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Regimental Slut by Tegeli CHAPTER 1 The sprinkler in the ceiling of my tiny cell came to life. My legs wobbled as I pushed myself against the wall, so I could stand. Even though my empty stomach ached, I forced myself to gulp down the water pouring on my face. After the three days in the cell, the floor didn't have anything to clean into the sinkhole. Instead, I washed my naked body as well as I could, before the flow of the water ceased. I collapsed on the the wet metal of the floor. The cell wasn't large enough to sit comfortably, let alone to lay down. Shivers coursed through my limbs and spine. I hugged my legs and waited the water on my skin to dry. It had been inevitable that my luck would eventually run out. Yet I had assumed I could do that one last job, which would have set me up for a career chance, or even a very early retirement. But smuggling a group of inexperienced migrants had turned out to a lot more complicated than doing the same inanimate merchandise. I should have known that anyone, who wanted to leave the Union of Human Polities, would be deranged. The Union was by no means perfect, but the United Economic Zone --usually called the Tincan Tyranny--, was obviously so much worse. The Tincanners themselves even admitted that the Zone lacked a government beyond regulative artificial intelligences. In such an inhuman anarchy, the claims of utopian lifestyle were mere propaganda. My contacts in the Zone had use for military hardware, even if they didn't accept any currency, so life wasn't entirely free in the Zone. It wasn't far-fetched that the artificial overlords would keep their pets in line with drugs and nerve stapling. Those rumours didn't stop misguided hopefuls from trying to cross the border: a grave offence against humanity according to Union law. My only solace was that my customers had also been captured. Maybe they'd regret rebelling against my instructions on every turn. Sleeping in the mud was indeed awful, but that swamp had been the only place, where the automated border security wouldn't have searched for us. The ensuing row had alerted the troops of the local two-bit warlord. Any hopes of cushy stint in a proper incarceration facility had been crushed, when me and my customers had been herded to a compound hidden between forested hills. The slander from one of my less-than-clever customers, that I had been the cause of our capture, still stung. Tiny hatch on the door opened. "Will you sign?" "Sign what?" I croaked. Most likely it would be an indentured labour contract. Slavery hidden in legal jargon. But I wasn't going to escape by starving in a metal closet. "If it gets me out of here, then yes." "Good." The door opened to reveal a heavily built man. He was wearing combat fatigues with the adjustable camouflage set on dark grey. The shoulders and chest had those wacky insignias favoured by criminal groups pretending to be paramilitary. The main one on this man had a purple water lily, which was used by the armed branch of the postdem syndicate, known as the 'Tugists' based on their elusive founder. They were notorious human traffickers themselves, though they didn't advertise happy endings to their chattel. But most importantly, I had delivered Zone 'innovations' to their enemies, namely to the neotribalists of the FFNJC. That wasn't going to grant me any favours. Even before being starved near to death, I wouldn't have been able to take the brute in front of me in a brawl. A smuggler like me benefited from an unassuming frame. Mine was slight enough that I could easily disguise myself as a teenager or even a young plain woman, if needed. I made a good attempt at standing up, but my limbs were beyond weak. When I staggered, the man grabbed my arm and helped me up, almost gently. Immediately I found out that compliance had its benefits. The man let me lean on him, as he guided me through the narrow hallways. The bunker was ancient, with rusted metal pipes poking from the walls of unhealthy cement ready to disintegrate. We ended up in an office of sorts. The furniture was utilitarian and parse, and all of the equipment was easily portable. This was a temporary operation. My captors were under less legality than I had assumed. That could be good for me, if they were about to get busted by authorities, but really bad otherwise. The officer behind the desk was on the short side, but still taller than me. Still, he had a gaze filled with amused confidence. He nodded at my guard, who saluted and left the room. The officer motioned me to sit, which prevented me from collapsing into a heap on the floor. "I'm overcommander Svar. According to our database, you must be the 'Pipsqueak Rik,' a small-scale gun runner with rather... ill-advised allegiances." I cringed at the nickname. It wasn't something I would have picked for myself. When its use had spread, I had been forced to lean to it for branding purposes. "That's me." I made my best attempt sound confident. "Look, overcommander Svar, I've never had any fidelity in my life. Healthy avarice has always been my guide in business. Now I'm up to re- employment. In the interest of mutual gain, I'll work for food and board for two months." Svar chuckled. "You will work for free, but not as a poor excuse for a human trafficker. We do have our own expertise on that already." My chest turned too heavy to breath comfortably. I was going to be enslaved, even if nobody had any need for most types of menial labour. There were only three fates for slaves: medical experimentation, decoration and 'bodily services.' The last two had the distant hope of escaping more or less intact. No matter how distasteful, I had to maximise my chances of being chosen to either of them. "Alright. I'll sign the contract." "Good. I left processing you as the last one, because I did assume you'd see the reality of the situation. Your companions were a lot of less understanding, and required plenty of... convincing." I let him take my biometrics to sign away my liberty and bodily integrity 'out of my own free will.' Such a contract wouldn't hold even in the most corrupted court in the Union, but the law wasn't going to come to my aid. It was perfectly true that I had gotten myself into my predicament. Crooks didn't have rights. As another reward for compliance, I was allowed rest in a significantly roomier cell, one with a proper bunk. The room had a proper shower, in which I scrubbed myself clean. An automated unit brought a meal of watery porridge, which was fine, as I couldn't have eaten anything solid in my starved state. However, nobody brought me any clothes, before a guard appeared to take me away. Overcommander Svar was waiting next to a closed metal door. With a mocking gesture of politeness, Svar showed me inside. Muffled moans filled the space. The hall was lined with seats of straps and complicated machinery. They resembled the images of virtual reality pods I had seen, but were clearly cobbled up from repurposed equipment. Most of the seats were occupied, presumably by my customers, though the enclosing helmets and the alloy covering most of their bodies made identification impossible. "What is this?" I asked. Svar smirked. "VR training, though our pods aren't proper full-sensory ones, like they have in the Zone. We don't want to use anything that illegal." My cursory glance couldn't notice any older women or men. In spite of my attempt to harder myself, a small sting of pity forced itself on me. But perhaps the unsuitable for 'bodily services' were the fortunate ones, even if Svar's group was unlikely to let them go. "If you have digital coercion available, why keep me in a closet for days?" I asked. "You could have coaxed anyone into signing anything with this VR brainwashing." "It's less criminal this way around, which widens the available market. Also, we don't want to be too blunt with our methods. Any lingering hope of resisting has adverse effects on the mental state of the trainees. Detachment, chronic hysteria, catatonia, that sort of thing. We don't want to break the minds of our merchandise, but to remould it." Svar glanced at me. "And besides, you were locked up only for half a day." I didn't give into Svar's attempts to manipulate me, and dismissed the claim without note. A pair of technicians in surprisingly professional medical attire strapped me into a seat. I didn't fight back, as the looming presence of Svar made clear that any resistance would end up in my regret. The back of my neck prickled, which led to the numbing of my body. I was barely aware of anything below my jaw, but I could still sense the harness enclosing my lower half. I tried to move my legs, arms or even fingers, but nothing responded. The mask in front of my lower face forced a tube into my mouth. I gagged, despite trying not to resist. More tingling around my skull, and I couldn't feel the mask or taste the tube any more. Screens in front my eyes flickered open. I blinked my eyes, as I found myself standing in a warmly lit room. My body, reclining on a seat, was still distant reality, though after a moment of vertigo that sensation was gone. Only by straining my eyes to the side, I could see that I was merely staring at an illusion. My hand moved as I willed. It was dainty, hairless and with long fingernails. I gasped and looked down into pert handfuls of breast. Between and below them was a diminished penis unprotected by pubic hair. I looked around the room. Beyond the strange faint glow, all was like in the reality moments ago. The windowless room had some furniture, including a wide bed. I walked to the tall mirror. The nude person in the reflection looked distantly like myself, but was obviously a girl, even with her tiny pecker. She was young, which was emphasised by her silly pigtails, and quite short, but evidently fully grown based on her svelte yet curvy form. My guts wrenched. I'd be trained to be the girl in the reflection. Afterwards medical operations would turn my real body to something approximate to that cute enticing creature. Yet, I myself had determined this fate preferable to starving. A half-mad giggle escaped my lips. The sound was pleasingly girly enough to force a grin out of me. A girl like that could be quite popular working in 'bodily services.' My little wand quivered. It grew to its full if small size, but didn't become hard. Apparently I wouldn't need to use my member for its biological purpose. I'd have another purpose. My body warmed, and my breath became ragged. The VR program was manipulating my physical responses. That had to be it. The real me wouldn't be excited by the prospect of becoming a sex slave. Electronic signals were poking my brainwaves, and the machine must have injected me with regulative drugs. Svar had claimed they wouldn't directly alter their subject's responses, but that lie was a layer in the manipulation. Nevertheless, resistance would only prolong the training. VR brainwash couldn't truly reprogram a human mind, as far as I knew. At best it could uncover suppressed parts of it, or reinforce certain simple behaviours with cycles of reward-punishment. Nevertheless, though a mind could bend, it would eventually break. Going along with the training was my best bet to escape with my mental health intact. I widened my smile and spun around on one foot to take a look on my posterior in the mirror. That butt was perfectly squeezable, if a bit large for my slimness. A weird ache clutched my chest. A girl with these looks could have a pleasant life, if she played her cards right. She wouldn't have to feel self-conscious about her stature or the frailty of her build or the lacking qualities of her genitals. What had been awkward on me, was endearing on her. I squeezed my virtual fist together. Jealousy towards a simulated girl was close to the pinnacle of futility. If I had wanted to look like a girl, I could have. While I hadn't been rich, vanity treatments weren't forbiddingly expensive. And only my frugality and sensible business method had stopped me from getting growth stimulants to enhance my physical masculinity. The VR was messing with my composure. Pulling hidden nerve strings to make me think I myself wanted to be, what it wanted me to be. I had to hide the girl's body. Because the closet or cabinets didn't offer anything modest, I had to make do with feminine panties, a skirt barely covering my groin and a top, which didn't reach to my navel. I debated with myself about hiding my hairless legs with socks. On the other hand, none of them reached even the skirt. But on the other hand, the striped ones did compliment my attire, so I put them on. A glance in the mirror brought out a pleasantly warm wave inside me. I cursed under my breath; the program was rewarding the pleasure centre of my brain for dressing up. I had to admit that it was nice to be clothed, even if the outfit was frankly ridiculous. At least my penis, despite its agitation, was too soft to make an embarrassing tent for itself. The same odd ache squeezed my lungs again. I couldn't pretend, that life as this girl would have been unbearable. Obviously I didn't want to be a slave, but perhaps I could escape. In that event, the physical changes wouldn't be too horrible. Someone might even buy my freedom. A lot of affluent people enjoyed feeling good about themselves. A well-behaving and cute girl deserved a good owner. Would I really mind being someone's cherished treasure? A pretty gasp escaped my plump lips. Those thoughts couldn't have been mine. The program was more sophisticated than I had thought possible. Evidently I had been mistaken to think human thought patterns were too complicated to be injected into a brain. But how could a ragged bunch of forest gangster have acquired technology like that? "Sorry for the wait," a human voice said from an invisible loudspeaker. "Your brainwaves flared, after the introduction room initialised, so we had to make sure you weren't experiencing overstimulation from an interface error. We administered a dose of mild sedatives to keep your anxiety down. Starting the training sequence." A floating flat box with text appeared into my view. 