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I don't know how long I was under...days, weeks...who knows, maybe even
months. Reality blurred with nightmares as I felt my flesh being cut into
by cold scalpels and stuck with needles, filling me with horribly
persuasive dreams of a beautiful new body. I tried to imagine myself as a
man, just to see if I still could, but it was futile. Every dream I had
featured me with bouncing breasts, an hourglass figure that told everyone
when it was time to fuck me...which was all the time, and a face of an
angel..or a succubus. I just became more and more alluring in my
dreams...more fuckable, and to my surprise, I no longer considered that a
bad thing. In the heady twilight between reality and dreams, I didn't have
the capacity for self deception I'd relied on so doggedly as a man. I
couldn't force myself to feel guilty for relishing the thought of being
every a waking wet dream, even if I wasn't 100% sure when I was awake...

My favorite dream was The White Room. In it, I woke up in a room where the
walls and floor were all painted a solid, textureless white. It reminded me
of my secret place, the place I could hide when my brain melted from trying
to process too much pleasure at once. A place beyond reason, dignity, or
morality. A place I didn't have to wonder why some of my proudest moments
where when I was being humiliated. Where I didn't have to explain to
anyone...especially myself, why the word 'surrender' sounded so musical to
me; why it made me want to sway and writhe to its rhythm. Where pleasure
didn't come with a price tag, and the cost wasn't always going up.

In my dream there were strange, phallic protrusions jutting out of the
floor and the walls. Different lengths and thickness, with all sorts of
different curves and ridges. No two were alike but they were all smooth and
hard and slid in my ass with an almost eerie ease, as if I was perpetually
lubed up. As I bounced up and down the studly stalagmites, I felt my body
come to life, my hands hungrily devoured my new curves, seducing myself and
making me want to fuck that slutty little bimbo even harder. My breasts had
started as soft little peaches, juicy and tender from what I could only
assume was hormones. In time they swelled to the size of small melons. I
was at least a D cup now, although I never seemed to wear a bra in The
White Room, or any clothes for that matter. Clothes would only get in the
way of my eager little fingers, twisting my sensitive nipples until jets of
cum escaped my shrunken clit in a sticky coo of satisfaction. I would
thrust my head back and see myself in the mirrored ceiling, the only part
of the room that broke the illusion of the void, feeling absurdly grateful
to my captors for making me the gurl of my dreams. My golden hair crashed
in waves against my alabaster skin, my bee-stung lips formed an ecstatic
'O', my already feminine features had been surgically softened,
accentuating my button nose and big doe eyes. I probably should have been
alarmed to see myself so changed so drastically, so permanently, and in
such a short period of time. But there was no fear in The White Room. And
as long as I could stay there, I would never have to face the reality my
reflection hinted at. I never wanted to wake up...

"Wake up, Belle. You can't ride the decorative dildos all day. It's your
first day as an official member of the harem, and I'll be damned if you're
going to get me in trouble for letting you fuck yourself all day instead of
showing you the ropes." I probably would have shit myself in fear if I
hadn't been given daily enemas...or was that part a dream too? Standing in
the doorway I didn't even know existed, stood the sissy that got me into
this, the stunning raven haired goddess, standing almost six foot sexy,
with soft skin and generous curves hiding hard muscle and a cold heart. Her
dark eyes constantly smoldering, her full lips always slightly tilted in a
sinister smirk. She had the face of a Madonna and the soul of a
succubus. To see her was to want her, and to want her was to be damned. All
I wanted now was to hate her, after all, she was the one who did this to
me. I was supposed to be her Master, but she saw something else inside me,
and teased it out of me one squirt at a time. Now that I had the body to
match my inner beauty and I'd become just another sissy slave in my
step-father's stable, I wondered if she would continue to tease and torment
me, or if the affection she had so cruelly faked to bring me low would grow
into something real. I said a silent prayer that this was still a dream,
because if it was, maybe we could have something real inside my
fantasy. "Are you even listening to me, you stupid slut? Or have you gone
dick dumb from riding faux phalluses for hours on end?" Sigh...it wasn't a
dream. Instead, my nightmare was just beginning.

I followed Isabella out of the room and into a nondescript hallway. I
opened my mouth to ask her how long I'd been out, but before I could utter
a sound, she said, "First off, don't bother to ask how long you were being
'perfected'. I don't know and if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Time is fluid
down here. We know when to eat, sleep, and fuck based on a series of
chimes. You probably never paid attention to it when you where upstairs
because you never had to meet a deadline in your life, but there are no
calenders or clocks upstairs either. So get used to not knowing even the
most basic things and accepting whatever you are told." She spoke with a
bitterness that I hoped wasn't all directed at me. I realized with a pang
of guilt that she was right about me, no one had ever depended on me for
anything, so I guess time had always been fluid for me.

I opened my mouth to speak again, and again she cut me off, "Don't bother
asking anymore questions. I've heard them all before and I'll tell you
everything you need to know to be a good little sissy, which is precious
little. That's rule number one by the way...a sissy never asks
questions. If she needs to know anything, her Master will tell her." I
nodded and followed behind her, walking past a mind boggling number of
rooms with different plaques on them...The Locker Room, The Prison Cell,
The Count's Chambers, The Classroom...and countless other fantasy themed
rooms. I bit my tongue so that I wouldn't let a question slip out, not
wanting to upset Isabella before we had a chance to talk about all that had
happened.

"Sigh...okay, I can see this is killing you, and you make a really annoying
face when you're trying to think, so I'll tell you what the rooms are
for. You might have noticed that the basement is pretty big. That's because
it's not a basement, it's an underground complex your father built to live
in after World War III or Armageddon, or a race war or whatever horrible
old rich white men plan for." I felt a twinge of sadness at the mention of
my horrible old rich white man father. I had never met the man, he died
during my conception, a casualty of his own vanity. He married my mother at
age 89, a ridiculous attempt to recapture his youth with a vapid trophy
wife. He didn't make it past the wedding night, cumming and going at the
same time as his heart gave out. I wonder if that's why I'm so weak? Maybe
his sperm wasn't potent enough...

"But to make a long story short, Master Darren saw the potential of the
'basement' and has turned it into a fantasy brothel and sissy re-education
center. Even I don't know how big it really is, or where the guests come
and go from, but you'll meet them eventually. It's an expanding operation
and you're the newest, but certainly not the last sissy to join the team."
Suddenly, I felt even more insignificant, if that was even possible. Not
only had my identity, my manhood, my fortune, freedom, and future been
stripped from me, but I wasn't even special...I was just another sissy out
of many to come. Isabella must have noticed my hurt expression, because she
consoled me by saying, "Don't you dare get mopey around me. I will give you
a reason to cry and then beat the tears out of you. A good sissy is a happy
sissy. That's rule number seven. Dammit, look at you making me skip ahead."

