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Pink Mist A By Bluedust Hi guys, So, here we are; my attempt at starting up a new category. The reason behind the bizarre spelling of the title will make itself apparent, don't worry. Likewise, the story and its theme should become pretty obvious as you read on. Please leave feedback on what you think and let me know what else you'd like to see in this new series. I really want to help revitalise the site and your thoughts can only help! Note: this plot is far too ridiculous to make light of war or any theme found within. It's silliness, an indulgent fantasy that all too few of us share. So...please enjoy, rate, review, and come back for the next instalment of this new universe! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- They call themselves the Supremes. That's a little odd, considering they're not of a single race or even religion. Rather, they're more like a cult, a cult that grew and grew until it became an army, then grew further until it reached the stage where it could call itself a nation. They exist now on the Asian continent, plotting not to overthrow the world but to assimilate it. As for the ideals they want to impose upon the world, well, you could say it's old-fashioned and radical at the same time; but more on that later. It's not hard to spot a Supreme solider. They dress in crimson and dye their hair blue, supposedly to represent the blue sky that is slowly being faded out by the world's pollution. You might think that makes them purists, as they claim to be, but when you realise they spend 72% of their funding on technology the picture becomes a lot murkier. By now I'm sure you're starting to realise these guys are less Supreme and more Extreme. It is the year 2072. The nation of Supremia (yeah, that's what they call it) has existed for seventeen years. My name is Andrew Hayes. I'm 27 and have been fighting alongside the world against these guys for eight whole years. I spent most of those in the infantry, before I was taken notice of for my impressive record and enlisted in Operation Wipeout. My superiors actually had their eye on me two years prior to that, but there hadn't been any openings and the foundations on what would be this new task force were only just being laid. I don't think it would be too much to say I always did stand out from a crowd. I'm 6'2, and while there are bigger guys out there fighting, few have my level of speed, strength and quick-thinking. Again, I don't say that to boast. You only need to look at my record to know I've got my nose out in front of the average soldier. If anything, I consider it lucky that I'm made this way. Natural speed and stamina can't be taught, you either have it or you don't. I do have it. Like I say, I'm lucky. Or at least I used to think that. The chopper interior was bathed in red light. We were sat in two rows opposite one another, double-checking our weapons and trying to quell our fear with light chatter. The guy next to me, Kyle, was two years my junior and a little greener for it. No surprise then, that he was much more eager than I for some of that chatter. "What do you think it's like down there?" he asked me. "Barren," I replied simply. "Really? I thought we were headed for a forest?" "It is a forest. What's left of it. Now it's just wasteland but for the occasional tree." "This is crazy. Going into enemy territory like this." "Relax. We're not alone. We got five more choppers like this flying alongside. It's cool." "It doesn't feel cool." "We'll be okay once we touch down. Just hold onto your lunch until then." "I haven't had lunch. I was too nervous to eat." Rock, sat opposite, snorted. He was a vet, somewhere in his forties. We'd fought together a couple times before, and he hadn't had much tolerance for weakness then. "Might as well have brought a damn woman along," he said. "Knock it off, Rock," I warned. "Hey, don't mind me. Get as cosy as you need to your pal there. But he'll be a liability out on the field, I'll tell you that much." "No-one here is a liability, Rock." "We'll see." "I'm here to fight for my country, Rock, same as everyone else," said Kyle. "Country? Countries don't mean squat anymore, rookie. This is one half of the world against the other. " "Then let's just hope there's a world left at the end of this," I finished. A warning came from the cockpit. "Incoming!!!" Down on the ground, we watched helplessly as the other choppers were pelted with missiles. An ambush. We'd barely made it to ground ourselves with our chopper in flames. We were grossly outnumbered now, with no real chance of achieving the task we were given. The horizon was