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Double Jeopardy By Julie O Edited By Amelia R. Author's note: This is a complete, independent story, but it features some familiar characters from The Protector, The Scholarship, and Corruption. Chapter 1 It was almost ten-thirty when sixteen-year-old Bob Marks left work and walked outside into the warm, humid Virginia night. His shift at the coffee house had just ended, and he was eager to get home. He walked across the parking lot of the strip mall where he worked towards the road. He looked at his watch and debated whether to wait forty minutes for the bus or to try to hitch a ride home. In many ways Bob looked like a typical teenager. He was five-ten, having undergone a recent growth spurt. He was thin, but like many boys his age, he was always eating, and he fully expected his weight to catch up with his new height. His shaggy brown hair was nearly down to his shoulders. It was a pain at work, as he had to pull it back into a ponytail, but he liked it long. Partly it was because some of the girls at school liked it, and partly because it bugged his parents. Bob also played guitar, and he felt the longer hair gave him more credibility as a musician. It was early summer, and traffic along the road was still fairly constant. He decided to give hitching a try first; after all, he could always catch the bus. Bob wasn't worried as he hitched rides all the time and had never had any real problems. He had been propositioned once by a middle-aged businessman. Bob just told the guy that he wasn't gay and to let him out, which the man did. Bob shrugged this off as a necessary evil. He was currently saving for a car and would do whatever was necessary to get the money. Now that it was summer, he was working two jobs. In addition to the job at the coffeehouse, he was working under the table at the local golf driving range. His parents had told him that they would match whatever he saved for the car. Bob sighed and moaned about working his entire summer vacation, but he expected to have enough money to get a car before school started in the fall. He stood by a street light and stuck out his thumb; hopefully, he could get a ride pretty soon. Chapter 2 A wicked grin grew on the face of Monica Lee as she saw that her prey was standing by the side of the road. She had been stalking the teen for several weeks, ever since she'd first seen him in the coffeehouse. Her nipples hardened at the thought of what she was about to do to him, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Monica seemingly had it all. At age twenty-nine, she had become a self- made millionaire. She had inherited fifty thousand from an aunt when she was nineteen and had immediately invested it in real estate. She had bought and sold property from Norfolk to Richmond. Over the years, she had become very savvy and could sniff out properties that she could turn over for a fast profit. She had become very adept in buying from military personnel, who often had to sell quickly. She made sure that they thought they got a good deal, but she always made a sizable profit. She was also very attractive. Monica used her looks as one of her tools in her business deals, and she wasn't beneath using sex to close a deal. She didn't mind as she was a very sexual being. Monica was proud of her body and did everything necessary to keep herself looking fit and sexy. Her thirty-six D breasts were still firm and round, and she often wore low cut tops to distract her business clients. She figured that her breasts had saved her thousands in real estate deals. However, Monica didn't just use sex to increase her personal wealth; it was the greatest thrill in her life. She was bisexual and had long ago graduated from what she considered run-of-the-mill sex. She was constantly on the search for new sexual thrills; this was where Bob came in. She had quickly discovered that she was dominant and loved controlling her partner, but this also grew tame over the years. It wasn't exciting enough, especially when the other person was a willing participant. She had fantasized about dominating an unwilling participant and turning him into her personal sex slave. Over the years this desire had become increasingly more and more dangerous. She began to add in the concept of physical transformation to her plans. At first she debated abducting a young woman to play with, but then she stumbled onto a website about transgendered slaves. She was immediately aroused by the idea of turning a heterosexual male into a totally submissive sissy slave. She later met a woman who provided transformed teens for a price. Unfortunately, the woman had disappeared from the scene several years ago. The rumor was that she had been arrested and was presently serving a long sentence in a federal penitentiary. If it was true, it was too bad, as Monica had always enjoyed Margo Simon's company. Monica loved the combination of an ultra-feminine body, forced submissiveness, and under it all, the remnants of a male in her future slave. Over the years she had studied the techniques necessary to make her dream come true. She became obsessed with idea of having her own sissy slave. She decided to start with a teenage virgin as this would allow her to train him from ground zero. All his sexual knowledge would come from her, and she could totally corrupt the youth and turn him into a totally submissive slut-slave. What she couldn't do herself, she sought out like-minded people who could do the more technical parts of the physical changes. She took her time and researched people who she could either trust or blackmail in order to cover herself. She'd met Yvonne at an S&M party, and they had hit it off immediately. Yvonne shared her fantasies for turning boys into girls. Yvonne owned a salon and was accomplished in applying permanent makeup and in body piercing. Monica had once watched in fascination as Yvonne worked on a male slave at a party. Yvonne inserted one steel ring after another around the man's sexual organs. She explained that, once the piercings healed, she would connect the rings, which would create a chastity device. Monica planned something similar for her new slave. She would turn him into a very sexual being, trained to perform in all manners of sexual acts, but at the same time remaining a virgin in terms of "normal" sex. She would use the carrot of sex to drag him along until he was totally under her control. Another person necessary for Monica's plan was found in a plastic surgeon who had recently run into some problems. He had given several women much larger breasts than they had requested. They threatened to sue him and take away his medical license until Monica stepped in. She personally paid for their reconstructive surgery in exchange for them dropping the charges. In the process she had Dr. Mark Butler by the balls. She told him that he could do several surgeries for her in exchange for being let off the hook. She also had additional dirt on him, regarding sex with his fifteen year old babysitter. Everything was in place; all Monica had to do was grab her prey. She took a deep breath and put her car in gear. Chapter 3 Monica had first spotted the boy three weeks earlier. She was driving home from dinner when she saw him hitchhiking on the other side of the road. In fact, it had been just a few hundred yards from where he was presently standing. Driving by, she'd noticed he was wearing the type of shirt worn by the employees at the local coffeehouse. Over the next few days, she began to check him out. He was thin and not overly masculine. She suspected he would respond nicely to the cocktail of hormones she was planning to use on him. Through one of her contacts, she had acquired some rather potent experimental female hormones. The person