Chapter 3

As told by Fendi Burns – Organic in Training

It has been five days since my father collared me and began my training. I still think this is a dream, and at any time, I will awaken and laugh about it. My sister and I have been receiving injections daily to our tits, cunts, and asses. My tits have become firmer and swollen. They are incredibly sensitive now. My cunt is incredibly swollen, and I am almost always uncontrollably wet. My pussy juice frequently drips down my thighs, which is terribly embarrassing. My buttocks have become firmer and swollen as well.

Our lips are also being injected with a different solution. They are already becoming puffier, and Hilton can’t entirely close her mouth all the way because her lips have grown so engorged. It won’t be long before I can’t either.

Not all organics get this treatment, but Uncle Robert offered to invest in our grooming. We’ve had our entire body laser shaved, including our heads. I’ll grow back hair eventually, but I have no idea how long I will remain bald.

I didn’t think I could feel more naked and vulnerable, until I walked out of the salon completely bald.

My mother says we will be pierced soon.

I am not angry with my parents. and have not protested my treatment. I have come to understand that this is how things work in Central City. My sister and I are like prize show ponies, because we are young and desirable. If we did not become organics, my father’s business would fail, and the entire family would most likely be auctioned off, and augmented for longer than six years.

Either way, I’d be in training.

Today is a school day, and all my friends at school know about my transformation. Most laughed and mock me, kids can be so cruel. I suppose you find out who your real friends are, when you have to attend school in the nude.

This morning I was caged with my sister in a traditional 69 position. We were left there all night, and tied up with my sister on the bottom of the cage. Her legs were wrapped around me, and my face was in her wet cunt all night. We were tightly bound, and could not move our hands or legs. We can still whisper and talk, but Hilton rarely talks at night. She snores and farts a lot.

I am thankful that Hilton is with me during this transition. We didn’t always get along or agree on things. However, sharing this humiliating experience has made it easier for me to accept.

This morning after my brother let us out of the cage, she said something snarky to me. “I don’t know why you are even trying. You know I am going to go for a much higher price than you when we go to auction. You are just a backup plan,” Hilton sneered.

“I know you are just scared. We need to work together. This is a team effort,” I replied.

“I am not scared of anything, and it’s too late to go back to the way things were. Everybody at school knows I am in training, and my reputation is ruined. I may as well be the most expensive organic anyone has ever bid on,” Hilton said. She certainly was pretty. She swiveled her hips seductively.

I’ve seen old Brittany Spears videos from the 20th Century, and Hilton is the spitting image of her. Now that the injections have started, her tits are starting to elongate and fill out even more, which is making her look like a porno version of Brittany Spears. I think Hilton likes the changes in her physiology.

My brother is now in charge of us around the house for little things. As an example, he gets to decide when we use the bathroom. We don’t use the actual bathroom, now we piss in a little bowl in the kitchen. Then get on our hands and knees, and drink it.

I am told that augments are programmed to think that piss or cum tastes like strawberries and cream, but I’ve never tasted a real strawberry. I’d imagine that they taste quite a bit different than my warm piss in the morning. Which tastes more like sour apple juice. Organics don’t get the benefit of that mental condition. Our responsible parties want to see the look of disgust on our faces when they use us as a urinal.

“Go ahead and piss in my mouth, Master Ty” my sister demanded. Every morning Ty pisses in one of our mouths. He usually pisses in Hilton’s mouth because she insists. She is put on her knees, and interlaces her fingers behind her head, and holds her mouth open wide.

It isn’t that Hilton likes piss. She just feels that the sooner she gets used to drinking it, the sooner it will not seem like one of the most degrading things we’ve ever done.

Mom told us this first week is just a warm-up, and that we are going to be exposed to more degrading forms of fetish training in the next few weeks.

Once my sister drinks Ty’s piss, she swallows every drop and licks up anything she spills on the floor. He feeds us artificial cum in the same piss bowls we just used. It’s a thick white paste of snot that tastes incredibly disgusting. He usually makes us dunk our head in it first. This morning he forgot, and Hilton reminded him politely.

She’s been a stickler for getting the training right. “If we’re not trained hard, we won’t be worth shit at the auction, Master Ty,” she said. Hilton is very aggressive and high-strung. She is hyper-competitive.

I know she wants me to compete with her over this, and I’m just doing the best I can do. I think that frustrates her, but Hilton is competing with herself. Once we get permission, we swallow the cum with just our faces. We can’t use our hands to eat, and it gets all over our faces while we lap it up.

