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Princess by Default By Noel Lexicon Copyright Sept. 2000 No portion of this copyrighted material may be archived or stored on any other internet site or used in any manner without prior written permission of the author first. **************** Chapter 1: The House of Darna "Close the I/O's, Max." "Aren't you going to finish?" asked Max in an off key voice. It was his way of expressing surprise and other less pleasant emotions. "Tomorrow. I need to get ready for my a date now." With that I closed the data screen I had been inspecting and rose, leaving the rest to Max. He was a master at obscuring evidence of my net snooping. I walked to my clothes closet, made a pass with my hand and watched the protective force field drop. A few moments later I removed a blue two-piece body suit with gold accents around the sleeves and neck. Shoes and a gold-laced belt followed. When dressed, I moved to the full-length mirror and examined my appearance. "Hope she likes this," I said brushing the suit to remove non-existent wrinkles. The body suit was last-years fashion, testimony to my difficulty in adjusting to the skirts most family males were wearing this year. I was also one of the few without earrings or other body jewelry - another of my 'strange' aversions. "You should hope she likes rutting fever. You're shelving urgent fact-finding to chase pussy and you know those rumors probably have substance. After all, Parlan is such a piss-head," said Max. "Hey, a little respect," I said brushing my hair. "He is the prime elect of the Darna families you know." I leaned closer to the mirror and examined myself for unwanted facial hair. Nothing could be allowed to go wrong tonight. "Those are 'your' words," said Max snidely. I exhaled loudly and moved a step back from the mirror. Max never forgot and one of his most obnoxious habits was recalling my 'exact words' at inconvenient moments. "Ease off, Max. I'll be on it first thing tomorrow." As I brushed my hair I smiled at the mirror. A date with Sensha! Despite my efforts to act nonchalant, I was beaming. The way Sensha filled her clothes had caused many young-males (myself included) to enter puberty early. Finished with my preparations, I draped a gold chained blue-firestone insignia around my neck. It identified me as a member of the Darna families. "It's my first date with Sensha and I want to make a good impression on her parents," I said. "Good impression my ass, you want into her panties," countered Max. Perhaps I should explain about Max. He is my AI (artificial intelligence) implant. Through Max I have direct contact with the data net and perhaps more, though of this last I'm not certain. Max was a parting gift from my star-wandering father; however, in recent days I have found the implant as much curse as gift. Max's existence is secret; at least I think it is. "Max, you're being a pain in the ass." "I don't have a physical presence, as you well know. And speaking of ass, don't think I haven't noticed how you're always looking at Sensha's. You're developing an ass-fetish." "That was figuratively speaking, Max, and no I don't have an ass-fetish. She has great sex appeal." Even thinking about Sensha's feminine attributes affected me. Did I mention she is really something? "You're speaking in oxy-moron's again," said Max sadly. "Trying for intelligence and sex in the same sentence when obviously you can't do both." The comment was clearly directed at my erection. "Max!" "I mean doesn't it seem funny that she has never given you the time of day and the moment rumors surface about a pending unholy alliance involving the House of Senaak, a group inside Darna, and the Federalist Union, she's suddenly hot for your pogo stick. And it's still erect by the way." "What's so impossible about her seeing me in a different light. Besides, you're the one always saying not to look a gift horse in the mouth?" "Just amazing," exclaimed Max in mock surprise. "I've never heard that homily applied to pussy before." There was a slight pause - strictly for affect. Max never paused just-to-think, his processing speed was far to fast for that to be a necessity. "Didn't your father warn you to beware of Greeps bearing gifts and pussy that's suddenly free? And since it's still erect you're obviously suffering a hormonal imbalance." "There are no Greeps here, Max, and it's hard because I have to pee." "Sure. Tell another one, maybe you'll only go half blind." "Max, drop it. I have to have a social life and just maybe I can gain some of those political connections you are always badgering me about. Her parents have considerable power within Darna." "What happened to the 'hold hands stare dreamily into eyes' bit?" "Give it a rest, Max." "Hey, it's not me with the erect pogo stick. And I'm warning you, these rumors surfacing just before The House of Darna's leadership centenary smells. A centenary you should have been preparing for long ago - by the way." The light flickered off automatically as I left the room. Max's argument concerning my lack of striving for political position within the house of Darna was an old one. And my silence was not acceptance - just resigned acknowledgement that it was not possible to have the last word with Max. * * * "Here," said Sensha patting the space beside her. I quickly took the seat she indicated and tried hard not to stare at her chest. She had caught me doing so numerous times throughout the evening. Sensha was very easy to stare at. As I sat I noticed the wall opposite. It had a silver sunburst that was doubtlessly pure silver. As I glanced around I saw that most of the room was done in silver including the love seat we were sitting on. The room was gaudy, and worse, totally sterile. Suddenly I realized what the room really was - a blatant monument to family power. "What do you think?" asked Sensha swinging her arm to indicate the entire room. "It's my parents pride and joy." "Impressive. Really impressive," I said nodding my head. 'Hypocrite. You're lying worse than a road-killed snake, and just for pussy,' said Max sadly. 'Shut-up, Max!' "Is something wrong?" asked Sensha. "You seem pained and you didn't drink anything at Cerbo's." "I never drink, Sensha," I looked deeply into her gorgeous eyes and struggled to remain coherent. I kept imagining myself naked and licking her beautiful feet. I swallowed and tried hard to only look at the tip of her lovely nose - incoherent wouldn't impress her. "My system doesn't process the narchols well enough. And I wouldn't want anything to interfere with my concentration when you're near. I think you're beautiful," I said. A strangled looked filled Sensha's beautiful face. She looked away and when she looked back her face seemed filled with determination. "Would you like a Barston? It's the latest sinsation," she said. "Feel free to enjoy." "But you've got to drink, I mean, it would please me if you had a drink. That way I wouldn't feel I was drinking alone." "I can't drink, Sensha." "Well you could this time. That is if you really cared for me." The snapped comment carried a strong undercurrent of irritated frustration. All evening long my time with Sensha had varied between bliss and unexplainable strangeness. This moment was one of the latter. My stomach twisted in a small knot. "Perhaps I'd better be going." The thought of Sensha mad at me was devastating, but I couldn't drink narchols, regardless. I rose. "No, no, no," said Sensha hurriedly. She grabbed my arm and pulled me to the love seat beside her. Her right breast nestled seductively against my arm. She put her other arm around me, pulled me close and kissed me aggressively. For the first part of that unexpected event my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and the glasses I had never worn, or owned (or needed) fogged over. Seconds later my arms were tightly around her. The pressure of Sensha's breasts against my chest and her seductive