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  SpoilerEye trauma, murder

  [colpse]three [9 january 2024]=-=[tuesday]=-=(1828) "Nnnnh..." Kelly moans as she grabs the sheets of her bed. Her body is shuddering with pleasure as Danni's tongue ps at her lower lips with an expert level of competence. She hasn't been given a break for the st thirty minutes and she's already came four times. Her husband just doesn't have the skills to do this. Sure, he's good at what he does, but it's rather pedestrian and basic. When she needs a good dicking, she'll sleep with him. But when she needs to really have her world rocked, that's when she calls for Danni. "Oh God!" she cries out as Danni's tongue hits her in a really sensitive spot. "Oh God, fuck me..." she almost whimpers as she grabs the sheets so tightly her knuckles start to turn white, and her nails dig into her palms. Danni drives Kelly to one more orgasm, before getting up and pushing her down on her back on the bed, roughly. Without saying a word, she stands up straight, revealing a rge strap-on attached to her lower body, which she plunges inside of Kelly before reaching down and grabbing roughly at her breasts. Kelly screams in pleasure as the rubber dick enters her. "Fuck!!! Oh God! Harder! Fucking rail me!" she shouts. It's a good thing this room is soundproofed, otherwise some of the help might actually wonder what the fuck is going on. Danni simply continues on, seemingly taking no pleasure in this. Kelly certainly isn't returning the favor, and it seems like she doesn't care that she's not. To her, this is just part of the job, just like breaking the person that was Anthony before. "Unnnh... uhhhh... fuck, I'm cumming again..." Kelly mews weakly before letting out a scream of ecstasy that would catch Danni off guard if she hadn't done this so many times before. "I... I think I'm good..." Kelly says, panting. Danni lifts her hands up and backs away, pulling the strap-on out of Kelly, before casually unhooking the strap from herself and taking it all off. "Very well," she says. "May I go back to my other job now?" "Y-yes... yes, you can..." Kelly says as she stares straight up at the ceiling. "Oh, fuck, you're as good as ever... way better than Gary..." "If you say so, Miss Kelly," Danni says as she turns and leaves. She never even took her clothing off to do any of those acts. She departs the room, heading to the elevator to get back to the sub-basements. The Jourgensen compound, from the outside, looks like the mansion of a typical tech bro that struck it big. It has five bedrooms - one for Gary and Kelly, two for the help - a maid and a chef - and two unused bedrooms. One of them is left as it was when their eldest child disappeared, sort of as a shrine to him. The st one is there originally for their other child, a girl lost in a drunk driving accident before they could get moved in. There's also a four-car garage, a game room, a rge foyer, a rge, expansive kitchen, a home theater room, a living room, two dining rooms - one for the help - and an Olympic-sized swimming pool in the back. That's merely what's above ground, however. Deep into the mountain the house is built on, however, there's much more that isn't seen. There are three sub-basements in total, the first of which has the surgical suite, and the room affectionately referred to by the staff as the "re-education center." The cells are also in the first sub-basement. The second sub-basement has quarters for the doctors, Danni, and special "guests" like the former Anthony. There's also a common area for the guards, with limited access, and a private suite with no access to anyone except Kelly. The third one has the armory and the barracks for all 56 guards who work for the Jourgensens. There's also a private morgue there and a crematorium, so bodies can be disappeared as needed, and a couple of rooms full of supplies in case of disaster. One of these rooms is the one in which the girl killed the PMC before. Danni makes her way to the second sub-basement and starts walking down the corridor to the "guest" quarters. It's time to check on her girl and see how she's doing. By now the drugs are nearly completely out of the girl's system. She still can't remember her old name, but she does remember that she used to be elsewhere before. She realizes she's a prisoner here. "Let me out!" she shouts. By now, her changed voice isn't phasing her anymore. She's in a weird middle pce mentally where she only can recall scraps of what she used to know to be true, mixed with bits and pieces of new information. She doesn't know what is true and what is lies and is panicking in her confusion. "Let me out, please!" she says. She's still wearing the sundress from before, pretty much only because the only things for her to wear are dresses or otherwise exclusively feminine clothing. As she tries to bang on the door, she gets a shock as if from a taser, and she flies back a few feet, falling on her ass. Danni enters the room. She doesn't look happy. Actually, her expression is surprisingly neutral. "What do you think you're doing, girl? Speak." "I... Mistress, I don't belong here, I'm not supposed to be here," she says. Some of the conditioning is still holding. "I have to get out. I have to..." She gets up and tries to get around Danni and out the door. Danni, though, is far too fast for her. She grabs