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In the Nether
Mist flowed around her. Swirling and shimmering from one color to the
next. It was becoming difficult to keep herself separate from the woman
Nalice was creating in that dreamlike state. If she could she would never
enter that dream again. Each time she was ejected from her role as
observer within her body she could feel herself becoming less than what
she was. She knew that she had not begun this path as a woman, but after
living these dreams she had forgotten what being a man felt like. She
remembered what she was before but with each plunge into Nalice's reality
it retreated further away. The memory of what she had been before was
fading and had become less than a story she had told herself. When that
had happened she could no longer say.
These moments when she had most of her mind undirected were the best and
the worst of times. She remembered being defiant. She still felt the hate
for the woman that had reduced her to this state coiling deep within her
being. But the fear of what had already been done to her overshadowed all
of that. She huddled in the center of the cage as much as she could, the
glowing manacles clanked softly as she drew her legs up to her breasts
and wrapped her thin arms around them. It was just enough space for the
moment. The three barred walls that had risen around her stood silent as
the mist floated between them. The boy, the young woman and the old woman
patiently lounged against them each with a hand extended through the
bars. The tips of their fingers bare inches from her flesh.
She shuddered each time those fingers stretched for her. The boy's touch
was bad enough as was that of the young woman, but the worst was the old
woman that Nalice had brought with her the last time she had come to
continue breaking Rolf. Each time those age gnarled fingers twitched in
her direction she would flee as far as she could even if it placed her in
the hands of one of the others.
The penis that Nalice had impaled her with after forming her vagina was
still lodged there and pulsed at irregular intervals. She had given up
trying to remove it. It faded into an insubstantial image when her
fingers touched it and once they moved away it felt as though Nalice were
using it to inflict one painful rape after another as punishment for
daring to reach for it. When she touched it, it punished her. When she
raged against Nalice it punished her more. When she resisted entering the
dream and tried to dodge the reaching hands it struck her with such pain
that she dropped to the floor within easy reach of one of her companions
hands.
But now she felt it occasionally moving to bring her pleasure when she
did things that pleased Nalice. Things like voluntarily entering her
dream state would leave her limp with pleasure. These were happening more
and more to her. She realized that the first time it had happened was
when she stopped thinking of herself as a man soon after her body started
changing to what it now was. Her jailers hands always withdrew from the
bars while she was rewarded and only returned after it had been finished.
The beating Nalice had inflicted on her had broken her even more. Each
blow had withered her limbs from the muscled, scarred flesh she had
possessed to what she became. Once the pain of the beating subsided and
the painful ache in her new vagina faded she had ventured to stand,
moving as close to the edge of the dream life as she dared.
When she stood she realized the extent of the changes inflicted on her.
Before she had towered over both the boy and the young woman. Now she was
little taller than the boy and had to look up to meet the eyes of both
the young and the old woman. A lifetime of muscle that had girded arms
and legs had faded into stick thin limbs. More than half of her weight is
seemed had been beaten off of her. She had stood that first time
diminished; a thin waif-like creature. The manacles binding wrist and
ankle had shrunk as well so her smaller hands and feet could not slip
free.
Nalice had left the open end of the cage with a surface as polished as
the finest mirror so she could see clearly a person who was little more
than a breast less woman in the reflection before her. She remembered how
the sight sickened her and the rage within briefly flickered just as the
old woman's hand closed around her ankle.
The changes began soon after that. When she escaped the reaching hands by
retreating into the dream she began to find herself more feminine in
appearance each time she returned. Changes that she did not notice came
first. Her hands became much more slender, then arms that had been stick-
thin began to flesh out from skin covered bone to firm delicate limbs.
Her shoulders had been broad but emaciated even after the beating that
robbed her of her physique. She had not noticed when they narrowed and
then rounded in soft feminine ways. Each visit to the dream life sped
these unnoticed changes. Her neck lengthened and her voice rose, her
Adam's apple fading as she dodged the striking hands. Her face shifted in
small ways; eyes becoming larger and more expressive, nose shrinking,
lips changing from flat and thin to a more sensual fullness. Even her
hair beginning to lengthen and spill past her shoulders passed unnoticed
as she spent more and more time in Nalice's dream.
