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Leashed part one
I was caught, strapped tightly to a steel chair and staring across the room
into the face of my nemesis. She smiled malevolently at me as I glared at
her, rage burning inside me. Her mousy hair was tied back in an immaculate
bun, she wore to trace of make-up, her loose businesswoman's suit hung
shapelessly off her wraithlike body. Her black, colorless eyes stared into
mine as her cruel smile widened. Her name was Rachel Hadden, and more that
anything I wanted her dead -- preferably by my hand.
"It seems that I have finally captured you, my troublesome quarry." She
said smugly.
"You can't win them all, I suppose."
"Very true," She conceded, "And it seems that I have won this round."
"This round, yes. But I won't let you kill any more innocent people, I will
stop you."
"Innocent! There is no such thing as innocent. Besides, how am I to extort
the money from your government if I they don't believe that I am capable of
what I am threatening to do. No, those `innocent' people's deaths are
entirely necessary for me to be taken seriously. And as for your claim that
you will foil my scheme, I have very grave doubts about that."
"Really?"
"yes, in fact your capture could not have come at a more opportune time."
"And why, pray, is that?"
"Because the final phase of my plan begins today."
"And what phase would that be?"
"The one where I make sure nobody will be able to find me after I have my
money."
"No matter where you go we'll find you."
"Not if Rachel Hedden ceases to exist."
"Plastic surgery?"
"Not exactly, I have developed a far more reliable and thorough method."
"DNA replacement?"
"In part, but I need not go into details."
"Awww, why not? I can only assume you intend to kill me anyway."
"Actually I do not intend to kill you. My new reconstruction technique
requires a human test subject before I can gauge it safe enough to use on
myself. And if everything goes well I shall assume my new identity and put
you somewhere where I can keep a close eye on you."
I didn't like the sound of that. So I was to be a lab monkey for some kind
of DNA rewriter and if I survived I would be locked up while Rachel assumed
her new identity and slipped away.
"But I don't want to give away too much." She stated. "Besides, I want to
begin the test right away..."
Twenty minutes later I found myself in a large laboratory. I was no longer
tied up, but that didn't help much since there were about twenty armed
guards all around the room. I was lead to a concave operating table which I
was then forced to lie down on. A respirator of sorts was shoved into my
mouth just before a domed lid was clamped shut over the table, leaving me
in total darkness in my technological casket. I then felt the space around
me begin to fill will warm liquid, and soon I was totally submerged. Fear
gripped my body as I tried to prepare for whatever was to come next. I
started to taste the gas in the respirator only seconds before I was
rendered totally unconscious.
I awoke, god knows how many days later, to find myself in a padded, white
room. I was laying on my back on some kind of cot heavy blankets pulled up
over my body. My mind was hazy and swimming in confusion. I vaguely
remember looking up to see Ms. Hedden leaning over me, gloating as usual.
Then I slipped back into blackness.
For what must have been days I drifted in and out of consciousness.
Eventually some of my strength returned to me and I managed to sit up and
throw the blankets off of me. I shook my head, trying to clear the cloud in
my brain. It was then that I glimpsed my own body. I started and let out a
gasp of disbelief as I stared down at myself.
My body was totally featureless, not to mention totally naked. I could only
image what my face must have looked like, but everything else I could see
was the same; Small, skinny, hairless and without any distinguishing lines
angles or curves. I looked like a skeleton wearing a fleshy, white rubber
suit. In addition to this I felt as though I must have been about five
inches shorter that I had previously been. The most horrifying aspect of my
new physique, however, was what I found between my thighs -- there was
nothing there at all save for a tiny opening that must have been my
urethra! Reeling in shock, I passed out on the cot again.
I regained my senses some time later, only to find that I had been tucked
back under the blankets and whoever had done it had left something new in
the room. There was a full-length mirror against the far wall of the
room. It was made of some kind of soft plastic so I could not use shards of
it as a weapon. Preparing for another shock, I crawled out of bed and
approached the mirror.
