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Evil Magic World 8 - Twin trouble Macho, macho, macho man... This old tune was made to measure for him! Miles was a real macho. In his childhood, he had been frequently naked with his twin sister, Tiffany. He had always been the leader in all their games, having something more between the legs. In their early age, the girl had been jealous of him and had often asked to have one... for birthday or Christmas! It always amused their parents, James and Mary. Miles was turning 7 when they realized their gender difference and he found marvelous to be on the "right" side of the fence. At 12, they were separated at school. As his scholarship went on normally, with math, physics and so on, Tiffany, like all the girls, had her studies focused more especially on housekeeping, dressing and make-up. At 13, they had their first sex lesson. It was destined to make everything clear about the sexual organs. They were told about reproduction. Miles discovered the word "sperm" on this occasion and wondered how it felt to spurt his semen into a girl. On the other side, Tiffany and most of the other girls were having a hard time at the thought of being penetrated. At 15, the twins had reached puberty and their studies included real sex lessons from now. They also discovered the rules applying to teenagers and it was not a good new to them. From now, their progress would be controlled during several exams and their results would immediately affect their orientation. Miles wanted to be a scientist, so he had to pass his exams with flying colors. If he failed, he would be re-oriented in a less pleasant job. More failure would have a dramatic implication: He would be sentenced as incompetent and be turned into a woman, would have no better possibility than to marry a man, bear children and keep the house clean. For Tiffany, things were a lot worse. She, too, had exams to pass and bad results would induce some punishment. More failure and she would be declared incompetent to serve as a woman and she would be turned into a slave. Needless to say that those threats made the teenagers very motivated! Surprisingly, the twins proved to be skilled and clever in their studies. They were hard at work, of course, but had not to exhaust themselves to have good results. Professors were proud of them and, at 17, Tiffany was proposed a challenge, which was exceptional. She was proposed to take additional and personal lessons, to make her a secretary in some big company. It was an exceptional offer, for the female employees were almost always former males who had failed in their work too many times to be considered as competent. On his side, Miles results were more than promising, except for one thing: His results in sexual exams were just above average. It was not that he disliked sex, on the contrary, but he thought of him as superior, so having to learn how to please a woman felt useless. He was the one to be pleased, not the contrary. Rapidly, his reputation of male chauvinist came up and women started to despise him. But as strong as his reputation could have been, some women dated him. He was indeed very well built and attracted females like a magnet. All of them hoped for nights of torrid passion with him... He had them suck his tool dry on and on. On some rare occasion, he allowed himself to please the girl, bringing her to wonderful climaxes... but it was just on rare occasions. Women told of him as a piece of selfish shit, but always dreamed to be with him. The gossip going with his name did not bother Miles. As he was superior, he had to be envied... and he felt like an example, because some of his male friends tended to behave in the same way. At the same time, the women who told gossip on him were really jealous of Tiffany. She was gorgeous, skilled and clever... She had the best men in the area (except for her brother!) and even some Nobles took interest in her. Tiffany spent almost all her nights outside the house, in some luxurious mansion... Her destiny was becoming clear. She would work in some great company, marry a rich man...Yes, women were jealous of her! One year later, they celebrated their 18th birthday. The twins had rent a vast hall and gave a party to remember. Little they could have known that in the invited guests, some were already plotting their fall from grace... Yes... Dancing among the guests, some people of both genders were making projects for the twin. They had several "good" reasons to act. Jealousy was the most important. The twins had really too much success and it could not be tolerated! On the other hand, there were also two older people there, one male and one female, who had real reasons to fear the twins. Those two people feared for their jobs, as they had average results and had heard diffuse rumors about to be replaced by the twins. And replacement was not a good thing, for it meant a change of status: The man would be turned into a female and would work as a secretary and the woman would be simply turned into a slave and end up servicing some awful master or mistress. Days went by... Miles and Tiffany had resumed their normal activities. Despite his cleverness, Miles had now to woks harder to maintain his level of results. The same applied for his sister. In reality, their teachers had been "convinced" to give them harder work and the twins, who had been warned about that decision, had to take it as a challenge. Due to their studies, they had little time to see each other. After six months, Miles had made an exploit. Not only he had assimilated the knowledge of his current class, but he had also came to the level of the current students of the next! With congratulations, he was allowed to jump to the next class. On her side, Tiffany had managed to cope with the extra pressure, which she was under. She had acquired the basic skills required in her future works as a secretary: Tape writing, knowledge of the different computer softwares she would have to use... Tiffany was now improving her abilities in accurate accountancy. Every secretary had in charge to grant satisfaction to her superiors, but Tiffany had no problem with that. She had acquired an almost perfect technique in lovemaking, controlling her orifices to provide maximum stimulation, as for her partner than for herself. Somewhere in another district of the town, some teeth grinded and harsher decisions were taken. A week before their 19th birthday, the twins received separately a letter. Each one was told about a birthday present awaiting them, which they could collect "at the following address", on the next day. The addresses were different for Miles and Tiffany, but were located near the Nobles district. Miles was just intrigued by the unexpected letter, but decided to pick up the parcel in the evening. Tiffany, more emotive, felt infantile excitation run trough her and decided to collect her present on the next morning. Class started only in the afternoon, so her morning was free. After a voluptuous night, for she had a hot date with a friend, Tiffany woke up at 9. A quick shower after, she had a smart breakfast with her friend, then she dressed herself, applied some make-up and headed to the mysterious address. It was two kilometers from her current location, but Tiffany liked to walk, even in her current high-heeled shoes. It helped to keep her in shape, after all! And what a shape, as she felt lustfully or jealously looked at. She eventually ended her walk before a large building, owned by a transport company. "Your goods delivered in one day all around the world!" claimed the advert on the door. Tiffany came in, presented her letter at the receptionist, a good looking woman. Tiffany was told to wait a minute, for it was a special gift and that the manager would like to meet her. Tiffany happily obliged and, after less than ten minutes of waiting, she was greeted by a tall and muscular man. Into his office, the manager made Tiffany feel at ease. He congratulated her for