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  [23 february 2024]=-=[friday]=-=(0957)

  “Absolutely not.”

  “Morgan, you’re not being fair!” Raina whines.

  “No! We are not selling you back into sexual svery to assassinate one of the people on The List,” Morgan says, sternly.

  “But I want to help with the operation!” Raina protests, stomping her foot.

  “Raina,” Morgan says, exhaling hard. “I used to be in the military. I was trained to kill for years. You’re… no offense, but you’re a rich kid with a vendetta. Batman isn’t real, and if he were, you wouldn’t fit in the suit.”

  “It’s not my fault that nothing I trained for is helpful…” Raina whimpers. “Please, I want to do this!”

  “No,” Morgan says again as she reloads her pistol. “Now step back, please. I need to focus. It’s hard to do a proper firing stance with these fucking things…” It’s still too early for her to get the breast impnts removed, and even if she could, she’s leaning towards keeping them and just getting used to being top heavy. If nothing else, it’ll mean the next sick fuck might not feel the need to give her more up top again. Smaller impnts are also an option, so she’ll still be attractive to these perverts but more able to move about and function.

  Raina sighs and steps back a few feet. She hates to admit that Morgan is right. Her heart may be in the right pce, but she doesn’t have the training or the temperament to be an assassin, and she’s still mentally scarred from actually being sold into sexual svery. Hell, she slips up occasionally and refers to Roderick as “Sir.” She winces as Morgan fires the pistol and empties the clip.

  The target gets reeled back and Morgan observes her handiwork. None of the shots are more than an inch off target, and several went right through the bullseye. “I need to work on my aim…” She shakes her head and takes the pistol to a locker to put it away. “Raina… look. I know you want to help out somehow. But you don’t need to do so because you feel indebted to us. There’s a lot you can do around here.”

  “...But I only really know three things – accounting, housework, and… and sex work,” Raina says softly.

  “I’m sure Miss Kelly would spring for you to learn a trade or… hell, you’re still young enough to go to college,” Morgan says as she grabs a towel out of the locker and starts to dry herself off.

  Raina can’t help but gawk at her rescuer. She’s fucking hot. It’s hard to believe she used to be a man.

  Aside from the ridiculously rge breasts, Morgan is actually very toned and trim. She started working out again after revealing she knew the mission, and since getting back to Kelly’s compound, she’s resumed those workouts, though with less of a focus on strength training. Her blonde hair has grown out into a pixie cut, and her brown eyes stare ahead with purpose. She’s wearing a burgundy sports bra that at least partially presses her breasts down to a more manageable state, as well as olive green cargo pants and combat boots.

  But she couldn’t tell you just who Morgan is at her core. The destruction of her old personality was thorough. She doesn’t remember her old name. She doesn’t remember her upbringing, or her parents. She knows she was in the military, but not why she joined or how she left. Despite the condition of her body, it doesn’t register that she was ever really a man. But she’s not really trans either. She just… became a girl one day. Mistress said so, and so she was. She doesn’t even have a st name – the one she gave Roderick was just a cover ID.

  So, she’s fought to cobble together a personality from what was left. Without the influences of her past and of a masculine upbringing, she’s become less toxic, less self-centered, almost noble somehow. She’s compassionate, but she’s also a stone-cold killer of those who hurt those she cares about. She’s a reluctant leader who desires only to follow. She’s a passionate but considerate lover.

  She is many things her old self was not and could never have been.

  “I was never great at the schostic stuff…” Raina admits. “I… if I can’t help, I don’t know that I even have a purpose…”

  Oh, hell. Raina’s starting to doomspiral. Honestly, what the girl needs is therapy, but she won’t get that hanging around Kelly’s sub-basements all day. Morgan sighs, reaching over and firmly putting her hands on the other girl’s shoulders. “Raina. You have a purpose. Everyone does. You just have to find it.”

  Raina calms down a little from the pressure. “...Can we…?”

  Morgan shakes her head. “You’re not going to fix what’s wrong with you with sex.”

  Raina whimpers. Gods, that bastard did such a number on her. No… all the men in her life did. They didn’t just fail her, they actively sabotaged her to where she would think she was nothing but broken, and that they were the only ones who could fix her, only for them to keep her in a broken state. Then they’d use her and let the cycle repeat.