'Look at yourself in the mirror.' There was nothing new in my reflection. The text changed: 'Dress up. Good girls like to look great.' My clothes hadn't disappeared, so I stared at the text until it faded away. A part of the wall opened to reveal a closet. The text reappeared: 'Use the styling unit to apply makeup.' I swallowed, before stepping into the tight space reminiscent of my recent confinement. The styling unit's interface guided me through the selection. My clothes were risqu?, but the style was overall cute, so I selected a subdued makeup style. Instead of applying the face paint like a real unit, it merely pinged and showed a digital reflection of my made-up face. I walked back to the room, where the new text was already hovering in front of the mirror. 'Look at yourself in the mirror. Good girls like to look great.' This new program wasn't particularly coercive compared to the direct mind alteration from earlier. I obeyed the text and looked into mirror. Save for the subdued makeup, nothing had changed. The simulation didn't even reward me beyond a cheerful ping. 'Good girls like pretty shoes,' the text told. A lower drawer opened. 'Put on pretty shoes.' All of them had heels. I picked the ones, which matched my socks, even if their heels weren't the shortest. I took few surprisingly steady steps around the room, before the text told me to do exactly that. I turned my eyes towards a shuffling sound. A hole had opened in the wall. As I had expected, a cock poked out of it. The phallus wasn't particularly massive, even considering the thickness of the wall. The foreskin was retracted halfway, revealing a moist meaty glands. The program would have me suck the simulated member. I let out a sigh, and knelt in front of the hole. A flash of colourful light blinded me. I scurried backwards. The floating text had appeared right in front of my eyes. 'Look here. Good girls like cocks.' I tried to peer around the cock into the hole, in order to see, if anything beyond the wall was rendered. Nothing could be seen there. I ignored the text and wrapped my hand around the cock. It was warm, hot even. The girth suited my dainty hand perfectly. Under my squeeze, the pulse in the veins was slow but strong. Even if I knew the cock was a disembodied simulation, I couldn't help but wonder about what sort of man the member would belong to. He would have to be confident, because he hadn't taken any treatments to grow his dick beyond slightly above natural average. Considering the height, he'd be tall; he wouldn't have to be bulky to be strong. That he'd put his dick into holes in the wall wasn't to his credit, but perhaps he had seen a picture of me. A warmth flared through me. Behind it came clarity, which replaced my short excitement with shame. The program was making me think about myself as a visual object to the pleasure of men. I frowned and jerked the virtual penis. The text was telling me something, but I was too fed up to read. The soft skin of the dick moved on top of rock-hard tissue. Slime build up at the head, until a drop slid off and fell. My gaze followed the droplet of natural lubrication down to the floor, where it disappeared beyond rendering. The program would likely make the dick and its excretions taste good. My stomach turned with hunger. In the last days I had only eaten that one bowl of porridge. Perhaps they'd fill my physical stomach with some nutritious gruel, if I swallowed anything in the VR simulation. I bit my lip. Sucking cock should be forced out of me. But they'd have me to do it eventually. If I did it out of my own will, perhaps I'd be rewarded. After swallowing the lump in my throat, I opened my mouth and leaned towards the cock. I closed my eyes and pushed my tongue out to touch the head of the penis. The slime had a slightly pungent taste. Nothing unpleasant. It would be easy to get used to that taste. I leaned forward to take the whole head into my mouth. I clutched the dick harder and sucked. If the cock had belonged to a real man, I would have got direct feedback on my performance. Yet, despite my inexperience, the virtual penis soon throbbed. The cock disappeared into tingling mist in my mouth. "Error: male orgasm subroutine not loaded." I opened my eyes to stare at an empty hole in front of me. Frown spread on my face. I had sucked a cock, and wouldn't even get to taste the results. "What the..?" said the human voice from earlier. "What is going on there? Damn... Seems you skipped seven steps in the training program. Must be more errors with the initialisation. I'm taking you out." Intense dissatisfaction filled me, as touch returned to my physical body. The helmet slid of my face, and I was again in the dull pod room. A technician in medical garb was looking at me. Her eyes had a worried expression. I frowned as my pod opened to reveal my shapeless body with its wispy but abundant black hair. In the unsightly jungle of pubic hair was my erect penis. It took the pod several seconds to unleash my arm, so I could cover my shame. "Why did you take me out?" I asked before thinking. "Just to be on the safe side," the medical technician said. "Your brainwaves were constantly nearing the expected limits, while the training program spewed errors from uncompleted event flags. You seem to be alright, but we'll have to do diagnostics, before sending you back." I should have been relieved. But if I was unfit for VR training, they might off me like they did their older captives. "Please, put me back," I pleaded. "I'll follow the instructions like a..." I almost said it. 'Like a good girl.' They brought me back to the more roomy cell and gave me a dull jumpsuit. I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. This had to be part of the training. They pretended their machines were not nearly as advanced as they truly were, so they could insert all these foreign thoughts into my mind without me knowing. Yet I was onto them. If I acknowledged that those thoughts weren't mine, but abided by them, I'd emerge from the training without losing my personality. Like a target practice drone, I'd slip from their net. I woke to the door opening. Overcommander Svar walked in with the female technician. A guard stayed in the hallway. The frown on Svar's face made me snap wide awake. I clambered to sit at the edge of my bed. I had undressed for sleep, so I kept the blanket on my lap. "You are slippery, Pipsqueak," Svar said. "Yesterday, you did... something to circumvent our VR. The video recording wasn't on due to the additional bandwidth requirement, so we have no idea, what exactly happened. Care to tell us, before we ask less nicely?" A shudder went through me. "I didn't do anything wrong!" "There wasn't any sign of outside tampering, sir," the technician said. "He has visited the Zone," Svar said. "He might have got some AGI-made neural constructs or obfuscated wetware installed." "Well, that's unlik--" The technician's protest was cut off by the overcommander's raised hand. My hands shivered as I pressed them on my face. They were going to kill me. "N-no... Please, don't hurt me. I'll be a good girl." "What did you say?" Svar asked. I looked over my hands. The technician had a worried frown, while Svar seemed puzzled. I whimpered, "I'll be a good... girl." "Sir, I don't think he... she did any tampering voluntarily." "Something in the program must have fried the guy's brain," the guard opined. "You might be right." The overcommander turned to the technician. "Out. I'll ascertain Pipsqueak's condition personally." The technician nodded, and the guard closed to door after her. "Get on your knees," Svar barked. While I obeyed, I got a sight of my unpleasant body, with its hair and lack of curves. I closed my eyes. If I had been as cute as in the simulation, no man would have murdered me and dumped my corpse in the untracked woods. Tears filled my eyes. A belt unclasped: Svar fumbled with his trousers. I lifted my eyes to stare into his slowly filling penis. It was larger than in the simulation, and less sleek but more real. I opened my mouth and leaned forward. The smack into the side my head sent me sprawling on the floor. The pain radiating through half of my face made me sob. Through watery eyes I looked at the man looming over me. "Look at yourself, Pipsqueak," Svar growled. "Even if I was partial to men, you wouldn't be particularly enticing." My chest ached. He wouldn't have punched a cute girl eager to suck his cock. A smirk spread on Svar's face, as he put his cock back into his trousers. "I don't think the simulation fried your brain. It merely released your inner self. You'd like to be a pretty morsel of a girl, wouldn't you?" I gulped. Only one answer could save my skin. "Yes..." "You would suck cock until your jaw hurt, and then present your rear for the thorough perusal of any eager man, wouldn't you?" I clambered back to my knees. My skin crawled, and the heart in my chest thumped with a frantic beat. The stirring in my groin made my mouth twist. A part of my mind must have interpreted the fear as carnal excitement. Shame forced my gaze down, and I whispered, "Y-yes." "Good. Now, consider what sort of operation we are running here. We got a group of trained soldiers stuck in the woods. Hiding from the big guys in the polity militaries. Getting shot at from time to time. A lot of stress. On the other hand, our merchandise is rather alluring. You might be able to imagine, if you stretch your girly little brain, that even to a disciplined man being denied access to women perfectly in his reach will eventually turn unbearable. "I don't want them to lash out with violence, so we have girls servicing our lads. Because of your earlier dealings and wimpy build, you'll make a great outlet for their pressures, one way or another." Svar smirked. "So, do you want to be a regiment whore, or do you perhaps want to be something else?" The mockingly cruel way Svar said the question made the choice obvious. "I... the first one." "Say it clearly. What do you want?" I breathed slowly in and out. "I'd prefer to be your... regiment whore." "Very good. Take a shower and put on your clothes. I'll be waiting in the hallway, so be quick about it." I stumbled up and did as I was commanded. "Follow me," Svar said, when I got out of my room. "I spoke with specialist Maril, that medtech from earlier, about your situation. She's already preparing to fix you." I hurried after his rapid strides. "Fi-fix me?" "Call me 'sir.' You are a part of the syndicate army now, if only in assisting capacity." Getting drafted was a constant risk of operating in the unpoliced areas, but this wasn't how I had expected it to happen. "Sir, what do you mean fixing?" "You obviously aren't physically fit for your current assignment. Specialist Maril will explain the rest." We arrived in the room designated as 'Surgery.' I shuddered from the sight of the cobbled-up monstrosity that must have been their autodoc unit. "Sir." Maril nodded. "Is it ready?" "Soon enough." Her smile was much too excited. "Alright. I'll leave Riki to your care." Svar left me alone with Maril, but the security camera aimed its electrolaser at me to make sure I'd cause no trouble. "Do undress." Maril grinned. "Don't be shy now. I've seen you naked already, even if there wasn't much to see." Her words were the opposite of encouraging. The medical technician gave my naked body a quick glance. Her smile turned warm. "I think you'll end up liking your new body more than this one. Sit in the autodoc, please." I did so, and the autodoc wrapped its restrains around my ankles and wrists. The machine whirred into life from Maril's tapping of the controls. She said, "Your subconscious desire to be a girl does explain the strange readings in the VR unit." I didn't deign to refute her assertion. Maril pouted. "You seem worried. Don't be. These machines might seem rough, but they are tincan technology. Mostly. You should be glad for the chance. Do you have any requests for the procedures, Riki?" I winced. "No." "Alright. First we'll do basic maintenance. Inner and outer hygiene upgrades, including permanent depilation and adjustment to the sweat glands. That sort of thing. Then we'll do some surgical touch ups, but nothing major." She patted my shoulder. "The main part of your treatment was developed in the Zone as a rejuvenation therapy. Putting the complex procedure succinctly, it will make your cells reform as repaired versions of themselves. Of course, on someone as young as you, it wouldn't do much in itself. But we'll guide the new tissue formation by altering your hormone balance with an implant. With a few tweaks through manufactured biotics, your glands will maintain your new body chemistry permanently." Her smile turned into a grin, "The levels will be fine-tuned to resemble those of a budding woman going through puberty. While I can't say I enjoyed that part of my life, I bet a girl like you will love being horny and a bit confused. We'll fix the mistake nature did on your part." I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Fortunately the sedatives kicked me unconscious, before I could began sobbing in earnest. Strong shivers woke me, despite the heat. My tender skin was covered with sweat under the blanket. The rumbling of my churning stomach was frighteningly loud. Every part of me ached, but I forced my eyes open to look around. The sight of the recovery room reminded me of what had happened. For a moment I stared at my depilated arm, before I pulled the blanket off me. My body was still mostly the same, but the skin was daintily hairless. My waist was a bit tighter, and the soreness of my face told about cosmetic alterations there. At least I hadn't been 'fixed' cutting off parts of my genitals. In spite of the small relief, a moan of desperation escaped my aching throat. The sound was oddly feminine. I forced out a few sentences to test my new girly voice. Panic welled in