The Door Vanishes Behind Them, And They Can Only Leave When Jamie Is Fully Trained

The sky was an unnatural pink. It domed and curled overhead, as if they stood beneath a gigantic porcelain bowl. Flame flared behind them, a curving wall of it, so hot that the reporter could almost feel her skin dry. Lois Lane put her hand on Jimmy's shoulder as she looked around...there were buildings, square and softly pink as coral, and paths defined by black bricks set in red cement. Things stalked between the buildings...tall, vaguely female in outline, but faceless, with shiny skin like black latex that rippled and flowed unnaturally.

One of them noticed the pair, and stalked towards them. Its legs were twisted so that it walked on its toes and a foot-long black stiletto spike. The hands were little more than black mittens, tipped with hooves, and the arms were so unnaturally long that the reporter was sure that the thing could walk on all fours if it wished to...but instead, it towered over them, nearly ten feet tall, a spindly, ugly thing.

<<Be welcome. Training begins now. Order your **** to follow two steps behind.>>

The voice came from no mouth that Lois could see...it was a harsh, almost mechanical squawk, but the words were intelligible. The reporter tossed back her shoulders and said imperiously.

"Follow. Two steps behind. You understand?"

"Y-yes, Miss Lane," Jimmy Olsen murmured.

The strange, ungainly figure turned and began to walk forward with strange elegance. With its long stride, Lois had to hurry to keep up, and Jimmy hurried after her.

They entered the nearest building. There was no roof, the rectangular structure open to the sky, racks of women's clothing around them. There were two more of the black things here...but these had smaller arms that hung out from their chests where their breasts should have been.

<<Your **** will be fitted.>>

The two black creatures with the extra arms walked toward Jimmy. He cowered, but Lois placed her hand on the back of his neck.

"Be strong," she told him. "I don't think they'll hurt you, if you don't resist."

She pushed him, not ungently, toward them.

Black scissors came out. Lois Lane saw the clothing—her clothing—fall off Jimmy Olsen in strips. His pale, freckled skin appeared. Black tape measures unfurled, to wrap around his chest, neck, the small and fear-shrunken cock...

"Where are the other women?" Lois asked the creature that had brought them here. "The ones who came here before us."

<<They are training their slaves. When their girls are ready, they will return.>>

Lois digested this. "How long is the training?"

<<As long as it takes. Until they accept themselves as girls. Until they are trained for their task. To serve willingly. Many of the slaves are stubborn. The women are poor masters. Punishments must be meted out.>>

Black blades scraped along Jimmy Olsen's naked skin. His body hair fell off of him in strange puffs of ginger fluff. Lois watched in fascination as Jimmy trembled as the blade pressed against the base of his scrotum...one wrong move and Jimmy would be castrated...but no, it ran down over his small orbs.

A tight black metal cage was fit over his penis, and locked in place. A black collar on his thin throat, not wide enough to hide his adam's apple. Elbow-length black gloves and knee-length black socks, two-inch black heels...but that was all.

"No...skirts?" Lois asked.

<<He must earn it.>>

Lois nodded. It was a weird kind of logic, but she could guess that these creatures—demons, she guessed—were almost automatons. Fulfilling Blaze's strange programming.

A lead clicked into place on Jimmy's collar. The other end was handed to Lois, who took it. Runes flared briefly along the length of the collar, though she knew Jimmy couldn't see it. The creature that first guided them in there shuffled out of the building, gestured for them to follow. Lois gave a slight tug to Jimmy's collar, and he followed her.

There were six buildings, arranged in a hexagonal grid of black paving stones. In the center was a pedestal, with a black book. The creature opened it, and Lois saw there were two columns. On the left there were four names, men's names, crossed out with a red line...and four girl's names were written next to them in the adjoining column. A metal stylus lay at the base of the bookstand.

<<Write your name.>>

This to Jimmy. The mostly-naked sissy stepped forward and, taking up the metal stylus, scratched the name James Olsen beneath the others. The creature turned to Lois.

<<You know what to do.>>

The reporter nodded, grimly. She could clearly see what was supposed to happen. She stepped forward...there was a sharp metal spike in the lower-right corner of the book stand. Lois winced as she impaled her thumb on it, hard enough to draw a bead of bright red blood. She ran her thumb through Jimmy Olsen's name...adding her wet smear to the others...and then she picked up the stylus and wrote next to it her ****'s new name:

Jamie Olsen

<<Training will now begin. Jamie will be a good girl.>>