls became reluctant to obey immediately, he zapped them with incrementally increasing shocks. The collar was old tech, but it was still very ingenious. It could give pleasure, pain, or both. The shocks could throb, or send a single purse. They could be sent to a million different nerve endings at once or a cluster with the precision of the neocortex.

Scott quickly went over the speech rules that would be enforced. They could refer to non-slave males as Sir and women as Ma’am. They were to address him as Master Scott. He was not Master S or Dad anymore. The AI in the collar was intelligent enough to record their speech so that he could determine if they said keywords when they were not in his presence. “You won’t refer to me as Dad even in your dreams. I am sorry it has to be this way. However, it is for your own good. Responsible parties can be sticklers for protocol. They will all have their own versions of it, and you will have to adapt. Today, I am going to let you talk more freely. In the future, you will have to wait until you are spoken to unless you were given permission otherwise. You will need to keep your answers to the point and respond to the question you were asked. You girls are not comedians. Your jokes will cause you pain when you are serving,” he said.

“Can’t we just be augmented then? If we don’t have any choices, then what is the point, Sir?” Hilton asked her father. She winced as she expected a shock.

“If you were augmented, I would simply say your trigger word, and you would obey. If you think you can resist then you are mistaken. A timer will start in your head, and you will feel increased compulsion until you can’t resist. It is very efficient and easy. This will not be easy. You will feel pain and pleasure, and you will learn to do what you are told because you are an organic,” he said.

The universal wrist bands the girls wore began to blink amber. The collar began to blink amber as well. The girls were being synched with Central City public records. It was registering that they were voluntary organic citizens. Their rights were automatically being terminated. Their access to make purchases or travel unescorted was being removed. They were being de-enrolled from their private academy.

Everyone in the city would know that the girls were no longer full citizens with all the rights and privileges that entails. They are essentially property in training during this period. It is not uncommon for restaurants to expect anyone with an amber band to kneel on the floor during the meal.

In six months, the blinking would stop when they enter the processing facility. There they will spend seven days on display. They will be poked, prodded, fucked, tied up, stretched, and used by potential bidders. Their parents will review the bids daily until the seventh day. On the seventh day, if the family wants to pay the bidding fees to stable the slaves they can bring them home. If not, then Human Resources will find a buyer for them.

“You will be polite and respectful. You will not argue. You will not be sassy or get defensive. You must learn to take constructive criticism and learn from it. You will be told to shut up. You will shut up when you are told. You will be talked down to. You will not talk back when that happens. You will be laughed at and pointed out. This is for your own good. Your responsible party will not want you to feel like an equal person with rights and dignity. They want you to serve. It is important you understand this is for your own good,” Scott said.

He made the girls acknowledge him as Master and repeat back what he told them about speech protocol.

“You will not sit on the furniture in this house. You will rarely sit on furniture at all. Your beds and clothes will be removed from your room. You will be caged in the living room in case someone needs you to serve them,” Scott explained.

He pointed to two cages that he had purchased. They were newer than the collars. The cages could expand or contract as needed. They were constructed of a polymer-metal that felt like real steel, but it could also stretch. They were designed to be opened remotely by the corneal implants they wore. He instructed the girls to start stripping their rooms and setting up their cages.

The girls obeyed. Hilton was distraught to have to remove all the trophies he had earned for dance competitions and ballet. Fendi hated to get rid of her book collection. She begged her mom not to have to throw it away. Books were an antique in the digital age. They could be downloaded directly to the brain’s memory core. Fendi loved reading, though.

“Everything goes,” Rebecca said sternly. She pointed outside and made the girls walk out of the house in the nude to bring the items to the curb. There was no point in storing the items.

“But you said one of us may not have to get bought, Mistress Rebecca!” Fendi argued. Her mother sent a lightning bolt to her asshole that forced it to pucker and almost doubled her over in pain.

“Material objects that remind you of your old life will only slow you down. You must purge everything. I want each of you to train so hard that you know you will be the one to be sold. I don’t want you clinging to your past,” She said.

Inside the house, Scott was talking to Tylenol. “How do you feel about what just happened?” he asked.

“Honestly? Great!” Ty admitted. He thought about lying to his father and pretending to feel sympathy for the girls, but he was relieved.

“I know the girls were hard on you sometimes,” Scott said. He expected Ty to tell him the truth. He knew his son was a good boy. Ty reminded him of himself at that age. He was sensitive and naïve but a quick learner.

“I wanted to talk to you about your role in the house. We could have afforded an augment to help with the housework. Your mom and I just felt it was better if we cleaned our own house. You haven’t grown up with them as your friends have. You probably don’t know a lot about them?” Scott asked.

“I know they are used for a lot more than cleaning,” Ty said. He was young, but he knew what sex was.

“Yes, and your sisters will be trained fully. That is why I wanted to talk to you about limits. Your mom and I feel strongly that you need boundaries as your sister’s progress through this training,” Scott said.

He was interrupted by Rebecca whipping her daughter’s asses. She was wielding an old riding crop like a samurai warrior might wield a sword. Swinging it at their asses and kicking them as they came back inside. She was scolding them and shocking them both for some snide remark they must have made outside.

Horses had long been extinct. No one had use for riding crops any longer except when applied to human flesh for pleasure or pain. In this case, the stinging leather wand was dishing out pink butts to both girls as their mother followed them upstairs to get more of their possessions for the trash pile. “Move your lazy butts, you dumb sluts!” she shouted as she drove Hilton and Fendi toward their goals.

