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Auryn Dawn - Hanna (part 2)
Though, this is once again, an unfinished part of an evercontinuing
story, I felt it deserved its own place. This installment of story is
somewhat darker, the enjoyment of it depends on one's taste.
Hanna part 2.
Eyes opened, yet only for a second did everything seem somewhat normal. A
beautiful naked woman stood behind an old wrinkled man twisting some
dials and looking mighty pleased with himself. That beautiful woman was
Hanna. Images of wild carnal sex flashed before Fred's eyes, she'd been
amazing last night. Yet somehow he couldn't remember when or where he got
out of bed and into this strange contraption now surrounding him. Trying
to shake the cobwebs from his mind, immediate suspicion was aimed at the
old man - his uncle Zevorlin. After these few seconds of introspection,
Fred became aware of something else. Zevorlin used to look a lot smaller.
"Step out of the machine, good cousin," the doctor ordered.
Fred found himself instantly obeying and without further thought, he
stepped onto the cold laboratory floor. Wickedly grinning, Zevorlin
added, "And come, walk over to this mirror for me."
Fred noticed that his first impression about the difference in height had
been correct, it seemed the doctor had made him at least a good thirty
centimetres shorter. He wondered if he could look Hanna in the eyes from
a level perspective.
As Fred walked, he noticed more things; the way his hips seemed to sway
from side to side, the small, careful steps he was taking. Feeling the
confusion throughout every fiber of his body, he looked down on himself.
What he saw made it instantly clear; he was now a woman!
As shock registered on his cousin's face, Zevorlin laughed, "This mirror
will let you see what kind of genius work I have done."
As Fred approached the mirror, a beautiful young woman around the age of
twenty seemed to be walking towards him reflected. She seemed to be of
asian heritage, though somewhat mixed with various other racial
characteristics. She was small, probably only about 165 centimetres,
though her breasts protruded outwards a fair bit, heightening her
sexuality. Her hair was long and silken black, reaching down behind her
back and spilling over her magnificent breasts, though not covering them
entirely. It was thick and seemed to almost glow faintly. Her taut waist
and stomach showed a tiny bit of muscle-tone, giving her the look of
someone who was no stranger to working out or was perhaps an adept of
yoga.
Though her legs were not very long, they gave that impression because of
the way they flowed out from under her. Though Fred hated to admit it,
the doctor was no fool when it came to designing women. Fred now
understood; as he gazed upon his new altered self; that Hanna might very
well be someone changed as he was now. He understood that he might've
very well slept with a man transformed last night, a thought that caused
a look of shock on his beautiful face. The delicate eyebrows raised, and
the mouth slightly openened, she was an enticing sight to behold. Her
lips had a kind of darker color and her dark brown, almost black,
mysterious eyes promised some kind of hidden unbridled sensuality. Fred
was now her, but resolved not to stay this way.
"You sick man, what have you done to me?" he cried out.
"A little dense, are we?" the doctor replied. "It must be quite obvious,
even to one of your minor intellectual capabilities, that I have
transformed you into a ravishing beauty. As payment for the trick you
tried to pull on me, trying to swindle me out of my money! As you now
stand, so shall you be in my hands forever! But rest assured, in time you
will come to accept and love your new self."
Enraged, Fred replied, "Never will I submit to being just some plaything
for your amusement, some cheap harlot you can have prancing around to
satisfy your sick needs!"
At this, Hanna started to cry softly, immediately gaining the attention
of the former man who now shared her fate. "I'm sorry," he started, "I
didn't mean to make you think I..."
But Hanna just turned away and cried softly to herself, wishing she could
leave.
"For making my Hanna cry you will be punished as well," the doctor said.
"Now turn around for me and stay very still so that I may closely inspect
you."
Fred was determined to do no such thing but he was unable to stop himself
turning around to face the insane scientist. The doctor approached him,
and like some farmer checking out new livestock, circled around him
poking and prodding here and there. It was humiliating to an incredible
degree, almost driving Fred to tears. Almost, for he wouldn't want to
give the satisfaction to this mad man. She was forced to endure it for a
good few minutes before Zevorlin finally seemed satisfied.
He looked ponderingly at Fred before stating, "I think I have come up
with a name suitable for someone as lovely as you."
"What do you mean, you can't just change my name, you can't change who I
am on the inside just because you put your stinking hands on the
outside," Fred replied.
"Oh, but my dear cousin, I can and I will ensure that the way you
perceive yourself will change quite dramatically. Starting with the name!
I will that you now answer to the name of Auryn. You will react to this
name and only this name should I call you - and believe me, I will," he
added in a sinister tone.
"Furthermore; you will think of yourself as female now, and continue to
act in a way suitable to your appearance. Though you will not forget who
you were, the subliminal codes I have put inside your brain will change
your manners to those of a sensuous woman over time. When they will have
run their course, no one will ever suspect that the woman you are now was
once a man. And by the way, don't think of leaving any time soon, as I
have informed your beautiful companion; a single word on my part is
enough to stop you dead in your tracks, literally."