covered with Supreme soldiers, nothing between us and them except trenches and rocks. I'd lost sight of Kyle and Rock some time ago, and was doing something of a solo act as I searched for them. Those of us that were left were fighting hard but in vain. I did my part. I continued to fire my laser rifle until the battery was drained, the muscles in my arms throbbing from the recoil. I sprinted this way and that, my powerful legs carrying me faster than anyone could aim. Nothing would stop me. This was my final stand and no way on earth was I going out without giving everything I had. "Heads up!" a voice cried. I did look up. And what I saw coming turned my blood to ice. A bomb, unlike anything I'd ever seen before, came hurling down towards us. I cringed as it hit the ground. Instead of exploding however, it released what could only be described as a pink mist. "Masks!" the same voice ordered. I didn't need telling twice. I strapped my gas mask on just in time as the mist washed over me, and breathed a sigh of relief. But something was wrong. I could feel the gas on me, on my skin, seeping in through my pores. I immediately began to spasm, my muscles becoming tight and unresponsive. I fell to the ground. My mind hit panic mode as I tried to think what terrible substance I'd been exposed to. Like I said before, Supreme spent 72% of their funding on technology, which was the real reason they'd had the edge in this struggle despite their fewer numbers. I came up with squat. I didn't know of anything they had that presented itself as a pink mist. I started to burn. The hairs on my body felt like they were being plucked out, sharp pangs assailing me on all sides. I tried to scream but my vocal chords were as tight as the rest of my body. At the time it was impossible to compare the feeling to anything else, but it sort of felt as if my clothes were growing around me, becoming baggier and more spacious. Something that felt like an iron hand gripped my balls tight, a needle- like pain shooting through my penis. It was like an orgasm, only so powerful it was agony. My chest, my nipples in particular, seemed to throb in a way different to the sensations covering the rest of my body. I continued to writhe on the floor, unable to express my agony until at last my vocal chords relaxed. I screamed in a voice I didn't recognise as mine. As my senses (and control of my body) came back to me, I could hear it from all over the battlefield. Men screaming. Gruff cries filled the air until, one by one, they broke, splintering into shrill womanly wails. Mine was no exception. I staggered awkwardly to my feet, the world just that little bit bigger than it had once seemed. I saw women everywhere, swimming in clothing much too big for them, carrying firearms much too heavy for them. Most were crying, a few hysterically. I myself didn't cry. I'd like to say that was down to bravery but it could well have just been the shock. My pants fell down. I looked at myself to see two pale slender legs supporting me. And, as I looked, my helmet fell over my eyes. I pulled it from my head and threw it to the ground before rolling my sleeves up. My arms were no better than my legs. The muscles I'd spent years building up were gone, as was a good portion of my height. "Someone help me!" a female voice cried. I looked across to see another transformed (transgendered? Trasngenderised?) soldier across the plains. She was staggering in her oversized clothing, trying for all her worth to lift the bazooka in her sleeve-wrapped arms. "I can't lift this fucking thing!" I didn't know who it was. How could I? But when I saw the approaching enemy craft I knew I had to help. I broke into a sprint, only to fall over in my now-oversized boots. I dragged myself forwards through the mud, my legs slipping easily out of my pants and footwear. My shorts went too, but my heavy shirt covered whatever I now had down below. I dashed across to the damsel in distress (that phrase actually entered my head as I did) and helped 'her' hoist the nozzle into the air. "Steady it!" I ordered. It went off with a bang, the recoil knocking us both to the muddy ground. The projectile arched in the air, before hitting the enemy dead-on. The few of us that had recovered ourselves gave a cheer. Needless to say, for just one weird moment the battlefield was not unlike some kind of women's convention. Then the Supremes got nearer to us and the cheers died. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The journey to their complex was uneventful, if unpleasant. We were bundled into the back of a large truck, twelve of us in total, half- dressed and shambolic in both mind and appearance. The lighting was dim and we travelled the way in complete silence. Two of the girls threw up. Once at the complex we were stripped of our meagre clothing and pushed in single-file into a wide open space. Looking around, I guessed this was some kind of disused plane hangar from back when planes actually had hangars. Nowadays of course they were all kept underground in hidden bunkers, ready to be launched up and out like yesterday's rocket ships. Once in the middle of the hangar, we were stopped and ordered to face front. We did as told, arms behind our backs. There we were, twelve well- conditioned women all with crew cuts. Looking at us, there was no disguising the fact we were, for all intents and purposes, 100% genetic females. Our penises were gone. My penis was gone. I knew that from the cold seat during the journey to the complex. I was yet to look down and see the 'damage' however. One other thing I couldn't escape from though was my breasts. Though they weren't what a passer-by could have called huge, to me they seemed to be, and were all the heavier for it. Keeping my back straight suddenly seemed a challenge simply because nothing really felt right. They seemed to be sticking out too much, yet when I tried to lean forward a bit to make it less so, they hung. The temperature of the room only made things a thousand times worse of course. It was cold, and my nipples were so hard they could have cut through steel. A man at the front, presumably a scientist because of his lab coat, was consulting with a woman (presumably a natural woman) at a desk that housed a small computer. He had in his hand our digital dog tags, and was running them through the computer to see who we were, our names and whatnot. They must have had a pretty impressive hacking device to have accomplished that, I later mused. They printed something out. Apparently satisfied, he smiled and nodded, then came our way in a 'supremely' confident manner. The Supremes guarding us gave him good reason to be I guess. He looked at the first soldier, then at the printout in his hand. "Let's see....you are Michael Brooklyn, yes? As of now, you are Michelle Brooklyn." The soldier didn't give him the satisfaction of a response, unlike the next one. "Kyle Hudson?" I took a subtle double-take. That was Kyle? Oh, man. He was even shorter than he had been before, maybe 5'3". His hair was still jet black but his frame was so, so slender now. His - or her - breasts were tiny, barely an A-cup if that. He sniffled weakly under the doctor's gaze. "Kylie now, yes?" He smiled to himself and moved on, before reaching me. "Andrew Hayes? That's easy. Andrea Hayes." I bit my tongue. He moved onto the next two and then... "Rock? Now, that's a tricky one." Holy crap, that was Rock? He was still a reasonable height, but looked much diminished by comparison to his former self. He was the eldest of the survivors and it showed. Without his beard his face showed the true wears and tears of battle. His gut, which hadn't been too much of a disgrace when it was part of a heavily- muscled physique, now drooped almost shamefully. His breasts sagged without the support of a bra and his thighs looked more thick with fat than muscle. On the whole, one might say he appeared butch. The doctor pocked his belly teasingly with a pen and giggled. "Not pregnant already, are we?" Rock's face reddened. I feared he was already about to explode. "Rock....Rock...how should we change that? Rock...Rock...Rox?....Roxanne! You are Roxanne now." Roxanne's patience snapped. "Go fuck yourself, you..." A guard's Taser cut short what she had to say. Having been assigned our new names we were taken to the next section of the building which turned out to be a shower room. I couldn't help but glare at the women's restroom sign on the door as we were marched through. "Ten minutes to shower, girls," a Supreme shouted. We stood huddled in the cube-shaped block in silence, the water shooting down onto our new bodies. Some began to make uncertain cleaning motions, soaping up their arms and legs. We were all alien to ourselves. Heads were bowed but for a few exchanged glances. We all looked as though we wanted to say something but none of us wanted to hear the high sound coming from our own lips. That was my reason anyway. I can't speak for anyone else. I turned my back in order to begin my own cleansing. My sensitive fingers traced my smooth skin, feeling the water beat against it in a way I'd never felt. It pounded my nipples, my areolas throbbing with the sensation. I gingerly soaped and cleaned my breasts, then turned my attention to other matters. My hips and buttocks felt vaguely pear- shaped, but