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Part Four:
Later that evening, Conrad released Adam from the chair and walked him
over to the kitchen table where he had a bowl of oatmeal and various cups
filled with different drinks. He sat a very wobbly Adam down in front of
them.
"All right. I want you to eat and drink everything in front of you. And
when you're done, we're taking you back to the chair. You have 15
minutes."
Adam looked over everything. "What......what......what's in the drinks?"
He was still shaking from his ordeals.
Conrad smiled. "One is just an electrolyte solution. I want to keep up
your strength. One is an estrogen component. The third one is a
testosterone blocker. The fourth one is an anti-depressant. You will
drink them all. You have 15 minutes."
Adam felt himself getting nauseous. He wanted no part of blocking his
testosterone and taking estrogen. "I....just......need a second.....I'm
sorry....."
"You have 14 minutes," said Conrad sternly. He then turned to see that
Tiffany had emerged from her room and was dressed to go out, wearing
sunglasses and a stylish jacket.
"Ah, my lovely," he said. "On your way to buy you and your new sister
some pretty things."
She smiled. "Yes, master. I just love shopping. It's one of the best
things about being a girl."
He moved closer to her and caressed her. "And because I am such a fucking
unstoppable businessman, you can buy anything you like, can't you Miss
Tiffany?"
"Yes, master," she said softly. "I owe everything to you."
Adam now realizing that he was going to be left alone with Conrad began to
get anxious. "Wait....Jill......uh Tiffany, whatever. You're going out?
Please, please! Find it in your heart to call the police. Okay? Please!
I don't want this! I just want to go home. Call my mom.....you always
liked my parents. Think about them.....please???? I want to go home!!!!!
Don't leave me with him!!!!"
She smiled and took off her glasses and strode over to where he was
sitting. She quickly grabbed his chin and looked at him sternly. "Listen,
you little shit. My sister is in there and I want her to come out! You
will do as your master commands you right now! Eat your oatmeal and drink
your drinks now!"
Adam wriggled free of her clutch and instinctively swatted at her arm. He
instantly regretted it as he saw Conrad spring into motion. "Wait....no!"
pleaded Adam.
Before he knew it, was on the ground with a horrible, horrible sensation
in his ribs. Conrad had him in some sort of headlock and he could feel
the pain growing in his side by the second.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" he screamed. The pain was unbearable. Focused,
unrelenting pain in his ribs. It was as if Conrad was reaching through
his skin and slowly cracking his ribs.
After about two minutes, Conrad released him and immediately propped him
up on the chair.
"If you ever....ever....hit her again.....I will make you wish you were
dead," he said calmly.
Adam was hyperventilating. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he began
to realize that maybe death was a viable option. But on the forefront was
how much pain he had just experienced. It was truly unbearable.
Conrad continued, "As you are learning, I know all about the various
pressure points on the human body. The two I've used on you so far are
the mildest. The next time, I go up your nostril and I touch your brain.
Do you understand??"
Adam shuddered. "Yes...."
"Yes, sir!" Conrad barked.
"Yes....sir," said Adam.
"Now apologize to your sister."
"I....I'm sorry....." whimpered Adam, not looking at her.
"Look at her. Better yet, kiss her foot. Do it now!"
Adam shot out of the chair and kneeled in front of Tiffany. He quickly
kissed her shoe and looked up at her. "I'm....sorry."
She smiled wickedly. "Kiss my ring, too. My pretty ring." She extended
her hand towards him. Adam immediately planted a kiss on her huge diamond
ring.
Conrad chuckled. "What a pussy. You try to hit a girl, you fucking piece
of shit. You try to hit her and then when I kick your ass, now you're on
your knees in front of her. Fucking pathetic. You know you're a pussy.
Say you're a pussy."
"I'm.....a.....pussy...." said Adam, nodding as he said it, to show Conrad
he was willing to play ball.
"Now get your pussy ass back over to the table and drink up. You have 1
minute."
Adam immediately scurried over to the table and instantly started knocking
back the drinks in sequence. He just wanted all this to be over with.
Conrad moved over to Tiffany and the two locked in a big sloppy kiss.
