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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and contains acts of extreme violence, sexual slavery, and other things not suited to the real world. Don't imitate and avoid reading if it will make you upset. Murderous Glee 2: The Laughter Returns Episode One: Jill Came Tumbling After I think its best to start with the last person I killed before getting back to society. I had escaped the clutches of a cult of Dianic wiccans who had turned me into a woman for my supposedly chauvinistic ways and forced me to film pornos where I was constantly degraded- yeah, it sounds pretty ridiculous. My name is Sam by the way, Samantha if you feel the need. My way out had been a long tough road- I had to play along with brainwashing long enough that they didn't suspect that I would try and poison their food- which I basically did. I killed my captors and I enjoyed it. When they were dead I gathered up evidence along with the help of Tonia, my fellow captive. I'll talk about her more later. We drove out of there back to where I had been living. I dropped Tonia off to talk to the police while I was off to talk to both my family and her family on the phone as well as check out what had happened to my dorm room. This was only partially true. I called Tonia's family on the way to campus and gave them enough information so they knew that he, now a she, was alive and well. That's when I went to pay Jill a visit. Jill had been the cause for everything that happened to me. I had thought she was my friend, though I always wanted her to be more. When I fell asleep in a meeting and insulted her feminist group, it was apparently bad enough that I deserved to be dragged off to a secret facility and turned into a sex slave. Obviously a very fair and balanced justice system among those girls. I came to her room in a maid outfit. For a better visual, my hair is brown and a little past my shoulders, my breasts are F-cups, my hips are wide and I'm about 5'8"... though I'm not sure how they managed to shrink me those four inches. Anyhow, I had a little bit of a plan, but I didn't know what I was really going. I thought maybe I'd cry and talk to her, maybe I'd just stare at her, maybe I'd act like I was thoroughly broken to see what she thought. I did know the act I was about to put on. I had taken a trash bag with me and luckily nobody had even seen me on the way to her room. I knocked on her door and stood, head bowed submissively. She opened the door and stared for a moment, unsure of what she was seeing. "Hello Mistress Jill. My name is Sam-antha and I was a very bad boy. I was sent to clean your room as a punishment. You can do what you wish with me," I said. Jill stared but then she smiled. "Come in Samantha. I have some things that need cleaning," Jill said. I wandered in and she circled me in slight amazement, her mouth agape. I stood waiting for her orders. "I hope you are learning your lessons well and becoming a better woman you dumb slut. Maybe I'll call my boyfriend here so you can suck his dick- would you like that?" she asked. I tried not to betray my emotion, so it was best for me to keep my head down and my voice weak. "I... love cock mistress. I am a good little cocksucker. Do you wish for me to clean?" I asked. Jill smirked. "Sure little maid, clean my room," Jill said with a pleased smile. She was enjoying every moment of this. She wanted to see me degraded, humiliated, broken, my soul crushed, my mind destroyed- dead in everything but my body. I twitched a little as I went to the dresser with my duster. It was already just about spotless, which is when I picked up the desk lamp and whirled about slamming it into her temple as hard as I could. She didn't even blink, a look of slight surprise on her face before she fell to the floor, unconscious- at least I think she was unconscious. My trash bag had enough tools to do what was needed. I produced some duct tape and bound her wrists and ankles securely. There was no blood, which was lucky. I gagged her mouth as best I could and triple bagged her before dragging her out. I got lucky twice- nobody spotted me a second time, and Jill's slim physique made hauling her to the car a lot easier than I thought it would be. I drove to a local party store and called my parents on the way, letting them know what had basically happened and that I would call back soon. I parked on the dark side of the building and waited a moment, till the road was silent and no one else was parked. I quickly opened the door, grabbed Jill, and ran off road into the trails, straight to the suburb still under construction. The night was my only cover. There was an artificial pond they had put in that I had had the pleasure of stepping into and nearly dying. The mud was so fine and sticky it was like quicksand. The water was now there on top, giving me a good way to escape. I swam out into the water awkwardly, not having swam in this new body of mine, let alone try to do it while carrying a body. When I reached near the middle I let the bag go, sinking it. I could not see, but I held the strings to feel where it went. When it hit the bottom, I started kicking it down as hard as I could. I'm pretty sure I could feel her squirming at this point. I kicked again and again, rising to the surface for a gulp of air, back down for another kick, up, down, breath, kick until it stopped moving. Still, I kept pushing it down, surprised how far it had sank into the mud, as well as how far it had to go. I kept pushing, eventually folding the body and scrambling to the shore to grab a few rocks to pile upon it. The extra weight of the biggest rock kept it down, sinking, sinking into the murk and I remember hoping she was still conscious as the last of the mud covered her. I laughed then, in the water, under the water, as loud as I could. I'd take a breath and go under, laughing as loud as I wanted. I felt wonderful at that moment and a little regretful, but for the wrong reasons. This was going to be the last- I enjoyed killing, but I tried to be a good person. I wasn't going to murder innocents or people who merely annoyed me- that was too much like those who had tormented me. I swam back out and made my way to the car as quickly as possible. It was an efficient route and I changed in the car, hiding my wet clothes. Episode Two: Normal Life After police reports, Tonia and I got an apartment together. Some minor awards from the Mayor, a very suppressed media response, re-enrolling in college, getting our identification changed, and a tear-filled visit from our parents later, life tried to get back to something that resembled normal, not that it ever really could. Tonia and I got an apartment together. She looked for work and began therapy sessions. While the rape councilors suggested therapy, I refused on grounds of being creeped out by psychologists. In all honesty, I was more afraid that a good psychologist might recognize that I was a giggling psychopath on the inside. Instead, I began my own form of therapy. I took some martial arts, studied it online, started sword