Truth's Purity

Synopsis: A young man awakens in a strange room, in the body of a younger girl. He finds out why he's there, but refuses to accept his feelings

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Chapter 5

I jolted awake from a tangled mass of fuzzy dreams and stared around at the unfamiliar bedroom around me. Where was I? What…this place was…oh god…

The memories of the past day came crashing down onto me and a pained grunt mixed with a whimper escaped my lips. The shame from the other night tore through my chest and my eyes burned. How could I have been so stupid as to think Tegan was my friend here? I’d been humiliated and violated just because I hadn’t wanted to change clothes in front of her. She was a monster. I hated her! She’d tricked me into thinking she was my friend when she was just as fucked up as Laine was.

Cold anger flooded me and I tore myself out of the bed and went over to the wall that had opened the day before, running my hands over it to try and see if I could find anything, some hint of how it worked. I needed to get out of here. I couldn’t go through something like what had happened last night, and from what I understood even worse things were going to happen to me today. And the day after. For months and months until I broke.

I felt no signs of a door so I stopped searching with my hands and instead studied it, taking in every aspect of the wall. Which turned out to be a waste of time because it just looked like a wall, so clean that there weren’t even any interesting dust formations to look at. I couldn’t tell what the wall was made out, it certainly wasn’t wood, and whatever it was it was as hard as steel. Was it made out of steel? A thick layer of it? Was that possible? Were some walls made completely out of steel? It sounded like a stupid thing to not know but I really had no idea. I’d never even thought about what walls were made out of before.

Would it even matter if I knew what this stupid fucking wall was made out of? The only way I’d be able to break it down was if it was made from cardboard, which it was obviously not.

‘Fuck!’ I screamed after staring at the wall for so long that my vision started to double in on itself. How the hell could this wall be so flawless? I’d seen it slide open! There had to be some kind of line along it that’d show where it parted! There had to be!

‘OPEN!’ I snarled in frustration, my anger growing stronger. ‘Let me out of here! LET ME OUT!’

I snapped and shoved my hands, palms-first, against the wall as hard as I could. It didn’t do anything beyond pissing me off even more and sending a sliver of pain through my arms. The small pain sparked my anger and it exploded into a raging bonfire that for a moment consumed me, and I reared back and punched the wall as hard as I could.

That turned out to be a bad idea. My fist hit the wall with a hard ‘THWACK’ and crumpled against it, the skin on my knuckles slightly scraping off as horrible pain shot through my entire arm, centring around my fingers. I’d thrown the punch so violently that I was jerked forward and smacked against the wall, bruising my nose and chin, but nowhere near as badly as I’d hurt my arm. I slid down onto the ground with an agonized whimper, cradling the bundle of agony that was now my right hand as pained tears ran down my face.

‘Ow ow ow ow ow.’ I gasped as I tentatively moved my injured fingers. None of them were broken but they were definitely not in good shape. I couldn’t feel them properly beyond where the pain was emanating from and I had trouble getting them to do what I wanted, like made a fist or fully straighten.

I kept trying to make a fist though, and after a couple of attempts I finally managed to. I was still angry, the pain only seeming to just add fuel to the blazing inferno of rage inside of me, and I stomped to my feet and glared at the wall, not sure what I was going to do but angry enough to not care. My breathing was coming out in short burst of either pained whimpers or furious grunts.

I imagined Tegan on the other side of the wall, laughing at me for being so pathetic. Laughing in her stupid, delighted way that made me want to punch her in the face. She’d enjoyed tearing off my clothes and staring at me naked, she’d known I was going to refuse to change in front of her and wanted me to fight her. Why couldn’t she have just left the clothes there and gone? She was full of shit! As if I was going to get used to people seeing me naked! And if she thought I was going to let her undress me again then she was insane. I was going to fight her properly this time. She’d gotten me by surprise last time because I’d thought she was a nice person, she’d tricked me, but that wouldn’t happen this time! As soon as she came near me I was going to punch her in the face! I was going to make her sorry she ever touched at me, tore off my clothes and stared at me, stared at my…my body, my…penis! And…and today Laine was…she was going to do worse things, she was going to…

I snapped again and, deciding in a split second that I didn’t care what happened to my body, only caring that I needed to get out of here somehow, even if it meant breaking my arm, I punched the wall again. As hard as I could, more violently than I had before.

An even worse pain than before exploded through me but I screamed through it and slammed my body against the wall, then stepped back and punched it again, unable to do it as hard as before but hard enough that I felt satisfied, and then I threw my weight against the wall again. Was it moving? Maybe I could jar it open or something! Or break it so that they had to tear it down to get in, and when they did I’d be able to find a way to escape!

I slammed my hand against the wall again, and again, and again until I couldn’t stand the pain anymore, and let it hang limply against at my side while I continued to slam myself against the wall, shoulder first. I don’t know how long I was at it but I was finally forced to stop when the pain became too much. I groaned and leant against the wall, gasping for breath as sweat ran down my face. I surely had to be making some progress!