  Those bastards need to suffer, Morgan silently resolves. “Come on, Raina,” she says. “You need to eat something.”

  “I ate yesterday,” Raina says.

  “Yes, and you need to do it every day if you want to be healthy,” Morgan teasingly chides. “Sometimes even multiple times a day.” She leads the other girl over to the mess hall that the PMCs use.

  As they walk in, Raina feels out of pce. She’s wearing a workout shirt from the company that employs the PMCs that Kelly uses, as well as a badly fitting pair of sweatpants. But it’s the G cups and the fact that she’s six feet tall that really make her feel that she’s standing out like a sore thumb.

  Yet, the PMCs aren’t really paying her any mind. They’re professionals, after all.

  The two walk over to grab some food that had been put out for breakfast. It’s just scrambled eggs, sausage links, and dry toast, but after Morgan’s ordeal, it may as well be a five-star breakfast to her. Raina has some misgivings about taking the meal, though.

  “Go on,” Morgan says. “You’re allowed.”

  “It’s not that…” Raina says. “This is what I’d prepare for him every morning, along with the cereal. I don’t feel…” She shakes her head and simply takes the toast. “This will do for now.”

  She really needs therapy, Morgan figures. I’ll have to talk to Miss Kelly ter.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  [25 february 2024]=-=[sunday]=-=(0200)

  Raina sleeps fitfully as she grapples with a nightmare. She’s had them pretty much since she was originally sold, which was about a year ago.

  You’ll never be good enough. You’re a poor excuse for a son.

  Raina’s family life was chaotic, to say the least. Before she was even born, her father was with another woman, who had his first son. His heir, as he saw it. But she fled his abuse, with the son in tow. She didn’t even ask for child support, she just wanted to get away from him. So, her father remarried and eventually Raina, or Milton, as she was originally known, was born. “He” was meant to be the perfect repcement son.

  She was anything but. Bookish and sensitive, Raina’s younger self was the antithesis of everything her father believed a boy should be. He had tried everything he could think of to instill what he saw as proper masculinity in her, and it just… never really took. He tried positive encouragement, negative reinforcement, even verbal and physical abuse. Nothing really worked.

  Then, the prodigal son returned. He had inherited too many of his father’s more odious personality traits and was sent to live with him.

  At first, Raina enjoyed having a brother. She was an only child up to that point. But only a few months in, it became clear why her brother’s mother had washed her hands of him.

  Hey, let me show you something...

  That was the first time Raina was used by a man.

  Just rex, I’ll do all the work. You’ll enjoy it. You’ll see.

  The most damning part is that she did.

  After the third time, Raina’s father caught them and kicked her brother out. But then he turned his ire toward Raina. She must have done something to corrupt his true, original perfect son. He no longer really tried to force Raina into masculinity after that point. He had given up. His abuse of her only intensified, especially after her mother died. He didn’t want a gay son or a girl, which is all he saw her as after that point.

  Shortly afterward, her father met Roderick. He made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. A million dolrs was enough to retire on, right? He certainly thought so.

  She was sold. But that wasn’t the end of her misery, not by a longshot.

  “...Sir…” she murmurs in her sleep as she tosses and turns, eventually ending up on her stomach. She instinctively lifts her ass up and bends her knees, as if presenting herself to him.

  As soon as Roderick took possession of her, he began forcibly feminizing her, castrating her almost immediately. The estrogen injections came shortly afterward, followed by the breast impnts and the facial and voice feminization surgeries. He then systematically abused her over the course of that year, forcibly shaping and molding her into the perfect feminized sve boy.

  Well… almost. Because the unwanted boy underwent an internal transformation as well. She realized that if she was going to be transformed physically nearly all the way into a girl and used like a girl, she may as well just be a girl at that point.

  But like her father, Roderick didn’t want a girl, and he put the box cutter to her throat to prove his point. He didn’t buy Raina, he bought “Milton,” and that’s what he expected her to be. “He” was a boy despite all the feminization, to be used as the man saw fit, and eventually to be disposed of like so many others in the past.

  Raina begs in her sleep for a fuck that will never come, as if she’s in heat. “Please… Sir…”

  Morgan wakes up at that point. The two are sharing a room for now, although Morgan is sleeping on a mattress on the floor so Raina can have the bed. She, unlike Raina, is a light sleeper. “Whafuck…” she says as she rubs her eyes, looking over at the source of the noises. “Raina?”

