A Changed Woman Part 4
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Waata could not see what was happening, she could only feel the results. Someone was holding her arms over her head and there was someone on each leg holding her ankles apart. Every blow from the black leather crop was followed by the hot wax drip. Expert hands applied the torture, moving from one breast to another and then down to the Indian’s clit.
As the guests watched, a transformation happened. Screams became moans and moans became soft sounds of pleasure that grew louder with each blow and drip.
“Amazing, she is enjoying it,” Anita remarked. “There was pain, and pain blended with pleasure, and now as you watch, pain is pleasure.”
“I have never watched anyone go into sub space before, but I have heard of it,” a female guest commented. Both Anna and bobbismokes also watched hoping they would not be subjected to such treatment.
The blows continued as did the sounds of pleasure. When hot wax hit Waata’s exposed clit, instead of pulling back, she thrust her hips forward. The guests could hear her breathing change. They saw the flush of her skin. They watched her hips move back and forth.
“She is going to cum,” one of the guests spoke aloud.
“I believe you are right,” Anita said and on que, Waata erupted in an explosive orgasm with slick white juices running freely from her pussy. Her body thrashed and quivered on the table and she spoke incoherently to everyone’s amusement. When she finally calmed down, her hands and arms were released and she curled up in a ball crying softly to herself.
Through the tears, Waata fought confusion. Why was her body acting this way? why were these people tormenting her? In the back of her mind there was a soft voice that was slowly fading away whispering, “this is not you.”
Luisa pulled Waata from the table and led her back to her room. “You are progressing nicely,” she said. “Soon the Mistress will decide what she wants to do with you.”
“Now, shower, sleep naked and use your earbuds.” Luisa ordered as she walked away locking the Indian in her room.
Without any hesitation, Waata followed her instructions to the letter.
Later that evening, Anita talked to a few staff .
“I want her nipples and clit hood pierced.” Thinking for a minute, she added “and I want an indigenous tattoo on her back, but it must be original.” The staff nodded. “Tell the tattoo artist that I am in receipt of some very interesting information and may need her services soon
When she got back to her room, Anita called her head of security who quickly arrived. “Ernesto, did you know Waata has a brother in the United States?”
Ernesto shook his head in the negative and paled. Missing that fact was a major screw up that might not be forgiven.
“Yes, it is a screw up, Ernesto, but also an opportunity. There was an article in the news this morning about an archaeological team working in the Cabos area and names were mentioned. One was a Richard Fleming Jr. The article even went on to say the graduate student was the brother of the missing prosecutor Nancy Fleming.”
Ernesto could almost see the wheels turning in his boss’ head. “We could really hurt Richard Fleming by getting a two for one. Go to Cabo and see what you can find out. Maybe Richard Jr will ‘accidentally run into a beautiful, sexy, indigenous woman.”
Ernesto smiled, knowing his boss was not angry. Plus, he was always up for a trip to Cabo.
Anita then picked up the phone and spoke quietly. “Accelerate the transformation of the DEA agent. I want him, soon to be her, to test everything new we are experimenting with. Also, I may have a personal project that will benefit from what we learn. As for the two other women, accelerate them too. Both are showing good progress.”
Two weeks later the former DEA agent, was a shell of his former self. Like a snake shedding its skin, Mike traded his masculinity for femininity both mentally and physically. Mike had become Miranda. At that moment, Miranda was sitting on her bed in a locked room looking into a mirror. In fact, the entire room was one big mirror and she could not avoid the view.
“What have you done to me? Why me? Please turn me back. I cannot live like this.” Anita smiled as she heard a former nemesis reduced to tears and begging.
“Have we almost finished with the transformation movie,” Anita asked. She then laughed loudly.
“Yes, “ a staff member boasted, “and we will send it to the head of the DEA asking him to send another.”
Anita looked at the fool who made the comment and spoke sharply. “Idiot, do not poke a bear. I just wanted to him to know to stay away. If he leaves us alone, we leave him alone.”
Looking through the mirrors at the crying Miranda, Anita said, speed up the DNA shots and accelerate the transition. I want her ready for the party I am planning.”
