AnnouncementContent warningThis chapter is wall-to-wall brutal. If you have triggers, reading the content warning is a good idea.
SpoilerIdentity death, rape, misgendering, deadnaming, transphobia, forced marriage
[colpse]eleven
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Morgan still has no way of knowing how long she’s been in this pce, in this room, stuck with the girl who is now calling herself Tiffany. She’s spent most of the time espousing the virtues of quiet submission and trying to convince Morgan to try on one of her traditional dresses. So far, she’s tried to stand her ground, despite everything Jason has tried to do to her mind. By her estimate, he’s put her through the brainwashing sessions at least ten times so far, though she has no idea how long they’ve sted as she’s bcked out each time. She’s fighting a losing battle, but damn it, she’s fighting.
“Everything would go better for you if you just submitted to Daddy and let him make the decisions for you,” Tiffany says. Maybe if she says it enough, she’ll convince herself. Maybe if she calls herself Tiffany long enough, she’ll truly believe it’s her name. There’s still a tiny shred of Evan, the boy she used to be inside, desperately trying to resist, but he’s been emotionally, physically, and sexually assaulted so much in the intervening time… days, weeks? Months?! There’s no way of knowing. There’s no day/night cycle down here, no clocks or calendars. He’s endured so many assaults; he’s fading fast and close to giving up entirely. Right now, he’s merely acting the part of Tiffany, hoping the abuse would stop.
It didn’t. But it slowed. Jason no longer has sex with him, though he’s continued the verbal, emotional, and spiritual assault on the boy. He’s breaking inside, nearly completely broken. Maybe it’s time for her to admit to herself just who she is now and give up the rest of the way. All she’d have to do is give up every single iota of agency over herself in her life, every hope of ever seeing her family or friends again. It’s really not worth all the pain and hassle anymore…
At least she can choose the dress she wears for the day. They’re all simirly styled, very conservative, but at least she can choose the color and print. All she’s allowed are dresses, and only in this general style.
Morgan looks around, but there’s nothing in the room that she can use as a weapon, not unless she wants to try spping Jason with a hairbrush or strangling him with a dress. Damn it. I’m going to have to risk using my bare hands and having him shock me before I can connect… why would I want to connect anyway? I don’t want to hurt Daddy… Fffff-- no… I can’t let myself think of him like that! I’ve got to resist… Right now, her own mind is becoming as much of an enemy as Jason is. The intrusive thoughts are becoming more frequent. From what she can piece together, he’s attempting to brainwash her into thinking of herself as another one of his children, but why?
She feels like she’s on a ticking clock, and time gets shorter every time Jason takes her away to the room with the chair and the headphones. The door opens, and speak of the devil, Jason walks in, with Joshua in tow.
“As you can see, Anthony is coming along nicely…” Jason says, deadnaming her and talking about her as if she isn’t even in the room. “He’ll be everything you want by the time I’m done, the perfect boywife.”
“He does need a better name if he’s going to be that,” Joshua surmises. “Maybe we should let him keep the Morgan name that those people gave him. It’s androgynous, so he’d pass for female while out and about, while I’d still know exactly what he is.”
Morgan growls. “Quit misgendering me, I’m a girl…” she protests, before Jason taps a button on a remote on his belt, and she gets shocked for her trouble, falling backward onto the ground, screaming and convulsing for a moment.
“Heathen, that is no way to address your future husband!” Jason says in a commanding tone.
Future husband?! Not on your life! Morgan thinks as she tries to at least get back into a sitting position. As she does, a dress is thrown at her.
“Put it on. While leaving you naked can be useful, ultimately, I’d rather you cover your shame and start to dress for your new station in life,” Jason says. It’s the same overall type of dress Tiffany is wearing, one like the idealized image of the 1950s housewife from popur culture of the era, though this one is blue, instead of white with pink flowers like Tiffany’s wearing.
Morgan holds the dress and gres hatefully at Jason. She’ll keep resisting until she can’t resist anymore.
“I gave you an order, my child,” Jason says. “Do what Daddy tells you.”
Morgan continues to try to resist, but ends up saying “Yes, Daddy,” through clenched teeth as she starts to put on the dress. A tear falls from her eye as she complies.
“As you can see, he’s well on his way to joining Tiffany as one of my children,” Jason says, looking proud of himself. “I can hardly call him a daughter, of course, but he is very much essentially one.”
“...I’m not…” Morgan starts to say, before Jason idly shocks her again, causing her to fall back over.
“...As I was saying, he is essentially one, so of course I’ll be giving him away to you at the ceremony,” Jason says as Morgan starts to lose consciousness from the electric shock that only just stopped.
“I never thought I’d get hitched, but…” Joshua says as Morgan bcks out.