me, but I managed to reason myself back into uneasy stability. All these surgeries would be reversible, even if it would be expensive. My main objective had to be getting out alive. I had to do my best to ignore any physical alterations. I tried to sit up. But my veins were filled with hot mercury, and even the small exertion hurt my lungs. Gasping in hoarse breaths, I lay back down. A wallscreen flashed into life, with Maril's masked face. "Hi. You are awake. I don't have time at the moment to do any check-up on you, so lay down and rest. If you are in too much pain, the hypospray on the table has a sedative. Don't worry about dosing, the hypospray will do that for you." Through the water gathering in my eyes, I looked for and grabbed the hypospray. Immediately, as I stabbed my thigh with the injector, a numb relief spread through my body. A few minutes later I was able to climb out of the bed and stagger into the bathroom. I collapsed to my knees and vomited copious amounts of acrid clear liquid into the old fashioned toilet. I stood up to rinse my mouth in the sink, and took a look at myself. Even if my face was a bloated mess, the surgeries had been minimal. As I stood upright, the swelling of my chest was apparent. Presumably due to additional treatments to encourage mammary growth. Without the protective layer of hair, my body was intolerably unmasculine. The ever so slight tightening of my waist made my otherwise narrow hips seem womanly. Despite having pretended that I had muscle on my arms, I was now forced to admit their dainty thinness. Similarly, bare and naked, my legs were more delicate than merely scrawny. With a grimace twisting my face, I lifted my eyes from the small peg sticking out of my smooth groin and went back to my bed. Bouts of intense fever and cramps kept me bedridden for a week. At moments I wished only for swift death, but fortunately I was too weak to get up and harm myself. I was fed only restrained portions of tasteless goop, but I lost weight even beyond the malnutrition. As I had little mass to lose, I ended up noticeably thin. Though most of my adipose tissue was gone, my chest swelled and butt grew to compliment my widening hips. After two weeks in the recovery my breasts had swollen into pointy teats with wide areola. The large nipples were constantly hard. My hair grew several inches, but instead of my usual dark mousy brown, the new growth had a reddish tinge to it. Maril hadn't exaggerated the effects of the hormones. Waves of confused arousal coursed through my brain, and the lightest horny thought filled my penis to its full but small length. I gave in and went to the bathroom and masturbated, while looking at myself in the mirror. My body was almost entirely feminine beyond my dick. Save for little boyish traces, which showed that I was still just a humiliated man. I closed my eyes, but instead of conjuring images of women at my pleasure, my thoughts veered into more plausible futures for me. A wanton moan escaped my now plump lips. Big strong men would use my body for their pleasure, but --just to humiliate me further-- they'd make sure I enjoyed it too. Soon, my wand pulsed with strong climax. The cloud over my mind faded, and the clarity brought with it an intense shame. I did my best to push aside the mental image and washed myself. I returned to the recovery to find Maril grinning at me. "Did you have nice wank?" she asked. "Oh, didn't we mention the wetware sensors we put on your hands and genitals? The overcommander had a plan for that." She walked to me. "Hold still." I let her put a choker around my neck. It was tight enough constrict, when I swallowed. "Alright." Maril smirked. "Touch your penis." Presumably the choker would shock me, if I disobeyed. My fingers touched my prick. I gurgled, as the choker tightened. When I removed my hand from my groin, I could breath again. "It works. The overcommander wanted to stop you from pleasuring yourself, but he wanted to keep your 'arousal gauge' evident, so no castrations or cages. Don't worry about cleaning your tool. The choker is designed to give a little leeway inside hygiene units." Maril chuckled. "And if you are into erotic asphyxiation, you might be able to get off before passing out. Worry not: it won't strangle you to death." Even though the choker wasn't tight, I could barely breathe. I wouldn't be able to hide anything. Soon they would notice the side of me, which conjured up the sordid fancies of giving in. Maril dropped a parcel on the bed. "Put these on." Gulping, I opened the packet. Inside were thigh-highs with lacy garters, a corset and a skirt too short to look the part. Under them were sharp heeled shoes. The woman merely smiled at me, when I glanced at her askance. In the end, any clothes were better than nudity, so I put my new attire on. At least the skirt hid my groin, but even the lightest breeze would have pushed it up my protruding butt. The stockings were nicely smooth, and their warmth made me realise how cold I had been. The corset was little more than awkward tube around my torso. I couldn't figure out the lacing. "It's automatic. Press here," Maril said. I yelped, as the corset tightened itself. The garment didn't stop until I was crushed inside its grip. It did hide my chest, even if it pushed the soft flesh up, so I wouldn't complain. Even the high heels weren't too difficult to balance on. Despite the gaudy sexuality, being clothed brought back a sliver of confidence. I needed to assert myself, and in spite of her glee, Maril wasn't threatening. "Doesn't a medical professional have better things to do than delivering clothes?" I said. Her smile pursed. "Would you prefer some of the boys here to do it?" I stared at her, mouth open, without any answer. "Don't worry. They'll get their piece of you soon enough." She gestured me to follow. "Come, let's bring you to your new home." I wobbled after her. The shoes were little less than stilts and much harder to walk in than in the simulation. On the hallway, even a glimpse of the soldiers startled me. A few of them leered, but most were too preoccupied to stop to look at us. A rangy man with the pins of a political officer placed an arm on the wall to halt Maril. He didn't even glance towards me, but smiled at the medical technician. "Hi." The officer's smirk was slippery. "I got two days off-duty, and I'm going to make a break for it from this wet hole. Care to join me?" "I myself remain on duty, Commandant Undin." The man gave me a quick look. "Escorting a hussy? Was she pounded too hard to find her own way?" "Riki's a new one." Undin's eyes lingered on me. "Why can't Svar get us some proper women? Girls like you, for example." "There's plenty of variety to choose from." "Yeah, but they are all used-up skanks by now. Broken and indifferent." Undin grinned. "Why do you think I'm trying to woo you?" "Because deep in your heart you do care about what's inside." Maril pushed the man's arm away. "Now, move along. And enjoy your days off for me." I hurried after Maril, but Undin grabbed me by the throat. His other hand groped my crotch as I whimpered in his grasp. My member filled to meet his touch, and my face burned. "Damn. Another of... these." Undin bore his pale eyes into mine. "Hey... 'Riki.'.. I know you." He laughed. "I didn't think the nickname was this literal." He let go off me and slapped my butt. "Unlike the victims of your merchandise, you are fortunate that it's not bullets piercing you. I'll make sure to have go with you, Riki." I skittered away from the man and tripped in my hurry. Maril caught me and helped me back on my heels, but I had hurt myself. My ankle ached too much to put all my weight on, so she had to support me the rest of the way. My new room was small and had only a cramped antique bathroom. The alcove suitable for a proper hygiene unit was taking by a closet-sized styling machine with a lavish clothes fabricator. With the overt decor, the room appeared barely like a cell. The furniture was of white-painted wood and brass. The fabrics were lush and frilly. Lavender, rose and shades of pastel pink dominated the colours. The gaudy display filled me with vague unease. This was not a mere holding pen for sex slaves. I had to admit that living there might not be entirely uncomfortable. I certainly had reference points to worse accommodations. "Enjoy your stay. Don't leave your room without permission." Maril nodded at the camera, patted my back and left. I didn't bother checking if the metal door locked after her. For entertainment, the room had a datapad and a ghastly collection of sex toys. I took the former and lay down on the bed. My heart bounced with hope, when the device connected to a network, but it was only the local net of the base, and besides, I had little access inside it. I could find a map of the complex, but it was too bare-bones to help in any escape attempt. The pile of ideological material had the digital cobwebs of years without any updates. Only noteworthy folder was the massive hoard of amateur live pornography, automatically edited from local surveillance material. My curiosity flared. I couldn't stop myself from researching, what might be my fate. Because the vids were neatly arranged by date and the captive, I could witness the 'progress' of the girls. Most fought at first and were hurt. They quickly resigned to reluctant compliance. Some of the girls learned to enjoy their lot, or at least faked it masterfully. They were treated well, and appeared to be quite happy, considering the circumstances. There were worse fates than plenty of intercourse with randy hunks with decent cosmetic upgrades. Some girls might tolerate such existence, at least if they could select their clients and weren't captive. I shuddered from the thought, when I realised that my pecker was pushing against my skirt. The hormone alterations were doing their work keeping me aroused. I did my best to hide my groin from the cameras and went to the bathroom to take a long cold shower. The clothes given by Maril were insubstantial yet uncomfortable with the corset. Instead of putting them back on, I hurried to the clothes fabricator. Quick search through the menus revealed that not only wasn't the machine connected to the global databases, it was heavily restricted in my use. Only options for me were purely atavistic feminine, with no trousers, jumpsuits or tunics in sight. The only gown with any coverage was one with multilayered skirt and puffy sleeves. It had a nonsensical amount of bows and frills, and it only came in colours matching my room. However, it did cover offer coverage from knees to neck, so I picked it. The fabricator declared that the manufacturing of the gown would take half a day. Apparently the machine was an old model. I hid under the blanket and browsed through the non-carnal entertainment library. CHAPTER 2 A cheerful ping woke me up. The light in the clothes fabricator blinked. After a quick shower, I went to the fabricator and grimaced. Instead of the subdued off-white I had ordered, the machine had dyed the gown in the shade of cherry blossoms. Though I couldn't hold back a curse, the gown was the best clothes I had, so I put it on. The garment did hide most of my body, but I still frowned at my reflection in the wallscreen's mirror. The soft cloth around my waist shifted. My yelp turned into a whimper of sheer despair. Like a corset the gown constricted my waist. At least it stopped tightening, before I couldn't breathe. No wonder the fabrication had taken so long with all these auto-laces. A pop-up appeared on the mirror. 'Have your hair and makeup done. Good girls like to look great.' I had little reason to assume the message was a mere suggestion. I put my head into the large helmet. The styling machine didn't allow me to set its parameters. The screen didn't even tell me, what it was going to beyond 'a style suitable to your clothes is selected and ready.' With a resigned sigh, I activated the machine. Tendrils poked my face and brushed my hair. Before long, my mind relaxed into the hum and whir. I was thankful that I didn't have to do all that work for myself. The helmet told me to take it off. When I saw myself in the mirror, the only flaw in my appearance was the deep frown. The styling unit had dyed all of my hair to its new red-brown shade and put it in goofy curled twin-tails. The eyeliner and mascara had been applied with a heavy hand, and the salmon pink lipstick was too glossy. Still, I should have been relieved that the style wasn't more gaudy. In fact, it would have looked great if exaggerated on any other girl. 'Good girls have pretty legs,' the mirror told. 'Put on your stockings, garters and shoes.' That command was to be expected, so I kept my inner cursing to the minimum. My hem hid the tops of my stockings, so the effect was actually modest. When the shoes changed colour to fit rest of my outfit, I found myself oddly glad. If I was to look girly in a silly old-fashioned way, there was little reason to half-ass it. I smirked at my overly youthful reflection. The soldiers would have to have cross-wired brains, if they liked their sex slaves looking like antique dolls. It might been that choosing the gown hadn't been a mistake, even if my cheeks burned with embarrassment. 'Breakfast is being served,' the mirror notified and showed a map with a route to the refectory. 