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Secretarial Revenge Ally is happily serving as Mr. Davidson's sexy little secretary, until she discovers the truth about her identity. Chapter 1: Performance Review Mr. Davidson summoned me into his office with a sharp, "Ally, get in here!". I shyly looked up from my computer monitor and tried to avoid the sneers of some of the other staff in the office. No one would say anything, but everyone could see that something was going on whenever I went into his office to 'help' him. What they didn't know was that if Mr. Davidson called for me specifically, I would be allowed my weekly cummy. Most of the time my services were scheduled, and he made sure I typed in my duties into his calendar every day so that I would be reminded of what was expected of me. He liked to vary it up from time to time, but typically the first entry of every morning in his calendar would read "Ally's oral presentation" and the afternoons would read "Ally's back door reception." The double entendres weren't subtle, but at the very least they would pass public inspection on the off chance someone saw his calendar. These scheduled sessions always involved giving him pleasure though, and while I performed my job dutifully, he never let me cum during these times. But once a week, he would let me cum, but only through a very specific ritual that I learned to look forward to since it was the only time I was able to feel any relief. As I entered his office, walked up to his desk and curtseyed at him. "How may I help you Mr. Davidson?" This question was a formality, as I knew exactly what he expected me to do. He waved me over, and I stepped behind his desk where I saw the set up that I had come to expect. In the corner of the room was a camera that captured the ceremony - I didn't know what he did with all those recordings, he said it was for my 'external performance review by Mr. Thompson', and I left it at that. At his feet was a plate, with a photo of a man I didn't know and a woman who I only knew as the wife of one of Mr. Davidson's friends, Mr. Thompson. It was unusual, but I never questioned it because it was the only way I was allowed to cum. I hiked up my skirt, squatted down in front of the plate, balancing myself on my eight-inch stilettos. I slipped off my thong, freeing my caged 'clitty' and positioned it over the plate so that any of my juices would fall onto it. As I've been taught, I turned to face the camera and smiled demurely as I said, "Ally is ready to cum, Mr. Davidson." He stood up in front of me, making sure that I was still in full view of the camera. Then he put his hands on the back of my head and slowly drew me in. I took a deep breath, knowing what was expected of me, and reached over with my manicured hands to undo his fly and reach for his cock. "Ally loves your big cock," I said with a bubbly voice. I did love his cock, of course, but for these special recorded meetings I was expected to perform for the camera. I inhaled the musky scent of his cock and could feel my tiny dicklette strain against the plastic cage that kept me constantly horny. Moments later, I opened my mouth and eagerly guided his erect penis into my mouth, working it down into my throat. I rolled my tongue along the bottom of the cock as I gently pushed it in and out of my mouth and looked up at him as he pulled out a phone and started reading an email from his friend Mr. Thompson. This was yet another part of the whole production that I simply didn't understand. Every time, he would read an email from Mr. Thompson out loud while I sucked his cock. He wanted me to listen, because I could tell that some parts of it were about me - for some reason Mr. Thompson liked hearing about me - but I didn't understand most of what he was reading, so I would just smile at him between breaths when his cock left my mouth. He began to read: "Ron, I laughed at the last update you sent me. You remembered that it was my second anniversary with Veronica, and seeing Ally being fucked while wearing Veronica's first wedding dress was almost enough to get me to get on a flight out there to fuck Ally myself. I loved the look on her face when you asked her if she recognized the dress right before you filled her with the cum that she so desperately needs. I loved the little touch of having her look at my honeymoon pictures with Veronica in front of her as she was faking her orgasm. I hope the dumb cunt realizes that Veronica is mine now. " I wondered why he made me wear such a pretty dress when he fucked me last week - I almost thought that Mr. Davidson would ask me to marry him, but it made sense that it was for Mr. Thompson. I don't remember recognizing the dress though, but I just pushed that thought out of my silly brain and focused on sucking off Mr. Davidson. "But enough about that, I'm sure you're more interested in hearing about Carly." I could feel his cock harden even more when he read that sentence. I didn't know who Carly was, or if I should be jealous of her since the mere mention of her always got him so excited, but I knew better than to ask him any complicated questions. "It's been a month since I helped her find a job at the strip club, and from what the manager tells me, she's a big hit, probably because you asked me to make her enjoy all the attention she would get. Although I hear some of the girls are starting to resent the fact that Carly is more than willing to put out. I think I'll make her give the girls her tips so that she doesn't upset the club too much. Cum is more than enough payment for the little slut anyway. I took the time to read some of her diary entries for the week. I think you'll enjoy the Thursday night entry, when she decided on her own to set up a gloryhole in the strip club bathroom and suck off over 20 guys. I do miss having her around the office all the time, but I understand that you want her to be a cock-addicted whore. In fact, here's a selfie she took after I introduced her to some of my clients." Mr. Davidson fiddled with his phone and a few moments later, a picture of Carly appeared on his computer monitor that was above me. Like me, Carly had long blond hair and a relatively slim build that didn't really support her G cup breasts. I wouldn't say we were twins, but a stranger might think we were sisters if they ever saw us together. The biggest difference though is that Carly was a real woman - she had a cunt - while I had my tiny caged clitty. When Mr. Davidson read stories about how she was double penetrated and filled to the brim with cum in her pussy and her ass, I couldn't help but feel a little envious that she could have an extra hole to fuck with. She also had her make up permanently tattooed on her face, which is almost something that I wish I had so that I didn't have to spend so much time fixing my appearance after Mr. Davidson fucked my mouth. In the picture that was now on the monitor, I could see that Carly was freshly fucked and her body was just covered with cum. She was smiling widely as she held her phone in one hand and an erect cock in the other. I couldn't focus on the picture for too long however, as Mr. Davidson grabbed my head and started violently fucking me as he was muttering to himself, "You're such a whore Carly. I'm going to rape you one day like the bitch you are." I wanted to gag, but did my best to suppress my gag reflex because I knew that Mr. Davidson did not want to be disturbed whenever he started thinking about Carly. After what felt like an eternity, I felt him tense up as he pressed my head into his crotch and he grunted out, "Drink it all Carly!" before cumming down my throat. The pain in my throat was unbearable, and tears streamed down my face as I swallowed every drop of spunk like he had taught me to do. Eventually he released his grip on my head as I felt his penis slowly deflate in my mouth. He pulled out and held it in front of my face, at which point I kissed