John’s future

John stood there, trying to figure out Heidi’s cryptic whisper as she strutted out of the cell. The bottom of her perfect ass cheeks swaying, just visible below the hem of her skirt, as she walked out.

“Son of a bitch!” John swore as a powerful jolt shocked him.

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 is showing signs of arousal. Continued arousal will result in further punishment.” The shocks were definitely getting worse. And John was definitely beginning to associate lusting for women with pain.

Defeated, John sat down on his bunk and crossed his legs demurely without a second thought. Something had happened, something bad, he was certain, but he could not figure it out.

“Prisoner 1LEZ4535 is not in her designated area.” The computer said suddenly. “She will return to her assigned area within 2 minutes or she will be considered as attempting escape. She will be immobilized and further conditioning will proceed.”

John immediately began mincing as fast as he could on his heels back to the main room. He was out of breath and his feet were on fire, but he heard no more warnings from the computer.

Heidi was already back, talking to her clique. John shook his head and returned to his friends at the table.

Lisa scowled. “What did she do to you, Joanie? That bitch is up to something. She’s been laughing since she got back.”

“I don’t know,” John said, sadly. “Holly, the computer has made changes! I can’t....”

“Can’t what?” Holly asked, concern crossing her pretty face.

“I can’t.... I want to.... I’m not...” John sighed, near tears. “The computer fucked me. I can’t even come close to saying something. I can think it. I can want to say it. But I can’t actually say it or anything close to it!”

“So what happened?” Stacy asked, also concerned.

John told them the story, how he was trying to say what the computer had blocked, and Heidi filling things in, all around patrons and marriage and being a bride. When he told them what he shouted and he bought he heard a soft chime, his friends faces were stunned, with several mouths open.

“I will crush her, punish her like the little bitch she is!” Anna said, angrily, her voice taking on a Russian accent as her dominatrix personality kicked in. Holly and Amanda had to wrestle Anna back into her chair, telling her that Heidi wasn’t worth a patronizer. Anna was visibly seething, but remained seated. John would not want to ever mess with Anna, even in fun.

“She fucked you royally, Joanie. I’m sorry,” Lisa said softly, putting her hand on his forearm.

John was about to ask how, but Amanda cut him off. “You just told the computer... that you want a patron, that you want to be a bride, that you want to get married.” John’s face went pale and he started trembling.

Stacy nodded, gravely. “And you’re not even out of basics yet.”

Holly put her hand on Lisa’s, “Most women in here would only be asking to marry a man when their conversion was complete or nearly so. You’re going to be offered as a bride to the patrons, Joanie. The computer heard you. And because you’ve only started your conversion, customizing you to his desire is going to be easy, compared to overwriting someone close to release. So you will be a very, very, VERY inexpensive bride. Chances are you’ll be selected. Not that many women go into the patron parade as brides, and not at such a low cost of conversion. You’ll probably gain a patron as his bride. I’m sorry.”

John’s stomach fell. “But I’m not.... I don’t want....” the hormones, the training, the frustration... it was all too much. John broke into tears.

“Joanie, you need to stop that!” Lisa warned with a hiss. “If you mess up your makeup too much...”

John fought back the tears. He did not want or deserve any of this. How could things have spiraled so far out of his control?

Across the room, Heidi watched John and laughed.

“You still have time before the patron parade, Joanie,” Stacy said, trying to cheer him up. “You’ll know when it’s time because we’ll all get pelvic exams.”

“Have to ensure to the patrons that the merchandise is good,” Amanda said, sourly.

“Wait,” John said perking up. “A pelvic exam? That... Thank you, Stacy!” He leaned over and hugged her.

“It’s not erotic. The computer is not gentle,” Anna said, her voice no longer showing any Russian accent.

John smiled. “No. Probably not. But maybe it’ll all work out.”