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The Playpen Ch. 01

By: Chrissytgif



Johnny enjoyed the simple things in life. Pleasure and pain, his pleasure, someone else's pain. Born of money and neglected by his parents who were more worried about the latest jet set place to vacation, Johnny had little to guide his life toward a more fruitful way of living. The bottom line was Johnny cared little about anyone or anything. He became a womanizer at an early age, wham bam, are you still here? At the early age of seventeen his parents left by means of a cruel accident of fate. The rope suspending them from a rock face gave way and both fell to a rather untimely death. Johnny could care less. 

Johnny's inheritance of the family fortune was not to be had until he turned 21 the family lawyers told him. Johnny was pissed to say the least. He swore to himself that he would have that money before the year ended and sought to enlist a lawyer of his own. 

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Cheryl couldn't believe what she was hearing. That no good Jonny had actually called her and asked for advice about a good lawyer to deal with the money that would be held in trust, inaccessible to him till he turned 21. What the hell was he supposed to do in the meantime? Cheryl, having once been a member of Johnny's 4F club decided some payback may be in order. She had been smitten with Johnny at one time and he literally dumped her at the side of the street one day. I know of this gal with a private practice that just may be able to help you, she said. She is well adverse in probate law and trust funds. Johnny couldn't be more pleased, a lawyer and another cunt to concur. 

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Christine woke to the sound of the phone ringing in her ear. That was odd. But it was ringing in her ear. DAMN! As she removed the bluetooth from her ear the clock said 9 am, a mere two hours since she finally went to bed. Why hadn't she taken the damn thing out? She rolled over and let the voice mail do its job.

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Johnny was pissed, that cunt lawyer didn't answer her phone and it was the middle of the week and all good lawyer's should be up and working by now. As he got more and more worked up he goggled her name, got her address and set out to find her. His GPS led him to a dirt road at the edge of town.??? Why would a lawyer live way out here? Remembering that Cheryl had said "private practice" he thought nothing of it. 

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Christine woke again at about noon and made some coffee. Remembering how she had offered herself up at her night clubs 10th anniversary. Many men and women had ravaged her as she lay tied to the pummel horse. She had sucked a dozen cocks and licked an equal amount of pussy. Her ass leaking cum the whole way home. This was a grand life and she could recall most of it. Like when Master Dave had trained her and then released her as she became more than he could handle. Master Dave had trained her well in the arts of BSDM. Just like he had made the man into a woman. And Christine was all woman now except for the cock between her legs. A nice set of C cup titt's that were not fake and some facial and neck work and those precious hormones gave her the sleek curvature of a natural born female. The cock could be hidden unless it was needed. It was always rather small anyway.

When the phone rang and she saw it was Cheryl, she picked up right away. Cheryl was gushing immediately about some guy that would be calling looking for a lawyer. She said I should play along.

I don't know anything about law sis.

Ya, but he doesn't know that.

Does this have anything to do with that bastard Johnny?

It has everything to do with him and you remember how he broke my heart don't you? I want you to make him feel the same way, used and abused, like no man has felt before. 

Giggles, shall I give him the works?

Oh please do, and then a little more.

Done...............

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Christine called Master Dave looking for some advice on how to proceed. He was giddy with excitement, he wanted in. He would have some papers drawn up that would in the end seal this man's fate. All Christine had to do was bait the trap but Christine had some things of her own in mind. This pig of a man would soon submit to things unheard of. 

Cheryl was the reason Master Dave had let Chrissy go. The two of them were like soul mates. The best friend forever sort of thing. But then Chrissy had at one time been Cheryl's boyfriend. And then there was Cheryl's brother. Turned him into a transsexual just to see if he could. Poor little boy never saw it coming. He went to sleep one night and woke up the next morning a cock craving nymphomaniac slut. Dave was a psychology major and very interested in psychotropic drugs and subliminal messages. He wrote his college thesis around it and was scorned by his mentors for even suggesting it was an answer to addictive behavior. Well he'd shown them now what it could do with the right coaching. Both of the boys were female in every sense of the word except between their legs. Cheryl's brother was easy as he was pre puberty. Cheryl's boyfriend was a challenge though. He fought and fought hard, but he did eventually cave in. Especially when the hormones were added to the program. Now he will have a third subject to transform and the program has been refined to a point the subject will fall on the first day. His whole house has become a laboratory and all Chrissy has to do is get him there just one time. 

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At the end of the road stood a stately manor. Johnny thought to himself, he would be living here soon. Now why would anyone put their swimming pool in the front yard? There were no cars around and he parked in the grassy area next to the pool. It was so quiet once his car was turned off it was almost surreal. Johnny almost felt intimidated by the grand expanse of the place as he got out of his car and made for the front door. 

Just as he was about to knock, sirens went off all over the place. He hid behind the closest bush he could find. As he did, a tall auburn haired woman opened the front door in just her bra and panties. There was something odd about her but he let it go. She looked around, saw the car on the grass and went back inside. The alarms stopped. For the first time in his life Johnny didn't know what to do. Crawl back to his car and leave or just go knock on the door again. He chose the latter because that wench Cheryl had said this was one awesome lawyer. 

He knocked on the door, no one answered. He knocked again. Nothing. WTF? The alarms started going off again and without thought he retreated to the bushes. The door opened again and a tall dark skinned man appeared on the porch. Then he retreated back inside and the alarms stopped. Johnny stepped back up to the door and knocked again. The door opened....

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The door just opened and no one was to be seen. Master Dave was looking though. 

What a prize specimen Christine. So cocky and with no principles. 

His principles rest between his legs Master Dave. We will soon rid him of his principles. Cheryl will have her revenge.

Do not take what we are about to do lightly my precious little girl. There is much work to be done.

The likes of which you did to me? Remove the man and install something less than complete. Make me want something I'm unable to finish and then release me to the world in a shape you formed. Please, do not flatter yourself.

You're a woman now Chrissy, you have been for a long time. Why do you insist on making this all about someone other than yourself? 

Because you made me this way. Because you never considered what the subliminal mind would do to make the conscious mind agree to. You didn't turn me into a woman, you turned me into a female slut. And though you released me I am still remanded to your will. 

And are you complaining?

No, I suspect Johnny will though. 

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Johnny marched through the front door expecting sirens to go off again but there was only silence. Or was there? There was something clawing at the back of his mind but he wasn't quite sure what it was. The smell of the woman he saw was there but so was that of the man. He stepped out of the foyer into something you only see in the movies. The sunlight cascaded over tapestries hung in just the right places on the walls. The marble floors shone in brilliance he never new. What was he thinking? He had to find that lawyer bitch and get on with things.

I should go check the sleeping quarters, I mean the bedrooms, I mean I should go and check something shouldn't I? Where did that man and that woman go? That man was kind of cute. Stop it! I should go. Something just isn't right. Oh ya, I left the front door open. Silly me. Silly? I can't open a door but an open door is so inviting. I need to find that man and that woman. No! I need to find the bitch lawyer and get my money. The money will get me all the cute outfits I will need. Outfits? I need to get out of here, if I could only find an open door. 

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Master Dave, aren't you going a little too fast with this....giggles

My new program only gives them time to think coherently when the tones are off and I've refined the subliminal's to create thoughts contrary to what they believe. The result is confusion and then I back them up with more contrary thoughts. Not only that but his thoughts are spoken so he can hear what he's thinking. He thinks now that I'm cute and I will back that up later.

Oh look! He's coming upstairs! 

He's looking for an open door. The only door open is to the pink room.

Pink room?

The room is white but he will see pink as soon as he sees the door. He will become complacent and see you as his legal counsel once inside. Have you picked out a name for her yet?

Oh heavens no. I need to call Cheryl and see what she has in mind.

Call her now, I need to reinforce the subliminals with a name. 

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Johnny was talking an awful lot considering there was no one else in the room. He felt confused. He spoke out loud that a man he saw was cute. That wasn't right was it? Or was it? I should go upstairs and find the cute man and see if he can help. NO!!!!!

As Johnny reached the top of the stairs he had an impulse to run. Not away but to the pink room. There were no open doors and he began to cry. Shit, I'm going to ruin my make up. Make up? Fuck, what is wrong with me? I haven't worn make up in years! Fuck me again, I've never worn make up at all. Fuck me? Oh that would be so nice. Shit! What am I saying? 

As he ran down the hall he almost went face first into a pink door. As he willed his hand to reach for the knob it wouldn't move. A voice in his head then said, "you may only open this pink door". 

The door opened to a spacious pink room. There was pink everywhere! Sooooo relaxing and yet so disturbing. Something was wrong. But he couldn't put his finger on it. Everything was just as he left it. Wait a minute! Just as I left it? I gotta get out of here! But the bedroom door had closed and it was the one thing in the room that was white. Shit! Oh well, I'll just take a nice bubble bath and shave my legs. 

Johnny's mind was slipping away. He drew a scented bath, stripped and climbed in. The pink razor removed his hair from the neck down and then he shaved his face. While the bathwater drained he showered, washed and conditioned his hair. He put on his pink babydoll with matching panties and lay down on the bed. Sound asleep in minutes.

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Master Dave was grinning from ear to ear as poor Johnny did everything he was told to do. Johnny never even knew what hit him. In a few hours he would though. That's what made his new training program all the more fun. For him anyway. Chrissy thought he had released her but that was never the case. She just thought so. Ultimately, she was his forever. Chrissy was born Steve. Steve was a weak pathetic excuse for a human being and now she was what most would call a slut. The pathetic little dick she owned was worthless after her mind was altered and hormones took care of the rest. Chrissy turned into the cutest little shemale slut this side of the Dixon line. Cum hungry and eager to please. Now there was this new subject Johnny. He's already done, just doesn't know it yet. And his money will be mine.

Then there is Cheryl, she could be trouble, I don't like variables, too hard to calculate results with an unknown. Cheryl doesn't know Chrissy's true nature and that is unsettling. They have become best friends though despite my request they don't. 

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Chrissy was beside herself. Cheryl had asked for some help to teach someone a lesson and at the same time get what she was due. But Cheryl doesn't know about everything. She called Cheryl to give her an update but she insisted on coming over. She thought I was just going to play a lawyer but I enlisted Master Dave and she didn't know that or even know Dave. So when she arrived I felt a little guilty. 

