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Short Stories 8 - Reconditioning
🕑 Added 2022-07-14 23:10:00 +0000 UTCWarning: Massively confusing pronoun usage in this story.
Bernard stood under the soft blue sky. He watched the beachgoers, their blue skin shining next to the water. Antari had truly mastered the art of the luxury resort. Bernard looked over at his wife’s beautiful face and chest and sighed in satisfaction. It had been a year since the trial, and she had truly grown into her new female form well. Long black wavy hair, almond eyes, and unwavering obedience.
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Bernard was in the bungalow; his wife was out shopping and wouldn’t be back for a while. He putzed around the air-conditioned room, reading things on the internet and doing minor tasks. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
“Room service”
“I didn’t order any-”
But before he could wave the attendant off, they pushed a cart through the door and into the room.
“Hey, wait I won’t be paying for-”
Bernard didn’t even see the taser as it struck his bare abdomen. He crumpled to the ground in agony.
They shoved Bernard over and pulled his pants down, exposing his untouched male Antari vagina. The attendant lifted their hotel maid skirt – to reveal a huge leaking cock underneath. A moment later, Bernard felt a pressure between his legs.
He can’t… they’ll arrest him for this…
Bernard felt a massive member penetrate his pussy. He groaned, flailing one arm backward as he tried to recover from the taser. It was too late. He could feel fluid pouring into his womb.
He felt the mental changes begin.
The dick penetrating his body felt better than it had any right to. A massive wave of pleasure washed over him. It felt so right.
His chest started to expand. His muscles started to shrink. His cock began to disappear. Her nipples grew bigger. Her hair grew longer. Her moans became higher pitched. She stabilized herself on her hands and knees, rocking backward against the invading shaft.
The unknown assailant came again, two more times, filling her with his seed. He whispered in Brenda’s ear-
>“You will obey me completely. You’re going to stay horny all the time. You want to service my cock. I can touch you anytime I want. You will not talk to the authorities about this. You will… uh… you’ll…”
(the attendant thought for a moment)
>“you’ll stroke your pussy when you are alone, and think about my cock. Now, look at my face and remember who your master is.”
Brenda looked backward, staring at her new master while his face etched into her memory.
He pulled out, leaving the cart but taking Bernards room key. The stranger left and closed the door behind him. Brenda heard footsteps disappearing down the hall.
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What would she do. What would she do.
Brenda paced back and forth in the room, stroking her pussy. This was wrong. It didn’t feel wrong, but she knew it was. Dominations outside of an Arena were illegal, and punishable by death. It just didn’t happen in the modern world. It was only a matter of time before the authorities find out, and sentence her master to death.
That attendant.
She corrected herself. That’s all he was, the attendant, a sneaky young male that clearly doesn’t know the law. The attendant and his cock wasn’t her master. It was going to be okay if the attendants cock got put to death. It was also okay if she mounted that cock, maybe sucked on it for a bit first.
Brenda sat down on the bed, stroking her pussy with both hands. She looked down past her voluptuous mounds that rose and fell with every breath. She saw her hands working her slit, felt herself thrusting into her fingers.
She had to stay horny for that cock. She had to stay horny for her master.
She snapped back to attention. What, really, was preventing her from disobeying him? Brenda reached for the phone. She thought about dialing the cops, she had to report this. She definitely had to report this. But she couldn’t call.
Why not?
It was just impossible. It couldn’t be done. Brenda began to freak out.
Calm down Brenda. Just… just stay horny, think about that dick, and everything will be fine.
It was impossible to call the police, but it WAS possible to text them. She could text them – yes, texting was fine!
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There was a knock on the door. The door opened.
The attendant was greeted by fully clothed Brenda leaning against the bed, one hand buried in her snatch while the other held a frying pan taken from the bungalow kitchen area.
“You stay back! You stay back or I’ll… I’ll…”
>“Put down the frying pan.”
“FUCK you.”
Brenda defiantly dropped the pan onto the bed.
>“Let me see your boobs.”
“Oh, you want to throw down? Let’s go motherfucker.”