It was the weight of her shifting breasts moving that finally awoke her
to these further changes. The mirrored surface had remained in place
throughout each consecutive change. Now when she looked she saw the face
and upper body of a young girl reflected back at her. Woman's nipples she
had not noticed changing topped her small firm breasts on a slightly too
large chest. Each change above them hammered her self-image all at once
splintered more of her idea of herself as a man. Legs, barrel chest and
narrow hips remained but of the image if the man she had been they were
only transient reminders.
Now when she was ejected from the dream she carefully studied each
change. She watched her chest slowly shrink to a smaller diameter. Her
waist smoothed and pinched in smaller than even her narrow hips. Her legs
became smooth and lithesome until finally she returned to see her hips
beginning to widen. Looking at herself in the mirrored surface and seeing
few remaining traces of the man that remained shattered her sense of
self. She stopped thinking of herself as a man in her despair at how much
she had changed. When she felt the penis within her begin to move, she
braced herself for the pain she expected and was completely unprepared
for the rush of pleasure that assaulted her. She had lain motionless,
consumed by her first banquet of a woman's pleasure and for the first
time since this ordeal began she was pleased.
"You are not a beautiful woman, but you are lovely," said Nalice.
Rolf raised her eyes to look at the woman standing above her. The mist
had parted silently to admit the sorceress and Rolf had no idea of how
long she had been standing there as she lay lost in the aftermath of her
pleasure.
Rolf strained to recoil from her as far as she could without bringing her
flesh within reach of her other tormenters.
"No threats this time?" she asked in a soft neutral tone. Rolf remained
silent watching her warily.
"Good," Nalice said responding to her silence. "Not having to waste time
with foolish bravado is easier for both of us."
She gestured and the chains drew taut. Rolf felt herself suspended again
as Nalice walked slowly toward her. Nalice reached out and began to trace
a fingernail down her face. Rolf felt it sliding down her neck and over
one breast moving slowly downward. Nalice's eyes were firmly locked on
hers as she felt it continue like a blunted knife tracing her skin. She
felt it hovering over her stretched vaginal lips. As Nalice's hand
approached Rolf felt the sensation of her former penis solidifying inside
her. She shuddered as Nalice grasped it, not knowing whether to expect
pain or pleasure.
She felt it being withdrawn. Slowly inch by inch until only the emptiness
of its withdrawal remained. Nalice held the rampant cock up to her face
so she could clearly see it. It was shiny with Rolf's vaginal fluid.
Nalice touched her on the nose with it lightly. "Who owns this?" she said
tapping Rolf on the nose again. Rolf mumbled that Nalice did.
"Of course it's mine," Nalice answered. "You gave it to me. But I will
give you another chance to get it back." Nalice held up her hand so that
Rolf could watch it burn away in the blue fire that ignited in her palm.
"All you have to do is recognize any change that comes after this moment
and I will reverse it. Recognize enough of them and I will restore you as
you were the moment you entered my home. For each change you find I will
reverse that one and one additional one that you choose. For each that
you fail to find I will add another change that you will accept as always
being part of you. All you have to do is see. Do you accept?"
Rolf looked at her and nodded even though she did not believe Nalice
would do this. Nalice gestured, turned and walked into the mist as the
chains slackened and returned her to the floor.
Rolf spent the next few hours sinking into the dream, dodging and being
caught by the grasping hands that reached for her through the bars and
trying to see what could have changed, but no matter how closely she
looked she could see nothing different in either the mirror or with a
close examination.
When Nalice stepped from the mist and asked if she had seen any changes,
Rolf could only shake her head no. Nalice pushed the mirrored surface
close to her face and told her to look at her eyes. When Rolf said that
they were still the same color they had always been Nalice laughed and
brushed her fingertip over the thick eyelashes that had not been there
before. Nalice gestured to her and walked away. Rolf slumped onto the
ground and tried to see what had been done but she still could not see
any difference. She wrapped her arms around her narrow ribs and pressed
her breasts tightly against her small chest.