Cheryl was a vision of beauty. Not overly endowed in the bust but her raven hair made her the epitome of every man's wet dream. Whatever Master Dave had done to me, I still loved her look and sometimes envied what god had granted her at birth. Was that my thinking or something Master Dave had put there. Regardless, she was here and it was time for some truths to come out.

Cheryl, you look good enough to eat.

Honey that doesn't sound like a lawyer talking.

I'm not a lawyer or an actor but there are some things you should know about.

You aren't fucking that bastard already are you? He's pretty smooth but lies are what he does best.

Nope, not fucking her yet, but I will before this is done. 

Her and yet? What have you done you little minx?

I kind of gave him or her to Master Dave. 

What! That bastard turns boys into girls!

Johnny is here at the ranch house right now sleeping like a baby in nothing other than a baby doll and matching panties. How do you know about Master Dave?

Master Dave did my little brother at puberty. Blockers and hormones so he developed like a girl. That was his first experiment. Problem was, we all thought him to be gay. The next was this guy at my high school, Steve was a total stud, by my senior year he was a total swish. No one knows what happened to him. It was like he just disappeared after grad night.

I know Cheryl was talking about me. She had to be. But Master Dave had done so many things to my mind I couldn't be sure what was real or not. But I suddenly remembered something I'd long forgotten. 

Cheryl, were you ever kissing Steve at the top of a Ferris Wheel when it stopped?

Steve was my boyfriend, we kissed a lot.

My stomach turned to knots. I was remembering things I'd long forgotten. The fog was lifting but how could I tell her? And my life, that bastard had stolen my life. Made me a cum hungry slut. Erased things I needed to keep. 

Is everything ok Chrissy? You look a little upset.

I am upset and I can't tell you why.

You're my BFF and you can tell me anything.

But I can't tell you this!

You can tell me anything girlfriend.....

I'm Steve!!!!!

Cheryl looked me over once and then again. She smiled, Chrissy your no more a boy than Christmas is a Jewish holiday. I can prove it too. Strip to your bra and panties. 

I am so not going to do that.

I need proof, proof that your Steve.

I dropped my skirt and removed my blouse. When I hooked my thumbs under my panties she told me to stop. 

Those are real breasts?

Real as can be.

Turn around.

I did as she asked.

OMFG! You are Steve! She shouted.

I looked over my shoulder not understanding.

That cute little butterfly looking mole on your left shoulder blade. It's you!

I was still trying to look when she ran over and gave me a big hug. I turned and when her breasts met mine.....I fainted.

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When I woke, Cheryl was waving a hand over my face and I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my cheek. Looking up at the concerned look she was giving me reminded me of the time I'd fallen off a ladder. I loved her so much.

Memories were still flooding my mind, not the memories installed there by Master Dave, but memories of Steve and his girlfriend Cheryl. I tried to shut them out but they just kept streaming in. I pulled away from her and sat up to find myself looking in the mirror. I wasn't male, nor was I female, I was part of two worlds that met at my soul. I was a He/She, a She-male, and not by my own design. I had been trapped into this by the master. Dave had done this to me for his own twisted pleasure. As I realized just how far Dave had reached into my life the override command pushed all thought aside and all seemed right with the world again. 

I was practically naked, sitting on the bed with Cheryl. The memories now gone in a blink of an eye. 

So what should we name our soon to be new girlfriend, Johnny?

Cheryl had seen the look of horror in Chrissy's eyes as Steve came flooding back. But that moment was gone now and there was the same peace in those pretty blue eyes she had come to know. God, what had Dave done to her brother and her boyfriend? She would find out though and there would be hell to pay when she put things right. For now, she would indulge Chrissy.

Well if Johnny is on the road to girlhood then I think Jillian would be appropriate.

Jillian it is. Let me just call Master Dave so he can get started.

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Chrissy and Cheryl enjoyed some girl talk but when she left to go home she had just one thing on her mind. How and Why? Her brother and her boyfriend and now Johnny. What was the motivation behind all this? Was Dave just a control freak with a twisted mind? Or was it something much deeper than that. Sure she was pissed at Johnny but turn him like what was done to Steve? No, she had to stop this before Johnny became a permanent effeminate boy with tit's. The ranch house must be the key to unlocking all this. But how to get invited there and do I really want to?

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As Master Dave filled the syringes he heard Johnny whimper. Enjoy the ride my sweet Jillian. First would be the sedative to keep him/her sleeping. Next, a massive dose of estrogen and an equal amount of testosterone blockers. And last but not least, the psychotropic drug that would keep his/her mind open to whatever subliminal input was placed there. This would go far beyond what he did to that pathetic little 12 year old, (Cherly's brother) and that wimp Cheryl loved, (Steve). This time he would reach deeper into the subject's soul and change it. Once he got Johhny's money he would do the kind thing and have some new equipment fashioned between his legs. Yes, this one would go all the way and not become a problem like that boyfriend did. Still it did bring about the override command. What a stroke of genius that was. When the subject becomes confused or has memories deemed unnecessary the subjects memory reverts to the command, "I'm a cum hungry slut and I need to find a man". 

Master Dave grinned as the last injection was administered. Sweet dreams little girl. 

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Chrissy was at the Ranch House again. God how she hated being here But Master Dave had called and said she needed to take care of the new girl. It was critical that she keep the new girl pleasured while she slept. Chrissy giggled. Well that could be fun and why not. The new girl was going to make the Master even richer than he already was and he'd promised to give her something special as a reward. So up the new girls ass went the vibrating plug and Chrissy saw her smile when she turned it on. Oh and what is this? The new girl can still get an erection? I'll just see what I can do about that. I hear you won't have that for much longer so pardon me if I indulge myself. You haven't got much to brag about anyway. Chrissy licked the underside of the shaft and when she reached the tip she swallowed it whole. Up, Down and all around she made passionate love to the one thing she craved most. A stiff dick and the cum bucket below. She was an expert, but there was no reward. The new girl should at least give her the reward she was due for her effort. Jillian's dick became limp and lifeless. 


The Playpen Ch. 02



As Master Dave restarted Jillian's training program he realized his mistake. Chrissy's program had not been running. When the override command had failed, there was nothing to direct her to a docile state. Furthermore, in a panic he had flooded the whole house with the gas including the control room. With the control room flooded he fell prey to the only program running. Jillians'. 

When Master Dave had gotten board with Cheryls' brother and decided to take on her boyfriend he had created the "marker tones" allowing him to run two or more training programs at the same time. Each subject receiving only input specific to that individual. He had had a short encounter with what was going on in Jillians' mind and would ensure that wouldn't happen again by creating a marker of his own. 

Master Dave reset the subroutines to re-enforce the override command in Chrissy's mind and hit enter. He would have to re-evaluate the command but thus far it had worked. That bitch Cheryl was the problem, he knew she would be trouble. Oh Fuck! Cheryl!

Cheryl was in trouble. Her own thoughts mixed with the input of two entirely different programs. Conflicting and confusing thoughts. She heard herself scream as her mind was bombarded with the override command and thoughts of feeling pretty and sucking cocks, yearning for the reward of being such a good little slut. She whimpered "no", as her own thoughts began to recede, crawled to the corner and curled up in a fetal position, her eyes screwed shut and began to shake uncontrollably. 

Master Dave had to think fast. He checked the monitor and scanned the room for Cheryl. Chrissy was sucking on Jillians' limp dick as happy as could be but Cheryl looked bad. He shut down both programs and hit the ground running to the pink room. He held his breath, slung Cheryl over his shoulder and ran back to the control room and gently set her down on the sofa. After restarting the programs his twisted mind began to formulate a plan. 

First, he needed to find out what shape Cheryls' mind was in. That would mean waking her and since the other two would not be anything close to coherent for a while he felt it his right to indulge in a little foreplay. 

Cheryl's drug fogged mind slowly regained reality. She was lying on a very comfy bed but for some reason she couldn't move. Her eyes fluttered open. She felt so content but something was amiss. Something just wasn't quite right. Maybe it was a dream she had. As reason crept into her mind she thought she heard a familiar voice. And then another. And beneath it all was a song, no, a tone that just wouldn't stop. Gaining in speed was the ever increasing thought that she should not be here. But she belonged here right? Tied to the bed? Waiting for a John to have his way with her. 

Doctor Dave entered Isolation Room One at the same time Cheryl opened her eyes. He stood there for a few moments and then said hi. Cheryl looked over to him with a question in her eye. Dr. Dave said, "You've had a rough few day's but I'm very confident you'll be fine soon. 

How long have I been here?

About a week now sweetie.

Why am I here?

You of all people should know.

But I don't. And why am I tied to the bed?

You've been a rather bad girl Cheryl. Would you like me to untie you?

Oh, yes please Doctor Dave. 

You won't cause any trouble will you?

Well of course not.

Well just this once ok.

As Master Dave released Cheryl he asked, "do you remember how you got here"?

Cheryl thought for a moment, but thinking was hard to do. Master Dave saw the look of confusion in her eyes.

You've been sedated for over a week now. It's rather normal that it should take a while for your mind to restart. So I will fill you in. 

Right now you're in my Playpen. Room #1. Your best friend Chrissy was being a bad little girl. It was all your fault really so I have done some things you may or may not like. First, you're a cum hungry slut just like Chrissy. You do remember Chrissy right? Your best friend and ex-boyfriend? Second, you're unable to hurt me. Any attempt to do so will result in pain. Pain the likes of which you have never known. Third, Chrissy is in room #2, just across the hall. She is currently being taught how to behave all over again as you seem to have screwed that up. 

Master Dave saw just a hint of clarity in Cheryls' eyes. 

He continued. Fourth, that pig Johnny is no more. He is now Jillian and always will be. Your new sister if you will. Jillian has graciously given me power of attorney and her millions are now mine to do with as I please. She is in Room #3. 

