The Coded Feminine: Pt. 03

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"No, no Rick I will not agree to this." Lisa's voice came muffled from the other side of the door.

Rick had come up with a rough sketch of a plan to find a cure for my infection. I still didn't understand the whole picture, but I knew Lisa's help would be an instrumental first step.

"Lisa, you are the only one who can get us to the doctor. Even I, don't know where he might be now."

Rickard spoke cold logic as always, but I could sense slight frustration in his tone.

He had told me to stay out of this conversation. And after some push back I relented, knowing now how far back these two knew each other.

So now here I was, sitting cross-legged on the bed and hearing them talking in the main area of the building through that rusty metal door.

I had been hopeful about the conversation at first. I knew Lisa was a powerhouse in the community, and after finding out how Rick and she used to be battle buddies a lifetime ago I had no doubt she was going to say yes without fuzz.

But now...

"Listen man." Lisa sighed.

"If she would really be your daughter, or even a family member..."

My heart started to sink.

"Please don't say what I think you are going to say" I thought.

Lisa continued: "But isn't she just a sissy you met a week ago?"

I swallowed deep. "That is... exactly what I am."

A loud slam slapped me from the sinking thoughts. The shock seemed to rock the hole concrete blocks that made up the house, dust flew in the dusk air.

"LISA!" His voice raised, authority deep in his tone, anger brimming at the edges.

"Do you think me a fool to risk my life and yours for someone that was 'just a sissy'?"

"I don't think you are a fool, Rick. But you have not been the same... for a long time." Lisa answered.

"This is not about Fiah." He interrupted.

"Is it not? I saw that girl. Cute as fuck, but she looks like her in a certain light."

Lisa's voice sounded quieter than before.

"Was she about to just walk away?!" I panicked.

Then I focused on her words: 'Cute as fuck'.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The orange light of sunset bathing my body.

"I know what to do." I decided. And grabbed a pair of scissors.

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Lisa got up from her chair. A frown had sunk on her face, her eyes downcast at Rickard.

"I really wish you the best..."

She grabbed the backrest of the chair with both hands, resting her weight on the dark rustic wood.

Rick's arms were crossed on top of the table, one hand holding his slumped head, already resigning himself to a new plan.

The rusty hinges of a door made both heads swivel around.

Lisa's eyes widened like plates. Rick's jaw dropped to the floor.

"Oh! Hey Lisa!" The voice was the sweetest, most innocent sound to have ever filled that room.

Its owner was a lovely thing, slightly taller than the light switch on the wall. Her bangs neatly falling straight over her eyebrows. The rest of her hair: long, silky and glossy neatly done in two high pigtails.

Her large eyes seemed to glow, the clear color of her irises shining iridescent in the sunset light. Her cheeks blushing bright red under the hazy glow of the room. Her soft, thick lips smiling broad and cheerful.

Lisa's eyes flowed down, and her mouth fell open. Starstruck.

...

I tried to keep my composure. I had made my best effort to greet her with the softest innocence, but as her eyes traced themselves downward, I couldn't help but to feel way too exposed and vulnerable.

The air of the room seemed to lick up through my bare hips and abdomen, making my skin goose up in quick electric spasms all the way up the cropped top, through the base of my soft perky breasts.

...

The girl in front of Lisa appeared like a strange juxtaposition of sexual alure and innocent tenderness.

Her wide hips were barely covered by short, cropped jeans. Inexpertly cut, they rose on her sides and back leaving half of her glutes exposed; slightly jiggling with every movement.

Her abdomen and tight, narrow waist glistening with cold sweat and prickled with goose skin. Exposed all the way to the base of her breasts. Breast which had clearly grown and perked up since the last time Lisa saw them. Nipples hard and poking through the beige shirt, that clearly used to belong to Rick before the alterations.

...

The expression plastered on their faces filled me with a strange sense of pride. I had taken their breath away.

For the first time in months, I felt in almost complete control of the situation. I had to make the most of it.

Lisa was as large as an amazon, her strong feminine figure rippling with muscles and sweat. Barely covered by a cropped tank top and a pair of olive green gargo shorts.

Her hair done in a ponytail undercut, she looked strong and sexy. Lithe and powerful, her lips moist, her gaze was a hawk.

But in this one instant, she was mine.

I lifted myself on the tip of my toes.

"I have to overwhelm her defenses" I thought.

The next two things happened simultaneously. Cheerful and submissive I asked her:

"Can I please you... with a glass of water?"

In between my questions I let my body fall back down to my heels, a slight almost imperceptible motion. But it sent kinetic energy all the way up my body.

My thick fleshy thighs jingled, my thin waist barely shifted but the sheen of sweat in my abs sparkled. But my breasts, now large and perky enough, caught most of the impact.

I could feel every calorie I had invested into acquiring these assets being put to use.

This thing had made me into a display piece. And somehow I knew I was taking my body for all it was worth.

...

A deep sigh filled the room.

Then followed by the soft pats of tiny bare feet hitting bare concrete as the mirage of a girl flowed from the threshold of the back room and into the pantry area where cooking utensils were kept.

She seemed to bounce with every step. So happy and oblivious to the gravity of the conversation that had unfolded before that all the world seemed to shift.

Without thinking about it, Lisa had sat back down on her chair and was now simply staring wide eyed at this creature of perfect flesh twisting around to face the wall and lifting herself on her toes attempting to reach the glasses stored high on the shelf.

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My plan was crumbling around me. And over the silliest detail.

I wished to be the perfect image of service and seduction, my plan of attack carefully laid out in my head. All falling apart now.

Even in the tip of my toes, my back arched and reaching as far as I could; I could not reach the glasses.

Not only that. Not only a small mistake, easily understandable and perhaps fixable by a tiny hop. But I was still over fifteen centimeters away from them. The whole idea of getting to them seemed stupid and unrealistic.

And I had spent far too much time in this charade to make any recovery, still seem elegant and poised.

"Let me help you out with that."

A figure loomed over me, high and mighty. It shadowed my whole body as it reached and pulled down three glass cups and gave them to me.

I instinctively pressed myself slightly against him as his presence filled my senses.

"No, no, he is not the one you are supposed to be seducing!" I thought desperately.

I turned around grabbing the glasses and giving some space between him and me.

"What do you think you are doing?" he whispered in my ear as I walked pass.

I ignored his question and moved to the counter, Reaching for a jug of cold water on the small fridge below.

I was pacing down the small area with three cups balanced in my hands. I placed the three of them on the table and stared directly at Lisa. She felt so large then, even sitting down she was almost eyelevel with me.

Her scent was strong and complex, perfume lingered there, mixed with oils and sweat. It made her feel mysterious.

Her eyes were no longer wide and shocked. She was studying me. Detail registering in every motion around my body.

I would lose the advantage I had gotten soon. She would see through the mirage, and all my confidence would erode away.

"One more step." I thought.

"Looks like I don't have anywhere to sit..." I started saying.

My voice soft and without breaking, I let it linger with less innocence and more purpose than before. Then I looked and pointed at her right leg, slightly bare as the short she wore had crept up to her mid-thigh.

"Do you mind if I sit there?" I ended, smiling devilish up at those hawk-like eyes.

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So here I was, thirty minutes later. My bare butt pressed against her sweaty thigh, hairless, oiled skin rubbing together. As I sat happily on her lap.