'Good girls like to eat healthy meals.' A cold shiver crept up my spine. I could handle dressing up for the barely visible cameras, but outside my room, I'd see the gazes of the men. And they'd see me. But I was hungry, and refusing to eat would single me out as a problem case. I wouldn't have much of a chance escaping, if I didn't have the guts to leave my room. At moment, my best disguise was acting like I didn't mind my circumstances. I took a deep breath and tried the door. It was unlocked. Wallscreens guided my day through the corridors. In spite trying not to, I flinched from the smiles. Those soldiers weren't restrained by human decency. Possibly only brief patience stood between me and abuse. I found no peace in the refectory was. While it wasn't crowded, plenty of men occupied the tables, which were served by girls in variety of outfits. None of the women showed distaste for their situation. Not even the poor girl, who's prodigious breasts poured out of her overly tight top. Faces with chiselled jaws and rugged stubbles turned towards me. While not all of the soldiers were perfect specimens of manhood, all of them were bulked up under their tight shirts. I ignored their welcomes by forcing a smile on my face and went to the food dispenser. The options were varied, but after the machine logged in my biometrics, everything except small healthy meals disappeared. I sighed. The time in the closet had taught me not to complain about being fed. A large hand engulfed my butt cheek. A low voice said, "You are new." "Y-yes, sir." I took my tray and turned around. The soldier's uniform had the weird polygons of a senior specialist. His smile was friendly enough, but his eyes weren't. "What's your name?" "Riki, sir." My heart picked up to an insane beat. These soldiers might recognise me. I became light-headed. The specialist gave me confident smirk. He placed his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed. "Come sit with us, girl." I had no way to refuse. The soldier led me to the table, and I sat down in middle of grinning men. "You are cute," one them said. "With that outfit she can be nothing but kinky." "Don't frighten her." My hand shivered as I tried to spoon in the odd pudding. "I bet she eats mean dick." The roaring laughter startled me. My trembling turned worse. All of the soldiers jumped up to standing. "Attention," one of them shouted. Overcommander Svar walked into the room. He looked at me, with an amused expression combining a sneer and a smirk. He said, "That girl is off- limits for now. To your duties, all of you." The soldiers obeyed. Svar continued on to the officers' canteen, and I was left alone. The girl with the huge boobs came to me. "Hello. I'm Kater." I didn't lift my eyes. "Hi." Kater placed her hand on my shoulder. "Stay strong. This all becomes so much easier. Svar makes sure we aren't treated badly. But if you need help, you can ask me." "Alright. Thanks." I turned to face her strained smile. "I got to go. See you, Riki." Alone and in silence, I finished my meal. Finding my way back to my room was easy enough, even though I had sunk into my thoughts. Svar had saved me from a terrifying situation. A man like that wouldn't have done it from mere benevolence. I had been lucky to have worn the multilayered skirt; my panties had barely contained my member. The eager men around me... Obviously the one thing they wanted had intruded into my mind. It wasn't my fault that my body had interpreted the threat of sex as a desire, because my hormones had been forced onto a feminine overdrive. My heels clattered a rapid clicking, as I hurried to my room. I had to clear my mind, before the cloud of arousal lead to mistakes. My hand wandered towards my groin, which the choker rewarded by choking me. Tears welled in my eyes, and my groan turned into a weak whine. I sat on the bed and stared at the cupboard. The one with the obscene toys. They weren't available for me by accident. If they helped, it would be worth the shame. I had no pride to lose anyway. The hidden cameras would just record, how I was accepting my lot. That might slacken the supervision, which would help me escape. I stood up and went to the toys. At least I had options. Long, stubby. Soft, hard. Small and way too big. All with adjustable vibration. I picked a relatively narrow hard one, as it seemed the most pragmatic for 'prostate massage.' I wasn't going to fuck myself with a huge sloppy fabricated cock, that was for sure. Despite my 'inner hygiene upgrades' I pulled up my skirt and cleaned myself with the bidet shower. Because I would have to deal with any messes I made, I knelt down on the floor of the bathroom. Perhaps they didn't have cameras there, even if they had them in the bathrooms of other girls. The lube made the toy slick, but enough so to entirely reassure me. I placed the tip between my butt cheeks and pushed. My sphincter didn't give in. The pressure sent a jolt in me. Worst than the pain was the shame: I was horny enough to try something this unpleasant. I couldn't give up. What I needed was to be a more receptive position. After some wriggling and tests, I lay down on my side with my legs against my torso. Embarrassingly, my rigid but diminutive cock was moist on the tip. Maybe I could make through the arousal without trying to come like a girl. I could try meditating or reading a particularly dull book. It wouldn't work. Without giving myself another chance to hesitate again, I pressed the toy into my pucker. My hole yielded only a little. The push against my sphincter was odd but not painful. I shivered, from revulsion tinged with excitement; it might have felt good. With slow and cautious movements, I worked the toy deeper inside. Steadily my butt loosened enough that I could move the wand in and out. I shifted the toy inside me, until the tip found the tender spot, which must have been my prostate My thighs shivered. Pushing that organ had no reason to feel like that. Yet such a touch was what I needed. I turned on the vibration. The sensual waves forced a surprised moan out of me. Possessed by the ramping need, I pressed the toy into me harder. The sensation wasn't quite what I hoped, but it was enough. A tension gathered inside my crutch. Yet it was frustratingly slow. My member twitched, as if begging for attention. It squirted a weak trickle of sticky slime on the floor. I gasped. That hadn't been an orgasm. The knot of arousal still gnawed. I was at the brink of a proper climax. I swallowed and grabbed my own wand. The choker immediately punished me, but I tightened my grip of my penis and rammed the toy into me. With the pain around my throat, I felt light in the head. With frantic force, I jerked my penis into a powerful release, which glowed through my legs and lower half. My hand fell off, and the choker loosened. It took me a moment to gather myself. I pulled the toy out of me, and only then I noticed the warm soreness of my pucker. I had fucked my ass with a fake dick. Even though the orgasm might have been my strongest, it wasn't been worth the humiliation. My hands shivered from disgust, as I stood up and stepped into the shower. The choker allowed me to clean myself. After making sure no signs remained of my deed, I went to bed and hid under the blanket. My face remained warm. The cameras would have seen me get off with a vibrator in my butt while getting choked. At least my mind was clear enough now to appreciate the degradation in that. I was startled out of my half-sleep by the door sliding open. Overcommander Svar stepped into the room. I had to show deference, but standing in attention would have been out of question. Only one position was left for me. I got out of the bed and on my knees. "How are you, Riki?" "I'm fine, sir." Again I found myself kneeling in front of this man. This time I was dressed as a girl and even spoke with the voice of one. He must have come to 'break in' my mouth. I stopped myself from squirming. "You have been behaving quite well, Riki. Thus you deserve a reward. Is there anything you want?" I had to think fast. Something innocuous but useful for my escape. "I've been indoors for half a month? Could I go outside?" I swallowed. I might have overplayed my hand. "Sure." Svar smirked. "It wouldn't do, if you caught cabin fever. I'll add you access to the rooftop. You may stretch your legs there, when not otherwise preoccupied." "Thank you, sir." A vantage point was of limited utility at the bottom of a valley, but I might be able to form a proper mental image of the military base itself. "Is that how a girl like you gives her thanks? With just words?" It was easy to understand, what he meant. A lump formed in my throat, as the slap from days earlier returned to my mind. That rebuff hadn't wounded my pride, but it had denounced my worth. As a captive, my value was in how enticing I was, and that was the key to good treatment and chance for escape. "May I..." I lifted my gaze to look the man in the eye. "May I help you, sir?" I bit my lip; my own member was misinterpreting the situation again and pressed against my panties. "With anything?" The man took a step towards me and took out his baton. The size and thickness of the thing might have indicated masculine vanity upgrades, but I wasn't in the position for disdain. Svar lowered his hand on my head and brushed my hair. "You turned out pretty." My thighs pressed together, which squeezed my now hard wand. I swallowed, and wrapped my hands around the man's cock. It wasn't the same as the VR cock. A real man was attached to it, and I could make him enjoy himself. If I proved myself, he might even think I didn't need the 'encouragement' of the choker any more. I took the tip of the dick between my lips. The taste wasn't all that pleasant, but it didn't make me retch. I opened my mouth wider, and despite its girth, the member fit inside. "Look up," Svar said. I did so, and he petted my head. His hand grabbed my hair and pulled, but not strongly enough to hurt. Just to show, how much in his power I was. "Go on." A slight leaning forward created an horrible pressure at the back of my mouth. I nearly panicked that he'd force the dick deeper. Instead, Svar let me gather my wits and continue on my on pace. I squeezed with my hands and sucked. Though my performance was clumsy, Svar's breathing became deeper: an approving sign. "That's enough." Svar pulled my hair back, so my mouth was forced from his dick. I gave him a puzzled look, before I realised he must have been disappointed by my lack of ability. I whimpered, "Sorry, sir..." He laughed. "Oh, you think you failed a test?" He patted the top of my head. "No. I merely don't want to waste my load, before breaking in your main fuckhole." My body stiffened. Svar's cock was much larger than the toy I had used. If a man used me as a girl, that experience would always be part of me. Especially so, if I didn't find it completely detestable. Admittedly, I could get memory erasure therapy, but those were sloppy. A warmth flared inside me. The easy arousal crafted into me didn't care, what sort of sex I'd have. The toy had felt nice in a way. Svar would surely reward me, if in no other way than letting me get off. "Sounds fun," I squeaked the words out. Svar smirked. "Lay on your back on the bed and present your butt." While I obeyed, Svar fetched the lube. In that position, with my legs against my belly, the skirt wasn't enough cover my rear, yet I couldn't see my own member. As far as my eyes could see, I was a girl in a pretty gown preparing herself for a man. Behind the facade, my dick throbbed with needy pressure. My body squirmed, while Svar applied the lube between my butt cheeks. His slick finger pushed into my pucker, which instinctively squeezed the intrusion. I gasped; I was his for taking, and I hadn't even fought back. The bed was high enough that with some fiddling, Svar could position his dick to my butt. He stayed still. My toes curled in anticipation, and I clutched the bedsheets. I needed his cock. Just to get off. Merely to garner his favour. A frustrated whimper left my lips. I needed to be one of those girls, who got to feel good. Not a mistreated one, or an unattractive man slapped and roughed up. "What do you want?" Svar asked. I knew the answer, but saying it took a moment of gathering my courage, "Your cock, sir." "What are you to deserve that?" My reason still worked well enough to understand, how this was basic manipulation: he'd force me to say it, so I became a participant, instead of a victim. "An obedient girl..." "Not just that. You'd have to be an eager slut to act this way. So, what are you?" I couldn't look into his smirk. "An eager slut, sir." "Good. Remember that, and you'll be rewarded." "Thank yo--" I moaned from the thrust against my sphincter. The pressure was uncomfortable, but its glow radiated through my body. Each small thrust sent a jolt through me. My 'fuckhole' surrendered and let the tip of the cock sunk into me. I let out a shivering breath. From now on, taking cock would be a purpose my butt was used for. Soon the rest of the large member followed. Disturbingly deep inside me, the cock shoved into my guts. Even though the heavy sensation was unpleasant, almost painful, my dick twitched. It knew my place better than me. Whatever I had been before my capture was irrelevant. Now my body served dick, with me in the role of a girl. Svar pulled back and thrust, but gently and not all the way in. I yelped, as the dick brushed my prostate. The man grinned. "Do you like that?" "Y-yes, I do, sir." "You are lucky that nature gave girls like you a way to enjoy yourselves." Nature hadn't made me a girl, but contraband medical technology. The rod moving inside me made it difficult to form a coherent argument, so I settled for moaning. