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Conquered and Reborn
By Astrid Bassira
There are some people that say I have had a lucky life,
usually those who talk behind my back but I am a success
because I also have talent and good looks. Some people say
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, wealthy family,
the best schools and then Oxford University where I
achieved enough to be able to take over the business from
my ailing father. Steve Jones, my best friend, was my
financial brain and business partner while I charmed the
investors with my wit and good looks. There was no doubt I
had a talent for seduction.
Smiling, I waved goodbye to my beautiful wife, Emily and
Steve as I was about to board the 'plane, off on another
business trip, this time to South Africa. Over six foot
tall with sandy hair and, I knew, a boyish smile, I found
it very easy to woo the ladies and, of course, the wealth
didn't hurt. Shelia had been easy and our marriage of three
months was, from my point of view, a merger as it gave me
access to her family's diamond mines. It was time to
diversify and her family's assets gave me the capability of
moving away from genetic research and pharmaceuticals on
which my late father had built the family fortune.
I waved once again before I turned to walk down the bridge
to the plane. They had come to see me off at the airport, a
sign of Shelia's love and Steve's loyalty. Or so I thought.
The stewardess smiled as she bent over to buckle me in and
I smiled back. "It's a long trip from the UK to SA," I
smiled, "I hope I don't get bored."
"I'm sure you won't, Mr. Robertson."
I lightly touched her arm. "Call me Allan, " I said,
letting her have the full force of my smile.
The flight was long but the occasional blowjob from the
stewardess in the cramped toilet whiled away the time and I
was soon travelling into my hotel in Johannesburg. The
hotel staff fawned all over me and I didn't even look at
them as I swept through, anxious to sleep so I could
attempt to beat jet lag. I also say that servants are to do
the job without being seen, if you notice a servant, fire
them immediately.
I had showered and was dressed in a hotel robe when I heard
a knock on the door. "Turn down service," a voice called.
"No thank you," I called back.
"It's a special service, Mr. Robertson," he persisted. "The
management has sent a gift."
A gift? Probably champagne and I was smiling when I opened
the door and the black face that was smiling at me was the
last thing I remembered.
I woke in a strange room, the lights were bright and I
blinked as I tried to move but I couldn't, my body would
not respond to my commands. Fighting the panic, I found I
could move my eyes and saw I was naked and stretched out
what looked like a hospital bed.
The door opened and Shelia Hodges, the head of my research
laboratories walked in, dressed in a white hospital coat,
her eyes glinting behind her thick glasses. Shelia was a
tall powerful woman with short grey hair and there was no
doubt she was a genius. Unfortunately, her genius was
coupled with a healthy streak of insanity. She was
brilliant at research and development but I could never
wheel her in to meet the investors, she'd frighten the
devil out of them, Lord knows, she frightened me.
"Ah, Allan," she smiled, "welcome back to the land of the
living."
"Shelia," I croaked, "what's going on? I can't move."
"Just a muscle relaxant I invented," she smiled. "You are
completely frozen and helpless. I suppose you're
experiencing some interesting feelings?" She laughed softly
and then scratched her head. "It's a pity I don't have some
way to record your inner turmoil, your anxiety. Oh well,
can't think of everything," she mumbled to herself in a
distracted manner.
"What the hell is going on!" I snapped, trying to gain some
control through the force of my personality but it was
impossible being completely naked in front of her as well
as immobilised. "When did you get to South Africa? How long
was I out?"
Shelia stood next to me and smiled down, her eyes lingering
on my penis. "I heard it was small, it appears the rumours
were correct," she said, taking a silver pen from the
pocket of her white lab coat to disdainfully poke at it but
I felt nothing, nothing at all. "I always suspected your
conquests were from your superficial good looks and your
wealth rather than your sexual prowess."
I gasped. "What the hell do you think you are..."
"I'm doing whatever I like and I suggest you button your
lip so I can explain or I'll immobilise your tongue!" I
blinked, shocked at her hard tone and waited. "So much
better, Allan," she sneered as she sat in a chair opposite
to the bed so I could see her. Shelia crossed her legs, the
blue slacks riding up a little to show her sensible flat
shoes.