feminine smell added 'raging' to the erection I had suffered all evening. Max had gotten one thing right - I was in hormonal imbalance. Our kisses continued hot and wet until Sensha made motions for me to loosen my grip. I did so reluctantly and experienced a profound sense of loss when her breasts no longer pressed hard against me. We spent moments looking at one another and I found myself confused by her look of surprise. Like me she was breathing hard. After a moment, she reached out and started stroking my chest, each stroke carrying a little lower. I knew my erection had to be obvious and found myself slightly embarrassed. As her hand continued its slow downward path along my stomach, a surge of pure sexual excitement ran through me. Without volition my hands found their way to her breasts and for a moment, it was hard to say which of us was the most surprised. When she voiced no objection I started stroking her breasts. I caressed them. I lavished all my youthful lust on them. I had dreamed of this moment for years, as had all young males in the Darna families. Wrapped in a fever of sexual frenzy, I leaned down and kissed her delicious cleavage. When Sensha moaned my sexual excitement overrode the last of my restraints. I reached behind her and tried to unfasten her dress. "It's coded to my touch," she said panting slightly. With that she touched a hidden part of her dress and the back separated allowing the dress to fall away. Sensha was left sitting only in a black lace bra and matching panties. Another touch and it was necessary for her to hold her bra cups in her hands. My imagination, horny as it was, had not done Sensha justice. Sitting there supporting her overflowing lacey bra cups with her hands, she was the most alluring sight I had ever seen. My male shaft swelled until it hurt. "You're beautiful," I said blurting the words awkwardly. Her smile was one of feminine contentment. Sensha knew well her sexual power, her impact on males. Swallowing the large lump in my throat, I leaned forward and kissed the tops of her breasts feverishly. My mouth moved lower and lower on her succulent breasts until my tongue touched her bra. I kissed the back of her hands, sucking gently and swirling the tip of my tongue in ever widening circles. A shudder racked Sensha and, as if by magic, her hands, and the bra cups they contained, slid away baring the feminine treasures within. Nipples! My attention, my whole world consisted only of the tips of Sensha's breasts: erect, desirable, pink, erotic, and most of all - mesmerizing. I had seen pictures of female nipples, many in fact, but none had prepared me for the real thing. Or perhaps, none had prepared me for Sensha's nipples  luscious ripeness that pulsed with each beat of her heart. She was beautiful! It was the moment of my great enlightenment. When a lusting male encounters a ripe female nipple, one word, one thought, overwhelmingly floods the male mind - suckle. It is a truism on par with night follows day - see female nipple, suckle. Beyond doubt, the two are genetically linked deep inside the male genome. Without conscious thought my mouth closed on her ripeness and I suckled. My hands found their way to her flesh and I caressed. I exalted in her exquisite feminine sexuality. Lust filled, I worshipped the beauty of the female in her prime. The excitement of holding her breast in my hands while gorging my desires was such that I unconsciously reached out with my mind. A strange floating lethargy possessed me and for the first time in my life I melded. I found myself inside her breast, at least the awareness of my senses inside her breast. Total confusion gripped me. Panic descended like an avalanche. It was the neural excitation within Sensha's breast that averted total disaster. It called to me. Drew me like a moth to flame. Suddenly, I understood. I had melded! Ecstasy of a different type flooded every poor of my body. Everyone knew me untalented in family ways, including myself, yet I had melded. I shook with excitement - part of the talent of the ruling families of Darna lay within me. Filled with intense pride, I watched from the inside of Sensha's beautiful breast the effect my tongue had on her. Curious, I mentally reached out and touched one of the neural currents I saw about me. It bent, flickered and snapped back. I touched it again only this time increased its size. Sensha's body jerked. "Oh!" Her response stunned me. My family talent was beyond observational? Was it possible I was a latent talent? "Please." Remembering Sensha, I again altered the neural currents within her breast. "OOOHHH." Her moan of pleasure was pure ecstasy for both of us. I quickly increased the amount of stimulation flowing along her nerves. "OOOH, GOD." Sensha's entire body shuddered as she moaned. Her hips jerked against the love seat and her fingernails made holes in my scalp. I lifted my head to go to her other nipple and her fingernails left bloody trails in my scalp. "Please." Her plea, husky and forced, had been uttered while she forcefully brought my head to her other breast. I swirled my tongue around her aureole, felt as much as heard her sigh of pleasure, and slowly let my focus meld into her other breast. This time I stimulated her entire breast and altered the signals going to her brain until Sensha was shuddering non-stop. Her hips ground against the love seat and her moans were deep and throaty. Guided by my intimate inside view of her breast, my tongue and teeth wracked sensual havoc on her luscious body. Somewhere in the distant reaches of my mind I came to an obvious conclusion  I liked sex. A lot! "Mother? Mother? Is it really you?" said Max suddenly. "Are these what nursed me when I was small? Mother? Is it you? Mother?" Max's comment jerked my focus from inside Sensha's breast and in one swoop doused my passion. There are days . . . I swear on all that's holy that there are days I would willingly make Max cease to be - if I could. He could fuck up a wet dream. And has! He can be a real absolute honest to goodness pain in the butt at times. "Please," Sensha begged. She reached out and loosened the clasps of my body suit. When her hand found my hard maleness I nearly jumped off the love seat. "Please," she said again. As her hand stroked my maleness, I experienced the frenzied madness of sexual lust. I tugged urgently at her panties. She quickly slid them off and shortly Sensha lay naked on the love seat before me. It was the best of all my dreams. And more, for my imagination had never been this good. I kissed her stomach and her hand tightened so dramatically on my male shaft that it was a miracle I avoided orgasm. Guided by her increasing moans my kisses moved lower and lower on her belly until I reached the forest of golden hair guarding the portals of her sex. I stopped in awe. "Please." Sensha's throaty rasp, her spreading of her legs to allow me access, the sight of her nude loins, fired primeval mating urges I had scarcely been aware of before now. I moved between her legs and hungrily kissed the top of her sex. I inhaled her female fragrance and found it lusty, sweet and filled with female need. It left me weak with wanting. Instinctively I extended my tongue and tasted the sultry moisture - savored its erotic musk aftertaste, felt the exquisite female texture. 'What's that smell. Are we in a fire?' 'Shut up, Max!' 'We must have stumbled into the middle of a religious fish burning ritual. Talk about a left turn.' 