being so beautiful and clever. He had heard about her and wondered if she would consider working with him. As the conversation went on, Tiffany was offered a glass of a pink mixture, which seemed a little pasty, but tasted wonderful. A few minutes later, she felt more at ease and really relaxed before this man. At a moment, she was replying to a question when the words mixed up in her mouth. Articulating was becoming more and more difficult. Nervously, she found that voluntary moves were harder by the second. Alarmed, she looked at the man, which was staring with interest at her. "... Feel ... funny ... can't ... mmmm" "Don't worry, girl... It's just the relaxant mixed with you drink. As you will discover very soon, you will find yourself unable to move or speak in the slightest, but you will stay lucid and aware of what's happening. But I have a lot work to do, so don't mind if I put an end to this appointment." Tiffany was scared and wanted to shout for help, but could only whimper a faint "mmmm" that last just a few seconds, before she could not voice anything at all. Wide eyed, she watched as the manager keyed something on his computer. Less than a minute later, a man entered the room by a backdoor. Without care, Tiffany was put on his shoulder, like an inert parcel. In another room, she was unceremoniously undressed and left naked on a sofa as the man went out. Her frantic mind desperately searched for a way to move her lifeless limbs, to no avail. Only her eyes could tell the fear she felt. Another man came in and she was carried into a room fitted with plenty of equipment. Tiffany understood that something awful was awaiting her. She was placed into a sort of bathtub. The man cared to position her head so that, when the bathtub was filled with a lukewarm liquid, it stopped at the neck and did not come in contact with her long blond hair. The liquid made her skin tingle and, after about ten minutes, it was pumped away, replaced by another solution, which soothed the tingling. Tiffany had no time to appreciate the moment, for she was already picked up. She found herself laid on a gynecological table. Efficiently, her feet and knees were put in the stirrups and she felt her legs being spread wide, as if squatting, displaying her orifices. In her position, she could only stare at the white ceiling. Suddenly, something slippery was pushed inside her rectum! It came in her in no moment, filling her to capacity. She would have screamed from the penetration, for if she was accustomed to be sodomized, it had never happened so quickly and with such a big plug. A catheter was inserted in her urethra and a dildo followed inside her vagina. It was a wide and long dildo. The devices were then locked in her with a metallic chastity belt, fitted tightly around her waist and between her thighs. Tiffany could feel connections made between the belt and her invaders. Around the waist, the belt was at least 20 centimeters large and something was protruding in the small of her back, for if pushed her upward. Tiffany's face was red from humiliation. In all her life, she never had been treated in such a degrading way. The worse was probably that the man was obviously preparing her as if she was an object. There was no speech from him. Just efficiency. The chastity belt locked in place, Tiffany was released from the stirrups holding her legs and then was turned face down. She felt her arms being moved behind her and suddenly, something started to slide around them, encasing them. Despite the fact that she never had been bound before, her knowledge included these things and she realized that she was being fitted with a single glove. She was right. The man was an expert, but it took him at least twenty minutes to weld Tiffany's arms in a single column. At the end of the manipulation, Tiffany's elbows were touching and the strain was tremendous. Straps ran from one side the neck to under the opposite shoulder, forming a perfect X above her breasts. If the leather sheath had been somewhat loose at the beginning, the lacing had made it tight as a second skin. Having studied bondage techniques during her free time, just in case of, Tiffany knew for sure that escape was impossible from such an effective device. She felt surprised to discover that fear heightened her reasoning capacities. Where another stupid girl would have been loosing her nerves in terrors and incomprehension, she analyzed perfectly what was happening. She had been chosen to become a slave of some kind, that was clear. In her current state, the relaxant making her body as limp as a rag doll, made futile any thought of escape. Second point. Tiffany's thoughts were disturbed as a metallic device was positioned above her. Unable to see what it was, her mind tensed in anticipation. A hand grabbed her right ankle and a cold and large manacle closed itself in a snug fit. Rapidly, another snug manacle went over the right knee. This one would prevent efficiently any attempt of using that joint. Another one was fastened around the upper thigh, so high that it almost interfered with the crotch plate of the chastity belt. The same procedure applied to her left leg, spreading them in a V. Her bound arms were next, as a rattling chain connected to the leather sheath, painfully stretching them upward. Something was done to the waist belt, as Tiffany was slightly shifted and positioned in line for something to engage through some hole of the belt in the small of her back. Another metallic restraint came next. The wide band was fastened above her breasts and over the shoulder blades. It was connected to a device that went through the gap of the sheath, below the neck. Tiffany realized that she was in fact being inexorably bound to a metal frame, which would soon hold her in suspension. The man next unfastened the chain stretching her arms. Grabbing her wrists, he slid them through a hole located just above the connection between the chastity belt and the frame. The wrists engaged, he just had to add small manacles at each side, so that they would be locked in place. It had the side effect of adding tension to Tiffany's spine, making it arch backward. Suddenly, Tiffany felt a sharp prick on her right ass cheek! Something unknown was injected into her! Then the man came on her head and fitted a metallic band, encircling her forehead. Then he tilted the head backward and connected the strap to the frame, locking it in position. Tiffany would not be able to turn her head in any direction, condemned to look strait forward. As he was doing this, Tiffany sensed with a little relief that the relaxant was starting to wear off. She could at least send nervous signals to her limbs. It applied to her jaws, to and she opened the mouth in slow motion, to help the relaxant wear off. To her horror, she discovered that the man waited just for that! Inserting a dentist jaw spreader, he locked her mouth wide open! Tiffany would have shouted her discomfort, but her could just voice a faint whisper. Taking a pair of pliers, the man grabbed her tongue and pulled it out as far as it would go. A vice-like device was next applied. It was like a bit gag, fastened around the extended tongue. Tiffany was now emitting low grunts and trying to fight the horror pining the tongue like that. The pliers were removed and Tiffany's eyes grew even wider when she saw the next item the man produced. A pierce gun! Still in slow motion, due to the relaxant, she fought as best as she could to retract her tongue, but it was held fast. Swiftly, showing absolutely no emotion, the man pierced her tongue and inserted an eyelet. Tiffany screamed her best when the piercing occurred, but discovered with relief that the pain was greatly numbed by the relaxant. The operation done, the bit holding the tongue was taken away. The man produced next a rubber tubing. Tiffany had no time to wonder what it was, for it was already sliding down her throat! The gag reflex still numb by the relaxant, it went through easily, but it was not a pleasant experience at all. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, now. But the man was not finished. He produced the most ominous gag Tiffany had ever been told of. It was made of rubber. It had a hole for the tubing to fit. A slot under the hole told nothing good. She could not see the front of the gag, for the man was already at work. The tube was fitted to the gag, allowing to force feed into her stomach. As he pushed the gag inside her wide open mouth, Tiffany had no other choice than to slide her pierced tongue inside the slot. With one hand, the man fumbled a moment with the jaw spreader, taking it off. Immediately, the gag was pushed completely inside her mouth, keeping it wide open, but completely sealed! To her horror, something engaged through the eyelet of her tongue with a light click. Tiffany's teeth nestled in the rubber pads as if it had been a dental brace. The process had taken less than three minutes. The minor low grunts she emitted were not a limitation of the relaxant anymore. These were all the noise she could produce from now. Meanwhile, her limbs had revived more than partially and she was now testing the limits of her bondage. As she had expected, Tiffany could make almost no movement at all. Except for her feet, she seemed to be welded to the frame. The gagging done, the man went out of her sight. Suddenly, she felt the frame rise, lifting her 30 centimeters above the table she was resting. Then the man did something and her legs closed together. A clicking sound after, Tiffany was reduced to a column of bound and almost silent femininity. The man had finished the preparation and Tiffany soon was maneuvered over a trolley, on which she landed. Then the man rolled her through several corridors and entered a large shed filled with activity. In her restricted field of vision, Tiffany saw workers busied to pack some bondage equipment... Others were collecting parcels on a pallet for shipping... In shock, she saw a heavy restrained woman being put in a crate... and she understood that she, too, was about to be shipped away! The man rolled her to a big container. Around it were several workers, who immediately took her bound form in charge. One opened the container's doors and two others lifted the frame. What Tiffany saw devastated her. Inside the container were already several women, hold in the same way as her. Tubes were connected to all their openings and it meant only one thing: They were in for a long travel inside this container. Each girl was stored at mid height, the tubes disappearing inside a large metal case above and had a tin trunk screwed on the floor under her. Rapidly, Tiffany's frame was screwed on a free rack. Ignoring the muffled protests filling the container, the workers fastened dangling tubes to her gag, crotch and back. They let her struggle for a moment and operated the mobile parts of the frame, stretching the girl, leaving her only able to move her feet and eyes, save from little muscle contraction. As they went out, another man came, put something in the trunk below Tiffany and went out, closing the doors, leaving the girls to sob and moan in the darkness. The same evening, Miles was having a good talk with the manager of the company he had been advised to collect his parcel. The company proved to be specialized in female enhancement, so he was a little mistaken. Here, women (who could afford it) could have alterations made to their bodies. Bigger and more sensitive breasts were common things. But Miles wondered what on earth could be considered as a present for him in such a place. In the manager's office, Miles had been offered a glass of Whisky and was listening politely to the compliments pouring like rain. The manager was offering him a job in the research department. As the conversation went on, Miles started to feel light-headed and relaxed, as Tiffany had felt before. Soon, he, too, was completely mute and unable to move. The manager gave him no explanation. Taking his phone, he called someone to pick up Miles and to process him. Within two minutes, two men came in with a wheelchair. Miles was put on it and taken to a medical looking place. He was laid on an operating table and shortly after the staff came in. "OK... Another conversion... What does his card say? Mmmm... Complete female conversion... Blonde... 40DDD breasts? My, this one will have to wear concrete bras, even with the anti sagging option... Sensitivity... 30x? Certainly, this man is not there voluntarily... Someone must want him to become a brainless bimbo... Let's see the crotch... Bingo! Ultra erogenous clitoris and vagina... 50x! Pfooo! Must be very strong willed to deserve a 50x! I think that's the first I process at 50x! How about, Number two?" "Yeah right, sir. The more you did is a 35x six months ago for this jeweler." "Ah... Still have a good memory... He had caught that thief in the act and asked us to turn him into a real fuck toy. Thank you, Number two. Number three, have you got the pictures?" "Yes, sir and the model is already entered in the morphing computer." "All right... Display in on the screen, please... Thank you. Hmmm... Most definitely a gorgeous body... Besides, I think that her frame is a little too weak to hold such breasts without a bra... Can you ask the manager about it?" "At the moment, sir... Hello? Mister? This is Number Three in Lab 2 speaking... Number one has an observation made about the subject frame... Too weak in regard of the breasts... Do you allow corrections to be made? Oh, not much... About 10 to 20 per cent... Yes, it would indulge vertebral damage at medium term... Reduce a cup size? Yes, it would be in the tolerance... Thank you, Mister. Sir? The manager allows reducing the breasts to 40DD." "Great! A bimbo like this one will spend a lot of time showing her tits and I bet that she will be grateful not to have them hurting her back... All right! Let's go to work, men!" Miles was wild with fear and anger. Someone had tricked him into this situation. Adding two and two, it could only be a vicious and influent girl... but it did not matter already. He had considered women like fuck holes all his life and he was going to become just one! Fear decupling his will, he almost succeeded in contracting a muscle, but he could not do better. Meanwhile, the staff had gone to work. The humming of high energy grew louder as the final steps engaged. Suddenly, he felt whole his body start to vibrate, assaulted by some evil energy. Miles wanted to scream, but could just stay still. Then a horrible feeling happened. He felt a swelling on his chest, as breast tissues started to form. A sensation was also giving him concern at crotch level. Whole his organs were morphing at the same time, inexorably. His sensitiveness too was increasing. Lost in terror, he thought of going mad. Clouds formed before his eyes and he felt a growing sensation of falling. Distantly, snatches of conversations came to him. "Sir... She is fainting... charge... too much..." "... expected... mega bimbo... deliver... twin sister... harbour..." And all went black. The next hour, the new body of Miles acted like a fuse. When Miles started to regain consciousness, he had almost no time to realize his surrounding, or what was done to him. His new female sensitivity simply made him black out. He would never remember the transport to the expedition company... only vague memories of his preparation would remain. Miles came back to his senses with a shock. Immediately, unknown sensations assaulted his body, making him scream as he recalled his forced feminization. Only a faint grunt came through the gag filling his mouth however. An awfully pleasurable feeling radiated from his crotch. Miles realized that he was impaled with a dildo of some kind. Against his will, his new vagina was already pulsating around it, sending waves of pleasure. His back hole was filled too and he could not prevent to contract around the butt plug, fighting the slight pain induced by