I stepped back and took a deep breath. My nose was bleeding slightly and I vaguely recalled accidentally hitting it against the wall a few times when I’d landed awkwardly while ramming it. I lifted up my left hand and wiped away some of the blood, and then with a vindictive fuck you to Tegan I wiped it onto the nightdress. My right arm was bleeding too, a mangled mess of torn skin and blood, and I would have wiped that against myself too if the pain hadn’t of been so bad. I tried to clench it into a fist but it only twitched painfully, so I ignored it and steeled myself to rush at the wall again.

And then I suddenly collapsed, the pain and exhaustion finally winning against the anger. I fell backwards with a whimper, my hand and shoulder feeling like they were burning apart. I wiped the sweat out of my face with my left hand and moved back until I was against the bed, then hugged my knees to myself and shook as the pain got worse and worse, until I couldn’t take it anymore and I started screaming, mainly a random array of swear words but some fairly unpleasant comments about Tegan as well. After a few minutes of this I felt a tiny bit better and was able to control my breathing somewhat, and glared over my knees at the wall.

I couldn’t break it down. Maybe if I had my old body, but probably not even then. I needed to be a six foot tall mountain of a man to be able to even have a chance, and I was a tiny twenty-one-year old girl. Well, I was twenty-five I guess, but did that really matter? I didn’t look anywhere near that old and my life hadn’t really progressed in any meaningful way since I was eighteen anyway. I’d just floated about in obscurity, spending my free time hanging out with cats and watching other people play video games online. Was that seriously the kind of life I was so desperate to get back to?

I shook my head angrily, not wanting to think about such depressing things at the moment. When I got out of here I’d…change, do better, try to make friends. Maybe go back to Uni and study something fun, or get a new job where I’d actually be able to talk to people and not be stuck in a lonely little cubicle. Maybe I’d try working at a restaurant, where there were always people around to talk to.

None of that would happen though if I didn’t get out of here, and trying to break down the wall was clearly not going to work. So I needed to slip out when it was open, the next time someone came through it. And that was probably going to be soon, when Tegan came with my breakfast, or when Laine came to start our…sessions.

I sat up a little and lowered one of my knees so it’d be easier to charge at the wall when it opened, and then prepared myself to wait. If I ran as soon as I saw the wall move then I might be able to surprise the person on the other side and slip past them before they could react. I doubted I’d be able to actually get very far considering I had no idea what was on the other side, but I’d learn something and that was progress. I’d escape from the room again eventually and with my knowledge of what was outside the room I’d be able to get a little further. I probably wouldn’t escape that time either, but if I kept it up I’d eventually manage it!

I…probably should have tried to escape this way first instead of attempting to break down the wall…

I actually smiled slightly at that thought, but then pushed it away so I could focus all of my attention on the wall. As soon as I heard that clunking metal sound, as soon as it began to slide backwards, I was going to be up and running at it as fast as I could. From what I’d seen Tegan and Laine had been in the centre of the opening when the wall slid open, so I should be able to rush through the side while it was opening and catch them off guard.

This was actually going to work! I was go-

CLUNK.

Oh god! It was happening already! I-crap!

Fear drenched me and for a moment I wavered, but I clenched my sore hand and the pain took centre stage.

It was time to get out of here.

I jumped to my feet and charged at the wall as it began to slide open, and once there was a space large enough for me to slip through I did so, and started running faster than I ever had before. A sharp intake of breath came from my right and I saw Tegan standing there holding a mug and a white case but I ignored her.

A wide, brightly-lit corridor greeted me, with large scenery paintings lining the wall. There were some stools with various potted plants resting upon them but I couldn’t really take in any of the details beyond seeing that there weren’t any doors along the corridor. The floor was a shining black marble that made it hard to run in my stockings so I slowed my pace as much as I could, but didn’t stop. Why hadn’t I thought to take them off? That’d have made this much easier.

About thirty meters ahead of me the hallway ended in a silvery elevator, set into the back wall and with only one button next to it, an UP one. Hope surged inside of when I saw that and I sped up. If I got into that elevator I could take it to the ground floor and have a chance at finding the front entrance.

As I got closer however the elevator lit up and to my horror it opened, revealing Laine. She was holding a black briefcase and talking on a smartphone, but when she saw me her eyes lit up and she put the phone in her pocket. I skidded to a stop and slipped over, tried to stabilise myself with my bloody right hand and ended splatting against the marble floor. Once again pain shot through me and I felt my nose begin to bleed as it smacked against the cold marble ground.

‘Fuck!’ I snarled and shoved myself up with my left hand, refusing to give up. Laine was walking towards me, her high-heeled black boots echoing through the hallway. She was wearing a slim, unbuttoned black blazer over a white shirt, along with a short black skirt like the one she’d been wearing the other day. Maybe it was tight enough that it’d restrict her movements and I could get past her, if I ran fast enough?

