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AVATAR I sat back within the deep armchair, sucking in with satisfaction on the expensive Cuban cigar, and blowing out the smoke in one long, lazy exhale. Feeling well sated and very relaxed I took a sip of 5 star Courvoisier brandy. Then I looked across the table at John. "Thanks for the magnificent dinner. It's been fun to catch up with one another and to reminisce on old times." "Yes," he nodded. "We've both had some interesting adventures since school. Perhaps we can share an adventure working together on this project of mine." "Explain this to me one more time," I asked. "I don't think I completely followed or understood what you are proposing." John and I were old acquaintances, or to be more precise we attended the same boarding school. He had saved my life when I was twelve years old. I fell through the ice on a pond and passed out from the cold. Somehow he had managed to pull me out and give me CPR. Ever since then I had felt gratitude for his actions. Despite, or maybe because of, my debt to him we never really became true friends. John excelled in both sports and academics, but was never popular. He was a loner; the kid others loved to hate because he did it all so easily. I, on the other hand, was the complete opposite; a mediocre student that loved mimicking others, especially the teachers, to get a laugh out of my fellow students. Parting ways after school, I had never expected to see him again. I had something of a talent for acting and tried to make a living out of it, but years later here I was, an out of work actor, with him buying me dinner. It seemed a million to one chance that we should meet again these 13 years later. "Look Clarence, the plain truth is that I'm in a bind and I think you can help me. The job may seem like a lot to ask but its right up your alley. I promise it's of no risk to you and could be a lot of fun." John worked for Earth government as some sort of intelligence officer. He had spiked my interest with a request to aid him on a mission to Imperium, an exotic and dangerous world some three months travel from Earth. Its society is based on the old Roman civilization of Earth. "Our minds will be downloaded into Avatars, artificial bodies that need a human mind to activate and control them. While our bodies stay safely back on Earth our Avatars will complete the mission. They are very expensive but, to all appearances, are indistinguishable from normal humans. That's why you, being a professional actor, are perfect to play the role. If anything goes wrong all mission control has to do is pull the plug and our minds instantly return to our natural bodies back on Earth. I know it sounds incredible. The technology is one of our best kept secrets and must be kept strictly confidential. It gives us a great advantage when gathering information on dangerous off world assignments." I felt important that he needed my help and flattered that he would trust me with such important information. I was not the brave, secret agent type but an acting job was right up my street. It seemed a heaven sent opportunity with me being out of work right now so I said "OK, but what exactly will we, or should I say our Avatars, have to do?" John replied "I will be going as an important trader and you will be my Ancilla, a kind of servant needed to complete my cover story. Our Avatar bodies will be bugged to record everything we see, hear, and feel for later analysis back on Earth. You won't have to pass secret information along as everything will be transmitted back to Earth automatically. We just have to blend into Imperium society for a few months living as normal natives of the world. Our objective is to infiltrate one of the powerful familias that run the world, maybe even that of their leader, the Caesar. We have been secretly studying Imperium for several decades. Over time we hope to covertly civilize their society and absorb them into our Federation of Human Worlds." It was hard to argue with such lofty aspirations, especially with someone who had saved my life. A few months on Imperium sounded like my kind of adventure, one with no risk to my life, more like a vacation than a job. John gave me the address of the government clinic where I should report for downloading into my Avatar. He gave me a word of warning not to show up if I had any doubts. There would be no turning back once my mind had been melded to the Avatars body, the melding process being very time consuming and expensive. The next time we met we would be in our disguises ready to start the mission. Two weeks later... "So how is my new recruit doing?" said John. Looking up from some medical charts the Doctor summarized the progress to date. "The recorder and transmitter are already installed in the nasal cavity. He's handled both the SRS and the cosmetic changes rather well. Even though I say it myself, I've completed a masterpiece, a breathtakingly beautiful woman with a gorgeous 36-24-36 body. I know you thought a partial transformation would do but we had a complete set of female genitalia on hand. She's now a complete female, even capable of getting pregnant. We injected her with a contraceptive