A Changed Woman Part 3
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Nancy Fleming walked down the hallway blissfully unaware of the fate awaiting her.
She was spending her last hours as Nancy.
Inside Anita’s bedroom, the young lawyer saw the young girl who was being abused in the hallway before. At the same time, she also saw the young girl, who they called Anna. It was the girl who had forced Nancy to orgasm in the medical wing earlier in the afternoon. Finally, kneeling on the floor, was what looked like a man, but a man dressed in woman’s clothing. He looked confused and unsure of himself.
Anita pulled out a chair and motioned for Nancy to sit.
“Because of the success I am having with you, others have asked me to work on their slaves and submissives and are willing to pay a pretty penny.” Anita looked to Nancy and smiled before saying, “let me introduce you as I don’t want to be rude.”
Anita pointed to the tattooed woman closest to the chair. The woman was naked and as Nancy watched, Anita handed the woman a cigar. Immediately, the woman put the cigar in her pussy moving it back and forth like a tiny dildo.
“You’ve met bobbismokes before in the hallway. She was an inspector with the British police, but as you can see, bobbi is not prepared to investigate any crimes.”
Anita paused for a moment and then continued. “She is getting treatment at the DNA level now and will be developed to her Master’s specifications.” She will never return to her old persona again.”
“Anna next to her has already tasted your wares and found you intoxicating.” Anita looked at Anna and motioned for her to crawl to her. As Nancy watched, the young woman moved slowly to Anita’s side. “She tried to dominate her boss and unfortunately for her, she failed. Her boss, sent her to Pedro for retraining and now after seeing what I can do, he has turned her over to me.” She added, “Pedro has her addicted to cocaine at the moment, but I can do better. Anna will be a sub’s sub.”
“Finally, we come to the man cowering over there. He too came to investigate us as a big, strong DEA agent. Unfortunately for Mike, he was betrayed and will soon be happy as Miranda.” Nancy was horrified at what she heard from Anita. “Mike is well on his way and, I would call him a sissy boi at this stage. Later tonight, he or she will enter the final transformation.” Anita continued, “as you can see, he has lost most of his muscle mass, has curves developing in the right places and is shall we say weak and obedient.
As Nancy watched, all three were placed on gurneys and IVs were started. One by one syringes filled the IV ports with a combination of drugs and a DNA/hormone cocktail based on their owner’s desire.
“They will now sleep as the changes take place,” Anita laughed as she looked down at Nancy. Maybe next week, they will play with you some more.
As they rolled the one called bobbismokes in front of Nancy, she could not help but notice drool rolling down her chin. Anita saw where Nancy’s eyes were going and gave a little commentary.
“She drools as she is now pretty stupid as her Master desired. He also wants her filled with kinks.” Anita nodded and the gurney went out through her bedroom doors.
“And now we come to you,” Anita laughed. “It is now time for your 80% reveal and given I am my own client, I like what you are becoming.”
A large rolling mirror was moved in front of where Nancy sat. Anita had Nancy stand and face the mirror and immediately her mouth fell open in shock. When the robe was pulled from her body, the young lawyer cried out in perfect Spanish: “what have you done to me.”
To say that Nancy did not recognize herself was an understatement.
“Even your father will not recognize you.” Anita paused letting the words sink in as Nancy collapsed back in the chair.
“Your DNA has changed perfectly. You are now 100% indigenous Yaqui. You are taller, your hair is darker as is your skin tone. You speak Spanish and Yaqui, but no English. Soon, you will not anything from college or law school, but you will what I have done to you. That will be your never ending punishment.”
Tears rolled down the face of the young lawyer who could only say “no, no, no.”
Nancy looked at her body and it was as Anita described. Her skin was dark, her eyes changed colors, her hair was longer and jet black. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, her nose was smaller, and her facial features more distinct, especially her lips. Nancy stared at her breasts that rode high on her chest with no sag. Each had a large, erect dark pink nipple. Her abdominal area was firm as were her arms and legs. Nancy noticed her pubic area was devoid of hair.
Anita was right, staring back at the young lawyer was a total stranger.
“From now on, you will no longer be called Nancy,” Anita declared. “You are now known as Waata, which means love in Yaqui.”
“Now say your name,” Anita demanded. “Waata,” rolled off of Nancy’s lips.
“ Waata, a daughter pays for the sins of her father.”
“Waata stand,” Anita demanded and the naked Indian, still in heels, stood, not understanding why her body responded without thought.
Anita walked over and put a larger stainless steel collar around her neck as well as wider wrist and ankle cuffs remarking, “just as in ancient days.” She then attached a hobble chain between the two ankles.
