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Cassia V By: Ryker Two weeks later, I could tell Miss Cassia was getting ready for something to happen. Part of me was concerned, and I wanted to ask her, but when I broached the subject, she told me not to worry about it. She was already annoyed with me from when I previously begged her to let me cum. When I grew more concerned, I asked again. "Damn it, Marisa! Do you only think about yourself!?" she yelled at me. She started using my name more often instead of "sissy" except when she was rather annoyed with me, for which I was grateful. I was glad she used it now. "No, Miss Cassia! I'm sorry. I..." I didn't know what to say. I was asking mostly because I was worried about her as much as me. Well, almost. I wanted to tell her so, but I knew it would be a mistake. The damage was done. "Go to my room and get my belt," she ordered, sternly. I went up to her room hurrying only a little. She was upset with something other than me. With a bit of time she may cool down. But when I got back, I saw I made another mistake. "What the fuck, sissy!? What took you so long!?" she exclaimed. I was back to "sissy." She held out her hand for the belt, and I gave it to her. "Over my lap." She spanked me hard, over and over again. I was crying out after a few lashes. After a few dozen I was sobbing. Then I was dismissed. I curtseyed before hurrying out of the room. Just when I thought I'd get out of there with my skin, she said, "Oh, fuck it. Sissy, get back here." As I came back to her, she bent me over exposing my ass again. Oh, please don't hurt me anymore, I thought, but was wise enough to keep my trap shut. "It's been a long time since you have had a good ass-raping, sissy. Do you think you deserve one?" NOO! I wanted to scream with all my will, but I knew she already made up her mind, and fighting it would only earn me worse. So I answered, "Yes, Miss Cassia. I was selfish. I wasn't thinking of you. I deserve to be punished. Please rape my ass. I need to be fucked hard." Finally, she let me stop. I felt her cock pushing up against my anus. Then she thrust into me hard, slamming her hips into my sore ass cheeks. It went on forever. She was so rough my ass burned. I was crying and squirming against her hold and begging for her to stop, but there was no escape. At long last it was over. Exhausted, she fell back into her chair. I lay there sobbing, unable to move. Between heavy breaths, Miss Cassia ordered me, "Come clean my cock, Marisa." It took all my strength to lift myself up and crawl to her feet. I took her into my mouth and licked her cum from her cock and didn't stop until she reached down and took my face in her hands. I still couldn't stop crying. "I'm sorry, Marisa," she said sincerely. "You didn't deserve that." "Yes, I did, Miss Cassia. I upset you." "No, you didn't," she interrupted. "You saw something was wrong and wanted to help didn't you?" I wasn't sure what to say. Clearly the effort of beating me and her orgasm set her at ease, but was she truly sorry or was this a test? I just nodded to her. She held me for a while, and apologized again. Fortunately, she really was sorry, and I didn't have to wear my gag. I had a chance to suck her cock that night and avoid another ass-raping. She even let me cum to show she was sincere. ---- I still couldn't forget the day we went out, either. This time I waited until I had pleased her under desk one day, and I knew she was happy with me. I worked up the nerve to ask if we could go out again, but I was refused. "Now is not a good time, Marisa. I need to talk to you." She looked at me seriously. "I'm going on a trip," she told me. "It's a very important visit for my research, and I cannot take you with me." "How long will you be gone, Miss Cassia? I'll be lonely without you." "Just a few days, and no you won't. You'll be staying with Dr. Morgan while I'm gone. He will take care of you." I was not happy to hear that, thinking of the abuse Dr. Morgan liked to put me through. "Please, I don't need anybody to take care of me. I'll behave here, I promise, Miss Cassia." "I know you would," she assured me gently, "but I can't let you stay here. You can't leave the house on your own. What if there was an emergency?" Her voice became firm, "No, you'll stay with Dr. Morgan." "Yes, Miss Cassia," I knew I was defeated when she took that tone. "Don't fret, Marisa. I made him promise to treat you well. But he will have some fun with you. It wouldn't be proper to have him do this favor for me without something in return." Now I was worried what "fun" could mean, but I only nodded in compliance. Miss Cassia had me pack a bag of some of my things a few days later. I was unhappy that one of them was my corset, but at least she didn't have me pack my penis gag. Dr. Morgan came by that afternoon to pick me up. "We're gonna have so much fun, girl," he mocked me, running his hand along my body and giving my breast a squeeze. I just nodded. I didn't trust myself to speak. I'd likely end up begging Miss Cassia not to make me go, and she would be furious at such a lapse in behavior in front of