Of course you do!

"This worm wishes to participate in the event, Mistress," you tell the woman who was instructing you during the past months.

You are on your knees before her, looking at her feet, your arms locked together behind you like a good ****. In reality you hate this role. But by now you learned that it is not your place to question it.

You are wearing a pink latex blouse, a black latex skirt and matching stilettos. The skirt barely covers your caged cock. But just enough so that you would appear a woman. You have a thick collar on your neck. Your wrists have cuffs on them but at the moment they are not connected.

"You do realize that only one in a thousand ever wins the event, worm?" the woman asks in a demanding tone.

"Yes, Mistress," you nod.

"Then all you do is to risk serious injury or **** for something that's already written in stone," she continues.

"Yes, Mistress," you nod. But in the end she can't do anything to stop you.

It takes about a week until you arrive to No Man's Land. The place where the hunts are held each year. It looks like no human being set foot here for the past twenty years. Or more like fifty. But the hunters aren't coming here to care for the place, nor any of the sissies.

You were given proper clothes. They make you look like a man at first, which is good. However if you get closer you cannot hide your feminin figure. You were given a backpack with a week's worth of food. If you cannot find any for the rest of the month, or you get injured, you have a comm unit set to a emergency frequency. But if you use it you lose the game.

You were also handed a rifle. It shoots tranquilizing darts, just like the ones that are used by the Hunters. The catch is that if you shoot a Hunter, he or she will be merely removed from the game, while if you are the one who gets shot, you will have to spend the rest of your life in slavery.

No wonder there are so few who win the game. You think to yourself. As every wave of hunters become more and more experienced.

You pick up a piece of glass from the ground, and look at your reflection. From all your surgeries the facial one was the most painful. But you cannot deny that you are beautiful.

The only problem is what your looks get you. If you become a **** you will de facto become a property. If you have a job, at the end of the month the money will go to your owner. You won't be allowed to have a proper orgasm. Instead your cock will be intentionally shrunk and put into smaller cages. You will have to sleep in a cage, do the house chores and act 100% subservient to your mistress. And that is if you receive a mistress.

A dreadful thought. But you have to face it: not all sissies are owned by women. Alphas are not allowed to have a wife, as their goal is to make offspring. Therefore they either buy a sissy once they have enough cash or they become hunters and they catch one here. A dreadful fate that can happen to you. Just as it happens with ten percent of all sissies.

At a sudden you can hear the cracking sound of glass from behind you. Shit! A footstep. You turn around, weapon at the ready, knowing that the entire rest of your life could be determined in these moments.