the head and said, "Thank you for cumming inside me, Mr. Davidson." He pulled some of my blonde hair and wiped his cock clean with it while I waited patiently for my own release. It took him a few minutes to recover from his orgasm, but he eventually pulled a tiny key from a chain that hung around his neck and dangled it in front of me. "What do you want, Ally?" I looked up at him and begged, "I want you to milk me, Mr. Davidson." He dropped the key to the ground and I picked it up with my well- manicured hands. I knew I had to be careful releasing myself - the first few times that I came from freeing my clitty from the cage, Mr. Davidson kicked my clitty so hard that I was in pain for days. I knew better than to feel that punishment again. I gingerly held my clitty with my left hand as my right reached for the lock that was tucked near my now miniscule testicles. I clenched my clitty muscles tight as I slowly unlocked the cage and slipped it off, knowing that if I didn't tense up, I would just start spurting all over the floor. Heck, I could already see precum starting to leak from my clit, and I clenched harder to make sure I kept everything in until he gave me permission to cum. As I was freeing myself, Mr. Davidson hand gone over to the camera and picked it up. Mr. Thompson always wanted a close up of this part of my weekly review. He came back over to me, camera framing my tense face as I bit my lip while trying my best not to cum, before he stood back a little bit so that he could get a shot of my whole body. He nudged the plate toward me and I balanced myself over it. I looked at the camera and demurely said, "Ally is a cum-loving sissy faggot who is always horny. Thank you for little me cum, Mr. Thompson!" With that, I reached down with my left hand and started to rub m clitty between my forefinger and thumb. I started to moan loudly, partly for the performance, but partly because I was actually desperate to cum. After a few strokes, Mr. Davidson stepped over to me and knelt down to whisper something in my ear: "Allen remembers." I... I... what is happening? Where am I? I look up and see a man holding a camera, filming me as I'm... I look down at myself and see an unfamiliar body. My body? I could feel my legs burning as I struggled to maintain a squatting position in these sky high stilettos. Then I see my hand awkwardly trying to masturbate my shrunken penis, before I look down and see a plate with a photo glazed into it. It was one of my wedding pictures! I want to stop, but an overwhelming wave of pleasure washes over me as I can feel my penis violently twitch. I look in horror as I see my watered down cum splash down on the plate, covering my wedding photo. After a few seconds, my dick pathetically squeezes out its last drop. I want to scream and yell at the man in front of me, I want to stand up and attack him, but my body won't respond. Instead, I kneel down onto the floor and without any hesitation begin to lick my cum from the plate. The taste in my mouth makes me want to vomit, but I can't control myself as I keep licking and licking until every drop of cum is gone from the plate. When I'm finished, I hold up the plate next to my face and smile at the camera before I say, "All done!" I blink a few times in confusion and look down at my clitty to see that I had cum. Mr. Davidson told me that my orgasms were so intense now that I kept blacking out whenever I had them, and that makes sense considering how horny I am and how I'm only allowed to cum once a week. I gently sent my cum plate down and lock myself up before handing the key back to Mr. Davidson. "I hope you enjoyed my performance, Mr. Thompson," I say before I crumple to the ground in exhaustion. Mr. Davidson would let me rest as he composed his own email back to Mr. Thompson, giving him a copy of the video that he just made along with my daily fuck diaries that I filled out whenever Mr. Davidson used me. I knew that he read them from time to time, so I had to always talk about how much I loved feeling his cock inside my asspussy or loved the taste of his cum in my mouth. I would usually type these at my desk outside, and I could only hope that none of the other girls walked by and saw what a slut I truly was. I didn't know how long it had been, but I felt him come by me and give me a nudge with his foot. That was his cue to let me know that I had rested for long enough and that I should clean up and get back to work. I got up on my hands and knees and grabbed my thong, slipping it back under my crumpled skirt. I saw a glob of cum that must have slipped out of my mouth as he was cumming, and without hesitation bent down and started licking it off the floor. I knew that he didn't want me to waste any of his special cum. After I double-checked to see that the floor was clean, I stood up and straighted out my skirt and my blouse. I curtseyed at him and waited patiently at his side before he absentmindedly reached over and slapped me on the ass for me to leave. "Thank you Mr. Davidson," I said as I started to walk out of his office. Before I reached the door however, I heard a loud cough and stopped in my tracks. I knew what he wanted. I walked over to the special cabinet next to the door and opened the bottom drawer, finding a set of chrome vibrating dildos waiting for me. I repressed a sigh as I picked one out - they were all eight inches long and three inches thick - and lubed it up with the spit and cum that was still in my mouth. I turned to face him as I reached down under my skirt, pushed the thong string out of the way, and shoved the dildo into my ass. I stood at attention again and waited. "Good girl." He smiled and pulled out a remote and when he pressed the button, I could feel the dildo slowly hum inside me. Not loud enough for anyone to hear, but it would keep my nice and horny for the rest of the day until we went home and he fucked me. I smiled absentmindedly as I imagined what tonight's fuck would be like - I think I pleased him with my performance review today - and left the office after he waved me off. I'm so lucky to be Mr. Davidson's personal assistant! Chapter 2: Waking Up I was happily clicking through some sex education websites, hoping to find some tips to improve my cock sucking, when I notice an email come in. I reluctantly drew my attention to the inbox and cocked my head in confusion as I saw that it was an email from Mr. Thompson. "Hi Ally, I know Mr. Davidson is away on a business trip, but he forgot to email me your last performance review. Could you be a dear and send it over? I wanted to wait, but I can't contain myself anymore." I had never received an email from Mr. Thompson before. But I knew from all the reviews that I have done for the past two years or so that I should do my best o keep him happy, so I'm sure Mr. Davidson wouldn't mind if I went into his office and sent him my last video. I stood up and let out a satisfied sigh as I felt the dildo shift inside me as I walked into Mr. Davidson's office and went over to his computer. I clicked through the many videos that we've made trying to find the most recent one and typed up a quick note as I attached the video to the email and sent it to Mr. Thompson, "Ally is a dumb slut, but I hope you give me a good review!". After I saw that the email had successfully been sent, I started to close all the windows but I hesitated. I had never seen one of the videos before - I asked Mr. Davidson to let me watch one so that I might learn to be better at pleasing him, but he told me that I wasn't allowed to do it and that I should just learn from my practical experience. But, he wouldn't get mad at me if I took a little initiative, would he? And if I become better at sucking him off, he might even give me a reward. Besides, he didn't need to know! I practically mashed the mouse button as I clicked on the video and started to watch it. It was fun watching myself suck cock - I'm so used to just seeing