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the strong slow thrusts, as they stretched my pucker and pushed into my sensitive insides. The experience was maddeningly close to being pleasurable. Svar pulled out of me. My opened sphincter took a moment to close, and warm seed oozed out of my sore butthole. The man had finished, before I had been anywhere near an orgasm. The wave of frustrated arousal blurred my mind. My lips quivered. "P- please..." "You'll get your reward later, as long as you continue to behave." Svar walked to the bathroom. I waited, too stunned do more than cover myself with my gown. Svar returned and commanded, "Make yourself presentable. You have important evening ahead of you." Soon after Svar left, the woman from earlier, Kater, came to collect me. She didn't answer any of my nervous questions. We arrived to a club room with surprisingly neat decor. Kater turned to me. Her mouth was a straight line. "Kiri. Our job this evening will be servicing platoon D. They have been granted a 'night.' As you are the newest girl, instead of serving drinks, dancing or massages, your main job will be helping the men relax. Do you understand, what I mean?" My sore pucker clenched. I gulped and said, "Y-yes." "It won't be too bad. They aren't allowed to hurt you, as long as you obey them." My breathing turned shallow. Svar had been relatively gentle, but still he had left a sting. Kater handed me a tube of lubricant and small box. "Take these pills periodically through the night. They are for girls like you. They mask the pain, help to relax and make 'butt stuff' feel better." My heart leaped. She knew, what I was. Though that wouldn't be much of a secret, after I was bent over for a railing. A sob escaped my throat. "Don't ruin your makeup." Kater placed a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to sit on a sofa. "Take a pill. It'll help." I did so, and soon a warm wave took away the lump in my throat. Huge men, cracking jokes and being generally cheery, filtered into the room, while I stared from a corner, frozen from fear. There was twelve soldiers and only five of us girls. The pills were definitely working. An aching heat filled me, and my little prick pushed against my skirt. One of the taller men walked to me. The tight undershirt did nothing hide the lines of his ample musculature. He smiled, but his eyes were predatory. "So... You are the new girl. Scared, are you?" I nodded. He might have hurt me, if he thought I was reluctant from any other reason than terror. The other soldiers took their places. The wallscreen lit up to an episode of a vid series, and the other girls hurried to serve drinks. The man in front of me placed a hand under my chin and whispered, "You are cute little thing." He guided me to a booth, which gave us a little privacy. The man turned me around, so my back was to him, and sat down. Shivers pulsed through me. The man opened his trousers, and guided my butt towards his lap. The tip of his member found my pucker, and his girth sunk into me by my own weight. I couldn't stop myself from squirming from the discomfort, as I slid down to sit on the man's lap. Before I could get used to the rod inside me, the man grabbed my hips and lifted me up like I barely weighted anything. My sphincter resisted less on the way down, yet the friction made my butt burn. The soldier repeated moving me up and down, until he found a steady, strong pace. The whining, which left my mouth, became moans. The soreness of my pucker was pleasantly warm, and ever so often a thrust sent a tingling jolt through my groin. His arms were strong, but could move me only so fast. I started to help the soldier lift me, to help his hard rod thrust with more force inside my fuckhole. So lost I was in my lust, that for a moment I became confused, when the man pulled me off him. My pucker clutched close into warm slime, and I realised the man had come into me. He stood up and patted my head. "Good girl." Disappointment filled me, but briefly. Another soldier had noticed that I was free and walked to me. I grinned and took another pill. The new man forced me on my knees on the bench and pressed my face against the synthetic leather. My exposed butt quickly got another cock to enjoy. I must have indulged too much on the pills, as eventually my world turned into a haze of rough thrusts and my own moans. I had to taste and swallow the seed of real men. But instead of a proper orgasm I only found relief in fatigue. The smell of dried semen, and burning soreness of my butt. My jaw ached. I woke up on a sofa in the club room. The only clothes I still had was the choker, though my body scrawled with indecent scribblings on permanent marker. I carefully sat up in a way that didn't place pressure on my rear. Cleaning units were whirring around the room. Kater walked to me. "Good morning." I shuddered and tried to cover myself, before realising how futile it was. "Are you alright?" Kater handed me a bathrobe. I stood up on my weak legs and put the garment on. "I think so," I said in a meek voice. Kater gave me a weary smile. "It's over for a while. You did well." She helped me back to my room. I went straight to the shower, where I lingered until I felt halfway clean. Even then, I had to use disinfectant to rub off the 'sluts,' 'fuckmeats' and tally marks drawn on my skin. I had to be thankful to Kater. Her pills had dulled the edge of the horrible event. In fact, the sex had been pleasurable enough, and I wasn't particularly aroused any more. It was a sort of day-off for me. Only two officers gave me a visit. I took a pill before both. The first one was rough enough leave me groaning. The second enjoyed seeing me squirm, but did it by jerking my little pecker in his huge hand. By the time he coaxed a third climax out of me, I was a whimpering mess with my initial satisfaction long faded from my mind. When I had the time, I visited the roof. It supported my initial impression that escape would be more than difficult. While the forest covered the hills in every direction, it only looked unkempt wilderness from above. Below the foliage, the ground had been carefully cleared to have wide open sight lines. I practised walking on heels. While using them on even floor was easy enough, my escape plan might involve walking over rougher ground without looking like I was in a hurry. I made sure to strut by swinging my hips wide. The men liked how I looked, which was close to the only advantage I had. At dinner, Kater invited me to a 'girls' evening.' I hesitated, but accepted. A few other girls came to the small rec room reserved for us. For a few hours we watched a vid series, talked about things not related to our situation and most important of all, pretended we weren't prisoners. None of them questioned, what I was. It was easy enough for me to pretend that I was just one of the girls. CHAPTER 3 For the first time in a good while I woke up well rested. Rationally, the situation was oppressive, but I was wading through it without losing myself or my hope. If I my spirit remained flexible, it couldn't be broken. After psyching myself for the day in the cold shower, I returned to try on the new clothes my fabricator had made. I had two fresh sets of underwear, including comfortable bras for my swollen chest. Cuteness had served me well, so my new skirt was pleated, if short. The accompanying top was similarly frilly, but it didn't reach to cover my navel. My slender torso was softly feminine. It was disconcerting how weak I appeared, but my plans had rarely relied on physical strength. The weaker and girlier my captors thought me, the more edge I had on them. A message flashed onto my wallscreen. I shuddered. The political officer Commandant Undin ordered my presence for 'ideological examination.' I swallowed a pill and stepped through the sturdy metal door. Unlike the overcommander's ascetic office, Undin's workroom was elegantly decorated. He had proper wooden furniture with soft cushions, and the walls and floor were bio-laminate instead of mouldy bare concrete. With his sharp jawline and sardonic smile, the man himself was fit to the surroundings. He was wearing the trousers of a dress uniform, but only a tight shirt covered his robust upper body. "Come here, Riki." Undin gestured to between his feet. Fellatio was nothing new at that point, so I showed no reluctance as I obeyed. Undin brushed my hair. "Good girl." The man's trousers were visibly bulged. The familiar warmth returned. Undin considered me arousing. My prick pushed against my underwear. The pills worked fast, which was good. Any unpleasant experiences pleasuring the men would shatter my resolve. "On paper, my job should be figuring out your commitment to our ideology and glorious cause. However, I think I'll evaluate your mental state instead." Undin grinned. "According to the automatic reports, you have behaved admirably for your station. You seem to be naturally submissive and innately feminine androphilic pseudo-male. On the other hand, you could be faking it." I was startled stiff. He continued, "You always were slippery, Pipsqueak. Good behaviour might be your ploy to gain our trust. So I will have to ascertain that this is not the case. Will that be fine with you?" "Y-yes, sir." "First, your physical form. Considering how pretty and girly you are now, it is hard to think this is not what you always wanted for yourself, subconsciously. Why else hadn't you sought masculinity enhancements? Ergo, you have always wanted to become a girl. Isn't this true?" "Yes, sir." Undin's expression hardened. "Confirm, by stating what you confirm." My jaw hung open, while I collected myself. "I always wanted to be a cute girl, but I didn't realise it before, sir." The man grinned. "Good. You do sound sincere, at least in the light of the evidence." He took a datapad and tapped it a few times, before turning it to face me. On the screen was me, naked and on all fours. A man stood behind me, with his cock in my butt. My straightly pointing pecker swung with my frantic movements. My face warmed, as I remembered that intercourse at the club room. The girthy cock spreading my pucker had felt quite nice, but that had been because of the pills, not me. "What's happening on the vid?" Undin asked. "I'm getting fucked, sir..." "Did you like it?" My member twitched. "Yes, sir. I liked a man using my butt." Undin chuckled and turned the datapad to tap it again. This time the vid showed me on my knees, with Svar's dick in my mouth. "Describe, what you see." "I'm sucking a penis, sir." "Was it fun?" "Yes, kind of, sir." Undin changed the vid. Now it showed me on the floor of my bathroom, with a vibrator up my butt. On the vid, I quivered in desperate attempt to get off. "Why did you do that?" the man asked. "I was horny, sir." "Are you horny now?" I bit my lip. "Yes, sir." The man placed the datapad on the table and patted his thigh. "Come sit, facing me." I mounted him. His hands sunk into my butt cheeks and pulled me against him. His hard rod pressed against my thigh. "Would you like to get off, girl?" I could handle lying, but saying the truth was hard. "Yes... Yes, sir." "How?" "Like a g-girl, sir." I swallowed. "With a cock up my butt." His hand snaked between us and lifted my skirt. I yelped, as a finger touched my cock. "What's this then?" Undin smirked. "I thought you were a girl. I guess it must be your clitty." The man pressed his finger harder against the tip of my member. I couldn't stifle my moan. "Tell me, what this is." "My... My 'clitty,' sir." "What's it for?" My mind drew blank. In my current role, it served no purpose. "Nothing, sir." "Wrong. It's for making good girls feel good." His gentle thumb continued to rub my wand. My arousal melted into a warmth, which the addled part of my brain interpreted as affection. This man wanted me to enjoy myself. It was only proper that I'd return the favour. I fumbled his trousers open, which released a notably large penis. I didn't care about Undin's vanity issues; the cock was magnificent and erect for me. Undin saw, where my eyes lingered. He grinned and squirted lube on his ready member. I clambered against the man and lifted my butt, so he could position his dick for entrance. As I pressed my hips down, the pressure against my pucker grew and radiated through my lower body. Yet my sphincter resisted. Undin grabbed my hips and pressed me down. I yelped from pain, but the sensation quickly mellowed into a warm glow. By the time I was fully seated, the cock pressed against me deep inside. The sensation would have been nauseating, if it wasn't proof of how much cock was inside me. Even though I wasn't a woman, my body could service men like a proper girl. The man grunted, as I leaned forward. His lips found mine. My heart quivered. Though I had been forced to be a sleeve for cock, I was also worth kissing. I leaned back with a sigh. Undin took my hand and grabbed my hips with the other. Soon we found a rhythm, which we both evidently enjoyed. It was slow, deliberate. Not animal copulation, nor a race to an empty climax. I might have been a slave and a whore, but for the moment I his lover. His fingers moved to my waist and roamed to my belly. The man moved up and slid into my top to grope my budding breasts. Girls had teats, which men loved to touch. I whimpered from satisfaction. "I hope--" Undin grunted. "I hope you aren't pretending this." A gasp escaped my lips. "I'm no--" My words disappeared into a moan. My 'clitty' twitched, and slime dribbled into the skirt in front of it. We both glanced down to see the dark patch in my hem. "Alright. Now I know you aren't faking being a girl." Undin smiled and moved his hand to clutch around my still hard member. His hard grip bent my clitty to show, how vulnerable and weak it in truth was. The frustration of ejaculating without a climax was wiped away by a strong wave of pleasure. My mind short-circuited from the strength of my proper orgasm. I didn't mind, how loud and feminine my moan was: Undin deserved to know, how good he made me feel. My sphincter clutched his member, and a slight shift of his cock heralded a new warmth pouring into me. He lifted me to pull his dick out. Hot seed oozed out of my pleasantly sore butt. I clung against Undin, and he wrapped his arms around me. Never had I enjoyed sex so thoroughly. Perhaps it was the pills, at least partially, but clearly my nerves had been wired to enjoy sex as a girl more than as a man. Undin had been right on everything about me. I hadn't lied, despite trying to. After we caught our breaths, Undin took me to the spa of the complex. During the morning hours it was empty, but Undin still locked the door. It wasn't much of a spa. Just a small swimming pool, a hot tub, showers and a sauna. While the latter heated, we sat into the hot tub. Undin poured us refreshing cold drinks. "Why are you treating me so well?" I asked. My other leg was under me to keep my weight off my sore pucker. "Oh, would you