Two of the staff immediately entered Miranda’s room and while one held her, the other istered a shot.
“Now Miranda, you need to rest a little while the shot takes effect,” the staff member said.
“Why do you call me Miranda, my name is Mike,” Miranda cried through tears.
“You may have been Mike when you came here, but you are Miranda now,” the staff member answered. “Does that look like a reflection of a Mike in the mirror?”
Miranda just continued crying.
“I’ve seen enough,” Anita said softly. “Use the audio programs on her. I want her a picture of femininity as quickly as possible.”
Walking to her room, Anita finally heard back from Ernesto, who remained silent since his arrival in Cabo.
“I have found the brother and know how we can bring him to you. He is somewhat a party animal and sees himself as a lady’s man.”
“Bring him too me,” Anita said.
In the morning, Anita called the staff together. “On Saturday evening in two weeks, I am throwing a party for families that have ed me to include investors and potential investors. What we have done to those who tried to interfere with us is amazing and everyone will see it is bad business to get on our wrong side.”
She paused for a minute and continued. “ I want all four of them at their best. I don’t want works in progress, I want finished products fully obedient to whatever their Master or Mistress desires. I will not accept excuses.”
Anita paused and added, “Ernesto is on his way with a special guest and new project. It is someone who will benefit from all we have learned.”
Luisa immediately went to see Waata checking on her final programming.
“Any issues,” Luisa asked.
No one said anything, silence was the right answer.
“I want her at dinner with Anita tonight. The boss needs to see the finished product.”
One staff member said, “Miranda is causing some issues, or so I hear.”
“She is not our problem, nor are the other two.”
Luisa was wrong. Ignoring Bobbi and Anna and focusing full time on Waata was not what Anita desired. When she next talked to Anita, that fact became evident.
“If you cannot handle three, then I will find someone who can and they will handle a 4th…..you” Anita looked at the fear in Luisa’s eyes as the words hit her.
“ We have two weeks and I want all of them ready for the Saturday night party….all of them.”
Luisa just nodded.
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Down the hall, Bobbi and Anna were sitting in their room. They had been placed together to optimize the use of subliminal messaging. At the moment, they were relaxing to quiet music as their brains and thoughts were being altered. Anna was a natural submissive and never resisted any training. Bobbi was a little more resistive, but her will had been broken. Currently, both were naked and drooling.
“Get the piercer down here. I want both of these bitches pierced in the nipples, clit and stomach.” The staff member looked to Bobbi and then to Anna. Pointing to the later he said, pierce her septum too.
As the team finished talking, someone from the medical staff came in with multiple syringes. She walked over to Bobbi’s bed and showed the former police officer the tray’s contents. Immediately, Bobbi became agitated and recoiled up in the bed. It was clear to all that she knew the shots were not good for her.
Bobbi shook her head and said “no, no, no,” over and over followed by “no shots for Bobbi, no shots for Bobbi.”
“Some help please with this one,” the attendant called out and immediately two staff held out Bobbi’s arms.
Showing the first syringe, the attendant said, “this one will continue to modify your DNA and soon you will be as dark as anyone from the Caribbean islands.” She added, “other physical and mental changes will follow.”
Bobbi tried to pull back again and everyone laughed. “There is nothing you can do at this point except enjoy the ride to the new you.” Again the staff laughed.
“How about her libido, does the shot affect that too?” A staff nurse asked.
“In a way, it does,” explained the attendant, but the real enhancer will be istered in an anal prophylactic that will be adsorbed slowly into her body. She will be on a two a day regimen from now on.
The attendant picked up the second syringe. “This one Bobbi is special. It is a new designer drug that will keep you compliant, suggestible, and free of inhibitions moving forward. It is highly addictive as you will find out. Waata was our test case and it worked extremely well. Now it is your turn.”
Bobbi watched as the drug flowed from the syringe into her vein.
As the staff watched, Bobbi’s eyes rolled back and a grin appeared on her face.
“There she goes off to La La land,” someone said to everyone’s amusement.
