SLAVE-PROCESSING CENTER

The slave-processing center was the first place every new slave went -- to be tailored to his new owner's needs. It was there that boys would learn what their slavery held in store for them, for there were all sorts of slaves: giant, muscular laborers who looked more like gorillas than men; talent-enhanced technical workers who could program faster than they could speak; or even boys turned into sexy females to be used and abused. But, all slaves started out as males; for unlucky females were sent to brothels or breeding camps instead.

I was in the dark and cold passenger compartment of a small transport with 10 or 11 other boys. I'd been taken from my family's farm two days before, as payment for unresolved debts. The farm had fallen on hard times. However, I was hopeful that I'd end up as a technical worker. After all, I was smart. I did well in school. I even had experience with nanobots and remote robotic piloting and controls. Technical work was the sweet life for slaves. I'd probably end up on some desolate mining planet somewhere, with my every need met.

It wasn't freedom, but it was certainly better than ending up like most of the others in the transport would. As I looked around, I could see that the others were all much bigger and tougher-looking than me, all except one. He was just a tiny little wisp of a boy with soft features, almost looked girlish already. He'd certainly end up as a pleasure slave, probably a fuck toy for some rich old bastard.

Once we arrived into the center, we were herded out into a line. We were put onto conveyer carts, single, free-standing waist high boxes, with our feet apart, shackled to the sides and our hands cuffed and pulled backward, connected to the back of the frame. Each of us was then loaded onto the conveyer line. Our clothes were cut off of us and a tiny electric implant was inserted between two ribs into our chests, for security. Every slave had one to stop them from running. It could paralyze you almost instantly or even kill you.

Then we entered the sorting room. We were separated into three categories by size. The future fuck toy and myself were the only two from our transport put into the smallest category of boys. We were about the same age, I figured. I was just barely 15. He looked about the same. I felt sorry for him, but I knew it was better that he ended up a female sex slave than me. After all, we weren't even men yet. On my planet it's at the age of 16 that boys lose their virginity and gain the full rights of men.

The two of us were put into a line with boys of similar size, mostly small and thin. After that everything happened so fast. They pulled him and another boy out of line, then they came back and said there were no spots open for technical or skilled workers of any kind today, but they needed one volunteer for light, non-dangerous work and that the others would go to a camp on Epsilon3.09 -- a labor camp. I made a quick decision and volunteered. I figured that at least I'd be safe.

A moment later, I my cart was shuffling along another conveyer line. A mechanical arm reached out and attached an IV to the frame and put it into my arm and then it clamped some sort of thick, black metal ring loosely around the top of my scrotum. Next, it swung upward fast and surprised me by inserting a gag in my mouth. I realized I couldn't make a sound as I was moved out to the other side and found myself in line with the other two small boys they took just before me. There was a sales agent with a very distinguished, wealthy-looking man in his early thirties, whom I could only assume was our buyer, and a young slave-nurse waiting beside them. She wore the traditional white uniform, cap and skirt with sheer, white, thigh high nylons. I thought about what she must have looked like as a teenage boy when she was in a slave-processing center like we were now. She was so...beautiful and feminine. My head hurt thinking about the terrible possibilities that could await me during my...processing.

"These three will do just fine," the man said.

I still was unsure where this was going, and I was getting more and more worried. The agent then began asking him a series of questions: "So you want two maids and a personal maid, right? Do you want them intact?"

"No, no, certainly not," the man answered quickly. My heart sank further, unsure what "intact" meant, but knowing it didn't sound good. We were sure to be modified now.

The agent continued: "Okay, do you need them to be altered to service you or your guests?"

"The two maids, yes, but the other will just be my fluffer," the man said. "She won't need anything at all between her legs, just a pretty face and big breasts, and of course intimate knowledge of how to turn a man on and suck cock." Oh god, I thought, one of us was going to be neutered and feminized!

"Okay so, one nullo, very femme and pretty, maybe D-cup chest? That should be easy enough. And as for the two maids, the alterations, do you want vaginas or just holes?" the agent asked.

"What's the difference?"

"Well, for starters, it costs about twice as much for a realistic vagina. But also, do you want it to be pleasurable for the slave, complete with clitoris," the agent questioned as he checked a few boxes on his forms, "or just look like a pussy, with lips but no feeling, or just leave a small, flat, round hole, which is the cheapest option next to having them all nullified?"

The man looked us all over, then said, "Maybe one complete female and one no-frills with just a hole, the guests can use her."