"I'm sorry, Mistress Isabella." I didn't dare talk back to her, even if I
did think she was being needlessly cruel...after all, she had me wrapped
around her little finger when I was still technically a man, still
officially her Master...I didn't want to find out what she could do to me
now that I was just a sissy. I sucked up my sniffles and followed her
without a word until we got to the showers. Before I could even eep, she
pushed me against the wall, her hard cock crushing my tiny clit as it
struggled to rise to its full two inches...

"Now listen up, because I'm only going to say this once. You're going to
learn a lot of rules about being a good little sissy soon, but there's one
lesson you need to learn right now. When the Masters aren't around, I'm in
charge. If you stupid little sluts get in trouble, I get punished too. So
you'd better believe I will keep you in line." Her hand closed around my
throat. It was soft and warm, but it felt like it could crush my larynx
with a single squeeze. I just kept nodding dumbly, not wanting to give her
a reason to give me a demonstration of how she kept naughty sissies in
line...

"Now down in the basement the rules aren't as strict. When we have free
time, they don't mind us getting off in whatever way we can. But let me
warn you, you won't always have a choice in how you get off, or more
importantly, how you get the other sissies off. It's not my job to keep the
other sissies from picking on you or making you their personal pet and
fuckhole." I remembered the casual cruelty with which the voluptuous Latina
Lola had fucked the tattooed, pierced, and shaved sissy, Cunt. And the
other gurls had eagerly watched as Isabella had fucked the cum out of me. I
had a terrifying vision of drowning in a pool of sissy cum that poured out
of my well fucked holes. Or was that a tempting vision? The idea of
submitting to another sissy made my sissy clit throb, but it also
frightened me. If they had even an ounce of the pent up frustration I had
at times, they would tear me apart like tissue paper. But without
Isabella's protection, I didn't know what I could do.

"If you don't want to end up the bottom bunk bitch of a harem of
sissies...and I'd be surprised if you weren't already drooling at the
thought, you better assert your dominance and fast. If you don't pick a
sissy to overpower and dominate, trust me, one will pick you. Who knows,
maybe even you can boss around one of these born and bred bimbo
bitches. But first things first, you stink of sweat and cum. Take a shower
and then meet me in the dorms so I can finish your reorientation." I nodded
yes emphatically, so terrified that I looked like a bobble head doll just
to make sure I didn't upset her. She rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of
disinterested disgust. I hung my head and made my way into the showers. I
was starting to think this whole, forcibly feminized fuck doll gig might
not be as glamorous as the brochure made out. Worse still, Isabella only
saw me as an annoyance. After all we'd been through, I thought she would at
least hate me, but this coldness was so much worse. I was beginning to
understand why Dante put the traitors in the lowest rung of Hell in a
frozen wasteland. I had betrayed Isabella, just as she betrayed me, and now
a wall of ice separated us in Hell.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice anyone else as in the
showers, that is until I walked right into her. "Hey! What's the big idea?"
I almost apologized reflexively, but I swallowed my sorry before I could
utter it. I didn't want to appear weak, not when my entire future in the
basement was at stake. I had to prove I wasn't at the bottom of the pegging
order, and as I saw the hurt look on Cunt's face, I realized I had already
found someone I could easily dominate. Her entire body was an advertisement
for her weakness, filthy slurs tattooed in ornate lettering across her
hairless body, topped off with 'CUNT' written on her forehead. She looked
so vulnerable as the water cascaded over her skin, I could just imagine
there were tears running down her cheeks. I hated myself for it, but I knew
I had to put them there if I wanted to show these sissies I could be tough,
or at least tough for a sissy... "Who do you think you're talking to,
Cunt? I'll walk where I goddamn want, and you'd better watch where I'm
going from now on." I sneered at her as I puffed out my chest, which wasn't
quite as intimidating as I'd intended considering I was basically shoving
my pendulous breasts at her, but I kept my nerve up. I knew it that it was
now or never. I had to establish my dominance immediately so that her
natural instinct to submit to someone stronger would kick in and I would
have my first bitch. I thought of the various sissies in the
harem. Obviously I couldn't make Isabella my bitch, that ship had sailed
once I let her fuck me...five or so times. And I knew Lola could kick my
ass just as easily as she could fuck it, but I didn't see why I should
submit to Bambi or Sakura. I figured that even I could boss around a living
kewpie doll and a school girl geisha. But first I had to see to Cunt...

"My name...is CONTESSA!" I smirked as I saw her normally docile face
scrunch up into a mask of diminutive rage. It was so cute...that is until
she pounced on me, knocking the wind out of me as she hit me square in the
stomach with her shoulder and used the full weight of her body to knock me
to the floor. I struggled to regain my composure, to try to figure out what
just happened, to try and regain control of the situation. But with her
steely fingers pinning down my wrists and her powerful legs weighing down
on my shapely but weak stems, I realized I never had control in the first
place...

"So, you thought you were going to make me your bitch, is that it?" Her
modest but shapely B-cup breasts crushed against my almost ridiculously
well endowed tits. I squealed like a tortured mouse. I don't know if it was
the steam rising from the hot water hitting the cool tile floor or if my
new curves were making me feel even more submissive and sex starved than
ever before...which before I found myself writhing underneath Contessa's
firm grip, I would have never thought possible. "What were you going to
make me do...suck your shriveled little clit? Or where you going to try and
get it hard enough for a few pathetic pumps inside my sexy ass?" Her lips
caressed my ear, her breath hot on my cheek, her teeth closed around my
tender ear lobe...

"AIEEEEE!" pain shot through my head as her teeth cut into by flesh, I
tried to scream, but she struck with the speed of a cobra, her mouth
seizing mine, forcing my scream back down my throat with her nimble
tongue. I soon forgot my pain as her tongue wrestled mine to the floor of
my mouth and her nipples sc****d against mine with a frustratingly frantic
friction. Her smooth leg slid between mine, and despite my terror...or
maybe because of it, I found myself desperately thrusting my hips, rubbing
my swollen clit against her thigh, humping her like a bitch in heat. She
released my mouth for a moment and I assumed she wanted to hear me whimper
wetly, but then she jammed her leg violently into my baby-soft
balls. "EEEEEEEEEE!" my scream would have made a castrato jealous.