"No, you are not in South Africa, you are in England deep
inside your own research facility and, before you splutter
again, you've been out for two days. As far as the world is
concerned, Allan Robertson has disappeared in South Africa
and the tabloids are suggesting terrorists and kidnapping.
It's all very fascinating, I must admit I have been reading
the newspapers avidly lately, enjoying every tiny nuance."
Her words sank in and I felt sick to my stomach. "What's
going on, Shelia?" I asked quietly, although my heart was
pounding.
"It's really very simple, even for someone of your limited
intellect. Allan Robertson, unfortunately, is not going to
return from South Africa."
"You're going to kill me?" I said, the horror rising within
me. "Why?"
"Why?" Shelia smiled. "Three reasons. One," she ticked off
her finger, "I'm being paid to do it by Emily and Steve."
"What?" I exclaimed. "My wife, my friend?"
"Yes, you see, unfortunately for you Emily and Steve are in
love. I do so like a good romance, don't you? You will
soon, I'm sure," she sniggered. "However, they can't bring
themselves to kill you, as they are petrified of the new
lie detectors. They do have quite a large motive, I'm sure
New Scotland Yard will see that immediately and question
them until it's confirmed you've been taken by some
terrorist group. They will be able to swear they don't know
what happened to you and it will be the truth, they don't
know."
"I can't believe it," I whispered, shocked.
"Believe it. They're looking forward to a life together
once the mystery of your disappearance is cleared up. I
believe the terrorists will be making ransom demands soon,"
Shelia winked. "They may even send your finger as a sign of
credibility or perhaps some other body part." She smiled
cruelly and I flinched.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"I dare an awful lot, you fool, it's what I do, I dare
everyday in this small laboratory. Now, where was I? One,
I'm being paid and very well I might add, enough to support
me forever. Two, you were going to close my research down
and now it's guaranteed to remain open and three, I just
don't like you, you've always ignored me as a woman because
I wasn't attractive enough for you, not a bimbo, no big
hair and large boobs. So I'm treating myself to a small
revenge." She laughed. "Well, to be truthful, it's quite a
big piece of revenge."
"What are you going to do?" I whispered, hopelessness
sweeping over me.
"I'm going to change you," she smiled, standing up and
moving closer. "You haven't a clue what I've been doing
here, have you?" She sneered. "A lot of people don't. I
have been researching cloning, genetic engineering and the
process of growing humans for organs etc." I stared at her
blankly and she laughed again. "Too much for you Allan? Let
me put it simply. I've grown a body, an empty one actually
and I'm going to put you in it. Your old body without your
mind returns to SA where it will be found." Shelia
dramatically placed a hand over her heart. "And I can swear
I didn't kill you because you'll still be alive, albeit
unrecognisable, but alive."
My head swam, trying to understand what she was saying and
she laughed as she took photographs of me with a digital
camera. "Something to remember yourself by in the future,
to remember what you were." She was still laughing when she
injected a syringe into my arm.
"What are you doing?" I demanded, panicking.
"Tut, tut, didn't you listen? Too bad. Goodnight Allan, see
you in three weeks or so."
(Blackness)
Darkness swirled and I swam toward the light, my head
buzzing with a distant voice. "Come on, wake up. Can you
hear me?" The voice became insistent and I slowly opened my
eyes, the world a blur. "At last," I heard someone say and
then a sharp light shone in my left eye and then the right.
The ceiling swam into focus; it was painted powder blue and
a fluorescent light glared from the centre. A voice
somewhere in the distant said, "Where am I?" and I tried to
understand if I had said it or someone else.
I cleared my throat and said, "Where am I?" My voice was
weird, high and soft at the same time and I blinked, trying
to focus.
"Relax," a voice said and I turned my head to see Shelia
smiling down at me. "It appears to have been a success,
you're still very much alive, at least."
"I had this dream," I said groggily and realised my voice
was still strange so I cleared my throat again. "I had this
dream," I began again and stopped as I heard that my voice
was still high, different, my mouth even felt different, I
felt strange everywhere.
"A dream?"