She had a hand firmly wrapped around my waist now, holding me tight against her body. Every so often she would look down at my legs, my breasts, my half exposed back. But on the few occasions her gaze and mine connected it was like there was an electric fire exploding in my brain.

None of that tainted pull was there. She was neither sissy nor master as far as I knew. Just a gorgeous and powerful woman directing her attention down to me.

I wondered how I could contain that sexual tension for much longer.

"So, you know he is in Roxburg right? But that place is a maze of alleys and mid-height construction. There are even makeshift bridges between the buildings."

Rick was speaking as if oblivious to what was happening in front of him.

"How are we going to find him in that haystack?" He ended.

Something in that mental picture lit up a part of my mind I had not used for a long time.

I spoke before Lisa could finish forming the sentence she was about to make.

"Drones." I spoke. Almost dozy with the thought.

Both of them turned around to face me.

"How must I look to a couple of hardened ex-soldiers of some Lord's retinue?" I wondered.

The squeaky, girly voice intoned in a cheerful melodical way: "You, big strong sexy knights..."

I looked up at Lisa. Her face just a breath away from mine.

The urge to fall in and kiss her was almost irresistible.

"I might not remember my name. But it seems they haven't erased the rest of my knowledge yet.

I used to be an engineer you know."

I looked up at the roof, attempting to make out the faint ever-present buzzing of the surveillance drones above.

"I helped make quite a few of the eyes up there.

And I still have a few tricks we could use, if we want to use those drones to scry through them."

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I spent the next twenty minutes explaining my methods and what I needed.

Even after trying my best to skirt around the subject; one thing became abundantly clear the more I talked: I would need to go back to my apartment.

I would need to go back into the city.

Lisa's arm gripped me tightly by the end of the conversation.

"I am sorry..." She said looking down at me. Then at Rick, repeating the apology.

"I underestimated you. You are much brighter and more complex than I thought at first."

I looked up at her. Her hawk eyes softened, still full of lust, but now filled with genuine admiration.

"We are going to cure you." She said.

"Oh no..." I thought. "I am in love with this woman too." I realized.

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The next couple of days seemed to fly by.

I was being fed almost obsessively by both Lisa and Rickard. Neither of them was willing to allow me to lose any more of my power and height to the virus.

Rickard had even tasked me with strengthening exercises. Strangely, he only focused on my legs and my stamina.

"You are never going to win a fight with that body. But those thick legs, surely, they can be trained to run and jump better than the average." He had said.

He seemed to take some strange pleasure in watching me work, especially under the sun, even more if he was working his smithy right in front.

The rhythmic beating of his hammer seemed to count my reps.

*Ding*

"One."

*Ding*

"Two"

*Ding*

"Twenty-eight"

*Ding*

"Fifty!"

I was panting on the red dirt of the open smithy, sweat dripping from my body. My thighs and ass burning in pain.

I felt his hands grabbing my ankles and lifting them up.

He was looming over me, over six feet of lean muscle, coal dust, and sweat.

I was putty on his hands.

He started shaking my legs softly, the vibrations loosening my muscles.

"I am very proud of you. You were like a bunny with those powerful legs of yours." He smiled.

"Was he trying to make a joke?" I wondered.

This awkward, formal man. "Has he ever really made a joke before?"

But he was proud of me.

In the days since I had met him, he had not lied once. If he said he was proud, he was.

"Are they really strong?" I jokingly asked.

His force and swiftness caught me off-guard. Perhaps he meant it innocently, or perhaps he was just looking for an excuse.

He quickly moved closer and had wrapped my right inner thigh in his large hand, then gave the fleshy, fat and recently muscled extremity a good long squeeze.

His face contorted pleasingly into a grin.

"You are thick!"

The overly formal man was nowhere to be seen. His face was glee and lust and pride, all mixed together.

I let a sweet little 'Ouch' escape my lips. Instinctively moving my arms closer to my chest, appearing both surprised and receptive in one move.

My legs falling to rest in a pose as if begging him:

"Grab me harder." I heard a whisper in my mind.

His eyes loomed over mine, his whole body nearly on top of mine now.

"Rick..." I heard myself sigh.

Then I turned my face slightly sideways. Just another movement trying to expose myself as submissive and available for him.

But he saw something else. Something in the curve of my mouth, the angle of my jaw.

He seemed to snap away from the dream.

"I am sorry F-... I am sorry." He stumbled back, slowly reforming his walls.

He stood again in like at the top of his own fortress.

"I should not have done that." He said in that cold, familiar, stilted tone.

I was frustrated and angry.

"I am not Fiah, Rick." I whispered.

Try to make my low volume account for the harshness of the words.

They seemed to strike them just the same.

"Who are you then?" He said striking back at me.

"You still don't have a name I can call you. Who is it that you wish to be? How can I think about you without thinking about my sister if I don't even have an identity for you in my head?

Do you expect me to be calling you 'Bunny' forever?" He said coldly and then stomped away.

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Tomorrow would be the last day before our trip into the city. The last moment to make sure everything was ready.

And I still did not even have an identity to cling to.

"What will I do about this?" I wondered when I fell asleep.

The slow fade of the dream consumed me.

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The shattered fragments of the wedding ring shimmered on the ground, not like jewels, but like cold, sharp splinters of ice, reflecting the sickly, luminous pink mist that pulsed beyond the colossal white doors of the temple.

This was a threshold of profound, terrifying transformation, where faint moans and whimpers had previously ushered in a new reality. Yet, the familiar dread was now laced with an almost perverse comfort, a strange sense of inevitability that settled deep in my gut.

I was no longer floating, but standing, my body feeling impossibly tiny and exquisitely fragile.

The air, humid and scented, licked at his skin, a sensation both familiar and terrifyingly intimate. The great white doors, which had once seemed to offer passage into a known space, now revealed not a simple room, but an unfathomable abyss, its maw open wide.

This was the black dome I had glimpsed before, oily and thick, but now its true nature unfolded before me: a gargantuan spiral, coiling downwards into unseen depths like the maw of a monstrous beast.

The spiral seemed to curve around the perimeter of the great black dome that was the temple. Dark and cavernous, the echoes of faint moaning distorted by the unfathomable geometry of the space.

The curve of the path seemed to be swallowed in darkness and I could not see the other edge of the abyss that was in front of me. Only repeating ledges carved into polished black stone made me conclude the spiral architecture of the temple.

Hundreds of curves going downwards, slowly drifting into the unseen.

The rhythmic thrumming of moans, primal and ritualistic, echoed from within this vast, descending vortex, a sound that twisted and amplified the relentless drone of machinery from the waking world.

Below, indistinct forms writhed, naked silhouettes against the darkness and candlelight.

A profound urge to please stirred within me, battling against the fading embers of shame and guilt. It was an insidious current, pulling me forward, down the spiraling path.

I wanted to fight it, to stomp my foot and rail against these alien, intrusive thoughts, but my legs felt heavy, pliant, responsive to this overwhelming pull. This descent was more than physical; it was a metaphorical surrender, a willing diminishment of my former self.

As I began my reluctant descent, the sheer scale of the structure became terrifyingly clear. The spiral was immense, its black, polished surface reflecting the sickly pink light in distorted streaks, making the path seem endless. The air grew heavier, warmer, clinging to me like a second skin, carrying the intoxicating scent of flowers, vanilla, and cinnamon -- the lingering aroma of my own willing corruption.

I felt a growing sense of vulnerability and exposure. The nakedness of my body penetrating deep into my soul.