"Ooh, I'm going to like playing with you. I haven't even broken the skin
and already you're singing like a dying bird." My body was wracked with
pain, starting from my bruised fruit and taking root up inside my guts,
were it found fertile soil to plant pain....but just as suddenly as she
thrust me into Hell, she delivered me into Heaven, moving with a feline
speed and grace down between my legs, taking my swollen sack into her mouth
and gingerly sucking on it, nursing it back to health as I fought back
tears of anguished relief. "You see, Belle, I can be a loving
Mistress...but only to bitches that show me respect." Her voice went from
silky soft, a soothing whisper that sneaked into my ear to the cold,
merciless monotone of an executioner, or her Master, Darius. She got up off
me, satisfied that I wouldn't try to resist any further. She stood up and
held her dainty foot in front of me, wriggling her little toes. I saw that
B-I-T-C-H was tattooed on them with an ornate flourish and I felt a pang of
shame that I would have a bitch for a Mistress. But I knew it was pointless
to resist, and more than anything, I wanted to find out how loving she
could be. I kissed the sole of her foot, licking from heel to toe and
taking her dainty toes in my mouth one by one, alternating between sucking
on them and sliding my tongue between them. I heard her laugh, it sound
like broken glass falling to the floor...

"That's a good little bitch...as long as you know your place, we'll get
along just fine. And I'll only have to hurt you a little..." I looked up at
her with a look of awe struck submission, not bothering to try and hide the
fear and lust wrestling in my eyes. I knew that was what she wanted to see
anyway. "You probably thought I was easy prey, didn't you? You saw the way
my Master treated me, see my shameful submission literally written on my
face, heh you even saw Lola riding me like a little fuck pony, didn't you?"
She took her foot and placed it under my chin, lifting my head up closer
and closer to her erect sissy stick. I'd never seen it from this angle, it
was an intimidating sight, it had grown to at least a full five inches, and
not terribly thick, but dotted with metal spikes that had been embedded in
her tender cock. I imagined what it would feel like in my throat and I
swallowed hard. I realized with a stifled sob that I was about to find
out...

"Well I've got some news for you...I'm the toughest sissy in the
basement. You could torture me all day and you'd only end up begging me for
mercy. My Master has made me the strongest, sickest, sexiest sissy alive,
and you little bitches belong to me when you're in my basement. I let your
snobby sissy slut pretend she's in charge because she doesn't try and fuck
my bitches, but make no mistake...she may enforce the rules, but down
here...I make them. So if I want to order Lola to fuck me with her fat
prick, then that's my business. But get this straight, she is a kept sissy,
just like me, so that makes us better than you community sissies...so don't
you ever try and fuck me again. Get it?"

During her threatening tirade she kept rubbing her cock all over my face,
the smell of lavender and sweat making me swoon and her hard steel grazing
my soft flesh making me tremble in fear...and anticipation. I realized what
a terrible mistake I'd made, and I was surprised at how guilty I felt. I
don't know if it was the shock of processing all these new sensations and
the onslaught of changes all at once, or if I was simply adjusting to my
new role as a sissy slave, but I didn't even question why I was so eager to
please her. Submitting to the strong just made sense...it was the natural
order, it was my moral duty to honor the gods of Domination and
Degradation, even if they were arbitrary and cruel. And the worst part was,
I think a part of me wanted her to be unfairly malicious. I felt like I
deserved to be punished for being so weak, for throwing my life away for a
kiss...and who better to condemn me than another sissy? "Please, Mistress,
please punish me for being such a stupid slut. I want to be a good slave!"
Even as I was saying it I was cringing, my words far braver than I
was. Maybe I deserved it, but I didn't know if I was strong enough to take
my punishment.

Contessa looked pleasantly surprised, which for a fleeting, fluttery
moment, made it all feel worthwhile. Of course, the moment couldn't last. I
must have been smiling too broadly, or maybe my mouth was slack and
drooling from feeling her cock kissing my lips, but suddenly I felt hot
flesh and cold steel barreling down my throat, bringing tears to my eyes
and stopping my heart. For a moment there was only the shock of the alien
sensation of unyielding metal traveling along with soft skin and hard, but
malleable muscle. And then my brain decided to make up for slacking off by
processing the stabbing sensation of pain in stark detail. I panicked, sure
from the intensity of the agony shredding in and out of my throat that I
must be fatally wounded. Unfortunately, this only make my throat close
tighter around the studded sissy stick, spurring Contessa on as I milked
her hard clit. "Hmm I've got admit, I didn't expect much from your mouth,
but you've got quite the talented little throat. I'm going to have to cut
this short if I want to fuck that tender little pussy of yours."

I didn't know whether to be relieved or horrified as she pulled out of
mouth with a wet plop and let me crumple to the floor. Drool dribbled past
my lips and down my chin, hitting the tile before me as I panted, slack
jawed and spent. What I saw surprised me almost as much as my throat
fucking...there wasn't a drop of blood in my spit. What had felt like
mortal wounds was only sensitive nerves being pressed hard by pointed, but
apparently dull metal studs. In a way I felt disappointed, sure I wasn't
going to die, but that meant I had caved to pain alone. I had hoped I was
past that, but every fresh hurt turned me into a frightened virgin, and I
never knew when I would beg for mercy, humiliating myself and bringing more
well deserved wrath on my head. I'd been lucky so far, but I knew I had to
steel myself if I was going to endure what came next. Contessa took
advantage of me being on all fours like a good little bitch, sliding behind
me with that terrifying speed of hers and forcing her cock into my ass with
one forceful thrust.

"NNNGGGHH!" I gritted my teeth until I thought they might crush into
powder, but I did not let the scream out. Contessa's slim prissy prick slid
in with little resistance. Instead of making it easier to accommodate her
member, it let her long shaft me immediately, digging a trench of boiling
lava into the bottom of my love tunnel while the top of her mushroom head
hit my sissy spot sending muted throbs of pleasure to ease my pain. But it
was like tossing drops of water into a volcano...she wasn't hitting it hard
enough to give me any real release, but I worried that if she sped up any
more, her spikes would be the nails on my coffin, digging a hole I couldn't
climb out of as the pain boiled over until I couldn't endure it any
longer. That's when Contessa did something that really shocked me...

"Aww...poor little, Belle...her first day and she's already getting
trenched...I remember my first day here...how frightened and alone I
felt. To be honest, I expected you to beg me to stop even before I shoved
Mr. Chompers up your sissy chute. I'll give you a break, just this
once..."and just like that...she pulled out, leaving only warm steam to
fill my hole providing a balm to my ravaged nerves. I looked up at her with
puppy dog eyes, overwhelmed by the unimaginable generosity she showed by
not tearing up my ass. I couldn't form the words to express my gratitude,
which made them that much more profound. "Aww...aren't you the friendly
little puppy? Just for that, I'm going to clean you myself." All she does
is curl her finger slightly, but an 18 wheeler couldn't have pulled me
towards her any quicker. Before I knew it I was kneeling at her feet, warm
water cascading down on us both. She put a finger on my chin and I
immediately rose to my feet, eagerly awaiting her next command.