Fighting back ....her... tears, ...Auryn... looked down enfuriated. "No
matter what you do to me, or have done, you will pay for this soon," she
hissed. "I will find a way out of your sick little world and when I do
you will be sorry you were born."
Laughter echoed through the laboratory, like whips on virgin backs. "No,
best you leave those thoughts where they belong; in neverland," Zevorlin
stated. "But for now, I shall let you two have some peace, this mad
science takes a lot out of man you know," he chuckled. "Go together to
the room where Hanna lives and do whatever it is that girls do. I suggest
you make yourselves comfortable up there, you'll be staying here for some
time."
Together, the two women started to leave the laboratory, while Zevorlin
left through a side-door that lead to his bedroom. Both unable to speak,
not because of Zevorlin's "medicine", but because of emotional distress.
In silence, they walked together up the stairs to Hanna's room. The world
seemed to be filled with darkness, and despair. When they got to Hanna's
room, a flood of memories came back to Auryn, about how this ordeal
really had begun. Fighting back tears, she just quietly went to sit on
her lover's bed.
"I know how you're feeling," Hanna began, "but trust me, we will find a
way out of this place and give that man what he deserves."
The last words seemed to fall like black drops of bitter rain. "But
tonight, we'd better just try and sleep, dreams will tell us what to do."
"Do you mind if I sleep next to you?" Auryn asked. "Or do you want me to
take a mattress from some other room?"
The look in Hanna's eyes spoke volumes, no answer was needed.
As both of them tried to fall asleep, and failed at doing so, their
bodies moved closer together. It seemed beyond their conscious knowledge,
the search for warmth and company that now held sway over their actions.
As they moved closer together and stared into each other's eyes for what
seemed like an eternity, they felt a bond and kinship so strong there was
no escaping what would happen next. Hanna started, carressing the soft,
beautiful back of her formerly male lover - she felt so different now, so
delicate. As her breathing quickened, Auryn started to respond physically
to the touches of the woman laying beside her. She moved closer even and
shifted her left leg to between Hanna's.
The feelings became so overwhelming, the kiss between them was eroticism
defined. The pace quickened and both their hands moved down
simultaneously to their partner's sacrality. There was electricity
surrounding them, enveloping them. Their minds filled with imagery of an
unimaginable kind. Their bodies were alight with sensations never
experienced before. Four hands seemed to be everywhere, and skin was
everfeeling. The moans, at first soft, had turned to growls on Hanna's
part. Somehow she seemed to have taken control in this situation, the
formerly male lover now truly was with her, like never before. She
scratched as she had done before, yet harder. She moaned and growled as
she had done yet more forceful.
She was taking Auryn with her, as she suddenly switched positions and
went down on her. Still keeping her hands on Auryn's magnificent breasts,
her tongue, like that of a expert in all things tantric, found its way
into her lover's damp sex. Darting, flicking, slowing down, darting,
turning... Auryn sounded like a raw, wild animal in the throws of
absolute orgasmic pleasure. After her orgasms had died down, Auryn
returned the favor by shifting her position, so that both their faces
were now buried, in shaven fields. Like this, they pleasured each other
for an uncountable amount of time before again lying face to face with
each other, smiling. Slowly drifting of to sleep, and dreams...
---
Hanna shook awake, or at least, in what she assumed to be another dream.
It must've been, because Auryn wasn't laying beside her. Instead, she
found herself alone in her room again. Expecting a similar show like
before, she got up slowly and walked towards the closet carved with
animals, gods and demonai. Standing before the closet, a mirror appeared
shimmering.
A voice, sounding old yet decidely female, spoke, "Hanna, listen well for
I shall say this only once - it is you who must overcome the problems set
upon you. It is only you who can break this cycle of detriment and
wrongdoing - You must become who you really are."
Hanna replied, "What is it I am, I am confused, lost and doubting, man or
woman, lover or slave?"
The voice softly laughed, "Do not think dear, that descriptions of one's
self are always meaningful, they divide when truly we are them all, as
you must come to know. Now, open the first door and choose your destiny."
The mirror disappeared, leaving Hanna to her choice. She opened the left
door of the long, broad closet and found that there was only one outfit
inside. It was a skintight black catsuit, just her size. Below that were
long black leather boots with very high heels. After a few seconds of
deliberation, Hanna donned the black catsuit slowly. The strange
sensations that went along with having put on such a formfitting ensemble
washed over her. After she slipped on the black boots she took a few
steps back, trying to walk in them. It was no problem, in fact, the whole
outift served to make her feel more empowered, stronger than she'd felt
in a long time. The mirror appeared, shimmering into existence once more.
