But no excuses

“They’ve started rounding us up… even more than they did so before.” Jesse was listening numbly to the words coming from Fran’s mouth, wincing internally every time she referred to the Dropouts as ‘us’ or ‘we’. As if by collectivising herself with them, his classmate was muddying the rest by association. Only the other day he remembered himself having some fleeting glimpse of pity for even the ones who had attacked him directly… but now found only bile at the thought.

“And you’ve seen what they did to Sean, or ‘Beth’ as we’re supposed to call her now… Don’t tell me you don’t see what that means!”

Jesse did understand of course. Mr Carter’s overarching new business venture wasn’t exactly complicated, give or take whatever technological wizardry made it possible. He would gather up all these undesirables running around the edges of civilised society, refusing to fit in. Then he would use whatever data he was extracting from Jesse and his meticulously trained classmates, to turn them into a malleable, programmable product with only a fraction of the associated time and educational costs. Screwing two sluts with one cock, really, in the way it would both clean up the streets and fill the ever-growing gap in the market for high-quality human sex toys. The trainee slutwives had been putting together the pieces of all this for weeks now, trying to work out where their own futures might fit within the system.

“What happened to Binita?” He asked, bluntly. Watching his former friend continue to slam her hips down upon a phallus that had quite clearly already given every ounce of erection it could.

Fran at least had the decency to blush, turning around to watch the miserable scene herself for a moment or two. Before looking away in shame.

“We had to try and find some way to reverse it! …Some of the boys got lucky when they met ‘Dr Wisson’ over there: One of Carter’s lower down researchers with a bit of an underground gambling habit and a taste for expensive ladyboys. They pretended they were working for a rival corp and could cover all his debts. He was supposed to smuggle out some old equipment for us and book ‘Beth’ as part of the reward, but she got called off for some special job at the last minute and Binita got sent instead.”

Jesse nodded. He knew exactly where Beth had been: Meeting Derrick Carter himself with him and Madame Stanfield.

Fran continued, the guilt on her face becoming ever more visible.

“I wasn’t there, but things got… heated. They demanded the Doc show them how the equipment worked and how to reverse the process, but something went wrong. In the end the best they could do was turn off Binita’s tracker, grab the pair of them and run.”

A moment of silence was filled only by the lewd, squelching sounds of the rabid hermaphrodite continuing her fruitless humping… along with the soft whimpering of her victim.

“He says that somehow her personality got put into some kinda feedback loop. Amplified all her ‘base emotive traits’ a thousand times over… and, since she’s one of us…”

“She’s horny beyond all reason, all of the time.” Memories of the orgy in the assembly hall came flooding back to Jesse. Of feeling completely out of control of his own actions, simply due to an overwhelming, all-consuming need for stimulation. And of the look he’d seen on Fran’s face in the aftermath… as she’d finally understood.

“We’ve tried to keep her… occupied.” The other slutwife sighed, the heavy bags under her eyes speaking to a heavy personal investment in that regard. “And we’ve still got access through the security in these new collars. Can clone the signals, feed them false information. As far as anyone official knows, me and you are currently back in our beds, tucked up tight. All our slutty homework assignments done and dusted.”

A wave of guilty relief flowed over Jesse at this… so at least his future career was safe, for the moment. Though it felt both wrong to be concerned about that, considering the circumstances… and also wrong to be awarded merit for tasks he hadn’t completed. The good little schoolgirl in him shivered at all this subterfuge.