who sold them to her told Monica that she could expect to see results starting in as little as two weeks. What was also appealing about them was that they were mixed with a highly addictive narcotic. She was promised that her victim would be begging for his dose after just a few days. She planned on using that to its full effect. As Monica watched her victim, she was able to estimate his height and weight. She bought a wardrobe that would allow her to feminize the boy. Later, she would expand his wardrobe so that she could dress him as she pleased. In a way, he was about to become her new doll. What convinced her that he was the one was when she heard one of his friends kidding him about being a virgin. Unknown to Bob, this sealed his fate. Monica's home was located on a large piece of land just outside of town. Her nearest neighbor was almost a mile away, so she wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted. She planned on picking the boy up and seducing him. Once she had him at her place, she would drug him and start him on his new life. She wore a very tight top that night, a short skirt, and high heels, as she wanted to look like every teenage boy's fantasy. Part of her look included a blonde wig and heavier makeup than usual. Bob had no idea of the danger he was in as he watched the dark colored SUV stop next to him. "Hi, do you need a ride?" asked Monica innocently. Bob couldn't believe his luck. "Yes, please." "Where are you heading?" she asked. "I live six miles up the road. Do you know where Maple Lane is?" Monica nodded. "Sure, come on, I'll give you a lift." Bob got in and closed the door. "Thanks, I really appreciate this. My name is Bob." Monica smiled back. Soon it will be Brittney, she thought. "Nice to meet you, my name is Lisa," lied Monica. She did this just in case he escaped. Even in the dim light of the SUV, Bob noticed Monica's body. Her clothes were so tight and revealing, it was as if her top was painted on her. As they drove down the road, Monica reached over and placed her hand on Bob's knee. As expected, this move caught Bob totally off guard. "How old are you, Bob, eighteen?" she asked seductively. Bob began to stammer. "Um... I'm sixteen." "Really? You look much older," continued Monica. She smiled as she began to spin her web around the boy. "You mean that?" he asked. "Oh, yes. I bet the girls just love you." Bob shook his head. "I wish." "Oh, come on, you can't tell me that you don't have a girlfriend." "No, not presently." Monica smiled. "Do you like me?" Bob's eyes opened wide. "I mean, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked. "Look at me, please be honest." Bob was now so distracted and confused that he didn't even notice that she was no longer driving towards his street. "You're beautiful." "That's so sweet, Bobby, thank you." Bob didn't know what to say next. He just kept staring at the gorgeous woman sitting next to him. The next thing he knew, her hand was rubbing against his cock. "Hmm, well, I can tell that you like that; don't you, Bobby?" she asked. He tried to speak, but could only nod. "Do you like to party?" she asked. Bob nodded again. "I thought so; why don't we go to my place and have some fun? Would you like that?" Bob could feel his cock pressing tightly against his jeans. "I'd like that, I'd like that a lot." Monica smiled. "That makes me so happy, Bobby." A few minutes later Monica pulled her SUV into her garage. She closed the door behind her and led Bob into her house. So far it was progressing as planned. "What would you like to drink, Bobby?" she asked. "Um, I don't know," he replied, caught off guard by her request. "Don't worry about it, I know exactly what to fix you," she stated. She walked over to her bar and fixed her victim a very special drink. Outwardly, it looked and tasted like a screwdriver, but the secret ingredient was the drug that would soon render Bob unconscious. She sat down next to him and handed him his drink. She touched her glass to his and smiled. "Here's to a night you'll never forget, Bobby." Bob nervously sipped his drink. He had smoked dope and drunk beer, but mixed drinks were something new. As Monica hoped, he drank it quickly. Monica leaned over and began to kiss him. She knew that he would soon be unconscious and her true fun would begin. "Are you a virgin, Bobby?" she whispered as they kissed. Bob felt his head swimming and he struggled to reply. "Um, yes." "It's okay, sweetie. In fact, it makes me happy to hear that you're a virgin." "Really?' he asked. "Yes, I love helping a darling young thing lose his cherry," she continued. She had no intention of having sex with the teen, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to play with his mind. Bob was confused by what she was saying. Cherry? "You know, angel, I don't think that Bobby is a pretty enough name for a cute thing like you." She was now on top of him. He was on his back, and she was straddling him. "I think Brittney is much nicer don't you?" "Brittney?" he asked. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. "But, but, that's a girl's name." Monica smiled down at Bob. "I know, my dear Brittney, that's because you're about to become a girl, my girl. What do you think about that, my sweet little slut?" He tried to speak, but nothing came out. His eyes closed, and he was out cold. Chapter 4 Monica surveyed her new toy. She had kept him sedated the past few days, during which his transformation into her slave had started. A tall woman with short spiky black hair ran her eyes over Bob. "Everything appears to be healing nicely," noted Yvonne. "I'm still surprised that you had me do all this to him while he was unconscious, I would have thought that you'd enjoy watching him struggle." Monica shook her head. "No, I'd rather watch his reaction when he awakes and sees the changes. Once he sees how feminine he now looks, it will help break his spirit." Yvonne chuckled. "He'll definitely be shocked by his, rather make that HER new appearance. She'll look even better once the swelling goes down." "I like the swelling; it makes her lips look thicker and fuller. I plan on having her get collagen injections anyway, so she might as well get used to them." "You mean you're going to give her nice cocksucker lips?" asked Yvonne. "Why not? She's going to be a slut; she might as well look like one too," replied Monica. "I like her new name too," added Yvonne, as she ran her finger under a tattoo above the young captive's groin. It read "Sissy Brittney". "I enjoyed doing that," replied Monica. "It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be; maybe someday you could teach me how to do permanent makeup." "I'd like that." Bob, now Brittney, was lying on a bed in front of them. Her arms and legs were tied down by leather cuffs. An IV was in her right arm. In addition to providing nutrition, it added the hormonal solution into Brittney's comatose body. Her face had undergone a radical transformation, thanks to Yvonne's skills. Brittney had little facial hair, and what little there was had been removed by electrolysis. Additionally, her eyebrows had been thinned down and arched. The effect was aided by permanent makeup. Yvonne had also given Brittney permanent eyeliner and had also colored her lips. Brittney now had bleached blonde hair, styled in large curls. Her ears each had several studs in them, as did her right nostril and her tongue. Yvonne hadn't stopped there with the piercings; she had inserted a small ring into each of Britney's nipples. She had also inserted a series of rings into her scrotum. A ring was also inserted into the head of Britney's penis. "It will take a few months for the rings to completely heal," explained Yvonne. "Then you can attach them, which should seal up her little clitty quite nicely." "Good. I