'Max, shut up!' "What did you say," asked Sensha trying to sit up. "You're beautiful," I answered putting my hand on her stomach and pushing gently. I leaned down and again nuzzled the center of her sex. No way was I about to let Max screw up my first live encounter with the sexual center of a beautiful female, especially when that female was Sensha. I concentrated intensely and soon felt myself floating. Through my newly discovered family talent, I located the center of Sensha's sexuality and lovingly caressed it, tickled it. My tongue attacked the sensitive bud of her loins rapturously. Sensha's hips bucked wildly. Suddenly her scream of orgasmic release rent the silence of the room. Pride and lust battled within me for I had used family talents to induce sexual orgasm in another. Me! And I had done it to Sensha! The side of my head exploded with pain. As I crumpled to the floor, I heard Sensha scream, only this time not with pleasure. "You slut. You'd fuck anything with a dick - even an untalented breed like him." The voice wasn't Sensha's. My head throbbed with the worse pain of my life. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move nor focus my eyes. "He . . . he . . . he . . ." "Shut-up, slut," said the voice. "You were supposed to get him to drink, not fuck him." "But he has . . . " The rest I lost in a futile battle for consciousness. The voice! I knew the voice but through the fog of pain I was unable to place it. "It's piss-head, Parlan," said Max as I lost consciousness. Chapter II: The House of Senaak I woke to incredible pain. I was cold, couldn't move my limbs and my head throbbed unbearably. I gasped in shock as a bucket of cold water doused me. "The bastard's awake, Count." "Strap him in. I want him aware of his true station in life." "Right, my Lord," said the first voice. Hands seized me. I was too groggy to struggle and soon I felt myself being strapped into some sort of device. Its surface was ice cold but it was obvious no one present cared about my comfort. During the process I managed to partially focus my eyes. 'I'm in a dungeon?' That seemed impossible for none of the Darna clan had dungeons. I tried to look around but couldn't move my eyes and retain focus. Next my head was strapped down forcing my vision to the front. I struggled to focus on the figures to my front. Finally my eyes focused. One of the people to my immediate front wore a smile that made my flesh crawl. "House of Senaak," said Max with intense disgust. My eyes must have widened. "Ah, you recognize me. So much the better, breed," said the one I assumed was the Count. He turned his face to the side and gave an order. "Prep him." I heard something rattle against a surface then a technician stepped into view and sprayed my genitals with disinfectant. "Just so you know, breed, Darna should never have let you seen the light of day. You are an abomination. The Far-Nalk covenant strictly forbids bastardization of family lines and yet you exist. Do you have any idea how offensive that is? Darna should have been stripped of charter rights for allowing an abomination like you, but we are about to fix that." His malignant smile chilled me to the bone. There would be no mercy. "Thankfully we got you before you fathered any abominations. You ready, Doc?" he asked. If I could have groaned, I would have. Why I had not worried more? I was marginally aware of the primary family paranoia: that their genetics and thus their political power would become diluted, but I never thought that paranoia's focus would descend on me. My naivete was bearing bitter fruit. "Do you wish a local anesthetic, Count?" His brutal laughter filled the small chamber. "Just get on with it." An individual in white stepped between my spread-eagled legs and grabbed my testicles. A searing pain lanced through me. I screamed in agony and passed out. Cold water brought me around. "I not letting you take the easy way out, breed. I want you to understand the abomination you are, the pain your very existence has caused the families. But not so after tonight." If I hadn't already guessed, his smile would have told me - I was being castrated. A minute later the Doctor held up two bloody objects for the Count to see. At the Count's nod he dropped them into a beaker. Pain wracked my head and groin. "Flush him," ordered the Count. A device was attached to a severed vessel in my groin and liquid was forced into my body. My penis convulsed as a terrible burning filled it. "Done," said the Doctor. "The testes?" The doctor held up a beaker. Two items the size of peas floated in the liquid and as I watched they finished dissolving to nothing. "Sterilize the fluid completely. We want to preclude all chance of harm," ordered the Count. The Doctor poured another liquid into the beaker and the mixture turned black. He moved out of my path of vision and I heard a small door open and close. A high-speed fan went on. "It's sterile," said the Doctor seconds later. "Good. Now neuter his cellular genetics. He will never leave the House of Senaak alive, but we take no chance that someone gets silly and tries cloning a breed." "Yes, My Lord." Something moved off to the side and then I felt a needle being inserted into my arm. I could move my eyes slightly now and did so. Off to the side was a large IV bottle full of green fluid. It was being dripped into my vein. "Yes, that's right, breed. You are no longer a threat to the families, no longer an abomination other than the sight of you makes me sick, as does any Darna piece of crap. You will never leave the House of Senaak, at least alive." Even through all the pain his smirk chilled me. "If you expect access to any amenities, learn to totally please me. I've heard you're clever in data net usage so if you learn total obedience, perhaps I will grant you a position in my household. There are always uses for clever obedient eunuchs, even if they're Darna crap! Displease me and tonight will be the most pleasant night you spend in my household." Had I been able to speak, my life would have ended here. "When the IV is complete, take him to his cell. Start his training. You know how I like my eunuchs." The men with the Count smiled coldly and looked at me as predators selecting prey. Unconsciousness claimed me moments later. * * * I came to in a cell. The IV was gone and by the reduced levels of pain in my head and groin, I guessed considerable time had passed. A beep sounded when I sat and it took little effort to locate the eye. Two of the guards I had seen earlier appeared. "Well, darlings awake," said one. The other snickered. A regular comedy team. They entered the cell and shortly had me secured. I was led out to the common area and there tied hand and foot to a frame. The remains of my clothes were cut off and by the way one of the guards patted my ass, it wasn't hard to guess what came next. Even mentally prepared I screamed in agony when the stockier of the guards drove his penis into my ass with a vicious thrust. What followed had little to do with sex, it was domination, subjugation. As he thrust into me the other guard cheered him on. I screamed in agony. It felt like my anus was being ripped apart. When the guard ejaculated, I felt soiled in a manner I could never have imagined. Angry tears of pain rolled down my face. 'Don't,' said Max hurriedly. "We'll only get one chance to escape and unending resistance will only bring mental conditioning. As much as the Count can use your data net talents, he will brook no resistance." 'Max, I can't,' I cried. 'Oh Father, why did you make me a half-breed?' I was openly crying. 