They locked eyes and Conrad said, "You were so beautiful just now. We are
of one mind, one heart, one soul. I want you to go be a good girl and
shop til you drop. And when you come back, I'll take a break from
converting your sister and pay real close attention to you."
"Yes, master," she said softly. "I live to please you."
She looked at Adam with a wicked smile and put her sunglasses back on.
"Be a good girl and do as our master tells you.....my sister." Then she
sashayed out the front door.
Adam felt his heart sink as he realized he was now alone in the apartment
with Conrad for the first time. Without looking up, he could feel Conrad
staring at him. He just took a couple spoonfuls of oatmeal and realized
soon that he was too nauseous to eat.
"If you are done," said Conrad, "then get up and get back in the chair."
Adam slowly stood up. Anytime he thought of looking for an escape route
or perhaps something he could use to hit Conrad over the head with, he
immediately thought of Conrad's finger probing his cerebral cortex. He
knew now too well that he was fully capable of fulfilling the threat.
"You have 30 seconds," said Conrad as he saw Adam moving slowly.
Adam picked up the pace and took a deep breath as he realized he was now
willingly placing himself into the chair. Somewhere in his subconscious,
he was realizing that he had just taken the next step towards slavery.
Part Five
Two days went by and Adam had been lucky enough to avoid any more
implementations of pain. However, this only meant that the time was spent
receiving what Conrad termed as pleasure. On pure psychological terms, it
was almost as torturous. With each hour that elapsed, Adam could feel
himself "adapting" to Conrad. After an initial period of discomfort and
awkwardness, he would soon settle in and Conrad's petting and massaging
would actually become relaxing.....and pleasurable.
He was aware that as he was being pet and massaged, Conrad's voice was
always right there and he knew that he was slowly becoming susceptible to
whatever Conrad was telling him, no matter how hard he tried to resist.
The knowledge of this....was its own form of torture. It was becoming
clear how effective Conrad's methods were....and Adam knew it.
"No one is coming to help you," Conrad said softly, four hours into the
latest session. "You might as well just give into it. It's the only way.
You have no choice. Stop fighting me. Give into it. It feels so good.
My touch is so perfect. My voice....so powerful. We are just beginning.
Only two days into your conversion. 3 months to go. Every day. Just
feeling my touch. Becoming mine.....shhhhhhh.....soooo good. It feels so
good just to feel me. Just to sit here and let me take you....."
Adam would just close his eyes and feel small victories at the moments
that he actually found himself thinking of something else. He thought
about Jill....the way she was. But it wouldn't be long before he would
eventually remember how she was now. And certainly now that she was
standing in the doorway, all dolled up, looking glamorous as her new
identity Tiffany.
Upon her entrance, Conrad stopped his routine. Adam let out a sigh of
relief.
"Okay, that's enough for today," said Conrad. "You did very well." He
began to releasing the straps and buckles that were holding Adam in. "You
are ready to take the next step."
Conrad helped Adam to his feet and led him out of the room, through the
main living room and into Tiffany's room.
"It is time we saw you for who you truly are now. Your sister Tiffany
will make you over and dress you up. Then I will give you your new name.
Then your training will.....be intensified."
Adam gulped upon hearing this. He knew he needed to come up with some
sort of escape plan and soon.
"I will be just out here doing some work. You'll be in Tiffany's capable
hands. If you disobey her or try anything funny, she'll let me know....
won't you Miss Tiffany?"
"Of course, master," she said.
"Make her pretty for me," said Conrad. "Lots of makeup. The way I like
it."
"Yes, master," said Tiffany. She then motioned for Adam to follow her in
and sit in front of the vanity. He was still only wearing boxer shorts
and a pink t-shirt.
When they were alone, Tiffany smiled and said, "Hi!"
Adam looked at her directly. "How could you do this to me????"
She smiled. "I know, right? Look, I know what you're going through.
Hello??? Look at me! Totally converted, right? Trust me, it will be
over soon....."
Adam tried to process how she was acting now, compared to her obedient
slave routine when she was around Conrad. "You have to get me out of
here. Please! If there is any amount of humanity left in you....I can't
do this anymore......"