that will work for up to six months. No need for continuing hormone therapy as we gave her a dose of bots to ensure lifelong generation of female hormones. They will also amplify her sexual needs creating strong responses to male stimuli. In other words, she will essentially be a nymphomaniac; a kindness considering her fate on Imperium. In a few months she'll be well healed and ready for training. "How did you manage to find him?" continued the Doctor. "It seems a very selfless act to volunteer for SRS unless he felt a deep need to be female. It's a one way street. He'll never be a man again." John smiled and replied, "Well Clarence is not gay, but he's also not very smart either. He's grateful to me because he thinks I saved his life when we were kids. He fell into a pond when the ice cracked. Somehow he managed to pull himself out before passing out. All I did was tell him that I was his rescuer when he woke up. But that alone would not be enough to get him to volunteer, so I lied to him again. I told him this cock and bull story about a mission in which his mind would be transferred into an Avatar while his body stays safely here on Earth. It will be a big shock when he wakes as a woman but I'll be able to convince him it's not his body, just the Avatars role he has to play. We have a complete training program prepared to complete his transition: beauty and cosmetic's, fashion and clothing, graceful movement, social interaction with both men and women, etc.; in fact, all that's necessary for the melding of body and mind into that of a complete woman." Two months later... I was having this wonderful dream of floating on a cloud of satin. I felt hair across my face and imagined that I was lying in bed with a beautiful woman. "Well hello sleepy head. It's time to wake up!" I struggled to open my eyes. Looking directly at me with a smile on his face was John. I felt I still had to be dreaming as my body felt very strange. I was in a bed of satin sheets wearing a rose colored satin nightgown. There was no mistaking the mounds on my chest. I moved an arm to brush long strands of blonde hair from my face and noticed that my arms and hands also looked like those of a woman. Completing the picture, both hands flaunted long fingernails with a French manicure. Wriggling to sit up I could feel wide hips and the cushioning of my rear end as they made a depression in the soft mattress. "What happened?" I hysterically exclaimed in what was obviously a female voice. "Take it easy, nothing to get excited about," John replied. "Everything has gone according to plan. You are now in your Avatar. Your role is that of a female servant, or Ancilla, so you depict a female persona. I know the body feels very real but don't worry, you are still a man. I picked you for this role because you are a trained actor and can play the part without losing your male identity to that of the female Avatar body." I had not bargained on playing a female and was furious that I had been duped into it. John had been sneaky in not fully describing my role for I would not have agreed to it. After a few minutes I calmed down realizing that I now had little choice and resigned myself to playing a woman. Then another surprise dawned upon me. "John, why are you not in your Avatar? I thought we would both be going to Imperium." "And so we are," he replied. "Mission control decided to save some money. I already have the necessary appearance to blend in with Imperium society as a trader. As I'm at greater risk being in my real body, I shall just stay long enough to see you settled into your assignment before I return to Earth." "What do you mean? How can you just leave me there?" I asked anxiously feeling every inch the hysterical female. "Don't worry," he said. "You'll see, it will all work out." I was not happy with the reassurances but what choice did I have now? I wished I could just stop the charade and return to being myself but John would never let me forget my promise or that he had warned me it would be too late to back out now. John continued, "It's time now for you to learn to act as convincing woman. Let's start by giving you a new name. I know, how about Clarissa? That's close to your old name and should be easy to adapt to." With that said, from henceforward I was called Clarissa. Over the next month I experienced a whirlwind of new experiences and training. Every day I practiced putting on and taking off makeup until I knew how to do it perfectly. Just a light touch of mascara, eyeliner, blush and lip gloss for daytime but a heavier more dramatic look at night time using a full foundation and dark sparkly eyeshadow. It was strange but my face looked just like a female version of the real me and my body height was still 5' 10," quite tall for a woman. I guess the Avatar engineers felt that I would be more comfortable keeping some of my true male attributes. I spent hours reading women's magazines and learning about the latest designers and fashions. Dressing every day in women's apparel felt both weird and yet normal. The satin bra, thong and garter belt felt so sexy and sensual even though it was now such commonplace attire for me. It was becoming normal to feel