As I stared at the alien, featureless creature in the mirror I wished to
God that I was not seeing it. As I had thought, my face was as hairless and
undefined as the rest of my body. It was a horrible thing to behold,
especially so since the creature I saw before me was myself. I don't know
how long I stared at my reflection like that, but it must have been a
while. Eventually exhaustion and shock overcame me and I found my self
climbing back onto the cot and falling asleep again.
When I awoke some thing else had changed. Looking in the mirror I could see
that about a millimeter of hair was sprouting on my head and eyebrows. I
ran my hands over the stubble, noticing how quickly it had grown. As I
studied my self further I concluded that there was also a little more meat
on my bones than there had been before. As I was looking at myself a tray
of food slipped under the door. This I devoured mercilessly before falling
into another uneasy sleep.
This went on for days. Each morning (or so I assumed it was, for I had no
way of telling time.) something else would change. My hair continued to
grow rapidly, though not in the same color as it had previously been; now
it was growing in a thick, lustrous auburn. My body began to flesh out as
well, which at first gave me a feeling of relief, that is until the
development went further.
Every time I awoke I found my lips a little fuller and redder, my
cheekbones a little higher, my waist more defined and narrow, my hips wider
and my proportions rounder. I was becoming feminine! As I looked closer I
noticed that the tiny hole that was my genitals was widening into a
pronounced slit. Though it was not yet pronounced, I knew what it was
developing into. I was becoming a woman.
I intently watched the progressive changes of my body. It was not long
before I was the owner of a delicate, virginal vagina. I stared at myself
in the mirror. To all appearances I looked like a rather tall ten-year-old
girl. My hair was past my ears by this point and my eyes had transformed
into a brilliant color of green. Staring at my pre-pubescent feminine
features I realized that I was undeniably becoming very attractive. Each
day I grew more curvaceous, though the development of my breasts was
slow. My hair soon began tickling the back of my neck, and was as thick as
could be. If it was not for my genitals I could have passes for an
extremely effeminate young man. My skin remained hairless and smooth, and
maintained its fair shade of white.
It was at this point that Ms. Hedden paid me another visit. As she walked
in I realized more fully how naked I was, and though I did not really have
tits, my nipples had become large and defined. I moved my hands to cover
myself but then, realizing the futility, gave it up. Staring at my
adversary I realized that it was remarkable that I even recognized her. If
it wasn't for the tell-tale grin on her face I doubt I would have
recognized her at all. She was about six feet tall now, and had short,
sandy hair that was combed back away from her face. She was noticeable fore
muscular and dressed in a man's business suit.
"And how do we like being a girl?" She asked in a voice that was becoming
much deeper than it had been. "Fuck you!" I spat at her, hearing my own
voice for the first time and realizing that it was soft, lyrical and
feminine.
"You seem to be filling out nicely. In another three or four days you
should have a nice pair of tits and even wider, sexier hips."
I only glared at her.
"Myself, I've been having a great time as a man. By the time you get your
knockers I should be quite a strapping fellow, then just think of the fun
we'll have."
I shuddered in disgust. "Oh no we won't." I said fiercely.
"No? I would disagree. You see, part of your new genetic coding includes
one of the most rampant sex drives known to man, not to mention a tendency
for subservience." She said, smiling. I would have loved to call her bluff,
but frankly I believed her. If fact, as I looked at her masculine figure I
began to feel what I would later come to know as the first stages of
arousal. Just having testosterone around me feel tingly and restless all
over, and a slight dampness began to make it self apparent between my
legs. My new genitals began to feel, in a way, itchy.
"You are staring to feel it now, aren't you? Hmmm... I was originally going
to wait until you and I were fully developed, but if I were to take you now
while you still have some protest in you...the rape would be delicious."
I spat out a string of protests and insults, though my hormones me feel
quite the opposite of how I knew I should. Hedden quickly shed her tie,
jacket and shirt and approached me. I took a step backwards, trying to
fight the urges that were sending me reeling. I fell into a sitting
position on the cot. "You see," she said as she unbuttoned her pants and
pulled them off, "This hasn't quite finished developing yet, when it's done
it should be a few inches longer."
I looked down at the organ she was referring to as it sprang free from her
trousers. What I saw was a seven inch cock that was almost fully erect. I
felt weak when I looked at it, my body quivered. "Go on, you can touch it."