  Raina continues to debase herself in her sleep, seeking the approval of a dead man and a man who may as well be dead to her.

  Morgan pulls her bnket off. She’s just wearing a t-shirt and panties at this point. She gets to her feet and gently rocks Raina. “Hey. Wake up, Raina. Come on.”

  “Nnnh… Sir, please…” Raina sleepily begs, before she slowly starts to wake up. “Huh, wha… Morgan?”

  “Yeah,” she says. “You okay?”

  Raina blushes as she realizes the physical position she’s in. At the least, she’s covered with a bnket, and she’s clothed, so she’s not completely exposed to the world. “Damn it…” she says, flush with embarrassment. “I was having a nightmare…”

  “Roderick again?” Morgan asks.

  “No…” Raina says. “My… my older brother,” she says. “He was the first one to… to use me for sex.”

  Morgan climbs into bed with Raina. “C’mere.”

  Raina scoots over a little and snuggles up with Morgan.

  “Tell me about it, if you want,” Morgan says softly as she wraps Raina in her arms.

  “I was dreaming about my life so far… and what led me to this,” Raina says, sobbing slightly. “I was supposed to be the repcement son, of all things… what a fucking joke.”

  Jesus, Morgan thinks. She was fucked up before she ever got sold… she was supposed to repce the person who ended up being the first one to rape her. Poor girl never had a chance…

  “...I was fucked from the start, I think…” Raina says with a sob. “And now I’m fucking up again. Maybe I’d be better off…”

  “...Do not finish that sentence,” Morgan says. “You’re better off alive.”

  “It doesn’t seem like it,” Raina says through tears. “All I’m good for is being a hole to fuck, and no one around here will even do that…”

  Morgan squeezes Raina tightly. “Enough. You are worth more than that. You have value. The people here care about your mental and physical well-being, that’s why they’re not just going to use you and feed those self-destructive habits. I care about you, damn it.”

  “...You…?” Raina asks, taken aback. “...You care about me? Like… as in…?”

  “I care what happens to you,” Morgan says. “You’re my friend. And maybe more, given time. But you have to stick around for that. Okay? You can’t give up.”

  Raina rolls over and buries her head in Morgan’s chest and she cries herself to sleep.

  Morgan blushes a bit, but ultimately, she lets her stay like that.

  --={@~~~@}=--

  (1032)

  Kelly and Danni are looking over the documents they got from Roderick’s mansion. They’re trying to decide who should be Morgan’s next target.

  “I like Victorino,” Kelly says. “He bought a kid from Levin, maybe he knows where to find him.”

  “No…” Danni says. “I just looked him up. Death by autoerotic asphyxiation st month. What about Sazar?”

  “Life in prison for drug running,” Kelly says. “And as far as these documents show, Levin’s never interacted with him anyway.”

  “I’ve got a name for the next target. Callis.”

  Danni and Kelly look back at Morgan, who just entered what is effectively the war room. “Why Callis?” Danni asks. “He’s a nobody.”

  “Wait…” Kelly says as she looks through the documentation. “Callis, Callis… George Callis. Sold one… oh… you want to go after Raina’s father?”

  “He’s not a buyer, though, from what we’ve found out,” Danni says. “There’s no guarantee we could even get you inserted with him.”

  “Not George,” Morgan says. “At least… not immediately. No, I mean Joshua Callis. Her brother.”

  “He’s not even in these records,” Danni says. “Why him?”

  “That’s personal, Mistress,” Morgan says, looking deadly serious. Because he hurt Raina, Morgan thinks. Because I care for her. She’s not willing to use the “L” word yet, even in her thoughts. It’s still too early.

  Danni sighs. “We don’t have time for personal vendettas. We have a mission…”

  “A mission driven by the most personal of vendettas!” Morgan excims, interrupting her Mistress.

  “Little girl…” Danni begins, attempting to get Morgan to back down.

  “...Stand down, Daniel,” Kelly says. “I know where Morgan’s coming from, and she’s right. What vendetta is more personal than one being pursued by a grieving mother on behalf of her child? What cause is more worth burning down everything in your path than love?”