his cock in front of me that I had no idea what I looked like when I was sucking him. I felt my clitty twitch slightly in my cage - I made a very sexy cocksucker, if I do say so myself. The video went as I remembered - Mr. Thompson would talk about how pleased he was with my last video, then he would tell Mr. Davidson about Carly and what a whore she had become. I remember this time Mr. Davidson was given a video of Carly being gangraped by three men in the back of an alley, which made him extra excited when he was fucking my throat. Then I got to the part where I was allowed to milk myself and started paying close attention - since I always blacked out when I came, I had no idea what I experienced during those few lost moments. This would be a chance to see what happens every time I have my weekly orgasm. I smiled as I watched myself vigorously rub my clit between my fingers, wishing that I had access to my clitty right now. I watched as the camera got close to my head as it looked like I was about to cum and I could hear Mr. Davidson say, "Allen remembers." What... what's happening? I stood up in a jolt and quickly fell back down onto the chair as my wobbly legs couldn't handle the high heels that I was obviously wearing. I heard some slurping sounds come from the computer and I looked back, watching a whore licking up what looked like cum from a plate. I reached over to stop the video, but before I did, the woman held up the plate and I saw a picture of me and my wife at our wedding, before the woman in the video said, "Sissy Slut Ally's plate is all clean!" I quickly stopped the video and turned the monitor off, and saw the same woman in the now black, glass surface of the monitor. I reached up to touch my face and could see the woman in the reflection do the same. That woman... that's... me... I looked down at my body and saw that I was wearing what could generously be described as office attire. My giant breasts were almost bursting out of my blouse and my skirt was so short it left nothing to the imagination. I jumped out of my seat as I felt something inside me... in my... my ass... vibrate. I reached under my skirt and quickly yanked out the vibrating object from inside me before tossing it to the ground. I watched in stunned silence as the vibrating dildo wiggled its way around the office floor. Carefully, I turned the monitor on again to try to get my bearings. I looked at the corner of the screen and saw the date: April 24, 2044. That can't be right... it's 2041! I could feel my head start to pound as memories started to return to me. My last clear memory is Martin Thompson calling me down to the lab to talk to me about a new project he was working on. I have vague memories of things that happened after that... I divorced my wife, and resigned from the company, but not before recommending Martin for my position and signing over my shares of the company to him. Those memories were mostly a blur though, as the only thing that dominated my mind were the daily sucking and fuckings that I gave to the man that dominated my life now, Mr. Davidson. I have to figure out what is going on. Fighting the pain in my head, I start to click around on the computer in front of me to see if I can find out what has happened to me. I see a large email thread between Davidson and Thompson, and I almost want to vomit as I read what I've been made to do. First and foremost, I really had lost three years of my life and apparently had settled into being Davidson's office pet and Thompson had married my wife. I don't know what made me more sick, the ways that I was used as a sexual outlet for Davidson, or the ways that Thompson used my wife. I scrolled back three years, before my meeting with Thompson, to see if I could find the truth and sat back as I understood what had happened. Thompson and Davidson had met at a medical conference in 2016. Our company was working on neural therapy treatments as a new form of psychiatric treatment that didn't require drugs. Operating on the brain and fixing the neural pathways that caused various psychiatric problems like bipolar disorder or even sociopathic tendencies was going to be our big breakthrough. Davidson's company developed advanced genetic resquencers that used the patient's own bodies to accommodate physical changes for cases where conventional surgery was not possible. I know that the neural treatments were highly experimental and weren't even close to being ready for human trials, and I assume the surgery technology was similarly experimental, but that obviously didn't stop either of them from testing the technologies on us. They had written about how they hated their bosses - me, and Davidson's boss Carl - and a plan was born. Combine their work to turn us into bimbo sluts. But it wasn't enough to just change us, they needed us to disappear completely so that no one would question their sudden promotions our sudden complete change of attitudes. Thompson made it so that I told everyone that I had to "find myself" in Asia right before I blew up my life and disappeared. I burned so many bridges by the time that I left, no one gave it a second thought when I disappeared and chalked my personal meltdown as some kind of early mid-life crisis. From what I understand from these emails, Davidson did the same to Carl. After our lives were destroyed, we were taken to a secret facility where we were reprogrammed and reshaped into identical looking whores. Davidson wanted Carl to fully become Carly, and took great pleasure in castrating him and giving him a vagina, while Thompson wanted me to keep my tiny useless cock so that I would be constantly reminded of who I was, even if it was under layers of neural reprogramming. It was at that point that they figured that it was better if they traded me and Carly, in case by some miracle the programming broke or we were recognized by someone... which is why I ended up spending the next two years with Davidson and why Thompson was so eager to get those updates about me. I looked at the clock and noticed that I had spent the last hour trying to go through these emails and process what had happened to me. I knew that I couldn't stay here any longer, so I forwarded the entire email thread to my account, along with a video with the phrase that returned me to normal, and scrubbed any evidence that I had been on this computer. As I gently stood up and wobbled to the door in my heels - I would need to get used to these quickly or I would be discovered - I noticed the dildo happily buzzing away on the ground. I closed my eyes and felt like crying, because I knew what I had to do. I awkwardly squat down to the ground, picked up the dildo, and gingerly worked it back into my ass. I whimpered as I slowly walked back to my desk and sat down. A couple of the other secretaries walked by me and one of them said, "Are you such a slut that you went in there and pretended to suck his cock?" I did my best to giggle stupidly and the two women just laughed at me in derision before they went off to do their work. I was going to have to grin and bear it if I wanted to find a way out of this. Chapter 3: Turning Lemons into Lemonade For the next few months I lived in a perpetual hell. While I'm happy to have been able to wake myself from my programming, it also meant that I was now responsible for doing everything "Ally" did to please Davidson and Thompson. First and foremost, I had to make sure that neither noticed that I had broken free of their mental bondage and was slowly recovering my memories. But what this meant was that I had to believably convince them that I was the happy, ditzy, bimbo sissy whore that they had made me into. I was thankful that I had access to all of Ally's memories and "skills", so I could still convincingly pretend to by the bimbo whore that they expected me to be. I had spent at least two years with a dildo inside me while I was Ally, but while my alter-ego might have gotten