can't wait," replied Monica. "Will you need a cock ring to hold down her erections?" Monica shook her head. "No, by the time the rings heal, she won't be able to get a hard-on, thanks to the hormones. She'll be able to get off, but it will be very different than what she's used to." "Sounds delicious," replied Yvonne, as she examined one of Brittney's hands. "The nails came out really nice." She had super-glued false nails to each of Brittney's fingernails and had painted them a bright shiny red. "I know," replied Monica. "I'm very pleased with everything so far. How soon will we have to apply the next hair removal treatment?" "One treatment is usually sufficient. If she does have any body hair grow back, I'll take care of it. I have to admit that I love the way her body looks without any body hair," replied Yvonne. "Great minds think alike. Oh, can that stuff be used on her head?" asked Monica. "Sure, but why would you want to eradicate such a nice head of hair?" "It would make it much easier to change her looks. I found a company that makes wigs that can attach right to the scalp. They make them for people who've lost their hair. But if I had some made for Brittney, I could transform her so much faster," explained Monica. "I have a better idea; let me shave her head first with a straight razor. Then we can apply the solution," said Yvonne. "Wait, I have even a better idea. Before we shave her head, let me dye her hair pink; that would really enforce the idea that she's now a sissy!" Monica laughed. "I like the way you think. We'll do it after she recovers from her surgery. I'll let you dye her hair, and when she shows the slightest bit of displeasure over her new hair color, I'll have you shave her head." "I like that. Tell me more about the plastic surgery you want to do to her," asked Yvonne, as she opened a bottle of wine that she had brought. "Would you like some?" "Please," replied Monica. "Well, of course I'm going to have him give her big breasts. I think she could handle double D's, maybe even larger, don't you?" Yvonne nodded as she handed Monica a glass of wine. "Definitely, maybe even F-cup." Monica smiled. "I want her to have a nice petite little nose and some high cheekbones. Also as I mentioned before, thicker lips." "And what about her hips?" "Yes, I think she should have a nice curvaceous ass, maybe even some liposuction to give her a smaller waist. However I'll leave it up to the good doctor. He mentioned something about removing a couple of her ribs might be just as effective." "When will this happen?" "Dr. Butler will be available in a day or so. I want my slave to have a totally transformed body before I start her mental training. All she'll have to do is look in the mirror to know that her old life is over. I expect that her resistance will fade pretty fast." "Can I watch when he does the surgery? I've always been fascinated by plastic surgery," asked Yvonne. "I think that can be arranged," replied Monica. "This is so cool. Thank you for including me on this," stated Yvonne. "I should thank you for all your fine work. If you want, we can pick out a slut for your own use when I get done transforming little Brittney here; would you like that?" "Hmmm, that sounds delightful," replied Yvonne as she took a long drink of her wine. "So, when do you plan on waking her up?" "Tomorrow. I want her to be on another day of the drugs; that way she'll be well on her way to being addicted to them. So even if she wants to fight back, she won't be able to for very long," replied Monica. "I'm very impressed; you seemed to have planned for everything." "I've been thinking about this for a while," stated Monica as she ran a hand across Brittney's face. "What about her family?" asked Yvonne. "There was a news story this morning. The police are treating it as a missing person case and are asking for any assistance. So far, no one has come forward," replied Monica. "Aren't you worried that someone might have seen your car?" Monica shook her head. "Even if they did, it wouldn't do them any good. I borrowed the SUV from a friend-of-a-friend who deals in stolen vehicles. The plates were fake, and the SUV went to a chop-shop the night after I grabbed her." "I'm even more impressed now," said Yvonne. "No, I'm not leaving anything to chance on this. Oh, come with me; I want to show you her room," commented Monica. They walked down the hall to a large ornate door. "It looks like solid oak, but it's really a laminate. It's steel with soundproofing. She could scream her head off in there, and you'd never hear it standing here." She opened the door, and they walked inside. "Wow, this is incredible," exclaimed Yvonne. Inside was a bedroom with an attached bathroom. There were no windows. The walls were painted a soft pink. The floors had thick plush pink carpeting. "How did you manage this?" asked Yvonne. "Through people in the scene. I told them I had a teenage girl fetish," replied Monica. The bed was an oversized canopy bed. The bedspread was a floral pattern, with the predominant color being pink. The rest of the furniture looked as if it came out of a teenage girl's room from a '60s sitcom. It was all ultra-feminine. "I like the makeup table," said Yvonne. "Well, Brittney will be judged on her makeup. At first, I'll have her look sexy, but mainstream. Later, I'll move her into more extreme looks. I think she'll look fabulous in latex or maybe as a Goth." "What about leather?" "That goes without saying. I'm also going to corset train her. After her surgery, I'll have her fitted for several." "What about shoes?" asked Yvonne. "High heels at all times. I've researched having her tendons operated on so that she can only walk in heels, but that will be later," said Monica. "For now, I want to see her struggle to learn to walk in heels. Now that I know her shoe size, I'll be able to get her appropriate footwear -- all very high heels. She'll never wear flats again." "Kinda like Barbie?" noted Yvonne with a grin. "Exactly," said Monica. "I've made some inquiries about a skin tone latex body suit for her. Mainly it would restrict the use of her arms and legs, like a Barbie." "Oh, my, that sounds like fun," said Yvonne. "You know, after we shave her head, you could use her as a mannequin." "Now there's an idea. I should be able to get a body suit made that is stiff, so that she can't move by herself. I could then rent her out to vendors at the parties!" "Look at this," said Monica. She opened up the drawer of the nightstand. Inside was a large collection of vibrators and butt plugs. "I plan on training her to be very anal in addition to being very oral. By the time I'm done with her training, the only things on her mind will be pleasing me and sex." "And you're sure that she won't fight back?" Monica stared back at Yvonne with a look of mild amusement. "Please! If I can't break a little boy, then I deserve to be caught. Besides, once she tastes the pain of withdrawal, I doubt she'll fight me, even if she wants to. For the next few months, she won't be outside of this house. She'll loose all track of time and become dependent upon me. I've studied many books on hostage responses. I'm pretty sure I've got all the right elements to induce Stockholm Syndrome. I've also talked to a few people who have trained their own slaves." "Wouldn't it just be easier to drug her into submission? I mean, you're already using drugs to weaken her; why not take it a little further? After all, it would save you time," stated Yvonne. "I don't want a zombie. I'm using the addictive nature of the drugs to feminize her body. No, I plan on tricking her into trusting me. I will use the suggestion of severe threats to force her obedience. I'll make it very clear to the dear child that unless she obeys me, I'll just kill her in some horribly