She goaded. With trembling hands I found myself taking her suggestion. I
wrapped my delicate fingers around the base of her shaft, feeling its heat
and weight. From that point of everything was a blur. I found myself
stroking her member gently. I started pumping it harder and harder in my
hands, causing her to breathe deeply. I felt Hedden's hands on the back of
my head, and they started to pull me foreword. Her cock was soon right in
front of my face and I could smell its musky odor. A drop of pre-cum
glistened on the tip as I continued my stroking.
Then she pulled my head closer. I got off the cot and dropped to my knees
before her. Her dick was only an inch from y soft lips. She kept pulling. I
opened my mouth and licked the pre-cum off the head of her penis. I found
myself liking the taste of it. I started running my tongue all over her
cock, and then I kissed the head again, tasting more of her juices. It was
then that she pulled me foreword again, and the tip of her tool pushed past
my lips and into my mouth.
I suckled the tip at first, and then slowly the length of her tool slid
into my mouth. I swallowed inch after inch until my nose nestled in her
pubic hair. Before I knew it, I was bobbing back and forth, giving her the
best blow-job I could manage. She responded with moans and blurts of
encouragement. Suddenly a deep sigh escaped her lips and she pulled my head
all the way foreword, almost choking me. She clutched desperately at the
back of my head as I felt her cock expand slightly in my mouth. Then I
desperately tried to swallow as she shot a huge stream on cum into the back
of my throat. She kept spurting gob after god of jizz until it started to
dribble out of my mouth and down my chin.
When she finally finished cumming I withdrew her limpening cock from my
mouth, sucking the last of her fluids from its surface as I did so. With
confused eyes I looked up at my satisfied captor. "My god," She stammered.
"That was incredible!" She looked down at my cum-stained face and smiled.
"If I wasn't so spent I'd do a whole lot more. But don't worry, ill be back
tomorrow."
With that she started to dress and left the room, leaving me to collapse on
the bed, sobbing like a girl, and trying to come to terms with what I had
just willingly done. Eventually I fell asleep...
I was caught, strapped tightly to a steel chair and staring across the room
into the face of my nemesis. She smiled malevolently at me as I glared at
her, rage burning inside me. Her mousy hair was tied back in an immaculate
bun, she wore to trace of make-up, her loose businesswoman's suit hung
shapelessly off her wraithlike body. Her black, colorless eyes stared into
mine as her cruel smile widened. Her name was Rachel Hadden, and more that
anything I wanted her dead -- preferably by my hand.
"It seems that I have finally captured you, my troublesome quarry." She
said smugly.
"You can't win them all, I suppose."
"Very true," She conceded, "And it seems that I have won this round."
"This round, yes. But I won't let you kill any more innocent people, I will
stop you."
"Innocent! There is no such thing as innocent. Besides, how am I to extort
the money from your government if I they don't believe that I am capable of
what I am threatening to do. No, those `innocent' people's deaths are
entirely necessary for me to be taken seriously. And as for your claim that
you will foil my scheme, I have very grave doubts about that."
"Really?"
"yes, in fact your capture could not have come at a more opportune time."
"And why, pray, is that?"
"Because the final phase of my plan begins today."
"And what phase would that be?"
"The one where I make sure nobody will be able to find me after I have my
money."
"No matter where you go we'll find you."
"Not if Rachel Hedden ceases to exist."
"Plastic surgery?"
"Not exactly, I have developed a far more reliable and thorough method."
"DNA replacement?"
"In part, but I need not go into details."
"Awww, why not? I can only assume you intend to kill me anyway."
"Actually I do not intend to kill you. My new reconstruction technique
requires a human test subject before I can gauge it safe enough to use on
myself. And if everything goes well I shall assume my new identity and put
you somewhere where I can keep a close eye on you."
I didn't like the sound of that. So I was to be a lab monkey for some kind
of DNA rewriter and if I survived I would be locked up while Rachel assumed
her new identity and slipped away.
"But I don't want to give away too much." She stated. "Besides, I want to
begin the test right away..."