the bouncing of my 36 C breasts as I walked up or down stairs and to feel the exaggerated roll of my hips as I walked in high heels. I just loved the click-clack sound made by my heels as they announced to all and sundry my female status. It was exciting to feel the tug of garters as they held my diaphanous stockings tightly in place on my legs. It was electrifying to feel the touch and hear the sound my nylon clad legs made as each thigh rubbed against the other. Sometimes I even wore a tight laced figure shaping corset that kept my posture very erect and only permitted me to take shallow breaths. For some reason that made me feel so sexy and attractive. Wait a minute! What was happening to me? I had forgotten my male ego and been immersed in femininity. My body just loved it! If I'm just playing a role these female experiences should not be making me feel so excited. I absolutely must do a better job of reminding myself that this is all just an act, I am still a man. Eventually John showed his face again and said it was time to learn some social skills. We started going out to restaurants with groups of his friends to learn how to converse and act naturally as a woman. I blushed when I recognized some of them as old school acquaintances but luckily none recognized me as my old self. A few made passes and asked for dates but I pretended that John was my steady boyfriend. The training progressed into going out with John on "romantic" dates. I had to play the part of a woman in love. At first I felt very uncomfortable when John placed his hand on my waist and guided me into the theater or restaurant, even more uncomfortable when he wrapped his arms around me for a hug and kiss. Eventually I grew used to it, even when we went out in the company of others. I'd join the other women to freshen up in the ladies and gossip about what we wore, what new men we found attractive, what new hair style to try, etc. while the men stayed at the table to discuss business and golf. Finally, John said it was time to learn how to pleasure a man. He enclosed me in a tight embrace and French kissed me. At first I felt uncomfortable. I was a normal heterosexual man, not a woman. Then my Avatar body seemed to take on a life of its own as I returned the kiss sticking my tongue fully into his mouth while feeling both weak and protected by his strong arms. After being carried into to his bedroom and I was laid on the bed. I quickly pulled off my skirt and panties waiting with parted legs for him to disrobe and make love to me. I had never felt this way before. It seemed so right yet at some level deep down inside me my male ego knew that this was wrong. Why did it feel so good? I'm a man, not a woman, aren't I? But my Avatar body betrayed me once again as my vagina grew moist and I lay there anticipating what was to come. At first he kissed me, nibbled my ears and massaged my breasts. I felt a deep gaping hole open within the center of my body. Then he massaged and titillated my clitoris with one hand as the other pulled and pinched a breast nipple. I could feel my vagina moisten even more in readiness to the inevitable penetration that was to come. He climbed over me with his legs between mine. I grabbed his erect penis and guided it into me. My legs encircled his body pulling him even closer to me. I then felt the slow, building pressure of pleasure as we rocked backwards and forwards, his penis moving partially in and out of my vagina. The rhythm slowly built to a crescendo, feeling rapidly increasing waves of pleasure until I experienced a mind blowing orgasm. He too climaxed at the same time depositing a pulse of his seed within me. I was covered in sweat as we just lay for a few minutes contemplating the pleasure of what we had just experienced. How could I, a heterosexual man, have experienced and enjoyed such a female pleasure? Was it possible to feel both repulsed and satisfied at the same time? It must be the Avatar body that pleasured in the coupling, not the real me. I must remember that I am still a man playing the part of a woman but it was getting harder and harder to do so. Presumably I had passed my graduation test with flying colors for I was told that we were now ready to start the mission. "Clarissa, I am so proud of you" exclaimed John. "All that's needed now is for you to take on your assigned role by signing these papers of servitude." I obediently did so but was very nervous. The contract was written in Latin so I did not know full legal implications of what I had just signed. "Good! Now that's done we can down get to business. Don't worry, I know that you are still Clarence but from this point onwards you have to remain fully in character. You've done well playing a woman, but now from now on you need to fully immerse yourself in the role of my Ancilla. I am your Master, or Dominus, and you Clarissa my female slave." "You will be trained to behave properly as a slave, to pleasure men and to be fully obedient to their commands. Your body will learn to crave sex with men. This is why I chose you for the part. You are a trained actor that will be able to separate your male mind from what the Avatar must become. I will stay with you long