the stretching. A strange weight pulled at his chest and induced incredible sensations. Trying to move away from the intruders, Miles discovered the severity of his bondage and could not suppress a moan of desperation. He got several moans in answer, sign of the women bound in the dark pit he was locked into. Suddenly, a wave of passion rose from his sex and engulfed his whole being, during like an eternity. As it slowly drained away, Miles understood that he had experienced his first female orgasm. In the darkness, he could not see the bound form of his sister, just before him. Drained by the power of the climax, Miles struggled feebly in his frame. Unknown to him, Miles had been treated exactly in the same way as Tiffany. Stretched in the frame, he had absolutely no possibility to move in the slightest, except his feet. Energy came back after a moment, allowing him to develop all his strength. But his feminine shape was weak and he quickly lost all hope of breaking free by himself. But his suddenly became aware of the building need in his body. He had never felt such a demanding feeling... Arousal... Feminine arousal... If the man who had supervised his transformation had been right, his sexual response were so high that, compared to him, a nymphomaniac could have been considered frigid. What had he said... Yes! Miles eyes widened in disbelief at thee thought! His breasts were supposed to bring 30 times more stimulation than a normal woman! And worse, his clitoris and vagina 50 times! But thinking ability rapidly faded away. Despite the fear, Miles tried to concentrate in order to avoid the sensations of his body, but there was absolutely no escape from them. The sexual craving he now felt obliterated his thoughts with primal urge and developed literally a mind of its own. His vagina was on overdrive, pulsating feverishly and his breasts begged to be touched, adding an awfully stimulating touch of frustration. In a minute, Miles was moaning in passion. Suddenly, the intruders filling him jumped to life, sending powerful vibrations in his abdomen. His brain became a sponge, absorbing the pleasure flooding into his body, attacking his very soul. Orgasm went fast, explosion of pure pleasure. At this time, he would have given anything to be able to move. The power of his orgasm had no way to evacuate and bounced in his body, extending its duration. In the blackness, Miles saw stars and fainted again after a ultimate moan that, if not gagged, would have been an ear-piercing scream of ecstasy. As the other girls, Tiffany had evidently fought her restrains with all her strength, but had quickly discovered the futility of any attempt, succeeded in only becoming exhausted. She had sobbed in desperation, fought again... fruitlessly. At some time, light exploded in the container as its doors were opened. Ignoring the muffled pleads for mercy, the workers installed a new inmate and went away. After what seemed like an eternity, Tiffany felt herself becoming aroused against her will. The dildos were inert, but she could do nothing else than to feel their presence. A girl had been racked behind her and Tiffany heard her moan in obvious pleasure and it added to her own growing desire. Suddenly, a sort of vibration ran from the tube connected to her gag, then she felt something pouring in her stomach. It went on and on, filling her. The sensation of hungriness thirst disappeared, but it still kept coming. Soon she really had enough and bit down the gag as much as she could, hoping to stop the flow. No point. Tiffany felt like exploding when it mercifully stopped. She had little time to rest, as the dildos switched on, forcibly taking her to climax. Tiffany had never been in bondage before and being stimulated in this contraption was a horrible thing. She moaned and sobbed all the way, but it did not ease anything. After les than a quarter of hour, she had an awfully unwanted orgasm, which left her completely drained. After a long moment, the fullness in her stomach had faded, or rather migrated to her neither regions. She had to go to the toilet! Suddenly, her need to pee disappeared gradually. Tiffany remembered the catheter and realized that she had just been emptied. Then a sudden gush of liquid erupted in her intestine, amplifying her discomfort. An enema! She never had been subject to enema before and found this humiliating beyond words. Plus, it gave horrible cramps and she could not reject anything due to the dildo. It was really a hard time and it kept going during half an hour. Then, to her relief, Tiffany felt a sucking motion and her bowel was emptied. The procedure repeated for three times. Unknown to her, the computerized system monitoring the girls made sure that the enema came out clear at the end of the procedure. Each girl had to endure the same procedure: Feeding, climax and one hour after feeding, enema. The nourishment was made with a mixture, which was digested in a few minutes, so the girls would feel very full before the cleansing occurred. Each girl was also processed one after the other, so there were almost constantly groans of discomfort in the container, as it imprisoned 20 women. Outside, the workers had charged the container on a truck. Less than an hour later, it was on the docks, loaded on a medium sized freighter. The boat cast off the morning after, for a three week travel. Three weeks... Time mean nothing for the bound women, in the darkness of their confinement. The routine was always the same, their only distraction being some distant shocks, far outside, indications of life outside their prison. During this time, Miles had come a little to terms with his new gender. Not a lot, but he could now bear the orgasms without fainting. Despite the other girls stored in there, the dildos in his orifices, even switched off, induced great climaxes. With his super amplified sensitivity, he had to climax very often. During the first days, it had been almost continuous. Now, he could rest of four or five minutes before his pussy urged him to orgasm. When the enemas came, he still had troubles not to faint. In these moments, the sensations were simply too much. The cargo reached its destination at last. It stopped in an island and was unloaded. The containers were stored in different warehouses, depending on their contents. One container received special interest. It was taken to a small area of a warehouse. Once there, lights dimmed and workers opened the doors, revealing the bound girls inside. After such a time in utter darkness, the dim light was like daggers in the eyes of the girls. Both of them sobbed with relief, for their current torment was reaching its end. In their state, neither of them thought about what would come next. The only thing they wanted was to get out of these horrible frames. After five minutes, spent to let the women adjust to light, the workers went to work. Mobile racks were brought in and, one by one, each girl was extracted from the container and locked again on one rack. They were rolled between some corridors and finally arrived in a vast room. The workers aligned the racks in a single row and left. A few minutes after, a door opened and a tall woman stepped in. Her appearance induced moans of fear, for she was dressed as a dominatrix. Authority radiated around her like armor. "Welcome, ladies! Let me introduce myself. I am Mistress Darla, master huntress of the Green Castle. I am in charge of greeting you to the Island of Fantasies. You are to be our guests for a long time from now. Let me tell you that in fact, you will never leave this island. At least, not as human beings. Well... This island is made for the entertainment of the Masters and Mistress invited to spend some time there. Three teams are made and are given colors. Black, Green and Silver. We call our game "The Pussy Trap". Its rules are simple: At the end of the game, the team with the most slaves wins the slaves of the other teams. So now you will be put under sleep and you will wake up in