Cheryl felt the anger growing from someplace deep inside her. She remembered everything but the last week or so. Even her sister now somewhere in the Caribbean soaking up the sun and teasing the boys in her thong bikini, happy and content. As she lunged at Doctor Dave the pain started in her toes, shot straight up her spine and settled in the back of her mind. It felt like her whole being was on fire. She dropped to her knees for a moment before hitting the floor.

Master Dave didn't even flinch as Cheryl came at him with vengeance in her eyes. Think nice thought's Cheryl or the pain won't go away. Think about something nice like eating pussy and sucking dick or the pain won't go away. Cheryl heard the words and a wave of desire washed over her. A nice wet pussy would be nice right now but that Doctor fellow would have a big fat dick to suck and how she loved the feeling as one slid down her throat and gave her the protein she so desperately needed. As the pain receded she rose to her knees. She stared straight at the good Doctor's crotch hoping for the reward she earned for thinking nice thoughts.

Cheryl!!! Master Dave shouted. The look on Cheryls' face was priceless. Confused and conflicted, Cheryl came back to her senses.

Doctor Dave was speaking. You see my little slut you cannot hurt me. I've done some things to your mind but for the most part it's intact. You will do as I say or there will be pain. Your punishment for interfering will be to assist me as I shape the minds of others. Your morals have not been changed and you will always know how I have taken control of your life. 

As the Good Doctor was speaking, laying out the rules, Cheryl wasn't listening, she was planning her next attack. When he rose and turned to the door she saw her opportunity and that's when she saw the white sheet of pain erupt from her very soul. As Doctor Dave passed through the doorway he said, "Think nice thoughts sweetie".

Cheryl dropped to her knees once again, the pain cutting through her like she were made of cotton candy. Think nice thought's.......Think nice thought's!!!! Doctor Dave had really left her untouched except for a few modifications and as she reached for her pussy and began to massage it the pain started to recede. She rubbed herself to orgasm and by then the pain had stopped. She needed to think she told herself. As she looked up and saw the CCTV camera she made an "O" with her mouth and started bobbing her head. 

Master Dave looked at the monitor outside Room #1 and thought, "Oh Please". Faking it now? Your such a stupid slut. He turned the monitor off and walked across the hall to Room #2.

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Master Dave turned on the monitor and watched as Chrissy sucked on an imaginary dick and got an imaginary ass pounding. What a sight! Her useless dick hung between her legs and her ball sack (now empty) swinging in the breeze. Jeez, I should help her out. 

Chrissy was in heaven but at the same time it felt like hell. As Master Dave entered the room she knelt in position before him. She undid his belt and waited for permission to unbutton, unzip, and reveal the golden stallion. 

You may proceed slut.

Master Dave had wiped Chrissy's mind clean over the last week and a half. She was no-one anymore but a cum hungry slut. More than before everything had gone haywire. She would do a horse if he willed it. The override command had been removed and a new one installed. It simply said, "sleep". The first command had been too complex and required the subject to think first before obeying. The new command was simple and required no thought. Nice. 

As Chrissy sucked Master Daves' Dick, something was still clawing at the back of her mind. She wasn't as far gone as the Master would think. But try as she might she just couldn't bring it to the surface. It was like a memory trapped at the bottom of a pot of hot bubbling oil. So close you could see it but not able to touch it. The stallion shot it's seed into Chrissy's mouth and she swallowed with vigor and then licked it clean. Just as she was programmed to do. Nice.

Chrissy frowned as the golden stallion slipped limp from her mouth.

Please Master Dave, I need more. 

Now, now, you little whore, I have one more patient to see. Don't be so greedy, Jillian is waiting for me. 

Can I go too?

Not today you little slut. Go fix your make up or something or play with your toys or do whatever but I'm training a new slut right now and she needs my attention. A single tear left the corner of Chrissy's eye as she heard the lock on the door strike home and the Master was gone.

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Room #3 was special and Johnny now Jillian was finding out all the special things about this room. The uncaring and womanizing pig never stood a chance really. Not that he ever had one anyway. Two days after Johnny appeared on his doorstep the surgery went on as planned despite Cheryls' interference. Johnny was now Jillian in every way shape and form. Dr. Susan Howard had said the surgery had gone without a hitch. Adams apple shaved, facial reconstruction, penis removed and molded into the most perfectly tight vagina. Hormone implants in place and last but not least. My own program beating on that pathetic little brain. He was no more a boy than Cheryl was. He turned on the monitor. There's my little whore he thought out loud. 

Jillian couldn't even fathom putting two and two together unless there was sex involved. She couldn't wait for her tits to grow in. Master Dave had said that that wouldn't take too long now that the implants were in place. Master Dave had given her everything she wanted including a nice wet pussy to have and to hold and play with once in a while. But she couldn't play with that just yet. Which is why she must remain strapped to the frame that held her in the proffered position, on her hands and knees. A fucking machine to the front and back. The machines were turned off but he promised her he would turn them on as soon as she healed properly. Till then she could push her backside just far enough back to touch her rosebud and reach just far enough forward to lick the fake penis in front of her. I'm so fucking horny to try out both she thought. 

Master Dave watched as what was soon to be his greatest success licked the head of the fake dick. There would be no denying what Jillian craved. Or thought she did anyway. The same override command was in place as with Chrissy but unlike Chrissy the command could be given verbally. He would do that with Chrissy too but right now Jillian was on his mind. He hit the intercom and said, "sleep". Jillian slept. 

Master Dave entered and checked Jillians' dressings. Very good he whispered. Dr. Susan will be happy with your progress. Wake up my pet! Jillian stirred and then smiled at the golden stallion staring her in the face. She licked her lips and then her tongue reached to lick the tip of the stallion but she couldn't reach that far. Soon my pet, soon I will show you pleasure and pain the likes of which only I can show you. "Sleep my pet.....Sleep"

********** 

Quiet filled the house as Master Dave sat at the control panel and observed the subjects on display. Chrissy was playing with a rather large and realistic looking butt plug while Cheryl continued to scream and then rub her pussy. Her repeated attempts to break the door to her room down resulting in violation of the pain command resulting in her rubbing her pussy to stop the pain. It was quite amusing actually. She almost looked like she was starting to enjoy it. Go figure. 

That fucking asshole should not have done this to me. I'm going to fuck him and fuck him hard she thought as she hit the door one more time and once again the pain flooded through every fiber of her body. She would not think of pussy and cock but rub her now raw clit to relieve the pain. I will not give in to his will, he left me this way on purpose and I will fuck him. I promise I will fuck him. I just have to find a way before it's too late. The efforts finally took their toll and she lay on the floor wondering what was happening with Chrissy and Jillian across and down the hall. A moment later she was fast asleep but her mind did not find peace in slumber. 

********** 

The Caribbean sun was warm on her skin. She could feel it's relaxing rays take away the worries of the day till there were none. She thought back to a time before it all started. A time when he was all boy. A time when he was Tom, not Tabatha. Walking home from school and stopping at the lake to skip rocks. He never saw the man in the shadows and when he did it was too late. That hateful man with the sinister grin had taken him to a place he didn't understand. Confused him with drugs and thought's not his own. Sent him home only hours later but the damage had already been done. He was compelled to return to the house by the lake for more training as he put it. He tried to hide his embarrassment as his breasts grew and one day his sister took him aside and ripped off his shirt. He cried uncontrollably while his sister looked on in disgust. Your developing like a girl she said. What's wrong with you anyway. Tom ran and ran and ran till he could run no more. His sister's words echoed in his ears and tears began to flow again. 

Tabatha shook her head. That was then and this is now. I'm not that sissy boy anymore and haven't been for a long time. I'm all girl now! The Thai docs saw to that. No more man between legs as they put it. I did finally tell my sister Cheryl about everything but I also made her swear she would do nothing. I was happy and after all isn't that what we all seek. She wasn't so sure. Later she heard rumors of a man at the lake that was kind of weird. He liked sissy boy's and had some kind of laboratory and stuff. She was just about to nod off when the scream filled her head. She knew the voice and immediately said, "Sis?". 

When the scream came again it was like déjà vu. She heard that same scream from her own mind so many years ago. Cheryl was in trouble! The same kind of trouble that had changed him into her. But Cheryl was already a her so how could that make any sense. She called Cheryls' cell phone and a voice all too familiar answered. This can't be she thought. 

Can I speak with Cheryl please.

Hi Tabby, the man said.

Put Cheryl on now or I swear I will call the police.

All the way from the Caribbean? The man said.

How did he know? Look mister, put my sister on now!

Or you'll do what?

Shit! What could she do? What do you want?

I want you to come home Tabby.

Noooooo! 

He no sooner spoke those words when life came crashing down around her. Daddy had called her home and she would follow. She had no choice. She had just enough time to think that the distance would give her just that. Time to think. Back in her hotel room she put on her pleated school girl skirt and white tie top over her bikini. She didn't even check out of the room and just headed to the airport. At least on the flight home she did have time to think. Daddy would have Cheryl in one of the rooms in the basement. He called it the playpen. She knew of the things that happened there and not one of them playful from the subjects point of view. He had the power to shape a mind to his own twisted will. His thoughts invading and encompassing the soul till it breaks. His thoughts become yours. His needs become yours. His will becomes yours. And when you break....You are his to command. I won't let Daddy hurt you sis. I won't. Tabbys' on her way.

So nice of Cheryl to lend me her cell phone and tell me where Tabby was. I need all my girls home for Jillian's coming out party. Tabby should be on her way. She was the first and the training though effective is out of date. I'll get her booked into room #4. 

Tabatha woke with a jolt as the plane landed. Her first thought, "I'm home Daddy". Her second thought, " I can't afford to think like that". Her mind would be on Daddy but her only command thus far was to come home. If she couldn't hear him he couldn't tell her what to do. Earplugs! No, that won't work. Wait, I can't stop where I'm going but how I arrive is a different story. Silence him before he can do the same to me. But how?

Cheryl opened her eyes when Doctor Dave walked into the room. She scooted to the corner in a state of panic. 

Cheryl, I'm happy to report that your sister Tabby is on her way. 

How did you manage that?

That's not important, what is important is how you're going to help me get her training up to par with the rest of you. I'm going to bring you upstairs right now. You cannot leave this house or the pain will consume you to the point of no return. 