Dr. Morgan. "Be a good girl for Dr. Morgan, sweetheart," Miss Cassia told me as she came up to me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "Please hurry home," I whispered when she came close. She only smiled at me and stroked my face without saying anything. Dr. Morgan dragged me away by my arm. Outside, a stretched limo was waiting for us. Dr. Morgan gently pushed me in before climbing in and settling onto the seat. There was some space between us, and he said, "What are you doing way over there, bitch? Sit next to me." As I slid down the seat up against him, he retrieved the keys to my handcuffs from a small bag Miss Cassia had given him. He unlocked my wrists and re-cuffed them behind my back. Then he opened his pants and pulled out his giant cock. "Do you want this, sissy bitch?" he asked. "Yes, sir, please let me suck your massive, glorious cock." When he didn't move, I knew it was a sign I should go on. "I need to suck it so bad, sir. I want to feel it on my lips and down my throat." He pulled my head down into his lap. As I choked on his cock, he ran his hands lightly over my bound arms and cupped my breasts. I was getting excited, too, as he was running his hands over my body. I started sucking his cock eagerly, and he was getting close to orgasm. "Better swallow it all, bitch. You'll have to clean up what you spill," he warned me. Then he exploded into my mouth. I tried to get it all down my throat, but he always had so much, and some escaped onto his lap. I promptly licked it up to avoid any reprimand. Positioned as I was, I well aware that my ass was in the perfect place for a spanking. I was so roused from him fondling my body, I had to resist the urge to beg for him to let me cum. I knew Dr. Morgan was not my forgiving Miss Cassia, and I'd likely be humiliated and punished for speaking anything at all. Turned out, it wasn't an issue anyway. No sooner had I cleaned him up than he produced a huge fucking ball gag from somewhere and forced it into my mouth. He kept my head in his lap while he resumed running his fingers over my arms and body and breasts. When he started rubbing my ass, I flinched. I was still a little sore from the spanking Miss Cassia gave me, and he knew it instantly. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?," He asked gravely. I wanted to tell him that it wasn't like that, but I doubted he'd believe me even if I could speak. He'd likely hurt me for my "crime" against Miss Cassia. Gagged as I was, all I could do was nod to avoid anything worse. "What did I tell you about treating that remarkable mistress of yours with respect," he said. Then he slapped my tender ass. I yelped through my gag, hoping this would be over soon. For once I got my wish. The car stopped before Dr. Morgan landed a second blow. "We'll finish this later," he said, throwing me off his lap and exiting the car. Dr. Morgan's chauffer, a good-looking blonde woman, helped me out of the car and got me started on my way up the walkway to the house. It was an older house and a little smaller than Miss Cassia's. I was thankful for that since I figured I'd be cleaning it. When Dr. Morgan got to the door, a maid answered it and curtseyed to him as he spoke several words to her. I caught the end as I caught up to him, "and make sure our guest is shown to her room." Then he disappeared into the house. The maid was a very beautiful woman with dark hair cropped short. Even with her short hair, I was almost certain this was a natural woman. She admitted me to the house and told me to follow her in a soft, very sweet voice. She led me through several rooms and hallways to one of the back corners of the house. "These are the servants quarters where we spend our time when we are not working. Make sure you do not leave this hallway unless instructed. I'll show you your room, sweety." My room turned out to be a small bedroom painted pink and adorned with frilly curtains and bedspread. A vanity, like the one in my room at home, sat in the corner. When I turned around the maid was walking back down the hallway with her cute ass swaying sexily. I figured I could have explored the servant area of the house, but I was still a little intimidated, so I decided to stay in my room. A little while later, a brunette woman with light brown skin and large breasts came into the room wearing a sexy top and miniskirt with high heels. I figured she was probably Latin. She was a few inches taller than me and probably outweighed me by thirty pounds. Her mannerisms indicated she seemed pretty sure of herself. "Aren't you a pretty one?" she said when she sized me up. "I'm Selena." When she spoke I was certain she was a sissy, like me. Well, obviously not quite like me. Since I was unable to respond to her, I curtseyed to her. She smiled at me. "You won't be needing that uniform here," she said as she began removing it from me. "Dr. Morgan already has a maid. She does all the cleaning. I manage the household, and that includes you. If you ever need anything, you get it from me. Don't ever bother the doctor. Your job is to keep yourself looking and smelling pretty for when he wants to play