Story Codes: Mdom, fondling, TG, nosex

WARNING: The events and characters of this story are absolutely true and this sad, sick tragedy will inevitably unfold just this way, unless of course, you manage to learn something from it and nurture some compassion for the contradictions of the human condition.

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Summary: Epilogue

Characters

Brother Sugbon : receiving handler

Timina : A trans of an unknown age

Brother Willy: Works in shipping.

#2451 Day 1: 10:10 in Novum school shipping dock

A forklift was unloading the crates from from the autonomous transport vehicle in rapid succession. Brother Sugbon signaled forklift operator to ask a question. The lift stopped and its electric motor took on a quiet hum.

"Hiya Willy. Looking for ..." Sugbon looked down at his clipboard, "... number 2451. Where can I look?"

"I put the bitch crates over there," the Willy pointed. "They've been waiting a couple of hours. Are you going to take them all, I hope?"

"Nope," the Brother started towards the row of crates "Just the one. You'll have to call down to receiving about the rest. I'm picking up a special one."

Brother Willy watched Sugbon checking the numbers on the crates, then decided to flip the switch on his lift which immediately fell silent, and stepped down and follow his curiosity. "Special one?" he said as he walked along the row in the opposite direction. "They're in order ... 48 ... 49 ... 50 ... 2451, right here," he said slapping its top.

Sugbon went to examine the crate under the driver's hand and checked the numbers again. "That's it. I'm going to leave the crate. I'm thinking we will use at least half a dozen of these this afternoon for outbound, so I wouldn't store any until they give you a number for how many." As he talked he flipped the door releases at the top. There was a series of snapping noises, then he reached down and pulled the handle for the crate's door to swing up and fold down onto the crate's top. Stooping over to look in, "Out bitch. Now."

A thin, young looking girl emerged. She had long, black hair that fell down across the shoulders of the sack-like dress she was wearing. She was short. The top of her head was only up to Willy's shoulder. He judged her to be only about 140 centimeters tall or less, and probably less than 30 kg, but her titties pushing up her dress front made her look older.

"Special? Good looking bitch, but what's special about her?" the driver appraised the girl as Sugbon removed the girl's knee paddings that she had worn for transport.

"Trans," he answered lifting the padded sack dress often used for transport. "Get this off," he said taking the dress's sides. He pulled it up and the girl complied by raising her arms so that Sugbon could lift it over her head then pulled her arms down and the dress off. Now she was naked except for a large blue diaper. Her tit's stuck out like little pale cones, tipped with cherries. Their nipples seemed unusually red but the areola were brown. The girl stared at Brother Sugbon's crotch, wordlessly with eyes only partially open.

"She's a tran?" the driver whistled. "Really? She's young to be a tran." He put a finger under her chin and raised her head. "Really. Good job," he said turning it from one side to the other.

Sugbon reached down and ripped the tape on the diaper she wore for transport, first one side then the other and tossed it. It hit the floor with a soggy splotch. "Bael, clean that up." A cleaning bot popped out of what seemed like nowhere, scooped up the diaper, spun around over the spot on the floor, and leaving it damp, disappeared.

"Display," the Brother said as he reached down and tapped the inside of her thigh.

The driver made a tsk sound followed by "Fuck me." He reached down, pinched and pulled on the girl's outer labia. "Fucking good job, shit."

Sugbon squatted down and examined the cunt closely. He stuck a finger into her vagina to his second knuckle and she flinched noticeably but made no sound, simply staring down.

"Look at her eyes. They got her drugged up." The driver took the nipple of the nearest tit to him between thumb and finger and twisting it a little, watched her expression. She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them but showed no other reaction.

"Probably an anal suppository plug. They told me they weren't going to use a transport collar," Sugbon said reaching up under her to feel her ass. "Yep," he said pulling his hand back and running it down her leg still examining. "Keeps them really calm and cooperative. We'll leave that in till we get you down below."

Brother Sugbon straightened up and took her by the mouth to direct her eyes to his own. "They give you a name?" he asked pinching her mouth.

She tried to answer but it was unintelligible, so he let go. "What?"

"Timina," she answered looking back down at his waist.

"Good enough for now. You going to be a good girl for me?" he said pulling her head back to look into her dim eyes.

"Yes, sir," she answered hardly opening her mouth.

"Oh, shit!" Willy said impressed. "I heard about this one. But he was older. And taller."

"Yeah. He was but She's not. That's what makes her so special. De-aging," Sugbon had her by the arm now and was turning her to look at her backside.

"No shit?" Willy looked at Brother Sugbon. "You guys are trying that on human's now?"

"Not yet. Just trans bitches." He bent down again to examine her ass, pulling her cheeks apart, he pulled on the anal plug to check it's firmness, the back of her legs. "I don't know when we'll be able to use it on people, but the trans process really essentially genetic modification that can incorporate the de-aging. So this bitch is our first guinea pig to survive more than a day. They took her out of the tank three days ago and it looks like she's still alive, huh?"

Sugbon put his hand on her right foot. "Put your hand on Willy, Timina and raise your foot." The girl touched Willy's arm that was still feeling her tit and lifted the foot for Sugbon to inspect. Then he pushed that foot down and grabbing the other ankle, "The other one." She lifted it.

Willy looked at the Brother, "I helped package up those bitches they lost here on the dock. They ever find them?"

Sugbon shook his head, "Not that I heard. Did the investigating team talk to you a little?"

"Shit, I got grilled by a bunch of teams, Novum's, a Thai team, those European assholes. They even brought a team down from the Rings to interrogate a bunch of us. Seemed like a regular transport to me." Willy put his finger the tit and gave it a little bounce.

"Fuck me," Willy said shaking his head and looking back at the girl. "You're going to have some serious cock to deal with, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you, bitch."

"Well, you'll have to get in line." Sugbon was running his hand up her back, slowly raising. "Get yourself invited to the triclinium tonight or tomorrow. Then they'll let the boys have her for a few of days and work the Lounge at night." He picked up her arm and looked closely. "Perfect skin texture. No hair. Not a trace anywhere except her head." He dropped the arm and ran his finger along her upper lip, "and little fine stuff above her lips. You still got a tiny, little mustache there, Timina, but we'll take care of that." He turned her head and pushed her hair back behind her ear to examine her hairline. Then turning his attention lower, reached down to her pussy lips, pulling them out. "My, my, but that cunt is perfect."

Then to Willy, "If you want to ride her though, you better get on it. She's going to be shipped up to the Rings in less than a week. We've got a herd of them going up. They're seriously starting to stock it now." He slipped a leash out of his utility pouch. The girl did not have a collar so he simply wrapped it around her neck and thread it through the end to loop it. "Stay close to me bitch, and do exactly what you're told. I have some Brothers who are anxious to meet you."

She followed him closely as he led her to the elevator.

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by Alexander Martin