were a trivial issue for the next part of this body tour. My crotch was flat, complete with a moderately-pronounced camel toe and tidy pubic mound. The attention I gave that area was understandably brief. A quick wash involving the reluctant acknowledgement of my vaginal lips was all I was ready for right now and I left it at that. I heard a quiet sobbing next to me. It was Kylie. "Hey, you okay?" I uttered quietly. "I...I can't seem to stop...to stop..." I understood what she was getting at. My own emotions felt dangerously close to the surface. For someone like Kylie, who hadn't been the manliest to begin with, this was decidedly much harder. "Leave her alone," said Roxanne. Her once-gruff voice was now merely husky. "Fucking sissy." "I am not a sissy!" squealed Kylie. "An outright disgrace," snarled Roxanne. "You're hardly a picture of manhood yourself, 'Roxy'." The remark had come from Michelle. "What you say, bitch?!" And then all hell broke loose. We descended into a mad brawl, fists flying, legs kicking, breasts slapping, and women shouting. A few broke down in tears. The guards came to break us up and we dried off before heading through a small door to where a nurse was waiting. My fears of a full-blown medical were allayed when she conducted only a brief inspection. She took our sizes (I found out I was 5'6 with 34C breasts) and handed us each a plain white nightdress. From there we escorted once more in single file to a room containing twelve beds. Some of the girls took their nightdresses off immediately, preferring to sleep in their humiliating nude forms rather than in a humiliating dress. I didn't care myself. I was too tired. My head hit the pillow and I was gone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "So, what do you think?" asked Roxy. She, Kylie and I had gone to the showers early that morning and had made it back just as the other girls were headed in. We were perched on the ends of our beds, Kylie wrapped up in her bed sheet. "My theory?" I replied. "Classic Supreme ideology. Remember, in their belief system, women rank lower than men. Men are an A and women are a Z. It led to the nickname Sisterz for the women who chose to live this way. Think traditional gender roles to the extreme." "So they want to degrade us?" Kylie said from the safety of her sheet. "To humiliate us?" "That, and I think there's more too it as well. You have to remember that, quite understandably, the ratio of men to women in this nation isn't exactly balanced." "Wait," said Roxy, "so you're saying they want to...recruit us into their society?" "That's my guess." "They must be smoking something pretty strong, that's all I can say." "The names are just the start. I read a report once that claimed they utilise advanced reprogramming techniques to feminise their subjects." "They can brainwash people?!" Kylie squeaked. "Not brainwash. But they'll try and humiliate us, make us think and act in a more feminine manner, so that assimilation goes more smoothly." "Fuck that," growled Roxy. "Well, they've got all the time they need. Right now, we're not going anywhere." After breakfast, we were taken outside. We swapped our nightdresses for simple dresses. They were all the same: white, short-sleeved, and with a hem that came to just above the knee. To compliment this we were given pain white flats. The wind swept across our bare legs making us shiver. Compared to the man in front, dressed in his splendid crimson uniform, we were less than impressive. In a combat sense anyway. "I wish to make this clear," said the man in an accent I didn't recognise, as he strode back and forth. "There are two types of human beings: males and females. The females are inferior to the males." The armed Superiors in the watchtowers above told us not to argue with this sentiment. "Males are strong, athletic, fast, quick-thinking and adaptable. Females are none of these things or, if they are, they are less so. Much less so." From the far building, an impressive man in his twenties walked over. His hair was blue like the rest but crewcut like ours. He wore a plain white t-shirt and blue shorts. "As females you are all now inferior to us." He pointed to the young man. "Would anyone care to challenge this?" No-one said anything. "If you can prove me wrong, I will release you immediately, on my word." "I'll beat him." We all looked. The woman who had spoken was the one we now had to call Michelle. I knew Michelle back when she was Michael. We'd trained together. And he'd been the fastest runner among us by a heck of a distance. We called him Mighty Mike. "Very well then," said the senior man. "A race across the yard will do, I