the girl by the waist and lifts her up surprisingly easy. "I don't think so." Still carrying the squirming girl, she walks over to the bed and sits down. Then she maneuvers the girl over her knee, lifting up the skirt end of her dress and pulling down her panties. "I said if you misbehaved, you'd be punished." She starts to spank the girl very hard. It stings so much. It's also humiliating. But the part that's the absolute worst for her? It's so hot and it's sending her arousal off the charts. She knows that on some level that the person she was would be deathly humiliated by being spanked like a misbehaving child. Something inside her tries to tell her to be a man, not to cry... but she's not a man. She may never have really been one, for all she knows. She starts bawling as the sps continue. "I'm sorry, Mistress! I..." she shouts, but she's quickly spanked again. "Stop talking," Danni says. "This is for your own good. You're having disobedient thoughts that need to be chased out of your little head." By now she's up to ten sps on the girl's now-reddened ass. The girl sniffles and cries and whimpers, hating herself on some level for being reduced to this. She used to be a... what was she before? She was a soldier once, but she obviously wasn't very good at it so that's why she's here... no... that doesn't make sense... a girl like her, a soldier? No. A killer, definitely... but no soldier. A soldier wouldn't be on her Mistress's knee being spanked. Everything she's thinking feels wrong somehow and she just wants to be fixed, and she wants to know her name and... she just sobs loudly. She endures twenty harsh sps before she's lifted up easily and put back on her feet. Her dress falls down to cover her, but her panties remain pulled down. "You can talk now," Danni says, in a sternly neutral tone. "Now, do you have any notions of trying to leave?" "No," the girl says quietly. "You know that you belong here." "Uh-huh. Yes. Y-yes Mistress." "That's better, little girl," Danni says. "See? It's easy to be a good girl." The girl sniffles one more time. "Yes, Mistress." Danni just nods back. "Good. Now, Miss Kelly says you need a name. So, you need to start getting used to it, to help you with your mission." "What's my name then?" she asks. Danni thinks for a moment, then sees the tear streaks on the girl's face. She reminds her of someone she once knew, before all of this. "Morgan. Your name is Morgan." Morgan looks at Danni for a moment. "It sounds pretty..." It's also androgynous, which is perfect for what her future has in store. "That's the idea," Danni says. She reaches down and pulls Morgan's panties back up. Morgan's ass is still so damned sore... Danni gets up. "You still have so much more training to do, so let's get to it. Be silent and head to your training room." Morgan knows the way by now. Down the corridor to the right, around the bend to the blue elevator, up to "SB1," then down the corridor straight ahead to the fourth left. She walks along with a little more pep in her step, as she has a name now! And it's all hers. As Morgan and Danni reach the re-education center, Morgan hops up into the chair without hesitation, and she's quickly tied down into it. Her eyes are forced open again, while a masked doctor injects her with a syringe. It's another mind-altering drug. This time, the video has nothing but sex acts being shown. Danni leaves as the video loop begins. There are some things around here even she doesn't want to see, and a five-hour loop of men using women like her and Morgan for sex while using techniques used for subliminal advertising to impnt a sexual desire for men is one of them. At the same time, another drug is triggering physical arousal in Morgan. The end goal is to forcibly associate the two in Morgan's mind - sex with men with arousal and pleasure. By the time the loop is over, any inhibitions Morgan ever had about being used for sex by a man will hopefully be in tatters. The subliminals will ensure she's almost begging for it by the time it happens. That is, after all, what her future buyer believes she's being trained and modified for... --={@~~~@}=-- [11 january 2024]=-=[thursday]=-=(0427) Morgan is restless, squirming in her bed. She feels an emptiness she can't expin or even properly comprehend. She moans quietly, hoping the microphones don't catch her. She was st told to be silent, after all. As much as she's afraid of what a man would do to her if he caught her, she starts to wonder if it would really be so bad if one did. Maybe he could fill the emptiness she feels. Somebody has to be able to. Danni watches carefully. She hears the moans, but she won't punish her over it. She would help Morgan get acquainted with her new desires personally, but the buyer wants her to be untouched in that regard. He wants to be her first. She and Kelly will humor that wish. It's not like it costs them anything, and in the end it will only further the mission. However, ter today after Morgan sleeps - and she will be sedated if she doesn't sleep on her own soon - she needs to hone her violent impulses. There's several more "enemy" PMCs to feed to the crematorium. "Nnnnh..." she whimpers between her bnket and sheet as the desires repy in her head. Danni shakes her head as she turns to look at another monitor. Part of her is almost envious of Morgan, despite the horrific fate that