Chapter 1.1 ~ Training college.

 

By 2099, the first government born sprogs (GBS) were starting to become available to New-World citizens, for they were finally reaching the age of nineteen, having been thoroughly trained in sub-human behaviour.

At 19, the sprogs were then assessed for their suitability for life in New-World society. The Department of Welfare for Animals selected 42 from the first 100 GBS sprogs and moved them to their own Training College where they would continue to be trained but crucially be available for interviews.

The government's aim was to cut back on importing trained Wilderness born sprogs (WBS), except for fully trained, Puppy-girls, Tag-girls, Pony-girls and drivers. The import of these breeds were to be strictly controlled by the Ministry of Feline Transport (MOFT). The classifications would continue to include the term 'girl' on some of the breeds as an illustration of male superiority over the extinct gender terminology of the Old-World.

Rosie, GBS-425QC, was in the first batch of Government Born Sprogs, trained as clerks for government use. She had been living at the Berlin Sprog Training College, BSTC, for two months, after graduating from Sprog Training school. The college was very different from the school where she grew up. For a start, it was partially automated, which took a while to get used to. She was used to being regimented by strong Masters, while she was learning, or when she was doing physical exercise.

One thing that didn't change when she graduated was the two-inch-wide plastic collar wrapped around her neck. The collar electronically distorted her speech. Proximity balls were used to neutralize the collar under certain circumstances. They could be clipped to a sprog's labia ring or simply held in their hand.

If Rosie was wearing a PB and a Master was within hearing distance, at the training school, she could talk to him and the other sprogs. If he moved out of range, her voice changed to barks and growls. A Master's transmitter was needed to complete the circuit in most situations.

The point was, according to the handbook, sprogs weren't allowed to form friendships because of the fragility of their existence. Here today, gone tomorrow was a common phrase used by the Masters. It was true because as the months wore on, at the training school, sprogs would regularly disappear, never to be seen again.

The collar was operational in her room, but it was controlled by an AI assistant called 'Egon. The rule was, 'speak only when you are spoken to unless it's an emergency'. If it wasn't something that could wait, then she would be punished.

For once, Rosi had woken early. She immediately studied the information screen which was fastened to the end wall of her small room. It was blank, apart from the day and time which read Monday 07:50. She therefore had ten minutes before the start of her day.

Rosie had slept on her back and the cover had fallen on the floor, but that was normal on her narrow bed. Her leg muscles ached from her exertions the previous day. She and five other sprogs had been assigned to transport duties which meant that she had to don Pony tack and spend 8 hours performing taxi duties to give the college's permanent Pony-girls some down time.

Her group, the blue team, just happened to have the most athletic member, Zear, who Rosie doubled with in one race. They won it. Zear won her singles and Rosie came second in her singles race, which meant that the blue team won the tournament.

Real tournament Pony-girl racing was one of the highlights of the week for the sprogs. The 42 trainees were gathered together on Saturday nights, in the auditorium, to watch a recording of the latest championship highlights. It was a two hour program that Rosie and the other sprogs looked forward to.

In Rose's case, she sat spellbound throughout the show. Although she was aware that her future lay in a different direction, she couldn't help pining for an outdoor life which the wild Pony-girls and their drivers seemed to enjoy. So, her once every ten to fourteen days, when she was selected to haul a rig on the circuit, or around campus, was a treat which she looked forward to more than most sprogs.

Naturally, as she lay staring at the white ceiling, Rosie wondered what her role or purpose would entail during the coming day. The morning usually involved activity and fitness. The afternoon would include four hours in the classroom, while in the evening they would sit and watch a visual show in the auditorium.

The alarm buzzer snapped her out of her daydream. She sat up and swung her legs around, keeping her eyes on the blank screen. She waited patiently while the letters of the first message appeared, one by one, on the screen. Meanwhile, low down, within her belly, Rosie could feel her comforter slowly deflating within her vagina.

'Message for 425QC. 08:01. Sprog, deposit your comforter, then toilet and shower. You have 40 minutes'.

Rosie slipped off her bed and hurried to the shower room. Having a separate toilet was a luxury compared to the conditions at the training school. Her room was small, about four times the size of her bed, while the shower room was only about six feet square. Having her own toilet and shower was a revelation though and bolstered her desire to be a productive sprog.

The first task was to withdraw the comforter. She performed the daily act with one foot on the toilet seat. The long slim device was easy to withdraw from her vagina because it had shrunk to the diameter of a man's middle finger. A green light sparkled on the clitoral cap, an elongated finger of plastic that slotted into the furrow between her labia lips.

She eased her finger under the end and pulled it and the attached tube until her vagina was empty. The comforter was naturally coated with her exudation and had to be inserted into a specially designed, oblong metal canister, in its glistening state.

Then, Rosie slipped the canister in the smaller, clear perspex pipe that terminated in the corner of her room. It was situated on the left of the screen. After pushing the button, the capsule suddenly shot upwards and disappeared from sight. Usually, by the time she had finished in the shower room, a new canister with a fresh comforter was waiting for her.

The anal plug was more difficult to remove, but her muscles were usually stretched by the stainless-steel intruder several times a day, so she had gotten used to the discomfort when withdrawing it. She placed the plug in the basin, performed her ablutions, then showered. As the water cascaded down, she had the opportunity to explore her body while soaping herself.

Her buttocks were tender from the punishment she received while harnessed to a rig, for about eight hours during the previous day, Sunday. Her fellow Sprogs were less aggressive when driving, but when a Master needed the rig to go somewhere, they were always in a hurry.

Rosie touched her tender labia lips and instantly recalled two particular blows that had landed while she was thundering down the gravel drive to take a trainer from the stables to the administration block. His name was Gunter and was the most brutal man she had ever met. Rosie's cunt was always tender because she often gave the wrong answer in the daily tests.

Her firm breasts were larger than average, but only just. Rosie knew that it was a disadvantage to have extra-large or extra small breasts when interviewing for a position in New-World society. Her narrow waist and shapely hips gave her a 36-26-36 figure which according to the manual on mammalogy guidelines was within acceptable parameters. Her weight at eight and a half stone and 5'5" height, were also in the safety zones.

She was commanded to thoroughly wash her vagina every day with the elongated soft brush provided. Her body always quivered while she eased the brush back and forth within her tight channel. Rosie's labia 'D' ring was a nuisance, but she had learnt how to hold it out of the way when she peed and cleaned her cunt.

She was forbidden to penetrate herself with her fingers, but Rosie often slipped one in, once the cleaning process was over. This was probably the worse transgression of the rules that she had ever committed and a risky one because of the cameras...