think. There and back. Please take your positions." Michelle went for a few high fives, psyching herself up. Even in her new body, I could see her eyes were still the same. They were still burning with intensity. They lined up on one side of the courtyard. "Begin!" They set off like a couple of bolts. The man went immediately into a sprint, striding with exceptional confidence. For Michelle however, the problems had already started. Her boobs were bouncing wildly under her dress, and I mean wildly. For the first few strides she seemed determined to ignore the motion, then she suddenly faltered and tried to hold them steady. Her pace dropped, and to say she was already falling behind before then meant this was a disaster. She let go of them again, trying to run the way she used to but the sway of her hips was too unnatural compared to what she was used to. We cheered her on for all we were worth, squealing like a bunch of cheerleaders. The man had already reached the end of the yard and was coming back. They passed each other midway, with the bastard being cheeky enough to slap her on the rear as he did. The race was over before Michelle had gotten halfway back. She swung her fist in the air and cursed, scuffing her feet against the floor. I felt certain she would cry at any moment. Thankfully, one of the other girls went over to put her arm around her. "Well then," said the senior man. "I think that's all there is to say on that matter." He continued to pontificate while we stood there. After an allowance for recuperation, Michelle was made to re-join the group. At this point, the senior man chose to name himself as Master Shilver, though he 'insisted' we refer to him only as Master. "And of course, every civilisation, no matter how male-influenced its success, needs women in some form. That is where you all come in. I understand you won't be feeling too enchanted right now, but believe me when I say you have a long road to travel down. Come the end, I'm certain you will see our point of view. If anything, you all will join the ranks of an even greater woman, one who embraces femininity entirely, and understands the importance of her role in supporting and servicing the men of the world as they continue in their hardships, their laborious endeavours, to create a superior - no, a perfect - society. After all, what lies at the end of continued superiority and progress, if not perfection? What then, are we striving for?" He continued to ramble but I'd stopped listening a while ago. The breeze had picked up at little now and was teasing the hems of our dresses. There were a few nervous glances as the lustful weather threatened to reveal our womanhood to the world. Why hadn't they given us underwear? THAT was the truly monstrous part of all this! What was worse though was that the chill was creeping up my thighs and, ultimately, making me need the bathroom very badly. Under previous circumstances, it wouldn't have been a big deal. I'd been out in the field a long time, and gotten very used to holding it for long periods. Now though, everything was different. I couldn't feel the muscles that I'd once used to keep my bladder in check. Everything seemed to have been replaced by something different and, even though I was still to conduct a thorough examination of myself, everything seemed to be pointing downward. Gravity itself had suddenly become my enemy. I curled my toes for long periods, then tried bouncing from foot to foot in a desperate attempt to hold things in. Finally, I began to hunch over slightly, my hands moving instinctively towards my crotch. "Was is the problem there?" asked Master suddenly. "No problem!" I squeaked. "You are not standing to attention like a good girl." He smiled. "Tell your Master what the problem is." "I...need the bathroom..." "I beg your pardon?" "I need the bathroom." "Again?" "I need the bathroom...Master." "Ah, now I understand you. Certainly, young lady, there is a toilet over there. Please use it as you please." I trotted gingerly forward and stopped. "Are you for real?" I gasped. "Is there a problem?" He knew fucking well there was a problem. There, stood just a few feet away from the wall, was a urinal, out in the open. "I...I can't..." "Cannot what?" I saw the mocking look in his eye. I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to openly declare I was incapable of using it, that my new body required special considerations that didn't befall men. He wanted me to admit defeat. I decided not to give it to him. I walked over, and lifted myself on tiptoe, trying to get my crotch over the rim but I wasn't quite tall enough. One of the guards sniggered openly. I held