My eyes bulged and beads of sweat rolled down my face, as I realized that all of us were to be feminized for his intimate use and I stood no chance of retaining my manhood now. What did I get myself into, I thought. Why did I volunteer? At age 15, I would never see the rite of passage to manhood, for I would never become a man!

"Okay, so, who's who here? No preference? Perhaps the one with the smallest dick for the nullo, the next biggest for the hole-only, and it's always best to use the biggest package for the complete vulva?"

"Yes, that sounds fine," our new master said with a complete lack of interest. We were just things he was purchasing. He was ordering custom-made sex toys.

The agent looked to the young nurse. "Okay, nurse, start the highest level estrogens, Feminizer8, and our strongest androgen blockers, Testo-arrest Phase 3, on all three I.V.'s. Get enlargement pumps on the two biggest and proceed with all the castrations."

I tried to scream into my gag. He just said castrations, I thought. They're truly gonna cut my balls off and turn me into a fuck toy or worse, a nullo fluffer. The realization hit me that one of was going to trade in our genitals for a big rack and a job sucking cock. While no guy one wants to get fucked, it's worse to have to suck. We all glanced down at our three packages in panic. Surprisingly, the girly boy who was in the transport with me had the biggest, and it looked like mine was...definitely...the smallest. The nurse began measuring anyway, but the results were obvious. I was going to be emasculated--the sexless fluffer. His sex would be changed and mine would be removed. I wondered which one of us I should feel sorry for now.

The nurse stepped up to me and said in a soft and sexy voice, "Sorry, boys." She then hooked a cable from the frame to the metal ring around the base of my scrotum and clicked a switch on the frame. The machines began buzzing and whirling around me. I looked at her again, wondering if she still had her genitals, or shared one of our fates. Her long, nylon-clad legs, curvaceous body and feminine mannerisms made me shudder. Just then, a tiny rubber band popped out of the metal ring, and snapped extremely tightly around the top of my balls. I knew it was tight enough to cut off all of the blood supply, meaning my testicles would begin to die. I was actually being castrated! It was really happening. I was a eunuch now.

Before I could catch my breath, two injection needles poked me, one above the band and one into my scrotum. My sack swelled up fast with some manner of cold liquid, but the shot outside the band must have been a strong anesthetic, because my whole groin went numb. The rest of my body, though, felt flush from the female hormones and feminizing chemicals coursing though my veins, erasing any evidence of testosterone in order to foster my impending womanliness. Only, I knew I would never be a woman. The numbness in my crotch reminded me that while I may end up looking like a woman, I was not really being transformed, or even simply being gelded, but desexed entirely. His words echoed in my head: "She won't need anything at all between her legs, just a pretty face and big breasts, and of course intimate knowledge of how to turn a man on and suck cock."

The nurse went on to the boy next to me: cable attached, snap of the rubber band, then she put an enlargement pump over his penis. Next, she did the exact same thing to the last boy, and the agent told her to "begin the depilatory and then get them ready for the sleep chambers." The nurse hit another switch on my frame and another mechanical arm put something on my eyes, like goggles, then a tube came down over the frame. Several nozzles in the tube spayed my whole body with a foul smelling chemical, which burnt slightly. Afterwards, the nozzles sprayed powerful jets of water all over me and every hair on my body, face and head washed away.

When the tube was raised again, I heard the agent saying, "As you can see, he - excuse me - I mean, she's 100% soft and smooth, and with our patented permanent follicle depletion treatment, the hair will never grow back, leaving only the transplanted hair you chose, which will grow just like real hair. So the nullo will get red, and the two maids will both be blondes, and no pubic or body hair for any of them, right? Okay, then the nullo will get D-cups, you want the pussy to get C's and the hole-only to get B's, correct? And we'll have to put them into the hyper-metabolic sleep chambers while the surgical alterations are performed, for the secondary sex characteristics and breasts to develop at a highly accelerated rate. It's the opposite of hibernation. Their body processes will speed up enormously to aid in healing and, thanks to the strong hormones, make their bodies develop rapidly into the desired final product. So they will age some, but exactly how much would you prefer them to age?"

The man smirked as he replied, "As little as possible, I want them to stay teenagers."

"Okay, well six months is the minimum. They'll all remain under 16 anyway," the agent said. Then he turned to the nurse again and said, "See if they're ready to have the emulsion fluid drained yet, and start the threaders so we can get them in the chambers quickly."