painful manner and then dump her body. The trick is to make her believe that her only chance of survival is total obedience," explained Monica. "I see, that makes sense. So after you train her, will you take her out?" Monica nodded. "Oh, yes. I plan on taking her all over town. Imagine the thrill of taking her for a coffee at the place she used to work. Of course, by the time I'm done with her, not even her own parents will recognize her." "Sounds dangerous, but danger always spices up pleasure," added Yvonne. Monica smiled in agreement. "I knew you'd understand. It's always been this way, the strong preying on the weak." "How true. I've noticed that you have several video cameras in here, is that for security?" "Yes, but mainly it's for recording her reactions. She'll be dealing with some very loose emotions now, and I can't wait to see her crying. I can tape everything that goes on in here." "Well, why don't we go upstairs and eat? We can talk more over a nice meal," said Monica. The two women walked out of the room and past the unconscious teen. Chapter 5 Bob slowly regained consciousness. He was totally disoriented, and his head felt very foggy. He tried to move and couldn't. It was as if he was tied down. He also heard someone talking to him - no; they were calling someone named Brittney. He opened his eyes slowly and saw the woman who had given him a ride, although she was no longer a blonde. She was standing next to another woman and a fat older man. "That's a good girl, Brittney," said the woman. "What... what's going on?" he asked weakly. "You are my property now, Brittney, and you are being transformed into my sexy sissy slave," chuckled Monica. "My name is Bob," he replied weakly. "Bob is a boy's name," she countered. "Look up, Brittney." He looked up and saw that there was a mirror suspended above him. He didn't realize that the image was his own at first. He was looking at a blonde girl. Her face was made up and her lips looked all puffy; when he licked his lips, it confirmed that he was looking at himself. He then noticed the piercings. He stuck out his tongue and confirmed that he had a stud in it. It looked like one that some of the slutty girls had at school. He'd heard from a friend that the stud made getting a blow job even better. Did that mean he was going to have to suck dick? His jaw opened in disbelief. "That's right, my little sissy, that's you. It's just the start, as my dear friend here, Dr. Butler, is going to make some additional changes," continued Monica. "Please let me go; I won't tell anyone," pleaded Bob. He looked back at his reflection and confirmed that his body now had a multitude of piercings. He could even see what looked like writing above his groin. "Let you go? You're not done, my sweet Brittney. No, that wouldn't be right." Dr. Butler reached over and cupped Brittney's chest in his hands. He ignored her feeble attempts to pull away. "Amazing, this growth has just been in the past few days? She's almost an A-cup." "The hormones are very powerful," said Monica. "So, how big can you make her now?" He licked his lips. "D-cup, if her own breasts continue to grow. Later, I can increase her up to F-cup. That would be delicious." Bob shook his head. This couldn't be happening. He had to fight back being physically sick as he realized that these perverts were talking about him. "That's sounds good. Now what about her face?" asked Monica. "I read your suggestions, and I can provide everything you want. In addition to her cheeks and lips, I can work her chin and make her look even sexier. When I get done with her, I doubt her own mother would recognize her." "Excellent. Now, what about her ribs?" Dr. Butler ran his hands down Bob's waist. "That won't be a problem either. It will make her recovery time longer. I can also make her hips and ass bigger, but again, it will increase the recovery time." "That's not a problem, she's not going anywhere!" Dr. Butler laughed. He then ran his fingers over Bob's pierced penis and scrotum. "Oooh, this is nice work, did you do this?" "No, that was done by Yvonne," said Monica. "Very nice, I can't wait to see it once you lock it up," he said. "That can be arranged. Oh, Yvonne would like to watch as you operate, is that a problem?" asked Monica. Dr. Butler shook his head. "No, not at all. I can start tomorrow. Now, I think I'll do the breasts last. That way, if they continue to grow I can go with the larger implants. Do you want me to keep her sedated and do it all at once?" "Yes, that would be best. I want to start her training as soon as possible, but I don't want to be interrupted by additional surgery, unless I decide on another modification," replied Monica. "Please, let me go," begged Bob. He then winced in pain. "Oooh, is my little sissy okay?" asked Monica. Bob suddenly felt ill, he didn't know what was happening, but it was getting worse with each passing second. He then felt a wave of cramps. "Is she okay?" asked Dr. Butler. "Oh yes, she's just due for some more medicine. Now, Brittney, you are experiencing the onset of withdrawal. You've been on the drugs for several days, and a cold turkey withdrawal would be very painful; it might even kill you." She was right, thought Bob as he felt worse with each passing moment. "Tell me you name, and ask me nicely, and I'll take away the pain," said Monica. Bob felt a wave of nausea sweep through his body. "My name?" "Yes, my dear sissy, what's your name - your new name?" Bob cringed and felt tears forming in his eyes. "Look, she's starting to cry," said Yvonne. There was a taunting tone to her voice. "What a dear little sissy." "Well, that's what sissies do," remarked Monica. She reached down and ran her hand across Brittney's face. "Tell us your name, and I'll make it all better." Bob felt so weak, but he knew that it was pointless to fight this battle. He would have to save his strength and fight later. "My name is Brittney," he said softly. "And are you a boy?" asked Yvonne. He looked at the other woman and cringed at the evil grin on her face. "No." "What are you, Brittney?" asked Monica. Brittney felt tears rolling out of her eyes. "I'm a sissy." "That's right; you're a sissy, a sweet, submissive sissy. Now ask me nicely for your medicine. I am Mistress Monica, and I own you. Ask me nicely, and I'll take away the pain." She then reached down and gently wiped away the tears. "Please, Mistress Monica, may I please have my medicine?" "I should warn you, Brittney, the medicine will take away the pain, but it also contains lots of girly hormones. It will also make you even more of a feminized sissy, is that what you want?" Brittney nodded. "Yes, Mistress Monica, please give me the medicine." "And do you want to be a sissy?" Brittney nodded as she cried. The pain was now seeping throughout her body. "Say it," she ordered. "I want to be a sissy," replied Brittney. "Whose sissy?" asked Monica. "I want to be your sissy, Mistress Monica," replied Brittney. She moaned as her stomach began to cramp up. Monica smiled, reached over and turned on the valve that allowed the hormonal solution to enter Brittney's body. Within minutes, Brittney was calm and sedated. "That was amazing, I can't believe how fast she turned," said Dr. Butler. "It's a very strong drug. The good thing is that once I've totally broken her, it can be easily countered." "She looks pretty broken now," he noted. Monica shook her head. "No. She's just trying to survive. She still has a lot of fight left in her and has a long way to go until she's broken, but soon she'll realize that escape is impossible, especially after you get done with her." Brittney soaked in the pleasure of the drug. It was hard to concentrate, but she knew that she would have to fight with all her might to gain her freedom. "Well, we'll let her drift off