She didn't speak a word...but her hands said everything, slowly sliding up
and down my curves, soap covering every inch of my quivering flesh, her
skillful hands finding every nook and cranny. I wrapped my lips around her
shoulder to stifle a moan, and she took the opportunity to gently stroke my
hair, the wavy blonde locks sticking to my back as she caressed my crown. I
was shell shocked by this sudden change in her personality. She went from
the kind of girls that rips the wings of flies and then tries to staple
them back on, to this sweet, loving creature. I didn't know what to make of
it, but I also didn't want to figure it out if there was something wrong
with it. So I just turned off my brain and let the water run down our
bodies, finding the tiny crevices between our soft embrace and heating them
up as they caressed them with tiny streams. Of course, this oasis in Hell
couldn't last forever. After what seemed like only an instant, but which my
pruning fingers told me must be longer, she broke the embrace, practically
cooing, "There. Now you're all clean and you can go meet my other pets."

I smiled stupidly, no longer worrying about anything, and trusting my new
Mistress implicitly, as if I hadn't just been ravaged by her. This comfort
made me careless, and I forgot how quickly she could turn violent. All I
was thinking about was the need throbbing between my legs and radiating
from my aching nipples as well as the soul deep emptiness in my sissy
pussy. "Please, Mistress, will you help me get off now. I haven't cum since
I woke up and I feel like I'm going to rupture something." I don't know
what I expected...I should have remembered a slave lives for pleasure, just
not her pleasure. But what I definitely did not expect was to see the
warmth freeze in her eyes and for her face to fall into a mask of merciless
malice.

"I should have known...still the same spoiled brat. You're not a friendly
little puppy at all. You're a filthy little fuck pig. Well we'll see how
hungry you really are..." She yanked me by the hair and I couldn't keep the
shameful shrieks inside me. She didn't yank especially hard or even seem to
care if she was inflicting pain one way or the other. She was just using it
as a substitute for a leash, dragging me into the adjacent locker room,
every step further eroding my will, leaving me a sobbing snotty mess by the
time she tossed me unceremoniously on the ground. "Ugh...you really are a
fuck pig, aren't you? Well luckily I carry around just the thing for sluts
like you." I saw her digging into her locker and each item she pulled out
made my heart beat faster, the blood rushing to my face so fast I almost
fainted...

The leash I expected...I almost felt relieved when I felt it tightly hug my
neck. At this point I needed someone to control me, I was obviously in no
state to...and it beat pulling me by my hair. The next item seemed cute at
first, pink perky little ears on a leather strap that she fastened tightly
around my chin. I thought maybe she had a change of heart and was going to
give me another chance to prove I could be a good little sex kitten...that
is, until I saw the pink plastic snout in one hand, and the butt plug in
the other...matching pink, and flaring wider than any cock I'd ever taken,
but long enough to mash in my gooey button, with a corkscrew tail
completing my fuck pig uniform...I don't know if it was nerves or brazen
lust, but I couldn't hold in an excited little squeal...

"Ugh...you really are a disgusting creature." I had no doubt that her
contempt was genuine, which made me feel hurt and worthless, but at the
same time I struggled with the overwhelming excitement building inside me
as I waited to find out what Contessa had in store for me. I was torn...on
one hand I wanted nothing more to please my new Mistress, on the other I
NEEDED to cum. One thing was crystal clear... my new Mistress was as
unpredictable as she was dangerous, and I didn't want to give her any more
cause to lash out at me than I already had. I would let her humiliate me
and prove whatever point it was she was trying to prove, and I would learn
my lesson, even if she was the only who knew what that was...

I didn't know what expression she wanted me to wear as she slipped the
snout on my face, but apparently a stupid grin wasn't it...I squealed
again, but this time in pain, as her hand met my buttock with enough force
to make my teeth rattle. "Don't you dare smile at me, piggy. You aren't
even a human being anymore, just a disgusting a****l. So you look at the
floor and don't you dare say a word. Piggies can't talk. So if I ask you a
question, you snort once for yes and twice for no, understand?" I start to
nod, but then realize that would mean I would have to look up at her, so as
dehumanizing as it was, I merely stared at my hands and grunted once as
respectfully as I could. "That's a good pig..."

Contessa rewarded my obedience by pressing the plug up against my puckered
hole...I said a silent thank you for the lube she had evidently applied to
it, because it slid in without much of a struggle. There was a moment when
it felt a large rubbery ball of pain was being forced up inside me, but it
tapered off as my asshole swallowed up the widest part of the plug and
greedily gobbled the rest until all that stuck out was my cute curly
tail. I marveled in the feeling of hard, unyielding rubber against my
tingling nerves, it was different from the heated friction of flesh on
flesh...not as intense, to be sure, but not as fleeting either. My ass
wiggled involuntarily as I squeezed to hug it tighter with my anal walls. I
could feel Contessa's disgusted stare dripping over me even without looking
up, but I couldn't help myself. It was a vicious circle, the more
humiliated I was for acting so depraved and wanton, the hornier I got over
being humiliated. I couldn't control myself, all I could do was crawl
behind my Mistress as she led me by the leash to what ever delightful
punishment she had planned...

She led me out of the locker room and through the labyrinth of identical
halls. I had no idea how she knew where to go, but then again, I didn't
need to know, because all I could do was follow anyway. Along the way, she
would make staccato raps to the water pipes, sending out what I could only
assume was sort of sissy Morse code. I wondered vaguely what she was
saying, and who she was saying it to, but again I decided it was pointless
to ponder it. There's a special sort of calm in surrender. Once you accept
that you are completely powerless to change your fate, you are free from
worrying about it. That is, until you pass the love of your life and the
mother of all heart breakers in the hall and hear her sigh "Christ,
Contessa, what the fuck are you thinking? You couldn't wait a full day
before making Belle your fuck pig?" Her tone was exasperated, but not
surprised. My mindless calm became troubled by waves of shameful regret. It
would be one thing if she sounded jealous, or even disappointed...but she
only sounded annoyed with Contessa for not being more patient. She didn't
doubt for a second that I'd end up as a disgusting fuck pig, she knew it
was inevitable...she just wanted Contessa to give me a day or two first...