It definitely tastes like the real thing. I am told there is some nutritional value to the sticky paste. It doesn’t matter really. My digestive system was engineered so I can eat just about anything, and convert it to the nutrients my body needs. We finish by licking the cum off each other’s faces...

While my brother hoses us down on the lawn, “Hello Sir,” and I wave at Kodak. Kodak is a boy I think has a crush on me.

“Wow, I like your boobs!” Kodak yelled as he walks towards the tram stop.

“Thank you?” I joked back under my breath. My brother has access to my shock collar now. He can’t give us high settings or leave it on for long, but he gave me the maximum shock he could on my tits. I wanted to slap him, but I knew what I did wrong.

“I am sorry. I should not have joked, Sir” I apologize to my brother. Humor has very little value for organic service. I’ve been told there are some women who have been permanently tattooed to look like sex-clowns. Their noses are red, and they have elongated nipples, reminiscent of balloon animals. They dance and frolic around for the amusement of their responsible party.

I hope I do not end up as one of those freaks. My sister told me that becoming a sexual oddity is usually something that happens to women who cheat on their wealthy husbands or criminals.

My collar has a leash built into it. My brother can access it and lead us around. He handcuffs our hands behind our backs, and pulls us behind him. We’ve done this every day for school this past week. I still can’t believe how liberating it is to walk down my street completely naked, and no one seems shocked.

There are other students of the disciplinary Academy that get picked up at our stop. I just never stopped to talk to them, or thought about them before. They keep to themselves, and we were told by our parents never to mingle with them.

The tram is segregated. Students at our old Academy sit up front. That is where my brother will sit, and my sister and I must stand in the back, where there are dildos sticking out of the floor on poles about waist high.

I got on my knees and sucked mine clean with my mouth before I sat on it. My sister simply rested on her dildo, and slouched her shoulders. Our pussies have begun to stretch and get much more limber. I have already been double-fisted, and it barely hurt. I can still tighten up. And my mother tells me with practice, I will be able to pick up golf-balls from the ground with my cunt.

I am still getting used to calling my pussy a cunt. I will be punished if I say pussy out loud when referring to my vagina. I know it sounds misogynistic, but boys in training have similar rules.

There are nine other students that attend the disciplinary Academy adjoining our old school that ride with me on the tram. They are all naked except for one. She wears a leather harness that is attached to metal hooks that force her cunt flaps apart incredibly wide. I can see her pee hole when she is standing in front of me. Hilton seems jealous of her.

The male students are sitting on the dildos plunged in their assholes. They all wear cock cages. Metal devices similar to my collar that are designed to inflict quite a bit of pain to their sensitive little cocks.

These students are all organics in training like me. Their wrist bands glow with an amber pulse. Some of them have been in training their entire lives. Some have only recently transitioned to this form of training.

“Fancy meeting you here,” a naked boy next to me says. He introduces himself as Stephen.

“Stephen is really your name?” I laughed instinctively. Stephen is considered an insult to most boys. It means they are the opposite of masculine in every way.

“Yep,” he said confidently. He was probably used to girls laughing at his name. Stephen was quite handsome, and his muscles were well-defined.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. Is that the name they gave you when you entered training?” I asked. My mother has been trying out different names for us. I was called Skankadoodle yesterday. The names are meant to humiliate us. The name Stephen is usually such an insult to a boy, that it would be like naming someone Shit-face. I don’t know why it’s that way, but I think it’s always been that way.

“I’ve always been in training,” Stephen admitted.

“Wow, I just started,” I replied.

“I know. I used to see you sitting up front,” he said. I blushed. I didn’t know anyone in the back of the bus noticed us. He seemed nice, and I felt terrible that I had ignored him. He asked me what happened.

I told him how we had fallen on hard times, and that my sister and I might have to go to auction.

“I would pay every credit I have to buy you,” he said, quite sincerely. I don’t know if it was the fact that my pussy was engorged and filling me with sexual desires or not, but I swooned a little. I didn’t quite buy his line, though.

“I am sure you’d prefer my sister,” I said, and looked in the direction of Hilton. Hilton had drool dripping from her lips, onto her engorged tits. She was looking straight ahead, like she was tuned out of what happened. She writhed on top of the dildo, as she fucked herself on the pole before school.

“You are smart. I can tell. That is extremely attractive to me. I love powerful women,” Stephen said.

“As you can see,” I lifted my arms to indicate that I was naked, and sitting on a dildo impaled into my pussy on a school tram “I have no power.”

“You have power. It comes in different forms. My Responsible party can give orders, and I have to obey. Your power comes from somewhere else. You, can entice and charm people,” he smiled.

“Do you already have a responsible party?” I asked him. I dismissed his kind words. I can’t take a compliment.