'Pretend submission or you will be a mentally truncated love eunuch for the House of Senaak for the rest of your life. It's your choice and unfortunately you have to make it now,' said Max urgently. I swallowed my angry words then screamed as the second guard thrust his larger penis into my torn anus. I passed out twice only to revive and find him still pumping into me. After they had finished with me I hung limply in the chains sobbing. And yet, despite the pain and degradation, betrayal by people within my own family unit hurt the worst of all. As I cried and struggled to come to terms with that betrayal, determination to survive and then to escape hardened into a resolve I had never known before. After the second guard completed his rape I was forced to felate them both. Only then was I fed a tasteless gruel and given a rough garment. It was a shapeless mid-thigh dress, standard eunuch garb. Before they led me back to my cell, a special poison filled collar was attached to my neck. The days and weeks that followed were agonizingly similar. Meals came only with sexual submission and when they thought I didn't move fast enough, or acted dumb, they punished with the neural lash. That was the worst part of the nightmare for the neural energies of the lash threatened my connection with Max. Night after night I went to my cell with my anus throbbing and parts of my body on fire from the touch of the lash. The sack cloth garment they had forced on me was like sandpaper on my skin and the effect grew worse daily. Nights were little better. Filled with the screams of others, the night sounds of the dungeons were the nadir of all our agony. How could the families be involved in something so obscene - and I so totally unaware? Through it all I slowly conditioned myself for obedience. Max was certainly right. Resistance would bring the ultimate hell - severe mental conditioning that would sever our connection. The neural whip was a mind numbing pre-taste of that possibility. In the weeks that followed, I slowly developed a complete set of submissive body language positions and facial expressions and used then constantly. The guards found my lack of resistance hilarious and constantly taunted me about it. I was 'Darna Crap' to one and all. The one thing I was truly grateful for was Max. Without him, I would have never survived slave indoctrination training intact. 'They're gone,' said Max. 'I need to take this damn eunuch dress off.' 'Don't,' said Max hurriedly. 'Its effect on your skin is part of the process.' 'Part of the process? Part of what process?' 'Eunuch transformation,' said Max. 'Eunuch transformation?' I paused, puzzled by the answer. 'I think that has pretty much been done, Max.' 'The Count likes female looking eunuchs. While you were unconscious they implanted a biofem organ in you. Because of your youth, and your lack of testes, the female/eunuch transformation onset should become noticeable before long. Thinning and more sensitive skin is the first sign.' 'Female eunuch form, but I'm . . .' 'On your way to the female eunuch form,' said Max. "You knew? You knew and you didn't tell me?" I yelled. 'For God sakes don't converse with me out loud,' said Max quickly. 'I didn't tell you because you had all you could handle in learning to appear submissive.' 'I'm not going to stand . . .' 'Exactly,' Max said. 'Even now you can barely handle it. Your choice is living with the body they force on you and having all your brains in tact, or living with half a brain and the body they force on you. You made the right choice. Don't screw it up now.' 'But, Max. I . . .' 'Don't 'but Max' me,' he said in his exasperated tone. 'Our opportunity for escape will only come through your selling complete submission. Anything else and you're here forever as a mentally deficient castrated girl/boy in the Count's household. Both options are acceptable to him. And,' continued Max, 'I am sure there are many Senaak household members with untold interesting sexual aberrations who would greatly enjoy having 'Darna crap' loaned to them for a week or two.' I grumbled mentally but got no satisfaction as Max ignored me. He was right, but that didn't change the abhorrence of what I faced. Worse, the truth of his vision had sent a wave of fear through me because one thing I had no illusions about was what my life in the House of Senaak would be like if I didn't escape. Tears coursed down my cheeks. What had I ever done to deserve this? "Feeling sorry for yourself won't help, kid. You need to work at discovering the range of your family talents. They may be our keys to getting out of here. I have finally managed to discover their I/O protocols and have gotten a peek at your training schedule. You are scheduled for heavily supervised data net work beginning the next work cycle. The network you'll be on is a phony. A trap to see if they can get you to display . . . are you listening?" "That's why they've been twisting my nipples lately," I said. Max sighed. "Get a grip, kid." Chapter III: House of Senaak "All right, darlings, into the showers." I paused. This was the first time others, besides the guards, would see how I had been mutilated. I could feel the heat of my humiliation in my face. When most of the other eunuchs had disrobed, I knew I could wait no longer. Disobedience or even the slightest hesitation earned one a taste of the lash and the guard's unhealthy attentions later on. I disrobed and followed the other eunuchs into the showers. Once inside I turned to the wall so most of my body was hidden from view. As I lathered up I examined the changes in my body. Five days ago my nipples had become sore. They were obviously puffy now and there was noticeable swelling in the flesh beneath my aureoles. Now my nipples were super sensitive. I resisted the urge to play with them. As I soaped up I was very aware of my lack of body hair, not even on my head, and my softer skin. There was little doubt my body was taking on secondary feminine characteristics. When I had finished soaping up, I glanced surreptitiously around. Others were doing the same, gauging what the rest of us former males looked like. Most examinations were out of curiosity, but some seemed intense  like they were sizing up the competition. That I found surprising. They were already adapting to their sexual slavery? Perhaps even looking forward to it? On the older and larger members of our group, maleness clung like an unwelcome guest in the form of body hair, course features, and heavy muscles. On others like myself, due to youth or lack of strong male persona to start, or perhaps due to the effect of bioform organs, the early changes seemed dramatic. A few of these latter already had the image of young females in puberty. With a penis, no body hair and no testes, they seem strangely erotic. The way many stared hungrily at me, I suspected I fit into this latter class. "All right you ball-less darlings, turn off your showers and follow the yellow line," ordered a smirking guard. It was easy to see that our fate made the guards feel powerful, important. It was a side to evil I was just beginning to understand: evil tainted all, but especially those suborned by it or unresisting to it. We all quickly obeyed and shortly our group was walking single file down a hallway. Warm air blowers dried us as we walked. That everyone else was naked didn't alleviate my sense of helplessness. Finally the line came to a halt. "Careful," said Max. "They will choose one and make an example." As two guards strolled down the hallway, slapping their neural lashes against their uniforms, a hand from behind me pinched my back viciously. I would have reacted but for Max's warning. The hand pinched again and again, each time more viciously. One of the more vicious pinches broke the skin and I could feel blood running down my back. The guards stayed in place with me as the line occasionally moved, never quite singling me out. The hand continued its vicious assault on my back and buttocks. The guards and the hand gave up when I reached the front of the line. Seconds later I heard the sizzle of the lash and a scream from behind me. An alternate victim had been found. "Next." I stepped into the indicated cubicle and found myself facing two physicians and an assistant. A plethora of medical equipment was scattered throughout the small med-station. For the next five minutes I was prodded, poked, and had all sorts of devices inserted into body openings. The last step was blood and skin samples. "What did you do to your back?" asked the older of the two physicians. "Someone behind me in line took dislike, Master." He looked at me for a second then smiled knowingly. He turned to the assistant. "Mark this one for a complete." The assistant nodded then leaned down