Along the promenade

Jesse was hustled off the Maglev at a station he had never been to before, half-dragged by the over-eager arm of his paid mistress for the next four hours. The supersonic transport only stopped and opened the nearest doors to passengers specific to the tickets that were booked for them... Just another subtle, little way that the riff-raff were kept out of areas where they weren’t supposed to be. The algorithm had only ever provided Jesse with access to the Home and his various schools… so there were great chunks of the city of which she’d seen nothing more than a blur.

This station, for instance… opened out onto a hilltop overlooking several miles of beaches and promenades, flanked on both sides by a vastness of twinkling ocean. A warm breeze full of the smell of sea salt tousled her hair and large, white gulls swooped overhead. Yet… the currently-female teen knew all of this was impossible, regardless of the improbability of finding a long, sturdy spit of land with glorious beaches on both sides: For she knew for a fact that their vast city-state sat nowhere near any coasts. There wasn’t the slightest flicker on the horizon to give the game away… but all of this had to be an illusion generated by absolutely massive sky-screens, wave-machines and climate controls. The sheer scope of expense and technology that would be required to create this simply blew the sissy’s mind, to the point where she had to just stand and stare for minutes on end. Desperately trying to find a crack in the mirage.

Her purchasers waited patiently, smiling at the clear look of awe plastered across their new toy’s face. Clearly this view no longer worked its magic on them however, and eventually they had to usher Jesse on from just this gateway into the miracle. Each slid a hand confidently down the back of her already-constrictive shorts, cupping the bare ass-cheeks which lay beneath. Then led her down through the narrow, cobbled streets like that: caught between them like a child between her parents, except with a considerable amount more groping. The femboy was far too distracted to notice, however, staring into every little side-alley bar and quaint-facaded cafe they passed. This place was a seaside holiday distilled. A half-forgotten memory of some ancient architect’s Mediterranean childhood, cast in peach and yellow stone and nostalgia-tinted sunlight.

The afternoon passed in a whirl that Jesse could hardly pin down, even while experiencing it. Never, had she had so many new and simple joys in so short a time. She was bought a towering ice cream sunday, the precariousness of which was only offset by her hostess insisting on licking off any drips which trickled down her neck and collarbone. They walked along the white sand of one beach, feeling it spill between their toes and watching the surfers zip and crash among the waves. Only to cross the central promenade of shops and restaurants to find themselves this time on pure-black, volcanic sediment. This was considerably hotter upon the sole, but was interspersed by shallow pits of cooling mud. Beautiful people wallowed in these everywhere, coating themselves head to toe so you could barely tell which were wearing designer bikinis and which were naked playthings brought along on their master's whim.

Bouts of extremely erotic wrestling were commonplace… and even seemed to be semi-professionally arranged. Jesse could not work out the rules at all, but caught the gist: two master's brought their favourite human toy and challenged each other to a battle which was more about flexible aesthetics than actual ****. There was an amateurish, hobbyist showboating to all of it... with extra contenders often being added mid-fight and catching a boasting leader by surprise. Smiles and laughter gleamed all around, and the battles always seemed to inevitably end in just an orgy of muddy bodies intertwining with each other, snogging and screwing all as part of the show.

Jesse's own purchasers were more than happy to just let her wander between these, watching. They poured hands and adoration over both each other and their rented teenager in a near constant torrent. The sissy had never known anyone with what seemed like such an overflow of love and affection, that they couldn't help but spill it out on everyone around. After a while she just got used to their continuous groping… and barely registered as she was dragged along by a grip upon her small penis; or felt her ear being chewed upon and neck being hickeyed one more time.

At one point it was half threatened that she herself might be pushed forward to join one of those slippery battles. But, panickedly looking up at the tanned and muscled bodies of the average contenders… she quickly realised she was being teased. Men, women or mixed-between; those who had been picked to provide entertainment here were of a different stock to the small, slight sissy. They glistened and flexed with an inner confidence just made for being a spectacle under the baking sun. More of the algorithm's genetic shaping at work. Jesse let herself be pulled away, back towards the lamp-lit streets under slowly descending twilight.