with you." She continued to remove my clothes, laughing when she found my chastity belt, "Oh, isn't that cute." Then she produced Miss Cassia's keys and removed my bondage devices, including my chastity belt and vibrator. Lastly she removed my gag. "Thank you, Miss Selena," I said. She laughed heartily at that. "Oh, and polite, too! But I haven't been a 'Miss' anything since I was twelve years old!" "Yes, Selena," I corrected myself. Then she told me, "Your name while you are here will be 'Tinkerbelle' since you're so much like a little fairy." That surprised me a bit, and it took a moment for me to reply, "Yes, Selena." She walked around me, admiring my naked body. Then she asked me, "Have you sucked the good doctor's cock yet, Tinkerbelle?" "Yes, Selena." "He's fucking huge isn't he?" she asked, laughingly. "Uhh... yes, Selena," I replied, blushing a bit. "Good, because you look so sweet that I want you, but I can't be having you before he does," she said with obvious lust in her eyes. Then she whipped out her cock and held it before me. "Would you like to suck my cock, Tinkerbelle?" "Y... yes, Selena. I would be honored to suck your beautiful cock," I rattled off one of my conditioned responses. "Oh, you truly are adorable," she laughed at me again. I went to my knees and took her brown cock in my hands and started stroking her. Then I kissed her head and took her in my mouth, giving her one of my expert blowjobs. She was moaning loudly and encouraging me to go faster and deeper in no time. She held me against her as she started cumming in my mouth. Then she wiped my mouth with her fingers and licked them clean. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock and taste your delicious cum, Selena," I told her. "Oh, we are going to have a lot of fun with you here, sissy." Then she walked off, leaving me on my knees. ---- Left alone in my room, I thought about my situation. For the first time since I could remember, I was by myself without my chastity belt, and of course I considered jerking myself off. But then I thought better of it. I was probably being monitored here, too, and if I was caught... I shuddered when I thought of what Dr. Morgan would do to me. Besides, it was a lot easier to resist the temptation to touch myself when my vibrator wasn't buzzing in my ass. After a little while I needed to use the toilet, so I ventured out of my room to find the bathroom. The first door I passed was open. When I looked inside, I saw it was a bedroom similar to mine. On the bed was the sissy I saw with Dr. Morgan at Lord Yellowshit's party. She was lying down with her hands tied behind her back and a ball gag in her mouth. She lifted her head when she saw me and we stared at each other. I wasn't sure what I should do. Should I go in there and try to talk to her, or am I supposed to leave her alone? I thought. After several seconds she just put her head back down, and I decided to move on. The next two doors were closed, and I considered peeking in to see if one of them was the bathroom, but then I noticed light and noise coming from the next door. When I listened, I heard talking and sounds from a TV, then I heard Selena's laugh. I knocked. She came to the door, and when she opened it, I saw that she had a little apartment in there with a mini kitchenette and living room. I noticed a door that seemed to lead into another room. "Well, what can I do for you, Tinkerbelle?" she asked me, smiling. "Please, Selena, I need to use the toilet." I blushed a little, ashamed of having to ask. "Of course. Follow me. I guess you never got the tour back here." She showed me the bathroom and waited for me to finish. It was a rather large bathroom with three sinks and a large tub. Big enough for multiple people to use at once. Then she led me down the hall to show me the other rooms. One of the closed doors I passed before was the maid's room. Her name was Candy, and the other was a broom closet. I learned the sissy on the bed was Missy. She was an ex-husband of one of Dr. Morgan's friends whose heart he had broken. Apparently, he cheated on her and left her, taking most of the assets in the divorce. Dr. Morgan took it upon himself to exact revenge on him, and turned him into his sissy slave. Selena had no shame in relating the story to me right in front of Missy's door where she could hear. "Is she always gagged and tied up like that?" I felt compelled to ask. Selena shrugged as if was no big deal. "Most of the time. When she's not sucking my cock, or Dr. Morgan is not 'playing' with her." I shuddered at what her life was like. Selena laughed at me. "Don't worry, Tinkerbelle, he'll play with you, too," she teased me. Then she grabbed the back of my head and turned me to look into her eyes. "And you can suck my cock any time you want to, OK?" she said playfully with a wide smile. "Yes, Selena," I replied. I was embarrassed and didn't know what else to say. "Now go make sure you smell nice for tonight. The good doctor will be home soon, and he'll no doubt want to play with his new toy tonight. Don't forget to give yourself an enema in case he wants to fuck you. I have to go cook