Brenda pulled off her overshirt and threw it to the floor. She took off her undershirt as well and slapped it down onto the bed. She undid her bra – still trying to maintain her angry energy – and dropped it. Her breasts bounced out, full and perky. It would be difficult to fight with these massive mammaries in the way but surely, she could take this guy.
>“Come over here and kneel.”
“Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you” Brenda muttered as she approached her master. She kneeled down to the ground. “I won my arena match. I don’t have to listen to you – you’re just a scoundrel.”
>“Start jerking me off, bitch.”
“Why?”
Brenda wrapped her hands around his cock.
“Why should I jerk off your thick cock? Thieves like you don't deserve this. You don’t GET to have my hands stroking your massive dick. Do you understand? If you want to feel something like this, you need to fight and win in the arena. That’s how society works. You think… you really think...”
She stared at the throbbing member in front of her face.
>”Suck it.”
“You think just because I’ve been, what, dreaming about your dick this whole time, that I’m suddenly going to want to suck it? As if I want to bury it my mouth, like this?”
She mounted her head onto his pole, licking and sucking.
A thought occurred to the attendant. One of the few non-sexual thoughts he had in the past few days, ever since he stayed at his friends house and became super-aroused. His actions since then had been… erratic. But he finally had a small piece of logic hit him.
Why did this bitch have access to a bra five cup sizes bigger than his male chest was?
>”Is your wife around? Is she coming back soon?”
Brenda removed her mouth from her masters dick.
“Yeah, in about an hour. You’re fucked then. She's going to call the police and then it’s all over for you.”
>”You will help me dominate her.”
“Well, I mean, yeah obviously but-”
>”You will tell her to obey me.”
Fuck. Something is wrong. What is going on here?
“Well, of course I'm going to make her obey you. That's a no brainer.”
Brenda continued to stroke her masters dick, staring at it the entire conversation.
> “Now turn around and bend over the bed, I’m going to fuck you again.”
Brenda scoffed.
“Wow, you really are a piece of work” she said, turning around and placing her elbows on the bed, “You think I'm some kind of fucktoy? I manage a dozen people. I work for one of the biggest financial- oooooooh gaaaawwddddd”
Her tirade was interrupted as a massive Antari cock impaled her pussy. She moaned loudly as the penis penetrated halfway. She pushed back against it, ramming it inside as deep as it would go, twisting her body a bit.
“Oh… oh god… this is… I don’t… I… how…”
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Tiara made her way back to the bungalow. It was a pretty successful shopping trip – everything was mailed back to their house. Imagine if she had carried her spoils with her the whole time, she would have been tired after half an hour!
She opened the door to the sight of an attendant and a woman in her room.
“What are you doing here?”
“Honey, it’s me. It’s Bernard… well, Brenda now.”
Something about the way the woman spoke – it was impossible, but clearly true. That was Bernard. Which meant… she turned to the attendant who spoke very slowly and deliberately.
>“You obey me now. Both of you do.”
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Brenda watched as Tiara bounced on her new masters cock. She stroked her own slit, waiting for her turn to be impaled. It wasn’t that long ago that she would have been the one cumming inside Tiara, but that time seemed like an eon ago now. She watched as the stranger whispered into Tiara’s ears.
“I’m your new master. You obey me now, I control Brenda. I control you too. You will stay horny all the time. You will keep Brenda horny all the time. When the two of you are alone, you will… hmmm… you’ll… I dunno, you’ll act like sluts. God, what’s happening to me, maybe if I orgasm a couple more times...”
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Brenda and Tiara sat on the bed in the empty bungalow. The mysterious attendant had left after fucking both of them for several rounds, and neither of them knew when he would return.
Brenda stroked herself as Tiara molested her body. Brenda would have stopped the violation, but was told to listen to anything that Tiara said until their master returned.
Well, his exact words were “Treat Tiara’s words as my own until I get back”
They waited. They fucked.
There was a knock on the door.
“Police! Open up!”
Help, at last. They were no longer alone.