Twenty minutes later I found myself in a large laboratory. I was no longer
tied up, but that didn't help much since there were about twenty armed
guards all around the room. I was lead to a concave operating table which I
was then forced to lie down on. A respirator of sorts was shoved into my
mouth just before a domed lid was clamped shut over the table, leaving me
in total darkness in my technological casket. I then felt the space around
me begin to fill will warm liquid, and soon I was totally submerged. Fear
gripped my body as I tried to prepare for whatever was to come next. I
started to taste the gas in the respirator only seconds before I was
rendered totally unconscious.
I awoke, god knows how many days later, to find myself in a padded, white
room. I was laying on my back on some kind of cot heavy blankets pulled up
over my body. My mind was hazy and swimming in confusion. I vaguely
remember looking up to see Ms. Hedden leaning over me, gloating as usual.
Then I slipped back into blackness.
For what must have been days I drifted in and out of consciousness.
Eventually some of my strength returned to me and I managed to sit up and
throw the blankets off of me. I shook my head, trying to clear the cloud in
my brain. It was then that I glimpsed my own body. I started and let out a
gasp of disbelief as I stared down at myself.
My body was totally featureless, not to mention totally naked. I could only
image what my face must have looked like, but everything else I could see
was the same; Small, skinny, hairless and without any distinguishing lines
angles or curves. I looked like a skeleton wearing a fleshy, white rubber
suit. In addition to this I felt as though I must have been about five
inches shorter that I had previously been. The most horrifying aspect of my
new physique, however, was what I found between my thighs -- there was
nothing there at all save for a tiny opening that must have been my
urethra! Reeling in shock, I passed out on the cot again.
I regained my senses some time later, only to find that I had been tucked
back under the blankets and whoever had done it had left something new in
the room. There was a full-length mirror against the far wall of the
room. It was made of some kind of soft plastic so I could not use shards of
it as a weapon. Preparing for another shock, I crawled out of bed and
approached the mirror.
As I stared at the alien, featureless creature in the mirror I wished to
God that I was not seeing it. As I had thought, my face was as hairless and
undefined as the rest of my body. It was a horrible thing to behold,
especially so since the creature I saw before me was myself. I don't know
how long I stared at my reflection like that, but it must have been a
while. Eventually exhaustion and shock overcame me and I found my self
climbing back onto the cot and falling asleep again.
When I awoke some thing else had changed. Looking in the mirror I could see
that about a millimeter of hair was sprouting on my head and eyebrows. I
ran my hands over the stubble, noticing how quickly it had grown. As I
studied my self further I concluded that there was also a little more meat
on my bones than there had been before. As I was looking at myself a tray
of food slipped under the door. This I devoured mercilessly before falling
into another uneasy sleep.
This went on for days. Each morning (or so I assumed it was, for I had no
way of telling time.) something else would change. My hair continued to
grow rapidly, though not in the same color as it had previously been; now
it was growing in a thick, lustrous auburn. My body began to flesh out as
well, which at first gave me a feeling of relief, that is until the
development went further.
Every time I awoke I found my lips a little fuller and redder, my
cheekbones a little higher, my waist more defined and narrow, my hips wider
and my proportions rounder. I was becoming feminine! As I looked closer I
noticed that the tiny hole that was my genitals was widening into a
pronounced slit. Though it was not yet pronounced, I knew what it was
developing into. I was becoming a woman.
I intently watched the progressive changes of my body. It was not long
before I was the owner of a delicate, virginal vagina. I stared at myself
in the mirror. To all appearances I looked like a rather tall ten-year-old
girl. My hair was past my ears by this point and my eyes had transformed
into a brilliant color of green. Staring at my pre-pubescent feminine
features I realized that I was undeniably becoming very attractive. Each
day I grew more curvaceous, though the development of my breasts was
slow. My hair soon began tickling the back of my neck, and was as thick as
could be. If it was not for my genitals I could have passes for an
extremely effeminate young man. My skin remained hairless and smooth, and
maintained its fair shade of white.