to dreamland. Come, Doctor, we'll discuss the details of her surgery," said Monica. Chapter 6 Over the next few weeks, Brittney drifted in and out of consciousness as Dr. Butler reshaped her body. Her periods of being awake were short and done strictly to check on her medical status. Her body hurt all over, but that was minor compared to the anguish in her mind. Brittney knew that her body was being transformed in order to serve the twisted desires of that evil woman. She cringed at what was in store for her when her body recovered. Monica watched Brittney's transformation with growing anticipation. Dr. Butler was a true artist and had been as true as his word. Brittney looked like a new person. Looking at her new face, it was unlikely that anyone would think that Brittney was once a boy. The hormones were working even better than advertised. True, there was a risk to Brittney, and there was the chance of long term health problems, but that wasn't Monica's concern. She would wear out the young sissy long before that ever happened. Brittney now had B-cup breasts. They were nice and firm. Dr. Butler was convinced that he could give her E-cup sized breasts. Monica told him to wait until all the other surgeries were completed. Monica also decided that she would shave Brittney's head and had already placed an order for a dozen wigs. They couldn't be completed until a cast of the sissy's head was made, but at least they would have the hair ready. Until they arrived, Brittney could go around bald or wear an over-the-counter wig. Yvonne said that they could treat Brittney's scalp now, but Monica wanted to wait until Britney was awake. Monica checked on the status of the search for Bob. His parents had posted a reward and had hired a private detective to search for their son. They even went on local TV to plead for anyone who had seen their son. Monica decided that as soon as Brittney was totally broken, she would take her into her mother's boutique. It would be so wicked. She wasn't worried about the detective. No one had seen her pick up Bob, and the SUV was now broken up into hundreds of pieces. There were only two other people who knew where Brittney was, and Monica knew she could trust them. Yvonne was a kindred spirit, who shared Monica's tastes for perversion. Monica wasn't worried about her. Dr. Butler was in equally deep. Monica had uncovered his taste for pre- teen girls, and she had more than enough evidence to make his life a living hell. So far, he had shown no hesitation in transforming Brittney. As for Brittney, she wasn't a problem. Once she saw her new body, she would break very easily and become a perfect slave. Monica planned to eventually use Brittney in a variety of illegal acts. That way she would be even more enslaved. Monica already planned on having Brittney help her kidnap Yvonne's future slave. Everything had gone as planned, she thought. No, make that better than planned. Monica scoffed at the idea that the teen would give her any problems. Chapter 7 Brittney woke up in a large bed. She looked up and saw a pink canopy above her head. She slowly sat up and immediately felt the weight of her huge breasts on her chest. They were enormous, and Brittney gasped as she realized that they were hers. She carefully got out of bed and stood on shaky legs. There was a rising feeling of panic that she fought to repress. No, losing it would not help, she thought. She had to hold her shoulders back in order to balance with those huge boobs. She slowly walked over towards a large full-length mirror and stared at the strange reflection looking back at her. Her face was so different. She almost thought she was looking at another girl. She reached up and touched her feminized face. Her cheekbones were high and gave her face the look of a model. Her lips were thick and puffy. They looked red, and Brittney was initially surprised that the color wouldn't wipe off. Then she remembered her mom once talking about something called permanent makeup. She stuck out her tongue and saw the stud was still there. She reached up and touched the small stud in her nostril. She debated taking it out, but figured that it was the least of her problems. She slowly soaked in her new body. Her waist looked so slim now. She touched it and felt some minor discomfort. She then remembered the doctor talking about removing some of her ribs. The rings around her groin were shocking. They were now connected and seemed to seal her penis inside. Not that it really mattered now, she thought. She was barely a boy now. No, she was a sissy. Brittney continued to stare at herself in the mirror. It would be so easy to give up and accept her fate. To fight back now seemed pointless. Her body was totally transformed, and she knew deep down that she would never look like a boy again. Bob was dead. That thought angered her. Okay, Bob may be dead, but I can avenge his death. Both her parents were avid readers and had encouraged her to read. They also encouraged her to read books on many topics. Some of her favorite books were non-fiction; she'd read every book she could find on terrorism, elite military forces, police, and detectives. She would often take notes and then research topics she had read in a book. She had never thought that this hobby might be her way out of this living hell. No, she wouldn't fight Mistress Monica. She would do as ordered and do whatever she was told, no matter how vile. But she would keep on guard and constantly look for a way to escape. There was no way she was going to let this bitch win. Chapter 8 Monica watched Brittney examine herself on the closed circuit camera. It was hard to believe that Brittney had been in her captivity for three months. It was a long wait, but it was well worth it. Monica licked her lips in anticipation of starting the young sissy's training. Monica had taken special care in picking out her own outfit. The obvious choice was all leather, but she decided to go for a slightly different look. She was wearing a tailored suit, short gray skirt, low cut white blouse, gray jacket, and high heels. She decided for a more respectable look at first. Brittney was still looking at herself in the mirror when Monica opened the bedroom door. "Admiring yourself, my sweet sissy?" asked Monica. Brittany turned around and stared back blankly. "Why did you do this to me... Mistress Monica?" "Because I can, my dear Brittany. I'm rich, very rich, and money means power. However, I'm not out to hurt you. I want to teach you and train you. Soon you'll know things that only a handful of people know," stated Monica. She'd carefully picked out this story to seduce the teen into total obedience. She's lying, Brittney thought, but she decided to go along with it. "What do you mean? You've turned me into a freak." "Not a freak, my dear Brittney, a jewel. You have a body that others will crave, and with what I will teach you, you'll gain great power and wealth. Consider yourself my apprentice. I will teach you how to be a much desired courtesan." Brittney just stared back. "My sweet Brittney, I see great things in your future. Now, for you to gain this wealth, you must trust me completely. You are a child and cannot comprehend what I am about to teach you, so I will require total submission. If I wanted to really hurt you, I could have done that already." "But my body, why do I look like this now, Mistress Monica?" "You are very lovely now. I have given you the tools you'll need to become rich and powerful. I know this is confusing for you, but you must trust me. I don't mean you any harm." "But I can't leave, right?" asked Brittney. "No, not presently. And if you did leave, you would be seen as a freak. No, when it is time, you will be allowed to leave, I promise you this," stated Monica. She smiled softly. "As my