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Brenda had realized that while calling the authorities was out of the question, texting them was not. After firing off a series of texts, the police began acting on the situation and had, hours later, apprehended the rogue male. The punishment for non-arena domination was death, and the incident was reported in all the local media as politicians began drafting laws for the potential reinstatement of chastity belts and ankle monitors for males.
Tiara and Brenda returned to their lives, forever changed...
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Home at last.
Brenda closed and locked the door and gave out a huge sigh. It was over. Nothing would be the same, but it was over. They had been in front of one officer after another for the past ten hours, and it was extremely exhausting. She would have given them every detail, but she found it impossible to speak to the police, so Tiara did all the talking.
Unfortunately, Tiara didn’t mention the brainwashing that occurred during the domination.
The two of them dragged themselves into bed. Tiara absentmindedly stripped naked before hunkering under the covers and passing out. Brenda couldn’t even be bothered to remove her clothes.
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>“Morning”
Tiara smiled as she stared at Brenda.
“Mmmm… morning...”
Brenda suddenly remembered that none of this was a dream. She felt her chest, felt her smooth crotch. Yes, it all really happened. Yes, she was a woman. She turned to Tiara, who was now tugging on her top, trying to remove it.
“Tiara, he’s not here anymore, we don’t have to obey him. We don’t have to fantasize about his thick… throbbing… leaking dick either.”
Tiara was barely listening.
>“Mhm, yeah it's great." She moved her hand to Brenda's thigh, "Hey, don’t you feel horny right now? I feel so horny. I think you feel horny too...”
Brenda was horny. She found herself glancing at her wife’s naked tits.
“I mean… but we…”
>”Take off those clothes, I want to see your body.”
Brenda began stripping off her clothes.
“Look, he’s gone. So now things can go back to the way they were before. I know I’m a woman now but... I still won in the arena. I won you. And I don’t think that should change how things are just because-”
>“Yeah, yeah, exactly. That's all very cool.” Tiara leaned in, softly muttering “Don’t your tits feel lonely… maybe a little cold?”
Brenda shivered. She looked down at her body – she had taken off her clothes except for her bra and panties.
“Yeah I mean… it’s pretty cold… I think the AC was left on or something.”
>“I’ll warm you up. Let me touch you.”
Brenda thrust her chest out, letting Tiara molest her heavy breasts. She shuddered a bit - what was she talking about again?
“So I figure... nnngh... I was talking about that trip I wanted to take to Giltrey Gardens, that psychadelic museum that- nnnngh”
>“Mhm. I remember. Stare at my tits while you talk to me. Fantasize about my body, slut.”
Brenda lowered her gaze, staring at Tiara’s supple chest.
“So we should... should get ready to... head out soon... And I want... your beautiful body… against mine… fu… fucking me… your tits pressed against me… your… your breasts… pussy… boobs… ah… I...”
>“Hey, I’m hungry, why don’t you make breakfast for me while I stroke your body?”
Brenda stood up, allowing Tiara to continue to molest her.
“Look, by Antari law you're supposed to be obeying me, so it's best if we get back to how things used to be, as much as possible given this... new situation.”
Brenda walked into the kitchen, letting her body continue to be violated. She began preparing breakfast.
“I think some food will let you think straight. I'm supposed to be the man, even with this new body. Once you eat breakfast you'll feel a bit more normal.”
She made breakfast and sat down at the table, across from Tiara.
>”You know, you look hungry for something else. Why don’t you get under the table and eat me out, slut.”
Brenda became furious.
“Wow. Have you been listening to anything I’ve said?”
She stood up. Brenda flailed her hands in an exasperated motion.
“You expect me to just get under the table-”
She mockingly dropped to her knees and moved under the table.
“Shove my head between your legs-”
She shoved her head between Tiara’s legs.
“And eat your perfect glistening pussy just because you said so?!”
She began to eat Tiara’s pussy, licking and sucking.
Things were going to be different from now on.
Comments
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An arena fight longer than a paragraph would be cool, if you can think of a story for one. Maybe involving an unexpected win via parasites?
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Finally an Antari story!