“I am sorry, but this is our new reality now, Ty,” Scott apologized to his son. “The augments and organics your friends have were made compliant. They rarely need that kind of discipline. However, your sisters will. This will be common around the house, and I know it will be disruptive,” Scott said.

“Can I help?” Ty offered politely.

“I served for twelve years with your mother. I was augmented, but I know how discipline works. Mr. Cooper owned a sex club in the old district. I have seen a lot of things, and I am prepared to introduce your sisters to a complete re-education before they are bid on. I could never ask you to participate in that as a trainer. It would frankly take me longer to teach you how to do it safely,” Scott said.

“Their responsible party may not know how to train them safely either,” Ty replied.

Scott chuckled. The term responsible party was something of a misnomer. The term just meant the person who paid for their service. They were often quite irresponsible from Scott’s perspective.

“I will tell you what. You can give your sister’s basic commands around the house. You can tell them to bring you something or make you something to eat. They can give you a bath. You can’t discipline them. You can’t shock them with their collars. You can’t take them out of the house. It will be good practice for them dealing with a responsible party who may have a son your age though,” Scott offered.

“I could tell you if they mess up at school, Dad?” Ty wanted to help.

“Your sisters will travel with you to school. However, they are enrolled in the disciplinary academy now. They won’t be attending the same classes as you are,” Scott explained.

“I know Dad, you said that before. The disciplinary academy is close by, though, and I know some of the instructors. I can tell you how they are doing,” Ty explained.

Scott smirked. “What are you doing looking over the fence into the discipline yard? Hah, I would have done the same thing at your age if they had these discipline academies when I went to school,” Scott said. The disciplinary academy was a relatively new public service that met a specific societal need. Parents who wanted their children to be bid on did not need them educated in history or math. Their corneal implants could provide all of that for them. They were taught to obey in disciplinary academy.

“What was it like when you were going to school, Dad?” Ty asked.

“Well, I rode a dinosaur, and then I would pick up your mother in my car. It had stone wheels. I’d pedal it with my feet to the drive-in restaurant. Then the waitress would serve me a rack of ribs so big that the car would flip over,” Scott joked.

“Haha, that’s the opening to the Flintstones!” Tylenol recognized that story immediately. He loved campy 20th century trivia.

Scott smiled because he did, as well. “If there is anything that makes you uncomfortable, let me know. There is not much I can do about it. However, I’d ask that you leave the room if anything gets too weird,” Scott said.

“Dad, I have friends who have augments. I know they give blowjobs and stuff,” Ty blushed.

“Have you ever had one of these blowjobs?” Scott asked his son. He raised his eyebrow.

Ty looked bashful and stared at the ground. He was too shy to ask for one.

“Your sisters will be sucking dick a lot. I only have one cock, and even with all the chemicals still pumping through my veins from my augment days, I probably can’t get it up enough. If you want to help, then you can provide an extra dick now and then,” Scott said. He felt uncomfortable suggesting his son use his sisters. However, he also knew the girls had to become Goddess level experts at fellatio in order to bring in the highest prices.

Scott had sucked his own brother’s cock while he served the Coopers. Rebecca had also sucked her brother’s dick. “Speaking of which, Uncle Rob is coming over later. He will want to see the girls in their new roles. I really should get back to training them. We’ll talk more, okay?” Scott nodded to his son.

“Yeah,” Ty replied. He wanted to text all of his friends through his corneal implant to let them know about his sisters. He only had a few close friends. He knew a few of them had crushes on his older sisters. They would be shocked about this new turn of events.

Once the girl’s rooms were cleaned out, and their cages were set up in the living room, their training began.

Rebecca began giving them one-word commands to remember. These were common slave positions that placed the girls in very vulnerable and exposed positions.

Ty watched as the girls completed splits or pulled their legs above their heads to expose their assholes and pussies.

“What is this?” Rebecca asked as she pinched Hilton’s pussy lips.

“My pussy, Ma’am?” Hilton mumbled.

“It is a cunt now. Say it loud so that I can hear you. Mumble again, and I’ll shock your tongue back into the middle of next week,” she said.

The modern augment systems could even induce specific tastes into their mouths. The girls would be able to eat food, and it could taste exactly like semen or caviar. The Burns couldn’t afford anything that advanced. Rebecca had begun using old fashioned bars of soap.

Fendi had a bar of soap in her mouth and one in her pussy. She had failed to talk respectfully to her mother and was groaning over the acrid taste. Bubbles floated down her mouth.

“If soap is the worst thing you have tasted you are in for some real treats, Fendi!” Rebecca chuckled. “We are going to have to rename you two cunts. I remember when my responsible party renamed me. I felt like the last flicker of my humanity, and what made me Rebecca was removed. I had so much to learn then. Mrs. Cooper found ways to take so much more from me. I got it all back, and you will, too,” Rebecca told her daughters. She looked at Scott and asked him what they should be called.

“Goober One and Goober Two,” Scott chuckled. He had been called Bobber, and his wife was named Flicken Whore by the Coopers. It was incredibly humiliating. Scott knew the responsible party that purchased his daughters would rename them anyway. These names were just temporary.

“What about Honda and Fiero?” Ty suggested two manufacturers of cars from the 20th century. These names were pretty common now. He liked a girl named Fiero in his class.