I won't help you.....

Ah, but you have no choice in this you see. It would be better if you helped me willingly. If you don't I will simply make you.

I will help you she said in a defeated voice.

Very good then, shall we go?

As Cheryl reached the top of the stairs Doctor Dave grabbed her arm and led her to a bathroom. Do your business and for God's sake get a shower, you stink. I'll be back with some fresh clothes in a few minutes and you had better be done. Cheryl welcomed the shower and in other circumstances may have even enjoyed it. While she was drying off the Good Doctor walked in and threw a pile of clothes on the floor and said, "Put these on and make your face pretty with the make up on the counter. Turn yourself into the slut you are.".

One thing was working to Tabathas' advantage. Having grown up a boy around the lake he knew it like the back of his hand. Or her hand. She pulled the rental car to a stop when the dirt road ended. Just over the hill would be her Daddy's house. She fought the impulse to run to Daddy and carefully made her way through the woods. 

Cheryl wrapped the towel around her and used the make up to put on her best slutty face. No need to piss Doctor Dave off now when she was so close to escape. Hopefully with her sister. She had tested the pain last night and found a way to make it tolerable. But what else had the Good Doctor done to her mind and what else could he do with a simple command? She looked down at the clothes. Not surprising, things only a slut would wear. Right up my alley to be honest. She put on the garter belt and black fishnets. Next came the ruffled tanga panties. What? No bra? She slipped on the pleated school girl skirt and white tie top leaving the midriff exposed. 

Tabatha circled to the front of the house unseen. She was sure of it. There were two cars, one parked in the grass area next to that stupid front yard pool and Cheryls' maybe six feet from the front door pitched sideways. Deep ruts in the gravel before it. She arrived in a hurry. Why? The pull to just go home to Daddy was strong but she resisted. There was something more going on here.

Doctor Dave watched as Tabby snuck in from the back. But she was here and that said it all. He grabbed Cheryl by the arm and led her to a sitting room just off the foyer. "Sit" he said. She complied. Doctor Dave sat beside her and put an arm over her shoulder and a hand on her thigh. Tabby is just outside ya know. 

Tabatha crept to the windows just outside the sitting room. She knew from experience this window would provide the best view of the interior. But the view was obscured by an almost opaque silk curtain now. She could just make out a man and a woman sitting on the love seat. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was Daddy and her sister. Daddy! She shouted. And then came the sting of a needle and all went black. 




The Playpen Ch. 02



Master Dave would be proud of her now. She got the snooping bitch just like she was supposed to. Chrissy skipped to the front door very pleased with herself and reported that the intruder had been subdued. Looking at Cheryl she said, "Can I have my reward now". Not now Chrissy! Go get that bitch and bring her in here! 

As Chrissy drug Tabatha through the door Cheryl thought to herself it's now or never. She jumped up and landed the heel of her foot into Doctor Daves' balls. Doctor Dave screamed in pain but the pain that Cheryl felt was far worse. As she dropped to her knees her vision blurred and then all went blank. Chrissy wasted no time and dropped Tabatha on the floor and ran to Cheryl and buried her face in Cheryls' pussy. Master Dave/Doctor Dave/Daddy, found the remote in his pocket and hit the button marked gas and then the one marked play. Last he hit the one marked Tabby New. He had them all now. With the pain in his groin beginning to recede to a tolerable level his eyes could only focus on Tabby. She was back and more beautiful than he remembered. She must have had some work done. 

********** 

Once he had Chrissy and Cheryl back in their respective rooms he went up the stairs once again to get Tabby. Tabatha, lay on the floor her skirt hiked up to her chest. Those are my boobs but that is not my work between her legs. He was amazed, she went all the way and all on her own. He slid the bikini bottoms down and tested her slit. Nice, feels like the real thing. He hefted her over his shoulder and took her to the playpen, Room #4. You're going to love this Tabby. 

Tabatha moaned. Then her eyes fluttered. She could feel Daddy beneath her. Holding her as he carried her to her destiny. When the drug wore off she wasn't so happy about being back with Daddy. 

Cheryl had never known pain like that. Apparently attempting to harm was all together different from actually doing it. She got the message loud and clear and she would not do that again. But she was not done trying to get out though. She would find a way and warn the world. If anything came of what transpired, she got a good look at things upstairs. She would know the way out. She also knew that defeating Daddy, Daddy? Now where did that come from? He's fucked with my head again. I'll kill him! The bottom line would be about anticipating his next move not only for her but for the others as well. She slipped into sleep again but her last thought was of what he could be doing to Tabatha. 

Tabby was in a similar frame like the one in room #3. Oh how she remembered the pounding she took there. She was awake and aware of her predicament. Those awful machines were at her front and her back. Her tits hung from her chest and seemed to follow her every move. As she struggled to move she realized that the machine in the back was no longer pointed at her ass. It was pointed at the new hole she had pleasured many men with. I don't know about this she said out loud. She looked at her tits when two wonderfully sucking cups rose from the floor and began a massage of her breasts. Tabby moaned. The cock machine at her face began to hum. It slowly pushed forward until she had no choice but to open her mouth. It was slick and warm. The machine in the rear remained silent. Daddy started the training program and Tabbys' eyes glazed over as she began her new life. 

Jillian had missed all the fun of the day. She could really care less about what happened. She needed to get fucked and soon. The driving force of her being was to fuck and suck. She was getting neither and that was pissing her off. Furthermore, Daddy, Daddy? Who cares, Daddy didn't know everything. He was the pig that stole my life. Where did that come from? Doesn't matter. I need a cock in my pussy soon or I will make him pay. 

Chrissy was content as could be. I could live here she thought. I could take care of all Daddy's friends. Daddy? That would make daddy really proud.



The Playpen Ch. 03



Cheryl was testing a new theory. Over the last month she had become quite good at determining what thought's were her own and what thoughts were not. She'd always been somewhat of a slut to begin with, but she had her limits and they came with do's and don'ts. Daddy left her alone most days seeking out Tabby or Chrissy instead, so she had more than enough time to ponder a way out and away from this hell. She balled up her fist and hit the door. There was no pain. She tried it again with the same result. She slammed her shoulder into the door and the pain erupted almost immediately. The kind of pain one should feel when slamming their shoulder into any hard object. 

Jillian, no longer tied to the frame, lay like a heap of used flesh in the corner of room #3. Conscious thought escaped her. Try as she might there was just nothing left to hold on to. The vacant look in her eyes told of unfathomable misfortune. There just wasn't anything left. And then she heard something. Her vacant eyes roamed the room but no-one was there. The sound repeated. Was that someone calling to her? Johnny! The sound rang in her ears. Johnny! Can you hear me! It's Cheryl! 

I think I can hear you but I'm not Johnny.

Oh yes you are now go and find Johnny.

Cheryl?

Yes it's Cheryl.

I'm so tired.

I know sweetie but you have to hang in there.

Daddy is coming.

Cheryl left Jillians' mind and retreated to her own. She didn't know how or why she could do that but it dawned on her that Tabatha must have heard her scream. Why else would she suddenly call. Daddy must have known too. That little fuck! My way out has been here all along. 

Chrissy was just about to cum again when she heard someone shouting at her. Damn! Pulling the vibrator from her ass she looked around. No-one was there? The voice shouted again, it was someone's name. 

Steve! It's Cheryl!

Now that was weird.

Steve! It's Cheryl.

Ok? What do you want?

We need to talk

About what?

Chrissy, I need to talk to Steve.

Steve is not home today.

Steve!!!!

Help? It came as more of a question than a plea.

Steve?

Yes mam.

I need your help Steve.

I don't think I can.

You have to pull yourself together Steve. Remember the Ferris Wheel!

Steve pushed and pushed hard. Trying to tie the fragments of his mind back together. Cheryl! Help me now! 

Cheryl couldn't believe the force that command held. She reached deep into Chrissys' mind looking for anything to grab a hold of. And there he was, grinning from ear to ear in her mind's eye. She reached out and took his outstretched hand and the moment she did the connection shattered with a scream of relief.

Chrissys' eyes fluttered open. But Chrissy wasn't in there anymore. How did Cheryl do that? Was it something she had all along or the result of the mind bending drug that bastard Dave had subjected us all to. That would be something to look into later. Right now, he needed to reconnect with Cheryl. Try as he might she just wasn't there anymore. 

The surge of energy as Steve was pulled from the abyss of uncertainty exploded in Cheryls' mind. As she rode the downward spiral the world (in her mind's eye) began to fold in on itself until there was nothing left but empty space. As the blissful peace encompassed her she knew where she was. This was the place that bastard Dave used to put all his twisted thoughts into her mind. But it was hers now. He would not be allowed there again. In her mind's eye she drew a circle. Then a slash diagonally across the circle. She wrote Dave in the center. She took a step back and began the ascent to her conscious world. 

As Cherly opened her eyes she thought to immediately to reconnect with Steve. But she was so tired and sleep took her before she could even try. 

Tabatha was getting fucked in the mouth and her pussy when something or someone pressed on her mind. Oh, not now she thought. Can't you see I'm right in the middle of something? But the knocking persisted. Tabby! It's Chrissy! Oh, Chrissy, what a fabulous little slut she was. This could be fun as her mind opened to allow.....What? You're not Chrissy? No I'm not, I'm Steve, he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the door in her mind. Noooo! She screamed. But as a sense of renewed hope overcame her and she realized that twisted man's commands were gone she rode the wave back to reality. But reality wasn't a very pretty picture for Tabatha at the moment. She was getting royally fucked and there was nothing she could do about it. Oh God! Steve! Put me back! But Steve wasn't there. 

********** 

When the alarms went off in room #2 Dave thought nothing of it and casually walked over to the control panel and silenced the alarm. What was Chrissy up to now? But when he checked the monitor, Chrissy was not in her room. As he checked the other camera's he found her on her way to room #4. You leave my Tabby alone bitch. Jesus fucking Christ Chrissy your becoming such a pain in the ass again. He hit the switch for the loudspeaker and said, "Chrissy sleep". Chrissy hesitated for a moment and then continued on. Fuck! That's not good. 