Each time she came afterward the changes began to mount rapidly as Rolf
could not seem to catch them. A mole removed from her shoulder didn't
seem to do anything as she shifted her delicate feet. Her small shell-
like ears caught the scraping sound of one of her companions reaching for
her wide hips and she scurried away. The high girlish laughter she
tittered as she felt the fingers brush the empty place where she slipped
her narrow waist away from them.
When she was released from the dream the last time Nalice was waiting
there for her. She stood in the mist as it curled around her. Rena told
her once again that there was nothing that had changed and Nalice smiled.
Rena asked her why she was here. She knew there was a reason but she
couldn't remember what it was. Nalice's smile spread wider. "It's almost
time," she said. Rena asked her what it was time for and Nalice motioned
into the mist behind her. Rena watched as a black panther with fur like
oiled silk walked slowly toward them and lay at Nalice's feet. It
stretched its head up toward Nalice's hand and Rena felt the soft thunder
of its purr as Nalice began to stroke it steadily.
"Someone comes to threaten what I have built here," she said. "But you
can do something to stop them. It is a man who my father sent to steal
me. But you and my pet here can thwart him if you wish. Rena looked at
the great cat. Nalice stroked the panther again. She is yours if you will
help. She will be part of you when the time comes. Rena looked at the
pantheress feeling a deep desire to have the cat beside her fill her.
"Yes," Rena said, "I want to."
Nalice stood back and gestured with her free hand. Rena watched as the
fourth wall rose from the mist and joined the other three. As the bars
met she began to feel the cage began shrinking but she could not feel its
bars begin binding her. She looked up and made a soft feminine gasp as
Nalice began towering over her. Larger and larger she grew until her legs
stretched up to disappear into the mist above. Rena heard the thunder of
Nalice's voice echo from some vast height above. "I must speak with Rolf
now Rena." She faded to unconsciousness.
Rolf screamed in rage at the towering giantess the sorceress had become.
With the final bars in place the chains binding him had faded away. The
boy, the woman and the old woman stood silent just outside the bars. The
great black pantheress crouched silently on the other side of the fourth
barred wall.
Nalice leaned down from her great height and raised their tiny forms
until they were all just below eye level. She looked down on him. "You
are not pleased little man?" she said in a booming voice. Rolf cursed at
her and thrust one arm through the bars. "You have your man's body back
and still you have nothing to say to me but hateful words."
Rolf froze in the cell. He stared at his thickly muscled arm and then
down at his body. He was restored in all ways except for the empty hole
between his legs. He started to spit another curse at her when the cage
swayed slightly and he also felt the phantom shifting of Rena's breasts
moving on his chest and the light movement of her hair on the middle of
his back. "What have you done!" he roared at her. "What is this hell!" he
shouted at her massive face as he heard the two women and the boy draw
closer to the bars.
Nalice blew toward him. A hurricane wind that dispelled the mist from
around him. For the first time he could see clearly in all directions.
Far below his feet he could see the shadowy form of something holding him
high above the ground. It kept his tiny cage and companions nearly at eye
level with Nalice. The shape was almost unrecognizable to him until
Nalice reached out and touched it. Only when he felt her hands cupping
his large soft breasts did he recognize their shape thrusting out from
far beneath his feet, only when she dropped a hand far below to cup
Rena's mound and he felt her slip a finger into her vagina did he
recognized the sensation in his empty groin.
His legs grew numb and he collapsed in the cage, his mind gibbering in
horror as he recognized the massive outline of the shadowy form as the
body he had just been released from. Nalice guided Rena over to the stone
ledge of the tower he recognized from his scouting a lifetime ago. Nalice
waved again and the mist fell away nearly completely. He could see the
full length of the compound below them. More terrifying to him was he
could see all of the residents as well. All the female/beast creations
flying, slithering, padding and skittering across the open ground and in
and out of the buildings.
As he sharpened his eyes one of the flying beast women passed them in a
rush of wind and a rustle of feathers. For a moment he caught a glimpse
of another tiny man trapped in a shadowy cage within the creatures head.
He cast his eyes down to the gate below them. A dozen stone golems stood
silent in the shadows just out of sight on either side of the inner gate.
Deep within the soil and paving stones he could see the silent forms of
hundreds more waiting to be roused from the earth.