back the creeping emotions. I'd never felt so impotent in all my life. I wanted to continue trying, but was so desperate my bladder was almost bursting. Instead, I crouched down, my short skirt riding up my thighs. Keeping my back to the others, I parted my thighs. I was suddenly uncomfortably close to my vagina. My vagina - hearing myself think that made it all so much worse. I reached below my pubic triangle and pushed my index and forefingers against my lower lips. Then I spread them. I had a tight vagina, the lips meeting perfectly and the inside proving perfectly pink. Had I been a man about to make love to a woman, and saw her looking like this down there, I'd have been very pleased (although I can't tell you what that does for my state of mind). And so, I...well...I peed. I didn't feel any control as it happened, I just let go and the flow started. It pooled noisily underneath me. I felt like everyone could hear. Needless to say, my whole body turned bright red. It seemed to take an age before I was able to stand up again, straighten my dress and re-join the others for the rest of the endless lecture. 18:00 hours and it was time for bed. Outrageous, I know. But apparently later times were reserved for 'good' girls and we needed our beauty sleep. Roxy hit her bed pretty hard. "Darn it, I can't believe how tired I am." "Me too," I replied. "Kylie's out like a light already. What's wrong with us?" "Less stamina than we're used to, I guess." "Come on, even real women aren't this bad." "No, but there is a gap. I mean, look at the difference in sets that tennis players play when you compare the men's game to the women's. Plus, we're not used to his level of stamina yet. Don't worry, I'm sure we'll adjust." "We'd better, or...zzzzzzzzzz" ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next day started off promising. I have my tongue firmly in my cheek as I say that because I had no other reason to believe that things were looking up other than the fact we were given underwear. Well, partial underwear. We were given panties. Nothing fancy, they were perfectly white and plain to match our dresses and flats. We were handed these inside a large sports hall by a quiet, petite brunette. From there, we were lined up (alphabetically, as had become the norm, meaning I was quite close to one end) in front of Master, who had Superiors as usual standing at all exits. "I hope you are all enjoying your new panties," he said in his customary smug manner. "They may seem a little tight, but then...you don't have anything to fill them with these days, do you? Don't worry, ladies, these are only a token of our generosity. Many more items and accessories await you as you progress on your long journey. At the moment however, we are focused more on your education. Or perhaps I should say, re-education. What do you say...Kylie?" Kylie, stood somewhere near the middle of the line, bowed her head. "Thank you very much for the panties, Master." I knew he'd pick on Kylie. Part of his speech yesterday had been to tell us how it was important to practice the way we spoke to our 'superior' males, and that obedience and enthusiasm would be rewarded. I suspected that Kylie's perfect response had more to do with fear however. She'd been timid, even as Kyle. Now that she was female though, she was almost helpless, and easily picked on. Though I hated myself for it, I could only join in with the scowls of the others at hearing her conform so easily. Even though we hadn't managed a formal meeting yet to discuss our collective strategy (thanks mainly to our new bedtimes and depleted stamina), there had been a quiet agreement that we'd all hold out for as long as we could. "Andrea!" My heart skipped a beat. "That's a very angry expression you're making. Not very ladylike at all, no. Confrontation is for men to deal with. You should be supportive and loving of your sister." I didn't give him the satisfaction of an apology. How could I? I'm no hypocrite. "We brought you all here to assist in your attitude adjustments. I was unsure of who to begin with, but I think now I have found the girl I am looking for. You and...Charlene, I think. Yes, that will do nicely. Make your way to the changing rooms, please. You will be suitably attired there." Charlene and I traded a glance, then made our way to the changing rooms where two women took us to opposite sides of the room. I didn't know too much about Charlene, other than the fact she'd once been Charlie, and a friend of Michael's, who was now of course Michelle. The transformation had been kind to her. She hadn't shrank too much, and her chiselled features remained albeit in a much more feminine