I didn't travel far down the immense spiral, perhaps only a few turns from the initial great white doors. The descent was still relatively near the entrance, a stark, deliberate choice within my dreaming mind. There, carved into the curving wall of the abyss, almost an oversight given the temple's colossal scale, was a small, unassuming opening. It wasn't a grand chamber, but a mere alcove.

The light here was dim, flickering from unseen candles, casting dancing shadows that mimicked the rhythmic pulsing in the air. This was where the transformation would deepen, not at the bottom of the spiral, but along its initial, crucial turns.

It was as if my dream was asserting that the most profound changes often begin not in the ultimate depths of despair, but in the insidious whispers that echo near the surface, where the choice, however clouded, could still feel my own.

From the oppressive shadows of the alcove, a towering silhouette materialized -- the very sissy who had first infected me, now appearing as a magnified, terrifyingly beautiful entity.

She was the Goddess my corrupted mind now craved to serve.

Her features were sharper, her eyes glowing with an intoxicating blend of power and desire, reflecting the intense hunter glare she had fixed upon me before. Her voice, or rather a deep, resonant hum, vibrated through my very core, a sound that twisted and amplified the melodic chime of my own feminized voice into a silent, desperate acquiescence.

"You wished to be barren."

The hum resonated, a statement of fact that pierced through me, acknowledging my earlier lament and my desire to discard the ring.

"You wished to discard the ring, to sever the old connections."

The Goddess' face twisted into a rueful smile.

"Now, you are empty, ready to be filled."

It was a pronouncement of my internal state, a void I had perhaps unconsciously sought, now presented as an opportunity for new sensation.

The urge to please intensified, a sickening, yet strangely irresistible, pull. I wanted to resist, to find purchase and fight, but my body was heavy, pliant, already in acquiescence.

This was the ultimate surrender, the willing diminishment of my very being. I was no longer fighting for a lost cause but increasingly becoming a vessel for the will of the one who had initiated my downfall. This was not the end of my identity, but a profound redefinition of it, a shift in my very core that felt both imposed and strangely desired.

The Goddess extended a hand, her long, dark claws not threatening, but inviting, a symbol of absolute dominance. My hand, delicate and powerless, reached out, offering itself limp and weak, compelled by an invisible force. As our fingers intertwined, a chain locked deep inside my mind, not with a painful snap, but with a soft click, like a final, irreversible decision.

I felt the metaphorical weight of a collar, the promise of utter obedience, settling around me. My vision blurred with tears -- tears of shame, of loss, but also of a horrifying acceptance.

"You have lost your name."

The Goddess purred, the sound seeping into my consciousness like sweet, poisoned honey.

"Your old song is broken. But a new song awaits you. A song born of submission, refined by desire."

A new identity, one that would be defined by this emerging reality, rather than a complete erasure.

A familiar ache spread from my core, a stretch, a fullness. It was the phantom presence of her cock, a consuming emptiness that promised perverse pleasure while denying true climax.

My throat burned with a familiar soreness, a testament to past worship, and the sensations were increasingly indistinguishable from the pleasure promised.

"You are no longer who you were."

The voice commanded, resonating deeply within me.

"You are the Song of My will. You are... the essence of regret, of acceptance, of surrender."

I heard a whimpering moan, and the sound that escaped my lips was not the voice of a man, not even a boy, but as feminine as the voice of the woman conquering me. It was a sound of profound internal yielding, not of complete despair, but of my spirit bending to a new, powerful force.

In that moment of complete, agonizing surrender, a name rose unbidden from the depths of my being, a name that perfectly captured, twisted reality, my profound sadness, and the bitter acceptance of my fate.

It wasn't a name given to me by the Goddess, but one I claimed for myself, born of my new, complex existence. This was my own choice within the confines of my unraveling identity, a name that reflected the deep sorrow for my lost self yet also acknowledged the strange new path I was on.

I whimpered it, the sound catching in my transformed throat, a sigh of my broken soul, infused with a nascent sense of who I was becoming.

"I am... Rue."

The sweet pink light enveloped me as a warm bath; I felt truly complete in this new form.

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"Are you really sure?" Lisa raised an eyebrow.

"Is it because of what I said yesterday?" Rickard exclaimed, his face twisted with worry.

I looked down at my body. Today I had decided to wear a short yellow sundress. My thighs poking out and bulging as I sat on them. My small fragile shoulders bare and my breast clearly exposed. Not even requiring a bra underneath to lift them now.

"But I had decided to wear this." I thought.

"It felt right..." I spoke.

Both as an acceptance of the name and as an acceptance of my new tastes.

Somehow it seemed correct. Exposed and bare as I was in this revealing dress, anything else seemed to feel forced, artificial.

I would have to get used to the feeling of being vulnerable, exposed, to be seen. Anything less felt more than awkward now.

"Ok... Rue." Lisa sighed.

"Somehow, looking at you now... that name suits you perfectly. It goes with your eyes." She said.

"My eyes?" I asked. Never having paid too much attention to them after the transformation.

"Your eyes are lovely and large. But even when you smile, they look a bit... Rueful."

She ended up with a slight giggle. Trying to lighten the mood of her words.

"Try feeling completely happy after someone steals your identity." I thought.

Instead, I said: "I know you mean well. Thanks for complementing them."

In the past few days we spent preparing for our outing, I got to know Lisa a bit better. She seemed almost the opposite of Rickard sometimes: Always boisterous and flashy with words and actions. Her appetite for excitement and sexuality seemed to never end.

It also seemed as if Rickard knew very well that neither her nor me could resist the sexual impulses when they were presented and he seemed adamant that I did not spend any more time with her alone, than what was absolutely necessary.

Even still she had managed to grope and spank me more than a few times, and even once I had ended up completely naked in front of her.

I thought at that moment that she would laugh at my dick or be disappointed or something.

But no. She had just said. "I will make you moan like a good little girl."

That time it was not Rickard that interrupted us but rather one of my now very infrequent cramps of transformation.

By the time the minute of hell had ended I was in her arms and quickly being carried into her kitchen for some calories and water, and the mood had gone into the wind.

...

Now both of them sat, statuesque as always. Me, feeling like a child sitting at the adult table as they loomed over me.

Luckily, I could still keep up with their conversation and even offer more than my share of expertise.

"Ok... So the problem, Rue." Rickard continued as if nothing had happened.

"Is that we are going to encounter many of your hunters on the way." He spoke.

I remembered, all those sissies dressed in black and neon. Their intent clear as they hunted more and more of the weak, failed men, and forced their 'sweet' corrupting nectar on us.

I shook my head, trying to force down the slight pleasure those thoughts brought.

"I... I don't feel so different mentally from when I arrived. But I have no way to know if I became weaker against them. I might go chasing after them as soon as I see them for all that I know." I spoke.

"That is not a risk we can take, then." Rick ended. The plan was falling apart before it even started.

"We will have to think about another way to get you what you need without you leaving..." He was saying. But Lisa's voice quickly interjected.

"Ha! I love having some insight that you don't Rick." Cried Lisa, almost slamming her palm on the table.

Her biceps twitching with excitement as she spoke. The strong angle of her jaw, perfectly matching the smile on her red lips.

I sat there looking up at that beautiful hawk, waiting for her to turn her eyes, swoop down and devour me.

"If you know something, say it." Rick cut in.

"Sha! You are no fun." She reached in, close to my ear.