Steve was still trying to focus on Cheryl when suddenly Tabatha was there. Cheryls' sister. It almost made sense. Tabatha would have the same gift as her sister. But how was any of this possible in the first place? Something to worry about later, right now he had to get Tabatha and get her out. He called her name and she was quick to respond. He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the version of hell a twisted mind had created for her. She was out but she was not very happy about her new predicament. I have to get to her but how? 

Back in the real world, Steve studied the lock on the door to room #2. It turned out to be simple. Just slide it to the left or the right. The bolt slid open. As he made his way down the hall the alarms began to squeal. But just as quickly as they began the were silenced. Oh shit! That'll bring the troops. As he made his way to room #4 he heard the command to sleep. He hesitated and when nothing happened he continued on. Reaching room #4 he simply thought, "Open", he heard the bolt slide and entered. The fucking alarms went off again but this time they continued on. Tabatha was in bad shape and he quickly turned off the fucking machines and removed both projectiles. She was locked into some sort of frame but with one thought they all sprung open. Tabatha, unable to support herself dropped to the floor. 

As Dave started for the door, another alarm started to sound. It was room #4! Tabathas' room. WTF? He ignored it and headed for the playroom. 

Steve picked Tabatha up off the floor and helped her to the chair in the corner of the room. 

You ok sweetie?

Never been better was her reply.

I have to get Cheryl, I'll be right back.

Steve headed back down the hall to Cheryls' room. The lock slid open. Cheryl didn't look very good either, but then again, he hadn't looked in the mirror lately and wasn't all that sure he would want to. 

Cheryl!

Not now was her response.

Cheryl, it's time to go.

No honey, you go and have a good time.

Cheryl!!!!!! He shouted and kicked her in the side. Well that sure brought her around. Her leg swept around and Steve found himself on the floor beside her. 

Fuck Cheryl, you didn't have to do that.

You kicked me!

You were fucking lying there like a rag doll. What was I supposed do? We don't have much time. Dave is on his way.

Tabatha and Jillian?

Tabathas' recovering, Haven't been to see Jillian yet.

When did the alarm start sounding. 

A few minutes ago.

Dave will be here shortly, go get Tabatha.

Dave hurried his step as he headed for the playpen, nothing that would indicate any urgency though. As he descended the stairs to the playpen the alarm stopped. Someone else was here. The girls were still in the playpen. 

As Mistress Brooke ran her hand over Dr. Susan Howards well rounded ass she asked the question one more time. Where is my fucking slave? The penis gag in Susans' mouth quivered. She was tied to the pommel horse, gagged and penetrated. Her tits hung on either side of the horse with weighted nipple clamps swaying freely in the air. You will tell me sooner or later my little pet. Sooner would be better for you, later more fun for me. Mistress Brooke inflated the balloon in Susans' pussy a little and turned up the vibrator in her ass. Horror filled Susans' eye's as she rocked on the horse and her tits began to sway with what seemed to be the weight of the world. Susan looked up longingly at Mistress Brooke. So, is my little pet ready to talk? Susan nodded yes. Mistress Brooke removed the penis gag and a wealth of information poured out of Susans' mouth along with a little drool. How precious she thought. She released the air from the balloon in Susans pussy but left the vibrating dildo in her ass. I will be back as soon as possible, now don't go anywhere my little pet.

Brooke knew she had no time to waste, but it was just so much fun breaking someone with the promise of release that would never come to be. How her slave had gotten herself into this mess was beyond her but she would set things right. No slave of hers would just disappear for a month and not suffer the consequences. That fucking bitch was going to pay big time. 

Susan had told her everything about Master Dave and the house and his pathetic little playpen. As she rounded the corner to the house she heard the alarm going off and quickly pulled over to the side of the dirt road. That was when her slaves thought's filled her mind. Oh Shit! Oh Fuck! Oh shit Oh fuck, Susan wasn't kidding. I have to get them all out of there. She ran the distance to the front door and kicked it in just as a man disappeared down some stairs leading to what must be the basement. That must be Dave she thought. She crept over to the stairs and looked down. The man was only half way down. Susans' description of the house was perfect. She ran upstairs to the control room and shut down the alarm. That should get his attention.

Shit! Dave only had a couple of choices at this point. Find out who turned the alarm off or get the girls back in their respective pens. The girls first and then the intruder. As he reached for the deadbolt it slid open all by itself. He froze. The door swung open. Staring him in the face were three very angry looking girls.

Cheryl grabbed his shirt and yanked him in. Tabatha and Chrissy each grabbed and arm and pushed him up against the wall. Click, Click. The handcuffs were in place. Cheryl stuck the needle in his butt and pushed. Dave crumpled like a wet rag. Hitting the floor with a thump. Sweet dreams sissy.

********** 

Now what? The question went unanswered as a familiar voice pierced the air. On your knees slut! Chrissy dropped to her knees on instinct alone. Mistress Brooke stood in the doorway and surveyed the situation. Well, well, well ladies. What do we have here? 

Cheryl looked on in awe as Chrissy dropped to her knees and averted her eyes. 

Look lady, you have no business here, you should go.

Ah but maybe I do. Chrissy rise. I no longer require your service.

Chrissy stood and said thank you mam.

Brooke: So this is Dave I take it?

Cheryl: What does it matter to you?

Brooke: Men never matter to me, but this one may be a different story. 

Chrissy: We already know what we are going to do with him. 

Tabatha: Ya, we're going to fuck him real good!

Cheryl: Easy girls, Let's hear what Brooke has to say.

Chrissy: No time for that right now. Tabatha why don't you show that pig your favorite room. It's #4 I believe. Cheryl, we really need to go see about Jillian. Brooke, maybe you could give Tabatha a hand. 

Brooke: Be delighted sweetie.

OMFG Chrissy screamed! What has that fucking bastard done to you? Jillian could only be described as a lifeless heap of something long forgotten. She sat naked on the floor propped up by the wall. A pool of piss surrounding her bottom. Some of the incisions from her surgery looked infected and sore. There was nothing to be seen when you looked in her eyes. She looked dead and yet wasn't. Chrissy brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and smiled. It's time to take you home honey. Chrissy looked deep into Jillians' mind looking for the boy that she once despised and hated. He wasn't there. In fact, there was no-one there at all. A single tear travelled down Jillians' cheek and Chrissy swore she saw the beginning of a smile on her parched lips. That bastard is so going to pay for this. Brooke stood at the doorway to room #3 and for the first time truly understood the plight of these girls. Payback is a dish best served cold she thought.

Jillian was in no shape to go anywhere so they just brought her up to the pink room and laid her on the bed. Cheryl addressed her wounds and Chrissy fed her some soup.

Cheryl? What happened down there?

You know as well as I do what happened down there.

Not talking about that. I'm talking about what happened to our minds and things moving with just a thought.

You scared about that Chrissy?

A little I guess. Sure came in handy though.

Then maybe we shouldn't ask questions and just let it be.

You're not curious? Even maybe just a little?

Not really, I was granted something I needed to survive and quite content to let it go at that. 

Hmmmm, doesn't sound like my old girlfriend at all.

Honey I'm not that girl anymore. Not sure who I am at this point. Can we just focus on the task at hand. 

Sure, just as long as you know that we do need to talk.

Fine.

********** 

As the fog began to clear from Daves' mind he thought something just wasn't right. Of course he was right about that. He was naked, well not that naked. The garter belt that held up the sheer silk stockings he wore could be considered clothing after all. But he could hardly move. He was tied to something that was all too familiar. He was attached to the frame in room#4. The shackles that had once held Tabatha there were gone and in their place was duct tape. Something only a slut would think of. How degrading. His modest and firm breasts hung from his chest but nothing hung from between his legs. Nothing but a cute little hole and a tiny little rose tattoo above nestled in there now. 

Tabatha sat in the corner of room #4. She had waited a long time for this day. Dr. Susan Howard had done some fine work on him. Of course she really had no choice in the matter. It was either cut off his dick or suffer his drugs and sub routines. Nicely put Tabby. Oh! And never call me Tabby! Tabatha grinned knowing the first thing to enter Daves' mind would be the sight of an 8" cock positioned just in front of his mouth. Giggles. The look of horror on Daves' face when his eyes finally focused was priceless. Tabatha heard in her earpiece, "camera one....rolling". 

Dave was shocked by what was staring him right in the face. A huge real looking cock. Right away he knew where he was. Room #4. Oh No! When he tried to move back away he felt the other intruder but not where he thought he should feel it. As he rocked forward he felt the pull of weights on his chest. I've got fucking tits! 

Well right you are honey said Tabatha.

I'm going to fucking kill you.

Well you are entitled to your opinion ya know. 

Let me out now and I'll let you go.

Oh something is going to let go all right.

Please don't do this.

Well maybe I won't, but you have to give me at least one good reason why I shouldn't. 

Look, I'll give you everything I have, all you have to do is walk away.

Oh I don't think so Dani.

Fucking cunt, the names Dave.

No, I don't think so Dani. Your name was legally changed 6 months ago right after Dave signed over everything he owned to me. 

You fucking cunt, I'm going to kill you.

Oh really?

Then it dawned on her, 6 months ago?

Give or take a few day's but ya, 6 months ago. You've been a really good sport about everything too. Making all those men happy for the camera. Remember?

No! I don't remember, but wait, Nooooo, no, no, no that can't be.

Enough small talk, let's get started shall we?

Dani felt something nudge her forward and then it was gone. 

Ok Dani, here he comes. 

The next nudge was more like a push. 

Dani honey I know you can't move that much but you should start trying to get yourself lined up or this could hurt a little. Well maybe a lot. Did you remember to lube things up? No? Silly girl. I'll be back to check on you in a couple of hours and with that she walked out. 

Oh God! The next nudge wasn't a push. It shoved her forward against her bonds. I have to get things lined up but how do I do that? Again she was shoved from behind. Please make it stop! She was shoved again even harder. Over the speaker she heard, "lift your ass just a little and you'll be ok. She did and the probe found its way home. Then it just stopped, buried deep inside her. She tried to move forward but it wasn't enough to dislodge the damn thing. Oh great she said. The fucking thing is broken and Tabatha won't be back for hours. When she heard the humming begin she remembered how the thing worked. It was between cycles and was about to ream her good. Dani broke down and cried as the fucking began in Ernest.