‘Oh my.’ She said with a wide grin, brushing her hair behind her ears. ‘Looks like we’ve got an Anna escapee! How cute!’

I glared at her until she was a few steps in front of the elevator and then charged at it. I ran to the right and to my surprise she didn’t try to stop me, just stood back and watched, her eyes glinting. I got into the elevator just as the door closed and let out an exhausted breath, my arm throbbing with agony. Fuck!

I’d done it!

But…

I looked around the elevator and caught a glimpse of myself, as the entire back wall was a mirror. My nose and lips were bloody, my right hand was steadily dripping blood onto the metal floor and hair was smeared across my face from all the sweating and crying.

I turned away and looked for the buttons, found them on the right side and immediately pressed random floor numbers just so I could get the elevator moving. The buttons were white set in a gold circle and lit up when I pressed them. To my surprise there were a lot of them, beginning at B-4 and going all the way up to floor 10. Surely this place wasn’t that big was it? It was just a brothel, not an apartment complex or something.

I pressed the Floor 1 button and waited anxiously for the elevator to begin moving, but it didn’t. Had I put in too many commands before? Had I frozen it? Or…

Or it wasn’t going to work for me. There was a black sensor next to the buttons, just above my head, similar to the one that was outside my old apartment’s entrance, one that required you to have a special card to activate it…

Laine had just watched me come in here, and I’d slipped and fallen for a good couple of seconds outside so if Tegan had been of been chasing me she’d have had ample time then to get me.

….but they hadn’t tried to stop me at all. Because they knew I wasn’t going anywhere.

I fell down onto the floor, all of my energy dissipating, along with the anger and hope.

I couldn’t escape. This elevator was the end. I couldn’t use it and without it I wasn’t going anywhere. I was stuck here, on this floor with only the hallway and my bedroom in it. It was a perfect cage.

No…no…

The elevator doors opened and Laine came in, kneeling down in front of me and putting her hand underneath my chin so I’d look up at her.
‘Are you satisfied now?’ she asked gently. ‘You can’t leave here. You’re special to me, Anna. I built this floor just for keeping you here, safe and sound, without any possibility of escaping. See this?’ she put down the briefcase and pulled out a large black smartphone in a white case. A distant part of me was surprised to see that there was a small plastic black and white kitten tied onto a string hanging from it. On the screen was what looked like Lain’s ID, with a smiling picture of her in the corner and a black barcode next to it. ‘You need to flash this across the sensor to activate it, and you need my password to do that, and once you do you need to enter another password in the sensor before it’ll actually let you use the elevator.’

I felt tears start to well up but I gritted my teeth and glared at her. ‘This is stupid! Why would do all of that just to keep me here?’

‘I told you why.’

‘I’m not special!’

‘Don’t say that, munchkin.’ She smiled, putting her hands on either side of my face and staring at me in silence for a while. ‘You poor little thing. You really hurt yourself trying to escape, didn’t you?’ And she pulled me into a hug, which I was too exhausted to even attempt to struggle out of. ‘My silly, sweet little lamb. You shouldn’t be so rough with yourself; you’re far too delicate and fragile to be hurting yourself like this. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. We’ve got a big day ahead of us and I want you to be in as best condition as possible!’

And with that she stood up, scooped me up under her arm as if I really were a baby lamb and walked out of the lift. I protested and tried to struggle out of her grip but there was barely any energy left in me and I don’t think she even noticed. It was pointless.

I was never going to get out of here.

Chapter 6

‘We didn’t get much time to talk the other day, did we?’ Laine said cheerfully as she walked down the hall with me gently bouncing up and down against her hips. ‘I wasn’t in the best of moods, I have to admit, and I didn’t have a lot of free time. I’d been in meetings all day and was starting to get a bit…antsy. But I’ve made sure that I’m as free as possible over the next couple of weeks so we can get our training off to a good start. We’re going to get to know each other very well in the coming days, Anna.’

We entered my room and she deposited me onto the ground. Tegan was standing in front of the bed, wearing the same maid outfit as yesterday, and smiled kindly at me. I spun around so I wouldn’t have to look at her.

‘How is she?’ Tegan asked as I watched the wall slide shut.

‘She damaged her hand quite badly, and her nose is a bit bruised but I don’t think it’s serious.’ Laine said and walked past me. I refused to turn around and see Tegan so I continued to stare at the wall. ‘Would you mind giving her a shower before bandaging her up? She’s covered in blood and sweat, and her hair is a mess.’

‘I though you liked your girls like that.’ Tegan said playfully and Laine laughed.

‘Only when I’m the one who’s done it to them.’ She said and I flinched as her hand patted me on the head. ‘You’re refusing to look at Tegan, huh? Still mad about the other night?’