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[10 april 2024]=-=[wednesday]=-=(1309)
It has taken three weeks for a couple of members of Kelly’s private military contractor team and Danni to get the necessary documentation to travel to where Morgan’s GPS signal st transmitted from. It wasn’t easy at all. The process with this country is normally arduous to begin with, and Jason bribed the right people to ensure that even if they did get things in order, the process would still take extra time and he’d get the heads-up he needed to pull up everything and get to another location, one even harder to get into for them.
Thus, when Danni and the contractors do manage to get to the site the signal came from, the house has been burned to the ground and all evidence has been lost. Forget square one, they’re back at square zero, with everyone in the wind and Morgan enduring God only knows what kind of torture.
“Fuck!” Danni says as she looks over the scene ahead of her. She doesn’t want to say it, but Morgan may be lost to them, and with her, their best chance at getting revenge on Jason for everything he’s done to them. She pulls out her satellite phone and calls Hansen. “It’s me. There’s nothing left. No trace of her, or Callis. They’re in the wind. I need you to find them, I don’t care how. We have to save her.”
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Jason knew that eventually Kelly’s people would eventually come around trying to find Morgan at some point. Of course, his contact in the government gave him the heads-up that they were trying to apply for visas, which was his cue to pack up the operation and move to another safe house, after burning the pce to the ground. It was only a house, in the end. He has many more.
Since there was going to be a wedding in Morgan’s future, whether she liked it or not, it was almost fitting that Jason would choose a converted church deep in central Russia to set up shop.
That’s how we get to this day.
Tiffany is dressing Morgan up for her wedding day, which is today, whatever today is. There’s still no way of knowing. At least she’s above ground now.
However, while the dress is at least traditional, there are certain additions to the outfit that are obviously meant to be uncomfortable, even though Morgan is drugged and too rexed to really react with any kind of protest. For one, she’s gagged, but it’s no ordinary gag. It’s a penis gag, which would be bad and humiliating enough on its own, but it’s far worse - it’s a cast of Joshua’s erect penis.
Her consent is obviously not going to be required in any way, shape, or form for this sham wedding, so being unable to speak is not exactly going to stop things.
That’s not even the worst part. She also has a vibrating plug in her ass, not quite bringing her to orgasm, but leaving her constantly on the edge.
And to add insult to injury, while the heavy colr is gone, she’s now wearing a choker that is still electrified, just not as bulky. That’s liable to be a permanent addition to her wardrobe.
“You’re so pretty today,” Tiffany says. By now, she’s long since given in to her new identity. “I’m jealous. I hope I’m half as beautiful a bride as you once it’s my turn to be married...”
Fucking kill me… Morgan thinks, unable to speak due to the gag and the drugs. She still hasn’t given up on fighting everything that’s happening, and to Jason’s chagrin, she’s still capable of resisting somehow even after weeks and weeks of brainwashing. Hence, the props.
Perhaps if Jason would have known the brainwashing technique Kelly had used on Morgan, he would have chosen a different method. The old Soviet mind control works obscenely well, but the factor that makes it do so also means it only works well once. The reason it’s so difficult to undo is because the mind not only learns to accept the new information as a new normal, but in a way, it sort of heals stronger and becomes much, much harder to break the same way.
As such, he’s been able to make some changes, but not the complete, sweeping set of mental changes that he managed to inflict on Joy. If she ever gets out of this, she will have a lot of healing ahead of her.
Tiffany smiles as she works on Morgan’s makeup next. Her smiles still ck an element of genuineness, but Jason doesn’t care about that, only compliance.
No one’s coming to rescue me, Morgan thinks. She starts to cry a little bit at the thought. They’re going to marry me off to this wonderful man… this fucking pervert, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I can barely move or think, and even my own thoughts are betraying me. It’s so nice… it’s absolute hell.
Tiffany dabs at Morgan’s eye. “There, there, I know you’ve been waiting for this too, but you can’t cry right now. You’ll ruin your makeup.”
Morgan is the farthest thing from happy or joyful right now.
“It’s time,” Jason says as he enters the room.
Tiffany helps Morgan up and walks her over to Jason. Though Morgan’s body is sluggish, and her senses are dulled, there is still a burning defiance in her eyes. Perhaps a passionate night learning his new pce in life courtesy of his new husband will fix that, he thinks as he takes her arm. “Come, my child, the ceremony is starting.
Morgan doesn’t want to comply, but her body isn’t entirely under her control at this stage. She can’t focus on walking anyway with that damned plug vibrating away inside of her. Jason is leading the way.