dinner, now." I washed up, inside and out, and went back to my room to apply some sweet-smelling perfumes I found in my vanity. I didn't know what else to do. Candy came in with dinner a little while later. She smiled at me and left me a plate and then went to help Missy eat. It was good food, but Selena was nowhere near as good a cook as Miss Cassia's chef. After dinner, Selena came for Missy and me. She led us down some stairs to the basement where Dr. Morgan had a little dungeon set up with chains and ropes and benches along the walls, but there were no whips or canes or anything like the ones in Mistress Donna's dungeon. Dr. Morgan liked to feel the flesh in his hand when hitting his slaves. Dr. Morgan smiled at us when we came in. He grabbed Missy and began spanking her slow and hard, while Selena tied my hands behind my back. When she was done with me, she left. Dr. Morgan threw Missy to the floor and came over to me. I couldn't resist flinching when he came close. He grabbed me and began stroking my cock. I started to moan despite my fear. He told me I wasn't allowed to cum until he did. Soon enough, I was struggling to hold back my orgasm. I pleaded with him, "Please let me cum, Dr. Morgan. I can't hold it any longer. Please." "I told you that you have to make me cum first, bitch. Do you wanna make me cum? Tell me what you want, sissy." I knew what he wanted me to say. Knowing that it stood between me and my orgasm, I desperately wanted it, too. "Please let me suck your glorious cock, sir. Please, I need it so bad. I want to make you cum so much! Please!" Then he smacked my ass hard, stopping my pleas to suck him off. "I don't think you deserve it, bitch. I think you need a lesson in proper respect first. Do you want me to spank you?" I needed release so badly, that I actually wanted him to spank me so I could get off afterward. That was a new one for me. Even the thought of his hand striking me painfully didn't deter my urges - yet. "Yes, sir! Please spank me! I was naughty and deserve to be spanked. Please I need it." His hand fell on my ass again. And again and again. By the fourth stroke, I was crying out and regretting my words. He spanked my ass and thighs several times until I was sobbing and begging him to stop. Then he started slapping the rest of my body, including my breasts. I don't know how long it lasted or how many times he hit me. I couldn't even form words anymore. I was gurgling on my own spit, trying to plead with him to stop, but whatever came out was gibberish. Finally it stopped. He rubbed his hands over my tender red flesh. Then he started stroking my cock and fondling my breasts again. Despite that, I was in so much pain that I couldn't get really aroused again. My cock firmed a bit, but I couldn't please him the way he wanted. Disgusted, he bent me to my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth. He fucked my face long and hard until my throat was raw. When he got close to cumming, he held me there, deeply impaled on his monster cock, until I started retching and gagging. Then he threw me to the ground and jerked his load all over me. I couldn't stop retching and vomited all over myself as well. Luckily, he was done with me and left. I don't know how long I lay there, whimpering on the floor covered in his cum and my own vomit. At some point Missy came over and sat next to me. I was grateful even though she couldn't do much while bound and gagged. When I started to calm down, Selena came in. She didn't say anything. She just rolled me onto my back and started jerking me off until I came. Then she untied us, and they both helped me up the stairs and to the bathroom. Selena left us to get cleaned up, and Missy and I bathed each other. She was still gagged, and I didn't feel like talking, so we washed in silence until Selena came to bring us to our rooms. I cried myself to sleep that night and prayed that the next day wouldn't be so terrible. It wasn't. Neither were any of the days that followed. Each morning, Selena would come and take Missy or me to give Dr. Morgan his morning blowjob. Candy would leave early to do her house chores, while Selena cooked and took care of us or went out to run errands. Missy was usually tied up, so she couldn't do much. I tried to keep busy and enjoyed long baths. Sometimes, I'd take Missy to join me. She seemed to enjoy it when I bathed her. Whenever Candy took a break from her chores, she often came back to chat with Selena or me or talk to Missy, even if Missy was still gagged. Missy seemed to enjoy that, too. Candy didn't seem very bright and talked a lot about nothing. I grew tired of her fast. She was no Miss Cassia, that was for sure. Several times, Selena would have one of us come into her apartment and suck her off. She also fucked Candy a few times. Since I really didn't have any chores, the days were fairly relaxing and even easier than at home. Of course, that gave me more time to dread the coming night. Most nights when Dr. Morgan got home, we would be fed and waited until he wanted to play with us. That usually meant Missy and I were brought to his dungeon. Sometimes, Candy was