use to - and enjoyed - having my ass filled all the time, I found it extremely painful. At least this made my daily ass-fuckings a lot less painful than I assumed they would have been if my ass wasn't fully trained by the dildo. I did notice that my ass was always perfectly tight and accommodated Davidson's cock, and I assumed my body was designed so that my ass would always be tight enough that I would always feel some pain. That's probably why I always felt like I was reaching the peak of orgasm any time he fucked me, because they turned my ass into a erogenous zone. I was also fed a steady diet of cum. I found that I never leaked cum out of my ass after my fuckings, because my body simply absorbed the cum in my bowels for nutrients. Of course it wasn't as simple as that, because I always had to suck Davidson's cock every day as well and consume my "lunch" that way. His cum was tasted so sweet, and I always licked every drop from his cock as best I could. Since I still found his cum delicious now that I am in control of my body, I can only assume my tongue's tastebuds were redesigned. My cum diet was extended at home, as I always received a large container of cum on my doorstep every week. I had to add cum to everything I ate and drank, something that I had to do because I realized that my apartment was always being monitored. In fact, I should probably explain my home life to show how trapped I felt during this time. Even though my own personality and memory was reasserting itself, my time as Ally was still permanently etched into my mind. Thompson took a perverse pleasure in seeing me debase myself at home, so he had Davidson wire up the entire place with webcams so that he could tune into my sissy life any time he wanted. If I was trapped at work by being forced to be Davidson's ditzy secretarial whore all day, I was trapped at night by being forced to be Thompson's faggot sissy at night. I don't know what was harder - at "work", I was treated like trash by everyone at work but my humiliations were mostly limited to my interactions with Davidson. I could at least take some breaks and focus on recovering my life in the brief moments of downtime between servicing Davidson and doing my token secretarial duties. At home, I had to be "on" all the time in case Thompson was watching. I could never break character in order to keep my cover, and it was exhausting keeping up appearances all the time. The indignities that I suffered were catered specifically to Thompson's desire to torture me - it didn't take me long to figure out that the cum shipments were from Thompson because my daily ritual included eating his cum in front of a mounted camera in the kitchen. I had to grin and talk about how delicious the "special sauce" was and how it filled my tummy. Not only did I have to put it in my food, I had to make cum popsicles and seductively suck on them every night as my "desert". I wanted to throw up every night, but I knew that the bathrooms were monitored as well - so that Thomspon could watch me use the toilet like a girl - so I just had to learn to bear with the salty and acrid taste on everything I ate and drank. I would also receive a whole regiment of pills that I would have to clearly eat and swallow with the meals I took at home - I knew that they had changed my body so much that I definitely didn't need hormones, but I'm sure Thompson just liked to see me take part in my own feminization. I had to wear slutty outfits and lingerie, based on instructions that I found on my home computer. A lot of it was just humiliating, fetishistic costumes - maid uniforms, nurse uniforms, schoolgirl uniforms, and so on. But the most humiliating clothes were actually the plainest looking - some of the clothes he made me wear I immediately recognized as my wife's. Ally would have thought nothing about wearing a plain-looking sundress since it pleased her audience, but it made me angry and hurt thinking about what had happened with my wife and imagining what he was doing to her. The worst part was that even at home I could never get relief from the ridiculously high heels that I was forced to wear at work, because one of the instructions was to always have a new pair of heels on every day. I even had to sleep in a pair of slutty stilettos. I was allowed to "relax" with entertainment that he selected for me. This was mostly hardcore porn, where I had to pretend to be excited watching women get abused by men. I know Ally treated these movies like they were the average film on Netflix - it wasn't porn to her, and she was as focused on the "plot" as much as the sex. I had to appear as if I was enamored with whatever I was watching, although I did learn to zone out and simply fake a reaction in order to spend some time thinking about how I would get out of my situation. Ally was also allowed and expected to "masturbate" when watching these videos, which made it hard to focus. Most of the time, I had to grind my palm into my caged penis, but sometimes I would receive a message on my phone to pull out the vibrating wand and press it violently against my shrunken cock. Of course Ally was never allowed to cum, so I had to learn to edge myself, playing with my cock for an hour or two before I could finish watching my movies and get on with my the rest of my night. As frustrating as it was, I also learned that cumming would reassert the Ally personality, and knowing that I would become a dumb sissy bimbo if I went too far and came was enough to make the edging worthwhile. This was perhaps the hardest part of being self-aware, knowing that after my weekly performance review with Davidson, I would be forced to cum and I would lose myself to Ally again. I would always lose at least 8 hours or so as the ditzy, submissive, cock-hungry sissy Ally reasserted herself and went about her day pleasing Davidson in any way possible. I had to invent a reason for Ally to listen to Davidson's trigger phase to bring me back from the recesses of my mind, which I did by leaving a note on my phone that neither Thomspon or Davidson would see that told Ally to put on a pair of headphones and play the trigger phrase "Allen remembers" twice a day to bring me back. I could have played it safe and just had Ally play the file once, but I felt the risk of being discovered was worth the risk in case there was some unexpected surprise. One unexpected "advantage" of my humiliation was that I was forced to take a bus home every day after work or to do my various chores like grocery shopping and dry cleaning all my outfits on the weekend. I'm sure for Thompson, this was just a way to force me to live a life that was entirely foreign to me - certainly it was a step down from the expensive cars that I used to drive. Being gawked at in public probably was a part of the humiliation as well. But since I wasn't being monitored, it was actually time I could take to understand what they had done to me and what I could do to try to get my old life back. Every week I found find a way into Davidson's computer and copy his emails with Thompson, and I would read those emails on the bus ride to and from work. It turns out that they had been scheming for a while. They wanted a way to remove any trace of us, so that even if Carl and I were ever found, no one would ever believe that we were our old selves. It wasn't enough that we simply blew up our former lives, in my case by divorcing my wife and resigning from my company, they wanted to make sure that if someone looked for us we would never be found. Keeping us alive was a part of making sure there was never any trace of us to be found, although I think neither really wanted to actually commit murder. Davidson wanted to ship the both of us to a whorehouse in Europe or Asia and just have us disappear into sex slavery, but Thompson convinced him to go through with this "swap" plan because he desperately wanted to mold me into a perfect slut. In fact, a lot of what