fighting with SCA and LARPing, paintballed, got a firearms license, learned to shoot- in essence, combat was my new hobby. I wasn't great right away and I had to learn a lot of hard lessons. Paintballing and LARPing improved my readiness for combat, my reflexes, my stealth, my senses- it was imperative to be aware and stay invisible to survive sometimes. Firearm training let me know just how much more complex a gun could be compared to what I had thought. Martial arts gave me a reason to exercise, practice against stronger physical opponents. Being a girl, they took it to easy on me sometimes, so I made sure to give them reason to take me seriously in spar when I could. Some of my combat training was to sate my inner desires, but the other reason was to satisfy a growing paranoia. The first few weeks I slept only a few hours sporadically every day, staring at the door to our apartment, waiting for someone to kick it down, for some Dianic cultist ready to kill or recapture us. I checked up on our case weekly- only five members had been caught a month later. I didn't understand how that was possible- only five? There had been at least thirty people I'd connected to the crime and I figured since they had the address and a warrant that they could get even more information from the computers at the house than I had gleaned. It wasn't right- it was like they were trying not to catch them. So I trained, I prayed, I studied- I prepared in every way I thought worthwhile. Still, I'd held out hope that nothing would ever happen- that Tonia and I might grow old together, or at least move on from college, both of us safe and sound, in mind and body. Tonia and I made love nearly daily, both of us still taking estrogen supplements. I'd figured out that turning back was pretty close to impossible without a great deal of money. Female to male operations were done all the time, true, but my real penis was gone- it was something I felt I needed to accept. It was also how Tonia knew me- she knew Samantha, not Sam. Besides, I'd started to see some of the good in it. Tonia kept up her therapy and found a job waiting tables. She was actually a really cute and friendly waitress and I would rub her feet when she got home- she worked really hard. I was making my way through the biology program, concentrating on toxins and toxicology- I figured I could work in forensics and put my psychotic mind to good work. College went on, time passed and I made a few friends, most of them combat enthusiast guys. It was weird realizing that a lot of these guy friends had designs on fucking me if they could, even though I honestly had little interest. It was strange though- I knew what it was to want guys, I just didn't anymore. The drugs had done it to me when I was captured, turning me into a wanton slut. I still didn't know what drugs they used after studying for years. Five years passed, and I still hadn't graduated, but it was only a semester away. That's when it happened- Tonia didn't come home one day. I figured maybe she was out late, maybe she was filling in for someone's shift... then I called in and found out she had left hours ago. I panicked a bit- I stayed home, I called her cell- nothing. And there I was all night again, staring at the door, waiting, this time with gun in hand, wondering what would happen. It could be a misunderstanding, it could be something horrible, but a horrible coincidence. It had been five years- had they waited so long? I couldn't put my life completely on hold. I called the police twenty- four hours later on the dot and slept. I then went back to my normal routine as best I could, going to classes, going to various training activities, improving myself as best I could, in any way I could. A few days passed, no word from the police, and then it happened. I was walking back to my car from a late night class. I was on edge, and after having been to a combat LARP, I was pretty good at seeing and hearing at night. For those who don't know, LARP stands for Live Action Role Play. More to the point, its running around outside in medieval clothes with foam covered sticks, simulating medieval combat. Many of the fights took place at night and one best learned to be jumpy, search every shadow, and perk up their ears if one was to 'live' through the night. It was that same habit that saved me that night as I saw movement in the shadows of a nearby alley, heard the slightest scuffling of feet. I walked past ready to whirl around, listening to each scuffling footstep as I kept mine quiet. I counted to myself and guessed my range before turning. The man I saw wore mostly black, black hat, black coat, black gloves. He seemed stunned that I spotted him jumping back slightly. My hand was on my pepper spray- it was a big can, not the largest, but had a 30 foot effective range. My hand came up as his did and I dove to the side, perhaps a second sooner than I need to. Something shot out from his hand, I couldn't tell what, while my pepper spray fogged the air, straight into his eyes. My accuracy was excellent and I heard him cry out in pain. But it wasn't ending there. I dropped my pepper spray and my hand went to my knife. Running into range I scraped his hand with the blade, causing him to drop what I now recognized as a stun gun. My foot went to his crotch and his face went to my knee a moment later. I dragged him by the collar of his coat, back into the alley he'd came from as he clutched his balls and wept. This wasn't over. I gave him a few moments to sob before I gently laid one arm around him, while the other put my knife to his throat. My breasts pressed against his back purposefully- I wanted him to know he'd been beaten by the girl he sought to victimize. "This can get worse- who do you work for?" I asked. He just continued to sob. I raked my knife swiftly across his nose before it returned to his throat, the little scream from him filling me with something akin to joy. "Ahghha! I w-work f-for... the Coalition..." he said between sobs. I didn't know who the Coalition was, but the fact he worked for someone seemed clue enough- it made me sure that none of this was an accident, not a stun gun attack. He was going to kidnap me. "Now, tell me where your car is and where you were going to take me..." I said. I felt his body tense, ready to try and struggle so I pressed the blade slightly to remind him of the precarious nature of his position. He sobbed a little more. "I was supposed to have you tonight... I can't go back there..." He said. I didn't really care about his little gripes and reminded him of how bad this could be- so I wiped some of the pepper spray into the open wound where the tip of his nose had been. "Tell me or I'll take your balls!" I said, and it seemed like this registered to him- probably because he'd seen it happen before. The location of his car, and where he was to drive me came out, followed by how I was to be dropped off- he gave me everything. When he was done talking, I slit his throat, stabbing back in once to make sure. I giggled a little to myself as I dragged him a little further into the alley. I