“Turn her over,” the attendant said. Immediately two sets of arms repositioned the captive. The attendant walked over and spreading Bobbi’s ass cheeks, swiftly inserted the prophylactic into her rectum.
“While she is under the influence of the drug, clean her up. She needs to be totally waxed and get someone to style her hair. She looks like she just crawled out of the jungle. After the piercings, attach chains.
Anna held out her arms expecting similar treatment, but she received no injections. She was naturally submissive and to prove that point, the attendants had Anna get out of bed, bend over and spread her own ass cheeks. When she did this without objection, the staff smiled. Smiles turned into big grins when Anna inserted the prophylactic into her ass by herself.
“I want her cropped every hour until she becomes a true pain slut.” Luisa said. “She is almost there.”
The two weeks prior to the showing went by in short order.
Waata continued the transformation into an indigenous goddess. Her mind was now far removed from courtrooms in the United States. She spoke and knew only her native tongue and Spanish. Her body glimmered sensuality and some of the staff said she looked like the Aztec Goddess Xochiquetzal— the Goddess of Love and Fertility.
Even Anita was impressed as she circled the transformed lawyer. She noticed Waata’s arousal. The dark chocolate skin glistened. The nipples and breasts were firm and uplifted and even from 6 feet away, Anita could see Waata’s pussy was glistening. There was a scent in the air, a scent that made Anita’s pussy tingle. It was Waata’s scent and her pheromones that filled the air.
Anita looked to Luisa smiling, “she is perfect, even her own father would not recognize her.”
Waata was sent back to her room. Her doors were no longer locked and she was trusted to walk the halls within the compound. Nancy Fleming no longer existed.
Next, Anna was brought before Anita. She had been pierced and tattooed again. Her body art now covered a good portion of her body.
“Will she be ready to return to the mainland with her owner after the party?” Anita anticipated the answer to her question when Luisa nodded her head yes.
Luisa continued, “she is fully submissive and will do anything to please. She is a pain slut and gets herself off on beatings. She loves piercings. In fact, the more the better. Finally, and most importantly, she has no inhibitions. If her Mistress desires it, she will do it.”
“She will be pleased and I received her wire transfer last night. Make sure Anna knows who her Mistress is before the party starts.”
Next, Luisa brought in a nude Miranda. She was pleased with the transformation of the former DEA agent. Any remaining traces of masculinity were gone. Everything from hair, to makeup to body composition screamed female and open sexuality. Mentally, Mike accepted his life as Miranda and had days ago stopped fighting the process.
“Perfect,” Anita said. I want a copy of his transformation film sent to the DEA. As for Miranda, she will provide services at our party and after that, have her sent to one of our clubs in Mexico City.”
“Now,” Luisa said, “I present you the former Nancy Fleming, who now is simply know as Waata.”
“I hear many think she is the reincarnation of the Aztec Goddess of Love and Fertility,” Anita looked at her assistant for an answer.
“That is true, but it was by accident and not design.” Luisa continued, “by any standards, she is magnificent and obedient.”
“Is she still virginal,” Anita inquired.
“Yes,” Luisa whispered softly, “I did not think you would want that trait removed yet.”
“You did well,” Anita said, “if Saturday evening goes well, I will reward you handsomely.” She added, “has a film been sent to her father?”
Luisa nodded yes.
“Now,” she announced, “I have a special project to attend too.” Anita turned and left the room.
Waata walked back to her room unaware of her transformation or her future. She just wanted to make people happy.
At the far end of the complex, a room held Anita’s special project. Opening the door, Anita’s eyes fell on Richard Fleming Jr. He was asleep and naked still suffering from the effects of the drugs that coursed through his body. Turning to Ernesto, Anita gave some orders. “Use the libido enhancer on him and give him some enhancements. We will transition him later.”
Three days later, the transition team visited Bobbi and Anna again. This time they brought a mirror with them and started with Bobbi. When she saw herself, the former police officer recoiled in horror. No one in London would recognize her anymore. In fact, Bobbi would not understand the language as she only understood Spanish at this point. Bobbi was made to stand and view her body. Her hair was pulled back and fell below her shoulders. Like Waata’s hair, it was jet black. Her skin was a rich milk chocolate shade hinting of mixed race DNA. Her abs were tight as were her legs and thighs. Bobbi’s breasts had developed to their full extent now and she was a 38B. Her nipples were firm and a dark pink.