It was at this point that Ms. Hedden paid me another visit. As she walked
in I realized more fully how naked I was, and though I did not really have
tits, my nipples had become large and defined. I moved my hands to cover
myself but then, realizing the futility, gave it up. Staring at my
adversary I realized that it was remarkable that I even recognized her. If
it wasn't for the tell-tale grin on her face I doubt I would have
recognized her at all. She was about six feet tall now, and had short,
sandy hair that was combed back away from her face. She was noticeable fore
muscular and dressed in a man's business suit.
"And how do we like being a girl?" She asked in a voice that was becoming
much deeper than it had been. "Fuck you!" I spat at her, hearing my own
voice for the first time and realizing that it was soft, lyrical and
feminine.
"You seem to be filling out nicely. In another three or four days you
should have a nice pair of tits and even wider, sexier hips."
I only glared at her.
"Myself, I've been having a great time as a man. By the time you get your
knockers I should be quite a strapping fellow, then just think of the fun
we'll have."
I shuddered in disgust. "Oh no we won't." I said fiercely.
"No? I would disagree. You see, part of your new genetic coding includes
one of the most rampant sex drives known to man, not to mention a tendency
for subservience." She said, smiling. I would have loved to call her bluff,
but frankly I believed her. If fact, as I looked at her masculine figure I
began to feel what I would later come to know as the first stages of
arousal. Just having testosterone around me feel tingly and restless all
over, and a slight dampness began to make it self apparent between my
legs. My new genitals began to feel, in a way, itchy.
"You are staring to feel it now, aren't you? Hmmm... I was originally going
to wait until you and I were fully developed, but if I were to take you now
while you still have some protest in you...the rape would be delicious."
I spat out a string of protests and insults, though my hormones me feel
quite the opposite of how I knew I should. Hedden quickly shed her tie,
jacket and shirt and approached me. I took a step backwards, trying to
fight the urges that were sending me reeling. I fell into a sitting
position on the cot. "You see," she said as she unbuttoned her pants and
pulled them off, "This hasn't quite finished developing yet, when it's done
it should be a few inches longer."
I looked down at the organ she was referring to as it sprang free from her
trousers. What I saw was a seven inch cock that was almost fully erect. I
felt weak when I looked at it, my body quivered. "Go on, you can touch it."
She goaded. With trembling hands I found myself taking her suggestion. I
wrapped my delicate fingers around the base of her shaft, feeling its heat
and weight. From that point of everything was a blur. I found myself
stroking her member gently. I started pumping it harder and harder in my
hands, causing her to breathe deeply. I felt Hedden's hands on the back of
my head, and they started to pull me foreword. Her cock was soon right in
front of my face and I could smell its musky odor. A drop of pre-cum
glistened on the tip as I continued my stroking.
Then she pulled my head closer. I got off the cot and dropped to my knees
before her. Her dick was only an inch from y soft lips. She kept pulling. I
opened my mouth and licked the pre-cum off the head of her penis. I found
myself liking the taste of it. I started running my tongue all over her
cock, and then I kissed the head again, tasting more of her juices. It was
then that she pulled me foreword again, and the tip of her tool pushed past
my lips and into my mouth.
I suckled the tip at first, and then slowly the length of her tool slid
into my mouth. I swallowed inch after inch until my nose nestled in her
pubic hair. Before I knew it, I was bobbing back and forth, giving her the
best blow-job I could manage. She responded with moans and blurts of
encouragement. Suddenly a deep sigh escaped her lips and she pulled my head
all the way foreword, almost choking me. She clutched desperately at the
back of my head as I felt her cock expand slightly in my mouth. Then I
desperately tried to swallow as she shot a huge stream on cum into the back
of my throat. She kept spurting gob after god of jizz until it started to
dribble out of my mouth and down my chin.
When she finally finished cumming I withdrew her limpening cock from my
mouth, sucking the last of her fluids from its surface as I did so. With
confused eyes I looked up at my satisfied captor. "My god," She stammered.
"That was incredible!" She looked down at my cum-stained face and smiled.
"If I wasn't so spent I'd do a whole lot more. But don't worry, ill be back
tomorrow."
With that she started to dress and left the room, leaving me to collapse on
the bed, sobbing like a girl, and trying to come to terms with what I had
just willingly done. Eventually I fell asleep...