The anger immediately flooded back into me and whipped around to snarl at Tegan. ‘She! She-she-’ I stuttered, too many words trying to force their way out of me at once. I took a shaky breath and tried to speak more coherently, but found that I couldn’t fully express how I was feeling.

‘She’s pissed, isn’t she?’ Laine said in amusement, looking at Tegan. ‘What did you do to the poor thing?’

‘She wouldn’t change in front of me so I forced her to.’ Tegan said and straightened her skirts. ‘She’s very shy about her body, even though she shouldn’t be. It’s beautiful.’

‘It is, isn’t it?’ Laine said and made a strange purring sound. ‘I’d very much like to see it. Would you undress for me please, Anna?’

Oh god. My heart stopped and the anger was immediately replaced with fear. I couldn’t…not in front of Laine…it’d been so horrible last time…just thinking about it made my legs start to shake. I remembered Tegan’s knee easily pinning me to the ground as she tore off my clothes, stared at my penis and breasts…I’d been so helpless…

‘D-do I have to?’

‘Yes.’ Laine said.

I lifted my right hand hopefully. ‘I don’t think I can like this…’

‘Oh. Sorry munchkin! I should have realised.’ Laine smiled at me. ‘Don’t worry about it then. Tegan, could you undress her for me?’

I flinched and stepped backwards as Tegan walked over. ‘Go away!’

‘Anna...are we really going to go through this again?’ Tegan said, exasperated. ‘You know how it’s going to end.’

‘Leave me alone!’ I growled and took another step backwards, hitting the chair in front of the mirror desk. ‘I hate you!’

‘Sweetie…’ Tegan said and stopped advancing.

‘Little girls need to do what they’re told.’ Laine said and walked over to me. I was too focused on Tegan to fully focus on her, so I was taken completely by surprise when she picked me up, sat down on the chair and placed me onto her lap. My hair dangled down into my eyes and I tried to squirm around to face her but she put a hand on my back to keep me steady. ‘Huh? Wh-’

‘This is going to hurt, Anna, but you need to learn.’ Laine said and to my horror she pulled up my nightdress and tugged down my panties.
‘No! Let me go!’ I cried and began to thrash harder, thinking that she was going to take off my clothes. ‘Y-’

‘Ohh, you have such a gorgeous ass.’ She purred and ran her hands over it. Then she squeezed it and I gasped as a small jolt of pleasure ran through me, quickly followed by a torrent of shame.

‘What are you doing? Don’t touch me there!’

She ignored me and continued to squeeze and run her hands over my rear, sighing happily.

‘It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?’ she whispered. ‘So soft and smooth.’

‘It’s perfect.’ Tegan agreed and I twitched in fury.

‘Stop it!’ I shrieked. ‘Let me go!’

Laine squeezed harder and then released. ‘I love spanking sexy little asses like yours.’

‘Wh-’

THWACK

I screamed in pain as her right hand slapped me on the ass, harder than I would have thought possible. I renewed my struggling to try and escape but her hand on my back was like a steel pillar pinning me to her lap. Oh god.

THWACK.

I screamed again and my body twitched on its own accord. Fresh tears stung my eyes and I started sobbing, barely comprehending what was happening. I was being spanked, by a woman who didn’t even look old enough to be my mother, and it hurt almost a badly as punching the wall had.

And Tegan was watching as I was humiliated.

‘No! Stop it!’

THWACK

‘Please! Stop it! You-’

THWACK

I dissolved into tears and began sobbing, my mind losing itself to the pain. This was horrible, so much worse than what Tegan had done to me. Why was she doing this? This was beyond degrading…

THWACK

‘Please…’ I begged, still staring down at the ground. My tears fell into my hair and dripped off of them and onto the carpet. ‘I can’t stand this! Stop it!’

THWACK

I began screaming, trying to speak but unable to.

THWACK

I couldn’t…

THWACK

…
For a terrifying moment nothing happened and I braced myself for another hit, but her hands just slowly ran over my rear. It felt so painful, like it was on fire, and as her fingers ran across it I whimpered. She pulled me up and turned me around so I was facing her, and to my confusion she was smiling warmly.

‘Owh, you poor thing.’ She cooed, wiping away some of my tears as I hiccupped. ‘I know that hurt a lot, but you have to do what we tell you to, okay? Otherwise I’ll be forced to spank you again, twice as many times.’ She didn’t wait for an answer and pulled the nightdress off of me in on go, my arms too tired to resist. Then she finished pulling off my panties and let them drop to the ground, along with my stockings. ‘There we go! All done!’

And she put me down on the ground, where I slammed my legs together and covered my chest like I had the night before. My entire body was shaking and I couldn’t stop sobbing.

What had…why had she done that…just because I wouldn’t take off my clothes…she…she…

I’d never been more humiliated in my entire life. She’d treated me like I was a little girl, a naughty toddler who refused to do what they were told. Not even my own parents had spanked me. I’d never experienced something like that, and that fact that I was twenty five years old made it all the more shameful.