Rick leaned in as well. Both of their faces resting above my forehead.

"Sissies... full sissies have deeply ingrained rules." She said.

I could sense the outline of a few of them as I probed my inner mind.

"One of them. They respect the property of a Master." She ended.

I searched deep. It was true: If I tried to imagine trying to seduce another in the presence of a Master. I couldn't even form the image; it was literally unthinkable.

"Its true." I said robotically.

"You feel it already?" Lisa turned her face into a worried stare, akin to Rick's a moment ago.

"Yes. Yes, I feel it ok? Leave it at that. How do you plan on using it?" I tried to sound angry.

But I realized by their faces I might have looked like a pouting girl.

She took a deep breath and stared down at me with hungry eyes.

"I have a collar that will look absolutely lovely on your neck." She promised.

I swallowed deep.

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I took one last look at the clearing where I had spent the last two weeks: The rusty metal roofs, the bare concrete walls. The Smithy, the community center. The ever-present red dirt that dusted every exposed surface.

These places now feel safer than anywhere else in the world. A picture of abject poverty that somehow looked more inviting than any other glistening glass building in the city center.

It was all thanks to the two looming figures that flanked me: That huge formal man, full of walls and logic; that beautiful energetic amazon that loved every new adventure.

In their shadow I felt both child and lover. Girl and wife.

I had learned to cook for Rickard, to clean and organize his space. I had learned where Lisa's knots were in her back after a long day's work, and how to massage them away.

And both had learned that I wasn't just any girl, I could be smart when they needed it, disciplined where they required it, obedient... always.

Now as I stared into the mouth of the main street out of the clearing, I found myself wanting to grab their hands.

"A child holding mommy and daddy as she crossed the street." I thought.

But I couldn't do that. I wasn't a child, I was a sissy, and the thing securing myself to them would not be my hands.

I stood now in that street feeling the cold air of dawn light over my exposed legs.

Every detail of this day had been planned, including what I would be wearing.

Neither of them were feeling confident with posing as an actual Master, we still had too many unknowns.

"Was there a hidden signal that Masters displayed?"

In the end they decided to pose as what they were: Military men.

Both of them sported military jackets, pants and boots. Not sporting any insignia or rank but rather attempting to pass as hidden operators escorting an owned sissy.

That left me: the owned sissy.

I was standing a meter in front of Rickard and a meter behind Lisa. My legs completely bare and glistening with oil, shiny, thick and surprisingly strong looking, for how few days I had actually been training.

On my feet a pair of shoes that were expertly camouflaged: On the outside they appeared 'Lolita' black with a large pink bow at the back of the ankles. But on the inside, they were particularly comfortable, a moderately sized heel, soft rubber sole and a heavy treaded pattern that made them almost like disguised all terrain boots.

Above my legs and barely covering my crotch was a tiny black microskirt, flared and pleated like a schoolgirl's. A conscious decision to call attention to my large ass and wide hips while letting me have a completely free range of movement.

Thankfully my torso, breasts and arms were not as heavily exposed: A white bodysuit clung tight underneath, breathable and light; but above it was a thick cotton hoodie.

The jacket made me feel as if I was being permanently hugged by a plushie.

But it had another function other than keeping me safer from the cold and the elements: it was reversible. Outside sported a bright pale pink that matched the bows on my shoes. Inside it was deep matte black.

The bows in my feet could quickly be discarded as well. Stealth in the guise of cuteness.

Even thou we had taken all these precautions, one thing made me feel much better than all the rest:

Locked tight around my neck, and tied to Lisa's hand by a thin black leash was a Leather collar. Thick and black it wrapped my throat. Its constant pressure making me feel strangely safe and secure.

That was the best we could do against the advances of those waiting hunters outside.

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The city seemed coated in a dull fog, the sunrise's pink haze had turned into orange glow by the time we got into the city proper. Neon signs lit up the fog and the black asphalt glowed with wetness from the night's drizzle.

We walked in our little formation across the streets, ignoring the buzzle of the early morning: the few breakfast shops already open and selling whatever produce or meal they had managed to scrap up.

The few cleaning robots that patrolled this far away from the city center, already deep in their tasks. A few beggars turning their sights up at us as we walked past.

"When was the last time you came out to the city?" I hear Rickard whisper to Lisa.

"The day before yesterday. We aren't all recluses like you and Rue." She answered.

"Did it always feel this empty?" He asked.

"Is it the time?" I whispered.

As I glanced around, it felt that the city had been emptied out. Perhaps the hour had everyone still in their houses.

"No Rue. Rick is right... it is getting emptier and emptier."

"Are... they fleeing?" I asked as I stared at a skinny, dirty thing in a corner. Bones, blemishes and hunger. He looked to be in extremis.

"That... or the bots are cleaning up more than just trash and dirt." Said Lisa, cold as if she hadn't suggested someone taking corpses away every night.

I swallowed.

"What is the Lord thinking?" I wondered out loud.

Immediately the dull pain of guilt stabbed me in the back.

-"You shouldn't think that way of the Lords."- A clear order echoed in my brain. Another one of those hidden rules.

Rickard tisked. "The Lords have never cared for anyone under their mantle."

Lisa remained silent, but she nodded her head with approval.

-"That isn't true, they have a plan."- My mind spoke.

I felt a wall against logic. Still thin and permeable but forming brick by brick inside my brain. I forced myself to cross it.

"I think it's they who developed this 'virus'" I said.

Lisa stopped to look back down at me. "What makes you say so?"

I didn't want to admit it out loud. I didn't want to make it more real than it already was. But they needed to know, if they were really going to help me.

"I feel purpose shaping my mind..."

I started saying as we kept walking. My head down and submissive, trying to stay within my role in this charade.

"It's something that had been bothering me before...

The one who infected me told me about a rough timeline for my full transformation."

I felt Lisa's eyes again directing themselves backwards to me, I knew Rick would be hearing like an owl.

"Five months she had given me. If I don't expose myself any more to it.

Only four and a half now." I paused.

The calendar in my head seemed to reach a dark abyss on that not-so-distant date.

"We will have fixed it by then." Rick said, as if it was just another fact of life.

"Yeah...

But what has been bothering me was this: In two weeks I am already turned into a sissy, right? I mean; Look at me."

Lisa looked back once more, I knew she couldn't see anything else than a beautiful girl.

I continued: "So then what is left for me to say my transformation ended?

I think it's that thing inside my mind.

That purpose.

I feel its commands, still fuzzy and distant. A hint, an outline. But I didn't sense them a week ago."

"Rue..." Lisa said.

"I... feel walls being built, chains being forged. I know their silhouettes.

I don't mind this body, really, I don't. It's beautiful, and I feel lighter with these powerful legs that Rick helped me build than I have ever felt in my old body." I looked back at him. A slight hint of pride and love in his eyes.

"But I don't want to be a prisoner in my own mind." I ended.

I imagined how it could be: Outside a servile, sexual object. Inside a screaming, begging soul, chained and trapped, desperate inside those thick invisible walls.

"We need to find a way out." I said, determined to not be just another passive agent in my own demise.

"Why do you think it's the Lords?" Lisa asked.

"I think she is right Lisa. But still, Rue, what information have you glimpsed in those rules?" Rick asked.

I felt another deeper wall, as if this line of questioning went deeply against my programming.

"That was the clue!" I realized.

"Its still not formed already, hints of ideas rather than fully fledged Axioms inside my mind. But if I try to put this foreign feeling into words..." I fell quiet.