eventually awaits her. It would be nice to just let her head be emptied out and just go with the flow, but that's not the role she pys around here. Another rival PMC has a bag over his head and is being led to one of the supply rooms on the third sub-basement floor. He'll be beaten and interrogated for several hours before Morgan is let in to dispose of him. Danni turns back to the monitor with Morgan's room on it. How cute. Morgan's pying with herself, trying to tease herself toward release. Between being castrated, and the estrogen shots she's been on, her sexual responses have changed drastically. She tries to jerk herself off, as if she was still a man, and while it feels okay, it doesn't really do the trick anymore. She can't get hard, for obvious reasons, and she certainly wouldn't cum the same if she could get off either. "Fff..." Morgan learns from it and starts to py with her little dick as if it's a clit, while she pys with her nipple with her free hand, and it's like a switch flips. "Ahhh... mmmm..." She continues to work herself up and something starts to build inside her, from her center outward. A wave of pleasure is starting to form. Danni lets her continue to work herself up for a little while longer. She can see the signs very easily, it's eerily simir to how the crescendo of pleasure builds inside Kelly when she's eating her out. She waits for just the right moment... Morgan is moaning loudly at this point, squirming around dramatically, she's right on the edge, she's gonna cum and it's going to be amazing, far more amazing than any jerk before all of this, and... "...Little girl." Morgan pokes her head out from under the covers and shrieks. "Mistress, I..." "I didn't give you permission to speak," Danni says over the speaker. "I also didn't give you permission to py with yourself. You'll be punished next time I see you. Go to sleep." Morgan eeps softly and pulls the bnket up over her head. Danni actually has a hint of a smile on her face for just a moment. --={@~~~@}=-- (0903) Kelly walks down the main corridor in SB3. Her PMCs have been interrogating the rival one for a few hours, mostly with their fists. They're rather unimaginative with their techniques, but she isn't paying any of them to be creative. She's paying them to get results. So far, however, the information she's looking for has been scarce. Their boss has been in the wind ever since his PMCs were abducted. They're proving to be too loyal, useless for the aims of what she's hoping to accomplish. They're also... to be frank, they're too old and too male for the most part. Even the few female PMCs she's caught in the past are too rigid and loyal to be either used for her "missions" or to be absorbed into her own team. It's really frustrating to her. They've all either had to be disposed of, or they've disposed of themselves. She lucked out in getting the person who was then Anthony. He wasn't the first person to whom she had extended her "job offer," but so far, he was the first one who she wouldn't have had to turn into a killer - the military had already started him on that path. She just had to turn him into a girl... or enough of one for one of those distasteful bastards in her social circle. Danni was succeeding in that regard. Kelly enters the supply room. "Anything?" One of her guards shakes his head. "Nothing. If he knows where Levin is, he isn't saying anything." Kelly growls slightly, kicking the tied-up PMC in the head with her high heeled shoe. "Where is the bastard?!" "I'm not saying shit, you crazy bitch," the man says, defiant to the end. "Your pansy squad doesn't have shit on the mujahedeen in Afghanistan. And they couldn't even get me to break." "...Pity. I could use someone with your fortitude, but you'll never turn on him. Such a waste," Kelly says as she pulls out a smartphone and makes a call. "He's being resistant," she says into it after a moment. "Bring down your girl." "A girl? That's how you're going to get me to talk?" the PMC says, ughing, before one of Kelly's guards hits him in the face with a baton. "No," Kelly says. "Though if you have anything to say that isn't just macho bluster, you might want to say it now. You might never get the chance again." The PMC responds by spitting blood on the floor. Kelly looks at her smart watch. 0909. It will take five minutes for Danni to get the girl here. "Five minutes left. Are you sure you don't want to talk?" The PMC says something in a foreign tongue that Kelly doesn't recognize - a misogynistic slur in Farsi that he picked up during his time in the military. "Suit yourself." The lock clicks at 0914, and Danni walks in with Morgan, who is now wearing a wig. She doesn't look as ridiculous as before, now she looks like a te bloomer of about 17 to 19 years of age - the fountain of youth effect of estrogen accentuating her already youthful features. She's in another one of her sundresses and looks completely out of pce among everyone else who is either in some type of military or guard uniform, or in Kelly's case, a suit. The PMC ughs. "Oh, is that Amazon supposed to scare me?" he says, incredulously, speaking about Danni. "I'm not going to lift a finger," Danni says. "He's your enemy. Remember your training. Leave him alive for now." Morgan walks forward, with a slight little smile on her face. She stands over the PMC, who is sitting on the floor, still