She approached me again, and with the push of button and the turn of a knob, a mechanical arm pulled my head down toward my chest and held it there. Then I heard a buzzing and felt needles on my scalp. It felt like getting a hundred stitches at once. I bit into my gag as the needles roamed across my scalp. Then I began to see strands of red hair falling down around my face. They were making me a natural redhead. Within moments, I heard two more sets of buzzing needles.

After a few moments I saw the nurse's hand grab my scrotum. She squeezed it all around and it seemed like my testicles had disappeared from inside. My dark, swollen sack looked just like a water balloon in her soft little hand. She took a vacuum hose with a large needle on the end and poked it into my scrotum. I watched pinkish fluid being pumped out as my ball bag deflated. The nurse went on to the others again with their own hoses. It just kept on pumping. I watched with shock and disbelief as my scrotum got smaller and smaller, collapsing until it was nothing but a little, wrinkled up, empty piece of skin. My balls were completely gone!

The nurse removed the needle. Whatever that injection was, it liquefied my nuts, then she just sucked them out with that hose. I felt sick to my stomach as I looked down at my dick with only a tiny wrinkled flap of skin under it where my testes used to hang. My face was now framed with long, curly, red hair. I was a eunuch, and knew that in moments, my dick would be gone too. I'd be a feminized nullo to spend the rest of my days waiting by my owners' bed to help please him orally and keep his dick hard for his lovers, perhaps one of the other two boys. Now, I'd be a virgin forever.

The nurse pulled a lever and my arms were stretched above my head. Then I watched her as she entered numbers on the keypad, so graceful and ladylike. The goggles were removed and my tears rolled freely down my cheeks, thoughts of my feminized, sexless future running through my brain. I realized that my whole body had suddenly been paralyzed and numbed as metal arms pulled my hair back and reclined my body, bracing me as if I was floating.

She put her hand gently on my arm. "Don't worry," she whispered, "it's not as bad as it sounds. Believe me, there are far worse things than nullification. I've seen boys turned into mindless and mute, neutered, dog-like little pets to satisfy some pervert's sick bestiality fetish. Some days, I almost forget that I was nullified three years ago. I think of myself mostly as a woman. It's easier if you accept it. And your owner seems nice. If you're a good girl, he'll take good care of you and treat you well."

Her words were little comfort as I watched her move on to the next boy...or girl...or whatever we were now with our balls sucked out, about to be feminized and aged six months in a few mere hours. I looked at that pretty young nurse and pictured myself in her place: totally smooth between my legs, full, pert breasts, long hair, women's clothes and lingerie. Then I pictured myself sucking my new master's cock and began to feel ill again.

Tiny rods were being inserted under my skin by mechanical arms, several blue ones in my chest and around my nipples and in each of my lips, my cheekbones, my backside and hips. There were also pink ones stuck in around all of my visible muscles and my adam's apple, my crotch and male member, and around my waist and legs. Then my frame began to move along the conveyer belt once more, finally coming to a stop in a claustrophobic white tube that I assumed was the dreaded chamber. A mouthpiece was attached to my gag to supply air, and I began to black out as the tube filled with fluid.

When I awoke about 6 hours later, I first thought it might have been a bad dream. However, as I looked around to find myself in a bed in a small, cold, sterile recovery room alongside my two now-female associates, I saw I now had large firm bosoms, D-cups I knew, held tightly in a white brassiere. Panicked, I quickly looked down to see the white panties they'd put on me. It was all true. There was no bulge, not even a feminine mound, just a flat, almost u-shape. I stuck my hand inside the panties: it was absolutely smooth except for a tiny hole just in front of my anus, which I knew had to be where they'd rerouted my urethra. I'd be forced to sit like a girl to relieve myself, I thought.

There were no bandages at all. I had healed while I slept, while I lost not only my manhood and six months of my life, but was somehow transformed into a gorgeous, knockout beauty.