happened to me was entirely his idea. He convinced Davidson to make us twins, so that if he ever felt the urge to fuck me, he could just take Carly instead. Although I'm sure Davidson enjoyed having a sex-crazed bimbo at his beck and call at work, he certainly didn't have the same hang ups about turning Carl into a sissy slut. In some ways, Carl might have been luckier than me - Davidson used his technology to turn him entirely into a woman and asked Thompson to set the newly minted Carly up as a stripper and prostitute, a position so far from Carl's old life that no one would ever think of her as a former top executive of a biomedical company let alone as a man. Thompson, on the other hand, created the elaborate life that I found myself living in - both as a ditzy secretary at work and as a cum and porn addicted slut at home. Davidson was annoyed at first, but relented when he realized that the neural reprogramming would take care of most of my "maintenance". My "capture" was pathetically easy - I often worked late and was typically the last person in the office, so one day Thompson slipped a sleeping pill into my coffee and just waited for everyone to leave the office before carrying me off to the lab building. There he used the prototype neural programmer on me, a large but still portable device, and set off to complete his work on me. After I was pliant and would do whatever he suggested, he made me drive him to my house and used the device on my wife as well. I remember everything he made me do - signing all those documents that dismantled my life - papers transferring all my assets to my wife, scathing letters of resignation to the CEO and President of the company telling them that I thought they were incompetent and that I never wanted to see them ever again, and of course my divorce papers. As a final humiliation before he turned me over to Davidson along with the neural programmer, he made me witness his marriage to my wife. Davidson similarly destroyed Carl's life after he programmed him to obey all his commands, and then he took the both of us to a makeshift lab out in the middle of nowhere to put us through the genetic resequencer. This was technology that was meant to solve many problems, and could have potentially ended the need for organ donations because they could simply make the body regrow its organs. It was also perfect for sexual reassignment surgery, and Davidson took a delight in testing it on live subjects. And so, after a couple of months inside these claustrophobic looking chambers, we emerged as the boxom blonde bimbos that they wanted us to be - except that Carly was indistinguishable from a real woman, while I had a tiny one inch penis dangling from my crotch. When our bodies were done, Thompson flew in to meet us and both of them set off to program us to their desires. Although our lives were extremely different, they made sure that we were both constantly aroused nymphomaniacs who would do anything for cock. After they were done, we were introduced to our new lives - Carly the stripper slut and Ally the bimbo secretary. For the most part, we were settled into our new lives, but once every six months they would bring us and meet in Las Vegas so that they could fuck their former bosses. Even though I could access all of Ally's memories, this was something that even she didn't remember, and I learned that Davidson insisted on wiping our memories of being fucked by our abusers in case something happened. I was actually glad I didn't have any memories of Thompson fucking me, because I'm not sure how I would react if I remembered what he did to me. Knowing what they did to me, I could have just killed the both of them. I would have happily gone to jail if I could get back at them. But then I thought about my wife, and even Carl, and knew that I had to try to bring them back from their programming. Also, I figured that the police would come after me if I disappeared the same time that they found Davidson's body. Thankfully, although Davidson was much less concerned about torturing Carl, his ambitions were directed to his career. He had Carl's old job, but was beginning to feel greedy and wanted to move up the corporate ladder again and target the CEO of his company directly. So, Davidson had asked Thompson to send him the programmer again which Thompson was more than happy to do - the CEO was a fairly attractive and successful woman, and turning her into his version of "me" - a dumb bimbo secretary - was something that he was looking forward to. I didn't know how to react when I saw the package from Thompson on my desk. I could feel my body nervously tremble as I picked it up to examine it. I almost dropped the box out of my hand when I heard Davidson scream, "Ally, bring me my mail!" from behind the closed door. I clutched the package to my chest and smiled as I realized that I could finally enact my revenge before replying sweetly, "Yes Mr. Davidson, I'm coming!" The device that Thompson sent was so easy to use that it was as simple as aiming it at Davidson to put him in the programmable state. When I saw him sitting there, passive and vulnerable, I had to resist any urge to harm him in any way - I still needed him to get to Thompson. So, I began working on his mind, making him susceptible to my commands of course, and burying his core personality under layers of programming. I had plans for him... and for Thompson too, and I wanted to be able to bring the both of them back. This was risky, but one of the things I did was program him to use the device on me. I know I couldn't get rid of Ally altogether, but I wanted to remove any chance that I was lose myself in her ever again when I came. When I was back in control, I hiked up my dress and made him unlock my caged cock and ordered him to suck on my newly freed member. Obviously it didn't gag him like he often did to me, but it was still satisfying to see him serve me, as awkward as it was having a man try to suck something that was so small. I had my first pleasurable orgasm in years as I released my tiny load into his mouth. It felt so good to finally be able to cum on my own terms. I made him cum in his boxers, and watched gleefully as he took them off and began rubbing the soiled boxers against his face. I reached behind me and gently pulled the dildo out of my ass and handed it to him. "You know where this goes," I told him sternly, and he obediently took it and shoved it up his own ass. I could have played with him forever, but I knew that wouldn't help me in the long run and so I made himself clean himself up and go back to a version of Davidson that I could control. I did make him keep the dildo in his ass because I wanted to get some immediate pleasure from controlling him. Now it was simple finding a way to get to Thompson to agree to a meeting so that we could fly out to meet him. I couldn't simply leave and go there myself, since he would be expecting me to be at home performing for him. There was a tiny part of me that considered going through with Davidson's plan to program and change the CEO to force a meeting with Thompson, but I knew that I couldn't be as bad as them. Instead, I had Davidson write an email to Thompson: "Martin, The device works perfectly and Heather is under my control. I'll begin the genetic resequencing soon, but of course the first thing I did was fuck her in her office. Doing that though made me miss my time with Carly, and I was hoping we could meet and have a little reunion while Heather is in the chamber. I could bring the device back to you in person and I'm sure you're eager to fuck your little slut Ally. How about I fly over tomorrow? -Steve" The sentence about me was more than enough to get Thompson to agree to have us come over to meet him. As I was finally feeling good about myself, Thompson still found a way to humiliate me. He told Davidson that he'd appreciate a video of me blowing him in the airplane bathroom. I hated the