"I dreamed you kidnapped me, to turn me into something
hideous."
"I don't think you're hideous," Shelia smiled cruelly.
"Look," she said holding a mirror in front of me and I
yelled in shock when a woman's face looked back, long black
hair and an olive skin, dark eyes wide with horror.
"What have you done?" I shrieked, my voice becoming even
higher.
"The old Allan Robertson is gone," she said smiling as she
sat down. "His body is now in South Africa about to be
discovered by the police in a roadside ditch somewhere.
Poor Allan, we all cared for him so much."
To my horror, I began to cry, tears rolling down my face
and I turned to the wall to escape the shame of Shelia
seeing me cry .I heard her leave the room and I lay there
for sometime, my mind racing and the tears flowing again
every half and hour or so. Could she have changed me? Am I
a woman? Tentatively I slipped my fingers under the sheet
and flinched when I found breasts, my breasts! The tears
came again and I resisted the urge to explore further, I
just didn't want to know, although I think I knew in the
back of my reeling mind what my fingers would find.
The door opened and Shelia returned and I smelt tea in a
cup. Her fingers gripped my chin and she twisted my face
around.
"Don't you just hate it when the tears start? Men see it as
a weakness. No tears, too late for tears, I'm afraid.
You're now a woman," she laughed spitefully, "a fitting
punishment for a person like you. Sit up!" she suddenly
snapped and I found myself struggling to sit up.
"Slowly get out of the bed, we've been manipulating your
body while you've been recovering, you'll be weak but able
to move."
Tentatively, I crawled from the bed, suddenly realising I
was naked and I watched my hands drop to cover my crotch
and my breasts. Shelia laughed at that.
"A natural reaction for a woman," she said and as I looked
at her in confusion, she went on, "You have the knowledge,
the body, the behaviours of a woman. In fact, you are a
woman totally except you'll retain the memories and
thoughts of the old Allan Robertson."
"Why did you do this?" I whispered, looking at myself in
the mirror.
My new body was one I would have been interested in when I
was Allan, long black hair and breasts that weren't overly
large but noticeable. What is going on, I demanded
silently, looking at myself in the mirror, is that me?
Myself? That wasn't me, was it? I raised my right arm and
the woman raised hers, a stunned look on her attractive
face. It was I, I realised after lifting a leg, it was. I
looked down at my breasts and the woman in the mirror did
the same. I tried to focus, to examine the naked woman in
the mirror, tried to assimilate what had happened while
Shelia sniggered behind me.
The woman appeared to be of Indian ancestry, extremely
black hair that trailed down my back, dark eyes, so dark
they also appeared black and olive skin. She wasn't tall,
petite would be the word someone would use to describe her,
medium breasts and large hips. In other words a woman, not
ravishingly beautiful but reasonably attractive in an
exotic way and a woman!
"Is that me?" I breathed, peering forward at the thick
black bush in her crotch but I knew it was, there was no
doubt she was me.
"I wish you would listen," She said irritably. "I thought I
explained it."
"You!" I suddenly screamed and leapt at her, hands reaching
for her throat but she easily brushed me aside, pushing me
sprawling against the bed.
"You're a woman now," she laughed, "a small woman and
you're no match for a woman of my size so please relax."
"I hate you!" I found myself saying and wished I hadn't, it
was so pathetic!
"I'm sure you do. The female responses are kicking in,"
Shelia said gleefully. "The old Allan will soon be
submerged in all that is female. I've done it, I've
stripped your good looks from you, I've taken your wealth
and I've removed your masculinity, the very essence of you.
There is just one more thing I have to take and my revenge
is complete."
"What have you done to me?"
"I wish you would keep going on about it, you're becoming
very boring. You are now a woman, obviously of Indian
descent and of a reasonably attractive appearance. You are
female in body and mind but a part of you is still
Robertson so you will experience everything for the first
time. I'm sure you will enjoy PMS, the cramps, the first
days of your period. Of course wondering why that guy you
went out with didn't call, wondering if you're effective,
attractive and will you ever have children? I think it's
marvellous! I haven't tampered with you except for one
small thing."