As she looked into the mirror, Hanna felt like she could take over the
world. She looked like some sort of dominatrix, insanely beautiful,
irresistible even. The soft, old voice spoke again; "Now, I will show you
what you can become, close your eyes and see anew" Hanna closed her eyes
for a few seconds, then opened them again. Auryn was now lying on the
bed, crying. She was crying because Zevorlin was on top of her, forcing
his way into her. Enraged, Hanna strode to the bed and with a strength
she never before possessed, even as Hank, she grabbed Zevorlin and threw
him straight across the room. In a corner, a crumpled pile of of old man
whimpered.
"Why, why? This can't be happening."
Hanna walked towards him, and with one hand pulled him upright. She
looked her captor, the focal point of all her anger and frustration in
the eyes and said, "From now on, you will do no more evil to either Auryn
or myself. You are no longer significant, fit only to lick the dirt off
of my shoes. You will adress us only as Mistress, and you will become the
kind of slave you tried to make of us."
Zevorlin began, startled but with an evil glint in his eyes, "I will do
no such thing, my voice-control will..."
Hanna cut him off by shaking his frail body from side to side, afterwards
slamming him into the wall again.
"Listen you cretin," she said, "you have tortured us for too long, and
now it is time to return the favor. Now bow down and lick, maggot."
She forcefully pushed Zevorlin down to his knees and zipped open her
catsuit to where her sex became exposed.
"Lick, maggot," she stated again.
The doctor could do nothing else but obey Hanna, now so strong and
overpowering. The doctor's inexperience with women became painfully
obvious. He seemed completely incapable of knowing what a woman wanted,
his tongue knew not the right place, and Hanna could not long endure it.
"You are truly worthless, cretin!" she said, lifting him again and
looking him in the eyes that now portrayed a hint of fright. "For your
lack of understanding a woman's needs you will be punished."
Hanna put her hands around Zevorlin's neck and began choking him. Slowly,
the colour that was left on his withered old face began to drain. He
tried to struggle in vain and his breathing almost stopped. Almost, for
Hanna was no murderer, even in dreams. When it became clear that Zevorlin
was about to die, she let go after forcing him against the wall. He
slumped down into a crumpled, pathetic heap and was silent. Hanna spit on
the man, and kicked him again for good measure, before walking over to
the bed. On it, Auryn was still quietly sobbing, having missed most of
the confrontation between the doctor and her lover. Hanna, somewhat
startled by what had occurred, sat on the bed next to Auryn. She sat
there, waiting a few moments before her hands moved to comfort her
partner. As the soft fingers of Hanna rubbed her lover's back, her
breathing became more normal.
She stopped crying and turned to face Hanna, who said, "Don't worry, he
has no power anymore, look at him, lying there like the sack of shit he
is."
Auryn looked at the corner of the room and saw Zevorlin there. Her captor
and would-be rapist now resembled nothing more than a pile of thrown away
clothing, softly breathing in hurt. Auryn smiled, and her smile was
angelic. Hanna moved closer to her, her dominant persona was now mostly
satisfied. Though she felt the urge to act according to her outfit, Hanna
was able to put aside this urge and simply be there for her lover. As the
images of this dream began to fade into obscurity, Hanna was still
sleeping, her arms around the person she had come to love so much in such
a short time.
----
Meanwhile, Zevorlin had shook awake, panting heavily after he'd felt like
he was suffocating. He'd had this strange dream in which his Hanna had
kicked him around like some ragdoll. At first, he'd been doing the dirty
to Auryn, when suddenly out of nowhere Hanna had appeared in his dream
and kicked the shit out of him. As Zevorlin tried to make sense of what
had happened, he noticed he was lying in the corner of his room. How had
he gotten out of bed? That was some nightmare he'd had. As he tried to
get up, he noticed he was feeling battered. A close inspection of his
body revealed some nasty bruises on his stomach and arms. Also, his legs
felt wobbly and he was still somewhat out of breath. A faint image of
Hanna choking him in his dreams lingered a bit, before fading. He tried
to shake the cobwebs out of his brain.
"Wow," he pondered, "I've really been taking a toll on myself these last
few days. Maybe I should take it easy for a bit, after all, strange
dreaming is connected to exerting one's self."
Zevorlin slowly and painfully moved towards his bed, determined to rest a
bit more. Though he was a little scared of what he would dream, he
decided that that kind of thinking was for sissies. And though he was by
no means a man of great physical prowess, he...
"Wait a minute," he thought, "with some minor adaptations, that machine I
used to create my lovely slaves could make me young and fit again."
Why didn't he think of this before? Of course, it was so obvious, he
could make himself the man of every woman's dreams. Smiling wickedly,
Zevorlin drifted off to sleep again, thinking about the perfect body for
the perfect kind of sexual deviances he had in mind. No woman would be
able to resist him. Oh, what a lovely thought.
- To be continued...
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