I was so weak. I couldn’t do anything to stop her, just like I hadn’t been able to stop Laine the other night either. I really was at their mercy. They could do anything they wanted with me and I couldn’t do a thing about it.

‘No…’ I whimpered. ‘No…no…no…’

‘Could you take her to the shower and clean her up now please?’ Laine said, getting up off the chair and going to the wardrobe as Tegan nodded. ‘I’m going to look for a suitable outfit for her to wear today. One that’s easy to take off not too revealing. There should be a cute little dress in here somewhere, I remember buying quite a few but…hmm…maybe just a simple dress would be fine…’

Tegan walked over to wall opposite the wardrobe and looked at it with a slight frown, then stepped slightly to the side. She pulled out her phone and moved her hands across it for a few seconds, and if I hadn’t been so numb then I’d have been surprised to see the wall open up, just like the entrance to this room.

She came over and knelt down in front of me. ‘Anna…are you able to come with me to the bathroom?’ I just stared at her, tears streaming down my face. I felt cold and empty. She smiled kindly. ‘Okay then sweetie. I’m going to carry you over, alright?’

And she did so, slipping her hands under my knees and back like she’d done last night and carrying me to the bathroom. Once we were inside the wall slid shut and I wondered if Laine had made it do that with her phone or if the doors just closed automatically.

The bathroom was as large as every other room in this place. In fact, I think it was almost the same size as my bedroom, but the walls were black and the floor was similar to the marble that had been in the hallway, only slightly rougher and a little lighter.

There was a bathtub set into the back corner, pure black and almost as tall as I was. It was long enough to easily fit about five of me inside of it too, and the tap was shaped like a white swan with its wings spread. It probably cost as much as my old apartment did.

Next to it was a long towel rack and past that was the shower, which was just a depressed open area with a showerhead above it and a drain in the centre. There were several glass shelves set underneath the tap with hair and body products on them, as well as a pink body sponge on top of a black washer.

In the corner opposite the bathtub was a sink, as elaborate as the bathtub, with a mirror above it. There was an electric toothbrush next to it and some toothpaste, as well as a collection of what I assumed was facial care products. I’d seen similar bottles in stores before but never needed to buy them before. Underneath the sink was a cupboard that I assumed was full of towels, and a few feet across from it was a door that led to a toilet.

‘Hah.’ Tegan laughed softly as she placed me down onto an ornate wooden chair that was sitting next to the sink. ‘Master really does love her bathrooms.’

She went to an array of switches above me that I hadn’t noticed and turned on a fan, filling the room with a soft hum, and then lit up the shower area. Then she began to undress.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked weakly, unable to comprehend why she was doing so.

‘I’m going to clean you, so I need to be in the shower too.’ She said as she pulled her bodice over her hand and began undoing her white bra. ‘I don’t think it’d be good if I let you try and clean yourself in your current condition.’

I didn’t have an answer to that so I just watched as she undressed, not caring that it was rude. She’d done worse to me.

She watched me as she undressed, undeterred. She took off her gloves and undid her bra, letting out a small sigh of relief as she did so. Her boobs were quite large, probably a C cup, and almost perfectly round and perky. Her nipples were a deep, shiny pink and stood out from the pale milkiness of her skin, and were about the size of a fifty cent coin. I wondered if mine looked like that but didn’t look down to check. I wasn’t comfortable enough to look at my body that closely yet. Just knowing that it was female was too much information for me at the moment.

I began to feel uncomfortable starting at Tegan and gritted my teeth. I’d never actually seen a girl naked before except in my Sex Ed textbooks during senior school, and those pictures had usually been see-through or full of unpleasant facts about STI’s, so I was really curious about what she looked like underneath all her clothes but…

Was it really okay for me to watch Tegan undress? No, it wasn’t. I…I shouldn’t do to her what she’d done to me.

I sniffed and wiped my eyes, looking down at my lap. After what Laine had just done to me I was starting to realise that Tegan wasn’t as bad as I’d thought. She’d never hit met, and while she’d…done what she’d done it was for my own good, I could kind of see that now. I’d probably be feeling a whole lot worse right about now if I hadn’t been so badly humiliated the night before.

Then again, maybe not. I didn’t know. I really had no freaking idea about anything anymore. It was easier to think Tegan had been trying to help me like she’d said though.

‘It’s okay. You can look.’ She said and I jumped slightly. ‘I don’t mind. You’ve never seen a girl naked before, have you?’

‘How do you know that?’ I asked and looked at her as she unzipped her skirt, still feeling a little uncomfortable. At least my head was starting to clear though.

‘I guessed. You don’t seem like you’ve been around girls much, and you said the other day that you’ve never looked at porn.’

‘I…I have seen some.’ I admitted. ‘But only a few hentai, and all of the characters were either men or…umm…’

‘Boys who looked like girls?’