I turned my head. "What one small thing?" I said with
dread, part of me still listening to that strange voice of
mine.
"I'm afraid you have to obey me." She shrugged. "I couldn't
resist it, I thought it would make things easier."
"What do you mean?"
"Whenever I use a certain tone, you will be compelled to
obey me. You won't want to but you won't be able to help
yourself."
"You're a monster!"
"Probably," she said mildly. "Your new name, by the way, is
Ankita. It means; conquered, a symbol, an ornament. Rather
appropriate, don't you think?"
"You bitch!"
"It appears you're a bitch as well," Shelia said mildly and
then changed her tone. "Ankita," she said sharply, "I think
you should get dressed. Go to the wardrobe."
Incredibly, I found myself walking to the wardrobe while
trying to keep my hands in front of my groin and my
breasts.
"Drop your hands," she snapped and I did so. "I think some
lingerie?" she laughed. "The slutty pink bra and knickers,
suspender belt and pink stockings. I think you'll look sexy
in them."
I slipped the panties on and almost with a detached wonder
watched as my hands deftly slipped the bra on, clipped it
and I then pulled the suspender belt and stockings on.
"How did I do?" I began and Shelia laughed.
"It's in your mind, the knowledge is there and soon the
female part of you will engulf what remains of Allan. You
will be all woman."
Shelia ordered me to stand in front of the mirror and as I
stared at the attractive woman in pink lingerie she showed
me the digital photographs of Allan. "That was you and now
look at you," she smirked, pointing at the mirror.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the photographs; the
photographs of what I was and the tears began to flow
again. I had been so handsome, so strong and powerful. I
looked at the photograph and at the muscles in my upper
arms and wondered why I hadn't noticed how they curved
against my chest.
"I've taken it all," Shelia whispered in my ear. "Your
masculinity and your wealth, your identity, everything
except for one small thing." Shelia pressed a buzzer.
"What?" I croaked, tears still running.
"Your virginity!" Shelia said triumphantly and I looked at
her in horror. "The first time is always special, don't you
think?"
The door opened and a large man I recognised as one of
Shelia's bodyguards stood in the doorway, leering at me. I
shrank back in horror, trying to cover myself with my hands
as he closed the door.
"There she is, Simon, up and about at last. What do you
think?"
"Not bad," he said in an Australian accent.
Shelia smiled at me as I cowered against the mirror. "Simon
is the only one who knows about you, Ankita. He brought you
here and took the old Allan back and he patiently
manipulated you while you were unconscious, exercised all
your muscles. Of course, he enjoyed himself looking at your
body but now he deserves more, he deserves a reward.
Ankita," she said sharply, "on your knees and suck him!"
No, I moaned silently, but I sank to my knees as Simon
loomed over me, fumbling with his zipper.
"Suck it bitch," he growled, his cock pushing against my
lips.
"Take it in your hand, Ankita," Shelia said. "Simon, I had
no idea you were so well endowed. Allan would have been
humiliated to compare his tiny thing with that."
Humiliated indeed and ashamed, I wrapped my hand around the
hot flesh of his cock, gently tugging it to full erection
and then began sucking it. I mustn't do this, I silently
screamed but I kept at it, his cock and his taste flooding
my mouth. Although I desperately wanted to strop, I
couldn't, I was on my knees sucking a man, a man!
"Look up at him, Ankita," Shelia ordered and I obeyed.
Simon filled his huge fingers with my hair and tugged as I
sucked, then, suddenly, he pulled out and almost threw me
on the bed.
"No," I cried shrilly as he tugged the panties off, "No!
Please!"
His cock pushed against me, I knew, don't ask me how, but I
knew I was dry but he pushed and pushed. I called out with
the pain, struggling against him but he continued to push.
The pain was intense and suddenly he was in me, I could
feel him as he moved, tearing against me. He tugged at my
bra, pulling my breasts out and squeezed them as he pumped
in and out. Stop, I screamed silently, pushing my hands
against his hard body but I couldn't even move him, his
weight crushing me.
He stiffened and groaned as he ejaculated, I felt it and
also felt relief that it was over that he would leave me to
my shame. I lay on the bed crying as he pulled out,
grinning down at me.