and inspected my collar. Suddenly he pulled back in surprise, his expression one of disgust. "It's a political - Darna crap," he sneered. He looked at the older physician for new instructions. "Mark it. The decision is the Count's." The assistant grumbled and shortly put a device to my ear. I yelped when a tag painfully punctured my ear. The physician looked at the assistant and opened his mouth to say something, then let it go. "Get out of here you Darna crap," ordered the assistant sullenly. I jumped up and left by the rear entrance. Outside I stopped and looked around. "Over here, darling," said a guard pointing. "Follow the yellow line." I turned and started forward. "Halt." The guard's order stopped me and sent my heart rate soaring. One thing we had all learned was that it was not wise to come to the attention of any guard. "Turn around," said the guard. I did. He walked over, reached out and gripped my ear tag and pulled me too him. It hurt  like he meant it to. After a moment's inspection he dropped my ear tag and visually examined my body. He reached out and felt my small breasts and pinched my nipples painfully. I showed no emotion to his brutish examination for any reaction on my part and worse would follow. "Bend over and spread your cheeks, darling." I obeyed and shortly his hand caressed the contours of my ass. A moment later one of his fingers probed my anus. "Jenkins, knock off the horse shit," said an angry voice from down the hall. "Ah, Sarge, it's a complete." Well happy do ra ray. It ain't yours is it?" "Ah, Sarge." "Zip it, Jenkins. The Count isn't into sharing his property. You cause a problem, I'm giving you up." "Get out of here, Darling." With that Jenkins slappfd me hard on the ass. "I'll see you later," he added quietly. I needed no further urging. 'What's a complete, Max.' 'A fem neuter  female complete save for ovaries and womb.' 'I'm not . . .' 'Save the sermon, kid. It's time you thought beyond the moment. Very few eunuchs are allowed erections, and take my word for it, the count will never allow you that privilege. Besides, in an escape, which would be easier for people to spot, a female formed eunuch with penis or a female body that varies from the real thing only by two internal organs that can't be seen without a body scan?' I didn't answer. As always Max was right, but that didn't mean I had to admit it. * * * It was two weeks later and I was in line with other eunuchs outside the Count's lower realms throne room. The smell of fear filled the hallway and shrouded each of us as an unwelcome miasma. Few could be immune to the power the Count was about to wield. By his word alone, our lives and stations within the House of Senaak would be decided. It was the day of slave assignments. Even the guards were on their best behavior, which scared us slaves terribly. 'I don't understand, Max. Why does he treat me so mean,' I asked. 'Don't let it bother you, kid. After the next set of changes 'it' will not be one of the ones allowed erection. 'Its' desire to cling to its maleness by dominating you will make 'its' transition more difficult and painful.' 'It, Max?' We were discussing the large eunuch who had elected himself my bedmate. I would have said lover except what passed between us at nights was little different than the sexual assaults forced on me by the guards. 'Staring truth in the eye and accepting it is the only way out of here. Besides, 'it' is here forever while we have the means and the will to escape - if you can accept and deal with the truth. And the truth is that you need to prepare yourself for your upcoming ordeal with the Count.' I sighed mentally and shifted my mindset. It was becoming easier and easier to separate the essence of myself from the hapless slave who took all the sexual abuse and humiliation. And Max was right. I should be focusing on my upcoming interview with the Count. I mentally started reviewing the postures and attitudes Max and I had chosen. "Next." I looked up and found the guard looking at me. My stomach turned over and filled with butterflies. How could it be my turn already? The door opened and less than twenty seconds later I found myself standing before the Count. He was seated on a large throne-like chair mounted on a dais. The room, the setting and the man radiated an aura of power - and evilness! It was hard not to be cowed. To my shame, it was only by my own downfall that I had discovered this dark side to the power of the families. 'Look at the floor,' hissed Max. I quickly complied, cursing my foolish curiosity. If I screwed this interview up, I screwed up the escape. Curiosity would not be tolerated  only complete and total submissiveness. Nervousness descended in force. "This is Darna crap, Your Excellence," announced the aide to the Counts left. I kept my eyes down. If the aide were eunuch he would represent a greater danger for me than the Count. "It has received eunuch indoctrination and basic net training. It has been barely adequate at the latter." 'Quiet,' said Max quickly. 'You are submissive Darna crap and you can't have any knowledge of the real results.' Max had sensed the beginnings of my reaction. I had placed first in data net manipulations (well below my real capabilities) save for the plant in our group, but knowledge of that on my part would have betrayed me. I cursed my own stupidity and kept my eyes firmly on the floor. I assumed the most submissive of all the postures I had learned. 'Medical recommended it for a complete, your net people recommended it for a low-level net position. I disagree with the last. I believe 'it' thinks itself clever, My Lord. I recommend . . . ' 'Pee,' said Max hurriedly. Because I was looking at the floor, the Count and his aide missed my look of surprise. 'For god's sake, kid, don't get stupid. You will fry us both. Now pee your panties,' ordered Max. 'You need to act as a scared submissive.' Act hell! I was scared witless. But peeing my panties? How could I ever manage that humiliation? Snickers sounded in the throne room then I felt warmth flowing down my leg. The snickers slowly merged into light laughter. "Darna never did have back bone," said a person to the Count's right. "It's a breed, Count. You could hardly expect anything else." The smell of urine wafted to my nose as the puddle of pee around my feet grew. I didn't have to fake the embarrassed flush that spotted my cheeks. "Look at me," commanded the Count. I hastily looked up, swallowed visibly, and hunched my shoulders submissively. The only thing lacking for a complete submissive posture was my rolling over on my back and exposing my throat. "You are despicable. To think you were allowed pretensions of family is the worse abomination in the entire histories of the families. Darna will rue the day they let you be borne. Now lick that piss up you abomination," ordered the Count. His voice left no doubt he was incensed at my very existence. I didn't need Max's warning to understand this was the critical moment of the interview. I dropped to my hands and knees and began licking up my pee from the floor. The dirt and floor cleanser the pee had dissolved made the task gruesome. As I continued licking I felt my stomach convulse. I didn't dare vomit, I just couldn't! "I still advise caution, your Excellence. I believe it may be more clever than it is letting on," said the first aide. The comment brought snickers from those around the count - something to do with me cleaning the floor with my tongue no doubt. "I would recommend the complete and 'its' isolation from our data net," the aide said. I continued licking the floor even though I had gotten the last of the pee up. I continued fighting, with all my being, to stifle the nearly overwhelming urge to vomit. "I could use the net help, my Lord," said another. "I don't think obedience will ever be one of 'its' problems." That was followed by smirking laughter from many in the room. "I continue to recommend caution, My