Stand against the wall

You quickly consider your options, but after a glance at your tormentor's groin, you make a decision. You're not gay and you're definitely not going to let any guy shove his cock up your ass, that's for sure.

Reluctantly you get up off the floor and turn to face the wall. He shoves you from behind, and you barely manage to brace yourself so that you don't crash head-first into the hard wall, an effort made all the more difficult due to your new top-heavy anatomy. As it is, you are unable to avoid having your breasts get smashed and scraped by the rough concrete.

“Grab the ring, bitch,” he orders.

You put both hands on the cold iron ring set into the wall. You hear the jangling of chains as the man shackles your wrists to the ring. After he's done that you look over your shoulder and see him pull a leather whip from his belt. It looks long and made of six leather lashes which are knotted at the ends. He gives it a light twitch to make sure they all dangle freely.

“What are you looking at, ****! I told you to face the wall!” He gives you another shove for good measure, but this time your body is pressed against the wall already. You are surprised by the pain in your breasts as they are once again smashed against the wall. Fear sinks into your gut, and you feel like you're going to throw up. You close your eyes and tense up in anticipation of the first blow. Time crawls by, but you're afraid to even look to see what's going on.

Your mind races. Surely even an alpha-sim can't allow ****. You're sure you read somewhere that there's a law requiring safeguards in the case of mental duress. This environment must also have safeguards – they're built into the hardware, right? In desperation you try to access the DMC...

Then, without warning, the first stroke hits your ass. It feels like a red-hot cattle brand has just been stuck against your soft ass-cheeks. The pain is excurciating. Your cry of anguish sounds odd to your ears. This is the first time you've heard your voice as a woman, and you can't stop it. Another blow follows, again on your tender ass. You scream again and struggle against your restraints trying to get free. Tears are streaming down your face. By the third lash, you are begging him to stop.

Suddenly, the door to the cell opens and a man says, “You may go.” Blinking away tears, you twist in your restraint to see who has come in.

You see a man wearing a dark mask and robe that hides his features, making him look very imposing. He isn't nearly as large as your tormentor, but he has an air of authority about him. He plucks the whip from the other man's hand and watches as your tormentor leaves the cell, closing the door behind him.

The masked man steps over to you and says, “There has been a mistake. I need to investigate, but for now Genivere will tend to you.”

A nearly nude woman wearing only a leather collar steps into the room and takes your arm over her shoulder. Her soft skin brushes against you, bringing stark contrast to the painful welts on your ass. The man reaches up releasing your restraints. You nearly collapse but Genivere holds you upright while you regain your footing.

The man steps away and you are lead out of the room and down a dark stone-walled hallway. You focus only on putting one foot in front of the next, and before you know it you enter a room with a bed. Genivere helps you into the bed, and you quickly turn to lie on your front. Though it is not very comfortable to lie on your new breasts, it is simply impossible for you to lie on your backside. After a while you doze fitfully, but fail to fall completely asleep.

Some time later Genivere returns and silently attaches a collar around your neck, and wrist and ankle cuffs on your limbs.

She says, “Get up and follow me. Trainer wants to see you and we can't keep him waiting.” Curiosity, more than anything, makes you do as you're told. You are lead down a hall and up some stairs. She leads you through a large, open hall with a large, roaring fireplace at the opposite end, then east through a short hall. Stopping before a door, she says, “Go inside, kneel, and speak only when spoken to. Go!”

She opens the door and you step into the room. You obediently kneel as you were instructed to do.