apprentice, you will wear this collar as a symbol of your submission. It will come off when you are ready to leave." Monica held out a black leather collar. It had a latch that would allow it to be locked around Brittney's neck. There was a small metal box attached to the collar. She held out the collar to Brittney. Unknown to Brittney, the collar had a steel band sewn in between the two layers of leather. The collar had steel rings attached to it. The box had a function that Brittney would find out about later. "As an example of my trustworthiness, I will allow you to place the collar around your own neck," said Monica. "I could have attached it while you slept." She handed the collar to Brittney. "You promise to let me go, Mistress?" asked Brittney. "Of course," said Monica with a smile. Brittney took the collar and placed it around her neck. "Allow me to lock it, and we'll start your training," said Monica. Brittney nodded and felt a wave of dread as the small steel lock clicked shut. "Excellent, now let me decorate you," stated Monica. She attached some thin steel chains to the collar. The first two chains were attached to Brittney's nipple rings. The last chain went all the way down to Brittney's cock ring. "There, that looks lovely," stated Monica. She then pulled what looked like a small TV remote out of her bag. "Now, I know that you want to obey me, but there will be times when you will hesitate. It's only natural, as I will introduce you to a variety of new experiences. I want to give you an added incentive to obey me of your own free will." "What do you mean?" asked Brittney. "I have no choice but to obey you, Mistress." "I know that, my sweet sissy, but it's human nature to resist. So let me give you a slight demonstration of what will happen to you should you disobey me." She pressed a button on the remote. Brittney screamed out as an electric shock struck her body. The pain was centered around her neck, but it also passed to her nipples and penis. She fell to all fours on the ground. "That was the lowest setting. Now, just in case you try to escape, you will get the maximum dose if you should step outside of my house. I can turn it off if I want, but until I am convinced you are totally trustworthy, it will be on. Do you understand? I don't want to hurt you, my sweet sissy. I didn't have to tell you this; I could have let you discover this on your own. I want to show you that I really care about you. Do you understand?" Britney slowly caught her breath and nodded. "Yes, yes, Mistress Monica." "Excellent. Now, please stand up, and we'll get you dressed." Chapter 9 Monica began to tighten the laces of the corset that was now around Brittney's waist. It was a store bought model, and it would have to do until she had Brittney fitted for a custom made model. The combination of the corset and Brittney's surgically altered body was stunning. It created the effect that Monica was hoping for. Brittney now oozed sexuality. There was a stark contrast between her enormous breasts, thin waist and large hips. In some ways, Brittney almost looked like a cartoon character. "You look lovely, my dear sissy," commented Monica. Brittney just stared back at her reflection in the mirror in silence. "I believe you should thank me for making you so beautiful," stated Monica. "Thank you, Mistress Monica," replied Brittney softly. Monica slowly dressed her slave, savoring every moment. She slipped stockings on Brittney's smooth legs, which were followed by a pair of black pumps. They had four inch heels and a lock for the straps. Monica felt her pussy get moist as her slave struggled to balance in the unfamiliar shoes. "For now that will do. I want you to become comfortable with seeing your lovely new body. Tomorrow I'll pick out a nice dress for you to wear, something very feminine with lots of ruffles and lace. Now you will have you first makeup lesson." "Makeup, Mistress?" she asked. "Yes, while your face looks fine for just sitting around your room, you need to learn how to apply makeup. I want you to look so pretty and sexy." Monica directed Brittney to the makeup table. "I will show you how first, and then you will clean off the makeup and try it yourself; do you understand, Brittney?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress." "Good, now I expect you will try your best, but if I suspect that you aren't, you will be punished," stated Monica. She then held out the collar remote. "I understand, Mistress," replied Brittney. "Good girl. I don't enjoy punishing you, but I have great plans for you, and you're such a child. The problem with children is that they don't know what's good for them. You must learn to trust me completely. I know at first that this will be a problem as your mind was contaminated with the idea that you were a boy. We both know that isn't true, right?" "Yes, Mistress," replied Brittney. "Tell me what you are, Brittney?" "I am a sissy, Mistress." "Very good. I'm very pleased that you know what you are. There will be a day when you will accept this fact completely and forget the fact that you were raised a boy." Monica then made up Brittney. She went for a mainstream look, but even that made Brittney look slutty. Monica made a note to reward the good doctor for his wonderful work. Over the next hour, Monica monitored Brittney as she applied her own makeup. She was pleasantly surprised at how seriously the young slave tried to copy the techniques she was shown. They were almost done when Brittney winced slightly in pain. "Oh yes, it must be time for your girly medicine," noted Monica. "I'll go get it; you work on your lips." "Yes, Mistress," said Brittney. Monica returned a few minutes later with a small shot glass filled with a milky liquid. She handed Brittney the glass. Brittney looked at the glass and its contents. Her eyes opened wide with fear. "Yes, my sissy, that's cum. Your hormonal medicine is mixed with it. I want you to get used to the taste. In no time at all, you'll be begging me for more," said Monica. Brittney hesitated for a moment and then took a deep breath and, with shaking hands, raised the glass to her lips. She choked down the hormone-laced semen. "Very good, Brittney. I'm very pleased. Now tell me how much you loved it." Brittney fought back tears. "It tasted really good, Mistress." "So you like drinking cum?" "Yes, Mistress." "Tell me that you're a cum swallowing sissy." "I'm a cum swallowing sissy, Mistress," replied Brittney. Monica smiled. "You will get your fill, slut. Every day from now on, you will get two doses, and by the time you suck your first cock, you won't be able to contain your anticipation for cum." Monica noticed the look on Brittney's face. "Yes, you will become an accomplished cocksucker, my dear sissy. Everyone knows that sissies love to suck cock." Monica then walked over to the nightstand and pulled out an eight inch rubber cock. She placed it on a pillow on the bed. "I want you to start practicing sucking this. I know it's not the same as a real one, but you need to get used to the feel of a cock in your mouth," continued Monica. Brittney felt suddenly weak and slightly detached. She suspected it had to be something that was in with hormones. "I'll let you practice on this for a while. Just so you know, I'll be keeping an eye on you," stated Monica. She then pointed to the cameras. Brittney nodded and walked towards the bed. She sat down and picked up the lifelike plastic cock. Play along, you have to let this bitch think she's winning, she said to herself. She raised the cock to her mouth and began to suck on it. "Good, I'll be back later, sissy. If you do a good job, I'll give you a reward." As Brittney worked the plastic cock, she told herself that she would escape. Failure was not an option, and if she surrendered, she would