He sells you.

"No, I think the best way to punish you is to punish the Bitch. Get her cleaned up, she has a long week of surgeries and further programming before she's ready to ship." Your Mommy hangs her head, unable to meet your pleading gaze. She knows she has failed you, but she also knows she can't do anything once Daddy has made up his mind.

You follow her to the shower where she cleans you up, neither saying anything but incoherent sobs. You know this will probably be the last time you see your Mommy again, but there are no words that can fill the gulf of loss and regret between you. You hold on tight to each other, but already feel a million miles away.

The following days, weeks, and maybe months are a blur. Your days are filled with pills, exercise, "tutoring", and bed...with the occasional trip to the cosmetic surgeon to add variety.

By the time they are done, you are a top of the line living sex doll. Programmed with countless techniques and personalities all at a customer's fingertips. Even as a weak willed toy, your Daddy could sell you to a mid range harem or to some obscure baron or just to some trust fund kid that wants to practice on a pliant pussyboi.

But Daddy has apparently always found you one of the weakest and laziest of all your sissy siblings. You probably could have skated by with a far more forgiving fate, but you dared to suggest he was wrong. That alone condemns you to the furthest pits of Hell.

The day of the auction finally arrives. A black hood is put on your face and you are led to the back of the van and shackled inside. You wonder if this is all for the sake of pageantry as your mental programming wouldn't allow to run now if you wanted to. You finally arrive at an abandoned building filled with the sounds of angry yelling and the smell of blood and excrement. You wish you could feel the terror trying to crawl up your spine, but your sense of contentment is that of a cow led to slaughter. You can vaguely understand the horror of your situation, but you aren't allowed to feel it.

You hear "Going once...going twice...sold!" And feel someone tugging on your chain. You apparently on your way to your new "forever home".

You wonder how long you'll have to endure forever...