Bobbi yelled in Spanish, “what have you done to me.”
“She still is excitable and she does not know the extent of the changes.” The team laughed at Anita’s words.
On a signal from Anita, a cart was wheeled over and Bobbi was put into a gynecological exam chair with her legs spread wide in the stirrups.
“We will see how her body reacts to some basic stimulation now,”. Anita said and nodding her head as a signal, two technicians began putting clear cylinders over Bobbie’s nipples.
“These are medical grade breast stimulators and pumps. If all goes well, we may be in for a surprise,” a nurse at the console said. When everything was ready, she started the machine.
Bobbi’s eyes shot open in surprise as her breasts were slowly milked. She shut her eyes seemingly trying to fight the feeling, but a small moan escaped from her lips.
Anita bent down and whispered in the Brit’s ear, “don’t fight it dear, in the end you will give in, they all give in.”
Bobbi moaned again and within minutes small droplets formed on her engorged nipples.
“Excellent, she is lactating for us,” the nurse said and as the team watched, the droplets became a steady stream of milk.
Standing between Bobbi’s legs, the nurse, pointed out the flow of vaginal lubrication and fluids from the former police officer. “She is clearly excited,” someone said.
Within 5 minutes, Bobbi peaked and the largest orgasm she ever had swept throughout her body. Everyone in the wing of the building heard her scream, but it was a scream of pleasure.
“Her libido certainly is up there,” Anita said. “She will do well at the party. Keep conditioning her as directed.”
A nurse added, “if that is the reaction from breast stimulation, we will need earplugs when she is fucked.”
The group then turned their attention to Anna.
A staff member went over Anna’s present condition. “We are just reinforcing her at this point. She is everything her owner asked for and she still loves the pain.”
“I don’t want this one in a dress at the party, come up with something else more appropriate for her mental condition.” Anita finished speaking and reaching down, gave Anna’s left nipple a violent pinch.
“OMG yes” Anna screamed bringing a smile to everyone’s face.
As Anna was sent to her room, Miranda was brought in. There was absolutely no trace of her male past remaining. She now walked, talked, and acted as a female.
The nurse spoke. “The biggest change is sexual.” The penis and prostate have disappeared. Miranda has a fully functioning pussy and she can experience sexual pleasure with it and also with her ass.”
“Can she reproduce?” Anita asked.
“Not at the present time, but we are working on that change down the road.” The nurse continued, “she is a virgin, and someone will enjoy her first time.”
“I can guarantee she will not be a virgin after the party.” Anita looked down as she spoke. “She is bisexual, I assume.”
The nurse simply nodded, “they all are. They will meet any desires a future owner would have.”
“Good, very good. I don’t need to see them again until the party.” Anita walked away talking to her staff, “and now it is time to turn our attention to Richard as he will have an entertainment role on Saturday.”
In the U.S., Richard Fleming received a nondescript box in the mail. Opening the box, he found two DVDs. Going to his office, he sat down and put the first in his computer. His eyes focused and then teared. On it, his beautiful daughter Nancy begged for help. The narrator, laughed with a “daddy can’t help you now.”
Fleming watched unable to pull away from the scenes unfolding. Throughout the film, he was mocked as his daughter changed before his eyes. “You will never see the final version of your daughter,” a female voice said. “She will serve us now.”
Just when he thought it could not get any worse, he saw an image of his son partying in Cabo. As he image shifted, his son was staggering, ed by two men and hustled aboard a private aircraft. A voice simply said, “and now we have junior too.”
Fleming’s heart raced and he knew his blood pressure was through the roof. He reached for his bottle of pills and quickly swallowed two. What was he going to tell his wife? He could not let her see the film as it would kill her. Picking up the phone, he called the Deputy Attorney General, Fred Baker.
When Baker picked up, all Fleming could say was “Fred, I need some help. It is about Nancy and Richard.”