‘Yeah.’ I said uncomfortably and then began elaborating, mainly to fill in the silence. It felt weird to just sit there and watch her undress in silence, and being alone with her and not around Laine was calming me down quite a bit. ‘For a few days while I was at Uni I was really interested in that kind of stuff for some reason. I didn’t even know it even existed until I heard someone in class joke about how some anime character looked like a trap and explained what that meant to her friend. That stuck in my mind and I went home and looked up traps and…yeah. I stopped after a few days.’

‘Why?’ she asked as she finished taking off her shoes and stared on her socks. She was just in her black panties now and I noticed that her body was like mine, slim and curvy, except that she was obviously taller than I was and her arms and legs had visible muscles. There was a brown, smudgy birthmark above her right hip and a little brown dot to the left of her small bellybutton.

‘I stopped because I felt dirty and gross and ashamed. It wasn’t right, looking at stuff like that. For the first few days I only saw the stuff where the guys seduced the men, or were willingly hired as prostitutes, but then I found Heartleaf Golden and…’

‘That’s the one you’ve got bookmarked?’ Tegan asked, walking over to me. ‘Yes.’ Cold shivers ran down my back. ‘It was about a boy who looked like a girl, and he was kidnapped and these men dressed him as a girl and they…’

‘Raped him.’ Tegan finished for me and I nodded shakily. ‘And after that he realised that he wanted to be a girl and have sex with men all the time and began begging for it.’

‘Did you read it?’

‘I did.’ She nodded, taking off her headband and letting her hair fall over her face. ‘It was pretty unrealistic, but I guess that was the point. No one gives in and breaks that quickly, especially not from being raped so violently.’

‘I know! That’s why I hated it! It was so gross and fucked up, but I couldn’t get it out of my head, especially the starting bits when he’s forced to dress as a girl and he looks really pretty and…’ Something inside of me clenched up and I nearly started crying again. ‘I don’t know. I envied him for a moment. I wanted to look like a girl and be…touched and stuff. And at the start when it wasn’t so violent I liked it. But that made me feel so sick that I eventually forced myself to stop reading it.’

‘There’s nothing wrong with finding that kind of thing arousing.’ Tegan said gently.

‘I wasn’t aroused!’ I snapped.

‘Have you ever been aroused before?’

‘O-of course.’ I said, although not very confidently. Had I ever been aroused before yesterday when Laine had kissed me? ‘I must have been at some point…when I was a teenager maybe, I don’t know.’

‘Most people remember the first time they got turned on.’ Tegan said with an amused grin. ‘It’s a pretty big moment in a young person’s life, when they discover their sexuality. It’s not something you’re likely to forget.’

‘I’ve never been a very sexual person.’ I muttered, still trying to remember. I…had I even had a crush on someone before? I’d never found anyone at school all that attractive, male or female, and by the time I’d reached Uni I’d pretty much given up on interacting with other people.
‘But you still felt something while reading about a boy being forced to be a girl and fuck men?’ Tegan asked gently. ‘Maybe that was the first time you got aroused, and that’s why it’s so important to you.’

‘This-why are you asking me about this?’ I cried, my anger resurfacing, but mixed in with a confusing feeling that I didn’t know and didn’t like. ‘It’s none of your business. My life is none of your business! You shouldn’t even know anything about me!’

‘I’m just trying to help, sweetie. I want you to be happy.’ She put her hands on my shoulder and looked at me, her brow creased in concern. Her blonde hair fell loosely over her face and her green eyes stared deeply into my own, and to my surprise I actually believed that she meant what she said.

‘Why?! You’re…I didn’t…’ my throat tightened again and I bowed my head, staring at my lap so I wouldn’t have to look at her. ‘Why are you so nice? It doesn’t make any sense.’

‘I’m nice because I care about you.’ She said with a smile that reached her eyes. ‘I know you probably don’t believe that, but it’s true.’

‘You haven’t even known me for a full day!’

‘I have though.’ She ran her hand along my cheek. ‘When you were first brought here, unconscious, I took care of you. For nearly a month I spent most of my time at your side, monitoring your IV drip and replacing it every couple of hours, moving you around and massaging your joints so your body didn’t get injured, and washing you every morning to keep you clean. When I wasn’t doing any of those things I was reading your file, over and over. I moved that chair you’re sitting on next to your bed and would read it every day until I memorized it front to back.’ She leant in closer and I swallowed. ‘So I have known you for longer than a day, sweetie. And thanks to your file I know you probably better than you even know yourself.’

I had no idea what to say to her after that. I hadn’t even thought about what had happened to me while I’d been unconscious. I remembered Laine mentioning it but it’d barely registered at the time. A lot of questions came to mind, questions I probably should have wondered about before, about how I’d gotten here and how exactly I was turned into what I was now, but they weren’t as important as the horrible guilt that I was suddenly feeling.