fashion. A curly-haired brunette. The woman who had escorted me was Chinese and somewhere in her 20's. She had me remove my dress, before doing something really odd. She began to strap pads to me, on my shins, thighs, belly, back, biceps and hands. These were all connected by four black wires that traced my limbs, leading to a belt that she secured around my waist. She then handed me a pair of shorts and a short crop top (All white and plain, of course). That was all. It seemed I was to remain barefoot for what lied ahead. I was led back out into the sports hall at the same time as Charlene, who was dressed identically to me. Everyone was gathered around a boxing ring, to which we were escorted and instructed to climb inside. I received a nod each from Kylie and Roxy as I passed them. It was hard not to wonder if they'd been told what was about to happen while I was getting changed (getting changed - man, that term has a whole new meaning now). Charlene and I stood staring dumbfoundedly at one another. What now? "Very well," said Master. "Begin." "Begin?" I asked. "Begin what?" "Battle. Combat. A fight." "You want us to fight?" asked Charlene. "Of course. There are times when even women may wish to do battle, but they must do so in an appropriate manner befitting ladies and understand how unpleasant it is." "Master," said one of the women holding a remote control, "what style of fight would you like?" "Ah! Of course. Forgive me. I was so focused on everything else that I had forgotten. Hmm...it's a bit too early for a cat fight. Let's make this one...a bitch fight." "Yes, Master. No scratching or accessories allowed." "I don't scratch anyway," said Charlene, a little offended. "Okay then," said Master. "Begin!" "Or else what?" I dared ask. "Or greater punishments await you." I looked back at Charlene. She shrugged apologetically. "Not that I want to go at it with you, but I think we'd be better off doing as they ask, at least for now." "You might be right," I agreed. "So um...put up your dukes?" She did, and squealed. "Ow! The fuck was that?!" "Bitch fight rules," the woman explained. "Let's just get this over with," I said. I clenched my fists. Two sharp jolts ran through my arms. "Oooowww! What the hell?" "Any rule-breakers are shocked," Master smiled. "This is ridiculous! We can't fight like this!" I saw Charlene moving quickly towards me and I attempted a kick. My thigh spasmed so hard I fell to one knee. "Oooowwwiieeee!" Charlene looked like she was about to try an elbow, only to recoil sharply and clutch at it! "Sonova bitch!! We can't punch, kick or elbow?" "Such styles are inappropriate for ladies," Master explained. "Calling a woman's fight a bitch fight is inappropriate as well," I spat. "Please continue." We faced off again, trying to size each other up and work out what we could possibly use as a fighting method. Charlene made a feint for me and I panicked. I lashed out with a slap. It hit. Right on her cheek. She clutched it, stunned. "I guess...we can slap?" I muttered nervously. Charlene didn't see the funny side. She slapped me back. It hurt more than I thought it would, my softer cheek stinging with the blow. What was worse, was that I felt tears starting to fill my eyes. "You-!" The next five minutes were a frenzy of rampant slaps. We hit each other on the arms, the breasts, the neck, and the face. Every so often, one of us would feel our training kick in and we?d make a fist or launch into a stance one would associate with combat. And each and every time, we were shocked. We were getting hot and flustered, tears leaking over the rims of our eyelids no matter how hard we tried to keep them at bay. We were sweating, grunting and moaning in what felt like an endless struggle. How could either of us win? Neither one of us could knock the other one out fighting the way we were. What was the point of all this? I landed a particularly heavy slap on Charlene?s cheek. Her pupils shrank. She screamed. Her hands reached out. Suddenly, she had a firm grip on my hair (another permitted move, so it seemed). She growled and tugged at it, despite my protesting screams. I tried to grab a hold of hers but her arms were too long for me (like I said, the change hadn?t been TOO unkind to her). I swatted helplessly, clipping the ends of her breasts but little else. I wasn?t strong enough to break her grip either. I didn?t know what to do. Then, as she tugged me forwards I stumbled into her. What happened next wasn?t planned, I simply reacted in the only way I could think. I brought my knee up, hard, into her groin. Charlene let go immediately, her face a picture of horror. She doubled up, falling to the floor