"Those ones were decent men," Nalice said quietly. "They were brave and
honorable. They treated others with respect and did not enjoy cruelty.
They were men who the world needs more of even if they came here as my
enemy." Nalice glared at the tiny man in the cage locked in the woman's
astral mind. "The others..." she said gesturing to the beast women. "The
others are like you." She said you in a way that dripped with hatred and
burned him like venom.
"You asked what is this hell?" she said still glaring at him. "It's your
hell. One you made for yourself all the years of your life. It's the only
hell that ever was real and giving it to you is one of my cherished
pleasures." She stepped behind him and drew her hands softly down Rena's
shoulders. Rolf could feel the ghost of that touch moving across his skin
and it made his flesh crawl.
"Rena is the woman you could have been if she had grown in your mother's
womb. She is the woman you will be confined in for all time. All that you
were will always be locked away here," she said thrusting a single finger
toward his cage. "This is all that you will ever be," he heard her voice
thunder. "Now you are the little man you always were. Safely locked away
forever. If I could have banished even this part of you I would have, but
it is enough that you will never leave your prison. When Rena dies she
will remain a woman in her next life and every life after that. Your
poisoned manhood will never see the real world ever again in this life or
any other."
Nalice pointed down to the edge of the wood where the barely moving
figure of a man stood in mid-step. "When he enters and takes Rena from
the cell she will join with my pet." The pantheress lifted its head
outside the cage and made a low coughing growl. "My gift to you is to
feel every sensation she has every moment until her last. And these ones
will remind you why you are here until her last day when you will become
nothing but a shadow." The two women and the boy crowded closer to the
bars and reached for him again. "This is the hell you crafted and I leave
you to it," she said as everything around Rolf faded to darkness.
Nalice guided Rena down the steps until they emerged into the bright
daylight and began walking toward the temple. She stretched her arms
luxuriantly above her head in the sunlight and gave a small sigh of
pleasure. As they entered the shadowy interior of the great open room and
walked toward the dais at the end of the room Nalice told her that there
was still time to change her mind since the man who was coming would not
be her for some time yet.
Rena dismissed the thought out of hand. She told Nalice that it would be
worth the risk to find out just what kind of man was venturing within
their walls. Nalice began moving her hands in gestures that Rena found
vaguely familiar and felt the blue fire shape her into the twin of
Nalice. She stepped into the chamber beneath the dais and made herself
comfortable until the man she was waiting for arrived.
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The master smiled in the nether. It had been many years since he had sent
Philamon from this compound before his last flesh had finally breathed no
more. Philamon really had been such a marginal, mediocre excuse for an
apprentice. Using him as a tether was almost not worth the effort until
he had met Lord Allerdyce's son. It pleased the master to mark the hyper
masculine son of this unimportant lord with a geas of lust and devotion
to Philamon. It amused him even more as he shifted the son into a
daughter that triggered the geas he had laid on Philamon to bring her
here.
With each increase in the level of power Nalice could handle the master
could feel her becoming more suitable for him. The army she was building
one by one would serve him well when she was fit to channel his full
power. He laughed to himself as he reflected on her. In many ways Nalice
and Philamon were perfect for each other. Both minor talents that would
never have risen above the level of street conjurors. Only her perfect
suitability for him to inhabit as a host for his consciousness and his
centuries of accumulated power made her even worth his time.
The final block to him taking full control would dissipate soon when she
stood over her father's broken lifeless body. Her triumph would be her
last independent thought as she was absorbed into his rebirth. It had
been a long time since he had been female and he was looking forward to
it. He turned back to watch her play her games and considered how he
would phrase the geas that would compel Lord Allerdyce to cross the
barrier himself rather than sending another. There was time of course.
There was always time
Epilogue: The Cage
The three walls in front of the specters were made of humming pulsing
blue bars. Standing behind each set of bars was a different tormenter
waiting their turn for him to come within reach. Over and over since that
witch had cast him into this prison. And then there was the wall. The
empty space waiting for him to turn and see as his body moved under
Rena's control. The searing cuffs binding him to the floor were gone now.