a village, with other girls like you. Sleep tight and have fun!" The girls had no time to assimilate their fate. Already, they were feeling sleepy. In a minute, all of them were asleep. Tiffany groggily woke up in a bed. She found the surrounding completely alien to her. Then she remembered. The capture, the container... With a start, she jumped out of the bed and stormed at the window. She got the view of a place, surrounded with stone buildings... All seemed at peace. Women walked there, all dressed only in lingerie. Realizing that she was nude, standing for all to see, she quickly backed out of view. She had to dress. Luckily, a wardrobe was there, with she tentatively opened. There were just a few lingerie items in there at least. But they were all made of latex. There were toys, too. Dildos, plugs, gags... Even two chastity belts with built in plugs! Tiffany gasped in surprise. Turning back, she discovered that even the bed she had slept in was covered with sheets of rubber. Although she was familiar with this material, she did not really liked the way it clung to the skin. Further exploration showed no more clothes to wear, so, with a sigh, Tiffany resigned to dress in latex. Surprisingly, the lingerie fit her perfectly. Her measurements must have been taken while she was asleep... In a minute, Tiffany had slipped into a G-string and had put on a 3/4 cup bra. As there were no shoes in there, she stepped out of the room with bare feet. As she was closing the door, Tiffany saw an Asian woman approaching. She was dressed only in latex lingerie, like herself. "Hello... I am Kumiko. You must be Tiffany, don't you?" "Yes, I am Tiffany. How do you know my name?" "Well... Come into your room... You'll better sit down to hear what I have to tell." Tiffany went back into her room and sat obediently on the bed. Kumiko sat beside her, with a sad look on her face. Taking Tiffany's hand in hers, she spoke. "Well... it's about your brother..." "What about my brother... And how do you know I have one?" "He is there... or I rather say She is there..." "What the hell... I don't understand a word of what you say... Speak clearly, please!" "He has been abducted like you... they have turned him into a woman and he has been sent there with you. He is one of the girls you were brought in!" "What the... No, you must be kidding!" "No, I assure you... She told me herself... She gave me a good description and asked me to find you." "Heavens! Miles, a girl... Oh, my god! That's impossible... He will go insane... I must see him! Where is he? " "Follow me, I'll show you the way... But there's more..." "What on earth could be more... He is one the worst macho in the world and you tell me that he has been turned into a woman!" "Yes, but he has undergone some modifications..." "Modifications? What modification?" "They wanted to punish him for been so crude... So they made her body so sensitive that she is compelled so climax several times an hour..." While conversing, they had arrived in front of a door. Sounds of a woman having sex were audible. With trembling legs, Tiffany opened the door and discovered what had become of her former brother. Three women were in the room. One laid on the bed, partially covered by the two others, busied in pleasing her. The first one was obviously eating the offered pussy and caressing the tights. The other woman spared no effort on the breasts, kneading them with her hands and alternatively using her mouth on the erect nipples. The scene was torrid in eroticist, but Tiffany remembered at once hat it was her brother and felt sorry for him. Miles was visibly approaching orgasm and came strongly under the two women's ministrations. The two women went out of the bed and Tiffany discovered the petite blonde Miles had become. She was apparently floating in a haze, still in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her eyes were wet with tears and Tiffany felt her own eyes watering too. As Miles saw his sister, his sobs went twice. Tiffany could not take her eyes from the cartoon like shape her brother had been turned into. His petite frame was surely no more than 1,40 meter and would not weight more than 35 or 40 kilograms... With glass hour waist and oversized breasts, he dripped sensuality, like some mythic elf. However, his breasts size would make them hard to handle. Tiffany was 1,70m high with 38DD breasts. She practiced a little sport activities, but disliked the way her chest bounced and wobbled, even with sport bras. She had no doubt that Miles would have serious problems to cope with his own bust, even when standing. Slowly, Tiffany sat on the bed, which, as hers, was covered with latex sheets. "My poor brother... I'm so sorry for you... What have they done with you..." "Please, Tiff! Help me... This body is pure hell! I can't stop myself... How can women stand this... I don't want such pleasure... I'm a man! I want my body back! Please! Oh no! It's coming again! I don't want the arousal! Oh... My god... It's so strong... I can't resist..." Miles hands were already on his sex and breasts. He went into incoherent babble, trying to plead for help and desperate sights and moans of mixed arousal and pleasure. The two girls went back on him and Kumiko gently took Tiffany out of the room. "She woke us this morning. Generally, when they are brought in from the harbor, newcomers sleep two days long. It helps to evacuate the stress of the travel. But your brother woke briefly after having been put to bed. I was in the next room and when I came, she was fondling her breasts and crotch while crying. I called for help and we helped her climax. She had a few minutes to speak coherently before she went aroused again. It took seven hours to understand what had been done to her. In summary, as I already told you, she has been captured and transformed into this shape, with amplified sensitivity and sent there. But the most awful thing is that they made her breasts 30 times more sensitive than a normal woman and her sex 50 times. Her sexual response is terribly high, so we decided to help her the only way we could. Two girls stay with her and help her climax." Tiffany was speechless, too stunned to find any word. Rare were the women who would not have wanted to receive more sensations from her female parts, but there... With such sensitivity, the body would be so compelling that the victim would be reduced to a living and insatiable fuck toy. What on earth could Miles have done to deserve such a punishment? At this thought, she felt anger rise. The bastards! They deserved to be placed in the same situation to understand what horror they had done! "The sons of bitches! We were no threat for anyone! And they did this to us! They must pay! We've got to go back home! We'll find them and they will regret to be born!" "I'm very sorry to say that, but believe me, there's no way out of this place. I think that you should come with me, so I can brief you life around there. This island is full of horrible things and you must learn a lot if you don't want to end up in predicaments worse than death." At these words, Tiffany's hearth turned to ice. She silently followed Kumiko through the stairs. Her previous ordeal in the container was coming back in mind, cold showering her anger, turning it to fear. In one way or another, they had fallen in the clutch of Masters and Mistresses, that is to say in very deep shit. On TV, she had seen numerous reports of those perverted sadists having their ways on some poor slaves and the simple thought of been caught herself turned her knees to jelly. They could do absolutely anything to her, limited only by their imagination. And above all, Tiffany knew that when slaves ceased to bring satisfaction, they were gotten rid of, turning them into objects. Tiffany and Kumiko had entered a library, filled with computers and books. Kumiko went to a shelf, filled with hundreds of the same booklet. She took one and gave it to Tiffany. It was titled "Island of Fantasies - Survival