This choice: Shyly Bob asks if she still has her powers. • Go Back...Chapter #7Shyly Bob asks if she still has her powers. by: Mr. George   Slipping between the girls, Helen rejoined her family. From the reactions of the other girls, it was clear that some were upset by the close press of naked flesh. Just as clearly there was more than two transformed males, who appeared uncomfortable in their new skins.
Despite this hesitancy, she swept her family into a hug, the four of them clinging to each other for hope and comfort.
"Right we might not have long." she said to the room, as the hug broke apart. "We should introduce ourselves, and share what knowledge we have." Bob nodded his agreement, hopefully encouraging the others. "Yes... introduce ourselves." She looked disconcerted by the sound of her own voice, and the tickle of her hair across her shoulders.
With the group watching the Parrs reunite, everyone had to snap around when the door opened behind them.
For a moment, they thought there was a new addition to their number. But this girl walked with confidence into the room, and she was clothed. Well, clothed after a fashion, a mix of latex, leather and mesh. But it was the riding crop she held ready that held everyone's attention.
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"Ladies." she purred, "No need to waste time, with your former names, with your former lives. I'm here, to guide you into your new lives, and new jobs. To you, I am Mistress Sakura."
Behind her in the corridor, were two more women, half visible beyond the frame of the door. They were covered head to toe in shiny latex. With only holes cut, for their eyes, and mouth, and two tiny holes for their noses, there was no faces to read. The former men, at least Helen guessed that it was them, were gawping, transfixed, hypnotised by the strap-ons standing erect and dangerous on each figure.
Either sensing a chance to escape or, overcome with panic, one of the girls charged forward. Head low, she made for the door. In the corridor the two guards took a measured step backwards. But the domme, snatched her hand out, catching the fleeing girl's hand. It didn't look like much, the barest hold on a few fingers. In moments, the girl was writhing on the floor begging to be released. Her arm twisted the wrong way, the domme didn't even need to threaten to use the riding crop.
Helen felt the kids hands tighten their grip, looking for comfort, looking for reassurance.
As the pinned girl wailed, shrieked and bawled, her torturer looked deaf to her cries. Stepping over to stand astride her, she gave her wrist a slight twist.
"Silence girl." her voice quiet, but commanding. Pinned to the floor, the girl held it down to sob, and sniffs of misery. Releasing her hold, the girl huddled up as best she could, cradling her arm protectively.
"You know I need to punish you now." she said, looming over the girl.
In abject misery, the girl nodded.
As if addressing a slow child, she spoke loudly and clearly for the whole room to hear.
"When you answer my questions, you shall address me as Mistress. Every sentence will end with Mistress, or Mistress Sakura."
She took a deep breath, to let that sink in. The whole room shocked into silence. Tapping the girl with her toe.
"Do you know I need to punish you now?"
Again the girl sniffed, and nodded, only a moment later sucking a deep breath of air, "Yes... yes, Mistress." the girl answered.
Grabbing her armpit, she lifted the girl to her feet. Head low in defeat, her face a mix of snot and tears she couldn't have looked more defeated.
"Fight me, and you force me to punish you. Co-operate, and I can be kind."
Gently tapping the back of her thighs with the riding crop, the girl flinched, but took the hint, walking towards the door. Without looking back Mistress Sakura followed a pace or two behind.
"I'll bring little Natsuko back in an hour." she promised the room.
"Do you like your new name, Natsuko?"
The door hissed closed, cutting short her defeated answer.
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