summoned, too. Dr. Morgan bound us and fondled us and fucked us or made us suck his cock. The second night, he bound my hands over my head and fucked me from behind while groping me and stroking my cock. I was warned not to cum before he did, and fortunately, I held off until he was done. But, he didn't beat much me anymore, and that seemed to upset him. Something was holding him back. He never beat Candy much either; just gave her playful, half-hearted slaps that she seemed to enjoy. Sadly, for Missy, that meant Dr. Morgan took out all his frustrations on her. She didn't miss his change in mood, either. She often looked at me with resentment and wouldn't talk to me even when her gag was removed. I felt guilty for that. Though she still let me bathe her occasionally, as long as I didn't try to talk to her. One night Dr. Morgan brought a bunch of guys home with him. One of them was that guy, Jeremy, from the club a while back. They watched a football game on TV while we were the other entertainment. Missy and I were bound and gagged and told to present ourselves to the men while Candy served drinks. The guys constantly played with us and grabbed Candy's ass as she passed by them. After a while, we became more interesting to them than the game. Missy and I were fucked, and our gags were removed whenever someone wanted a blowjob. There were more guys than we could please, so Dr. Morgan told Candy to get in on the action and even called Selena into the room. Selena really made a show of it. After all the men were finally satisfied, they left, and we were dismissed. ---- I had been there almost a week when Selena came into my room and announced it was time to go home. I couldn't hide my smile. I was finally able to go home! Selena went through my things, helping me get back into the bondage devices and my maid uniform like how I arrived. I grimaced at the thought of having to put my vibrator back in, but as long as I was getting out of there and back to Miss Cassia, I was happy. When I tried to explain that the ball gag belonged to Dr. Morgan and wasn't mine, she had none of it. "How you came in is how you go out." she told me. As she saw me out, she said, "Bye. Bye. We'll miss you around here, Tinkerbelle," using her pet name for me. "You are a great cocksucker." Dr. Morgan's limo dropped me off, and I practically ran to the door. As soon as Miss Cassia opened it, I buried myself in her shoulder, nearly toppling her. With my arms bound behind my back, I wasn't able to hug her, but she got the idea and wrapped her arms around me. "I missed you, too, Marisa," she told me. She pulled back and got a look at me. "You look pretty hot all trussed up like that. Let's have some fun." She began running her hands over my body and kissing my neck. I started getting excited, too. Then she backed me over a nearby bench and entered me. My asshole was still a little sore from Dr. Morgan's monster cock, but Miss Cassia was smaller, so it didn't hurt much. She fucked me for a little while, and then she unlocked my cock cage and started stroking my cock. She was getting close and began pumping me harder and faster. Her orgasm hit her hard, and she practically screamed in pleasure, but she didn't stop stroking me. I was getting close myself when I realized she never gave me permission. I tried to tell her through my gag, but the ball was so big that only a muffled, "Mmpphh," came out. "Shh, sweetheart," Miss Cassia told me. "It's OK, just let it go." That was all I needed, and I exploded all over my belly. When it was over, she pulled me up and kissed my cheek and held me close. I was relieved when she finally unstrapped the ball gag. "Thank you, Miss Cassia." I told her as she uncuffed my arms. "I missed you so much." "You made a mess on my dress, sweetheart," she said, and I noticed my cum smeared there from when she hugged me. But I knew from her smile that she wasn't mad. She pulled off her dress and handed it to me. "I would love to spend more time with you, but my trip was very fruitful, and I have a lot to work on. I'll need you to be a very good girl for me and let me work. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" "Yes, Miss Cassia, of course," I replied before she walked off. Seeing her walk away without her dress on made me want to go after her, but I made a promise. ---- Keeping my promise was harder than I thought. She worked all day long and into many nights. I started craving her attention, and not just because the vibrator was driving me wild and I wanted to cum so badly. She began to get annoyed with me, and I earned another spanking. Luckily, it wasn't as brutal as my last beating from her. I was so desperate that I pleaded with her again to remove my vibrator so I wouldn't be so horny all the time. She told me, sternly, "We have been over this. I like you that way. I know you are always ready to please me," and I was worried I might earn another spanking so soon. So, I nodded my consent, and said, "Yes, Miss Cassia, I understand. But just so you know, I don't need to be aroused to want to please you." She stroked my face and said, "That's sweet, dear," and walked