enough to see if you can be sold into the Ancilla pens of Caesar. If that fails, I'll sell or gift you to one of the major familias. With your off-world looks you will be very desirable as a slave for some wealthy and powerful family. Sorry Clarissa but it has to be this way. I'm sure you will do well collecting information for Mission Control. It's only for a few months then Mission Control will pull your mind back to Earth." That was easy for him to say. I was the one losing my identity as a man and becoming a female slave. I now actually enjoyed and looked forward to having sex as a woman. What would I be like after slave training? I could only hope that I was capable of retaining my sanity and male ego intact until freed from this female body. On boarding the cruiser my articles of slavery were inspected and we went through this ceremony where I knelt in front of John and he locked a collar around my neck. I was then stripped, gagged and made to bend over a horizontal waist high bar. Manacles around my wrists and ankles kept my body folded tightly over the bar with head down to the ground and my rear end elevated. Unable to move I was thus at any ones mercy. John, whom I now had to call Dominus, removed the lid of a metal box to reveal a poker glowing red at one end. It was obviously a branding iron, the brand shaped in a cursive letter A. Oh no! Shit no! No! He can't do this to me. John smiled as he pressed the glowing red brand into my skin. I felt a searing pain and smelt my burning flesh as I heard my right butt sizzle. Mercifully, I feinted from the pain. On awaking a few minutes later I was told the brand was a symbol of my slavery publically displaying my new legal status as that of Ancilla. A salve was spread on the wound. The relief was only momentary as next a laser tool etched a barcode onto my other butt. A scanner then beeped as it read the barcode and officially registered my letters of ownership into a computer. My legal induction into slavery now over, a leash was attached to my collar and two very tall guards dressed in full Roman legion regalia led me off to the Ancilla pen. I would have felt embarrassed by my nakedness if not for the shock of what had been done to me. The Ancilla pen looked like a deranged zoo. A large bay held many dog size cages but no dogs. Instead, most contained completely naked girls. The cages were too small to do anything other than crouch on hands and knees. Heads protruded through a circular hole that fitted tightly around each neck. Some girls sat on what looked like a bicycle seat. They seemed to be the most comfortable. A food trough and water dispenser was mounted by each girls head. Some girls were made to look like cats or dogs. Held by straps, arms folded at the elbows, legs folded at the knees, they stood on all fours. Some girls had cat like whiskers protruding from their face and wore cat face masks. Similarly some were made to look like dogs. All had tails apparently growing out of the backsides. Even more worrying were the pony-girls. They at least stood upright in stalls but wore calf length boots that looked like horses legs. No heels, but they stood on tip-toe wearing horses hooves. They wore tight fitting body harnesses and halters. Their mouths contained metal bits that stretched their lips into a false smile. They too wore tails. What madhouse was I in? I may be an Ancilla but had not expected to be treated as an animal. Backed into a vacant cage I was left to reflect on my predicament. John, or I should say my Dominus, came to see me after take-off. He said "Now you know the extent to which I control your fate. Don't worry. I don't have any desire to see you treated as a pet or pony-girl. Only if the mission calls for it will you need to endure that fate. Tomorrow begins your lessons as a pleasure slave. See that you are an enthusiastic and quick learner." Needless to say I was now highly motivated to please John, anything but suffer that fate. Just wait until this mission was over. That bastard would get his comeuppance from me. The next day I was let out of my cage. I could barely stand but was led to the toilets and emptied my bladder. Then I was given a choice. I could endure being caged overnight and relieve myself where I crouched, the waste dropping through the cage into a collection tray below, or I could be fitted with an automated flushing system that would plug into my rear end at night. Apparently, that is what the seated girls in their cages were attached to. I did not like the idea of soiling myself so like a fool I chose the other option. Once again I was bent over a horizontal bar and tethered in place. I could not see but felt something metal intrude into my anus. At first it was painful but once the bulbous end had entered the pain receded. I then felt some kind of tool inserted into the intruding metal contraption. I felt the contraption expand as it was ratcheted to open up even further within my colon. No way was this baby going to come out! A metal rod was mated to my rear end and locked into place with a click. I felt my colon fill with water and sucked empty multiple times. Each time it filled I felt terrible cramps. Finally fully flushed out, I