enjoy being abused more?" "No! It's just that..." "You are a slut and don't deserve being treated with any respect?" I lowered my eyes and didn't answer. "Truth be told..." Undin moved closer to me and lowered his arm on my shoulders. "Nothing turns me on more than the girl enjoying it. That's understandably a disadvantage in a place like this." He chuckled. "Perhaps you are just the best one at faking that your life isn't just constant demeaning rape." "No, that's not true! I didn't fake..." I gulped. "I really liked it." "Cute." The man pulled me against him. "Damned... I'm getting sentimental over a whore like you. Jealous even. Suddenly I can't bear the thought that you'll get railed by some grunt as soon as you leave my sight. I want you all to myself. What do you say, if I requested that you were transferred to my personal use?" I hesitated only for a moment. "I'd like that, sir." "Are you sure? You'd be in my power, and I might be a bit cruel at times." I remembered, how afraid I had been of him. However, now he was the only secure feature in my world. The only being, who cared about me and had the ability to protect me. And as an officer's girl, my chances of escape might be considerably higher. "Yes, I'm sure, sir." In the sauna, I could inspect Undin's wet form. He was evidently strong, but not bulky enough to limit his endurance. His height and long robust legs would help navigating uneven terrain. The dark hair covering most of his body was thin and soft to touch; it gave him a primal quality without being beastly. He was a man made for woodland. We could do good time on a smuggling trip, or better yet, move to a peaceful region to enjoy the nature there, in peace and together. Already was I cooking up pining fancies about him, even though Undin had only given me one good fuck. But the important distinction was that he wanted me, not just a quick lay. To him, I was more than an interchangeable hole. Undin grinned. "Do you like, what you see?" "Yes, sir." He chuckled. "No need to call me a 'sir.'" He placed a hand under my chin. "You are my girl now. Those don't belong to any formal hierarchy, because they know their place by instinct." Despite the heart-straining heat of the sauna, my 'clitty' filled. Out of a sense of girly propriety, I squeezed my glistening thighs together to hide my struggling erection. It was too late. Undin glanced down and smirked. He pressed closer and whispered, "How did you manage to pretend you were a man for this long?" My heart beat fast enough to make me dizzy. I couldn't blame the pills for the pleasant shivers Undin's implications --of that I had always been a girl inside-- sent through me. Panic seized me. This juvenile affection tinged by arousal was dangerously close to 'puppy love.' I was losing my mind. My breathing quickened into an ineffectual wheeze. Undin grabbed my hand and guided me out of the sauna. He helped me sit on a bench and fetched me a glass of cold water. The contents of my stomach threatened to spill out, but the drink quickly eased my nausea. The man had a worried frown on his face. "Dehydration and too much heat. But you'll be fine." With my eyes wide open, I stared at him. Did he truly care about me? He could have laughed at my ridiculous display, but he didn't even smirk. Maybe I should have been indignant from such patronising treatment. Instead I felt secure, which vindicated my fondness for him. I lifted my face and smiled at him. Lust flashed in the man's eyes. Undin closed the door of his office and ripped the bathrobe off me. His powerful body pushed me against the wall, while his hands grabbed the sides of my face. His deep breath warmed my face. I wouldn't have been able to escape his grasp, even if I had wanted to try. "You little vixen," he muttered. "You let me think I'm in control, while twining me around your cute little finger. When I saw you with Maril, I wanted to bend you over and ravage you until you howled in agony. But just now, when you seemed a little uncomfortable in the sauna, my heart leapt from pity. You damned bitch." He moved his hand to clasp mine and kissed my neck. "They claim humans aren't much affected by pheromones," Undin whispered. "But it's either you got phenomenal upgrades, or you cast a cantrip on me, my dainty minx." His professions of arousal had infected me. My breath was too ragged to answer. "I need to assert my dominance." He drew back. "Mark my territory, so to speak. Put on your clothes, girl." Undin took me to a small sideroom attached to the medical facility. It was equipped with machines for surface body modifications. The man wanted my body to please him even more, which I could accept. And even tattoos could be erased with some effort. He had a machine pierce my ears, nipples and navel. I smiled at my reflection. Even the temporary silver pins looked nicely feminine on me. Undin held my hand, as the tattoo machine rattled to create a stylised water lily on the side of my left thigh. Despite the inflammation, the resulting picture was vividly beautiful. "We might get more ink on you, but there's one major alteration you absolutely need." He placed his hands under my teats, gently as not to hurt my sore nipples. "Proper handfuls right here. But that can wait." Undin wanted to give my modifications change to heal properly, so the only 'play' for the rest of the day involved my head between his legs. That night I slept peacefully, with a warm guarding presence next to me. I woke to a tingling sensation on my thigh. By the time I had washed myself, Undin was awake. He insisted on spreading the regenerative ointment on my tattoo himself. He wasn't content to just moisturising my thigh, but moved on to give me a full-body massage. My mind fluctuated between bliss and puzzlement of why the man cared about me so. But he cared, and that was the most important thing. Undin's touch had lit a flame in me, and I begged for some morning fun. "No can do, girl." Undin smiled. "Even with the ointment, it will take another day, before I'll risk it." He glanced the choker on my neck and my stiffened member. "Oh yeah." He smirked. "You'll just have to hang on, my girl." "Please..." I whimpered. Undin patted my cheek. "I have to go. See you later. Remember not to touch the tattoo." By the time Undin returned in the early afternoon, I had worked myself into a dazed trance of arousal by trying to get of with brief touches to my 'clitty.' I didn't want anything into my butt, save for Undin. "Good news." Undin hugged me. "Svar accepted your 'transfer.'" His smile disappeared into a sad frown. "It came with a price." My heart leaped. "What sort of price?" "For reserving a girl, I'm denied all others." He grinned. "I guess you'll like the idea of this pseudo-monogamy, no? You'll have to see to all of my needs." The man was mine. At least in a small way. My chest was filled with joy. After few more hours of work at his office, Undin had me dress in the long gown he had fabricated for me and took me to walk outside. He might have wanted to brag about having a personal girl. Rank has its privileges, after all. My stomach fluttered from that my 'ownership' was worth envy. We ate dinner in the officer's lounge. A few of the other men had their own girls too, none of which I had seen more than by glance before. Those selected girls were all prettier than me, which made me worried about Undin's mental state. Fortunately, back in his apartment, he let me show my worth by pushing me under the table while he played some archaic computer game. Never would have I known, that I could be so relieved and happy to play with someone else's penis. His game made distinct sounds, when he did well, so I timed my head bobbing and sucking to them. For a while that distracted him, but he got used to it. Too bad that being encouraged to do well meant he also climaxed rather too soon. I had to wait for the round two, and then three and four. A pinch on the tip of my member woke me. Undin was smiling at me. "Your sleepy moans are cute. Come now. Let's wash ourselves." The man's hands groped me everywhere under the warm shower. When we were done, I was almost too agitated to dry my hair. I took one of my pills, while Undin was out of the room. The man returned with a leash, which he attached to my choker. "Get on your knees." I did so. My 'clitty' was uncomfortably filled, almost enough to make me wish I had been 'fixed.' The man pulled the leash. I understood the meaning and followed him on all fours to the bedroom. I climbed into the bed and presented my rear to my owner. Undin didn't dawdle pouring lube in my rack. He groped both my butt cheeks, while spreading the lube into my pucker with his thumbs. The man took his time, and my eagerness turned into frustration. I let out a whine. "Anxious, are we? What is your ass made for?" he asked. "Fuck," I snapped. "Oh, stick it in, already." He pushed both of his thumbs in and stretched my sphincter. I whimpered, mostly from how nice it felt, despite being so unnatural. Undin positioned his dick at my entrance and pulled from the leash. It was unnecessary; I eagerly pushed backwards. Despite the pain, the rod slid into me all the way. I gasped, and lowered to my elbows. The man moved his hand to hip, drew back and thrust. I matched his movements, and we worked together to hammer his cock into me. Undin continued long after I had tired enough to content myself to receive him passively. The rationally unpleasant sensations --the pressure against my insides, the odd touches to my prostate, the soreness of pucker-- combined into satisfaction, which tingled in my lower belly. "What do you want from life?" Undin asked between his ragged breathing. "W-what?" "Answer." A hard thrust elicited a yelp out of me. My brain tried to come up with something witty or useful, but all I had to answer was, "This..." "That's a good girl." Despite how silly it was, his words warmed me. After a while, the pressure in me built into a climax. Even though it was weak, it was a proper one, not just a forced ejaculation. I was elated. Nothing had touched my 'clitty.' Instead, my body had its orgasm like a proper girl: from receiving the cock of a man. "Oh, gosh..." My thighs shivered. "I really am a girl..." I squeezed my sphincter, and soon Undin relieved his load inside me. He pulled out, dropped to my side and yanked the leash to pull me to lay on him. "What did you say?" he asked. My face warmed. "That I'm really a girl now. I came from..." Undin brushed my cheek. "No need to be embarrassed. Just be glad." I returned his smile and hugged him. The next few days went by fast. I stopped pretending that sleeping with Undin wasn't on another level compared to the pitiful attempts I had had with women. My clitty still received attention, so in practice my enjoyment was twofold as a girl. I ran low on my pills, so when I met Kater the next time, I asked her for more. "Sorry, Riki. I should have told you earlier. Back the other evening... You were about to freak out, so I had to come up with something to help you calm down. You see, Svar doesn't allow us to use real drugs unsupervised. You know, to prevent overdoses, accidental or otherwise. Those pills, which I gave you... They were nothing but sweetener and mild pain meds." My heart skipped a beat. All that pleasure had been mine alone. Disgust wrenched my guts, but only for a moment. If I loved sex as a girl, then that was part of my true self. Undin was even more right about me, which had to be a good thing. I smiled, to which Kater gave a puzzled look. "Alright," I said. "Thanks anyway, Kater." On my way back to Undin's apartment, the revulsion tried to bubble back to the surface of my mind, but it was defeated by a new warmth. My circumstances were inhuman, but they had revealed a deeper part of my psyche. I wasn't a man, yet Undin had showed me that I wasn't worthless either. Undin was in his office. I sat on his lap and told about the candy I had thought to be special drugs. He laughed. "Good girls like you don't need performance enhancers." His hand groped my crotch, were my member instantly stirred. "I've been thinking," Undin said. "I should have your testicles removed. So you won't forget, what you are." I froze in place. "N-not that..." Undin chuckled. "Just kidding. Your tool is cute, when it looks functional, despite being useless for its purpose." He pinched my clitty, which was now fully rigid. "Besides, nobody, least of you, would mistake something this small for a real dick." I pursed my lips. He was mocking me, yet also admitting, how he appreciated me for what I was. He was my captor, yet acted like a teasing lover. My emotions made little sense, and I couldn't blame the pills for it any more. I leaned against him, and he wrapped an arm around my waist. "Undin..." I whispered. "This will sound stupid. But I think I might love you." He didn't laugh at me. "Are you sure it's not traumatic bonding from captivity context?" "What?" He chortled. "Never mind. I might love you too." "Really?" "Sure. But feelings are fickle on the long term." His arm pulled me against him. "However, certain acts are more fulfilling, when one at least pretends to be in love." Maril received me in her lab. She was tinkering with what must been tech from the Zone. "Hello, Riki." "Hi." I took a seat next to the specialist. "You seem to be in high spirits." "Yeah. It's not all horrible to be me." Maril removed her tool gloves. "What brings you here?" I gestured to my chest. "I don't think my teats are growing any more, even though I want them bigger." Maril's smile was intense enough to push her eyes closed. The tissue cultivation for the implants took an hour. I spent the time talking with Maril over tea. She might have been an immoral boffin with a dodgy medical degree, but her cheeriness made her pleasant company. "To be honest," Maril said. "I would have expected Undin's personal toy to be a wreck by now." My gaze fell. He had been kind, but that could change any minute. In reality, I was too reliant on him to ever be his lover. Should