took his hat and his coat before pulling him into his own van, the van he planned on putting me in, alive. There were a few restraints within, fancy stuff like ball gags, pvc binders and the like. There was even a cute little playboy bunny costume for me- why disappoint? I slipped it on, a pink one piece leaving my shoulders and upper breasts exposed, a cottony tail on my butt. I waited on the ears, and covered myself with the man's coat. I took a mask and placed it in my pocket before getting back on the road again. I turned up the volume and found some death metal as the grin spread across my face and I hear the hyena howling pour forth. The laughter was back. Episode 3: A Plan, a Van, and a Very Dead Man I drove out of my small city, ready for the long ride ahead. It was an hour or so, but I couldn't wait. I smiled and adjusted the hat in the mirror, checking the angle at which it became obvious I was a girl. I bunched my hair into it. It would never work in the day, but at night, it was just a white blur topped by a black blur if I was lucky. The urban landscape was bleak and empty when I finally reached it. It looked to be a shut down factory, but it wasn't the whole truth of it, obviously. Something sinister was going on inside, though I couldn't be sure what. I could see the entrance, the four men who were there to drag me off to whatever fate they had in store. I made a split second decision to drive past them, keeping the passenger door towards them. I parked, quickly stripping off the coat, donning the ears, and putting on the mask before sitting down. Cute little victim, ready to be hauled off, I slipped my hands behind my back. I barely got onto my rump before the doors opened and I shook my head no as their meaty hands reached to grab my legs- which was when I made my move. I wanted to keep things quiet- a gunshot would cause too much noise, but my new stun gun and my knife were perfect. They barely had a chance to gasp before I stuck one in the ribs, zapping the other one into a stupor. I leapt from the van to stab the third man in the neck, kneeing him in the balls just incase before the fourth man ran forward to fight me. The other three had all been chumps, but this guy looked like a bouncer, muscle bound and angry. I slashed in a pre-arranged pattern I'd practiced, rendering his forearms into hamburger, numerous shallow slashes. Unfortunately adrenaline drove him on and he tackled me, pinning my arms with his arms, my legs with his legs. I struggled for a moment and felt as he got hard holding me down and that's when I realized he planned on raping me. The cuts in his arms might make him pass out, but they might not. I tried to slide my leg out from under him, but it was held fast between pavement and muscle. He smiled a sinister smile and I suddenly realized that in some ways, this was a person like me, a degenerate capable of horrible acts. Still, he couldn't rape me like this, I was still dangerous. He banged my wrist onto the pavement a few times until I let go of the knife. He pushed both my arms above my head and tried to hold my wrists with a single hand... but by this point, the blood running down his arms had slicked my hands and I slipped free. I couldn't get out from under him and didn't bother- I struck him in the hollow of his throat with my fingertips and he lost his composure, allowing my leg to slide up under him and use some leverage to flip. Once I was on top I just laid into his eyes, his throat, his jaw... it wasn't as neat and practiced as I'd liked, but his gasping meant something was right before his mighty arms threw me off of him. I landed with a thump and my skull bounced off the pavement. He tried to get to his feet, but I swept with my leg to take them back out. As he crashed back into the ground, I spotted a glinting in the moonlight and retrieved my blood slick knife. I came to finish him off, but it looked like his adrenaline and blood were both running thin, the cuts catching up to him. He blindly groped about, as if he were trying to grab life itself and hang on. I took no chances and drove my knife deep into his throat... and then turned it sideways. Then I started sawing... by this point the shaking was very weak, a wheeze issuing from the widening hole in his neck. I didn't blanch, though I was grinning. It took both more and less effort to get a human head off than I thought. The flesh went pretty easy, the bone took some prying, and soon I had his head in my hands. I didn't take quite as much time with the others- while I would have enjoyed it, I didn't have much time to mess around. The lack of screams was the only thing that had made this operation quiet- I couldn't afford to attract any attention. I watched for video cameras as best I knew how, but figured they would be absent- clandestine meeting places worked best by keeping attention away, and modern security might make one wonder. The workers here didn't even have weapons, though they all had handcuffs and other binding tools such as rope, duct tape, etc. I took the mask off and picked up the head... time for a meeting. I pressed the dead mans face close to the slot of the door, sunglasses still in place, eyes right up to it. I coughed quietly and tried to deepen my voice, not as easy as it used to be, before I started banging on the door violently. "Lemme in, lemme in, shes crazy!" I said in as deep and nervous a voice as I could. The slot opened. "Passwor..." the stooge said before I interrupted. "No time she has a gun let me in, let me in!" I said, shaking the head enthusiastically and pounding. I could here locks shifting as the door came open. I dropped to the side and entered knife thrusting first as the door came open, striking the doorman right in the side. Despite a momentary shock, I then stabbed rapidly, perforating the goon before he could really complain. He started falling almost immediately and I slipped inside. There was a bit of hallway and luckily there hadn't been more guards- otherwise I would have had to use the gun. I stalked the tiny hallway slowly, my ears alert. I began to hear voices as I traveled closer, until they became clear and distinct. There was little light in the factory but a glow as if from a central lantern came from a nearby room. Some classical music was playing, and there was some familiar wet slapping noises. I crept low to the floor in the shadows, watching and listening. There was a table in the middle of the room, surrounded by almost a dozen people, men and women, all appearing in dinner refinery, their opulent high brow nature contrasted by the debauchery that was taking place around them. Drinks were present on the table and the dinner music appeared to be recorded, playing from a few speakers. Two half dressed girls bounced upon the laps of wealthy looking men, both of them groaning. A slurping sound from beneath the table corresponded with the pleased looks upon the face of those at the table, which made me assume there was at least a few girls under the table. The worst was the display in the middle- I saw my Tonia, being filled in every hole by three