Each false memory the boy and the whore experienced washed over him,
weighing down and smothering him. The first wall had risen when he
watched her release that blue sphere the first day. The second had risen
next to it the day after with the rise of the second sphere. With the
second wall the misty form of the weakling thief had come, then the whore
and now the old woman. They silently reached for him drowning him again
and again in their existence. The only way they would cease reaching was
for him was when Rena passed sensations of any kind on to him.
Rolf lunged through the bars again. The face of the boy disappeared into
a swirling mist and reformed just out of reach. The blue fire of the bars
seared his fingers and sent intense pain down his arm. The face of the
whore and the old woman also stood just out of reach. Each of them would
come forward in turn and touch him through the bars. When their hands did
he was again flooded with their memories. The sensation of seeing himself
through their eyes brought him to his knees in shock and self-loathing.
He remembered the weak boy he had tormented until he could no longer bear
it and allowed himself to fall into the mill pond where the great wheel
had broken his weak limbs. The thrill of bending him to his will
physically as he raped him and then bending the others to his will as
they followed was the first time he had felt the power of being strong.
Now each time the boy touched his flesh he lived that lie of a thieves
life and the truth of the boy's torment over and over until the vision
broke like a fever and he tried in vain to reach through the bars and
crush the boy's throat.
He remembered the whore as well. The first time he had taken her while
the other men in the tavern held her down had stood out in his mind for
years. She had been the daughter of a minor merchant that was not worth
the trouble of ransoming. Breaking her publicly had been a slow exercise
to see just how far he could drive her. The encouragement the others gave
spurred him to new twists of invention in mixing pain and pleasure. The
months spent devising new demonstrations until she trembled at the sound
of his footstep and blankly serviced any request from others with empty
dead eyes. He remembered kicking her limp body into a pulp when he found
her dead from drinking nightshade just before he was to drag her into the
main room for his next show. Even crushing her lifeless skull into a
bloody paste on the rough wooden floor didn't end his fury. He kept
kicking and smashing her body until only shapeless ruin remained. Of all
of the phantoms plaguing him he hated her the most. The touch of her
slender fingers burned him every time. She always reached for him when he
wasn't looking, when he was focused on the others. And she reached for
him constantly. He had spent more time trapped in her world than any of
the others.
The old woman stood out between the two. She had been the last one and
her face stood clearer in memory by being most recent. When she came
close and touched him he was locked in her mind. The old woman he had run
down with his horse when he left Lord Allerdyce's lands. The old woman
stooped and crushed under the brushwood she was carrying; the woman who
did not move out of his way fast enough. Each time he felt her touch him
he was in the road. Trembling arthritic joints making her hobble unable
to move quickly enough from the path of the oncoming horse. She felt the
crunch of her brittle bones as the horse ploughed over her. She heard the
riders curse's as he spun the horse around and ordered it to rear and
trample her again. She felt the rider's spittle mix with the blood on her
face and the hoof beats receding with the pains that wracked her until
darkness took her. Of the three she was the one he feared. Trapped, weak,
helpless and crushed for it over and over.
Only when he was immersed in her life would they keep away; when he was
submerged and drowning helplessly in that weak, subservient creature's
world. Only when he was watching the beast he would become crouched there
barely moving; the beast that was patiently waiting its turn. Soon he
would stand helpless in this cage in Rena's mind as Nalice used his penis
to merge the beast and Rena into one. He felt deep fear at that thought.
Once Nalice fucked her Rolf would feel the penis lodged forever in the
raw gash his groin had become. He turned away from the wall more and more
and the others stretched out their hands and they lived in him again, but
what left him trembling in his greatest taste of fear was the sight of
the armored man walking toward his cage. Each foot slowly rising and
falling like a glacier.
Author's note:
This was supposed to be a much shorter story that I knocked out in a week
or two. I offer a deep apology for how long it has taken to complete this
and I can honestly say that I don't think that I will be attempting
another serial story for a very long time. As for this story I've had the
basic idea for some time and have already written another version that
spun off of the same idea in an entirely different form as this one did.
This time as I plotted it though it, like the other took off in a much
different albeit darker direction; one that I hope meets with some degree
of approval. Maybe one of these days I will actually just write down the
idea that spawned both of these versions. For those who are interested
Rena is a Latin name for reborn.
Libbie
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