was released from the device and sent to the preparation area to be kitted out for training. "Your Dominus says that you are fertile so he wants you protected by a full chastity device. Step into this!" This looked like a metal body shaper detailed with many scenes of couples copulating in many different poses. It was hinged at the crotch and parted at the sides to fully open. Pulled up between my legs the front and back were swung up and pushed together closing at the sides. It fit as tightly as a corset and extended up to just below my breasts, supporting them like a platform bra. Once again I heard the click as it was locked upon me. It seems that I would have to get used to taking only shallow breaths. There was a perforated hinged flap over my vagina that was locked closed using a small silver key. Its function was obviously to control access to my sex and allow me to pee. I now had to stand in a very erect posture with my breasts placed proudly on full display. I joined a group of five other girls to begin our Ancilla training. The trainer sounded very much like a drill sergeant as he rattled off the golden rules for a slave. "First you should know that I will shock you with your collars if you do not respond quickly to my commands. Second, collars will shock you unconscious if you exceed your allowed perimeter of movement. A beeping noise will warn if you are about to do so. An Ancilla must always be meek and subservient. Never ever look your Dominus in the eyes. Keep your eyes downcast when being spoken to and never ever speak to a citizen without being asked a direct question. Obey your Dominus instantly no matter what he commands. Your sole purpose in life is to please him." Not wishing to get an electric shock we all managed to look downwards and hold our tongues. "Do not worry. We do not expect you to speak Latin. All commands to Ancilla are given by sign language as well as verbally. Eventually you will pick up the spoken language but for now you must learn and respond instantly to hand commands." He then proceeded to teach them using an already trained Ancilla to demonstrate the appropriate response. It was a bit like being in doggy training school. We learnt to sit, stand, kneel, heel, beg and submit. Kneeling required us to spread our legs wide to display our feminine assets, while submitting required us to kneel with head bowed down and hands crossed in front of us ready for binding. For weeks we practiced the commands over and over again until our bodies were fully conditioned and we reacted instantly to command without hesitation. By this time I was in full heat. I had been locked in chastity for many weeks with no outlet to satisfy my sexual urges. I would have humped a log to gain relief. Part two of the training was how to pleasure men. I thought that I had some experience after having coupled with John but found out that was not quite the same thing. I also thought the chastity belt would be removed but I was wrong in that too. We were taught coy poses, pouts and sensuous looks to excite a man's appetite for sex. We discovered the erogenous zones for men and learnt how to flirt with our eyelashes and sinuous body movements. I felt happy learning these skills and could not wait to try them out. Finally we were exposed to men again and our training put into practice. I was taught how to kiss, lick and suck a penis to erection. Many times I would feel like gagging as a man, holding my head tight, thrust his penis down my throat to ejaculate his sperm. I felt very confused. I was a man disgusted with being forced to perform a homosexual act but also a frustrated woman, for I wore a chastity belt and could not satisfy my feminine cravings. The last of our training was dance school. My chastity corset was removed and I learnt the pole dance. This was not the pole dance of a stripper but that of a whore. I had to gyrate in front of and make love to fake phalluses' mounted on a pole. At last I got to satisfy my sexual cravings and satisfied myself using the mounted dildos. I also learnt the dance of veils where, as I danced around a platform, men would pull away one veil at a time until finally I was naked in front of them. The man pulling the last veil won my sole attention for the rest of the evening. I seemed to have completely lost my male identity for I no longer had any shame. I relished my wanton behavior and took full pleasure in satisfying men. On arrival at Pompeii, the main Imperium spaceport, I was placed into a simple chastity belt that locked at my waist and was led off the ship by my Dominus. John was a guest of the local aedile, a government official in charge of public works. John was excited because we were invited to a feast at which the procurator for Caesars slave force was to attend. If I made a good impression I might be sold or requisitioned to join Caesar's harem and John would be free to go home. Back on Earth at Mission Control other plans were being hatched. "How is Captain John's mission progressing?" asked the General. "Well," responded the junior officer, "they have landed and are invited to a feast at which Caesar's Procurator will be present." The General snorted and replied, "Not