“Now, get on the bed.” Anita commanded.
Waata almost fell trying to make it to the bed and had to be assisted with her final steps. As Waata reclined on the bed, Anita took an eyedropper out of a bottle and opening the native’s mouth, istered a dose of the compliance and libido drugs. She then walked around the bed and got some toys ready for tonight’s play. The staff was dismissed and told to wait outside the door.
Nancy’s world was no more. She was Waata and all of her programming prepared her for this moment. As she lay there, the drugs began to take effect, but even this was all new to Waata.
Anita produced a hand rolled peyote cigarette, lit it and placed it between Waata’s lips. The young Indian woman knew what to do and took a deep drag holding the pungent smoke deep within her lungs. This was repeated over and over until Watta’s world became hazy and distorted.
It was time.
Anita removed her clothes and put on a large strap on dildo. Waata saw what was happening, but in her now native mind, she could not believe what she was seeing. She cried out “no” in Yaqui, but it made little difference. Anita, skilled in the sexual arts, perfectly lined up the dildo with Waata’s glistening pussy and with a quick thrust of the hips, broke through her virginity and put her on the road to whoredom. Anita was not gentle, but she noticed how the Indian’s hips moved. The programming had worked.
“Waata is enjoying this isn’t she?” Anita said teasing her captive.
It was obvious that Waata was under the control of the libido drug now. Her entire body put off sexual energy and she babbled incoherently as Anita fucked her. Finally, the native screamed in orgasm, eyes wide, unaware what had happened to her.
Instantly, Anita began fucking her again and as Waata’s eyes flew open, she taunted her whispering, “we are just getting started and you will want more and more.”
Waata shut her eyes unable to steady her seemingly floating body. She looked down on herself being taken by Anita. She orgasmed over and over and still wanted more. When Anita grew tired, others were invited into the room. When Waata grew tired, the staff injected her with a syringe providing both new energy and renewed lust.
The drugs and sex did not stop until the sun started to rise. Waata was taken back to her room and dropped into her bed. Given another dose of her new DNA, Watta was connected to ear buds and fell asleep.
“Leave her for now. More drugs in four hours. Clean her up before dinner.” The ever present Luisa looked at the staff as she spoke the words adding, “if any of you feel sorry for this one, you may take her place.”
When Luisa came for Waata later, she could see the Indian was quivering and sweating. “Do you need something,” Luisa laughed as she noticed the signs of addiction taking hold. Waata held out her arm for an injection, but none was forthcoming.
“For me to do something for you, you must do something for me.” With those words. Luisa lifted her skirt. Waata understood and no words were spoken until the Indian’s tongue made with Luisa’s pussy. “Good girl,” Luisa purred, “you are a fast learner. You will be a good little whore for Miss Anita.”
Luisa then tested the Indian. “How did you find college and law school,” she asked.
“I do not understand the concept,” Waata said. “What is college and the law school?”
Luisa smiled as Waata was obviously dumbing down into her new persona.
Luisa then had the former lawyer pleasure her again. Waata proved to be a quick learner with a talented tongue. Luisa orgasmed quickly with Waata remaining between her legs.
After Luisa came down from her orgasm, she rewarded, Waata with the drug cocktail and a DNA shot. However, when Waata went to reach for the robe to wrap her body, Luisa stopped her with a sharp, “not tonight.”
She then commanded the girl to “stand.” Waata obeyed.
Waata remained standing while Luisa adorned her body with gold chains and clamps. One chain attached to a ring on her collar reached down to both of her breasts. At the end of the chain were clamps that Luisa fitted tightly over the Indian’s nipples. Waata moaned as they were attached, but Luisa could see a lustful agitation starting to smolder within the Indian’s eyes. Another chain went from the collar to Waata’s clit where a clamp was attached to the sensitive flesh of the clitoral hood.
As the clamp bit into sensitive skin, Waata moaned “aagghhh”
A panty of made of fine chains was pulled onto her body. Waata could feel the chains teasing her pussy and clit at every movement. Finally, Luisa inserted an anal plug that looked like a horses tail into Waata’s ass.
“Soon, you will be branded as property, much like the cattle Mistress owns.” Luisa let those words sink in.
Tears rolled down the captive’s face, but there was also a fire burning from the inside. In Waata’s mind, this was now her place and the more she obeyed the better she felt. She did not understand the word submissive, but she was quickly becoming one.
Luisa now led Waata to the dining room where Anita sat with some of her clients.