tied up. Then she lifts her hands, revealing well-manicured fingernails. "Oh, how cute..." the PMC derisively starts to say. With an uncanny quickness, Morgan strikes with fingernails as sharp as knives, swiping across the PMC's eyes. He screams in agony. He can't see anything through the blood. "Fuck! I don't know where he is!" he screams. "He only let his personal bodyguard know where he was pnning to go!" Morgan is about to ssh across the PMC's neck, but Danni stops her for a moment. "Hold." "Beware the cute ones," Kelly says. "Levin's personal bodyguard. I want his name." "Remington!" the PMC shouts. "Xander Remington!" "See how easy that was?" Kelly asks as she turns to leave. "...I'm done with that," she says to Danni. "We have what we need," Danni tells Morgan. "He's useless to us now." Morgan nods and walks over to the PMC. She sshes across his throat with her nails, and he starts to choke and make gurgling noises. She then walks around him, lifting him up and snapping his neck. "Good girl," Danni says. Morgan drops the body of the now dead PMC and smiles, before doing a curtsy. "Impressive so far," Kelly says. "How goes her other training?" "It's all on schedule," Danni says. "Come, Morgan." "Perfect name," Kelly says as Morgan walks back over to Danni. "I'm sure that perverted fuck will like it too. He'll be here in one month to pick her up and he expects her to be fully trained by then." "The sale has gone through, then?" Danni asks. "Yes... he thinks he's getting a docile, obedient sex sve that he can use up and get rid of, a former, now feminized boy just like he likes," Kelly says as she unlocks the door. "How is her training on that end?" She motions for Danni to walk along. Danni follows, and Morgan follows her. The conversation may be about Morgan, but neither Danni nor Kelly is involving her in it, so she remains silent. "Her training is coming along," Danni says. "We start comportment training ter today. By the time we're done, she'll be exactly what the buyer is looking for. She'll have a completely feminine personality, be able to properly dress and groom herself like a woman and be able to perform household duties... and she's already eagerly awaiting the other duties he has pnned for her." "How eager?" Kelly asks. "I caught her masturbating in her bed," Danni says, still in her neutral tone. "She wasn't allowed to finish, of course." "Good," Kelly says. Morgan obediently follows along, hearing the other two speak but not really listening to them. It's just going in one ear and out the other. The other two are talking about her in such embarrassing detail as if she isn't three feet behind them, trailing like an obedient puppy. "Are you sure a month is enough time to bring her personality back up to a level closer to her age?" Kelly asks. "More than enough," Danni says. "Part of the reason she's so childlike right now is because of the drugs we're using to make sure her training holds; once those are out of her system for good, she should start acting closer to her age." "Remember, she's supposed to be 18," Kelly says. "I wish we had the time to do more feminizing surgeries to her so she could better look the part," Danni says. The three reach the elevator and go in - Kelly first, Danni second, and Morgan third. Morgan lowers her head, not wanting to meet the gazes of the two women who hold all the power over her life right now. "Well, the buyer does want a feminized boy, not a girl," Kelly says. "And she already started with good features, which is a plus." "I don't feel comfortable trying to mess around with her gender identity again while she's still in such a fragile state," Danni says, just staring ahead at the elevator doors. "I'm not asking you to turn her back into a boy, that will be counterproductive to future missions," Kelly says. "Especially if we find that bastard Levin." "I'm worried he might be becoming a bit of a white whale for you, Miss Kelly," Danni says softly, actually showing some concern. "Don't worry about that," Kelly says sternly. "Worry about getting the girl up to snuff and insuted against the buyer's transmisogynistic bullshit so she can do the job." "Yes, Miss Kelly," Danni says, every bit as obedient to Kelly as Morgan is to her. The elevator doors open. Kelly turns to the left. Danni and Morgan stay in the elevator and head to SB1 for more training. Kelly picks up a tray of food from one of the guards, then walks down a dark corridor to a solitary room. She opens the twin biometric locks - it's not enough for one fingerprint to open it, there's two full hand scanners. As well, there's a retinal scanner. Kelly wants to be sure no one else can get into the room. Not even Danni, who aside from her can open any other door in the pce, even some her husband cannot. She trusts Danni with her life, but not with this. She walks into the room. It's a somewhat furnished room, just like the one Morgan is in elsewhere on the floor, except this one has no cameras, microphones, or intercom. Inside is a young woman who looks to be about 20 years old or so, although she's dressed in a much younger fashion. She absolutely refuses to dress any other way. She doesn't respond as Kelly walks closer. She just stares ahead, seemingly catatonic. Kelly sits down on the bed next to the girl, setting the tray down on a nearby TV table. "Hello, Stefan," she says. "It's Mom."