Lord," said the first voice. I continued licking the floor. My future hung in the balance. "Get it out of my sight, Darna crap." There was a slight pause. "If there are problems, I will hold you personally responsible," said the Count. I was dying to know whom he had addressed. What was my fate? "Understood, My Lord," said the second voice. Then I understood. I was going to the data net. "Get up, Darna Crap, and get out of the Counts sight. Immediately," ordered the second voice. "Yes, Master," I said. I hurried to me feet, genuflected to the Count then backed out of the throne room as fast as I could. Halfway out I received encouragement to hurry faster from a neural lash. It was all I could do not to pee my panties again. Once outside the throne room I stopped. I didn't know where to go. "This way, darling," said a guard pointing. It was the one called Jenkins. I couldn't believe I was actually glad to see him. I followed him to my new quarters. There, despite Jenkins' fondling of my ass, I found myself pleasantly surprised. My new quarters, thoroughly Spartan, were a considerable step up from slave quarters in the dungeon. "Don't get too comfortable," warned Max. "Your new supervisor is going to go all out to impress on you how necessary your submissiveness to him is." Max proved right and thirty minutes later I began a new form of Senaak hell. Chapter IV: The 'Maybe' Escape I had been operating on the lower-levels of the Senaak data net for five months. Through surreptitious review of past eunuch records, I had made just enough mistakes to warrant minimal punishment while avoiding suspicions of being more than I seemed. According to estate records: I learned reasonably fast, never experimented, and was a 99.6% profile match for 'a crushed submissive'. During this time, Max had constantly eves-dropped on other net transactions. By agreement, he occasionally pushed other net users into options they hadn't requested. The net's reactions to these 'unsanctioned intrusions' were meticulously recorded by Max and examined by me late at night. Two months ago one such intrusion had led to the unraveling of the structure and security of the entire Senaak net. And now, after two months of furtive practice, the House of Senaak's data net lay naked before me save for one dreadful possibility - hidden internal traps. I had installed a number in the Darna family net, but other than my efforts, none at Darna had thought to bother. Family talents at Darna had produced a blindness of arrogance. Max and I both prayed the House of Senaak shared that same blindness. Since my breakthrough, I had been busy constructing net bombs and carefully infiltrating them into family and civil authority nets throughout all of Kosnos. My attack was aimed at the nets and their backups. The last was by far the trickiest for the backup facilities were equipped with excellent error detection and intrusion telltales. Fortunately, their universal blind spot was the family nets. Like the families themselves, Civil authorities couldn't conceive of someone deliberately attacking the families. This blindness was testimony to the effectiveness and vicious brutality of Family responses to all past threats. If the day came when the bombs were utilized, a lot of people were going to experience a rude awakening. That such an event would put the Families at risk was no longer a consideration for me. 'It's time,' Max said. 'It's time. It's time?' 'What are you, kid, an echo. Our escape opportunity just arrived,' Max said. I knew this day would eventually come, had prayed it would come, but now that it was here I found myself paralyzed with fear. If the attempt failed, I was history and my end would be painful beyond all imagination. I finally managed to swallow. 'How?' My throat felt like parched leather. 'You are going to change places with one of the women brought in yesterday.' 'Change places? What type escape is that? I'll still be in here.' I could scarcely believe what Max was suggesting. Escape to another part of the prison? Max sighed. 'Kid, there is no way off planet for you in your current physical or mental state. The moment word of your escape reaches the Families, they will all join forces to find and destroy you. And find you they will. You're not ready yet, either physically or mentally, for a challenge of that magnitude.' I started to answer then paused. Having a single Family trying to destroy me was daunting of itself, but having all the families seeking my destruction was frightening beyond words. I knew how dangerous family talents were. Those talents could easily topple governments on distant planets - and had. On Kosnos, the families reigned supreme. The danger presented by family talents was the sole reason the families controlled the entire planet of Kosnos and heavily influenced planetary politics throughout the quadrant. 'The moment you escape, the Families will be turning over heaven and hell looking for you, but you will be in the one place they will never think to look, inside the House of Senaak,' said Max. 'Why will they believe I escaped?' 'The female you replace will escape. She will take your collar and ear-tag with her and they will be found outside the estate. Her chances of getting off planet will be excellent because the families won't be looking for her.' I thought about Max.'s plan. There was logic to it  even if convoluted. But what did I have to do to get into the right mental and physical state to escape? Max answered before I could ask. 'One of the gifts left you by your father is rejuvenation. Given sufficient time, I can use this gift to alter your physical being to female. All identifying features, height, weight, bone structure, sex, and genetics will become different. Once that is accomplished, you can begin honing your family talents. When they are strong enough, we will look for a way off Kosnos. Worse case is that you have to serve the girl's five-year sentence.' I swallowed and looked around my cubicle. I would be leaving this. In the short time I had been working as a low-level net controller, I had come to think of it as safety. What a laugh! 'How do we start?' I asked. 'I'll open an unused port and you issue the guard orders. Here are the names and location of the two women. We can use med-station Nine. It has everything we need and is temporarily out of service. Once there, we should be safe. The plan is 'you make them an offer'. If it is accepted, the escape goes down tonight.' 'Lets do it.' I said with bravado I didn't feel. I wished mightily for a poisoned tooth back. Failure was worse than unthinkable - it wasn't an option. Max opened an unused I/O port and I originated the appropriate orders. Minutes later a guard arrived and ordered me to follow him. I left my net terminus open and with Max's help, continued working as I followed the guard. The guard deposited me outside med-station Nine then departed. The orders that brought him there would never be permanently recorded. I moved into the med-station, turned on the lights and sat down. My heart was pounding furiously - cloak and dagger would never be my forte. Minute's later footsteps signaled the approach of people. When the footsteps stopped right outside the med- station door sheer terror threatened to overwhelm me. A guard's voice gave an order to wait and it wasn't until I heard a woman answer that I knew the second part of my escape plan had arrived. Seconds later the guards heavy footsteps departed in the same direction from which they had come. I breathed a nervous sigh of relief and waited for the guard to get out of sight. When he seemed gone, I cleared my throat. "Come inside." Both women entered cautiously. "Who are you?" asked the larger of the two looking at me curiously. She was finding my bald-headed semi- feminine image confusing. She should have tried it from my side. I was trying to work my net duties, converse with the women and ignore my scalp, which had