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Isabella. Your little girlfriend here
tried to make me her bitch, and then when in my infinite mercy I decided to
forgive my new bitch, the nasty fuck pig begged to cum. So I'm taking piggy
to get fed." I risked sneaking a glance up at Isabella to see her reaction,
immediately regretting it. There was the usual tired disinterest, but the
moment she heard about 'feeding me', she winced and something that almost
resembled pity came into her eyes. I began to worry where I was headed, and
remembered with a shudder that it didn't matter where I was headed or what
Contessa had planned, because there was nothing I could do to stop
her...only this time the thought wasn't so comforting. Instead, my
helplessness only added to the gnawing worry eating me up inside. But all I
could do was follow as my new Mistress led me away from my first Mistress
and towards whatever twisted fate she had planned for me...


I knew we had finally reached our destination when I let out a half
fearful/half excited gasp...the playroom! An impressively large room filled
with all sorts of twisted toys and the restraints needed to force me to
play with them. My lip trembled fearfully under my snout, making me the
perfect picture of a pathetic pet. I saw Lola leaning over a stockade,
licking her lips lasciviously. I didn't know whether to be relieved or
even more terrified. With Contessa I didn't know where her mood with take
her from one second to the next, but at least there was the possibility for
small pockets of kindness, an eye in the storm of her sadistic wrath. With
Lola, I had the feeling I could count on consistency, but I had a gut punch
feeling that it would be consistently cruel, or at best capricious. Her
greeting didn't exactly allay my fears..."Hola, Bella, you are looking muy
delicioso since you emerged from your cocoon. I've been waiting to feed you
mi chorizo, so I hope you tiene mucho hungry."

I wanted to explain myself, ask her to be gentle, but I saw the hunger
dripping from her eyes, the same I saw in her Master's gaze just before he
forced his fat cock up my ass without so much as a drop of spit. Contessa
was silent as an executioner as she pulled me up into the stockade,
securing my hands and neck and forcing me to stand spread-eagle with my ass
arched invitingly just to avoid from chocking against my restraints. I
couldn't see her as her long dagger-like nails slid gently across my skin,
the tenderness of it only reinforcing how vulnerable I was should she
choose to cut into me. That familiar treachery stirred within me, my body
building up to a full scale mutiny against my better judgment, only my new
body was even more persuasive. My breasts weighed heavily as they hung
against the smooth oak of my stocks, caressed by hard, unyielding wood,
they throbbed with pleasure, telling me to embrace the binds that hugged me
so tight. My legs shook in anticipation, sending shudders all the way up to
my generous ass, which shimmied as if trying to charm any nearby snakes
inside. I wanted to say something, anything that might get them to see me
as something more than sexual livestock, if not a human, at least a fellow
sissy. But all I could manage was to grunt once for yes...oh God yes...
Contessa finally cut through the thick silence with her steely voice, "In
case you haven't figured this out yet, you aren't here as a reward. I will
not tolerate a selfish sissy in my service. You will learn self control, or
I will teach you the wages of sin Dante Alighieri style. But, I can be an
angel of mercy or the Queen of Hell. It's all up to you. If you can make
Lola here cum before you do, then I'll let you go back to being almost
human. If not...well, let's just say you really can have too much of a good
thing." Throughout her sinister speech, I pricked my pink pointed ears up
and hung helplessly on every word.

Still, it was tough to focus Contessa out of sight and with Lola stripping
naked before me. She peeled off her tight whorish halter top and unzipped
her miniskirt letting it fall to the floor. Unsurprisingly, she was
completely naked underneath, her tanned skin looking so appetizing pulled
taut over her voluptuous curves. She was probably the only one in the
Basement with fuller curves than me, but where mine were soft and yielding,
one look would tell you that you could bounce a quarter off of her bubble
butt, her thick thighs and broad hips looked like they could pop a
watermelon, even as her hips curved in steeply, giving her the figure of a
bronze Barbie doll or one of R Crumb's wet-dream-girls. Her cock was even
more impressive, uncut, it really did look like a mouthwatering sausage,
and a frighteningly filling one at that. It must have been a lucky seven
inches long, and so thick my jaw hurt just staring at it. But by the time
she finally pressed it to my lips, saying "Come on, puta, it's tu
comida...so eat up...", I didn't so much open my mouth as I moaned around
it...

It was only the fourth cock I had in my mouth, but even so, I was sure I'd
never get tired of tasting a new treat. Just as Isabella's was milder than
my step-brother Dale's cock and Contessa's had a more flowery smell and a
bite to it, Lola's had its own unique taste, texture, and shape. For one,
her foreskin gave it the delightful sensation of unwrapping a piece of
candy with my tongue, only it was one of those Mexican candies, salty and a
little spicy from the sweat trapped underneath its hood...but far from
unpleasant. And her girth was making me swoon, and not just from the lack
of oxygen. Feeling her stretch my throat to cartoonish proportions sent
submissive shivers down my spine. I couldn't resist wiggling my little tail
and clenching down on my pretty pink plug so that it would press against my
pretty pink prostate and make my entire body throb with every surge of her
hot tamale. I was beginning to wonder why anyone thought being a sissy's
bitch was a bad thing. I couldn't imagine ever turning down Lola's fat
clit, so why should I care if I didn't have a choice?

I soon found out when she began lovingly stroking my hair, softly at first
whispering, "Mi amor, mi chiquita bonita, mi cochinto chinga" and all sorts
of other romantic sounding serenading. But then she gripped my hair
tightly, and as if she wasn't aware of what she was doing, started
thrusting so fast, that my head was getting slammed against the hard
wood...even as her hard wood reminded me of how bad something I loved could
hurt me. She still was cooing at me, "You're such a good little piggy...es
so sexy when your snout mashes against mi stomach...I'm going to ask
Contessa if she minds me tying a ribbon around your
tail...cute...little...tail...and...cute...little...throat..." I guess the
best thing about Lola was also the worst thing. She wasn't vindictive like
Contessa or manipulative like Isabella...she was just passionate. But it
was a passion that burned up everything it touched, and she was its first
victim, lost in mindless hedonism and completely unaware of how brutal her
love was.

My only consolation was in knowing that at this rate, she would fill my
throat with her milk before she could even think about fucking me. I would
prove my worth as a sissy and I wouldn't even have to do anything. I just
hoped I would have enough brain cells to appreciate it once the drunken
stupor of an oxygen starved brain wore off. And then I heard the familiar
sound of Contessa's sharp voice cutting through my daze..."Pathetic. You
couldn't even wait until she started fucking you, could you? No, you had to
milk your disgusting toy tail for all it was worth. Well I hope it was
worth it, because I don't give second chances..." I had no idea what she
was talking about, until I felt my legs go rubbery and my clitty spasm and
shoot, sending gushes of giddy glee throughout my rolling curves. This new
body seemed even more responsive than before, with my golly gee spot
bursting into a blissed out flood that pumped through my veins, my nipples
radiating the happy hurt they usually only sent out for a hard fuck and my
White Room closing in around me, Lola metamorphosing into an angel sent to
deliver me from the darkness and lead me safely into the pure perfect light
of salvation...and then she pulled out.