men, her eyes covered by a blinder, latex binding her legs and arms. One man held her backside and impaled it while another man beneath her fucked her vagina. The one in front grabbed her long hair and thrust into her mouth, as tiny beads of moisture crept around the edges of her blinder, perhaps her tears. Emotion welling within me said that I should rush in, shoot everyone I saw, but I knew it was realistically very unlikely for me to shoot all of these perverse bastards. Perhaps most of them, but once they were running, at least one would get away and probably more. One would be enough to identify me, to say what happened, to find help, to enlist corrupted police- it was enough to bring down hell upon me. It had to take down every one of the bastards, without killing one of those innocent girls. So I listened. Their talk spoke of money, politics, stock- these were very obviously people of means. But, my patience won the day as they revealed things I had not known. "It is quite the shame that Jennifer's work was ended so prematurely- she made such lovely girls. To think it was five years ago, before the chrysalis techniques," one man said in a theatrical fashion. "Before everything- the Coalition was just a twinkle in everyone eyes. I'm still amazed it has come so far... good girl..." one woman said in the patronizing voice one speaks to a pet with. "I do not think it is wise to stir up the past like this. They are only two girls- we could have just forgotten them to time. Such recoveries may create more attention and more problems than we need," one man said with a yawn before a woman responded enthusiastically. "Now now, this is art we're talking about! Jennifer Micca was a visionary among the Dianic's of the Coalition, combining spirituality, reform, pleasure, feminism, everything into a wonderful tapestry. To create a slave from a man on the street is one thing, but to purposely select chauvinistic fools shows daring and strength." Another woman commented as she petted the naked girl who climbed into her lap. "A daring and strength that cost us dearly. That incident forced us to develop in this Podunk region and spend a great deal of money- we had to pay off police, manipulate politicians, hush a story hungry media. Such things are not cheap or easy..." one responded. "And yet, it was incidents like these that made the Coalition form. By operating together, we can silence those who would interfere more easily, not to mention the sharing of techniques. I hear we may be moving into politics soon in a big way..." another mentioned. There was a lot of whispering and an air of excitement. "Its too soon to say definitely, but our friends a world away seem intent on taking over, and as we have helped them we are in a position to benefit a great deal." He said. Everyone seemed ecstatic. I'd learned what I could from idle conversation and finally had a plan. I'd closed one eye for the last ten minutes and hoped I knew what I was doing. The head of the guard sailed neatly through the air, skipping once upon the table cloth leaving a bloody smear, before rolling to a stop at the long end. There was a pause and then a blood curdling scream as a few realized what it was that had just landed upon the table- it was then that I shot out the lantern. It was one bullet, but it was the best I could do- I'd just hope no one would report it. Everyone was blind, except me. The eye I had kept closed was dilated and ready for the darkness, fully capable of making out who was a party guest and who was a party favor. A few were on their feet and I took them out first, slashes to the throat and sides and back and anything they presented as a target. I stayed low to the ground and started taking out those at the table as fast as I could. It was still a tricky scenario as several of those screaming went silent and several who were silent cried out. Their eyes were not adjusted well yet, but there was precious little time. The last one had moved from the table and was using a girl as a shield, a steak knife clutched in his other hand. "Get back! Stay away I'll kill you!" he growled into the darkness. It was at this point that I just wanted to fuck with him. I'd always felt that the rich were weak. They could commit any atrocity as long as they could keep their hands clean of it. But when danger was right there, and they were scared to death, their money was worth less than toilet paper. "Awwww, but I heard I was art. You wouldn't want to destroy art would you?" I asked and giggled. He stuck the steak knife to the girl's throat, staring in my direction- he might not see my face, but he knew where I was. "I'll kill her! Her blood will be on your hands!" he shouted desperately. "Yeah, well I don't mind. I've got so much on me now, my hands could use another coat," I said and laughed. The laughter started pealing out and it didn't stop. He pushed the girl away and started running. His speed was good but his sight was subpar- he fell over a pipe in his need to flee. I slipped to the side and came close, hiding behind an old machine from when the factory had been open. I saw the man whirl over and point his steak knife in the air, looking left and right. He got up and began to hobble backwards. I walked out and he spotted me, my bunny ears likely giving me the most ridiculous silhouette to be worn by a psychotic killer. He backed up and I circled him... he hobbled to keep his face to mine, but his poor leg suffered with each moment. I lunged and scraped his hand repeatedly until he dropped the knife, grabbing his hand, and his face took on a horrified look as he realized he let go of his only defense. I moved in and he screamed as I plunged the knife into one of his eyes and out, the other eye, and out, and finally into his crotch, pulling the knife up through cloth and flesh into his belly- his screams nearly shook even me as I split him open. I laughed for a few moments before realizing that my poor Tonia was still bound there, the slaves sitting by, afraid in the dark, hearing the echoes of my madness. I realized I made an excellent monster, but a poor hero. I stifled my laughter to a disturbing smile and began to free them from any binding they had, fishing through dead men and women's pockets for wallets and keys. I finally got to my Tonia and removed her bonds. She merely sat there shaking. I put my arms around her. "Tonia, please say something. Everything is all right, I'm here." She said nothing for a moment. I stared into her scared and tear-filled eyes. "I am a dumb cunt. I suck cock. My only purpose is to serve master and be fucked." I started to cry a little myself as I squeezed her. She was one of the only people outside of my family that I had ever loved in my life. "Please Tonia, speak to me. What did they do to you?" Tonia trembled a little, her face empty, robotic. She sniffled and shook as she spoke. "I... Dr. Marcus told me...I'm a dumb slut..." she said. I held her in my arms for a few moments. A few of the slaves were unbroken enough to be capable of independent action, staring at the blood soaked bunny girl in their midst. I