I knew just speaking the words could be dangerous. But it might be valuable information to have later.

"I am sorry... They are going to sound..." I sighed and closed my eyes.

My steps now guided by the leash and by the two forms flanking me.

The pull in my collar served as a focus, an aid in meditation towards those sinful ideas.

" I am worthless. I am an object. I am happy to be used." I heard the words inside my mind and repeated them into the wind automatically.

Lisa gasped. But I felt a strange aura of pleasure around her expression.

"The Lords are my Gods, the own me." I repeated as the idea formed in my head.

I could sense Rick's growing anger.

"In this world there are only Gods and things. Those who are neither must be turned into things or cease to be." This idea was still far inside my mind, recalling it forced terrible energy from my body.

The last Axiom was barely there, a foggy mist deep in my brain. But after focusing on it a faint image formed in my mind: A pair of broken things laying in the ground, once a powerful woman, once a powerful man, now only a failed man and a mindless bimbo remained. And me in the center, happily smiling up at my Lord. Another command fulfilled.

I opened my eyes wide and stopped on my tracks. The leash nearly brought me to the ground as Lisa stopped surprised.

I glanced at both of them.

"You... no..." I whispered.

Such beautiful, strong humans.

"You should get rid of me and leave this city." I said.

"Are you going crazy Rue?" Lisa asked.

Rick simply stared.

"I know... what the virus will make me do, in the end." I said.

"It will make me betray you."

I saw them now clearly in my head. Not as how they are, but as how they might one day be: Beautiful, weak, broken little things. Pathetic and submissive, toys for our Lord.

"You will not do that Rue." Rick said.

"Rick... you don't understand." I said.

In my mind I saw both of them kissing the huge balls of our Master, cum and spit coating their feminine, sexualized faces.

"I... already feel pleasure, thinking about it." I ended.

-"The three of us will be so happy"-

...

...

...

It was almost thirty minutes of walking until we were deep into the maze of streets and alleys that made up my neighborhood. I knew how far away the clearing was from my house, by heart I had travelled those streets just a few weeks ago. But now the journey seemed like a dangerous adventure, a quest into unexplored territory.

And here were the dangers.

I had seen a few of them in the distance for a couple of blocks now. Fewer than in the last two weeks: Slim, sexual shapes standing by a corner in packs of two or threes.

Even they seemed to have gone away somewhat. In the few miles between the clearing and this district we had encountered barely a dozen and spaced so far apart that we had been able to keep a safe distance from them.

A faint click from the nails of Rick had served as an alarm the first time. Barely audible to anybody not within just a few breaths.

I kept walking with my head down, it felt safe, natural. I much rather follow these strong soldiers blindly than fend for myself in this state.

But that small click had made me lift my eyes from Lisa's boots landing two meters ahead.

A beautiful pale redhead, hips wide and fertile, thick thighs full of stored calories. Even her cheeks were fleshy.

On her neck was a thick latex collar with a neon red band of glowing material. Her breasts barely covered by two triangular pieces of latex that seemed to only cover the pink of her nipples.

Her whole body rippled with an oily glow.

For some reason, I imagined with beautiful voluptuous slave serving as a nurse to a Lord's offspring. Black lips being fed by that pale glistening skin.

The pull on my leash made me fall away from the light trance her visage had put me under. A deep dull sinful pleasure lingered in my stomach.

"How was it?" Lisa whispered when we were far away from those hunter's eyes.

"So... I didn't run off to my doom. So that's good." I mumbled jokingly.

I ended: "But the pull, the images. They are strong."

"We have to be careful." Rick said.

It was now almost two miles farther into the city where I saw the first clusters of hunters. The space between our little group and theirs, started closing fast.

Before I could recognize we were in the small maze of streets, by the entrance of a couple alleys were pairs and trios of sissies. Like hungry buzzards waiting for easy prey.

I glanced around behind me to find Rick 'clearing corners' with his eyes.

"Lisa must be doing the same ahead." I thought

Somehow the trip started feeling like a pack of animals, two adults and a weak child being flanked and protected from the hyenas.

As we turned right by a tight corner around a large industrial building I felt Lisa yanking hard on my leash, pulling me further away from the wall. I felt the jolt in my bones, cold and then ice cold as I realized what she was trying to avoid:

Tall as Lisa and just a few breaths from me was a pair of women. Muscular and glistening as if covered with dew. Their bodies black as night, their lips thick glossy with black lipstick, a slick valley of delicious tar.

Their bodies were covered by a pair of bodysuits made from white latex and black trim. By their midline a large zipper cut from the crotch all the way up to their bellybuttons.

A huge pair of silhouettes hinted at massive cocks straining up at the latex. Latex so tight and thin that even veins could be imagined in those glistening shapes.

"Big... black... cock..." I heard inside my mind.

I found myself weak.

They towered above me just like Lisa and Rick did, but these two twins made from black marble were like living statues. Symbols of dark power.

I felt smaller in front of them than ever before.

My eyes were at the level of their navels. Just a glance lower and I would be at the level of their cocks.

"I just need to open my mouth, and..." I was thinking.

I felt wicked smiles drawing themselves on those gorgeous robots. Their hands starting to reach forth.

"Take me..." I could hear whispers inside my mind.

A shadow came closer from behind. The loud thunder of a voice. A command from above:

"Step back! She is not yours to play with!" I heard him shout as he stood between those towers of sin and my hungry mouth.

I felt another yank on my collar. And then another.

"Wake up!" I heard. But not from Lisa or Rickard, it was coming from another voice inside me.

I listened to it.

Soon we had moved away from them, the low fog of pleasure lingered in my soul but now my survival instincts took over once again.

We ran.

...

Another hour and a half and we were inside my once familiar apartment. A place where I had lived ever since the first purge in my lab nearly eight years ago.

Now it seemed so alien. Small for home but huge compared to my memories.

The table, taller than before, seemed larger and thicker. The window was set much higher than it used to be. And I couldn't even search for the freezer compartment in my fridge without a stool or heels now.

"This... feels like aging in reverse." I said to no one in particular.

"Is it still bad manners to ask a woman their age in this context?" Lisa said, then added: "Don't answer, if you are older than me, I really don't want to know."

I let out a short giggle and said: "Your sense of humor always helps you know."

"I thought mine was good enough." Said Rick. A hint out of character for him, smiling at me.

His comment made me frown, but I smiled politely before saying: "I must really look in distress if you are trying to make jokes now."

He looked at me deadpan and gave me a thumbs up.

Rick and Lisa sat down on the small couch in my living area as I rummaged through my old things.

Books, tablets, USB-X drives, drone parts; all the memories of a life lost so long ago. Finally, I got my prize.

I came back from the room holding the old skeleton of a drone and a small tablet with two antennas sticking out.

"So... if I understand correctly." Lisa started as she stood up. A large figure of amazon power and glistening confidence. "You are going to... clone that drone?"

I stood there as she closed the distance and grabbed the caseless drone from my hands. Her scent of oil and perfume penetrating my consciousness.

It took me a moment after a long intentional breath to answer.

"Sort of, yes." I started. "The cybersec on the swarm is incredibly tight, there is no way to tap into their cameras without getting found out."

For a single instant the sight of police robots filled my imagination, but this time accompanied by half a dozen black hunter sissies we saw outside.

"I almost want to be found out." I thought.

"What we are going to do is to isolate single drones, one by one. And switch them." I said.