“Yeah, and she is sitting up there,” Stephen indicated toward a girl with a nod of his head. Her name is Stephanie. I’ve seen her before, but have never spoken with her. She is attractive, and comes from a very wealthy family. They live in a different neighborhood, where all the houses are recreations of famous plantation-style mansions.

“How did that girl buy your services?” I asked.

“She didn’t. My mother gave me to her at birth. She is my twin,” Stephen explained. He said that his assignment since the first day he could walk has been to look after his sister, and take care of any needs she may have.

“I thought there was a six-year time limit?” I asked.

“Rules don’t apply when you have as much money as my mother,” Stephen said.

“Why would she want you trained if she was wealthy? My father is only doing this because we are going broke,” I asked with confusion.

Stephen said that had never been explained to him. I asked him if he had wondered why Stephanie was favored, and he wasn’t, and he looked at me as if I were insane.

“What makes you think I am not favored?” he asked me as if he didn’t understand my concern.

I thought he was joking. He was sitting on a dildo and humping it with his ass. He was naked, except for a metal cage around his cock, and his dick looked like it was turning purple. Plus, he lived as a slave.

“Have you never had a pet?” he asked me. I had not. Most animals had gone extinct years earlier. Only the wealthy had the few remaining animals, and most of those were bio-engineered. The only pets that remained were human ones, and I didn’t have one of those either.

“A pet is a cherished member of the family. We are cared for and loved. I provide for my sister, but she watches out for me, and guides me. I would be nothing without my sister. She is everything to me. I obey her because I have always obeyed her. She was taught how to control me since we could walk. I was taught to obey her since that same day,” he said.

“So, you won’t go up for auction?” I asked.

“I hope not, but if my sister were to tire of me, then I would accept it. It is not my decision,” he said.

“Are you an augment?” I asked. since he spoke like he had blind obedience. He chuckled softly as if I were a silly girl.

“Hardly,” he said. “I know my place and accept it. You do not know your place. You thought you knew it, and now you are somewhere else, and you’re struggling with that,” Stephen offered kindly. He brushed my hair out of my face to comfort me. I squirmed a little on the dildo pole I was sitting on. My pussy juices dripping down the shaft, as if my pussy was a lemon that had been freshly squeezed.

It was one of the most gentle things that had happened to me since my training began.

I smiled at him, and wondered what life would have been like if we grew up in the old-fashioned 1980s of yesteryear. He would have been a handsome jock, and I would have been a bookish, nerdy girl. Our paths may never have crossed, but maybe like Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink, I would have ended up with the beau-hunk at the end of the story.

In the real world, I was now an organic in training, and he was as well. We’d get to have sex during the disciplinary academy classes today, but only under the watchful eyes of our instructors. I’ve been fucked by him several times already, and it was never personal, or romantic. The sex in class is practice, to entertain our future responsible parties.

The tram stopped at our school. The academy students exited the tram first. I slid off my dildo and spun to clean it with my mouth. As did many of the others. My sister left hers wet and a little soiled, so I knelt in front of her dildo, and cleaned it as well. I felt a sense of obligation not to leave the dildos dirty.

“You know, your brother should whip her for leaving her seat, uncleaned,” Stephen warned. He waited for me while I finished licking my sister’s cunt juices off the dildo. It would have been unthinkable to go down on my sister a week ago. Now, we were expected to eat each other out frequently, and keep all our sex toys clean by using our mouths.

“She is just getting used to this treatment,” I made an excuse for Hilton. She was already off the tram.

“It isn’t my place to suggest punishment. I just know that if Stephanie let me get away with something like not cleaning my seat off, I would wonder if she isn’t paying attention to what I’m doing. Or she may be angry with me,” he said.

I found it curious that Stephen considered the mercy of not being punished for something he did wrong to be due to his responsible party being disappointed with him and ignoring him.

As we stepped off the tram, my brother had commanded Hilton to grab her ankles, so he could spank her ass. She was being whipping in front of the Academy we used to attend. All of her former friends were watching and giggling. It was amazing to see how quickly they had turned on her. Hilton had a tear rolling down her eyes.

“You are expected to sanitize and clean your seat on the tram. Do you know how that makes me look when you don’t?” Master Ty asked her.

“Twelve, thank you, sir! Yes, I am sorry!” Hilton moaned. A week ago, she would have pretended she didn’t know her little brother at school. Now she was begging his forgiveness.

“Then, how does it make me look?” Ty asked her, as he struck her swollen ass again with his whip.

“I am not sure, Thirteen, Sir!” she counted and whined.