spoke then. "Fish in their pockets for keys. Go to your relatives. Don't contact the local media, don't contact the police, and don't let the word get out about where you are and what happened to you. Stay safe and watch the news- don't come out until you hear that the Coalition is dead," I said as I collected up few more wallets. The identifications were the real key, money was just a bonus. I sent Tonia with one of them and I kissed her goodbye- I couldn't let her get involved with what happened next. She wasn't geared to killing and her mind... I don't know if she could take anymore. I cleaned up the bodies outside before morning and drove off- I had more work to do. Episode 4: House Call I should have known that Dr. Marcus was involved, but I'd been in denial about some things. Although, denial wasn't the right word, more like I purposefully ignored things. Tonia had been to the therapist almost every day for the first few weeks after we returned to society. Soon it was weekly, then monthly, and finally she just went back for a check up every two months. However, in the past year she mentioned there was a new therapist, who was a man. I thought nothing of it at first, but I should have- it's rare for a man to be a rape councilor. Her sessions increased again. Later on, she came home one day and I smelled man on her. It was hard for me to forget that smell after the months I spent captive being fucked by three of them on a regular basis. Part of me was angry, but it was something Tonia had discussed with me- she really did feel like a girl and while she loved me, she admitted she liked guys as well. Neither of us knew what the future was going to hold and when she came home reaking of sex... I guess I just gave up a little. I wasn't really a man, so I could see her wanting a real guy. Still, she snuggled up with me and made love with me as usual. I figured if she wanted to talk about her secret lover she would when the time was right. I should have been more confrontational. Still, I've put two and three together. Tonia's relapse into a broken slave was, the words he said to her, her sexual dalliances, they all pointed to Dr. Marcus. I couldn't just barge into his offices, filled with witnesses and maybe even security- it was better to just follow him home. It was unfortunate to realize that this was an area of my training that I had ignored, but I never really thought I would be tailing people. I'd trained for self-defense, not to be an investigator. Still, I tried to be smart. I went to my apartment, ready for combat, and lucky enough to find none. I got a shower, changed clothes, and then decided to pack up as much stuff as I could- just because my house wasn't dangerous yet didn't mean it wouldn't get there. Weapons, a few changes of clothes, my pills, some other basic necessities and I was out. I'd parked the van in the same place I found it. It would be discovered, with blood, hair, a body, and a whole lot of bondage gear- I didn't really feel it was worth worrying about yet. I wiped a few key areas and hope my prints weren't found elsewhere and figured it was best not to worry. I'm not sure what it was that was driving me onward- maybe revenge, maybe a love of homicide, maybe my love for Tonia, but I was going to see this through to whatever end it reached. I took my car a block from his office and walked over to look around- he wasn't the only one working there, so it wasn't too risky. I checked pictures and headed into the parking lot. I wasn't sure which car was his, no convenient vanity plates. Still, there wasn't too many- which would I have if I were a seriously deranged man who wanted to convert men into submissive girls? I saw one SUV with tinted windows, and it looked nice, nice enough for a psychologist's wages- it was my best guess. Still it was best if I found a good place to watch the exits and caught up from there- office hours were until 9pm. I wasted some time, eating some food, and shopping for a few choice items I'd never wanted to splurge for before. One machete, one crossbow, a sleeping bag, binoculars, and some trail mix- amazing how much camping looks like getting ready for war. I hit up another store for some barbed wire, duct tape, rope, and a good saw capable of cutting metal pipes. I felt like I had a solid tool kit- maybe not perfect, but if these people were dangerous enough, I'd be finding tools along the way. I buzzed the parking lot at about 8:15pm and found that only a few cars were left, including my best guess van. I sat in my car and occasionally took a glance through my binoculars, but it was dark. When I saw someone exit the building, I knew it was a man, but I couldn't be sure it was Dr. Marcus. I waited and when the SUV came out of the parking lot, I figured this was my best shot for the day. I eased the car out, having noted that there were a few stop signs to slow him down. I sped to catch up, hoping he didn't notice. I would have preferred stalking him through a dark forest at night to driving through those streets- in the forest, I could see how he reacted, whether he suspected my motions, whether anyone else suspected. Here, it was just silent gliding, watching lights, waiting for turns. I would hesitate to takes the turns he took, and turned my lights off for short stretches. His turns became erratic, turning often, and I couldn't know if it was a complex route or whether he was trying to shake me. I just maintained a steady speed- if I gave chase, and he suspected, there would be no doubt in his mind as to my intentions. I made a decision as soon as I saw him turn into the suburb- I drove past. I had no idea whether it was his destination, but I felt if I'd followed him, it would be nervous calls to police over his cell phone, or a panicked chase- too sloppy. I slowed to a stop on the margin and tried to watch the lights, to feel out where he was going. The lights wandered into the suburban sprawl and disappeared after a few moments. I turned around and headed into the suburbs. It was hard to navigate, but my caution and observation had paid off- I found the SUV parked out front of a nice two-story house, a tan brick affair with veiled windows. I took my gun in one hand and my trusty new stun gun in the other. Only his SUV was present and not toys or bikes in the yard- I couldn't be sure he lived alone, but it was the theory I'd work on. Anybody moves I threaten to shoot. They call my bluff and I taser them. Hat, mask, and coat were dawned, the only protection to my identity. Interview Dr. Marcus, get the info, kill the bastard before I go. My plans were set. I walked to the door with hands in pockets and rang the bell- there was no seeing glass, no window. As the door opened I barged my way in pointing my gun to find... a very stunning girl with black curly hair wearing a maid outfit. She very quickly backed up and I saw a few more girls in what appeared to be the living room, one bound from head to toe with a ball gag in her mouth, the cute pink dress and blonde pigtails contrasting the black latex bindings, the other a read head in a school girl outfit