…Kat 22

Dominic Fuego of the Antilles Crime cartel grabbed the petite brunettes arm. "Hello Mr Blue. Ah. Yes. I know who you are. Or more accurately who you were. Rather innovative hiding yourself like this. You nearly escaped too. Plane ticket bought, bag packed with reverse nanites in your luggage and about to leave for the airport. But one of my men saw you reading the instructions on a box of tampons and, well, you look like you’re in your mid twenties and it kindof gave you away. We figured you must have used nanites to evade us... I must say though - choosing a fully functional female form. Hiding with my prostitutes. Brilliant. Totally threw us off.” He laughed. “You must have been worried one of my men might sleep with you and get you pregnant - hence the period huh?"

The captive struggled against her captor. He knew! Her heart beat in her chest in fear. It would have been better if he'd found her as a man. In this body she was so weak and ****. She worried that as the crime lords accountant she knew to much and she’d never get out - that's why she had gone into hiding in the brothel as a cleaner.

She had been struggling with this female body for the last week. Her period had been difficult. She felt stupid that they'd found her reading the instructions for her tampons. She had felt she was damned if she stayed and damned if she didn't. So she'd made a run for it. Or tried.

Dominic held up a nanite injector then thrust it into her arm.

"I have to thank you though. Your betrayal needed to be punished. I would never have thought to punish you by trapping you in that body. And trapped you are. That injection I just gave you does a few things. It amps up you sex drive, makes you susceptible to suggestion when exposed to my pheromones, alters your sexual orientation and locks your genetic code. You see I've applied a fractal encryption. You're stuck with those breasts and that pussy and a desire to obey me for the rest of your life. No reverse nanites will work. In fact you won't want them soon. That would make me unhappy... and you don't want that. You'd best get used to this body." Her enemy laughed. "Now Jack... Jackie... Kat... wouldn't you like a good fuck?"

Jack shook her head in fear. She realised she was wet. And his words. It sounded like she should do as he said. The nanites were insidious. "No. Please. Don't. I have money."

"My money… not yours. You’re so fucking stupid. The irony is that you did this to yourself. I like your body. A good choice really. I commend you on your choice of enslavement. Small. Weak. Sexy. Do you like your body?" Jackie found herself nodding. She did. The nanites had been intended for her ex girlfriend.

He approached her and fondled her breast. She shuddered, trying to shy away but lent closer instead. "Such a sexy girl." He unbuckled his pants and pushed her legs apart. She whimpered in confused emotion. His member rose up and pressed against her lips. "You used to have one of these. I bet you regret getting rid of it. You thought you were so clever." He pulled aside her panties and thrust into her. She cried out in pleasure as his manhood slid into her, stretching her. She found herself rocking to meet his thrusts and this confused her.

What was she doing? She tried to understand, to resist, but under the influence of his pumping cock and the scent of his pheromones any thoughts of rebellion were quashed. "Not so clever now are we Kat?"

She nodded then shook her head in confusion. She felt as if she was doomed no matter what she did. But doom never felt so damn good.