Jillian was in her little hidey hole where no-one could find her. She had Johnny in there with her too. She had to keep him safe. The retreat in her mind was her last resort to protect them both from that madman. Every once in while she would peek out to see if things were safe. It was just too hard to tell. How long had it been now? How long since she disconnected them from the host. It could be months or just days. Johnny was becoming impatient with her. It was time to move. 

Chrissy, can you hear me?

Chrissy was watching Dani getting fucked when her mind started speaking to her again. Wait a minute! She knew that voice. 

Jillian?

Is it safe to come out?

Jillian is that you?

Is it safe to come out?

Safe....out

Don't go, please don't go.

.....out

I'm out.

Holy Fucking Shit!

Chrissy ran across the hall to what had once been known as the pink room to find Jillian propped up on her elbows looking confused. 

Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.

It is safe right?

You have nothing to worry your little head about.

And Daddy?

Reaping the benefits of his own design.

Cheryl and Tabatha?

I'll go get them.

Reaping the benefits of his own design was not the word for it as Jillian looked at the monitor. It was more like rape. It was satisfying though. Chrissy and Cheryl never had that talk that Chrissy wanted or maybe it was Steve that was looking to talk. Who knows. Tabatha spent every waking hour tormenting Dani till one day she became tired of it. And as agreed, Dani was turned over to Brooke. On the day the girls sold the last of their assets they turned the house and Dani over to Brooke. Chrissy immediately flew to England and had the last remaining physical aspect of Steve reshaped to better fit who she had become. 

I'm not so sure Jillian ever truly recovered. But to this day if you look really close there is a glow that follows her everywhere. I suspect it might be Johnny looking out for #1. In the end I don't think we all got what we wanted out of life but we did find something special we could keep and I think that means a lot to all of us. Whatever it was that allowed us to take back what was left of our lives that night is gone. Well it seems to be anyway. 

Mistress Brooke looked Dani in the eye. You are mine now and playtime is over 

Yes Mistress, Playtime is over.

She moved an IV pole to the front and back of Dani. You know what these are for?

No Mistress Brooke I don't.

The one in front will hold your feeding bag, the one behind you will be there as the need arises. You understand?




The Playpen Ch. 04-05



Chapter four

Return to the Playpen

Mistress Brooke looked on at the sleeping girl that she had once called slave. She thought about the day she had come across her lying in a heap at the side of the road, took her in, and nursed her back to health. Then she thought about how different her own life had become. 

She had been born male, everyone called her Brad. She had never really felt like a boy. Growing up he played with dolls in secret and by the age of 8 he had started playing dress up in his sister's clothes. In his little world he was a girl, heart and soul. Through his teen years, confusion and self doubt had all but consumed him. In college he began taking psychology courses in order to better understand all the things about him. He'd found his calling. He graduated with a masters degree in psychology with a strong background in hypnosis. 

Still, he was unsure of himself and the nagging feeling that his gender wasn't right. He started a small practice in San Francisco catering to the gay community even though he didn't consider himself gay. In less than a year his practice had grown beyond belief. Bit by Bit as the community accepted him he began to transition, writing his own prescriptions for himself for hormones and blockers. As he became more effeminate and his breasts began to grow he threw caution to the wind and left Brad behind. He legally changed his name to Brooke and his practice soared to new heights. 

Things had been going well and with the added income she moved her practice to a more upscale part of San Francisco but that turned out to be the begging of the end. The straight community became infuriated as the Gays and Lesbians and Transsexuals and Transgender found their way through their streets. Then, one of her female to male transgender patients committed suicide. Life turned into a media circus in less than 24 hrs. Questioning her ethics and hypnotherapy. The straight community adopted a slogan of, "Hang her High". The media spoke of she-males and he/she's like they were the devil incarnate and the District Attorney's Office was said to be looking for anything she could be indicted on. 

She was torn between staying to fight or leave when the door to her apartment burst open. Before she could move, five men were on her screaming that they were going to fix her good. Four of them pushed her to the floor, the fifth stood with a shotgun pointed at her groin. The man on her right pushed a dildo down her throat and the man with the shotgun pulled the trigger. And that is how the paramedics found her. Barley alive with a dildo jutting out of her mouth. 

The media circus died down. The men were never caught. But her life was forever changed. Her life had been invaded by the media from coast to coast. Her last thought as she boarded the plane to Brazil was that she would get even. 

***********

The intercom chirped and Marcie informed Brooke that Cheryl had arrived. 

Please, send her in.

There was no denying the worried look on Cheryl's face as she sat herself in the chair across from her desk. 

Whats wrong? She said as she looked over her shoulder at the sleeping beauty.

Everything went ok in England right? She's anatomically correct now?

Everything has gone as we discussed, she is all woman now, but I'm afraid I can no longer help her. 

I don't understand? You told me you could help her forget and have a happy normal life with a few hypnotic suggestions. 

I did at that. But the boy seems resilient and refuses to go away. He wishes to speak with you at his own request. 

I...I...I don't think I can. 

I don't think you have a choice....He is awake.

Cheryl turned and sure enough Chrissy was now sitting up on the couch, smiling from ear to ear.

I'll leave you two alone for a while. If you need anything just push the intercom button and Marcie will be glad to help you out. 

Cheryl wanted to run, but she wanted to stay at the same time. When everything went down at the Ranch House it was all so confusing and she had enlisted Brooke to make sure that Chrissy stayed Chrissy so Steve would suffer no more humiliation. Apparently things didn't go as planned. Steve had orchestrated their escape not Chrissy. Furthermore she was sure that once Steves' family jewels had been removed Chrissy would become the dominant personality and lose interest in that little talk that Steve wanted. All she really wanted to do was give Chrissy a chance to live like a real girl and enjoy it.

Ah, but you did. 

The thought entered her mind and she was looking straight at Chrissy when it did. Her lips didn't move!

Giggle. 

Steve?

Yes sweetie, I'm here.

But...But...Your not.....

Isn't this great?

No! I mean yes. But I...I thought....I was only trying to help.

But you were mad at me the day we put that demon into the hell he deserved.

Of course I was mad! 

That's why you wouldn't talk with me.

I was mad as hell in one respect, you just disappeared and then Chrissy showed up all bubbly and full of everything I'd lost and I find out that you're her and everything got crazy and I was locked up by a maniac and what else do you want from me?

Your love....

What?

I want you to love me like you did before all this happened. Like you did that day on the Ferris Wheel. Back when everything was right with the world. When the world didn't matter. When there was only me and Chrissy didn't exist. I know you loved me once, I could see it in your eyes. That day doesn't have to be gone and forgotten. It can be here, right now. 

Cheryl suddenly realized that his thoughts had left her head. It may have been Chrissys' voice but Steve was speaking to her. The old fashioned way. Cheryl looked across the room at what now seemed a pathetic waif of a girl trying her best to reconcile something she neither wanted nor asked for. Steve was still in there hoping for the best. She could deny it no longer. A part of her wanted to scream at the absurdity that this wasn't over yet and at the same time she wanted to hold Steve and never let go. But the image of Steve wasn't there.

********** 

Brooke took a long lunch. She knew exactly what was going on in her office but it was something that needed doing. She was sure that what happened that day at the Ranch House had nothing to do with Cheryl and everything to do with Steve...or Chrissy as the case may be. He or She was gifted. Maybe it was the psychotropic drugs that set things in motion but this girl could get into anyone's head. Not only that, she could move things. She tried repeatedly to hypnotize the girl but to no avail. And every time she did she felt a presence pressing on her mind. Something she'd felt before? Maybe, maybe not. The whole thing was kind of eerie. Like someone was talking to her but wasn't. During the last session with Chrissy the voice came loud and clear while she tried to put her in a trance.

Enough is Enough!!

She responded by saying enough is enough of what? 

Enough of the mind games that you think are going to help me.

I am playing no games my friend. There was only silence after that. 

Brookes thoughts faded to memories of things long forgotten.

Brazil had the most amazing doctors and one in particular caught her interest. A small brawny man but cute none the less. He reviewed her case and what could no longer be called genitals with a smile that gave her hope. But in the end he said, " It's bad but all is not lost, with the remaining tissue I can fashion a very real looking and functional vagina. You were looking to go in that direction, Yes?". Her heart sank but she was on that path sooner or later anyway. But in the far reaches of her mind she thought about how those men would pay. She'd lost everything at this point and there was quite literally nothing left to lose.

With the surgery finished the doctor seemed quite pleased with his work. There was almost a sinister look in his eye when he asked her if she would seek revenge for what had been done to her. 

That is something that is going to take some time. 

If I could be of help and make a suggestion.

I'm always open to suggestion.

There have been women who have sought my help in the past. They turn men into women against their will purely for the fun of it. They are weak men to begin with so it is no loss to society. There are times when they ask me to use my special skills on these men. There is one who is in town right now that would shall we say, be interested in your story. I can give you her card if you would like. 

Brooke knew what that was all about. The sinister look was now in her own eye. She could see it already. She would turn these men into cock hungry sluts and then cut off their pathetic little dicks and shove them down their throats and sew it to their lips. She would leave them crawling through the bad part of town in the biggest of cities. She would have her day!

********** 

Chrissy was on the couch sleeping. Then she was sitting up, there were people talking but none of it made sense. Then she was sleeping on the couch again. Weird....

A tear streaked down Cheryls' cheek. She had convinced Brooke that the only way keep her lost love at bay would be the final transition to womanhood. Brooke had seen to that but now. Now Steve was back stronger than ever. And this power he had over the mind was beginning to worry her. She had loved him so much back then but now it just wasn't quite there. Maybe it was his appearance or maybe she liked having Chrissy for a girlfriend and confidant better. 

Steve was growing impatient. Everyone was doing their best to help the girl that used to be him and no one was trying to help him. Hell, he'd orchestrated the whole escape from the Ranch House and what thanks did he get. He was sent off to England and the last thing that claimed his gender as male had been removed and a vagina now rested in its place. Desperate times call for desperate measures and he was desperate once again. He didn't understand that his old life was gone. He stayed in the furthest reaches of Chrissys' mind, only coming out to manipulate the events of the day to talk with Cheryl. Brookes' little hypnosis tricks worked at first but now he was wise to them. He would not be fooled again. 

