In plastic skin

A week later, everything and nothing had changed. Jesse was submerged once more, but this time in a public pool, accompanied by Lizzy, Beth and a few other classmates. The event was some kind of celebratory team-building session put on by Mr Carter for his staff. The bodies crowding round each slutwife clearly belonging to a lower class of corporate flunkies and research scientists than they were used to. You could tell simply by the excited tremble in every hand that groped you, or how much awkward giggling was involved before each one pulled out their genitalia and got really involved. Jesse had observed the same habits around plates of food and drink at parties: the truly wealthy never hesitated for a second before taking advantage of anything on offer.

It was probably a good thing too, the sissy fretted, as he guided those varying appendages to the more appreciable curves of his tight, latex swimsuit. Such clients might not notice any lapse in the service they were receiving from what was supposed to be the crème de la crème of human playthings. But he himself could see written on the faces of his fellow sextoys; just how lost and addled they were all feeling.

Lessons had continued in Stanfield’s Academy, despite the resignation in protest of several teachers… and possible **** removal of a few others. Silvertongue had stormed out immediately, of course, devoted to the previous Madame as he was. The Durrens had followed suit not long after, claiming they were just too old to keep up with ‘more modern’ teaching methods. Ms Julian and Miss Daisy had stayed, though Jesse got the feeling it had pained them both to do so. Much of their days seemed to be spent watching on with concerned eyes as more and more of Mr Carter’s people arrived to treat their students like guinea pigs.

The trainee slutwives themselves spent most of their days strapped into machines. Electrodes and probes covering their naked bodies as they were exposed to as many different perverse conditions as the scientists could come up with. They were spanked and shocked, encased in ice and dribbled with melted wax. Shoved full of silicon objects of every shape and size in every orifice. Brought to the absolute extremes of pain or pleasure, or somehow balanced on the very edge of climax for hours on end and just left there… **** to try and adapt to a body simply screaming for release.

It was all very different from the personal, individually-curated training that had come before. Jesse hadn’t seen Selene once since the orgy in the assembly hall. Apparently his beautiful mentor was being shipped out here, there and everywhere as a free sample and peace offering while Mr Carter shored up the political ramifications of his takeover. Instead he was just being pushed to his limits, day after day, trying his best to pretend that some plastic phallus attached to a robot was a master he could devote every inch of his being toward the pleasuring of. The little sissy sighed internally… at least these out-of-hours office workers had some actual flesh for him to suck on.

He swallowed down the deposit of salty goodness his well-trained lips had earned and looked around for their next placement. A secretarial-looking woman was sat on the edge of the pool with her legs open and bikini pulled aside. Jesse waded in that direction without missing a beat with his other customers. The plastic of his own swimwear was open at the back of course, but squeezed his small bulge and balls up into very visible constriction. There were also several aesthetically arranged holes where those who so wished could **** their way in and be trapped tight against his belly, butt or armpits. The sissy could already tell he was going to end up squelching along like a thoroughly-used condom by the end. Still, it was good to be out servicing actual people again… earning his keep in the way he was supposed to. Every splurge of ejaculate he gulped down or got coated in seemed at least a taste of reality in his life that was rapidly becoming more of a fugue state than anything else.