This choice: Bill Buckman wakes to an unpleasant shock. • Go Back...Chapter #5Bill Buckman wakes to an unpleasant shock. by: Mr. George   Bill woke with a start, jerking upright, as his memories woke him. He was in the dark, and alone, his last recollection, a maniac walking down the boardroom and darting everyone as she passed.
Bill shivered in the cold, as he looked around. It was pitch dark all around. Bill shrieked in horror, the high, piercing tone confirming her new gender. Her hands leaping to her chest, she found a sensitive pair of firm, full titties there. Her breath came in rasping gasps, as she fought the rising panic.
Desperate to find hope, she decided she could try and escape in the darkness. Perhaps whoever was behind this hadn't expected her to wake up quite so early. As a second thought struck, Bill's hand darted to the back of her neck. Her fingers bumping over the new scar there. An ID tag, that marked her as company property. The tag identifying her owners, and the ends sealed to form a solid ring around her spinal column.
She shuddered at the cruelty of it. The only way she'd ever be free of the tag was if she ripped it out, and left herself paralysed for life.
It was hard to tell, but the girls felt heavy in her hands, and felt awkwardly large too. Vaguely, she hoped she merely had small hands, as she cautiously squeezed the girls. A soft sensual moan spilled from her lips. Quickly stifled, as she eased her grip. But she dreaded, she knew the truth was worse.
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A hand landed heavily on her shoulder, a coarse, large masculine hand. She squeaked, her arms flailing wildly.
"I'm here to help. Just put your hand on my shoulder and follow me."
He took her wrist and guided her hand into place. It felt a mile higher, and Bill fought the urge to run away. In the darkness, she'd no chance. The man patted her hand reassuringly once it was in place.
As he lead her forward, she felt the natural swivel of her hips. The extra bounce in her step, the roll and shimmy of her flesh. The programming ensuring she gave no clues to her previous gender with her walk. An innate sense of trust in men, all men ensured she strutted proudly after him. His presence, his lead enough of an incentive for her to follow. Bill knew at least part of this was programmed, but as long as she was moving forward, she was happy.
"That's a good girl." his voice soft-spoken, but unconvincing.
"I'm Billi..." she offered brightly. Her voice girlish, giggly and full of fun.
Bill didn't get any further, already feeling the effects of her processing. She could no longer even pronounce her former name. She tried again.
"I'm Billi.... do you like me?"
The question, coquettish, and full of promise.
"I'm not your master, Billi." The voice disinterested. She continued to follow the voice, her bare feet slapping on the cold stone floor.
"Not many ask for a blind girl." he observed.
"I'm blind..." Billi's voice rising in pitch and horror as she asked. Yet, somehow still sounding as if she was craving something more.
"Yes." Again the same dull male tone called from the dark. "It makes a girl dependent, willing and easily lead."
He patted her hand again, as if rubbing her face in the fact.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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