begun itching like mad. I wondered fleetingly if I would go insane before I could escape. I barely managed to stifle a bad case of giggles. "A prisoner like yourselves." "And why are we here?" she asked. The younger of the two women continued examining me intently. "I have an offer for you both. One of you escapes the Senaak estate tonight and becomes semi-rich, the other serves her five year sentence and comes out extremely rich," I said. "And why should we believe you can help one of us escape when you have been unable to escape yourself?" asked the younger woman. I turned and looked at her. She was attractive. More importantly, she was nearly the same size, bone structure and skin coloring as me. I could see why Max had selected her. "The difficulty for me is not escaping the estate," I said. "It's getting off planet afterwards - and staying unfound. You," and with that I pointed at the younger woman, "would have little problem with that. They would be looking for me, not you. I am assuming that you have the ability to secure semi-official identification that will allow you to get off planet." Both women looked at me then glanced at one another. A look I couldn't identify passed between them. "You expect us to trust you?" asked the older one. "No trust would be involved on any of our parts except us for you," I said pointing at the younger woman. "How so?" I felt relieved by the older woman's question. I had her interest peaked. "I would be taking her place," I said. I paused letting them absorb that critical fact. "My life would be in both of your hands. I would expect you," and with this I looked at the older woman, "to teach me to be a convincing female and to teach me enough about her life so that I could pass for her upon inspection. And with your help I'll be able to look enough like her to fool the guards." The two women once again looked at one another. The younger one nodded then they both turned back towards me. "How would we get the money?" asked the younger. I turned and looked her straight in the eyes. She had to absolutely believe this part or the deal would fail. "I have a couple of hidden accounts. I will give you a code and account number that will allow you to make a $2,000,000 credit withdrawal. It's that much because I expect you will need to seek help and that will be costly, especially good help. You get the wrong help and we all die," I warned. "And if you try to withdraw the $2,000,000 all at once, you will undoubtedly come to the attention of family auditors. You'll have to be clever about it." The younger woman nodded. She was deep in thought so I remained silent until she looked at me. "The authorization code will allow you unlimited withdrawals up to the $2,000,000. If you attempt withdrawals above that amount, your remaining balance and authorization code will be cancelled. Besides getting your money and getting it into a transportable form, your other problem is that you must be off planet by the end of tomorrow. You will have as a minimum a twenty-four hour escape window. The window could go as long as 48 hours, but time beyond that is improbable." There was silence as they both considered my offer. "If you get caught, we will all be killed," I warned again. "So all of our salvation's depend upon you getting off planet during the 24 or 48 hour escape window." "Are you that hot?" asked the older woman. "I'm political. My escape will be a terrible embarrassment to the families. A tremendous loss of face! That is why her escape carrying my collar has to be successful." With that I pointed at my poison filled collar. "Can you get that off?" "Yes!" "How would I get my money," asked the older woman. "Yours would be easier, assuming we haven't been caught by then. After you have served your full sentence, you won't have any need to get off planet abruptly and can use whatever time and cleverness you deem necessary to pull your money out of my account. There will be no time limit on your withdrawals. However, I suggest that you choose another home world right away and establish a solid identity there for the families will always remain a danger, especially if you flash money you can't account for." She nodded. "And how much do I get?" "Ten million gold credits." Both women inhaled noisily. I had struck a big nerve. "How do I know someone else won't get to it first?" asked the older woman glancing briefly at her companion then back at me. Ah, no trust among thieves! "Only you will have the code word." "Isn't that trusting on my part," she asked. "I'll be in here with you so I am not about to let anyone else have access to the money. Afterwards, it is my best interests you vanish successfully because there will be no statute of limitation on my escaping. If any of us get apprehended, no matter when, or where, it will put all of us at risk because the families will never let my escape rest. And that goes for anyone associated with me." I paused, sobered by my own statement. What had I ever done to warrant such a vengeance? I took a large breath and calmed my emotions. This wasn't the moment for self-pity. "You'll both need to move to another quadrant and live moderately. With this amount of money, there should be no need for either of you to turn back to crime to support yourselves. I have no desire for either of you to come to the attention of the authorities. You I think both share that same desire. And just for your information, money is not my problem, anonymity is. " Both women studied me intensely. "How come she gets so much more than me?" asked the younger woman finally. "She has to stay a prisoner longer, she's at risk longer. Actually I suggest that the two of you agree that one or more of her ten million be for you," I said looking at the younger woman, "I would think since you have been partners, you can see how sharing might be in both of your best interests. That is also in my best interests since neither of you can get the big money until I'm out. It gives all of us the proper incentive to make the escape successful for all." I paused and looked at the two women. I tried to gage their state of mind and failed. At that moment I knew Max was right, I wasn't ready mentally. I needed lots of hard work and practice before I could utilize my emerging family talents on demand. "This also gives you a reason to buy both of our contracts out around year three it you can do it without raising suspicion," I said. They looked at each other then walked over to a corner and got into a lively discussion. I reached up and rubbed my scalp. It was itching like crazy and felt like it had developed the beginnings of a beard. Afterwards, I put my full attention to catching up my net duties. I tried hard to stay within the speed parameters of my disguise. The two women walked back to where I stood. "We'll do it. What's first?" asked the oldest. "My collar." With that I went to the supply cupboard and got the necessary equipment to remove it without killing us all. Prime amongst these items was liquid nitrogen. 