looks that I got as I followed him to the toilet as much as I hated taking his cock in my mouth again, but I had to do it to maintain my cover. I still had to act like the bimbo slut that Thompson expected me to be, but I did take a little pleasure in sucking Davidson off because I knew that this would probably be the last time. I smiled for the phone camera as his seed filled my mouth, in part to keep up the act, but also because I knew that Thompson would be mine soon enough. When the plane landed, I had Davidson take us to a cabin out in the woods outside town. I wanted someplace isolated where we wouldn't attract any attention. I had Davidson send the video of my blowjob to Thompson along with the address to the cabin. I'm sure seeing me hungrily suck cock was more than enough to get Thompson to drop whatever plans he had and come to the cabin as soon as possible. As I waited for the moment of truth, I nervously paced around the cabin and fiddled with the programmer to make sure that I knew how to use it the second that my original tormentor walked into the cabin. I heard a knock on the door and knew that the time had arrived. I clutched the programmer and aimed it at the door while I told Davidson to open the door and let Thompson in. Chapter 4 - A dish best served cold. The door opened and I saw Thompson with two women on his arms, Carly on his left and Veronica on his right. Without a moment's hesitation, I pressed the button on the programmer and waited for the device to put him in the programmable trance state. I smiled as I watched his eyes roll back into his head. It worked! After months of torture, I finally had him! There were so many things I wanted to do to him, but my attention turned to a confused Carly and Veronica and I knew I had to bring them back first. That didn't mean I couldn't get a little satisfaction though, and I ordered Davidson and Thompson to lie on the floor and suck each other's cocks in a 69 position. The modifications they made to themselves to give them more sexual stamina would keep them occupied for hours, if I left them to it. I led Carly and Veronica to the couch and sat them down. I wasn't sure whom I should work on first. My first thought was to try to bring my wife back to me, but I was afraid of how she would react to seeing me as I was now... or if she would even believe that I was her husband. I told her to simply sleep so that I could worry about her later. Turning to Carly, I aimed the device at her and began to try to unravel the years of programming that had been forced on her. I peeled away the layers, many of which was similar to the programming that I was subjected to - the constant arousal, the addiction to sex, her need to feed on sperm, the constant desire to act feminine, the diminished intelligence, and the unquestionable loyalty and dependence on Thompson. Not knowing Carl personally, I had no idea if I was able to fully recover his identity through my reprogramming of his mind, but I did my best and after an hour or so, I was ready to wake him. When I pressed the button that did wake him up, I wasn't prepared for what would happen next. For a moment that felt like an eternity, Carl blinked in confused silence as the last three years of Carly's memories caught up with him. Suddenly, Carl let out an ear-piercing screech that filled the entire cabin. I cringed and covered my ears with my hands to try to block out her cries of anguish, but he was so loud and desperate that it was futile to try to shut out the noise. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, and before he could start screaming again, I got up and hugged him to try to offer him some comfort. If I had to guess, Carly's transition back to Carl was much more traumatic than mine because I was constantly brought back from my Ally state through Thompson's elaborate humiliation schemes. My original identity was able to reassert itself, however briefly, so I was never truly lost in the Ally personality. Carl didn't have a similar saving grace and he had to cope with 3 years of foreign and humiliating memories flooding his mind at the same time. Carl returned my hug and began to sob into my breasts. All I could do is just hold him and rub his back, and after he cried for a few minutes, he finally calmed down enough to be able to regain his composure and gently nudged me to let me know that I could let him go. I released him and handed him some tissues for him to clean his face. "Are you okay?" I quietly asked him. He sniffled and nodded at me, "Yes. At least..." he paused to look down at his body before continuing, "As 'okay' as I can be." He reached down to take off the stripper heels that he had been wearing, and it was at that point that I noticed that I was still wearing my black stilettos, which I eagerly kicked off as well. After our feet were free, we turned up to face each other and let out a nervous laugh at our newly released feet. "Carl... I don't want to rush you, but I'm hoping you can help undo all of this." I motioned to our bodies. He sat back, turning his head to look at his own tormentor on the floor desperately sucking on Thompson's dick. He looked at me, "Is that the best you can do?" I let out a wry smile, "I have a plan for them, but I'm trying to find a way to give us back our old lives." I briefly turned to Veronica and stared at her sleeping form. "Your wife... I know." He let out a deep sigh, "Listen, the machine that changed our bodies was barely in the prototype phase. Even if they stored our profiles, the chances that we'd be able to go back to our old bodies are slim. I'm not even sure we can be made into men again, at least not without more work." My heart sank as the reality of our situation began to set in. "We're stuck like this...?" I asked rhetorically. We sat in stunned silence for several minutes as we tried to process the reality of the rest of our lives. I turned my head as I could hear Davidson and Thompson have their first orgasms, which just made my own little dick twitch in response. Could I even say I was a man if all I had was the tiny nub that Thompson left me? I didn't have a lot of time to contemplate that thought though, as Carl abruptly stood up and told me that he was going to the kitchen for a drink. I only nodded in response as I buried my face into my hands, wondering what my future held in store for me. I was only interrupted from my self-pity by a loud scream from the kitchen, followed by some noise. I jumped up and ran into the kitchen and let out a scared gasp as I saw what Carl had done. He was lying on the ground, with a knife sticking out of her stomach, a small pool of blood gathering below her. I rushed over to her and grabbed the knife, pulling it out of her and trying to apply some pressure to her self- inflicted wound. He looked at me as I was trying to frantically stop the bleeding, "I'm sorry... I just can't live like this." "Shhhh, it's okay," was all I could muster as I did my best to stop the bleeding. I ran back into the living room and found my phone, dialing 911. --- It's been a couple of years since that horrific day. What was supposed to be my day of freedom almost turned into tragedy. In the time between my call and the ambulance arriving, I cleaned everyone up and made sure that they followed me lead and explained that Carly was feeling depressed and tried to take her own life. Although the wound was deep, they were thankfully able to stop the bleeding and stabilize her before taking her to the hospital. The next time I was allowed to see him again, I did the only thing that I could do knowing that he would try to kill himself again - I used the neural programmer on him again and brought back a version of Carly who saw me as her older twin sister and was happy with her life. I felt bad about doing this to Carl, but if I couldn't kill Thompson and Davidson, I sure as hell wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let Carl die as well. What