Rumours and whispers

A week later and the rumour mill had really started churning. The halls of Stanfield's Academy were filled with the nervously dancing click of heels on scurrying feet. Whispers of attacks on students from other schools and shadowy figures following you home were ramping up in intensity between the human playthings. None more so than around the class that was actually missing one of their comrades-in-thongs.

Binita had not been seen or heard from since the night Jesse had personally witnessed a scrap of her miniskirt caught on a warehouse fence. Questions about her from the trainee slutwives were strictly forbidden, as several red and welted bottoms could attest. Yet the bonds they all shared would not allow them to ignore the absence in their midst. Over the past year they had become family. Lovers. A united collective in servitude and submission. Those connections, both emotional and physical were shaken to the core by the fact that one of their number had been stolen. Snatched away into the night by powers utterly unknown.

Fear gripped them all… and it was a fear greater than all the whips and paddles of their teachers; whose regular caresses had just become a daily acceptance by now. Sissies and sluts were supposed to be spanked and humiliated… but no-one was supposed to be able to claim their bodies without ample remuneration. None of them were supposed to be able to go anywhere without those collars around their necks beaming out a thousand points of data a millisecond into the eyes and hands of their superiors and the ‘all-seeing’ Algorithm. It upset completely their sense of the natural order of things. Everything they'd been taught about their place in the world as precious and valued property, protected from all threats outside their dutifully paying customers.

Jesse sat back in the seat of the rowing machine and pulled, the action both sliding him back into the embrace of Suzy behind and driving two thick, silicon extensions up into both their rectums. It was good to get a bit of mindless physical exertion between himself and all the crushing doubts and worries. The rhythmic tensing, penetration… and then returning release did much to soothe his fraying nerves. Though they always came slinking back in around the side, like eddies from the tide. He knew Suzy felt much the same, whatever the other sissy’s occasionally fraught relationship with Binita might have been. Jealously they might have bickered, yet they were sisters as sexpets. That was a love forged strong by struggles shared.

The P.E. lesson in general was unusually quiet. With none of the usual teasing and joking the slutwives shared while toning their bodies to be better tools for others' pleasure. It was as if a coming storm sat heavy upon the air. They could all feel it: A charge of change rapidly approaching that could be neither escaped nor avoided. Yet none of them knew what they could or should do about it. They were all just toys in a box, after all! The churning waves of political manoeuvring and sociological ethics that played out above and around them were not theirs to pry at or question.

Then a gasp split the room, from the couple of students nearest the clear, glass wall. Down in the courtyard below, several dark figures marched: the pride in one's shoulders immediately recognisable.