Once I stopped drooling long enough to think and my mind chugged back to
life, I remembered that Lola had delivered me evil, she had handed me over
to it...dropping me into the claws of the Queen of Hell...I could only
imagine what kind of unimaginable torture Contessa was cooking up behind
me. I think any sight would have been better than the swirl of images
pulling me down into the abyss of hopeless terror. When Lola joined her
Mistress behind me, I became doubly worried. I felt a tug on my tail, and I
squirmed helplessly as it was sloooooowly pulled out of me, the width of
the plug bringing back that taut pain as I stretched my sphincter to make
its way out. But I was surprised that it didn't hurt more, it must have
loosened me up a little the first time, because I noticed the sweet stabs
of pleasure more than the heated hurt. I even let myself hope that maybe my
punishment wouldn't be as bad as I feared. But of course I was wrong. My
punishment ended up being much, much better than I could have ever
imagined...and that was the true Hell of it...

"Mami, por favor with sugar on top, can I fill this piggy with leche before
you punish her...think of it as extra lube..." this sounded about as far
from punishment as things could get. Ever since I saw her bronze beauty
thick and throbbing before my lips, I had wanted...okay, NEEDED to feel it
inside my hungrier hole. And with my cute little tail cut off, my pussy was
feeling excruciatingly empty. Once again I wondered what they could have
done to make my new body even more wanton and willing. It's not like I had
an asshole transplant...did I? Had they surgically grafted a woman's pussy
into my ass? As ridiculous as that sounded, the reality seemed even less
plausible, because with my asshole as sensitive and responsive as it felt
in that moment, I doubt I'd even be able to fart without cumming. I waited
with bated breath to hear Contessa's answer, saying a silent prayer to all
the devils in Hell offering to sell my soul if she would just say yes,
hoping they didn't know my step-father already had a lien on it...

My prayers were answered in the form of a warm, silky smooth pressure
against my throbbing hole, Lola slid in with ease, and I grunted "YES! YES!
YES!" as she slid effortlessly into me, her once frightening width bringing
only a playful pinch to my tender tissue. Instead of tearing me apart, she
was filling me up, hitting every weak spot inside me at once. At that
moment I forgot that I didn't have a real pussy, I was certain the lube
that let Lola slide in and out of me at a quickening pace must have been my
pussy getting wet. I struggled to make sense of it, but then I felt her
hands slide up and down my pendulous breasts, teasing them with tantalizing
pleasure that tickled it's way across my skin down to my swollen
nipples. They were so hard and so puffy, they looked like a bee had stung
them, only instead of venom, he filled them with sweet sweet honey. Now I
was certain that these were my real breasts, not implants...they just had
to be, it's the only way the could fill up with hot liquid lust, like two
water balloons ready to burst...the only way my nipples could throb with
the beat of my pussy pumping out the backed up gurl goo into my veins and
out to every quivering capillary under my skin. It made sense when I
thought about it...or I guess the appropriate word would be 'felt' about
it...because it felt real...and feelings were so much more real than
reality. Besides, if I had a pussy, I had to have breasts, and if I had
breasts it made since I had a pussy. I was dizzy chasing myself deeper and
deeper down a vicious circle jerk until my brain gave up even trying to
work it out and deferred to my body's infinite wisdom...

I should have been worried. Sex as a sissy had been overwhelming back when
I was still technically a man, even disorienting, but things had never felt
so oppressively unreal before. It wasn't like before, when my mind would
reach a point where it couldn't process the orgasms multiplying
exponentially until there was no room in my head for anything else. I mean,
sure that was happening too...especially since Lola's passion was only
matched by her endurance her prickette filling me again and again, setting
off cluster bombs of devastating euphoria. But unlike before, things didn't
just go blank...there was something waiting, some sort of back up, filling
the White Room with a flood of images and thoughts too fast to
comprehend...which only seemed to make them more convincing. Some small
sliver of sanity was trying to reject the decadent mantra, knowing
instinctively somehow that the more right things felt, the wronger they
were, but all that came out of its savage scream was, "SQUUEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Ooh it looks like piggy like's her food. Well here cums some more slop,
puta!" Lola grabbed my buttocks, squeezing down on them so hard she forced
out another squeal of delight. She pulled me back onto her throbbing member
so hard my teeth rattled and I felt a flood of sissy fluids fill my hungry
hole. Her orgasm traveled through me, rolling downhill like a sticky
snowball into it buried me in creamy perfection...it was like I couldn't
feel a part of me that wasn't cumming, even my soft, shriveled clit was
spurting out a thin drool of sissy squeezings. She sighed as she massaged
my buttocks, kneading them as if to milk the last shuddery spurts...each
one sent shivers of sizzling delight through me. By the time she pulled out
and left me hanging limply in my stocks, I felt well fucked and well
filled. If this was punishment, I was going to be a very naughty gurl.

"Hmm...just what I'd expect from a little piggy. She ate her meal and now
she's ready to roll around in her filth and pass out. But this is supposed
to be punishment, remember, piggy? Or are you ready to be a good sissy?
I'll give you the choice. If you are willing to go a week with out cumming,
I won't punish you. That, or I can make you cum right now. Well what will
it be?" Contessa asked as if she already knew the answer, as if going
through the motions for formality's sake was a tiresome chore. But how
could she expect me to turn down a chance to cum for a week's worth of no
cumming? I couldn't think up a worse punishment than that...and I hoped
that neither could she. My mind was still hazy from my deep dicked drunken
cum high, but what little rational thought that poked through the fog all
told me I needed to cum...that it was worth any punishment for a little
more pleasure. I didn't know if that was coming from me, my body, or the
mysterious new place beyond The White Room, but at that moment, it didn't
matter. I knew what I had to do. I snorted once for yes...and I snorted
very politely...