"Huh?" She exclaimed.

"Haha." I laughed and found myself getting enough confidence in my worth to take a few steps closer to Lisa and flaunt my cutest smile towards her.

"We are going to make the hive mind believe that the drone they own is this one." I grabbed it and gave it a little shake in Lisa's hands.

"This drone is special, the swarm will believe its GPS and camera, but it will be flying a virtual route and feeding false imagery."

I winked at Lisa, her mouth slightly gaped and her eyes filling up with more and more of... hunger?

I felt the psychic pressure of her gaze and it made me take a step back, shrinking again into the submissive role.

"Meanwhile we can use their drones as eyes, flickering through several drones per hour to find our man." I finished. Now with a much more servile tone in my speech.

"It is great luck that you are so resourceful, Rue." Rick said nonchalant. "It will probably cut the search from days to hours, and we won't have to expose ourselves nearly as much."

"Agreed." Said Lisa, at first equally as professional as before. But then she leant in and patted my head softly. "You have been a very good girl."

I nearly cooed with excitement. Only Rickard's presence and jealous glare managed to reign it in and only a broad smile drew itself on my mouth.

Rickard rolled his eyes. "Lisa..."

"Hey!" She said turning back, her hand remaining on my head. "If you are going to fuck her, fuck her; If not, let me be. I am just trying to give this girl what she deserves."

"Please... Give me what I deserve." I mouth silently, staring lovingly up at her. She missed it as she was concentrating on Rick.

"I am just trying to keep us alive and free willed." He said raising his arms.

He seemed poised to take this discussion all the way to its conclusion, but then he stood and started for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked worried.

"I don't want him to be mad at me." I felt the tug of childish emotions in my brain. "Was that also regressing into its teenage form?"

"Rue, you know what is next." He said stoic, forcing a smile down to me. "We need to find a secure base in Roxburg from where we can perform the search. And we need a secure route to that base."

"Right." I answered, feeling a little silly. We had gone through the whole plan. Now one of them was to search for the safest route into Roxburg. Only forty-five minutes walking but even before the sissyapocalypse that area had been notoriously violent and dangerous.

It seemed Rick had decided to be the one going.

Now I was worried about him.

"Why don't both of you go?" I asked.

"Your phone with your GPS location was here; all your information says that you were here. And more importantly, many people saw us coming here, many hunters." Said Lisa.

"Plus, this is the kind of thing I used to love doing, back when I was inside." Rick said, seeming wholly truthful.

"Are you sure?" I asked looking at Lisa.

"You don't know Rick. Don't underestimate him like I underestimated you." She answered.

Rick locked the door behind him as he left.

I was left with a sinking feeling. "I didn't even say goodbye. What if..."

"Whatever happens happens. He knows what he is doing. Don't worry so much about it." She reached in and moved a few strands of hair from my face.

"I much rather see you happy." She whispered

She crept closer towards me. I was sitting on my small couch, and she had taken seat on the arm rest. Towering above me as always but now perched on that high ground as if setting up an ambush.

The deep red of her hair sideswept over her left eye, piercing blue. Her intense focus made me squirm.

"What... what are you doing Lisa?" I meekly asked as I pressed my legs together.

I saw her eyes shifting from mine, to the sight of my fleshy thighs getting bunched up against each other.

"Rick just charged me with keeping you safe..." she started. "What better way to make sure you stay here than giving you something to do?"

"Oh... Lisa." I sighed. The voice soft and breathy.

Her strong hand with talon-like nails moved itself over my face, rubbing from the back of my ear and down my jawline, all the way to my chin. Where it secured itself steadily.

"I love how your voice sounds when it whispers my name." She lifted my face up towards her, almost making me look right up and into heaven, where she hovered above me.

"Say it again... little Rue." She commanded. I could see moist saliva coating her red lips.

I held myself breathless. I wanted to please her in everything. I loved how this beautiful woman wanted to take and own me. I would do anything to make her smile with those beautiful red lips.

I whispered. "Lisa..."

She sealed my lips with hers. I submitted willingly to that luscious mouth.

I felt her aroma, that complex scent full of musk and flowers, oils and grease. A mix of feminine power. Soft domination.

I felt a hand flowing down my neck. Gripping around it. Nearly enclosing it completely. Then I fell the talons, digging softly on the skin.

"I am her prey." I meekly accepted in my mind as her tongue invaded my mouth and mine spread wide to allow it inside.

It invaded and coated my mouth with her spit, it forced itself down and I sucked on it gleefully.

It had been so long since I could exercise this sexual part of my soul, and now it was being fully set loose. I was overjoyed.

Her strong hand lifted me by the neck, and she broke her kiss with mine. A web of spit formed itself between our mouths. She brought me to stand before her, gasping for breath.

"Undress for me, my pet." She commanded.

Her mouth was wet and juicy. Her jacket already discarded, her breast were glistening with sweat under that black sports bra. Her abs rippling with strength as she took deep breaths.

I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. She wanted me wholly exposed and vulnerable. My true form laid bare.

I thought about that tiny thing between my legs. "What could I even do with it?

A flicker of fear and shame shot through my mind.

"But I have been given an order." A voice whispered.

I stood infront of that amazon as she stared down at my whole body. Her gaze penetrating my skin.

I raised my hands to the zipper of my hoodie, slowly drawing it down. The cold lick of air grazed my body as the sheer white bodysuit revealed itself.

A smile formed on her lips.

The hoodie fell to the floor around my shoes.

The skintight piece clung to all my curves, and its sheer white cotton was see through enough so that she could figure out the shape and color of my nipples.

I looked down for a moment to find huge round breasts, perking up and nipples hard and erect. Sending tingles of pleasure to my brain.

The bodysuit was barely covering up to the area of my nipples. Everything above was completely exposed.

"The skirt now." She said.

The skirt was a mockery of a real skirt. It barely covered the bulge in my crotch and an inch or so below that. A wide thigh gap was clearly visible. A weird geometry was formed when extremely wide hips met thick fleshy thighs:

Right below my crotch was a space where the thighs would not meet, a small triangular area where a gap would form. Quickly sealed by both of my fat thighs as they rubbed together.

She was staring right at the apex of that triangle now. And wanted it to be revealed in its entirety.

Another pang of shame hit me.

I wished that I could offer her a strong hard bulge, something to show her just how excited I was to be with her. To be her plaything

Instead, as I lowered my skirt and let it fall down my legs I saw only flatness. A smooth mound in the sheer cotton. Only a wet patch right in the center revealed the presence of any genitals whatsoever.

I expected her to frown, to say something at least. Instead, she simply stood up. Her head a foot and a half above my eyes. And grabbed me by my hair with one hand.

"I can't resist any more." She whispered between deep ragged breaths. "I must make you mine."

I felt a pair of fingers now, strong and gentle exploring my navel, and quickly moving down.

They found something, something soft, something tiny, something shameful. But they found it, their fingertips pressed and rubbed against that most hidden and shrunken head.

Electric fire flowed through the small of my back and all the way up to my mouth where it coalesced into a moan.

"Oooohhhh" A satisfied moan. An obedient gesture of surrender.

My arms went limp beside my body. She had hit a spot that served almost as a reset button and suddenly I was putty in her hands.

I felt the thin strings that held up that white bodysuit fall. My eyes closed as I let myself get swallowed into her scent. Meanwhile she kept rubbing that flaccid head. A bean flicked and rubbed in her fingertips.