much hope there then! The Procurator is so greedy he's more likely to acquire and keep the charms of Clarissa to himself. Caesar would never see, let alone come into contact with her. Do you have any ideas for improving the missions' chance of success?" "Well General. It's very underhanded but we could sell out John as a spy. The Procurator would have to arrest and probably kill John, but Clarissa would be seized as property of the state and end up in Caesar's harem." "Good thinking," replied the General. "It's almost poetic justice for John after the rotten trick he pulled on his school friend. Captain John is already beginning to become a liability for us so we can kill two birds with one stone. We can dispose of him and provide a much better chance of completing mission objectives. Sorry about that poor boy forced into becoming a female sex slave, but we can't change that. Must not waste the asset we have in place. See that it is done." I had never felt so pampered. I soaked in hot perfumed water while drinking white wine. Naked female attendants toweled me dry and worked on my body making it look even more beautiful. I was waxed all over, not even leaving a landing strip to stroke. Perfumed oil was rubbed over my body to soften my skin and make it glow. My long hair was brushed to a high shine and braided with intertwined ribbons and flowers. It felt more like I was getting ready for a wedding than for my dance performance in front of the Aedile's guests. To complete the preparations I was strapped into a body harness that hid nothing, but announced my presence with every body movement for it was adorned with many tiny bells. Running to kneel before my Dominus I literally chimed my presence attracting the lustful gaze of all the male guests. There I stayed with eyes downcast as each guest rose in turn to toast our host and make a short speech. Many pleasure girls then took their turn at entertaining the guests. I patiently waited by my Dominus until it was my turn. A cheer rose up as I ran onto the stage and began the sensuous bell dance. Every part of me felt aflame as moved my body to create a musical rhythm with the bells. It took very strict body control to jingle only the correct bells and I was ecstatic to complete the tune without error. By the time I was finished I was covered in sweat and fell to the ground kneeling in the submit position. It felt wonderful to hear the roar of the men as they banged there mugs loudly in appreciation of my performance. The day after the feast an invitation was received from the Procurator. It was not the sort of invitation that could be refused. Praetorian Guard had been sent as an escort to ensure John's attendance. John, ever hopeful this meant an opportunity to sell me, attached a leash to my collar and took me along with him. The meeting started out quite cordially. John, my Dominus, was offered wine and food before they got to business. Pleasantries were exchanged about the feast and John offered me to him as a gift. I knelt on the floor by John's feet looking down at the floor and pretending not to be there. The Procurator said, "Unfortunately, I cannot accept the generous gift. Allegations have been made that you are a spy from Earth. Caesar has asked me to look into the matter and make a judgement. What do you have to say for yourself? Can you prove yourself innocent?" Well, despite John's bluster there was no way to prove innocence. The accusers were not identified and the evidence not disclosed to him. In a fair legal system you had to prove the accused guilty to be convicted. Not here on Imperium. The Procurator said, "It's a pity Caesar knows of these charges. I could have let you off for a generous bribe. Unfortunately I have to find you guilty and sentence you to slavery in the Uranium mines. As a mercy I offer you're the alternative of immediate execution." John must have hoped for rescue by Mission Control because he chose slavery working in the uranium mines; a very painful death. "All of your possessions are hereby confiscated by the state. Your Ancilla will become one of Caesars personal slaves. He has heard of her beauty and will enjoy her company." John was dragged off weeping and protesting his innocence while I was led to the Procurator's Ancilla pen. There I was housed overnight, and suspecting drugged food, quickly fell into a dead sleep. The next day I was loaded into a truck with other chained Ancilla for transportation to Rome and Caesars palace. Back at mission control, everyone was patting themselves on the back. The automated recording of my experiences confirmed that their plan had worked. Captain John was no longer a thorn in their side and I had been seized for the Imperial harem. On arrival at the palace we were greeted by the chief concubine, an old and very effeminate neutered male. He informed us that we were very lucky to be selected as Caesars personal slaves, especially at this time. "Tomorrow starts a weekend festival celebrating the old Earth's Roman Emperor, Caligula. You will all help to re-enact the feast of living statues." Each slave was stripped naked and had small round hollow plugs inserted into our noses. Told to keep our eyes and mouths