guide". Then Kumiko sat before a computer and asked Tiffany to join her. "The booklet I gave you is the most important one. You must read and assimilate it as soon as you can. It describes the rules applying there and the traps you can fall into. Let me explain a few things about the rules. Here, in the village, we are all safe. At maximum, capacity, 200 women can live there. The island is divided in several areas. The first is the village. There, you will find all the necessary thing to satisfy you needs. The widest area is the game zone. It covers most of the island and is full of traps. The castle and harbor areas are located at the four cardinal points. Consider these areas as lethal and you will still be under the truth. There's one exception with the harbor, but I'll tell you later." For an hour, a now very scared Tiffany was told about the island. As all newcomers, she had four months to develop her skills before being eligible for the game, which consisted in slave hunting. The Masters and Mistresses elected a bunch of women, teleported them randomly in the game area and went on chase, without their magical gems. They had to capture the women with the help of special weapons, limited in charge. The game ended when all women had reached the safety of the village, or had been captured. When less than 100 women remained after a game, new ones were ordered all around he world and were delivered by boat. The game zone was a wild area, spreading around the ancient eroded volcano, which had made the island. The volcano had been in sleep for ages and the crater was completely filled with water, creating a vast lake. Springs gushed out fissures in the rock, creating torrents and small rivers, running to the sea. One of these rivers crossed the village, providing fresh water and supplying the pool. Traps of several kinds were spread all around the game zone. Some were designed to capture a woman and hold her till the arrive of a Master and others were far worse, as some plants used females for reproduction or feeding! Some other plants provided nectar to feed a hungry woman, but it had to be done carefully. Those plants grew flowers with a giant nipple surrounded by a crown of petals of changing colors and the nectar had different effects depending on the colors (the code of colors was in the book). When a woman took a sip of the nectar, it could change the colors of the petals. By mistake, one could take a wrong sip and be subjected to side effects. The prime effect was to energize the body, erasing hunger, thirst and tiredness. For a fleeing woman, it was very important. But the side effects were designed to be handicapping. Some amplified the sexual needs to unbearable level, making the victim masturbate uncontrollably for a random duration. Others made the breasts grow so much that walking would become either difficult, or impossible, for a random duration too. Other combined the two effects, etc... "Keep in mind that if you are in the game zone and you discover a trapped woman, you must not help her. You would succeed only in having you trapped too." Kumiko gave precious advises and Tiffany was thankful. The Asian girl illustrated every description she made by showing pictures on the computer. Tiffany was particularly shocked when she saw the picture of a desperate woman, kneeling in a forest, embracing her over developed breasts, obviously trying to get them off the ground. Each was bigger than a Halloween pumpkin! "You realize now what you have to do from now... you must go in the game zone with one of our experimented friend, to learn every place of this area, how to identify the traps and located them. You must also learn stealth, how to move in silence and be undetectable." Tiffany was then shown the village. The building she was in was the hotel, where all resident could sleep. The others houses were designed for different purposes. There were sport installations, so that the women could train themselves physically. A vast building was used for meetings and conferences, equipped with a large screen and multimedia devices, very useful to share the discovery of new traps. A large house was designed for sexual entertainment, with plenty of machines. There, the women could improve their sexual skills and gain a lot of pleasure. "We will transport your brother there, soon. She will progressively learn to cope with her body. If it can make you feel a little better, she probably won't be elected in four month. They prefer combative preys and your brother won't meet these standards before long." As the evening came, they went to eat in the restaurant. Tiffany met plenty of other unfortunate companions. She observed that none of them wore no more clothe than latex lingerie. She was surprised to see some girls fitted with a chastity belt. As she made the remark, Kumiko explained that they had only lingerie to wear. The chastity belts were worn for training, because some flowers used tendrils to penetrate their victims. They could rip the panties off, but no locked chastity belt. The devious thing was that every chastity belt was fit with two irremovable plugs, so the girls had to train themselves running equipped with such devices. Some women even used some gags when going to the game zone, to prevent mouth penetration. "Each new game is scheduled two days in advance, so the selected girls can get prepared." Wondering why every girl around was bare feet, Tiffany was told that, too, was training. They had shoes of all kind at disposal, but they had to train in walking bare foot, in case of loosing a shoe during the game. After diner, Kumiko and Tiffany walked back to Tiffany's room. Once there, Kumiko gently helped her new friend to go to bed. Tiffany was mentally exhausted, but asked one last question. "Kumiko... How can you keep the will to live in such condition... I mean... You are trapped there, without any hope of rescue... you have to fight for you freedom and you know that sooner or later, you will be caught and turned into a slave. Have you never considered suicide?" "Well... Yes... We both have considered suicide... But we simply can't. This damned island is under magic spells, you see... No girl can end up her days. For example, you might ask me to strangle you... If I did so, you would suffocate for a minute, then discover that you don't have the need to breathe. If you jump from the roof of this building, you'll crash on the ground, of course. But you'll wake up undamaged a few moments later. I personally did such an attempt, you know... In this island, you can hurt yourself, it always heals in seconds." Tiffany heard no more. She was already asleep. When she woke up, after a restful night, Kumiko was entering the room. They kissed friendly and Tiffany immediately asked about her brother. He had been transported to the entertainment house and had slept a little. With that, Kumiko watched as Tiffany dressed and they walked away to have their lunch. The first day of Miles in the village had been hard. Hell could have been a better word. Woken up by an incommensurable arousal, he had found himself lying on a bed, without any restraint. Immediately, he did what he had longed for so long during the travel. He groped his breasts, hoping to relieve the arousal he felt there. Then his hands had acted with a mind of their own, acting by reflex, trying to satisfy his primal urges. Orgasm had come in a moment, diluting his soul in female pleasure. Then he had started to cry. Long, racking sobs shook his body and in no moment, the simple motion of his heaving chest had made the arousal come back. He had called for help several times, as his body took control and started masturbating feverishly again. Suddenly, a woman had erupted in the room, a look of concern on her face. Lost in arousal and pleasure, he had heard her call for help and, a few moments later, two girls had came. It did not take a long time for them to understand his situation and they had joined him. Miles would never forget the first