Message-ID: <15227eli$9809110212@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: Under Control part nineteen of twenty eight Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35f6c327.34768509@news.telepac.pt> Under Control - part nineteen of twenty eight by mailto: VictorBruno@mschristine.com this story remains copyright Victor Bruno, release to publish granted to Christine Stevenson. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Paul was allocated a cell by the chatelaine-guard, but it was of a different kind to the one he had originally been locked up in with young Karen. It was a multiple cell (known as a Holding Compound at Bel Air). Here the slave-girls were kept whilst still on duty but not being actually required for service. It was not till they actually came off duty later at night that they were chained in pairs in the smaller cells. The Holding Compound was large . . . an echoing stone chamber in which stood three iron cages, in a line, some five yards apart. Paul saw that two of the cages were full - very full - and it was towards the third cage he was herded with other girls all around him. This cage was partially filled and the chatelaine-guard unlocked the barred door and motioned her charges in. Rapidly the cage filled, with naked body crushing to naked body . . . Paul finding himself in the middle of this mass of female flesh. Warm, soft, scented . . . heavy-breathing, whimpering, sobbing. Breasts and buttocks and thighs crushed to him. He could feel as he wished and nobody noticed; he was just another one of the massed slave-girls. The heat of lust was like a burning brand within him; the pressure on his cruel restrainer was agonizing. How could he endure such mingled fire and frustration? He groaned aloud in his torment, and was unheeded. There were groans of one kind and another everywhere. Crushed and helpless, he stood there, sweating amidst the plentitude of female bodies . . . his mind and body a torment of desire and denial. * * * I look like a woman, thought Paul . . . I move like a woman . . . I am surrounded by women. In order to survive I have to feel like a woman. Surely if I learnt to think like a woman the need would not be as bad. I must learn to feel like a woman, he cried desperately within himself. And soon . . . soon. Those luscious naked bodies crushing me must not tempt me. They are not for me. They are my own sex. He tried desperately to convince himself. Yet still he was hideously aware of the lush female flesh all around. "Oh God help me," he whimpered bitterly to himself. * * * For several weeks, Paul was kept in the slave quarters of Bel Air . . . treated like the slave-girls, working alongside them, living alongside them, sharing their wretched servitude and daily torments. Never in his whole life had he been in such close and constant contact with so much superb female flesh; yet never had been able to do so little about it. Admittedly, he could feel and fondle that flesh - as a lesbian might - but that only added to the agonies of his enforced frustration. In fact, such was the success of his 'transformation' that he was regarded by the other slave-girls as a genuine butch lesbian! The only difference in his regime was his daily sessions with Delia . . . when he would receive his female hormone injections, be shaved and creamed, and generally be put through his paces as a woman. His slave mistress was well satisfied with his progress, but she rarely showed it. His walking on stilt high-heels was perfected within a day or so but there was much still to be learnt. He had to learn to stand provocatively like a woman . . . to learn the mannerisms of a woman, the gestures of a woman. Even how to sit and cross his legs like a woman. Daily he felt the bite of Delia's rod for he had to satisfy her completely and she was the hardest of task-mistresses. Daily she would make him dress and undress in a bewildering variety of women's clothes. Daily he had to slake her as Pauline, her lesbian slave. This was a torment indeed, for at times like that he was unable to forget his manhood. After a week Paul found himself not only acting more and more like a woman but actually feeling like one a lot of the time. He had moments of panic-terror at this erosion of his manhood but, after another week, these became less frequent as he became more and more resigned to his new role. The massive doses of female hormones that Delia gave him daily were taking effect. The changes were gradual but constant over succeeding weeks. Under his false breasts he could feel his new 'real' breasts beginning to swell and develop; his skin was becoming much less hairy and was smoother, too. There was also an added curvy plumpness about him. Even his voice was less deep; more of a contralto. He realised how well those female hormones were doing their work! Finally one day, as he knelt with his knickers down - having had a twelve stroke caning for some trivial offence - Delia informed him that within a few days he was going to be assigned to his original mistress, Gloria van Meer, as a personal slave-maid. Paul's heart leapt and thudded; he felt both dread and a strange kind of exultation at the prospect of once again serving his goddess. He had long since thought she had forgotten him. "Get up, Pauline, and pull your knickers up," ordered Delia. Paul did so, in the lady-like fashion required of him. Delia was smiling wickedly at him, sensing his reactions by the pinkness of his cheeks. "Since she asked for another girl," she said, "you seemed the obvious choice. Are you not fortunate?" "Yes . . . oh . . . yes, Miss . . . I am indeed fortunate," agreed Paul. And, in some strange sense, he actually considered he was. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This story is being released as an illustrated web book, for autoresponder details of Victor Bruno Books available please contact VictorBruno@MsChristine.com http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html Also published as text simultaneously on...... ------------------------------------------------------ The DOMestic mailing list is free of charge. Subscribe in subject line:- DOMestic@Ms-Christine.com Moderated by David & Christine Stevenson. Subscribe online at http://www.mschristine.com/domestic.html ------------------------------------------------------ The Fem Dom Training Software. Runs on all computers (Macs too!) 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