I heard Shelia say, "Thank you Simon, can you get the car
now?"
"Okay Shelia." The door closed.
"Ankita," Shelia said in that tone, "look at me!" I turned
my head, opened my eyes, sobbing quietly. "Remember that!"
she snapped. "I've heard you treated women like that in
your old life."
Did I, I wondered, did I? No, I couldn't have, that was
terrible, I wouldn't have done that, I thought, would I?
"Now, get dressed, it's time to start your new life."
Groggily, I stood, my panties were around one ankle and I
bent to pull them up. My crotch was sticky, wet and with
smears of blood.
"You might want to put some toilet tissue between your
legs, Ankita," Shelia said kindly, "to protect your panties
from the blood and other leakages. I don't have any panty
liners but toilet tissue is always a good fallback. You
won't get pregnant, not this time anyway, it isn't the
right time."
Pregnant? The word reverberated within me, I could get
pregnant? If that was what
Numbly, I followed her advice, adjusted my bra, noticing my
breasts had red marks from Simon's large fingers, and
walked to the wardrobe. I was sure I walked in an ungainly
manner as I was not at all used to the feel of my new body,
the different centre of gravity, the way my legs moved
inwards and the constant movement of my breasts. I also
found my long hair constantly rustling in my ears to be a
trifle irritating.
A grey dress was hanging in the wardrobe and I slipped it
on over my head.
"Remove the stockings," she said, "they clash with the
dress. You'll find some cosmetics and hairbrush so you can
make yourself a little presentable. You don't have time to
wash, I know you probably feel like it but you can't."
I was frozen inside but I was also amazed at how I easily
applied the make up, brushed my hair and made myself look a
whole lot better. Shoes with a small heel were on the floor
and I put them on.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked quietly when I finished.
"I can't keep you here," Shelia said. "I can't risk that so
I've arranged a new life for you. Simon has the car out the
back."
Slowly, still in a stupor and uncomfortable in the new
body, a body that still hurt from the brutal rape Simon had
inflicted on me, I followed Shelia through dark tunnels. At
a door, she turned to face me.
"Ankita, no one knows about you except Simon and I. I
suggest you don't do anything stupid as although you may
not realise it now, you need us."
I fully intended to scream for the police the moment we
emerged but I just nodded. "Of course."
"I'm not stupid, Ankita," she said. "You probably intend to
call out but ask yourself this. Do you think the police
will believe you in that body when you say you're Allan
Robertson? Then, they'll want to know who you are and you
have no identification, no proof and no money. I'd be very
careful or you could end up in gaol."
She was right, I had no choice. "I understand," I said
coldly in that strange voice and I followed her into the
lane where a black car was waiting, motor idling. I sat in
the back in silence with Shelia while Simon drove, the dark
streets flying by.
Finally, the car pulled up in front of a large house.
"Here," she said handing me a purse. "You have
identification in there, some other information and a
little money. You have a job in that house as a
housekeeper. It's better than nothing and they're expecting
you."
"But..." I started and she waved me quiet.
"It's all there is, Ankita," she said earnestly. "It's a
new beginning. What else can you do except prostitution?
I'm sure you don't want that! You've been reborn, make the
most of it."
"Why can't I stay with you?" I asked in a plaintive voice I
immediately hated.
"You are unexplainable. I've done the best I can and you
have to build a history, a life. Remember the alternative
was death, Emily and Steve don't want any reminders."
I nodded slowly and opened the door. "I don't know if I'll
make it," I said quietly, "I don't know what to do."
"Do what is natural, listen to yourself. Simon, get the
bag." Simon opened the boot and placed a suitcase on the
pavement. "There are clothes in there for you. Good luck."
"Yeah," I said, walking clumsily to the suitcase.
"Ankita?" she called.
"Yes?"
Shelia looked a little uncomfortable. "The revenge wasn't
as good as I thought it would be. Just thought you should
know that. I guess I'm sorry." She waved goodbye slowly,
her face pale and the car drove off, leaving me in front of
the dark house, before my future.
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