contact of a tongue with his clitoris. It had been pure heaven! He had exploded in pure lust, shaking his body, abandoning himself in the ocean of passion he was drowning. When he had recovered, the humiliation of his situation had impacted, making him fall in tears. The women had soothed him for hours, helping him as soon as the arousal came back. Then he had been able to think properly and had explained his situation. Miles remembered then the last words he had heard during his transformation and asked for his sister. The Asian woman had promised to search for her and had gone out, as arousal rocked in his body once more. The women servicing him knew what to do and did it well. He could feel their compassion for him and for the first time in his life, he had felt grateful to a woman, which distressed him more. Having recovered, he had seen Tiffany looking at him, with tears rolling down her cheeks. They watched each other in the eyes for a moment, then Tiffany had sat on the bed. He had begged her for help and arousal had shot again, engulfing his mind in its grip. When he had climaxed, the two girls were alone with him. They had told him that Tiffany had a lot of things to learn and no time to spare. They had told him about a house of entertainment, in which he could gain more control and satisfy his need every time he would have to. He would never be left alone either. He agreed, despaired to find a way to control his body. The girls had then drained him, making him climax repeatedly at least ten times in quick succession. Almost unconscious, he had felt carried away. Warm air had made him aware that they were outside, carried by six or seven women. The procession had entered a house and he had had a shock went they had went into a room, filled with sex paraphernalia. Arousal was already kicking in and he had desperately fought to conceal it, to no avail. Seeing that there was no time to waste, the girls had sat him on a comfortable chair fitted with a large vibrator. The impaling had made him wild with pleasure and it had required all their strength to prevent him from getting hurt. After this outburst, one girl had talked about strapping him to bed and it had been done. Now, evening had come and Miles was in the best condition he could have dreamed of in his current situation. He laid comfortably on a bed, with straps restraining arms and legs. His arms were along his body, slightly spread, so that he could not reach any part. With legs spread wide, his sex was aligned with a powerful fucking machine, keeping a large vibrating dildo ready to plunge inside his vagina. The base of the dildo supported a clitoral stimulator. On his breasts had been glued strong suction cups. Aligned with his wrists, the retraining strap encircled his waist, preventing him to shift position. As he had discovered quickly, the straps were necessary. On one hand, it kept his body in position to get fucked and on the other, his hands would not interfere with the process. As promised, he had never been left alone. Women always were with him, caring to ease the ordeal he was going through. One girl especially had made him realize how wrong he had been as a macho man. "You might have been the worst macho in the world, you did not deserve such a punishment. Turning you into a woman would have been quite enough. But you are part of our sisterhood, now and we will do our best to help you adjust." With that, she had kissed him, friendly at first, lightly touching his lips and, as he had responded, with more vigor, till it had become passionate. That night, he had a more restful sleep. A woman slept on a bed next to him and was immediately aware at the slightest noise coming from him. Every time he needed, she switched on the fucking machine and the suction cups, controlled them to give him the most pleasurable orgasms. She provided caresses too, making him respond at once. Inside his head, Miles was disgusted of his macho attitude. He had thought of females as raw meat and these ones had all proved to be caring, understanding, anticipating his needs and reactions. At a moment, tears of bitter regrets rolled on his cheeks. The next day, Tiffany woke up to her new life. During the night, she had taken the decision to become the most difficult these perverted bastards would ever have to deal with. She had affixed herself strict objectives to achieve. She would become a real warrior and fight the Masters and Mistresses who would dare to cross her path! But before that, she had to improve her physical skills. She sighted at she thought of herself, running bare feet, braless, with her orifices plugged and locked inside a chastity belt. But she had to be strong! So Tiffany started her training. Since the beginning, the other girls were impressed by her engagement. She exhausted herself in breathtaking runs, then went swimming till she had barely the strength to keep the head out of water. Two women had to pull her out of the pool and help her to the library. There, Tiffany studied the game zone, assimilating the maps till she knew them by hearth and could draw them with her eyes closed. On the pictures, she studied the vast range of traps and memorized the clues indicating them. She had also her own sexual needs, like all the girls. She took the habit to visit the entertainment house, to keep her techniques on top. She also opened herself to lesbian love and spent torrid night with other girls. Every week, a truck came from the harbor, full of crates containing food and other goodies. Each time, the three men in the cabin waited patiently as the women unloaded the trailer. Even them were impressed by Tiffany's energy. She was always present to work and did more than her part, as if in some competition. In three months, she had improved her strength and endurance significantly. When the truck came, whereas the other girls worked by pair to handle each crate, Tiffany did it all by herself. She was now able to run 15 kilometers long and could have done more if her chest had been less bouncy. A cold rage pushed her over and over, because since her arrival, six women had not returned from a game and two had vanished during a reconnaissance. After the first month, tutored by Kumiko, she had begun to go on reconnaissance around the game zone. Tiffany and the Asian woman had developed a strong friendship and met as often as possible. Games occurred generally three times a month and 20 girls were selected each time. During the first three month, Kumiko was selected twice and Tiffany worried a lot about her friend during this hard time. Fortunately, Kumiko managed to came back each time and the two girls always fell in each other's arms, crying with relief. While Tiffany strengthened her body, things were going better for Miles. The two first weeks had been bad, his mood being on a roller coaster. Female hormones impacted in full and he had to cope with, abruptly bursting from laugher to tears in a moment. The advice given by Caroline, a French girl, marked the turning point of his adaptation. "You are fighting you body while trying to adjust. Women don't fight their bodies... The pleasure you love and fear at the same time, women just love it and look for it. This is a goal for us, not a threat... So you'd better cease fighting and let you go with the flow." Miles had almost heard a bell ring in his mind, as comprehension had dawned on him. Helped with Caroline, he had begun to think of him as a female and not as a male trapped in a female's body. It had not gone all by itself, of course. There had been a lot of tears and rebellion, but Miles had made critical progress at the end of the second month. He could finally stand on his feet for almost an hour before having to fuck again. His orgasms were easier to accept and he felt much less humiliated after each one. At the same time, while these adjustments occurred, he became more and more able to concentrate without being disturbed by his body. He had been made aware of the situation