two sizes too small. I shut the door as I half ogled them and half struggled to recognize exactly what was going on. Dr. Marcus sat on the couch watching television and turned with a start. "All of you, you'll be free soon. I need a word with Dr. Marcus-if you girls could just sit on the other side of the room while we chat," I said, not quite as gruffly as I would have liked, but they complied anyway. The doctor's hands were up and he looked... far less nervous than I would have liked. Still, he wasn't moving, he appeared unarmed, hands where I could see them. Safe enough. "I want to know about the Coalition- everything you know," I said. To his credit, he didn't try to lie, or make deals. He was calm, too calm. "The Coalition is what it sounds like- an alliance of like minded people. There had been many small organizations and groups who worked towards similar goals and services. As their clients became aware of the various groups at work, one ambitious soul proposed that they unite. Now, we all work together, exchanging techniques of training, transformation, and capture of worthwhile subjects, providing support when there is trouble, and keeping sleepy America oblivious to the slave trade in its midst. Is there anything else you would like to know Miss?" Dr. Marcus replied. Well, so much for poor disguises. The smugness made me want to shoot him, but not until I got what I needed. "I want phone numbers, docum..." I started, when I nearly fell over backwards, as someone leapt onto my back. I kept my grip on the gun and dropped the stun gun to deal with my attacker when Dr. Marcus rushed me. I had almost shaken the girl on my back loose with a twist of my torso when Marcus grabbed my arm and pushed it away. I punched at his midsection and made contact, but in a moment I was swarmed. I hadn't expected Stockholm syndrome. There were two hands holding each of my limbs, and while I struggled, I wasn't that strong. A hand would break loose and make contact with a strike only to be caught by another hand- I was at least confident I'd bruised some of them. The on behind me was apparently some kind of geisha, her white face and Asian features obvious. They forced me to the ground and Dr. Marcus's strong hands slowly pinned and forced my arms above my head when I felt cuff's being secured. A breast came too close and I bit it, possibly hard enough to draw blood, but it didn't stop them, merely forced them to pay attention to my head. Each moment was a struggle, but I was losing. Soon my forearms were bound together in PVC, my ankles by metal cuffs, my thighs entombed in leather. They tried a lot of tricks to get me to open my mouth but none of them really worked. They placed my mask back on me and fastened a rope to my elbows across my back, leaving my arms bound in a prayer like position, before a blinder was put over my eyes. I couldn't see. I couldn't move much. I could hear and I could feel. So, it was a revisit to powerlessness. I'd screwed up- I should have heard the girl behind me, I should have thought about dealing with a bum rush. Too late now. It was time to face the music and hope it wasn't too loud for my tastes. Episode 5: Monologuing I was being moved by the group, many hands supporting me, and the bumps let me know it was upstairs. No use struggling, not until I knew what was going on- best I could do was break my neck. I felt myself being secured into something else- I could no longer see what I was resisting, so everything just clicked into place. I wished that death was the worst fate I could face, but it certainly wasn't the Coalition's purview. I expected to be raped, brainwashed, and likely involved in kinky games. It was only a matter of time before an opportunity presented itself- that's what I told myself. If nothing else, I could starve myself or perhaps commit a fantastic suicide if it came time for it- that might scare them out of their little fantasies. Control, domination, sex, submission, these were what these people craved- not death, not murder. I could feel myself swinging, suspended from something. It seemed to derive most of it's support from the rope on my back, but my ankles were suspended further above my body, leaving my head pointing floorward. "Leave us be girls. I need to work." Dr. Marcus said. I heard a door close and then a hand ran over my ass. It kept rubbing as I heard Dr. Marcus begin to speak. "Hello, its Marcus... I'm doing fine but I've had an interesting incident, and I would like to have one of your teams come here to process this girl I have... oh, I would love to break her, but I'm afraid she may be a bit too much of a handful for prolonged treatment, and she was promised to Mr. Davidson. Oh, he has been putting on an art expo with Tonia, one of the last girls to be changed by Micca, before the incident- yes, well, I'm curious myself. I'll let you know what I find out. Tomorrow? No, that should be fine." Dr. Marcus said over what I presumed to be his cell phone, his hand still fondling my ass. I was going to check that number if I ever got the chance. There was a moment I heard some rummaging around, no longer feeling his touch. I felt my coat being pulled of, being torn apart. Cool metal contacted my skin and slid beneath my clothes, before I heard the sound of... scissors. Cool air ran along my bare flesh as he cut and a moment later I felt my pants being stripped away in pieces. He then smacked my ass as if to make a point. "Well, well, Samantha. I can't say I expected to ever get to see you here- I thought that they would have caught you and began the new training. Too bad for them, but good for me- Tonia spoke of you so highly and so often. She said that you loved her and would do anything to protect her, and I see you don't disappoint. Still, it looks as if your training has all gone to waste-but it's not your fault. Laura, formerly Lawrence, has been training to be a light footed and quiet Geisha- very difficult to hear. While I can't say I enjoyed having a gun pointed in my direction you let me see just how loyal my girls really are- they love me you know. Everyone does eventually," Dr. Marcus chatted as he cut away at my shirt now, massaging my chest as he did so. "You know, you are quite the little mystery. Tonia says that you killed everyone in Jennifer's place- the pleasure tools, Jennifer herself. And I wonder if you killed Jill too. She did disappear rather suddenly. Don't be too shocked- the Coalition has made it a point to discuss all our little mishaps, but yours is unique. A few people have slipped through the cracks, escaped, a few so-called heroes 'saved' a few slaves- but I think you are the first one to kill their way out- or are you? I suppose I'll know once I take that mask off and question you properly. But I'm rambling. Ah, isn't this better?" he said as the last flutters of my shirt fell away. I felt my bra being pulled and suddenly dropping away, and he massaged my bare chest, tweaking the nipples. My large breasts hung uncomfortably the tweaking was more pain than anything at this point. He began to fiddle with my leg straps. The thigh