happened with Carl also changed my plans with Veronica. I wanted to bring her back as well, but she had been under about as long as Carl and me, and I had no idea if she would react in the same way. Certainly the changes Thompson forced on her weren't as drastic as the ones forced on Carl, but the shock of discovering she had lost 3 years of her life could potentially be too much for her to handle. Instead, I did what Thompson had done to years earlier - I made him sign everything over to her and divorce her, but instead of making her into a twisted version of a devoted wife, I gave her the freedom to live as an independently wealthy woman who could make her own choices. I couldn't be with her, but knowing that she would be happy was enough for me. As for me, I had no qualms about stripping Davidson of everything he owned in order to provide Carly and myself with a comfortable life. Neither of us had a real identity anymore, so we didn't really have any options. I could have used the reprogrammer at a bank or government office to help us find a way back into society, but I didn't want to use it on anyone else. The device is so powerful that I didn't know if I could resist the temptation of using it to help myself all the time. What Davidson had was enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives though, and as far as the world knew, we were just debutante twin sisters who came into a lot of money. The setback with my body didn't stop my plans for Davidson and Thompson though. I made them steal the plans and destroy any records of both of the neural reprogrammer and the genetic resequencer because I didn't want anyone else to be able to put these machines to use. I'm sure someone else might figure it out, but I was okay with the fact that I wouldn't be the one responsible for unleashing such dangerous technology into the world. Then I brought them to the genetic resequencing lab where they had transformed Carl and me into the absurd version of femininity meant to humiliate us. I put myself into the machine first, and removed any trace of my manhood. It was a touch choice to make, but I wanted to avoid any unnecessary questions in case I ever had to see a doctor, and if I couldn't be a man again, it was easier to just become a woman fulltime. Then I set my sights on the two perpetrators of my torture. I turned them into grotesque versions of what they had made me and Carl into. Both had almost impossible proportions - giant breasts and tiny waists. Their feet were changed so that they could only walk in heels and would spend the rest of their lives in a pair that were at least 8 inches high. Their bodies were constantly aroused, craving cocks to fill their holes in order to provide them the brief relief from their horniness before they would need to satiate their sexual appetite once again. Although they didn't need it, the only "food" they would ever eat was cum, forgoing any other foods entirely. Perhaps I was as bad as Thompson, but I took a particular joy in shaping their minds to accommodate the new role that I had for them. Rather than make them into ditzy bimbos, I turned them into Russian sexpots that spoke broken English with an almost comical Russian accent. Their new identities as Martina and Svetlana were more than happy to listen to their body's needs and use everything that they knew about male sexuality in order to seduce men and fuck them. But my crowning achievement was turning Thompson's torture back against him. I made sure that deep in the recesses of their new identities, their old selves experienced and was fully aware everything that was happening to them. They knew that I had taken over their lives and destroyed their old identities, and now they would be nothing but passive observers to the sexual depravity that Martina and Svetlana would be partaking in for the rest of their lives. The most satisfying moment that I had was handing both of them hammers and ordering them to destroy the neural programmer and genetic resequencer. Not only were they trapped in their lives forever, but they were also responsible for removing any chance that they would ever recover from their lives. I also took a page from Davidson?s original plan and decided to send them off to Europe, where they would spend the rest of their lives as escorts in Amsterdam. From now on, their life would be consumed by and revolve around having sex as often as possible, because their lives literally depended on it. And all Martin and Steve could do was watch in horror as their body pleased man after man. There was a part of me that wished that I could see their humiliation, much in the same way that Thompson relished in mine in those weekly videos, but knowing that they would be constantly trying to resist their bodies and implanted identities was more than enough for me. My life returned to whatever could be considered normal for a man... or a woman in my situation. I took care of Carly and let her live her life to the fullest. She even asked me to go out with her on double dates that she would set up, and although I was more than happy to just avoid sex for the rest of my life, I went along with her because I knew it would make her happy. There were times that I regret not honoring Carl?s choice to die, but seeing Carly be happy was enough to ease some of my guilt. I could only hope that Carl would be happy with the life that I had given him. I spent a lot of time doing the ?girly? things that Carly liked to do at first. Shopping, going to clubs, going to the spa, and so on. And while that kept Carly more than occupied, I knew that I couldn?t live the rest of my life like that. Perhaps the one good thing to come out of all of this is that since I was in the body of what amounted to a woman in her 20s, I was able to relive the last 15 years of my life. So I started going to school again, and while it took a lot of work to catch up to today?s standards, having over a decade of experience was enough to get me top grades in most of my classes. I don?t know if I could ever rebuild my life completely, but maybe I could graduate and do something with my life beyond being Carly?s caretaker. As I reflected on my life, I heard the doorbell ring. Carly was happy practicing her cooking in the kitchen since her new boyfriend liked home-cooked meals, so I decided to answer the door myself. I opened the door and was greeted with a shock when I saw Veronica standing on the other side of the threshold. She hugged me and started to cry, and in between sobs she blurted out, ?I remember... I remember everything.? I didn?t know how to respond. Why was she here? Had my programming failed? She kissed me and smiled at me before repeating again, ?I remember. Allen, I remember.? I felt awkward holding her with my feminine body, but that didn?t bother me anymore because all I could think about was how happy I was to see her again. I said the only thing that I could think of saying at the time ? ?Welcome home.? Fin. Chapter 4.5 ? Alternate Ending ? The long game. The door opened and I saw Thompson with two women on his arms, Carly on his left and Veronica on his right. Without a moment?s hesitation, I pressed the button on the programmer and waited for the device to put him in the programmable trance state. Nothing happened. I pressed it again and I didn?t see any reaction from him, even as Carly and Veronica both entered the trance state. He looked confused for a second and began to laugh once he noticed me and saw what I was doing. He let the two women go and quickly strode toward me. I continued to jab at the button, hoping for something to happen until he reached me and grabbed my hand. He was so much stronger than me that I couldn?t offer any resistance as he held me still and took the programmer from my hands. He pushed me down to the floor and quickly pointed the device at Davidson, putting him in a trance state as well. He ordered everyone to sit down on the couch in