"So pathetic...and so utterly predictable." Contessa was still out of sight
and after a few absurdly long seconds, I began to have second thoughts. I
was still too horny to worry about the punishment, but I was starting to
worry about the funishment. I was worried that the way Contessa liked to
cum and the way I preferred were world's apart. But then Lola wheeled out
the most captivating contraption I've ever seen. Lola showed it off with a
grand flourishes of her arms, as if she were revealing the grand prize on
some perverted game show. It was a behemoth on wheels...a giant motor
attached to what looked like a powerful piston and at the end of the
piston...an ultra realistic dildo, fat and long, just like I liked
them. All of the sudden I saw the dark humor in her offer to let me cum in
exchange for a punishment...cumming was the punishment. That machine was
both a sex toy and a torture device...it just depended on how long you left
it on. And from the look on Lola's face, it was going to be left on half
past Hell...

"Lola and I have places to be, so we'll just let The Obliterator5000 here
keep you company until we get back. I'm sure it won't be more than a few
hours at most...try not to have too much fun." Try not to have too much
fun. I would have laughed, but I knew the joke was on me. I heard the
sinister squeak of the wheels as they positioned it behind me, felt it
slowly part my pussy as it slid into place, making me snort reflexively, my
body happy for sloppy seconds even if my brain was running around in
circles looking for a way out. The I felt a dribble of precum leak into my
cunt, my lust/fear addled mind not sure if it was an inventive lubing
mechanism or if they somehow got a real cock onto that infernal machine,
and I knew I was lost. By the time I heard the click of the Obliterator
whirring to life, I had surrendered to the inevitable. Surrender, it was
beginning to become my defining trait, to the point I wasn't sure what else
was left. Did anything else really matter if it could all change with a
blush and a whimper?

Paradoxically, I felt the familiar feeling of hopeless optimism well up
inside me the moment I gave in. I thought that maybe I'm more of a slut
than they ever dreamed, and this really will be a reward for me. I don't
know why that was supposed to be a comforting thought, but it worked well
enough to dull the sharp edges of nerves stabbing into my gut. But what
made even less sense was how I could still find hope in the first
place. Things were already hopeless long before I ended up in the basement,
maybe even as early as birth. Maybe my new Master was right, maybe some
people are destined to be slaves, but even if I wasn't, that didn't change
my circumstances...and what hope did a sissified shemale slave have? I
couldn't think of a single reasonable scenario that meant anything but
unending torment and terror...but I could think of dozens of increasingly
impossible scenarios, and I clung to them like a life raft in a tsunami.

My impossible scenario seemed downright possible as the machine began
pounding my pussy with pneumatic precision, perfectly calibrated to hit my
G spot as well as a few I don't know if Cosmo has discovered yet. I soon
climbed up to the dizzying heights of decadent hedonism I had reached
earlier, foolishly believing them to be a pinnacle...but as the cock kept
fucking me, the explosive force of my orgasms took me past escape velocity
and into outer space...the hot friction fueled my ascent as I came faster
and faster, my soul shooting like a comet as every atom in my body vibrated
in a harmonic Hallelujah...blazing past Heaven and into realms of pleasure
undreamt of by mere mortals. In other words...I came...a lot...more than
the Surgeon General's recommended daily dose. I was more than high on my
own body, I was overdosing. Whatever they had done to me had made me
infinitely more susceptible to pleasure...with an emphasis on the
infinite. On my journey to the edge of the universe and beyond, I had all
the time in the world to ponder the indecipherable whispers surrounding me
like a blanket of light. Whatever they were saying, I felt safe and calm as
I listened, like an infant in her mother's womb, absorbing the sacred
truths of the universe in my cosmic egg...and I could have gone on like
that forever...that is until the whispers turned to screams...

I still couldn't tell what the voices where screaming, but I knew that they
were angry. I felt guilt unlike anything I'd ever experienced before
gnawing at my soul. If the earlier whispers were letting me know that it
was good to be fucked, the screams were telling me it was bad to cum
without permission. I remember being scolded before, a room full of sissies
mocking me as I lost sissy chicken to my own slave...the humiliating sting
of my bratty step-brother, Dale, blackmailing me, buggering me, and then
berating me for being a selfish sissy and cumming first...my final eruption
as a man sealing my sticky fate as a slave...and now Contessa, punishing me
for being a greedy little pig. It brought all of my insecurities flooding
back...I had always believed the world owed me everything...and then one
day I learned that not only do I owe the world everything, I have nothing
to offer. A failure as a man, becoming a sissy wasn't a point of pride like
with some of the other girls, it was an escape attempt...one I botched when
I agreed to become a slave in a moment of weakness. Now the only thing I
had left, the only thing that mattered, was being the best slave I could
be...and before I even started I had already failed by being the weak
willed spineless brat I always had been.

Of course, none of this guilt stopped me from cumming. Not by a long
shot. My body was an insatiable little cock pig. No matter how violently my
mind retched in self disgust, I couldn't deny the irresistible bliss of
being force fed orgasms until I burst...and burst...and burst. But unlike
my earlier escapes into superego destroying euphoria, the guilt gnawing at
me only grew more vicious the fuller I got. I tried to cry out knowing
there was no one to here me...to beg for mercy I knew I didn't
deserve...but I couldn't find the words. How could I beg to be fucked
harder and to stop at the same time? Was it weaker to give into the voice
of conscience I wasn't even sure was mine? Or was it weaker to give into my
basest desires and eagerly accept my role as a fuck pig? Honestly if I
could have done one or the other, I wouldn't have cared. It was being
caught in the maelstrom I couldn't endure, but even though it was
unbearable, all I could do was wait for it to end.

Time was always a tricky thing when I was getting fucked...moments could
stretch into infinity and hours could melt away like butter in a hot
skillet. And in a place where the concept of time was forbidden, things
grew even more strange, the absurdity taking root to the point that Hell
grew from an abstract analogy into a very real, very physical place. Hell
didn't need a lake of fire or demons or the tortures of the damned. Hell
was the place you ended up when you had nowhere else to run...Hell was
facing yourself and not being able to turn away. Hell wasn't other
people...Hell was being given exactly what I wanted...forever, and
realizing how terrible my appetites were...

By the time I was finally released, I had run out of tears...or any other
fluids for that matter. I shivered uncontrollably as I collapsed to the
ground, my limbs useless and rubbery, my skin dripping with sickly
sweat. My mouth dry, only just able to mouth the words "I'm sorry" over and
over again. If Contessa noticed, she gave no sign of it...cruelly dragging
me by the leash back out into the hall...forcing me back onto all fours as
my limbs came alive in brilliant flashes of pain. Everything hurt...the
mere absence of endorphins flooding my body sent me into orgasm withdrawal
the emptiness filled only with jagged sobs. I kept pleading for
forgiveness, but I couldn't form the words, I was terrified I would never
recover, that I had become brain damaged and broken, a defective sissy. I
wondered if she was leading me to the incinerator or the slaughterhouse...I
prayed for either...anything that would bring an end to the pain. But most
of all, I prayed for forgiveness...I doubt she heard me. And if she did,
I'm certain she didn't care...