  “I don’t…” Morgan can’t finish that sentence. It might be a lie. “...I might. I don’t know yet. Either way, Raina deserves peace and knowing her abusers are all taken care of might bring her some soce.”

  “...I don’t like this,” Danni says. “But if Miss Kelly is on board, I’ll help. What can we do?”

  “Just find him,” Morgan says. “I don’t need an eborate pn to deal with this sick fuck. I’m just going to put a bullet in his head.”

  “That… that won’t be easy, but…” Danni starts running some advanced searches. She blinks. “Hold on…”

  “What is it?” Kelly asks.

  “His resume was the first search result. The company he works for. I’ve seen that name before,” Danni says as she starts to cross-reference the documentation from Roderick’s pce, and the few tidbits of information they have on Levin’s bodyguard. “...I think he just jumped to a priority one target, Miss Kelly.”

  “How so?” Kelly asks as she looks at the rger monitor. “I mean, I see the name you’re talking about. Starscape Innovations. What’s so special about that?”

  Danni pulls up the page for Starscape Innovations. The nding page has a bunch of tech bro doublespeak that is mainly there to make potential investors believe there’s something there worth investing in. It appears they’re mainly involved in making military tech. It looks like they also run a private military contracting outfit for high value individuals. “They’re a rival PMC outfit,” she expins. “Callis works for them. And look at the COO.”

  Kelly blinks. Xander Remington. Levin’s personal bodyguard. “Shit. You’re right. He just got a lot more interesting.”

  Morgan just observes in the background. “Well. I doubt my pn will work if he’s mixed up with those sorts of people.”

  “True, but it also makes it a lot more likely that he has simir tastes to the others on The List,” Danni says. “He could be an in for us to get to Remington.”

  Kelly nods. “Find us a connection so we can insert Morgan. And Morgan? Don’t kill him until you can get inserted with Remington somehow.”

  Morgan frowns. “No promises, Miss Kelly. He really deserves to drown in his own blood. There is something else, though…”

  “Yes?” Kelly asks.

  “Raina needs a lot of help to get back to where she can be a functional human being again,” Morgan says. “Those shrinks you had try to get into Stefan’s head… can one of them maybe help her?”

  “...Yeah, I don’t see why they couldn’t. I’ll make some calls,” Kelly says. “She’s speaking, at least, so… maybe she has a chance.”

  Morgan nods. “Thank you. Speaking of Stefan, can… can I go down to his room? I want to try something.”

  Kelly nods. She’d give anything for Stefan to come back to her. If Morgan has an idea, she’s listening. She takes Morgan and they head for the long, restricted hallway. As they reach Stefan’s door, Kelly opens the locks.

  Morgan takes a deep breath and walks up to the door. “Okay. I don’t know how this is going to py out. Be ready for anything.” She walks into the room, slowly. She takes and releases a deep breath, before nodding to herself.

  She only says three words to Stefan.

  “Sir is dead.”

  Stefan blinks and his eyes move to focus on Morgan. “...He’s dead?” he chokes out in a feminized voice that hasn’t been used in a long time. “...He’s dead… he can’t… he can’t hurt…”

  Kelly holds her hands together in front of her face. “...He can’t hurt you anymore, sweetie. He can’t hurt anyone else ever again.”

  Stefan turns his head. “...M-Mom?” He quickly pulls a bnket over himself. “...Don’t look at me… I… I’m hideous… I’m just a weak girl… I couldn’t stop them…”

  “Honey… being a girl doesn’t make you weak, if that’s what you want to be,” Kelly says as she walks over. “If it is, I support you. If you want to go back to being a boy, I’ll help you. I love you and that isn’t going to change because of something that’s not your fault.”

  “I-I don’t know what I want…” Stefan says. “My head is so mixed up… I… don’t know who I am anymore…” He curls up in the fetal position, trying to make himself small. “Who am I, Mom?”

  Those words and that reaction strike Kelly like a dagger to the heart. Her worst fears have been realized. Stefan may be aware, but he’s also lost to her, and to himself. He’s been changed, not just physically, but mentally as well. She looks at Morgan, and she feels her stomach churn.

  I inflicted this on an innocent.

  I’m no better than Levin.

  I don’t deserve to have Stefan back.

  This is my penance...