closed we entered a spray booth where we were covered from head to toe in gold paint. Afterwards we had to stand in a drying booth until the paint set leaving us looking like golden statues. The paint was flexible as it did not crack or split as we moved our bodies. It seemed we each had a role or theme to depict and were dressed in appropriate costume. One child slave had a set of wings attached to his back and was given a bow and arrow to hold. For some reason I received no clothes but had a metal clasp locked onto the tip of my tongue. Once kitted out in our costumes, we were led outdoors into a large frescoed patio and garden. Dotted around at prime locations were the dreaded anus posts where we were seated and locked into place. A supporting wire frame held our bodies in the desired pose. The child slave was set up as Cupid shooting star struck lovers. There was a Cleopatra placing her hand into a basket of asps, and others as frightened victims of a conquering Roman hero. We were obviously the live statues for tonight's feast. Each scene was described by a bronze plaque. Some plaques had a button to press and activate the statues into a preset sequence of movements. My setup was particularly embarrassing as it held me naked in the embrace of a male slave, our tongues locked tip to tip by the tongue clamp, and his metal penis sheath snugged into my vagina. The male slaves' hands were fixed on my buttocks pulling me into his embrace. A plaque labeled us as Mars and Aphrodite. Locked in this position all I could see was the face and eyes of Mars. As the festival progressed guests would come up to read the plaque, sometimes giggle or laugh, and then press the activation button. This would cause my entrapped partner to become erect and start massaging my vagina. I would respond by urgently moving back and forwards on his penis until we both came to orgasm. I felt so humiliated but my body was on heat and seemed to need the sexual release. There was nothing I could do to prevent the programmed intercourse from progressing all the way to orgasm; all to command by the press of a button. It must have happened at least 15 times that evening until eventually exhausted I felt we could perform no more. I came aware of being surrounded by a large group of party goers. Although I could not see, the group was dominated by an Imperious looking man wearing a laurel wreath. I could hear their fawning tone as hangers on conversed with him. "Caesar, please accept my gift to you, slave Clarissa." I was the shocked by a voice which sounded like John's. That could not be, he was sentenced to slavery in the uranium mines. Caesar pressed the button. Mars and Aphrodite performed yet again, this time to Caesars delight. "And what's even better, Caesar, Clarissa was once a school friend of mine named Clarence. He volunteered to become a woman just to be your personal slave." So it was John! His story was certainly a perversion of the truth but I literally had nothing to say on the matter. I was too busy French kissing Mars, our tongues taking turn to visit each other's mouths. Caesar seemed to be enthralled with his gift and the copulating statues of Mars and Aphrodite. The next day I was locked in a cage recovering from my ordeal as a live statue. The paint had been removed using a solvent and I was beginning to feel more human. My tongue and vagina were still sore from yesterday's activities. John showed up to say a few last words to me. "As you can see I'm not dying in the uranium mines. That was just a pantomime to convince Mission Control of my death. Clarissa, you must realize by now that I am a double agent. My true job was to spy on Earth and feed false information back to them. As a profitable sideline I also harvested new slaves for Caesars' harem. Of course, all of that is over now. You were my last a challenge. I immensely enjoyed tricking you into becoming a woman. Such a novelty for Caesar; a male turned into a well- trained slave girl. He'll no doubt enjoy your feminine charms for quite a while. I must say you make a much more convincing female than you ever did a man." Why would he take pleasure in doing this to me and torturing me so? What had I done to deserve this? One consolation was that John would surely get his comeuppance. He seemed to have forgotten that my body was wired for reporting all that I saw and experienced. In a few months mission control would surely retrieve my mind and I would be home on Earth in my true male body. Then John dashed all of my hopes. "Your transmitter was removed and placed into another slave girl. Earth still thinks it's receiving useful information from you, but you won't be disclosing my continued existence to them." I immediately saw the implications of this. No recall from Earth was possible. Then, with a big grin, John revealed the final part of his cruel twisted joke on me. "But never mind, you never had any hope of rescue. There is no such thing as an Avatar. You really underwent SRS surgery irreversibly becoming a complete woman. You are now and always will be a woman in bondage. You can even get pregnant." I crouched in my cage, my male ego devastated, but my female body pleased to be a woman.