Instead of my end, we returned to the place where our relationship
began. She led me back into the showers, tying my leash to a ring on the
wall I can only assume was designed for that very purpose. Then, as if
turning a hose on a pig covered in her own shit, she turned the shower on
full blast, saying, "You missed dinner while you were being 'fed', so
bedtime can't be far off. Try not to make a pig of yourself before you turn
in. If Isabella nags me for your sloppiness, then I'll take it out of your
ass...and not in a way you'll enjoy."

She didn't give me a chance to respond, not that I would have been capable
of a response anyway. No, all I could do was let the water crash down on
me, washing off all evidence of the filth festering inside me and allowing
me to pretend my tears were only the water hitting my cheeks. That is how
she left me, leaving me to sway back and forth under the empty caress of
warm water, convinced I'd never get clean. My only consolation was that
things probably couldn't get worse...or at least not before bedtime. But of
course I was wrong...because Contessa had sent Bambi and Sakura to fetch me
and 'tuck me in'...

"Aww look at thew widdle piggy. She is like a gagillion times cuter than
that Charlotte's Web piggy." I blushed at the bitchslapped compliment,
staring up at the kewpie doll with a mix of fear and lust. I thought I had
her pegged, what with her cotton candy pink hair...which I could only guess
was her petulant reaction to having another blonde join the harem...it was
spun into girlish pigtails and only added to her porcelain fuck doll
allure. Her baby doll make up accented her fair skin and her long lashes
fanned her bright blue eyes, giving a look of demure innocence, but it only
took one look at the way her Clara Bow lips curled into a hungry smile to
make me worry about the easy confidence that carried her closer to me with
every bouncing step.

I turned to Sakura for support, hoping the kindness I showed her when I was
still a Master would be returned now that I was a sissy, but she wouldn't
meet my eyes. She was humility personified, shamefully looking down at her
maryjane shoes, the archetypal Japanese schoolgurl, her ivory skin painted
like a geisha with her bright red blush. I noticed that she was being led
by the hand by Bambi, and I realized I wasn't going to get any help from
her. She was obviously Bambi's bitch...which meant that Bambi wasn't the
obedient little girl I had imagined. I thought I had her pegged, but it was
beginning to look like she would be pegging me instead. Her voice bubbled
out in sing-song mockery as she walked towards the faucet, teasing "This
little piggy went to the white slave market, and this little piggy never
went home, this little piggy got spit-roasted, and this little piggy
went..."

"EEEEEEE! EEEEE! EEEEEEE!" Icy cold water cut into me like countless tiny
shards of glass. I scurried away from the water on all fours, Bambi
laughing behind me as she aimed the shower head at me and hand on the cold
water tap with a kung fu grip. She giggled as she watched me try to escape
from the jets of icy water while still tethered to the ring by my leash. I
finally gave up running, instead crawling through the shivery shower to
kneel at her feet, begging her to stop...

"Oh Pooh...don't tell me you can't take a joke. You aren't going to be like
Sakura are you? Pwetending you hate being my gurlfriend while secretely
wuving every minute?" Thankfully she had turned off the water, but I
couldn't stop shaking. Not just because of the cold...but because I looked
up to see the anguish in Sakura's almond eyes as she tried to avoid my
gaze. I had no doubt that what Bambi considered a gurlfriend, most would
consider a prison bitch.

I surprised myself with a lack of self preservation, more concerned for
Sakura's well being. I didn't know where this sudden selfless streak was
coming from, but I didn't want to scare myself away from it, so I just
blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "How dare you? Can't you see
she's suffering? How would you feel if you were stolen from you homeland
and forced to come to a strange land where you barely spoke the language?
Don't you know how important honor is to the Japanese? You're lucky she
hasn't committed seppuku." I felt a strange sense of relief after getting
it out, as if I had accomplished something even if I was just humiliated
and abused for my efforts...as I was sure I would be. Maybe it didn't
matter what the results were, maybe all that mattered was doing the right
thing despite the consequences. Or at least, that's what I thought until
Sakura spat on me...

"Baka Gaijin! This humble sissy is American as the pie of the apples! I am
very good speaker of English, and I am not a fucking JAP!" I crawled
backwards until I was backed up against the tile wall, trying to get some
distance between me and a suddenly not so submissive Sakura. I couldn't
understand why she was so mad...if she wasn't Japanese, then why did she
dress like that? Why did she talk like that? When Bambi laughingly
explained it to me, I wished I never learned the answer...

"Silly widdle piggy. Don't you know Koreans hate being called Japaneesy?
Espeshually Korean-'merry-cans. 'Sides, it's a total sissy party foul to
bring up who we where before we butterflyed. But you'll understan' why we
talk so siwwy once you've had your grammer and electrocution lessons."
Sakura looked away, tears in her eyes. I couldn't imagine what could
transform someone so completely into a living caricature...but mostly I
hoped she had misspoke when she tried to day 'elocution lessons'...but I
had a gut-punch feeling that she knew exactly what she was saying...

"Hmm...now how should I punish this bad widdle piggy for my makin' my
gurlfriend all sad faced?" Bambi had finally untied my leash, only to wrap
it firmly around her hand and pull me up to my wobbly feet. I knew she
didn't care about Sakura, but she wasn't about to waste an opportunity to
punish me for it. After my marathon session with the fuck machine, I didn't
have the strength left to fight them off...and I wasn't sure I had enough
before that either. So I did what anyone would do when faced with a
hopeless situation...I begged for mercy...

"Please, can't we just be friends? I don't want to hurt you...and I REALLY
don't want to get hurt. Why can't we all just be nice to each other instead
of acting like bimbo bullies?" When I finished my little speech I was on
the verge of tears...it was heartfelt...it was stirring...it was utterly
pointless. Trying to appeal to the humanity of a sissy is like trying to
teach a cat algebra, they'll never understand it and you only look stupid
for trying. The worst part is, I couldn't even blame her...she's not the
one that took every last drop of humanity and rang it out of her like she
was a filthy rag. I wondered how long it would take for me to become as
playfully cruel as her, and if that would make me stronger.

"Of course we can be friends...the bestest of friends. As long as you do
whatever I say, whenever I say it. After all, I'm a pwetty pwincess and
you're just a maid. Of course, if you want to upset the social high-archey,
then you know what you have to do. Beat me at sissy chicken and I'll be
your widdle baby bitch." The way her eyes shined when she challenged me, I
couldn't tell