away. I thought that was the end of it, but later that day, she called for me. "Marisa, I've been thinking about what you said," she began. "It's true my work has taken me away from you, and I don't have much time for you. So, you may remove your vibrator, but this is just temporary. And I expect your behavior to improve or it goes right back in. Do you understand?" I couldn't stop smiling as she was talking, and when she was done, I blurted, "Oh, thank you, Miss Cassia. Thank you so much! May I please suck your cock to show my gratitude." "I would like that, but I told you I really need to keep focused here. Another time." I could see she was started to get annoyed again, so I curtseyed to her and left. I almost jumped for joy as I removed that vibrator at long last. I was finally free of it, if only for a little while. After that, it was much easier to leave Miss Cassia be and not beg her to let me cum or spend more time with me. Surprisingly, I still missed her more than I thought I would, though. She became obsessed with her work. I noticed she was tired all the time, and once I begged her to get some more rest, but she waved me off. She worked in her lab more often than her study these days, running all kinds of tests. A few times she even allowed me to assist her in her lab, fetching things or holding them or watching a screen to time a reaction. Once, I got worried when she didn't come to bed for three days straight. I found her asleep in her lab sitting in a chair over some notes. I shook her to wake her, but she merely mumbled softly and kept sleeping. I realized this was my chance. She was completely vulnerable. There were plenty of things in this lab I could use as a weapon. In her state I could probably find the key to my chastity belt and make a run for it. Then I started wondering if I could really pull it off. Do I really have a chance or is there some other trap? Do I even want to leave her? I didn't know what it was that made me stop: my fear of her or her friends, or my feelings for her. But I pulled her up and struggled to pick her up in my arms. She stirred, but didn't wake. She wasn't heavy, but I had grown weaker in the two years since my capture. Halfway up the stairs, I regretted my choice to try and carry her, but I couldn't go back now. Fortunately, I got her safely into bed without dumping her down the stairs. She thanked me in the morning. ---- Miss Cassia's mood improved over the next few weeks, and it seemed like she was on the verge of a breakthrough in her research. She surprised me one day when she left the house abruptly and didn't come back until late at night. She had a man with her. He seemed a bit uncertain about me when he saw me, but Miss Cassia must have explained me, because he just shook his head and ignored me from then on. He and Miss Cassia were making out on her bed when he pulled back from her. "OK, the sissy has got to go. It's freaking me out," he said. The way he said it made me feel like the "it" he was referring to was me and not just the situation. Miss Cassia seemed annoyed as well. "Don't call her that," she said in a threatening tone. "Alright, I'm outta here," the guy said, reaching for his shirt. "Oh, you're not going anywhere," Miss Cassia said in low, chilling tone. She was on him in an instant, striking him below the ribs. He staggered back more from surprise than pain. Miss Cassia did not relent. She hit him again, but he snapped back at her, smacking her across the face. She fell back and went down. This guy had a small frame, like me, but that's where the similarities ended. Where I was thin and unconfident back when I was a man, this guy was well built and knew how to handle himself. "You bitch!" he said as he advanced on her, anger in his eyes. I took a step towards Miss Cassia to do... I didn't know what, but before I even though about it, I was screaming and running at the guy. He saw me coming and easily shoved me back against the wall where I crumpled. I sat there, dazed, and stared at Miss Cassia. When she looked at me, I saw she had a smile on her face and a trickle of blood running from her lip. As the man reached down to her, she moved under his grab. Her foot came forward and down on the back of his knee, forcing him to the floor painfully. She grabbed his arm to prevent him from breaking his fall and twisted it. Then she put her weight on him, and he screamed in pain as his arm was twisted behind him. Her other arm came around and struck him in the throat, silencing his scream. She looked at me. "Hand me the needle in that drawer," she told me. I just stared in shock. "NOW, MARISA!" she jolted me out of it. She injected the guy with whatever was in that needle, and he went all loopy in minutes while she held him down by his badly twisted arm. Then we wrestled him up and brought him down to the lab. Miss Cassia locked him into the chair and sat back, tired. "Whew! That was fun!" she smiled at me, wiping her lip. I didn't know what to say, so I just stared at her. "Come here, Marisa." I was kind of scared of her now, but I gingerly went to her and kneeled before her. "That got me hot," she