become a true sissy. Chapter 10 Britney sat at her makeup table practicing the makeup techniques that Mistress Monica had insisted she learn. Brittney went along as she really didn't have a choice. As long as she was in the room, escape was impossible. An additional problem was the collar around her neck. She reached up and touched the lock that kept it secure. She would have to find a way of removing the collar. It was hard to believe that she had been wearing it now for several weeks. Brittney suspected that the small key that Mistress kept around her neck was the one for the lock, but she had to make sure before she tried anything. She studied her new face in the mirror. There was no doubt about it, she was now very attractive. Brittney realized that she now considered herself to be female. It only seemed logical, as the only remnant of her masculinity was her small cock. While she had never been big, she could tell that even though her cock was locked in the piercings, it was now smaller. She figured it had to do with all the hormones that she had been given. Brittney also wondered how long she had been enslaved. Judging by the fact that even though she'd had numerous surgeries, she was in little pain, it had to have been months since that night when Mistress Monica grabbed her. Her mom had once had some minor plastic surgery, and it had taken weeks until she was pain free. Brittney also wondered if her parents were still looking for her, and what their reaction would be to her new appearance. She decided that they were still searching for her and that they would love her regardless of how she looked; to think otherwise would be giving in to the monster who abducted her. Even though she was disgusted by what had been done to her, she found that she was also fascinated by her new appearance. Her nipples were so sensitive, and the slightest touch sent a wave of pleasure through her body; it was very seductive. Brittney began to rub her nipples and sighed from the sexual gratification. Her little cock began to get wet, and she found herself rubbing it through its enslavement. It was too hard to resist, and she was soon moaning in pleasure. Monica and Yvonne watched on a monitor. "She seems to be enjoying herself," noted Yvonne. "Yes, the conditioning she was given during her post-surgical coma seems to have taken hold. I want her to be a very sexual animal," replied Monica. "I could have used the training to make her my slave, but where's the fun in that?" "True, it's more entertaining to do it yourself," added Yvonne. "Exactly. I'm very pleased with her progression so far. You should see her drink cum; it's very exciting, as soon she'll be addicted to it as much as she is to the hormones. I can't wait to watch her suck her first cock." "It should be very exciting," said Yvonne. "While she's doing it, I plan on being right next to her, telling her what a lovely sissy she has become and that a real boy would never suck cock," said Monica. Yvonne laughed. "You're so evil." "I know, isn't it wonderful?" "So where are you getting the cum?" asked Yvonne. "I have a connection at a local sperm bank; it's amazing how easily people can be bribed these days. The important thing is that the cum is clean, as the last thing I want is my sissy to get sick, and pass something on to me!" replied Monica. "So when are you going to introduce her to her first vibrator?" asked Yvonne. "I think today; after all, she's progressing so nicely; so why should I hold her back?" "Can I watch?" asked Yvonne. Monica laughed. "Absolutely. In fact, why don't we do it right now?" "Do you think she'll like it?" "Like it or not, she's going to do it," replied Monica. "When she's done, she can have her medicine." "I can't wait," said Yvonne. Chapter 11 It was bad enough that she had to use a vibrator on her ass, but why did that other witch have to be there? thought Brittney. To add to her humiliation, the woman watched her drink the cum, making comments the whole time. It was so degrading to have to shove the vibrator up her ass, correction, her ass-pussy, as Mistress Monica called it. Her cock was now her clitty, and Brittney was forced to repeat this aloud as she worked the vibrator in and out. Still, in spite of the embarrassment, Brittney didn't complain and followed the orders of the two women who had control over her life. She did her best to act defeated and submissive. Brittney wasn't sure if they believed her performance, but it was the only chance she had of escape. Besides, she figured, what else could they do to her? The next day she discovered how much worse it was going to get. Chapter 12 Brittney suspected something was wrong as soon as she finished her morning dose of cum and hormones. Her head felt light, and she soon drifted off into blackness. There was no time to even cry out as she slumped to the floor. When she came to, she was sitting on the bed. Her arms and legs seemed strangely stiff, and she couldn't move them. As she opened her eyes, she found that this was the least of her problems. She was facing a full-length mirror, and what she saw both horrified and shocked her. She looked like a toy, a large doll dressed all in pink. Mistress Monica and Yvonne were sitting in chairs watching Brittney's reaction. Brittney stared at her image. The first thing her eyes were drawn to was the fact that her hair was now dyed bright pink. It was also styled in curls, so that she looked like Shirley Temple. Pink ribbons were arranged in her hair. Her face was made up to look like a doll. Her lips were bright red, as were her cheeks. The bodice of the dress was very tight, and it showed off her large breasts. Under the dress was obviously a very lacy petticoat. She had pink stockings on and matching pink heels. Brittney tried again to bend her arms and couldn't. She looked over and saw that her arms were encased in some sort of sleeve. The sleeves were rigid and prevented her from bending her elbows or wrists, and her arms stood out straight because of this. She couldn't bend her knees either, and she suspected that something similar was around them. "She looks so precious, doesn't she?' stated Monica. "Oh, yes, a living doll!" exclaimed Yvonne. Both women started laughing. It was all that Brittney could do to keep in control. Still, her face showed her true feelings. "I don't think that Dolly Brittney is happy, do you?" asked Monica. "No, I don't the sissy is happy," answered Yvonne is a mocking tone. "What's the matter, Brittney, don't you like being pretty in pink?" Monica and Yvonne started laughing. A tear rolled down Brittney's face. She tried to wipe it, but her restraints prevented her from bending her arms. The inability to move her arms only caused her to cry more. "Look, she cries just like a real baby!" stated Yvonne. "What a wonderful sissy!" Brittney was now sobbing. "I wonder if she wets herself too; do you think we should find out?" asked Monica. Yvonne nodded and picked up an oversized baby bottle. She walked over to Brittney and leaned down in front of her. "Here, sissy baby, do you want a drink?" Before Brittney could reply, the bottle was thrust into her mouth. A warm fluid began to enter her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow it. Thankfully, it was just milk, thought Brittney. However, the milk was laced with drugs, and soon Brittney was straining to control her bodily functions. Seeing her discomfort, Monica stood up and grabbed Brittney by the chin. "I know it's difficult, but you'd better not make a mess. If you do, you will be severely punished, do you understand?" Brittney nodded and concentrated on trying to hold it in. "I don't think she's gong to last," noted Yvonne. "I think you're right. I think we'd better put our dolly in a diaper, just to make sure!" To Brittney's added