'You'll need an injection with the following amounts of minerals,' Max said interrupting. His list amazed me. The amounts he specified would kill me if anything went wrong with the rejuve. After the shot I took some scissors and cut a lot of hair off the younger woman's head. With the women's help and equipment in the med station, I managed a reasonable looking scalp-bonded wig. It would not pass 'real close' inspection; however, according to Max all it had to work for was two days. For the first time in nearly a year I had hair. Thirty minutes later they made a small incision in my anesthetized groin and tucked my shrunken penis up inside me. The rejoining was done so the head did not show and I could still urinate. They quickly used the equipment Max specified to produce the appearance of female nether lips in my groin - passable from a distance. I assured them that I would have complete female organs within ten days. I didn't really believe that, but Max said I would and I didn't doubt Max. I know, not logical, but then neither was I at the moment. "What about this," asked the younger woman pointing at her ear. "I can get it off, but mine needs to come off first and go into the liquid nitrogen to kill the signal. Yours we will transfer directly to my ear and reattach it." She nodded. With their help, I removed the tag from my ear using the liquid nitrogen, then inserted the younger female's tag through the same hole in my ear and reactivated it. Max continued blocking the signals indicating tag removal on both tags until the liquid nitrogen froze the circuits shut on my old tag and reactivation silenced the younger woman's tag. I fixed a small container for my old tag and collar and filled it with liquid nitrogen. The intense cold was the only thing keeping the poison gas of the collar from killing us all. As we worked I learned the younger woman was called Raven and the older Marta. I showed Raven her escape route, explained where all the alarms were and how I would aid her. The key to her escape was the micro-ID badge Max had located. It was blank and we had no way to program it; however, I could program the security sensors to accept Raven's blank badge as authorized. This glaring security error was part of the Families blindness. I also used medical equipment to repair the hole in Raven's ear. By the time she reached the outside wall, all evidence of her ever wearing an ear tag and neck collar would be obliterated - important if she were to successfully get off planet. "Could we go over it once more," asked Raven. I nodded, pleased that she was taking her escape so seriously. The one thing I didn't mention was that the most uncertain part would come at the wall and outside grounds. Once outside, there was always the chance a random event would lead to discovery and at the wall, if there were internal net traps, they would go wild when the wall sensors were disengaged. Finally we were ready. I was wearing Raven's neck collar, clothes, hair, and ear identification tag. Had I not been so nervous, I would have enjoyed watching Raven undress. Though slightly skinny, she had a nice body. Raven dressed herself in an old medical smock. Underneath she was wearing some of the male clothing we had found stored in one of the closets. Beneath her smock in a sack she had my Eunuch dress and the box containing my collar and ear tag. Their discovery outside the estate was critical if my supposed escape was to be believable. I turned and looked at Marta. "Hit me," I said. "What?" "We need to provide a large distraction so the women in your group will not examine me closely for a few days. If my face is badly beaten in a rape attempt, few will consider I'm not the same person, only an unfortunate not bright enough to submit to the guards." Marta's eyebrows raised as she looked at me. She nodded in approval. "Clever," she muttered. Clever? More like a death wish! I felt myself tremble. More pain! Was my life ever going to be normal? "I need two black eyes, a broken nose and bloody bruises all over my face and lips consistent with a violent rape," I said. "You'll need bruises on your legs and arms also. And evidence of being kicked," Marta said. I nodded feebly. The only comfort was that if Marta killed me, I wouldn't have to worry about Raven's escape attempt. What a silver lining! Raven started her escape while Marta put on a medical glove and started beating me. The pain slowly became worse than being raped by the guards. But then for all I knew, maybe this was true love in the house of Senaak. Marta stopped when I showed signs of becoming groggy - I needed to be alert for Raven's escape to work. "That should do it," said Marta punching me hard in the face one last time. I groaned. It had been hours  seemed like hours. If only she hadn't quite enjoyed it so much! "We need to wait for your injuries to swell and discolor before calling the guards," Marta said. I reached up and touched my nose - and groaned. "Yeah, it's broke. A good touch that!" Good touch my ass! She wouldn't be saying that if it were her nose. I staggered over to a chair and collapsed into it grateful the beating had stopped. Now all I had to contend with was the throbbing pain. At least Raven was getting closer to the outside wall. Marta found a medical wrap and used it to cover some of the wounds on my face and most of my head. It was the bare necessity first-aid approach Max thought the guards might buy. Forty minutes later, I had Max issued orders for a guard to take us back to the women's quarters. The orders carried a memo to the guards that picked us up to impress upon us that we had better not say that guards had anything to do with my beating. It also told the guards to q-t the entire affair and keep me from getting medical help as an object lesson. It also recommended a ten-day healing period for me before having guards reinforced my learning experience. We were depending on the guard's unwritten code (guards take care of guards) for our exchange to work. I was certain, well Max was, that we would be escorted back to the women's quarters with a stern warning and the guard would not log in his errand or send me to a med-station. Max's appraisal of the situation proved correct. Unfortunately, I became the center of attention of all the women in the women's quarters because of the beating. How was possible that one of them wouldn't notice that I was not the same person Marta had left with? Ten minutes later Marta and I lay in her bunk, she ostensibly comforting me. Amongst my stifled sobs, I turned off my net terminus at the appropriate time and kept Marta appraised of Raven's progress. Finally Raven reached the outer wall. It was the moment of truth. If there were internal net traps, they would go crazy the moment the exterior sensors were turned off. I swallowed and sent the appropriate code along the net. For a long moment I didn't breath. As time passed and nothing happened I slowly relaxed! More minutes passed. "She's out," I said softly. Marta exhaled softly. "Thank George," she said. "I wasn't certain of you until now." That night, despite the earlier medication, I was wracked by pain. Max was speeding the rejuve process beyond medically safe limits and I was paying in unbearable agony. My body was changing everywhere and the changes were growing faster and faster as more of the new genetics took hold. By the pain in my abdomen and groin, I could tell my change to womanhood was in full swing. Surviving tomorrow was going to take every bit of endurance I possessed for I had to open my net terminus and work all my net duties as well as be Raven for the day. My estimation of the next day proved correct. It was pure hell on two legs  an agonizing challenge to the limit of my endurance. Despite my obvious weak condition, the guards went out of their way to select me for punishment. Word had gotten around how I had gotten the beating - resisting. Max kept the rejuve process so high I could barely walk and that difficulty amused the guards greatly. That night I had to resist the efforts of other women trying to help me shower. The unasked for sympathy caught me by surprise. Perhaps being a woman would have some advantages - if I survived. That night I managed five hours of sleep. 'Kid! Kid! Wake up! Kid!' I jolted awake. A monster of indescribable horror had obviously used me as its punching bag during the night then taken a crap in my mouth. I had never felt worse. Every inch of my body throbbed with pain. I didn't dare move. Death! Where was death when you needed it? 'Come on Kid. For George's sake, wake up.' 'Go away!' 'Wake up, Kid. Hurry. You're nearly late to log on.' 'Fuck off! Leave me alone,' I mumbled. No way I was getting out of bed. They could kill me first. 'Kid, if I could fuck off, your mind would be plumb full of cum already. Now wake up and log on to your work net. Then we'll try the get