said, and pulled out her cock. I took her in my mouth to gently kiss and suck her head, but she pulled me onto her, bobbing my head up and down forcefully. It was then that I remembered when she once told me how she really loved a good ass- whipping. She was already pretty excited, and it didn't take long before she was cumming in my mouth. I swallowed it, and she let me up. "I'd let you cum, too," she told me playfully, "but I did all the fucking work." Then she went to her desk and drew out another needle. She injected it into the guy and said, "Let's go, Marisa. I'm hungry. This will keep him down for a while." ---- Over the next few weeks, I got back to my chores and tried to forget what Miss Cassia was doing to that guy downstairs. That was extremely hard, because she would occasionally call me down there. I saw as she administered her treatment to him. It was a new formula, I learned. One that would make a "complete conversion" with just some minor surgery. Could I really do this, I wondered. Could I really help my psychotic "lover" turn another guy into a sissy girl for some deranged experiment? But what was the alternative? I didn't want to think about that, so I tried to numb myself to what was happening. But I couldn't keep the thoughts down. I realized I would give her whatever she wanted from me. I was truly devoted to her whether I liked it or not. ~~~~ When I went into the room, Cassia was staring at her computer screen lost in thought. I gave her a moment to take notice of me. "Oh, hi. Have a seat," she said. I sat in the chair in front of her desk. "How you doin', doll?" "Fine, John. Just fine." she said, looking up with a smile. "The new treatment is amazing. It's only been two weeks, and I can already see the effects!" "I want to see it," I told her. "You will. You will. Soon." I laughed. I could tell she was excited about this one. Maybe more than last time. She had reason to be. If her new formula worked without any serious side effects, it could revolutionize the entire transitioning process. "What about the other one," I asked. "You startin' a harem, girl?" She frowned at that. Was she still mad at me for beatin' the hell out of her? I wondered. "I'm trying to sort that out," she started. "I love having her here, and I think I even care about her... a lot, but this new subject is going to require all of my time. Marisa has already been craving more attention from me than I can give her." "Hmm. What will you do with her?" I asked. "I don't know yet," she replied. "Both Donna and Yeliashkev have offered me quite a bit of money for her. The fat lord's offer alone could fund my research for the next year at least." I paused a moment to consider how I wanted to handle this. I couldn't care less about the sissy faggot, but I cared about Cassia. Would she regret that decision later? I also hated Donna with a passion. "Don't give her to Donna. No one deserves what that bitch does to 'em, 'cept maybe that shithead that tried to kill you. Promise me that as your friend." "OK. I guess you are right." She paused. "Yeah, you are right." "And you know if you give her to the fat bastard, you'll never see her again." I let the comment hang. "What else can I do, John? I'm not sure I can keep her here. I think I can trust her by now, but..." she trailed off. "Careful, girl. Remember what I taught you. You always have to watch your back, and it's much harder when you have more than one. Trust me, I know. If I didn't have Selena, I'd go crazy with paranoia." "She had her chance, John. She could have betrayed me," Cassia said. "Three weeks ago, I slipped up. I left myself open. Marisa could have easily ran off or even killed me. Instead, she carried me to my bed and tucked me in. It was sweet." I raised an eyebrow at that. "It gets better." She started laughing, and got off the next few words between chuckles, "When I captured the new one, Marisa thought I was in a bit of a spot and tried to save me! Oh, you should have seen her. She was so cute trying to go after that man." Her laughter trailed off as she calmed down. I chuckled politely, but in my head I was thinking. Maybe there was more to that sissy than I thought before. I decided to help her out. "Maybe we can work something out," I offered. "I'm not sure. You can be pretty brutal to your slaves, as well. Remember?" Her eyes flashed in anger. "That was a mistake. I admit it. I promise I'd treat her well, like I do for Selena and the maid. 'Candy' I think Selena calls her." She considered it for a long moment, then I saw her make up her mind. "No," she said, definitively. "I'm going to keep her... I'm going to hold on to her for as long as I can." -Fin Author's Note: This is the end of what I have planned for the story, but I still see some potential for the characters. I'm just not sure what direction I should go with it. If there is still some interest here, I'll probably pick it up again. Comments or suggestions would be welcome, as well. I also have some ideas for other stories brewing in my mind, a few also featuring dominant TG "women." My email is [email protected] if you prefer to contact me that way.