Tegan had cared for me for nearly a month, while I’d been unconscious and probably in some kind of coma. My own parents hadn’t even done that for me when I’d broken my leg in fourth grade and ended up in a wheelchair. They’d pretty much ignored me because I hadn’t been able to help out on the farm anymore, so I’d had to try and take care of myself which didn’t go very well at all.

It was a slightly different situation than being in a coma, but I couldn’t imagine my parents washing me or massaging my joints. They’d just hire the cheapest nurse they could find and get her to do it. I’d probably have woken up covered in sores and bruises, feeling terrible. But I’d woken up yesterday feeling fine. Probably better than I had in a long time, considering how badly I’d been taking care of myself these past couple of years.

Tegan really did care about me. She’d been so kind and caring to me, and I’d told her to fuck off and said that I hated her…

I was suddenly on the verge of tears but I forced myself to hold them in. I didn’t want to cry, not now, not about this, not in front of Tegan.
I jumped to my feet, almost fell over because of how shaky they were, but ignored Tegan as she tried to help me and stumbled over to the shower.

‘I n-need to shower now.’ I said and stared at the device that controlled the water flow. It was long and thin with a swans head at the end, similar to the bathtub’s tap, and functioned depending on how high it was raised and which side it was turned to. I reached out to grab it but winced as my injured hand tried to curl around it.

‘Here, let me.’ Tegan stepped next to me and turned it on, causing warm water to spray down onto us from the large showerhead above. I turned my back to her so she wouldn’t see my penis and sighed as the water hit me, tilting my head down so it’d hit my back. Tegan turned up the heat and a delighted sound escaped my lips.

‘It’s nice, isn’t it?’ she said and I saw her grab the face washer off of the shelf from out of the corner of my eye. I noticed that she was still wearing her collar and wondered if she’d forgotten to take it off. Surely it couldn’t be good for it to be subjected to water like this. ‘Now why don’t we get rid of that blood from your face?’

She walked around me and I began to turn around, but she grabbed my arm and spun me around, then put her hand behind my head. I watched her warily as she gently rubbed the washer against my face, slowly scrubbing away the blood that had been there for the last hour or so, but her eyes never left my face. I was beginning to wonder if I should even care if she saw my penis. She’d already seen it yesterday and had probably seen it today too when Laine was…disciplining me. And besides all of that, she’d spent like a month cleaning me every morning and had definitely seen it then, probably washed it too. What did it matter if she saw it now?

‘There we go!’ she beamed as she finished removing the blood. ‘Your face is back to its cute, blood-free self. Now let’s clean your hand too, shall we?’

I held it up and she put her hand around its wrist, then as softly as she could she began to clean it.

‘Oww!’ I shrieked as soon as she began scrubbing. She’d barely touched it and it felt like she was smashing it with a brick. God damn it. Why the hell had I thought punching a freaking wall had been a good idea?

‘Yeah, this is going to hurt a bit, but bear with me okay?’ she said and continued scrubbing as I held in another shriek and whimpered. The pain made my legs tremble and for a moment I nearly fell, but she held me steady with her free hand and smiled encouragingly.

After an excruciating minute she finished and put the washer back on the shelf, then told me to turn around so she could wash my hair. She ran her hands through it and then poured a sweet-smelling liquid onto it, gently massaging it through my locks. It felt amazing and I lost myself in the sensation for a moment, wishing that it could have gone on for hours. I could feel the top of her breasts squashing up against the back of my head too, as soft and squishy as a pillow. They made me realise again just how much taller than me she was, even in bare feet.

‘How old are you?’

‘Twenty-six.’ She said, running her hands over my hair and letting the water wash away the liquid. I closed my eyes so it wouldn’t get into them. ‘Why?’

‘Are you really tall for your age or am I just really small?’

‘You’re just really small.’

‘But Lain’s much taller than you.’

‘She is.’ Tegan said, turning me around to face her. ‘Master’s definitely taller than average, but I’m not. ’

‘Why am I so small then? How old do I look?’

‘A lot younger than I do, that’s for sure. Master made you to look as young as possible without slipping into paedophilic territory.’ Tegan grabbed a pink bottle from the shelf and squeezed a generous amount of its contents onto the body sponge. The scent of strawberry met my nose and my nose tingled happily. I liked that smell quite a bit. ‘Some of the reasons why you were to look like you are were to fill in the gaps in our services. You’ll be good for age play, daddy-daughter kind of stuff, and I imagine Lolita and Princess play as well. And we have a few customers who have expressed an interested in having a kitten to play with and you’ll fit that need nicely. And slave and sub play, of course. You are going to be ridiculously popular in that area, I don’t even have to guess at that.’

It felt like icy hands had grabbed my stomach and squeezed down on it at every word she’d said, despite the warmth of the shower, but one thing in particular lodged itself in my mind. ‘Daddy-daughter?’