and, like Tiffany, he had decided to take up the gauntlet. His challenge, however, was far more tougher than Tiffany's. With his frame, his only option was to develop his stealth and detection skills. He could not hope to fight, neither to run. A problem showed rapidly as he thought of stealth... Silence was an obligation... And as he would have to fuck sooner or later, he also had to do it in silence too! In this self-imposed challenge, Miles worked hard. Very hard. He took the habit to wear a gag when masturbating. Of course, he had learnt to masturbate in the feminine way. Despite his efforts, three months later, he still could not prevent himself from screaming when climax came, but he did not give up. Tiffany and him were fighters and they would fight! Curiously, he found himself under the emulation of his sister. They met often and Tiffany took care of him, providing precious advices. Thank to her supporting, Miles was able to be harder in his adaptation to womanhood. Exactly two days before the fourth month, Tiffany was selected for her first game. Despite her preparation, it was a shock to her and her eyes went wet with tears. In two days, she would fight for her life. She regained control with the help of Kumiko and went to sleep. Tiffany would have liked to be alone, but under her friend's insistence, she gave up. They spent the night making passionate love, Tiffany giving herself as if it was the last time. The morning after, she went to see Miles. He had been told about her selection and the imminent peril of his sister made him take one of the lasts steps of his feminization. "Tiff, I know that you care about me... So before you go, I want to confess... I regret having been so crude with you. I always considered women as shit and I have realized how wrong I was... They made me female and I want you to know that I will adjust finally. But I would ask a favor. Choose a female name for me." Tiffany burst in tears. She would never know if they were tears of joy or pain for her brother, so much the feelings were mixed. Miles had lost a battle, but had won another at the same time. When she stopped crying, a big smile was on her face and she reflected about her brother's request. Common names flashed in her mind, but they were just too common for the jewel his brother was becoming... Then it hit her! "Dear brother... You are right, you have always treated women like shit... But I always loved you. I knew that we were behaving at the extremes of the scale... You as a male and me as a female... But now, we are all female and you are becoming a true jewel. That's the name I want you to have. Jewell. Yes, it will fit you like a glove." With that, both girls fell in each other's arms, crying with joy. Miles confession and decision had lifted a great weight from Tiffany's chest. He, or rather, she would adjust eventually. Light hearted, she went to her room, to get prepared. She wanted to go on reconnaissance in the game zone alone, to face it dangers one time more before the dreaded game. Equipped with a chastity belt and a backpack, Tiffany walked all the day. She carried some food, drink, the survival guide and a big vibrator. Around her neck was fastened a big ball gag, ready to be shoved inside her mouth, in case of danger. The vibrator was there to provide the pleasure she would invariably need to have, due to the built-in plugs of the chastity belt. This escapade went well and Tiffany came back at dinner time. When she saw Tiffany, Kumiko literally jumped in her arms and then gave her an earful! She was furious after Tiffany, for she had not told her about going in the game zone alone and she had feared for her all the day! However, Kumiko's outburst did not last long and they had dinner together. This night, they slept in their own room. Both knew that Tiffany had to be at her top for the game. The last day before the game, the selected girls gathered in the meeting hall, with the most experienced women. Tension was beginning to built and faces were serious. Ten of the selected women were newcomers, including Tiffany. The others had been selected a few times, but it seemed to make no difference. As they would be teleported in some random places, they could not anticipate anything, except constant danger. Again, advices were given. They spent the day together, too. Despite they would be alone during the game, they acted like a team. It was an almost ritual behavior. This evening, they went to sleep in a dormitory, a girl had ironically called "the condemned dormitory". The group woke up at 7. Immediately, an incredible tension rose up. All the girls were serious and concentrated. They dressed up in their latex panties, bras, shoes and had a substantial lunch. Almost no word was said. Each woman went into her room to get equipped. Except for three of the newcomers, each girl came back having replaced the panty by a chastity belt. The backpacks, already containing personal affairs were filled with food and drinks. Some of the girls also had gags ready to wear, either strapped around the neck, or fastened to a ring at the side of the chastity belt. At the sight of Tiffany, four of the newcomers modified their equipment, copying what they already thought of as an Amazon. The other women, who had not been selected, had woken up too, but respected the privacy of the group. Two minutes before the beginning, the group walked to the center of the place and formed a circle, joining their hands, symbol of fraternity. One minute. They separated standing still, ready to go. Tiffany felt a strange exaltation course through her. There she was, gladiator of her times, facing the fight of her life. A sudden sensation of falling! Tiffany found herself on a beach. Immediately, she looked around. Not a sign of life. Gathering her thoughts, she estimated her location. The lake meant that she was in the volcano's crater. The rising sun told that she was on the north side of the volcano. The village was located south, four kilometers from the center of the lake. So it meant a walk of five kilometers at the minimum. In fact, it would be more, for sure. Tiffany was almost happy, for she had already went there with Kumiko. The beach was all but safe, larded with latex traps. A large, band going from east to west was impassable, being quicksand. Tiffany's route was to go East-North, go down the hillside while circling to face south. Then the village would be at hand. All her senses on alert, Tiffany left the beach, noticing the small clues indicating a trap and climbed the inner side of the crater. The view would have been marvelous in some other situation. She stood there for a second and disappeared in the forest. Tiffany progressed slowly, caring about every detail. Warm wind blew slightly above the trees, creating an almost lulling atmosphere. Bird's songs broke the sill from time to time... She passed in front of plenty of giant flowers, avoiding them for they were lethal... The streaming of water became closer... Tiffany knew this spring, she was right on her mental itinerary... At this point, she had walked for an hour or so... Suddenly, she gasped, as a distant, faint scream told about the capture of one of her friend... then all went still again... Feeling thirsty, she took a sip to a bottle in her backpack and went on. Ten minutes after, the cracking sound of dead leaves made her freeze. Swiftly, she hid behind a big tree. In anticipation, she bit her lips. Realizing the danger of signaling her position by gasping in fear, she shoved the ball gag in her mouth. At the same time, anticipation made her contract around the plugs of the chastity belt, sending a wave of pleasure. Under the stress, Tiffany was getting hot... Looking cautiously, she saw a figure moving in the shadows... As it came in her direction, it became clear that it was a man. Clad from head to toe in black leather, he was on chase... Obviously ignoring the traps possibly there, Tiffany saw that he was cautious not to be in range with the letha