binder came off and so did the ankle cuffs and I kicked to try and move, but chains still bound my ankles. I felt the chains shifting, slowly pulling my legs wider and wider apart. His hand traced my vagina and my ass, digging his fingers in hard near my anus. "Well, I think I'll let you know exactly what will happen to you by tomorrow, so you appreciate what I am doing for you tonight. There are techniques to completely rid you of all your nasty little personality quirks- things like your past, your male tendencies, your fighting skills- pretty much everything that makes you who you are. Techniques that you will most likely experience sometime tomorrow morning. But for now, you get to be yourself. Pleasure before business, but you will get one last time to enjoy sex as yourself and a little pleasant conversation to work out any issues you have," Dr. Marcus said as the shears cut away my panties. I knew he waited on those for effect- he wanted to make me nervous. I had to think... if he let me talk, then maybe I could trick him. Not that I really believed it was possible. He spread my ass cheeks and I clenched them, but he kept forcing, pushing something in... it felt huge. He twisted it, and it hurt, it stretched me and I swore I was going to bleed as it seemed to tear past where my sphincter was and lodge into my anal cavity. I could feel a few tears well up- I could deal with the pain, but it still made my eyes water a bit. He pushed it, or patted it, or something and I felt some sort of liquid leaking into my anal cavity. I felt like I was going to shit myself right then. "Now, I know this isn't how you usually took it, but this should feel familiar soon. The aphrodisiac of the Dianic's is a potent tool... I'll just see when you get wet," Dr. Marcus said as he rubbed my clit. At first I was irritated, but over the course of a minute I felt it building up... heat, lust, a craving for cock. I'd experienced it before and I still couldn't entirely resist it- but I could ride it out. I wanted him to fuck my brains out, and after he was done I could kill him. The thought of sex and homicide intermingled actually made me moan and squirm a little. Fuck, suck, cock, kill, my brain was aflutter with pleasant thoughts as he slowly penetrated me. "Oh, how is it possible you could ever resist this little Samantha? You're such a sexy girl, a cute girl, and you seem so eager now." Dr. Marcus said as his hands gripped my sides and began to swing me into his pelvis, his penis driving deep into me, stretching and penetrating me in a way I hadn't been in years. The suspension let me slide smoothly back and forth, just a cunt for his use, slapping together. I could see nothing, only feel as he thrust into me over and over again and I soon heard myself moaning. "Harder..." I squeaked and he thrust harder. My dark world exploded with deep bolts of lightning, a feeling of fullness. "Faster..." I shouted and he went faster. I shuddered as my body quaked with my first orgasm. He kept thrusting as I came down a little from my high, the fierce tingling within abated slightly but slowly building back up. "Good girl, good girl," he said as he finally spilled his seed into my lifeless womb. Still, the sticky goo felt good inside me. I tried to organize my thoughts a little... I wanted more sex, I wanted to kill him, I wanted to escape, I wanted information. He patted my ass and pulled the strange suppository from my hind end. I felt good enough that it didn't really hurt as much on the way out. "Well, we'll save that for seconds, but now lets talk about you. I'm curious exactly who you are Samantha. What makes you tick? Lets talk about Tonia first. Why were you with Tonia?" he asked. I didn't say anything at first but then I realized that this was my chance to communicate. It would be better if he let me out of the harness so I could bounce up and down upon his throbbing member before tearing his throat out with my teeth, but communication was something. "It's... because I love her. She was the only one who was kind to me when I was kidnapped," I replied. It was true- in that house of tortures, with all those people fucking me, she was the only one that showed me love or compassion. "Oh? Well, I suppose that makes sense. Tonia was a very sweet girl. She told me once she just wanted to settle down and raise kids- isn't that sweet? Of course, she never told you that, because she was afraid you would hate her. You seem to be a pretty hateful person- you stabbed one of Jennifer's boys and killed him. They said you laughed like a maniac. Is that true?" Dr. Marcus asked. The tension in his voice- he was excited. This was probably the strangest case he had ever done- he had never gotten into the mind of a psychotic killer. I paused, long enough to string together some bullshit. "I... I tried to escape. I didn't really expect to hurt him but when he came at me I swung. I just made the knife for show... I...I... I didn't mean to kill him..." I said listlessly. I couldn't cry. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. Lucky for me my face already had tears, not that I could see them- but neither could Dr. Marcus. "Oh? But you poisoned them didn't you? Months later, poisoned, killed them all. After being married and everything. I think you are more cold blooded than you admit," he stated. I tried to get myself to sob- I thought about all the horrible things that happened at that place, what happened to Tonia... it was almost there. "No... I... it was an accident... they got sick somehow. I didn't believe it at first- they just all died. I... I laughed to make myself feel brave... but I was terrified. I just wanted to go home... but I didn't want to go back there ever, so I tried to find evidence. I thought the police could help," I said with a tremble to my voice. It was close. "Are you going to cry? Such remorsefulness- I think I may have pegged you all wrong. What about Jill? What did you do to her?" Dr. Marcus said. I could not see but I swore he was on the edge of his seat, awaiting my answer. I tried to stay sane. "I...I visited her. I asked for her for...forgiveness..." I said and I finally felt tears flowing. "Go on please," Dr. Marcus said as I heard a pen scribbling away. "She said that she hated me... that I wasn't a real man... that I was just a useless cunt. I told her about what I did, how I kept her off the police list cause I loved her and sh... she slapped me, she left, she told me I was stupid..." I said and sobbed. It wasn't the truth, but the feeling of betrayal was real. She was a girl I had loved and she had destroyed my life. It was the elements of truth that made it all work. I actually felt his hand rubbing my side- was he showing sympathy? "Shh, shh, just let it all out Samantha. We'll continue when you feel better..." Dr. Marcus said. His rubbing caused me to get tingly again, the drugs still working... and my mind was back to carnal delights. He rubbed me a little more. "Now, Tonia mentioned all the weapons, the fighting, the training you did- she said it was because you were afraid- was she right? Were you