‘Yeah, I know.’ Tegan said with a small grimace. ‘But, hey, let’s not kink shame. If it makes them happy and doesn’t hurt anyone then what’s the harm. I’d rather them be fucking you than an actual little girl.’

‘No, I meant, what is it?’

‘Oh.’ she said and began rubbing the body sponge against my stomach. It tickled a bit and I made a weird sound that I hope Tegan didn’t hear. ‘Well, it’s pretty much what it sounds like. The client will make you call them Daddy and you’ll act like their affectionate, overly sexual daughter. There’s more to it than that but I’ve never gotten into it and Master doesn’t advertise me for that type of play anymore.’

‘Is there a mummy-daug….ah!’ I started and then gasped as she moved the sponge up and onto my chest, massaging it across my boobs. I squeaked and grabbed her arm with my good hand but she didn’t stop. For a brief moment I thought about what I’d been going to ask, if there was a mother daughter kink, and imagined Tegan as my mum. It…was a confusing thought, complicated even more by her sending warm pulses of pleasure thorough my chest.

‘You’re very sensitive, aren’t you?’ she grinned and continued to rub my boobs, the body sponge scratching against them in a frustratingly pleasurable way. ‘That’s good. Really good.’

She continued to rub my chest for longer than she probably needed to and then moved onto my shoulders, my back and then my back. It all felt amazing, but I froze as she began running down my lower back and towards my butt.

‘It’s okay. I’ll be gentle.’ she said and was true to her world, although it still stung. What hurt the most was when she forced my cheeks open and cleaned in between them, and held me still so I couldn’t jerk away when she did so.

‘Why are you cleaning me there?!’ I gasped when she first slipped the sponge in.

‘Why do you think?’ she asked in amusement, apparently assuming that I already knew the reason why.

‘I don’t know!’

‘Really?’ she stopped for a second before continuing. ‘Well…you’ll find out pretty soon. Probably in the next couple of hours.’

‘What does that mean?’ I asked nervously.

‘You’ll see.’ She finished up and moved around in front of me, dragging the sponge around my hips and towards my penis.

‘Wait!’ I grabbed her hand and stepped away. ‘You don’t need to clean me there!’

‘Yes I do.’ She said stepped forward. I stepped back and hit the shower wall.

‘Please, I d-’ I began but she put a hand to my chest, pinning me to the wall and began rubbing my genitals. I flinched and tied to back up even more, squashing myself against the wall, but it didn’t help. She moved the sponge around my penis and my testicles, slowly massaging them both. It felt unbelievably uncomfortable and kind of hurt a little bit, not at all like when she’d rubbed my breasts, and I barely managed to get through it without throwing crying out.

‘There. All done.’ She beamed once she’d finished, standing up and squeezing out the sponge. ‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’

‘Yes it was.’ I said shakily and pushed past her out of the shower, the comfort of the shower’s warmth fading away. I did feel better than I had before going in though. My energy was returning and I didn’t feel exhausted anymore, just tired. Like I’d only just woken up, which I kind of had. It felt like it’d been hours since I’d woken up but in reality it had probably been less than an hour ago.

Tegan followed me out of the shower and grabbed a towel, a fluffy white one, and rubbed her face dry so she could see clearer.

‘Okay, let’s get you nice and dry.’ she said and proceeded to do so, not even giving me a moment to recover from the shower. ‘We took longer than I thought we would and Master’s probably getting tired of waiting.’

‘Good.’ I said and then spluttered as she began drying my face.

‘Not for you it isn’t.’ Tegan smirked, rubbing down my shoulders and back. ‘Master’s wanted to play with you for a very long time now and keeping her waiting is only going to make her more…aggressive with her affection.’

I didn’t like the sound of that so forced myself to stay calm when Tegan dried my genitals and chest, and only let out a few pained whimpers when she reached my injured hand and butt. She was quite rough with my hair though, saying that there was no time to blow-dry it and rubbed it so violently with the towel that it was almost completely dry by the time she’d finished.

‘Good girl!’ she said proudly when she’d finished and another little bubble of happiness rose inside of me, but I fought off a smile. Being praised made me way happier than it should have. ‘Now…let me open this wall for you.’

She went over to where she’d discarded her clothes and took out her phone. I padded after her in the hopes of being able to see what she was doing but by the time I reached her the wall was already opening, and she looked at me with a knowing smile. Urgh.

‘Time for you to get going. I need to dry myself and get changed.’ She said, getting up and gently pushing me in the back. We were behind the shower, to the side of the opening, so Laine couldn’t see us from the bedroom.

‘Can’t I wait until you’re finished?’ I didn’t want to go out and see Laine by myself, especially while naked.

‘No. Master’s waiting.’ she said seriously voice and I turned around; if I refused to leave then she’d just drag me out.

I took a shaky breath, tried to ignore the heavy feeling inside of my stomach and walked to the exit.