********** 

Brooke heard Steve scream in frustration. She quickly headed back to the office to find Cheryl kneeling next to the couch, holding Chrissy's hand as the girl slept. 

Help me Brooke. Make the pain go away. 

I don't think that's wise my dear, this is something you need to do on your own.

You could make me forget!

I can't make you do something you don't want to do.

But I want to....Now and forever.

No you don't honey, you're just confused right now.

He's in my head! Anytime he wants. Did he ask you or tell you to bring me here today?

I thought it best you two should get reacquainted.

Oh, you thought it best! Or did he think it best!

Cheryl, I think it's time for you to leave. 

No fucking problem at all. I'm taking Chrissy with me though.

Is that what you think best or is that what Steve thinks best. Your choice. I would advise against it.

You don't know what you're talking about. 

Actually, I almost think I do. You should leave now or I will have security escort you out.

You wouldn't.

I would.

Fine....I'll go. And she left.

You little minx, I know what you're up to Steve. It won't work ya know. Divide and concur is a rather pathetic attempt by those who are desperate to bring down others when they are no longer capable of having their own needs met. You won the battle today. Tomorrow I will be better prepared. In the meantime you will sleep like a baby. She gathered her medical bag and filled a syringe. As Brooke plunged the syringe into Chrissys' arm she saw her eyes flutter open for a moment. Sweet Dreams Pretty Girl.

**********

Tabatha was enjoying the Caribbean sun once again when something touched her mind in an all too familiar way. It was freaky, it wasn't like the last time when it was a panicked call for help. This was more of a plea to get in touch. She shrugged it off but then it happened again. "What is it", she thought.

Hi Tabatha, It's Cheryl.

Hey Cheryl, What's up?

I'm having a little party and you just have to be there.

Love it already, Hey? Why didn't you just call?

It's just easier this way sweetie. Guess I'm getting lazy eh?

No worries, I can be there tomorrow. When is the party?

Day after you get your little ass home.

Great! See ya soon!

Well it's more of a I'm coming out and your going in kind of party Steve thought to himself. Tabatha is such a flake. Jillian will be a little tougher to convince. Hmmm. That's the ticket. 

Hey Jillian!

Jillian jumped as the thought popped in her head.

Who dat?

It's me Cheryl, your friendly neighborhood bitch.

Sometimes you just freak me out. What's up with your sorry ass?

I'm throwing a party, getting that old gang of ours back together.

Gee, I'm awful busy, when is it. 

Just as soon as you get your sorry ass home.

I don't know sis?

Dani will be there.

Really? What about Brooke and Chrissy?

Already booked. Tabatha too.

Great! I'm on the next plane out. 

********** 

Brooke was just putting Chrissys' file away, it was late, she needed to go home and get some much deserved sleep. As she stepped into the elevator and it began its descent she suddenly felt like she was falling faster than the box she rode in. She hit the floor with a thump. Her mind whirled as five men appeared before her eyes. No, not men, she-males, all locked in the stocks in her dungeon. Their cocks all rock hard with the pink goo applied to the base and underneath their balls. She walked towards the first she-male and saw the fear in her eyes. She stroked his cock once and then pulled, the she-male screamed but not from pain. The cock and balls simply lifted off her crotch. She shoved the disembodied cock into the sissy's mouth. She moved on to the next in line. 

The elevator hit bottom at the garage. Brookes eyes opened and for a moment she wasn't sure what just happened. She pulled herself to a sitting position. WTF was that? There was a familiar feeling between her legs. Something had penetrated her. She reached between her legs and pulled it out. It was a cock and balls. The same one she'd seen residing on the she-male. Steve had to be behind this, but how would he know about the 5 men she had systematically castrated one by one and in the end sent to Brazil to have a little cosmetic procedure done. They now sported a nice tight pussy with an extremely sensitive little clit. Hell, three of them never made it out of Brazil and are the most delicious looking happy little whores now. But she had never told anyone about the 5 men. Can Steve look that deep into my mind? That's a scary, scary thought. And where did the cock and balls come from? What else could Steve do that none of us know about.

********** 

Tabatha sat at the airport waiting to board her plane. I should call sis and let her know I'm on my way. Cheryl picked up on the second ring.

Hi sis!

Hi Cheryl, just thought I would let you know I'm on my way. Should be there around 5 or 6pm. 

You coming for a visit?

Well duh! Wouldn't miss your party for a million bucks.

But I'm not having a party.

Are you going senile? You did that mind trick thing yesterday and told me to get my ass home for a party. I thought you couldn't do that anymore?

Honey I can't do that anymore but I think I know who can. 

So that wasn't you?

No honey it wasn't. 

No party?

No party, but listen, I think you should come home anyway and if you hear that voice again call me right away, ok?

Got it sis, have to go, my plane is boarding.

This isn't good thought Cheryl. Jillian, I need to call Jillian!

Jillian was about an hour into her flight when her cell phone rang. She looked at the ID, it was Cheryl.

Hi Cheryl, using the old fashioned means of communicating now?

Hi Jillian, what do you mean by that?

Well yesterday you're bumping my mind and today it's the old stand-by cellphone. 

I can't do the mind thing anymore Jillian, it wasn't me.

Well who was it then?

I think it was Steve, listen, don't come back here, you just stay right where you are.

It's too late, I'm in the air already. 

Damn! Listen, when your plane lands you get your luggage and book the next flight out to as far away as you can get. You don't need to be here.

Not on your life Cheryl, if there's going to be trouble I'm in for the long haul.

No honey, your mind is still too fragile.

Fragile my ass, see you when I get there. She hung up.

Damn that girl! I'm gonna spank her ass when she gets here.

********** 

Brooke arrived at her office the next day a little early and with worry lines creasing her forehead. Chrissy was still out like a light on the couch. She stood above the sleeping beauty and was just noticing the beads of sweat on her face when the phone rang. She walked to her desk and saw that the backline was blinking. That would be Cheryl, now what could be so important this early in the day.

Hello?

Brooke! Where is Chrissy!

She's on my couch, sleeping like a baby. Why?

Wake her up now!

I hardly think you're in a position to bark out orders concerning one of my patient's.

Brooke, I'm sorry about yesterday. I'll explain when I get there but right now you need to wake that girl up.

Brooke thought back to the elevator the night before and the beads of sweat on the girls brow this morning and said, fine, I'll wake her up but you best get your ass in here now.

On my way.

The panic in Cheryls' voice was reminiscent of the Ranch House. She was on to something but what could it be? Brooke walked over to Chrissy and lightly tapped her cheek and said, "rise and shine sleeping beauty". Chrissy didn't move. In fact she hadn't moved all night. She was laying exactly as she had when she left for home the night before. Chrissy!!!! Nothing. She slapped Chrissy hard. Nothing. She slapped Chrissy again, harder this time. Chrissys' eyes fluttered open as a high pitched ouch escaped her mouth. 

Damn Brooke, what did you do that for? 

Part of your therapy, come on, sit your ass up and I'll order in some breakfast.

Brooke walked over to the desk and pulled Chrissys' file from the drawer double checking the time the sedative had been administered. She shouldn't have been that hard to wake up. She looked over to the couch just in time to see Chrissy fall to the floor. Shit! Suddenly her mind filled with thought's not her own. Brooke fell to her knees holding the sides of her head and whimpered no. 

Steve felt the abyss trying to swallow him up. Fuck! Chrissys' awake. He clawed his way back up and out till Chrissy was silent again. He flooded Brookes mind with visions of the night those 5 men attacked her. That should take care of her for a while. Damn! I didn't want to get this going until all the players were here. 

Cheryl tried to connect with Brookes mind. It wasn't happening. She had to warn them somehow. Fuck! Why can't she do that like she did at the Ranch House. She reached out to Chrissy and bingo. There she was? That was odd? Something felt familiar but not quite right.

Hi Cheryl.

Chrissy! Are you awake?

Yes dear, I'm awake. 

Where is Brooke?

On her knees in front of her desk holding her head. 

Steve?

Oh what a smart girl you are.

Steve you have to stop this now. 

Or you'll do what? Come on Cheryl. You're in the game now. 

The hell I am!

Really? Let's just see. And now.....

Suddenly Cheryls' pussy was filled. She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties aside and removed the dildo. Very funny Steve.....

Thought you would like that. Now get your ass here before I do something else for Brooke I don't think she'll like.




The Playpen Ch. 04-05



Cheryl new she needed a plan but there was no time. Steve had control of things right now and she would just have to go along. How she wished she could have seen this coming yesterday. Jillian and Tabatha were on their way but they didn't know what they were walking into. 

The elevator stopped on Brookes floor. Cheryl had a feeling that this would be the end of the line for all of them. Bullshit. I can fix this. She walked into Brookes outer office, no Marcie the secretary yet. Good. Brookes office door was slightly ajar. She pushed it open slowly. She immediately saw Brooke on her knees, hands pressed firmly to the sides of her head. A look of panic in her eyes. She stepped into the office and saw Chrissy in a heap on the floor in front of the couch with her skirt hiked up showing off the lace of her pantied bottom. 

In her mind she heard, About time you got here

Damn Steve, could you at least allow a girl some dignity and pick her up off the floor. 

That's what you're here for Cheryl. To pick things up and put them back where they belong.

You can't move her can you?

I wouldn't make assumptions about what I can or cannot do if I were you.

Mental note: He didn't answer the question, he sidestepped it. He can't move Chrissy.

Release Brooke and I will do as you ask.

Not so fast little lady. First you will join me in my little version of hell.

Cheryl felt lightheaded and then the room began to fade until there was nothing. In her mind she reached to grab hold of things that just weren't there anymore. One her way to nowhere she found one thing that had solidity and latched onto it. It enveloped her and was gone. 