I remembered what she had said, and found an idea to please her better: "Lisaaah..." I moaned.

And repeated as she kept torturing me, the bodysuit falling inch by inch from my chest and abdomen. "Lisa..... Lisa..."

She stopped torturing my head for just a moment and I opened my eyes. I was wholly naked, skin covered in goose bumps.

I looked down and found myself aghast: A thin trail of precum webbed her fingers and connected with something in my crotch. "But... what is that?"

Even if my dick had shrunk and might remain mostly flaccid, this was not at all how it normally looked like: Mostly flat skin formed what would be a mound in a woman. In the middle of the crotch where there usually was the base of the shaft was a tiny, half inch hole.

The whole was covered with equally pale skin as the rest of my body, and in the very center of it a tiny pink bean was present. A wet puddle of precum formed around it.

The vision was even more horrifying as I saw how below that patch, there was nothing else. No balls to speak of.

Even with my mind half drowning in sinful pleasure I was shocked.

"What is this?!" I gasped.

"You know Rue, you are adorable." A sweet loving smile shone on her visage.

I looked at her perplexed and then back to my near featureless genitals.

"I will show you why you look like that." She started unbuttoning her pants and then stopped. Her eyes shone like hunters for a moment.

"You know what. KNEEL." She commanded.

I didn't even register the order until I felt the pain from my knees hitting the ground. I had fallen so suddenly and so automatically that even my breast hurt as they bounced with the gravity of the planet.

Something had changed at that moment. After seeing what was between my legs something had clicked within Lisa, just as submission clicked within my soul. Something dark.

A wicked smile drew on her face once again. "Aren't you a good little girl?"

"Yes I am." I found my voice answering automatic. "I am a good little girl."

"That part of your programming Ill endeavor to reinforce. Here is your prize." She said as she effortlessly unleashed her sports bra and released those massive breasts.

She was a powerhouse truly, even her breast, large and with a slight soft sag, shone with power. Her slightly dark brown nipples and large areolas seemed able to feed a whole town.

Her slightly tanned skin, unblemished, was now completely uncovered else for her pants, which she swiftly removed.

"This is why you are shrunken and castrated right now."

She threw her pants to the side and stood bare from head to toe. Those powerful muscular legs molded to perfection ended in a beautiful pelvis. Her crotch was crowned with a magnificent hairless pussy, moist and dripping.

I realized now. Her clit erect and engorged, was larger than my shrunken and hidden head.

"You will never be able to show yourself to a real woman again." She said as she spread her lips and showed me the delicious pink wetness inside.

"This is the very first law written into your soul. Isn't it?" She asked almost rhetorically and then commanded. "Show me yours"

I understood what she wanted. I adopted a similar posture, slightly bringing my hips forward to better show myself to her. Then copied the motion she had done with her gorgeous pussy: I brought two fingers to the edges of the hole where my own clit resided and unhooded it.

A flat button, barely half an inch wide and unable to rise a single millimeter over the rest of my skin.

I remembered the dream.

"I am a barren, sterile lie. I will never breed a woman." I surrendered the words to her.

I saw her biting her lower lip, squirming with the sinful pleasure of sadistic dominance.

"And what use could I even have for you then... little sterile pet?" She cooed. "What can you even offer me?"

I found a strange exhilarating rush of pleasure shot through me.

I finally understood what that hidden evil intent in her eyes meant: she loved humiliation.

Then I would degrade myself for her pleasure.

I remembered what I had done for that terrible sissy that had infected me, how I had crawled and begged like a dog for her.

I flexed my elbows and brought my wrists to my shoulders: a perfect puppy begging pose.

Before sticking out my tongue and starting to pant I said: "I give you, my dignity. I will be your pet... Mistress."

"If you are going to be my dog, I will mark you as one."

She grabbed the leash that laid on the ground and brought me forward to kneel almost under that gorgeous pussy. That delicious, engorged clit.

"Open wide, stupid little girl." I heard from so far above.

I knew what would happen. I welcomed it wholly. I wanted to bathe in her scent, to swallow it and surrender to that gorgeous warrior.

A stream of warmth enveloped me. I felt shreds of humanity sloshing off my soul.

"Dignity is overrated." I thought as I swallowed her urine.

I was marked.

"You see baby girl. This is what use sissies can offer to real womem." She said with passionate joy.

Her face had twisted into blissful sadism.

"You can offer your broken soul, for our fun!"

My hair was completely matted over my face, the straight bangs that Lisa had so expertly done at the level of my eyebrows now fell down over the tops of my eyes.

My smell once pure vanilla and cinnamon now was overcome with the acrid stench of refuse and ownership.

I felt wetness dripping from my nipples, a stream of stench running down my abdomen and over that nearly featureless crotch. Flat skin molding itself to a new paradigm.

She was a giant above me, her pussy nearly half a foot above my face, still releasing a few drops of golden degradation.

For a moment my posture broke. Mascara started to run from my eyes and into them, a burning corrosive feeling that resonated in my mind.

"Am I even human anymore?" I asked myself.

I saw my body, once a beautiful amalgam of adorable beauty and blossoming sexuality was now degraded wholly.

"If I can't even participate in the continuation of my species... do I even belong to it?"

She held herself imposing above me. A towering goddess of health and fertility. Her muscular legs ending in wide child-bearing hips. Her breasts large and full of flesh. She would be a wonderful mother.

But I could never be a match to her. Instead, I was kneeling for her, degraded into a caricature of humiliating surrender.

A jolt of pain drove me away from my overthinking.

"Oh, little Rue, were you about to cry?" She said callously as she pulled me by the hair.

I found her words to be true. Either the burning mascara, my new state as a being apart from the gene pool or the fact of being humiliated by someone I loved and trusted; I couldn't know which of these were the ones that were about to break me into tears.

"Lisa please..." I started to sob as she lifted me to my feet. Her wicked smile full of sinful delight.

"Oh, my sweet baby girl." She said with a mockingly kind tone. Then another jolt of pain as she grabbed one nipple and twisted it hard.

"Owweee!" I heard myself shriek.

"Go ahead." She said as she twisted harder. "Beg mommy to stop."

I didn't even consider resisting. For some reason, the words felt so right: "Please mommy!"

I was nearly bawling as she released my hair. I dropped instantly to the floor; the strength I had cultivated with so much effort was gone. I was on my knees once again.

"Good girl!" She said clapping twice.

And then bent over to have her face hover a few breaths from mine.

"Now open wide my baby girl!" She said with passionate intent.

Something again shifted inside my mind: "She was cruel and sadistic I now know. But if this is what gave her pleasure..."

"I know she wants me to swallow her spit; I have seen it before in porn many times. But perhaps, I know a way to give her even more pleasure." I wondered.

I felt a pink fog guide my actions; there was a hidden spring of sinful delight at the thought of surrendering more of my dignity to this woman.

My eyes full of tears were juxtaposed by a sweet innocent smile that I forced on my lips. "Yes mommy!" I cooed.

Then I opened my mouth and lolled my tongue out.

I couldn't see her expression, as I had closed my eyes softly, attempting to complete the pose to perfection; but I could envision that sadistic woman grinning from ear to ear before collecting all her spit.

All I had to do now was wait, covered in her piss, run down mascara and sweat. And then...

My mouth was filled. Not with spit, but with a wet tongue, moist lips, a passionate kiss.

