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End: The Prized Possession

Chapter 23 by Teeleh Teeleh

In the aftermath of your baptism, the following bodily changes began to quickly manifest:

-The nubs on your head emerged in wicked, demonic horns.

-The androgynous voice that you once possessed fell into a deep, masculine octave.

-The color of your eyes adopted a golden, shimmering glow.

-The nails growing from your fingers and toes became slightly pointed.

-The canine teeth in your mouth became more pronounced and pointed.

-The skin on your body shifted to resemble the Mistress’s sickly blueish purple flesh.

-The musculature of your body increased significantly.

-The sizable cock between your legs grew even thicker in proportions.

-The corrupt power of the prison became yours to control. No one could hide from your vigilant, all-seeing eyes.


Epilogue:

Adapting to your new body took time, as did acquiring the knowledge and experience required for your demanding role. The Mistress was patient with you throughout the process, as she understood better than anyone the importance of proper tutelage.

In time, you shifted from a burdensome student into a master in your own right. The Mistress began to depend on you for increasingly difficult tasks, and you always strived for perfection. Haughty, indomitable slaves were whipped into cruel submission or broken by your implacable hand.

The tenacity and sadistic nature of your spirit became quickly known, and it wasn’t long before you commanded the respect and fear of even the most stalwart of the Mistress’s honor guards. Those who attempted to pull you from your rigid path--such as the deceitful guard who tried to seduce you in your former life--were met with extreme hostility.

Your loyalty and dedication to the Mistress always reigned supreme, and over eons, every soul within the prison of the Mirror would start to see you as the Mistress’s unspoken second-in-command.

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And as for Minerva? She was gifted to you by the Mistress; a reward for your first successful training session. No one ever saw the poor girl again, but on occasion, her muffled screams could be heard echoing throughout the dimly lit halls of her former home.

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