Kimmy's handler, as it turned out, was a middle-aged woman dressed in a lavender PVC corset that made her large breasts loom over Kimmy's head. She wore black slacks, and her hair was pulled back in a tight bun. She stared down at her new charge through thick glasses. Only when her cold fingers took hold of Kimmy's jaw to examine her face did the new breeder notice her handler's bionic limbs.

Sockets at the woman's shoulders held long, slender, chrome-plated arms, and a glimpse of chrome at her ankle suggested her legs were artificial as well. She noticed Kimmy's stare and sighed.

"You've a lot to learn, it seems. That's good. Less I'll have to un-teach. To answer your curiosity, yes, my limbs are artificial. I used to be a breeder like you. In very rare instances, breeders who perform exceptionally are allowed to transition into the role of handler when their womb gives out."

Kimmy could only make a vague noise through her gag in response to this information, but it made her perk up a little. "Maybe one day I can become a handler, too!" she thought.

As if reading her mind, the woman smiled condescendingly at her and said, "The chances of you making the cut are pretty dismal, girl. Every breeder dreams of it, of course. It's your only way out except the incinerator. If you do exactly as I say and put every ounce of effort you can muster into your new role, you just might stand a chance."

Kimmy straightened her back and nodded, eager to earn a shot at a way out. Her young brain couldn't really conceive yet of the decades of abuse she'd have to endure to reach the promised reward, so it seemed simple: do what she was told, then get her limbs replaced and be a handler.

"My name, as far as you're concerned, is Mistress," the woman informed her, then set about making her clean and fresh-smelling. She'd just had a sponge bath maybe an hour ago, but Mistress was far more thorough. Her cold metal hands scrubbed under and around Kimmy's breasts, behind her ears, over the sites of her fresh amputations (which set off all sorts of strange sensations), and especially between her legs... her lack of legs... down there.

Kimmy blushed to be treated like such a helpless baby, but she could hardly do the job herself. When Mistress started scrubbing her lady parts, she blushed even harder. She knew this fate would involve that area, but she never really thought about it much until now.

"Get used to it. Every day for the rest of your life, men are going to come in here and fuck you. A few women, too. Every adult citizen is legally allowed to use the cum stations. Some of them might be nice about it, but most won't. Tonight, when it's busiest, they're going to auction off your virginity, and then you'll probably get fucked rather hard and painfully. The men who bid on that are rarely the nice ones."

Kimmy was shocked by Mistress's language. The woman's tone was as cold as her hands, and her words were harsh. Kimmy wasn't totally sure she understood all she was being told. Women would use her? She'd had no idea. She could hardly ask questions, though.

The stall was well-equipped with hoses and sponges and various soaps and shampoos. The water drained into the floor below her. Mistress wasn't gentle when she washed Kimmy's hair. She tolerated the girl's whimpering for a few minutes, but finally slapped her across the tits, making the girl's nipples sting. "Shut up. Some of the customers might want to hear you suffer, but I don't." Kimmy did her best to stay quiet, and Mistress finished giving her hair a thorough wash, condition, and blow-dry. Kimmy couldn't see the result, but Mistress gave her hair an approving nod, which made the girl feel a little better. She'd always been told she had beautiful hair.

Once she was clean, Mistress opened a case she'd brought along and began applying lotion, oils, and perfume to Kimmy's skin. She focused on the girl's boobs and pussy a LOT, making her blush deeper than before.

"Hold onto that," Mistress said, a little more gently. "Feel ashamed. Blush. Look down. They like that. It'll reflect well on the reviews customers leave. Before long, you won't feel the shame, but if you can convincingly act like you do, they won't be able to tell the difference."

For once, Kimmy was glad she couldn't say anything. She had no idea what to say to that.

Mistress spent a quiet half an hour putting make-up on Kimmy, interspersed with an occasional hiss of "Hold still!" and a few more slaps of her increasingly tender breasts.

"Good. I've put enough make-up on you to make it look like you're not wearing any. You should be thankful you don't have to do this yourself. It's a pain in the ass."

Mistress rocked back on her heels to take in the whole picture. She frowned and cocked her head to one side, then the other. "Young and innocent is definitely the way to sell you... I know."

Kimmy barely saw what Mistress pulled from the case before she felt a sharp stab in her ear. She yelped, and her eyes teared up. "No crying," Mistress snapped as she dabbed the tears away before they could smear her makeup. A moment later, her other ear was pierced, too.

"I was just begging Mom to let me get my ears pierced the other day," Kimmy thought. "I never thought it'd happen like this."

Mistress packed away all her tools and supplies, closed her case, and rose to tower over Kimmy's young, truncated body again. She pulled something down from the ceiling. It was a narrow pipe that extended down, and on the end of it was... Kimmy's eyes went wide.

Mistress laughed harshly. "This isn't even a real dick, girl. This is how you'll get fed from now on. You're going to spend the next four hours sucking this prick. If you do anything that would hurt a real person, it'll shock you, all the way from your mouth down through the plug in your ass. You'll want to avoid that. It sucks. If you manage to do things the computer recognizes as pleasurable, it'll squirt out some nutrient gel. The better you get at sucking cock, the more you'll get fed. You haven't eaten since you were acquired, so I'm betting you're getting hungry. I'll come back to check on you in a few hours."

Mistress unhooked the gag, yanked it out of Kimmy's mouth, and hung it on a hook on the wall. Without another word, she left through the curtain, leaving Kimmy alone in the harsh light of the stall, staring at the tan silicone shaft in front of her mouth.

"Well, fuck," she muttered.