shame, she was forced down flat on her back, and she could feel the two women placing her into a diaper. "Now if she makes a mess, it will be easier to clean up," said Yvonne. "True, but she'll still have to be punished. I tell you what, Brittney; if you can last an hour you won't be punished," said Monica, as she pulled Brittney back up into a sitting position. "How should we punish the little sissy?" asked Yvonne. "Hmm, I don't know; let me think about it," answered Monica. Brittney struggled to maintain control, but it was so difficult. She suspected that there had been something in the milk, but that didn't matter now; all that mattered was lasting the hour. Twenty minutes later, Brittney lost control. She immediately began to cry due to the shame of soiling herself. Monica was slightly surprised that the teen had lasted as long as she did. "Oooh, did the little sissy have an accident?" asked Monica. "I'm sorry, Mistress," replied Brittney as she sobbed. "I really tried to hold it." "Still, you failed, and I must keep my word. If I didn't, what would you think of me? I always keep my word, sissy," said Monica. Monica and Yvonne stripped and cleaned up the young teen. They then tied her down in an arm chair. "Yvonne went to all the trouble of giving you pretty pink hair, and you show your gratitude by soiling yourself," stated Monica. "Oh, well, since you don't appreciate what she gave you, I suppose she should take it away." Before Brittney could reply, Yvonne, grabbed a big handful of her hair and cut it off with a pair of scissors. In a short period of time, Yvonne had cut Brittney's hair down to short stubble. Yvonne ran her hand across Brittney's scalp. "That's way too rough; I think I can improve on that." Yvonne then began to cover Brittney's scalp in warm shaving cream. She then pulled out a shiny straight razor. "Now, Brittney, if you know what's good for you, don't move. I don't want to cut you, and if you struggle, it could get very bloody," whispered Yvonne into the teen's ear. She then showed the teen the razor. Monica was watching and rubbing her right hand against her clit. It was so exciting to watch Yvonne at work. Yvonne began to slowly shave Brittney's head. With each stroke, she cleaned off the razor before starting the next pass. When she finished, she gently wiped Brittney's smooth scalp clean. She inspected to see if she'd missed any places before rubbing in a cream to ease any inflammation. "It feels so nice," stated Yvonne as she ran her hands over Brittney's silky soft scalp. "I love how she looks now," replied Monica. "Can you hold off applying the hair removal solution for now? I want to keep her like this for a while, and I want to watch you shave her again!" "That's no problem. In fact, the solution will work better if there's some stubble. I will get her scalp mold now, so you can send it to the wigmakers." "Sounds good. Just think, Brittney, in a few weeks you won't ever have hair on your head again. We will just slip a wig on your head when you need hair. It will be so much easier to take care of!" Monica began to laugh. Brittney sat in stunned silence. She couldn't believe that they had shaved her head, and even worse, they were going to make her permanently bald. She began to tremble slightly from fear at the thought of what they would do to her next. Yvonne covered Brittney's head in foam. It would soon harden, and after it was removed, Yvonne would make a cast of the teen's scalp. This would be sent to the wigmakers, who would in turn create wigs that could stay in place on the teen's scalp. When Yvonne was finished, she untied the teen. They then reapplied the chains from her collar to her nipples and clitty. "I think you've been through enough today. Here's your protein drink, drink it and go to bed," stated Monica. Without protest, Brittney obeyed. She took the glass and obediently drank it. "Thank you, Mistress Monica." Chapter 13 Monica and Yvonne sat upstairs drinking wine, discussing Brittney. "I'm totally amazed by her reaction. I would have thought she would have at least put up a little struggle when I began to cut her hair," said Yvonne. "I'm a little surprised myself. However, I'm not upset. This just speeds up her training. I was expecting her to fight more, but if her will has broken, so much the better. Her real training will start when she starts sexually pleasuring me and anyone I tell her to." "Do you think she's really broken?" asked Yvonne. Monica nodded. "I've been watching her, and she's shown no signs of resistance. I think she has come to the conclusion that her only chance of survival depends on obeying me." Meanwhile, Brittney pretended to be asleep. She knew that she was being watched, so she always did as she was told. The shaving of her head convinced her that she would have to make her move at the first opportunity. There was no way that she would sit back and let those monsters make her permanently bald. Hopefully, they would take her outside of the room soon, and then Brittney would make her move. There were risks involved, and she knew this. If she failed, the punishment would be awful, but that was a risk she would have to take. Another thought came into her head. While escape was her number one priority, she also knew that she might have to fight the two women in order to escape. At a minimum, she had to get the key from Monica so she could remove the collar. As Bob, she had never been that much of a fighter. Sure, she had gotten into a few fights, but they were never serious. But this was different; she might have to hurt them, maybe even worse. Brittney thought about it as she drifted off to sleep. She thought about the books she used to love to read, and how the heroes would do whatever it took to succeed. She knew that she would also have to do whatever it took in order to escape. Chapter 14 Brittney woke to see Monica and Yvonne standing next to her bed. "Good, you're awake. You know, Brittney, I've done so much for you and asked for so little in return. It's time you showed some gratitude," said Monica. "Now, I want you to stand up and place your arms by your side." Brittney nodded. "Yes, Mistress." She got out of bed and stood next to it, with her arms passively next to her sides. Yvonne then began to wrap Brittney in plastic wrap, starting at her shoulders and slowly moving down, encasing her much like a spider would it's prey. Soon Brittney was completely wrapped in a cocoon. Monica smiled as she inspected Yvonne's work. "Very nicely done." "Thank you," replied Yvonne. Monica then gently pushed Brittney back onto the bed. With Yvonne's help, she positioned Brittney so that she was on her stomach and her head was extended over the edge of the bed. Monica then retrieved a stool. It had an adjustable seat so that it could be raised or lowered. Monica carefully positioned the stool so that Brittney's face would be at the same level as her vagina. It took her several minutes to get the height of the stool perfect. "Now, Brittney, you need to learn how to pleasure your Mistress. I want you to only use the tip of your tongue and your lips, additionally you will obey my directions. I don't have to remind you what the consequences will be should you disobey me," said Monica, as she held out the remote for the collar. "Yes, Mistress Monica. I will obey you," replied Brittney. "Excellent," answered Monica. She pulled up her skirt and revealed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Brittney was slightly surprised to see that Monica had no pubic hair, and she wondered if it had been removed the same way as hers had. Monica pulled Brittney close so that her slave's tongue could just reach her labia. "Okay, sissy, I want you to start licking me, take your time and be thorough." Brittney did her best to obey. It was all she