afraid or was it something else?" he asked as he rubbed the globes of my ass. "It was cause... cause I wasn't a man, not inside, not outside. I thought maybe, if I tried to be a man, that I could get it back... but... I was still a girl inside... your touch feels so good. I... I want to be a girl again... I'm so tired of faking..." I said and he stopped rubbing the globes of my ass. My mask was removed and he stared into my tear stained eyes... he was handsome and he moved forward and kissed me. I greedily sucked upon his lips, licking them, taking his tongue in my mouth. "All I see here is a lovely girl. It's okay. You can be a girl again. I can even make you feel like a woman." He said as he traced my nipple, squeezing my breast. "I want your cock in my mouth..." I moaned. Dr. Marcus smiled like a cat who'd caught the canary as he produced his hard manhood and rubber it in my face. I licked at it clumsily before sucking it partway into my mouth. "So long... so long since my husband... let me touch it? I want to rub it between my tits... to lick the sack and worship it..." I said as I licked at it. The Dr. groaned and he patted my head. "You poor thing.... So thirsty for cock. I'm going to let you down, but you'll have to wear your binders- I can't have you running around." He said as he went behind me and re-attached my bonds, unshackling me from the machine. My cuffs were on, but he left my thighs unbound- he wanted easy access. He lowered me down gently and I stared intently at his hardened penis, licking my puffy lips slowly. Dr. Marcus smiled and sat down in his chair a few feet away. "Crawl to me," he demanded. I struggled, inching my way along the floor, my bound hands making me a tripod, my ankle cuffs making my feet use tiny little kicks to make my way there. He seemed to enjoy my frantic struggle to reach his cock. I was an inchworm and as my brown hair hung down and tickled the head of his penis, I heard him let out a little sigh. I squirmed until I was kneeling and my hands gently stroked his hard on, before I went down on him. I tried to look up as I took his tool into my mouth, suckling the head, twirling my tongue. I was horny, and excited to have his penis in my mouth, the hardness filling my mouth, its heat tremendous. My mouth was careful for the moment, my lips pursed to keep my teeth off it, pushing it into the back of my mouth, gagging only slightly as it reached my throat. I felt his hand upon my head, caressing my hair. His face said it all as I bobbed my head up and down- he was pleased. Getting head had a weird effect- it was something a girl didn't have to do, something that seemed submissive and loving. Sex gave a girl obvious pleasure, but sucking cock was optional. Dr. Marcus felt like a king at that moment and it made me smile. As much as I liked his cock, it was time for the climax. I bit down on his cock lightly at first, then firmly, holding it in my molars and I felt him jerk from the pain. "..kley!" I said, still gripping. He punched my head once and I tightened my grip to show just how bad it could get. My caressing hands lightly grasped his balls and massaged them, pinching his scrotum. He fiddled in his pockets and pulled a key out. "..unwock!.," I said. "Ahg... I can't your face is in the way of your hands! And I could NNNGHH..." Dr. Marcus said mid-excuse as I put some pressure on his balls. I moved my hands to the side but kept the grip of my teeth tight- any sudden moves and his member would be severed. He slowly unlocked my wrists and the handcuffs fell away. The binders came off easily after that and I worked to move the knots on my elbows and I watched him, looking into his eyes. The fa?ade of control was gone... he realized just what kind of person was gnawing on his genitals and cringed. I slid the loosened rope up and off my wrist... and began to give him head normally again. He was shocked, relieved, and aghast. "I... why...what are you...." Dr. Marcus babbled as I continued to slurp upon his member, my hands eagerly pulling him to the floor. He complied, likely intrigued. I crawled slowly like some strange mermaid, ankles still cuffed, and licked up his torso, kissing his chest, until I climbed over him and pressed my cunt to his face, straddling it. I went back down onto his swollen and abused penis and begin to fondle and kiss it again. I cannot say what went through his mind, but he began to lick at my clitoris, sucking on it, and pushing his tongue inside me. It felt good. I sucked a little harder. He sucked a little harder. I deep throated. He plunged his tongue into me. Dr. Marcus matched me move for move, until his orgasm came, splashing my mouth with his cum. It was at that point that I gripped my legs around his neck and twisted. The cuffs at my ankles made it easier to hang on than I'd thought possible. He squirmed, and he gripped my abdomen attempting to squeeze the life out of me. The little motions of his struggle shook my moist cleft and I felt my climax building. The vibrations of his coughing hummed through my sex. I wrapped my legs harder and felt myself climaxing as he choked, his world going black as mine became a sea of pleasure. I hung on for at least ten minutes as I picked the key up off the floor and waited for his pulse to cease. My clothes were in tatters, so I took his, though the belt of his pants had to be fastened quite a bit, and his formal white shirt was far too small. At least my bra was intact. I checked his pulse once to make sure it had stopped and got myself armed. I'd never expected to have to fight slaves- I never wanted to kill the victims of these people. Still, if I left them alive, they would only act to reveal me to my enemies in the morning. Dr. Marcus had not been kidding around- these women loved him, enough to risk their life fighting me. The only things worth the time in his room were the knife that had been in my pocket and a letter opener. I opened the door slowly and looked left and right. I kept low to the floor and didn't let the urban environment dull my senses like it had before. I never heard her, but I felt the boards in the floor shift slightly. I whirled about, twisting my hips, and struck the surprised geisha-like figure in the ribs with the letter opener, and her mouth opened in surprise for only a moment before falling over. The other three were as quick and brutal. I made it a point to put them down fast, snapping their necks if I could to relieve pain. I actually felt bad for once killing people. While choking the doctor to death had been a blast, these girls were just crazy from brainwashing. I wished I had a good way to justify, but I just didn't have the resources or the time to deal with them any other way. The hard drive of the computer came out after I cleaned the house, but more importantly the phone numbers and cell phone of Dr. Marcus. I took off, despite a desire to fight a few surprised thugs of the Coalition. I still left the gas on for them- lets hope one of them is a smoker. I wanted to see how vast the Coalition was and give them a fight worth remembering. It was time to do some digging.