3 SUM by Quig Shelby Read Free Book Online

few days ago.
    â€œSee that remote control?”
    I nodded.
    â€œPorn movies,” she said, “like in the old days.”
    I pretended I had no idea, that I’d never wondered.
    â€œIt’ll get your motor started,” she said. “Press one for shemales, two for crossdressers, and three for gay men.”
    â€œNo women?” I asked.
    She shook her head.
    â€œMy, you really are a pervert. I’d go for the shemales in that case.”
    Half an hour later and the heels in the corridor were walking in my direction. There were two nurses, but not the one I’d seen earlier, and a guard who was the prettiest of the bunch. I’d think of her, watch maybe, or was that too salubrious?
    They lifted up my dress as I lay back on the couch, and pulled down my satin camis.
    â€œDamn, he’s caged,” said the brunette.
    â€œWhy didn’t you say?” asked the blonde.
    â€œI thought you’d have the key,” I replied.
    Besides I’d have completed already; the blue pill really did work.
    â€œNot our department,” said the blonde.
    â€œIs there a problem?” asked the guard.
    She was new to me, and they talked as though I wasn’t there.
    â€œMaybe, we’ll just do it the hard way, or not as the case may be,” said the brunette.
    They laughed, and I just felt myself getting warmer, but with embarrassment not passion.
    The nurse bent me over gently. I was pliable to their will, and the guard unleashed her standard issue strapon. A cup was put under me at the end of my cage.
    The nurse held me down, and I was ravished, my prostate milked. Eventually the container was full, brimming with a new generation of female leaders and male subordinates: queen bees and an endless supply of male drones, workers, fighters, defenders of the realm.
    â€œI’ll take it to the lab,” said the guard, pinching her nose.
    Passion was now a process; sins of the flesh had been abandoned for safety, purity.
    They poured a syrup down my throat, and I waited an hour before they deemed I was safe to unleash upon society once more. My desires, urges were under control yet again. Regrettable was putting it mildly; I’d felt like a new person, invigorated, manly even, if that’s how a man felt. I’d wanted to take on the world, and all three of them. I desired to do unspeakable things.
    â€œTidy yourself up,” was the last instruction I received, and, for the second time in a day, I was unceremoniously booted out.
    Chapter Seven
    Gillian was looking at me with either desire or hatred, I couldn’t tell. Perhaps it was both, perhaps she hated wanting me.
    I’d handed in my slips, explanations for yesterday’s absence, signed and stamped by the Court and the Bank. My camouflage nail varnish had worked, and I was disappointed there were no sticky buns for the office, the edible type, not mine.
    Claire called me into her room, but at least it was still mid-day and I had witnesses; Trudi and Cassie were filing. It was rare, but occasionally some of the ruling class were convicted of assaulting the junior ranks of society, the men, rape not included. We were the new witches, bitches, leading them on; besides, everyone knew men always enjoyed sex.
    â€œMother Nature only knows why, Valery, but it appears you’re a wanted man.”
    She waved a piece of paper across my face.
    â€œIt’s my depot tomorrow,” I replied.
    â€œWas, it’s been cancelled. And I’ve been ordered to give you tomorrow and next week off, more if you don’t show.”
    â€œWhy?”
    My heart was pounding. I didn’t want any trouble.
    â€œYou really don’t know?” asked Gillian entering the room.
    I shook my head.
    â€œI hope this isn’t to do with the pegging,” said Gillian.
    She’d got carried away, scratched my back and bit my arm, technically an assault of the non-sexual variety.
    â€œDon’t be silly,” said