I looked at the others as they began to stir. They were simply dazzling: blonde, perky breasts, perfect cupids bow red lips on angelic faces. We were not simply feminized now; we were all perfect tens, the kind of girls I used to fantasize about. But now I knew I'd never jerk off again. And, I found that I had no interest in even looking at the two gorgeous blondes, whom I would certainly have drooled over a few hours ago. In fact I had no sexual thoughts at all. They must have messed with my head somehow, for instead of seeing the blondes as sex objects...I kind of felt jealous of them. Then it happened: the thought ran across my mind unexpectedly, that they'd get to fuck our master, and I never would. It was a momentary pang of desperation somehow implanted in my thoughts, that I'd never be woman enough for our new owner. I'd only be his toy, to suck him off and - Oh, god! The image popped into my head of me going down on our owner. I saw his cock in front of my face, my tiny hand wrapped around its base as I wet my lips and reached my waiting mouth out for his warm, hard pole...I wanted to please him. They made me actually want to...desire to...long to give blowjobs.

I looked again at the others as they began exploring their own bodies. They wore the same style white bra and panties as mine. It was hard to tell which was which until I remembered that the girl with the smaller chest was the one...the one who was left "incomplete." She had a short blonde pixie haircut and looked very young. The complete look, with the short hair and small chest made her seem like an early teen. Her crotch looked the same as mine as she pulled her panties down slowly: smooth and bald. And there, right about where I only had a tiny pee hole, she had a hole like a vagina, but without any folds or lips around it, kind of like a deep belly button between her legs. She'd also be forever denied sexual pleasure, but like me, she'd service our master. The process, we all knew, had not only turned her penis inside out, but by relocating it, the nerves were destroyed and disconnected.

Then, seeing the modifications made to her friend, the other girl, who I had trouble believing was the effeminate boy I'd been on the transport with, yanked down her panties revealing a hairless pussy that looked just like the real thing. Her fingers tentatively touched her clit, causing her to shiver and yelp before she quickly covered herself again. She had long, curly, blonde hair and full C-cup breasts. She looked like she would have definitely been a high school girl, maybe a cheerleader with her figure and face, if she'd been born that way, if she was a free girl. I envied her terribly.

Then, both girls looked to me, so voluptuous with my long, curly, crimson locks. If it could be said that they looked like an elfish tomboy and a cheerleader, respectively, I knew I had fulfilled our new owner's desire for a centerfold girl. My large breasts, impossibly perky for their size, incredibly thin waist and seemingly endless legs all spelled sex. However, I rolled down my panties to reveal my emptiness, my void, my nothingness. They both gasped. I covered myself as an attendant approached. She was another young blonde slave nurse, dressed like the one who castrated us earlier. And she was carrying two identical French maids' uniforms and lingerie. She told the three of us to get dressed quickly before we found out how bad those electrical implants could hurt.

The blondes each received the same black lingerie as I did as well as a ruffled headpiece and the silky, black maid's uniform with ruffled skirts and tiny white aprons that barely covered their bottoms, or their crotches. I exchanged my bra and panties for a sheer, black bustier with garters attached to it. The busier closed in the back with a line of hooks, further cinching my already thin waist, which would have been naturally unattainable by any girl with my curves. It also lifted my breasts, barely covering my large nipples. There were also black silk stockings, but since the bustier only went down to my navel, my backside and barren crotch were left completely exposed. While the nurse had handed matching see-through panties to the other girls, there were no panties for me, which I assumed meant I was to wear none. Seeing my bewildered look, she lifted her skirt in the front revealing a flat, naked, empty crotch like mine. "Traditionally," she said, "owners say that nullified eunuchs have no need for panties, since they have nothing to cover. You should be relieved, that means he doesn't think of your anus as a useful orifice. Don't worry, it gets chilly sometimes, but you'll get used to it."

Chills went up my back and the hairs on my neck stood up. I looked at her exposed, vacant groin and down at my own and broke out in tears. I now looked like a centerfold that had been the victim of overzealous airbrushing between the legs. My total lack of sex organs would be on permanent display, half-dressed in only boudoir attire. I knew then the extent to which my new master objectified me, wishing to revel in my emasculation, turned on by my neutered status, the juxtaposition of my curvaceous, well-developed body with my lacking genitalia. He wanted to be able to always see that I'd been desexed simply because he said so. I realized that he wanted a sexless fluffer to keep his dick hard because the thought itself turned him on. My having the urge to suck cock was great, but I was more of a trophy. Like hunter displaying a prize deer, the fact that he had the affluence, the power to have another man castrated and penectomized was a fetish for him. The maids were for show around the house and maybe a little pickle tickle, but I would be the one to satisfy his perverted needs. In a way, I already had, and that was why he'd always be able to see the smooth area where my manhood was just hours ago. The others comforted me as we were escorted to our owner's waiting transport ship. I tried to cover myself, keeping my hand between my legs as I walked.