he decide to abuse me, I wouldn't be able to escape. I had to kill such thoughts at the start. Optimism was the only recourse to maintain my sanity. I said, "He's actually a sweet guy, who acts like a jerk." "Really now? That almost makes me regret I didn't snatch him for myself." My jealousy must have flashed on my face, because Maril continued, "Don't worry, girl. I'm not his type." A shifting dream of an overgrown city faded into the ceiling of the recovery room. On my numb chest was a foreign weight. I peeked under my blanket, only to be disappointed by the bandages around my upper torso. Maril came to cut my anxious wait short. She removed my bandages to reveal a pair of sore breasts. They were hefty, though not as huge as Kater's. Their shape was abnormally pointy, and skin growth treatment had noticeably widened the areola, but I couldn't complain about their perky softness. "Looking great," Maril said. "No scarring, and the cultivated tissue has settled nicely. I'll give you shots of localised hormones, which should round up the shape a bit." She gave me a questioning look. "Are you sure about the size? I mean, these are large enough that nobody can pretend they aren't made for visual titillation." If Undin would like them, they were the right size. According to my original plan, the size of my breasts didn't matter, as I would have gotten rid of them after my escape. But now, there was no reason, why I wouldn't want to look sexy. The realisation hit me like a wave: I was going to escape, but I wouldn't try to be Rik any longer. I smiled. "No, I think they are fine." Undin was in his office, looking frustrated at the computer screen. "Are you busy," I asked from the door. "What is it?" "I got you a present." I pulled my gown down to reveal my new acquisitions. Undin lifted his eyes to me, grinned and removed his neural headband. "Come here." I sat on his lap. A hungry hand grabbed my breast. "Ow! Don't squeeze." I moved his hand away and clasped it. "They are still sore." "Sorry." Undin twined his fingers around mine. "You witch. Trying to seduce me, until I'm hopelessly in your power." "Is it working?" "Yes." He kissed my cheek. "I'm fooled to think you love being my girl." "I really do." The man couldn't control himself. Soon I found myself on his bed, with a hard rod ramming in and out of me. CHAPTER 4 Undin gifted me a large jewel piercing for my navel. With a hanging gem, my belly couldn't me mistaken for a man's. He got me other piercings, such as a chain in place my regular nipple barbells. Undin could yank that, if he felt the need to direct me with physical input. Though it wasn't entirely painless, getting my breasts pulled by lusty man was exhilarating. Only a girl could experience that. Each week, Undin helped me select another tattoo. He made sure they were all in the same style, and of course beautiful. Not even the tramp stamp was demeaning. For him, my body had to be a piece of art, but he didn't treat me as a mere inanimate object. He was true to his words and wanted me to enjoy myself. If I had concerns, he would listen to my mumbling and do his best to accommodate. My tentative escape plan turned into a mush. I had to get away from the stifling concrete maze, where death and worse were a constant threat. Yet I needed Undin. He kept me safe. He was the only one, who cared if I was comfortable. Together with him I could forget everything except us. If I could choose him out of my free will, I wouldn't have to ask much more from life. The man's breath was low and calm, as I nestled against him. He smelled of sweat from the virile effort needed to make my pucker so warmly sore. His arm wrapped around my body, both to possess and protect me. Yet I couldn't force my mind to stop worrying. The cruel steel and oppressive concrete still surrounded everything. The twisting hallways weren't gone even in my dreams. "Take me away from here..." I whispered. "Please." The arm pressed me tighter into him. "Our affair would be different out there." "No. I'd still be yours." "How can I know that's true?" Undin speak through his teeth. "My social engineering degree can't save me from my own emotions. I should have only lust for a whore like you. And yet satisfying myself with your body doesn't remove my feelings." He insulted me to push me away, so it would be easier for both us. But it didn't work. "I love you, Undin." The man groaned. "Damn it. I can't say I don't love you. But do you really want that life? Playing at being a housewife, or something. I've been in this game so long, I can't really fathom, how normal people live in the uncontested areas." Undin turned to face me. His hand dragged across my side. "What do you think our life together would be like?" "First: I wouldn't mind being a housewife, if you want one." Undin's kind smirk put me at ease, so I continued, "We could have a big house next to a lake. Near a nature reserve, perhaps. In between our jobs as park rangers or bio-reporters, we'd go on long hiking trips." I grinned. "Just you know, while I might not look like it, I don't mind getting dirty and sleeping outdoors. You'd get to abate your lust on me in a variety of picturesque locations." The man let out an amused sigh. "Sounds great. Makes me want to risk that you are lying just for the chance of it." I pouted. "It's not a lie. What can I do, so you'd believe me?" Undin kissed my forehead. "Stay with me, after we escape." The next day, Undin gave me a circular jewel with purple synthetic gemstones formed a flower of eight sharp petals. "Put it on your choker," he said. "It's a weak satellite transmitter. It's shielded and obfuscated, though better keep it off, when it's not needed. In case my plan fails, with this I can track your general location in a klick's radius." "What plan?" "For getting us out. I can't just run away on leave. The syndicate would put a hit on me for deserting. But don't worry, I have ideas. They'll take time, though." "I can stand to wait, if I'm with you." Undin grinned. "This our relationship is deranged." I smiled and pressed against him. "I'd say it's romantic, in a messed up --deranged-- way." A frown twisted my face. I pressed my head against his chest. "Oh, Undin. I want to be out of here, so you won't have to think I'm pretending." He hugged me, and we spent the evening trying to prove our sincerity to each other. During the next two week, Undin barely mentioned his plans for escape. The whispered rumours about skirmishes, mostly with the neotribalists, turned into security bulletins. Undin didn't want me to worry, so I remained in the dark about the shifting alliances between the militant groups. The slave pens and training pods quieted down, as the remaining 'merchandise' was sold off and no replacements were acquired. The packing of equipment signalled the imminence of our relocation. A hope lit in me. Perhaps Undin was planning to escape during the changing of the base. He didn't talk about it, but I trusted him. Undin wouldn't abandon me. After a week the transfer operation was openly divulged to the base personnel. The Tugist had fused with a like-minded group in a better geographical position. The transition was done in steps. Due to strategic concerns the Tugists have all of their assets and personnel on the move at the same time. First went the fresh-faced troops and most of the girls. Only non- soldiers who remained were the personal companions like me and the core of experienced girls, who knew enough to help with basic maintenance. As the manpower dwindled, Undin had to participate in long-range patrols more often. My chest ached every time he had to leave. The constant state of alert added to my anxiety. I was powerless to do anything but fret and maintain my fitness at the gym. Our escape wouldn't fail, because I was as soft as I looked. While Undin was away, I kept all of the available feeds open on my datapad. They barely told anything, but I still browsed them compulsively. One evening Undin was late. I was troubled, but I had decided I wouldn't constantly freak out. But new officer was assigned to lead a long-range patrol, my vision darkened and my breath turned into a rapid wheezing. The fit was fortunately brief. I'd have to be careful; the stress was getting to me. I took a dose of tranquillisers, but only a small one. I needed to stay alert. After making sure I hadn't interpreted the feed wrong, I ran barefooted out of the apartment and straight to the medical facility. A soldier stopped me at the door. "No unauthorised access during high alarm." "Is Commandant Undin in the there?" "I don't know," the soldier said. "You are his girl? Never mind that. Get back to your room." "Not until you tell me, whether he is in there or not!" "Hey! Stop shouti--" The door opened, and Maril slipped out into the hallway. "Riki, come with me." Maril went her own lab. I followed with my heart racing fast enough to hurt. "Is he alright?" I asked the moment the door slid close. "Riki... Undin's dead." The room circled away from me. I was sitting on chair. Maril was holding my hand in a weird gesture of sympathy, which I was sure the woman wasn't capable of. "No..." I whined. "No. This a trick, isn't it?" Maril frowned. "He's gone." "No, he faked it. He must have. He promised me..." I gritted my teeth to stifle my despondent wail. "Undin couldn't have faked it. His implant reported that his vitals flatlined at the same time with rest of his squad. What the other patrol found was shredded bodies in the dead squad's uniforms and tags. I'm sorry, Riki." My jaw clenched. "I need to see him." "There wasn't much to see. The patrol sprayed decomposition compound to hide the remains from enemy reconnaissance." Being the foolish girl that I was, I cried for the rest of the day. Kater kept me company, hugging me like I was a halfwitted child. In the depths of night, I clung to Undin's bed. My mind ran in agonising circles, until I found a conclusion to lead me into relief: Undin's 'death' was just part of his plan. He really had faked his death. I toggled the transmitter on and off to tell him that I thought about him. Hopefully he knew his standard radio signals, so he got my message of love. In the morning, mental clarity robbed me of my baseless hope. Undin's plan couldn't have involved leaving me behind. He was dead. The stupid plan to relocate the Tugist base had killed him. Without them, I would have been free and Undin wouldn't have had to risk himself saving my worthless life. Nobody came to evict me from Undin's quarters, so I was allowed to sulk in peace. Kater brought me lunch, which I pretended to accept, even though I wasn't hungry. My stomach cramped throughout the next day. I couldn't force any food down, despite Maril's insisting. She logged me in as sick, so I wasn't given anything but janitorial duties. Not that a soon-to-be-abandoned base needed much cleaning. I still had a hole the men could have used, even if I wouldn't have done anything but lie like a corpse. However, because the base was in full alert, the soldiers didn't have enough free time to fully employ the other girls. I was thankful that I was spared from rape, for the time being. During the week, I managed to recollect myself. Undin was gone, but he wouldn't have wanted me to suffer. I had to keep my spirits up, so I could escape, when the chance came. The tattoos would remind me of the time we had together, as eventually the bad parts would fade from memory. My mind was collected, when the final part of the relocation began. I'd take any opportunity I got, even if it risked getting shot. The life in the new base wouldn't be any better than in the last, but it could be much worse, now that Undin wasn't protecting me. The convoy, consisting of dozen trucks, an armoured mobile artillery gun and a few smaller combat cars, snaked on the dirt road through the autumn forest. Layers of ballistic tarp covered the back of the truck. Between flashed glimpses of the golden and red hues of the foliage. I rode in the back with other civilian equipment, namely the five remaining pleasure girls. I held Kater's hand, though my grip must have been a hint too tense. A crescendo of gunfire turned into a fiery roar. The truck's engine whined and the chassis shook, as the driver manoeuvred out of road. Shouts rose from the front of the convoy, only to be subsumed by more gun shots. "Out, now!" I kicked the back plate open and pulled Kater with me to the ground. The girls followed us, but the Tugists didn't pay attention to be as they moved towards the front. Presumably their enemy was in that way. A failed ambush perhaps. The engines of a drone whined over head, heralding sharp blasts and screech of metal. After glance to the soft forest floor, I grimaced at my heeled shoes. I kicked them off and ran into the thicket, still crushing Kater's hand in mine. We were deep in a dangerous territory. Getting out would be near impossible without supplies. With plenty of luck, I might have been able to escape alone, but I wasn't going to abandon the girls. The fight wasn't going favourably for the Tugists. If they lost, we might be able to loot the convoy for supplies. But in case they won with enough manpower left to search for us, we needed to remain close enough, so I could pretend we hadn't tried to escape. We hid behind a solid rock surrounded by young spruces. In a pinch, the thicket would cover our retreat away from the road. All of the girls were still with me, panting and trembling just like me. And like me, none of them had shoes. I grinned like a maniac. The din of the battle intensified only to disappear towards both the directions of the road. Eventually the woods were filled by an uneasy silence. No cries, no commands to clean after a fight, no whine of drones overhead. "This is our chance," I said. The other girls nodded, understanding my meaning. "But we need to get equipment." I pointed towards the convoy. "Get yourself the best shoes you can find, a backpack and something to cover yourself against the rain. If you find water bottles or