and clutching at herself down below. It seemed as though she could barely breathe. ?How can?this hurt so much?? she whimpered. ?What?.is this?? ?That,? Master smiled. ?Is your pubic bone.? ?My what?? ?I understand it?s not very nice when it?s hit. Don?t worry, no-one will judge you if you cry.? She seemed too breathless to cry. I dropped to my knees, apologising frantically and trying to comfort her. Everyone around us was already moving. I was declared the winner and taken back to shower and dress into my one and only other outfit. When I came back, Charlene was sat in a chair. She didn?t look too comfortable, but gave me a look that told me there would be no hard feelings. The next two combatants went up. One was Roxy, the other had once been a man called David, but now went by Davina. Master gave the rules once more and things began. One move. That was all it took. Roxy didn?t give the women chance to shock her. She got in close to Davina, who looked hesitant on whether to slap or to brave a fist. And then ? BOK! Roxy delivered a head-butt. There was a moment?s stunned silence, before the shocks came in hard and fast. Roxy wound up doubled-up in pain on the ring floor, being told that she was disqualified. Then two Supremes came and took her away. It was around 21:00, long past our bedtime. I was lying in bed, listening to the gentle snores of the others. Sleep was doing its very best to make me join them, but I couldn?t submit just yet. I had to know. It would take another five minutes before I did know. I heard the door gently open, followed by footsteps and the sound of running water. I got up and went to the showers. ?Roxy?? I could see her naked form in the showery mist. ?Rox? You okay?? ?I?m fine,? she sniffed. I pulled my dress off over my head and went in deeper. ?Talk to me, what happened?? ?Damn it, Andrea, just back off. I don?t need?.need?.? She started sobbing. I hurried over to her, throwing my arms around her slightly pudgy body. Her knees weakened and together we slumped to the floor. I looked over her body. No sign of physical injury. ?Roxy, did they hurt you?? ?No,? she sniffled. ?Just?humiliated. Darn it, Andrea, I shouldn?t be subjected to this shit, I?m a man. We all are.? ?I know. Don?t worry, we will get through this.? ?I?m glad you?re so confident.? ?Hey, we?ve been in worse spots.? ?Yeah?? she laughed. ?I must have forgotten them.? ?Stay strong, this isn?t over by a long chalk. Come on, let?s go to bed.? ?Hey, promise me?? ?Huh?? ?Promise you won?t tell anyone you saw me cry.? ?I promise. And I also promise that we?re getting out of here. No matter what.? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ?That?s a very brave thing to say,? said Master. He was sat behind his desk in a smart suit, arms spread confidently. I was sat opposite, knees together and hands clenched in my lap. Brave as I was trying to be, it was hard to display it in the way that I wanted. ?I just wanted to give you the heads up,? I said, trying a smile. ?So you?re going to stop me, destroy this base, and free all of your sisters? That?s amusing, I must say. But why tell me this? I?m sure I don?t have to point out the disadvantage you?re putting yourself in.? He smiled. ?A bigger disadvantage anyway.? ?I just wanted you to know that when you get beaten it was by a girl.? ?Well, at least you?re coming to terms with your situation. Don?t worry, I won?t take action against you for coming to me like this. I?ll consider it a private joke between the two of us.? ?Let?s see if you?re laughing in the end.? ?Yes. You have balls, Andrea Hayes, I will say that.? Then he looked at my crotch and chuckled. ?Oh my, what have I said?? ?Well, if I may be excused, Master.? ?Of course.? He stood up, and my eyes bulged. There, sticking out of his pants, was his bare cock, fully erect. ?Oh! I must apologise again. I?m afraid when one of you girls tries to stand up to me, it makes me stand up as well. Are you jealous? Don?t worry, once you?ve admitted defeat in this whole thing I?ll let you have a suck.? ?Good day to you?Master.? I did my best not to throw up as I staggered awkwardly out of the room. Roxy and Kylie were waiting in the corridor. ?Well?? Roxy asked. ?Yup, I told him.? ?And?? ?He?s feeling pretty confident.? ?Why did you tell him all that, Andrea?? asked Kylie. ?Now he knows you?re going to try and stop him!? ?Exactly. So we know where his eyes are. Don?t worry, this?ll all work out. Have a little faith, right? We?ve got girl power. What have we got?? ?I?m not chanting that,? grumbled Roxy. ?Fine,? I said. ?But come the end you may want to.? NOT THE END? Thanks for reading, guys! Please be sure to comment!!!