There’s not much to the ceremony at all, given the perverse, corrupt nature of it all. Joshua is standing before what looks like an altar, wearing a tuxedo. He’s trying to look respectable even though he is anything but. There is another man there that Morgan doesn’t recognize, dressed as a priest. Of course, they have a fucking priest in their pocket… she thinks as she is led into the room.
In front of Joshua are four chains bolted to the floor. As Morgan is led into position, across from Joshua, she is chained in pce. She can’t move until they decide she can move. The indignity of the entire experience is killing her inside and only fueling her desires for revenge… when they’re not interrupted by intrusive thoughts, that is.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to witness the joining in holy matrimony of Joshua Callis and Morgan Levin…” the priest begins.
They gave me that bastard’s name?! Morgan thinks, wanting to scream. She tries, but it’s completely muffled by the gag.
The priest’s words kind of fade in and out for her. She desperately wants to be anywhere else.
“Joshua, do you take Morgan, to have and to hold, to control and guide from now until death do you part?” the priest asks as Morgan becomes alert enough again to hear everything that’s happening.
“I do,” Joshua says, smiling. It’s a sickening smile, from a sickening man.
“And do you, Morgan, take Joshua, to have and to hold, to submit to and obey in all things until death do you part?”
NO!!! Morgan desperately tries to scream through the gag, though it’s muffled practically down to nothing. NO, NO, FOR FUCK’S SAKE, NO!!!
“He does,” Jason says.
“Then by the power vested in me by God, I pronounce you two joined for life. You may do what you will to the bride,” the priest says to Joshua.
Joshua responds by kissing Morgan, pushing the gag in even more in the process. She’s still screaming in protest through the gag, unable to stop any of what’s happening. She then feels a pinch in her arm as she’s injected with a paralytic, enough so that she can no longer move or stand on her own. He pulls out a key and unlocks her, now that she can’t move at all, before picking her up in a bridal carry. “Come along now, Mrs. Callis, our honeymoon suite awaits.
Great. Now this bastard’s going to viote me too. I love him so much… I hate him with every bit of my soul!
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Morgan fades in and out of consciousness as she is loaded into a crate, still in the wedding dress, still plugged and gagged. The constant vibration is driving her insane so long as she’s awake to feel it. Damn it all, I need to be fucked, and I hate it… husband, please fuck me… no, he is not my husband!!! The crate is then loaded onto a private pne, bound for a destination somewhere in South America, far from where Kelly and her group would think to look for her, far from any kind of help. The only one who will be able to help her out of this is herself, and she has no idea how she’s going to do it. She’s still wearing the damned shock choker, which Joshua no doubt carries the remote to now. She won’t be able to act unless she can catch him unaware, and with how much Jason has fucked with her mind, she’s not even sure if she’ll be able to go after him directly even if he is unaware.
She sobs quietly in the crate as the pne takes to the air. Unless she’s able to figure something out, and fairly quickly, she’s doomed to a lifetime as Mrs. Joshua Callis.
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Morgan feels a pinch in her ass as she’s suddenly feeling more awake than she has in a long time – days, weeks, there’s no telling. Time is all but meaningless now. She guesses that she’s been given a stimunt.
“Wake up, darling, I don’t want you sleeping while I take what’s rightfully mine from you…” Joshua says as he reaches under Morgan’s skirt and pulls the vibrating plug from her ass. For now, the gag remains.
On the one hand, she’s relieved that it’s finally out of her.
On the other, she knows what’s going in next, as Joshua takes two erectile dysfunction pills. He’ll be able to fuck her senseless for hours.
Just what I needed… I’m never going to get a break tonight, but that’s fine, I have to fulfill my wifely duties… I need to get these fucking thoughts out of my head…
Joshua starts stripping her out of the dress as he becomes erect. “You’re going to enjoy this. Trust me,” he says.
Morgan knows she is going to do anything but enjoy this, brainwashing be damned.
With little warning, Joshua enters Morgan’s ass and begins thrusting in and out of her. He didn’t bother with lube, but she was still stretched out a bit from the vibe being inside her for the better part of a couple of days.
Morgan can’t help but moan in pleasure around the penis gag. Part of it is that by now, it does feel pleasurable to her, but part of it is the brainwashing, While in the midst of several of the times she was bcked out, she was conditioned to associate having something in her ass with near-orgasmic levels of pleasure, to the point where she’s no longer capable of getting off at all without something in there. That’s part of why she was being driven nearly mad by the vibrator. In essence, she’s taking him in both ends at once, and the conditioned part of her mind is in absolute ecstasy. She’d be begging to be fucked even harder if she was able to talk right now.
The rational part of Morgan’s mind is desperately trying to fight all these sensations she’s being bombarded with. It’s a losing battle.