“Ahhh, there she is,” Anita exclaimed, “my beautiful Jaqui Indian ready to conquer the world.” Anita had Waata stand next to the table so all could see the transformation.
“You are telling me this is the same lawyer that you brought down from the states?” One of the men asked.
“One and the same,” Anita said, “as you can see I have made some modifications for her new life.”
“What will she be doing for you,” another guest asked.
“I have not decided yet,” Anita said, “but she will probably be a worker in one of the family’s clubs providing special treats for special guests.”
A guest at the end of the table spoke up. “I have a good friend who is in the import export business who is pure Jaqui who may be interested in her if you are willing to give her up for awhile.”
“And why would I do that,” Anita asked.
“He is looking for a pureblood to breed and provide an heir,” he would pay well for the right Indian.
Anita nodded and laughed, “so many possibilities.”
Nodding her head and pointing to the staff, Anita watched as two stainless steel bowls were brought over. Each was engraved with ‘Waata’ on the side. One bowl held some type of meat and vegetable hash, while the other held tequila. Anita smiled as her new Indian knelt and then went to all fours lapping at the food and drink.
“The horse tail is the perfect touch,” Anita laughed. “Soon, she will have no inhibitions and easily surrender to animal desires.”
After dinner, bobbismokes was led into the room on a leash. She was presented to each man at the table. As Anita watched, bobbismokes went to each guest, placed a cigar in her pussy, rolling it as she did. When the cigar was good and moist, she presented it to the guest for their enjoyment. She also gave Anita a cigar at the end to the applause of the dinner table.
“Now that is special,” one of the guests yelled.
“I am thinking of that one,” Anita said. “I have spoken to her owner and I think he wants her to become much darker and her breasts to become much larger.”
“Can you alter her once you have started the changes,” someone asked.
“Well, I guess we will see,” Anita grinned puffing on the moist cigar. I must it that she does taste good.
Anita motioned for bobbismokes to come over next to her and then said “it is time for you to show our guests how much you appreciate them.”
Bobbismokes, immediately crawled under the table and moved left finding the first male guest. Reaching up, she spread his legs, opened his zipper and fished out his cock. By that time, she was drooling and she soon engulfed the cock with her warm, wet lips.
It was obvious who she was treating as his face took on a look of bliss.
“Her lips are wonderful,” the guest said.
Anita laughed, stating, “she has talent and she has not learned half of what we are going to teach her yet.”
Waata watched as the young woman went on her knees to each of the six male guests taking them one by one into her mouth. She swallowed each drop, wasting none. Waata could feel her heat growing and did not understand why. She still had a lot to learn about what was being done to her mind and body.
Anita drew attention to Waata’s growing arousal.
“Look how firm her nipples are even when clamped and how she moves her hips so the gold chains rub through her pussy and clit.” Anita grabbed a crop and smacked Waata’s ass hard three times. Instead of groaning, Waata moaned, and it was a moan of arousal.
“She is becoming such a slut,” Anita declared.
As she did, the slave called Anna was brought crawling into the room. Her leash was unclipped and as Waata watched, Anna crawled under the table and, one by one, she cleaned the still exposed cocks of the male guests. When she finished, Anna was brought to the center of the room where she was cropped hard for not putting the guests’ cocks back into their pants.
“Attention to detail you little slut, attention to detail,” her handler yelled as she brought down the leather crop over and over on the naked flesh.
As Waata watched the scene unfold, she could feel her breath quicken and pulse race. Her body became warm and flush and she could feel liquid in her pussy. Her growing arousal was not missed by Luisa or Anita.
Dessert was served with after dinner drinks. As the guests enjoyed themselves, Anita had Waata repositioned so that she was laying face up on the large dinner table.
“For your viewing pleasure, I have provided a native Indian centerpiece,” Anita said with a tinge of excitement. As she spoke the staff put leather crops, leather whips, and other instruments of pain and pleasure on the table. “Please enjoy yourself with the centerpiece or any of the slaves you see around the room.”
Waata’s eyes were covered and she never saw the first blow coming. What the Indian did not see, she felt, and a loud moan escaped her lips as her left breast exploded in pain.
Waata heard a female voice say something about wax, but she did not understand. If she could have seen, the script would have been evident. One of the female guests took a candle, lit it, and positioned it right over the cropped left breast. Immediately after a second blow from the crop, the candle moved lower and the first large drop of hot wax fell from the wick. All eyes were on the hot droplets as they fell in rapid order. By the time the first drop splashed over the clamped nipple, an entire stream of wax was headed for Waata’s breast.
A scream followed by moans filled the dining room.