She hushed him up. "Look, we're going to be sisters. Sisters talk about
things. So, I'll be straight with you....but you have to let me put
makeup on you. Oooooh, I'm soooo excited!"
"No, I don't want makeup! I want to go home....please!"
"Oh, master, she's acting up!!!" she said quietly and playfully indicating
that her voice could get much louder if necessary.
"Okay, okay.....fine....put makeup on me...I don't care."
"Yes, you do, silly," she laughed. "It's humiliating for you to be turned
into a girl. Tee hee."
"You want to know about humiliating? Try being in that chair for five
hours," groaned Adam.
"I was," she said beginning to apply foundation to Adam. "Totally
enslaved, remember? That's me."
Adam tried to add everything up. She was not anything like Jill anymore,
but she was more animated now than she was when she was around Conrad.
"So, like....you go out...you go shopping....and you don't try to escape?
What about your parents?"
Tiffany smiled. "I love that about me. I am sooooo under master's spell.
You know everytime I go out....the best part is when I obediently come
home without incident. It's sooooo incredible knowing how far under his
control I am. And yes, I think about Jill's parents. I think about
Jill's sister. And to tell you the truth.....I get off thinking about
their sadness. They're all pathetic....and Jill was most pathetic of all.
I'm soooo glad she's gone. Hold still...."
Adam couldn't believe it. "You have to fight this. This isn't you."
"And one might say this isn't you, sweetie. You're sitting here in a pink
t-shirt and I'm putting blush on you. Why is that?"
"Because I don't want to have my brain scrambled by that guy."
"No," she said calmly. "Because deep down you already want to please him.
He already owns you."
Adam looked down. "No way."
"Yes," cooed Tiffany. "Okay, so close your eyes. Let's do your pretty
eyes."
Adam closed his eyes. "Fuck this! I hate this."
"Soon you will love it, my sister. Sitting here with me, making ourselves
pretty for master."
Adam didn't say anything. He just sat with his eyes closed and tried to
remember anything he saw in the apartment that could lead to escape. An
errant cell phone. A way to start a fire. Anything.
She continued, "When he breaks you....that's the best feeling there is.
I always think about that moment. When I knew I he had won. When I knew
that I belonged to him and would live only to please him. It's sooo
incredible. Surrendering to him. And it's all in front of you. I'm kind
of jealous actually. I'd love to be converted all over again."
Adam felt the pressure of the eyeliner being applied to his eyelids. He
couldn't believe any of this was happening. But he was now 100% sure he
would not find an ally in this girl.
"You like being in the chair now, don't you? Looking back, I think I
liked it after about an hour. Of course, I wouldn't admit that to myself
for even a couple weeks. But looking back....yeah, about one hour.
That's all it takes. Then you're his."
Adam opened his eyes. "It's....rape. That's what it feels like."
"And you like it, yeah?" asked Tiffany.
"No I don't like rape!" said Adam, trying to keep his voice lowered.
"It's the most horrible feeling I've ever felt."
"You're being changed. Yes, against your will....for now. And it
doesn't feel good at first. I know what you're going through, honey. But
trust me....it gets sooo much better," said Tiffany. "Look up....I'm
gonna put some mascara on you. Oh, you look fierce. Just like I knew you
would."
Adam remembered this part of the equation. "You're the reason I'm here!
You chose me!"
"Uh huh," she beamed. "Because you're perfect for what master wants.
And.....because, well because....I know you'll be happier. I know you.
You're not happy out there. You never were. That's how I know you'll be
broken sooner than later....."
"You don't know anything about me!" said Adam defiantly.
"I know you're gonna be a very pretty girl. Look." She motioned him to
the mirror.
Adam was taken aback by the image of him with heavy eye makeup and rosy
cheeks. He looked like some sort of glam club kid. But he could see that
despite having very short hair, he could easily be mistaken as a girl.
"Oh god," he said. "This is really happening."
Tiffany beamed. "Awwww. I think we've just had our first girl talk.
First of sooooo many to come." She pinched his cheeks. "C'mon, let's get
you into your first pretty dress...."
Adam continued to stare at himself in the mirror. Whatever he was
feeling....he was not repulsed by what he saw. It was an intense
curiosity. The makeup made him look like an entirely different person.
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