In the end, she loses herself to the pleasure, moving her hips forward and back in rhythm with Joshua’s thrusts, making them hit her so much harder as she moans around the gag. Fuck me, husband, fuck me like you own me… fuck me because you own me, she thinks. I’m all yours.
“Oh… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum inside…” Joshua says as he starts to twitch slightly, getting close to climaxing.
Please cum inside me, it’s what I exist for… Morgan thinks, her rational mind trying to scream in protest, but those thoughts are barely a whisper at this point, drowned out by the conditioned thoughts. She feels a satisfying warmth deep inside her as he ejacutes, but due to his little blue pills, Joshua remains hard and raring to go.
He slides out of her, turning the vibe back on and reinserting it, trapping his release inside her. “I’ll be back, my love,” he says as he goes to the washroom to clean his dick off – at least he’s not depraved enough to go straight from ass to mouth without cleanup in between.
Morgan can’t help but feel both satisfied and disgusted at what’s happening to her.
Joshua returns a few minutes ter, still hard, as he takes the penis gag out of Morgan’s mouth.
“May I suck on it, husband?” Morgan says, completely lost in pleasure and in her reconditioning. “Please? I need your cock…”
Joshua smiles as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Go ahead, boy,” he says.
Morgan doesn’t even care about the misgendering at this point as she gets on her knees and takes him eagerly into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down dutifully, focused on the task of her husband’s pleasure. The part of her mind that would be protesting this is quiet, defeated if only for the moment. She considers how easy it would be to bite down, and yet when she tries to make herself do it, her body doesn’t respond to her.
Is this really so bad? she thinks as she continues to work on giving Joshua a mind-blowing blowjob. Roderick was far worse, at least my husband is being gentle… She feels him twitch a little bit.
“Uhnnn… Morgan, I’m gonna cum again…” Joshua says as he thrusts his dick deep down her throat, giving her little choice but to swallow when it happens.
Morgan dutifully does so, smiling as she’s had him cum in both ends. She’s a good wife. He’s still hard, so she just keeps sucking.
Joshua continues to alternate between fucking her mouth and her ass for the better part of three hours, only taking a break from the two holes to fuck her massive tits a couple of times. As he finally tires out and softens, Morgan is both full of and covered in his cum, smiling like an idiot.
She finally gets a moment to think as he’s totally spent. She looks at him. It would be so easy to end him right now, and yet… and yet a good wife wouldn’t think this way about her husband. Her worst fear is realized; the conditioning isn’t allowing her to consider violence against him.
Morgan starts to cry silently as Joshua falls asleep. The weapon has been broken; the bde has been dulled.
Still, there’s one option left that she could try to consider.
Escape.
…Assuming that hasn’t been taken from her too… she continues to silently cry as she curls up next to Joshua and cuddles with him. She hates herself even more as she does so, her mind betraying her as she actually finds comfort with this man. Raina, I’m sorry, I can’t stop myself… she thinks as she also falls asleep, the plug still vibrating away.
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A few days have passed, Morgan feels, as she is awake, wearing one of those traditional dresses like Tiffany was wearing. She’s plugged, but at least this one doesn’t vibrate. She is cooking a rge breakfast for Joshua, starting to just go with the conditioning. Every time she has a thought of trying to harm Joshua, it gets short-circuited and turns into a craving for sex. Fighting things just feels pointless now, and thanks to said conditioning, the sex feels so good. And it happens every night for hours.
Today is different, though, as Joshua enters the kitchen wearing his Starscape uniform. “Dearest, I have to fly to work for a few days,” he says before kissing Morgan. “You be good and don’t even think about trying to get away. I’ll know.”
Wait. How will he know? Is there a GPS tracker in the choker? Morgan wonders. That means this pce isn’t shielded against those type of signals… she never broke her subcutaneous tracker, and she doesn’t believe Jason or Joshua ever found it. However, by now, it has to be completely out of power. “May I service you before you leave?” she says, as an intrusive thought goes verbal.
“I wish I had time, but I need to get to my flight…” Joshua says, kissing her again. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Morgan says due to her conditioning, but not meaning it.
Joshua leaves to head to his flight, leaving Morgan alone for a few days.
If she’s going to find a way out, she has to do it now. She immediately starts to look around the house. There’s no ndline phone. There’s no way he would have left a smartphone or satellite phone where she could get to it. There is a computer, but it’s behind a door with a biometric lock.
That leaves the tracker option. But it needs power.
She grabs a butter knife and heads to the undry room. There’s an electric dryer, and her conditioning isn’t stopping her…
Jason must have been so convinced that electrocution would serve as enough of a deterrent, that she’d never willingly electrocute herself.
He was wrong.
She unplugs the dryer and stabs the knife into the socket.
She screams as she loses consciousness.