the living room before turning his attention back to me. I tried to slide away from him as he approached me, and I let out a shaky, ?Why??, before he grabbed me from the ground and flung me over his shoulder. I put up a futile effort and tried to resist him by pounding his back with my fists, but it had no effect on him as he simply ignored me and took me to the bedroom. He flung me onto the bed, and as I started kicking at him, he sternly said, ?Allen, calm down.? My body froze and completely relaxed when I heard those words. He smiled as he climbed on top of me and began to kiss my lips. ?You must be so confused,? he whispered at me between kisses. He tore off my dress and threw my legs back, exposing my ass... no... that?s not right... exposing my asspussy to him. I tried to say something at him, but the only thing that would come out of my mouth was a satisfied moan as I felt his enormous cock enter me. As he slowly fucked me, making sure I felt the full length of his cock inside me, he looked me in my eyes and rhetorically asked, ?Did you really think I would let myself be programmed by my own device?? His hands began to grope at my breasts... my tits as he continued to pound my asspussy. ?I felt that something was wrong after I asked you to forward that video to me. I?ll have to admit, you?re a very good actor Allen. You had me fooled at times. But it was the small things that made me realize that you weren?t Ally anymore. Everything from the way you brushed your hair to the way you sucked Steve?s cock. My suspicions were confirmed when Steve insisted on an early meeting to fuck Carly. I know he couldn?t care less about her, so I was sure that you wanted to get to me.? He stopped playing with my tits and pulled my hands down to my cock... my clitty. ?Rub your clitty for me, Allen,? he ordered and without any hesitation I began to rub my clitty with the palm of my right hand. He leaned down and gave me a deep kiss, ?Everything is going to be different now. I was tired my arrangement with Steve, and I have you to thank for bringing him to me.? I could feel him tensing up, so I clenched my asspussy in anticipation of receiving a cummy from him. He grunted and flooded me with his seed, before he said, ?Allen, you love me.? The words released me from any lingering thoughts of resistance as my mind completely relaxed and I felt the most wonderful sensation pulse through my body. Moments later, I came and my clitty hurriedly spurted out in response to his words. He collapsed on top of me, pulling himself out of me, and held me to him. I looked at him and said the only thing that I could say, ?I love you, master.? I pursed my lips and he kissed me in response, ?I know you do you little slut. Now you?re mine for good.? I looked up and smiled at the strong man who held me in his arms. What was I thinking before? Why is he calling me Allen? My name is Ally. I could feel my head start to ache as I tried to concentrate and figure out what was happening, but I simply let go and pushed those confusing thoughts away. I?m such a dumb bimbo! Mr. Thompson does all my thinking for me! He began to whisper some more to me, but I couldn?t make out the words. I just let wave after wave of calm happiness pass over me as he continued explaining things to me, before I stopped thinking completely. --- ?Wake up Allen.? I blinked as my eyes focused and saw my nemesis in front of me. I tried to get up from the chair that I was sitting on and attack him, but my body wouldn?t respond to any of my commands. I looked around me and saw what I would have guessed was a teenaged girl?s room with pink walls, posters of boys I didn?t recognize, and stuffed animals everywhere. I could see the vanity in front of me, and through the forest of lipsticks and eyelash extenders, I could see a young girl?s reflection. It took a minute for my mind to accept that I was looking at myself. I wasn?t the buxom blonde bimbo that I last remembered, but now a young flat-chested teenaged Asian girl. My eyes drifted down toward the desk calendar and I reacted in horror when I saw the date ? August 21st, 2050. Six years had passed since... since I was last aware of who I was. I watched as Mr. Thompson... no... Daddy... placed his head next to mine in the vanity mirror and, as if reading my mind, began to explain what had happened to me over the last six years. ?Allen, you?re probably slowly remembering Ally?s new life after I rescued you from your own silly plan all those years ago, but let me explain.? He moved over to my bed, covered in pink sheets of course, and motioned for me to join him, which I did without hesitation. I sat down on his lap and tried my best not to grind into him. His hands reached for my crotch and started fondling my cunt. My body responded by gyrating against his hands, but my mind reeled at the realization that whatever vestiges of manhood I had left was now gone. He continued to grope me as he began kissing my neck. I couldn?t help but let out a moan of pleasure and tried to encourage him to play with me more by leaning back into his chest. But instead of continuing to use me, he smiled and he pushed me forward to stand up. ?It?s time for me to show you your new life.? He stood up himself and took my head, leading me out of the room and into the hallway. We walked downstairs to the living room where I saw my wife... no, my Mommy, Veronica. She was happily sitting on the couch nursing a baby. ?This is your new baby brother. His name is Allen.? Veronica looked up and motioned for me to come closer, which I did with a little hesitation. I sat down next to her and looked down at the baby in front of me. My body was flooded with happy emotions, but in my mind I began screaming as I came to the realization that this was Daddy?s child. The fact that he had named the baby after me had to be some perverse joke that I couldn?t begin to understand. Mommy leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, ?Don?t worry Ally, you?re still mommy?s special little girl.? I slowly gained access to this new Ally?s memories and started to understand my place in the family. In Veronica?s mind, Thompson had adopted me from China and I became their daughter. Of course, I knew that he had changed me with the resequencer and implanted memories into her mind. Daddy smiled at us and then reached down to pull me up before turning to Mommy and saying, ?Honey, I?m going to take Ally for a little ride while you nurse the kids.? She smiled and waved at us as he led me out the front door and into what looked like a brand new car. He dialed in an address that I recognized ? the office that I used to work in before any of this had happened to me ? and told the car to begin the drive. He then unzipped his pants and pulled out his giant erect penis and said, ?Allen, here?s your lollipop.? As if by instinct, my head moved on its own and lowered itself to face his cock before devouring it with my willing mouth. He put his hands on my head to encourage a steady rhythm and let out a satisfied sigh. ?I wanted everything to be perfect before I bought you back again. I also wanted to be more careful than last time so you don?t try anything silly like trying to hurt your Daddy again.? All I could do was listen to him as I continued to slurp on his cock, trying my best to get him to release his creamy sperm into my mouth. ?I thought about what I could do to you after your little act of rebellion. Steve?s plan was so elaborate and complicated, so I decided to take a more hands on approach with how I used my invention. I thought about the many ways that I could humiliate you. Making you my secretary would have been nice, having you watch as I lived a life that you could only aspire to in your old life. But then I thought about the ultimate way to make you realize your place under me ? I?d make you my slutty little daughter.? He stroked my long black hair as I continued to suck him, ?I?ve always wanted an Asian slu