anything to eat, take it. But be fast!" The Tugist convoy proved to be abandoned, but I couldn't relax. The vehicles might be destroyed, but the rest of the equipment would attract looters in short order. The stench of burning fuel cells and scorched flesh filled my nose. I had seen corpses before, but fortunately not often enough to get used to it. After relieving myself of the contents of my stomach, I walked to the trucks. Maril had ridden in the cabin of our truck. I went there to find a mess of shattered glass and ripped metal, with the bloodied corpses of both the driver and Maril. A wheeze, and Maril stirred. I hurried to the cabin, opened the door and found that Maril had torn strands of muscle in place of her legs. I retched, but had nothing more to puke. Maril opened her eyes and made a grim smile with her lacerated face. I fumbled for the safety belt. "We need to get you to hospital." "Too late," she groaned. "We couldn't get there on time. The drone disabled all our vehicles. I'm done." "No! You can still talk. That means it can't be that bad yet." Maril gurgled a laugh. "My em-implant is flooding my syst... with enough stims that I could dance a waltz despite spinal dam..." She groaned. "Tell them all... the girls... I'm not without regret or guilt. Now, g- go--" Her eyes rolled upwards, and her breathing became a raspy hyperventilation. Before I could figure out anything to do, she jerked and lay still. I closed the door and continued my search. No one left alive, though not all of the Tugists were among the dead. In the distance I saw corpses belonging the attackers. Their dark green camouflage wasn't distinctive enough to identify their faction, but they weren't from the neotribalists. The group might even have been the Tugists' new 'allies,' for all I knew. Overcommander Svar had managed to fall down in an almost dignified position, despite having his chest blown open. Hating him would have been rational. I turned him on his back, closed his eyes and covered his cold face with his rain cloak. One of the girls cried out and kicked a corpse, but otherwise they scurried around stuffing backpacks with items quickly and quietly. I selected the smallest Tugist, and relieved him of his jumpsuit and boots, which fit me well enough with two pairs of socks. I changed the adjustable camouflage into a dull orange, a colour which wouldn't be too visible in the autumn landscape, but wouldn't look like I was deliberately trying to hide. A backpack full of supplies was quick to scrounge. I debated with myself about taking a rifle, but soon decided against it; anyone, against whom I needed it, would shoot the moment they saw my gun. I did take Svar's floral-decorated handgun, as it could be concealed under my rain cloak. Besides, it was too pretty to abandon. I checked that the girls were as well prepared as complete novices in woodcraft could be. Their expressions were miserable but determined. I led my new flock to disappear between the trees. The border region was easy enough to traverse, if one knew the lay of the hills, swamps and lakes and understood how to avoid the dispersed armed groups. For the first time in three years, I headed out of the unpoliced sector. Our going was slow, but none of the girls complained beyond minor crumbling on the rain. They did as I told them to, even though it meant hard marching and poor sleep. Our supplies were limited, but we couldn't acquire more inside the restricted area. None of the local groups would deal with a bunch of pretty girls on terms favourable to us. Because my flimsy bra was more for show, it didn't give proper support. Striding over the uneven ground send jolts through my soft breast-flesh, which escalated from a mere annoyance to acute discomfort. In the first evening, Kater showed me, how to comfortably bind my chest. I would have been sorry for her, but she claimed her bra was a proper one. Due to the training the other girls had had, each night the brief respite just before sleep involved an odd ritual of mutual massages. Everyone got a daily foot and back rub, which I too found welcome after so long time being out of practice. Massages couldn't help with the blisters. None of us had fitting shoes, and spare socks were a scarce luxury. After our medical gel ran out, the pained whimpering changed to stifled sobs. Yet the girls had gone through too much to stop now. Every day, we approached safety. With every step, we were closer to warm showers, proper meals and analgesic salves. My map was thoroughly jammed by the ubiquitous radio interference in the border region. Eight days into our dreadful journey, the map picked up a clear signal. It confirmed my interpretation that we had entered an uncontested sector with 'neutral' drone surveillance, where 'all crimes would be prosecuted.' After a brief deliberation, we decided to follow the first dirt road we came across. We had trekked for half an hour, when a large car appeared into view. It was robust but clearly not military. Hot ache pulsed through my feet, and my tolerance of wet and cold had been well breached. My girls were of the same mind. We decided stay on the road and gesture for ride. I touched the jewel on my choker, when I saw the driver's face. My mind drew blank, yet I had hurried to him, before he was out of the car. He deserved to be punched, but instead, I allowed him to wrap his arms around me. "I thought..." A lump got stuck in my throat. Undin brushed my hair. "I'll explain it all." Gently, he pushed me off him. "We should get going. This sector isn't entirely safe, despite the surveillance drones." He glanced at the girls. "Are they comi--" "He's one of them!" one of my girls screamed. She lifted a pistol at me and Undin but held the weapon like a dangerous snake. When she pressed the trigger, her wrist jerked. An explosion filled my ears. I barely heard my own scream. The gun fell to the ground. Kater picked the gun up, unloaded it with sure movements and hugged the shivering would-be shooter. Her embrace was tight and resembled a grapple. The other girls broke from their stunned silence, and joined the sobbing hug. I looked Undin all over, but couldn't see any wounds. "Did you hurt her?" I demanded. "No." Undin's jaw was stiff. "Yes, I did. But not directly." My lips quivered. How could I have fallen for such a man? I pressed against him, and strong arms wrapped around me. After the girls calmed down, they decided to accept the ride of fifty kilometres to the closest transport hub. Though the car was big, seven passengers filled it to the brim, and I had to sit on Undin's lap. Not that I minded. Undin started the autodrive, and the car hurled forward. After only a few kilometres, the fatigue hit the girls, all of them fell into fitful sleep. I too was tired, but I had to hear Undin's explanation. His escape hadn't been his plan, but his squad's. They were going to 'frag' him as a syndicate watch dog, but he caught on the plan and explained his own aims to desert. The squad's plan had involved enemy corpses dragged from a hidden grave, spare clothes and a device to deactivate their vital sensors in a way that mimicked explosive trauma. They had dressed the cadavers in their clothes, and blew a shrapnel bomb designed to resemble a drone strike. Undin suspected the men had received help from the base, but he hadn't dared to be nosy about it. After running free, he had begun forming a plan to save me, or so he said. "My heart leaped when your transmitter ping moved into the forest," he said. "I'm sorry I didn't come to get you. I thought you were alone and moving slow to avoid detection. Obviously you knew what you were doing. As far as I knew, barging to find you would have alerted every hostile in the klick radius." He sighed. "I should have added a receiver to your jewel." The utter dismal grief of assuming he was dead bubbled back into my mind. Yet here he was, holding me tightly, like afraid I was about to float away. I accompanied the girls to the transport hub, while Undin waited at the car. All of the girls thanked me, but there was coldness in all of their eyes, except in Kater's. She had her usual morose expression as we exchanged contact information. Kater took my hands, and I tried to smile. She said, "Come with us, Riki. We all need to get away from that life. To unwind and reflect." I glanced at the direction, where Undin stood. I had understood Kater's meaning. The things I knew about Undin weren't particularly admirable. He had been a slaver, was a deserter and would likely remain a mercenary. Men didn't change for love, save in atavistic love tales. But he made me feel like, what I wanted to be. My smile became sincere. "I want to be with him." "Very well. But be careful. And leave the moment he hurts you. Trust me, it will never be worth that." I hurried to Undin's car. I had to get inside, before I could reconsider, but he stopped me. "Riki." Undin held my shoulders. "Think about this first." "So I can blame myself, when you hurt me?" "What, no--" A smirk spread to his face. "You and your impudent coquetry." I grinned at him. "Do you still want me to come with you?" "Of course." "Then let's get going," I snapped. The car hurtled over the highway. Undin let go off the controls and pressed a button. The back seats folded down, and a thick fabric sheet spread to create a bed. "I have an apartment in Peiyen arcomplex," Undin said. "That's two hours drive. We could... catch up." "Really now? I smell like a week in the bushes." Undin grinned. "I don't mind. Your gland upgrades turn the dried sweat and grime into a nice piney scent." "But I do mind. Undin, I want a shower." "Alright. Fine." We stopped at a public camp ground to let me wash myself. The tiny fabricator shop at the site had enough fabric left to make me a clean set of clothes. I was glad to change into them, even if they were frumpy due to the pragmatic styles and lack of dyeing. I looked at the open lake, surrounded my pristine woodland. For the first time in months I was a real person. Not a prisoner. Not a slave. Not a fugitive drudging through guerilla-infested wilderness. Just a girl in a dull gown, one who could choose, what she wanted to do with her life. And what I wanted, was to lie down in the back of the car, while it sped toward Peiyen. The windows had barely dimmed, before I was already out of my new clothes. I mounted Undin and undressed his torso like it was a present. My hand moved down his chest and abdomen to test the hard muscles under the pleasant layer of softness. His cock popped out in full readiness, the moment I opened his trousers. Unlike my clitty, his penis wasn't just a gauge for arousal. It graved to be pushed inside soft things. Because of the period of disuse, my pucker was delightfully resistant. I certainly didn't mind having to work myself down on the cock. Undin's hand explored my yielding flesh, just as I enjoyed his girthy stiffness. I let out a sigh, when my butt sat on his hips. Because I could enjoy, how the hard rod stretched my pucker and compressed my insides, my girly self was validated. Any touch to my clitty would be a less-than-necessary bonus. The man was a captive audience, so I decided to prolong the moment with idle talk. I asked, "Do you still think I'm a whore?" "Huh?" He grinned. "Oh, sure. Here you are, fucking a man who isn't your husband. That's a sin in someone's book." "Would you correct that?" "As in, take you as my wife?" "Yes." I bit my lip. "Even though I'm... a little different." His hand moved to hold my member. Despite the gentle fingertip grip, he could have easily squashed my 'clitty.' I tried not to look too excited. "This tiny thing?" he asked. "It doesn't seem like something a girl couldn't have." A shiver went through me. The idea that my penis could be feminine was silly, but it was so in a way, which made my stomach flutter. He moved his hands to my hips and rubbed my lower belly with his thumbs. "Anyhow, before you trouble yourself with marriage, I need to know, what sort of girl you are. At the Tugist base, I saw only glimpses, but those I did love." "Oh..." I shifted my hips to move the rod inside me. That elicited a grunt from Undin. "Tell me..." I moaned. "About those 'glimpses.'" "Well, for one, you get giddy from being called a girl. That's cute." I let out a moan and rewarded him by moving up and down. "Go on..." "Nah." His grip of my hips tightened. "You talk too much for a slut with a dick up her butt." He lifted me few inches up and slammed me down. I helped him do it again. Our movements lost their grace, until only the misguided and frantic attempts to breed me were left. My breasts wobbled up and down, the heavy and soft flesh slamming into my tender skin. Undin couldn't resist the tantalising motion and groped the other breath with his hand. Despite his passion, the man wasn't oblivious to my needs. His other hand moved back down to fondle my wand. I tried to hold back and enjoy it longer, but the stimulation snapped into an orgasm. Though my pecker had spurted, Undin kept squeezing it while thrusting into me. He grunted with his forceful thrust, while I whined from a mix of discomfort and bliss. I loved it, yet I sighed from relief, when Undin lifted me off his dick. Spent, I collapsed on the man. My throbbing pucker quivered against the seed, which trickled out of me. Undin moved me to his side. We were in no hurry to leave the warmth of each other's body. The weather was chilly and wet outside the window, where the evergreen trees hurled past us. I couldn't know, if I was playing my cards right. But at least now my hand had come from the right deck. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you for reading. I'm not quite sure if my stories set in the not-too-near future involving a botched 'singularity' event are actually in the same setting (some of the technology and the time-frame, at the very least, are iffy). Still, I wanted to write about what the 'lawless regions' mentioned in 'The Valley of Atavism' might be like. All rights are waived on this text, CC0.