I heard the moan coming from my throat reflecting itself on hers. I was putty in her hands once more.

Soon enough I was on my back, my legs were wrapped around that woman as she rode me. Her sex rubbing itself on the featureless mound between my legs. I could feel the wetness of it.

The pheromones in the air penetrated my mind, calling forth visions of fertile primal desires.

She intensified her rhythm and brought her hand to my neck, wrapping itself over the blackness of my collar.

I was covered in her spit now; she had kissed and licked me so sloppily that my whole body now glistened under the midday light.

She squeezed harder on my collar, then brought her talons over my abdomen. My soft pale skin yielding under the sharp red nails, leaving red traces of pain all over my body.

She arched her back as she rode me, her face was pure delight as she saw what she had done to my body. A creation of humiliation and pain over the canvas of innocent beauty.

"Little Rue, you belong to me." She said as she started to deepen the cadence of her thrusts.

I knew she was close, her whole body was poised at the edge. A nova just waiting to explode.

I knew what to say. Just the perfect words to bring her over the edge:

"I am yours Mommy..." I said softly, with loving eyes under the bruised and scratched skin. "I am your little baby girl."

She grabbed my waist with both hands, ten talons digging deep into my skin.

I saw the bliss fill her mind, the goose bumps rising over her skin, the great "O" her mouth formed.

And then I felt it:

Triggered from that place in my body where a womb would be, a great torrent of pink lighting flew through my back and deep into my brain. A deep guiltless orgasm shook every neuron, triggered every synapse.

As she convulsed, I felt my hands spasm to my sides, splaying myself as the shocking strength of this new sensation coursed through me.

Dopamine flooded me.

And then, in a flash, it was gone.

As her orgasm ended with a deep sigh of relief, mine ended as if it had never happened.

I looked at her, panting by my side, spent in so many ways and then realized how deeply changed I was.

Not only had this orgasm come and gone as a mirage, but I was still at the edge of another. And then another after that.

There would be no end to the desire if I continued to orgasm like this. Edging eternally, just with spikes of bright explosions spaced in between.

Then I looked down at that near featureless crotch. The bean in its midst, the analog of a real clit had remained thoroughly paralyzed. Not only had it not grown in the tiniest bit, but as my own pink orgasm had hit it; it remained as silent as a mouse.

Not a single spurt of evidence. No twitch, not even a drop of cum, precum or even clear feminized juice.

A phantom orgasm.

"I am thoroughly sexless now." I breathed in frustration...

I breathed deeply, still full of frustrated desire, my heart still racing and my insides still ached for release.

I was laying in a pool of piss, sweat, spit and Lisa's juices. I was a thing, spent and used, but ready for more.

I turned my body from my back and into my right side, placing one hand in the pool and using it to lift me up into a seated position. The texture of the slime around me disgusted and intrigued me.

Moving myself to seat on my thighs gave me a new perspective on the whole scene: Lisa laid a meter from my feet, splayed on the couch with a relaxed, pleased expression on her face. Her breasts moving up and down as she breathed deeply.

A look of relaxed bliss in her face sent waves of pride through me.

"I did that... She got all that pleasure from me." I thought. My heart rising.

A smile formed on my face.

...

"Mo... Lisa?" I mewed softly as I knelt on the floor.

I had crawled closer to that resting warrior on the couch and was now just a feet away from her. Still kneeling on my thick thighs, their fat and my ass's fleshiness providing a very comfortable seat.

Lisa opened those deep green eyes and stared down at me, a loving smile formed on her face.

"Hey there gorgeous..." She traced her hand across the right side of my face and grabbed my chin gently.

"I almost thought you would have gotten scared and run away." She said lifting my face towards her.

I kept my arms limp to my side, if she wanted to play with my face, she would have no resistance from me.

"Oh... I was scared." I said. Then I stared at her with puppy dog eyes.

I knew she was satisfied, but I was still edging inside my mind. Kneeling in front of her, covered in all of her smells, kept me aroused and submissive.

I smiled: "That just made you want me more right?"

She moved her thumb from my chin and up to my lower lip. The pressure from it brought an automatic response from my mouth, still in heat.

I gaped it slightly and licked it from base to claw.

She lifted one eyebrow. "All sissies are such eager little whores."

A hint of jealousy sparked in my stomach: "Have you had many others?"

She smiled mockingly. "A couple" And winked.

I bit her thumb softly. "And?"

"Oh, but you are the prettiest of course." She said with a laugh.

I knew she was mocking me, perhap lying perhaps not. "At least you had the decency to lie."

"Hahaha!" She roared.

She clearly was over the most intense part of her arousal. Merely enjoying my presence, but not quite hungry enough to take me again.

It was a weird situation: Feeling as if I was at her beck and call. The continuous pull of arousing sensations, keeping me submissive and docile.

"Rue... I'm sorry if I was too rough." She said moving her hand from my mouth to softly caress my cheek.

"I don't care about that, just fuck me again!" I thought. My insides still burning for more. But she was already thinking about other things.

"Ah. It's... it's ok Lisa." I managed to say. Still feeling the consuming desperation of sexual repression.

"I know I'm just taking advantage of you Rue. I know sissies. How they think." She said.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Ever since I was in the military I have these... fantasies about domination. Abuse." She started petting my hair.

"When I had my first time with a sissy, I realized that I could play them out without consequence." She said.

She moved the hand petting me to swiftly grab my whole jaw with her left hand, squeezing my cheeks together, making my lips pout.

My mouth opened wide automatically, my eyes instantly glazed over.

"Yes! Yes!" I heard the voice inside my mind.

"See Rue? As long as you are horny you turn to putty. I could do anything I wanted with you." She spoke.

I knew it to be true. Inside my mind, inside those rules, this one was very strong. Already a half-built monument to utter submission. "I will give pleasure" That great command said.

She lifted the pressure and released her hand.

"Correct?" She asked.

"Yes... Lisa." It took great effort not to call her "Mistress, or Mommy."

"That felt ok with random sissies, the couple I had used before were perfect strangers. And none of them seemed so... human as you." She said.

-"Sissies are things, not people"- I felt the purpose in my mind commanding. Still faint and powerless in its attempt to take over me.

I grabbed her arm and brought her hand once again to my face. Longing for her touch. Still sexual desperation flowed through me, but I felt the blossoming tenderness of the situation as well.

"Lisa. I am a person, yes. I have feelings and a soul." I spoke. "But I know you well by now. I know you care for me. You have fed me, clothed me. You have helped cut my hair, taught me to dress and to use makeup."

I continued: "It is ok to have those fantasies. Enjoying humiliation and domination is ok. That doesn't make you a bad person."

She stared at me with her eyes wide. Her hand still resting on the right side of my face and cheek.

"Are you really ok with being treated like trash for my pleasure? It's not the virus talking?" She asked.

"Lisa stop, you never treated me like trash." I felt pride in the words I was about to say. "You treated me like your most precious toy."

I remembered all the moments when she protected and took care of me. Then counterpoised them with the savagely rough treatment from a while ago.

"It's just that you like to play rough with your toys." I said with the sincerely innocent smile of a doll.

"Oh! My little Rue!" She said as she kissed me deeply.

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Welp!

Just as the sissy in the story is dealing with a bit of sexual frustration, I guess you girls must deal with it as well.

I decided to focus more on the interactions between the characters and their motivations than in actual smut.

If you feel that something was lacking about this chapter, or have any other suggestions, please comment and let me know!