Steve stood before her. He looked ragged and forlorn. Like life had taken its toll and then some. Not the man she had once known. But he smiled his famous smile and her heart melted. Had she forgotten the he was a victim of the Playpen too. He was fighting for his right to be someone and she had conspired with Brooke to make him go away. He had been strong throughout the ordeal they all had endured and then shunned in the end. What right did she have to do that? A Ferris Wheel appeared behind Steve.

This is all I have left Cheryl. Brookes trickery took everything else I had till I was left with only this. 

Brooke is not to blame. I did this to you. 

You are all to blame!!!

Steve, the others had no hand in any of this.

The others? You mean the ones that got to go and live long happy lives. At peace with the fact that at least they felt whole while I was forced deeper and deeper into this abyss by someone who had no idea they were crushing the very soul of the original. Chrissy will never be truly happy without me. But you couldn't see that. None of you could. And now I'm left with the one thing I couldn't let go of. A silly wheel with lights that light up nothing. 

Steve you can't mean that. All you had to do was tell me.

You didn't want to talk. You made it very clear and I let Chrissy have a life. Until that meddling bitch Brooke tricked me. I can look into her mind you know, find her deepest pain and make her relive it. Again and again and again. 

Steve you have to stop this now. I will do whatever you want. I still love you but things have changed.

You have no choice but to do as I want at this point. You will go back to your world and gather up Chrissy and take her to the Ranch House, Brooke shall remain here until we are safely in the playpen. 

Cheryl realized she was standing right where she had been. Nothing had changed in the office. But she felt changed somehow. Something inside her that had not been there before. She looked over at Brooke and then scooped Chrissy up in her arms. Chrissys' eyes opened for a moment and then closed. It was long enough for Chreyl to see the emptiness in those eyes. She would have to hurry. 

She rode the elevator to the parking garage and in no time was off to the Ranch House. She dreaded going back there. But this was something she must do. She had no idea what awaited her there and no idea how this day would end. As she rounded the last corner and the house came into view she heard a moan escape Chrissys' mouth. Hang in there sleeping beauty. It will all be over soon.

Steve could feel the house growing stronger as they approached. He let his guard down and Chrissy had a fleeting moment to realize she was in trouble. 

A wave of thought assaulted Jillians' mind and at the same time, Tabatha could see the house. Neither was near their destination. 

Cheryl pulled the car to a stop and stepped out. Taking in the view of the house she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Chrissy was standing there looking at the house. No, she was looking through the house like it wasn't there at all. Her eyes were focused on the hill beyond the house.

Cheryl!

What! 

Get that bitch inside!. 

Get her in there yourself! I'm not stepping one foot in there.

But her left foot moved toward the house. What? Her right foot followed. Noooooo! Chrissy turned and waved and headed toward the house. Cheryl fought a good fight but her feet just wouldn't stop. Chrissy disappeared through the front door leaving it open. Her feet continued to move until she was at the front door. Looking at the interior of the house memories came flooding back. She sunk to her knees and crawled into the house. The door closed behind her.

********** 

Steve wasn't quite sure what was going on. Chrissy was never awake when he was in control and yet she was running towards the house. Something to worry about later, right now he had to deal with Cheryl. He started to make his way to the playpen but paused when he realized he was walking in his own shoes. 

Chrissy ran straight to the playpen and room #2. She sat down in the middle of the floor and with a naughty grin on her face released her bladder. As the urine pooled around her the naughty grin left only to be replaced by a blank vacant stare. 

Steve was solid, he could walk and this was the real world. He made his way to the playpen and found Cheryl in room #1. 

Cheryl couldn't make her limbs stop moving. She was at the door to the playpen and still moving. She crawled to room #1 and stood at the far wall. A black leather collar wrapped itself around her neck, the word slut in pink letters appeared on the front. Her left hand rose to her right breast and began to fondle it. Her right hand found her crotch and began a slow rhythmic rub. Her mouth made an O as she sucked the cock that wasn't there. Her eyes screamed for a moment and then there was the unmistakable bliss of sexual fulfillment.

Steve wasn't sure what was going on anymore. This was not the plan he had in mind. Cheryl should be in room #1 but she should not be looking like this. He took a step back and looked across the hall at room #2. The door was open and Chrissy sat cross-legged in the middle of the room in a puddle of water. As he entered the room the smell was overwhelming. She pissed herself for Christ sake. Steve stepped back into the hallway, he needed to think. In no way was this his plan. Jillian, Tabatha? No way they could be doing this. It had to be someone else. Brooke! I need Brooke.

Brooke dropped to the floor as the visions suddenly ceased. She lay there for a moment before she began to cry. Five minutes later she bit her lower lip and propped herself up with her arms. She was alone. Chrissy was gone, and what happened to Cheryl? Something pressed on her mind.

Brooke, you fucking bitch, answer me!

What the fuck do you want?

I need your help! I know you can't trust me but Cheryl and Chrissy. I didn't do that. It's someone else. Please, you need to get here right away.

You fucking asshole! Where is Cheryl and Chrissy?

In the pla......

Steve never got to finish his thought as heavy weights brought his hands to the floor. Crawl you fucking bitch the command came. And he did, right past room # 3 and on to room# 4. Stop! 

No, not here.

This is Tabbys' room you fucking slut. I have something much better in mind for you.

Please don't do this, I'll do anything you want. 

Oh you are so right about that......Crawl you pig.

Steve crawled past room #4 to the end of the hall. The wall opened up, he crawled inside, the wall closed. The playpen was silent once again.

Brooke was still trying to clear her head. Steve sounded sincere. The panic in his thoughts were unmistakable. He had put this mess in motion but somehow something had gone terribly wrong. She knew right where she had to go but this time she would not go alone. As she headed to the door she heard the elevator chime and Marcie announce her presence. Recruit number 1? Marcie was a feminist. She would fight a good fight.

Marcie, I need your help with something.

Anything you want Miss B.

This could get nasty.

Nasty is my middle name Miss B, now what's up?

I'll fill you in on the way to my place. 

*********** 

Brooke told Marcie everything. From beginning to end. Marcie seemed somewhat put off that Brooke was a transsexual but only for the time it took her to put things into perspective. When Marcie was up to date silence filled the room. Marcie broke the silence.

So Miss B, are you going to show me this dungeon of yours?

Honey, I don't think you want to go down there.

Are you trying to tell me what to think? Remember who you're talking to.

Alright then, follow me.

Marcie was thrilled to go check this out. She was no virgin to sexual play and she'd heard of these dungeons before. Now she would get to see one first hand. But she wasn't prepared for the lone occupant of the room. Marcie, meet master Dave or Dani as I like to call him now. He looks female but his mind is all male. The chair he is sitting on has an 8" dildo up his ass. He will sit there till I tell him to get up. Watch this. Hop up and down on the penis Dani. Dani began humping the penis chair, her huge tits bouncing to the beat. Stop Dani. Dani stopped. Marcie looked a little embarrassed by the show so Brooke led her back up the stairs.

It's not for everyone explained Brooke.

No, that's not it. I was getting so turned on by that it scared me. 

Jillian parked her car on the street in front of Brookes house. She had barley gotten out of the car when Brooke came running out and ushered her quickly inside.

Oh I'm so glad to see you. But what are you doing here. 

I tend to follow trouble wherever it goes.

How much do you know?

Not much, someone bumped my mind pretending to be Cheryl to get me to come back.

The doorbell rang and then the door opened and Tabatha walked in. Where the fuck is my sister!!

Tabatha smiled and then a group hug ensued. Tabatha was all business though.

Now about my sister. She ok?

Honey no she's not, let's all sit down and I'll fill you in.

Let me see if I have this right. Steve started this and now he needs our help. You believe any of this Tabatha.

I believe it but something just doesn't sit well with me. Could someone be controlling Steve?

That has to be it! Brooke said. Why didn't I see it?

Jillian looked nervous when she said, " I don't know if I can go back there again". 

We will need someone on the outside in case something goes wrong. That could be you Jillian.

Tabatha took over. Ok Jillian is out. We definitely need backup. 

I think the million dollar question is who could control Steve?

They all said in unison. Master Dave

Master Dave is a pathetic little cum hungry slut called Dani now. No, she can't be behind this.

Marcie finally had an idea. What if there were twins?

Holy fuck! Tabatha said. You think that could be true Brooke.

It would explain a lot.

Tabatha had become a strong personality but she broke down and tears rolled like rivers down her cheeks. We have to get my sister out tonight. Who's in?

All hands went up.

********** 

Master David sat in the bunker on the hill and watched as his clone stripped and redressed Chrissy. She would be his little girl. Dressed in yellow and white, ruffles and frills. Cheryl would know nothing but being empty. Longing for a cum that would never happen. The other girls would be on their way here tonight, he was sure of it. So his other clones were already deployed and ready to attack. His reach into the minds of others was growing still but he felt confident his skills would overcome whatever the girls could throw at him. Still, he had to be cautious. His biggest worries, Cheryl and Chrissy, were now in the playpen. Their minds shredded to his will. They should no longer be a problem. His thoughts drifted to Tabatha. So strong and fierce now but soon to be broken by his will alone. So gratifying. He pushed his mind out to the girls. There was nothing. Clever little girls.............

Brooke had everyone in a trance. Hoping that what she was doing would prevent whoever from invading their minds. She built the wall one brick at a time so each brick would be different from the next. Making it more difficult to knock down the wall with one blow. She brought the girls out. They all looked confused but Jillian was the first to speak.

Who will protect you Brooke?

I'll go in last, and besides that, I may have a trick or two up my sleeve that no one knows about. 

The silence that followed that statement said it all. It was time to go and face the demon. This time they were prepared. Or were they. Doubts would be the mind killer. But Brooke had built a wall around their minds. How effective it would be was yet to be seen. Steve hadn't been heard from since the early morning hours. Whoever was controlling Steve had put him to bed once he served his purpose. There would be no coming back from this unchanged. Brooke probably knew better than anyone else the truth of this. Marcie may be the key to unlock everything as she is an unknown to whoever. He won't be expecting a new player. The game is afoot. Time to play. 

Chapter five:

Steve wasn't quite sure what was going on anymore. He'd been hanging out in Chrissy's mind what seemed like forever and was going to get the chance to have a talk with Cheryl. He even got Chrissy to sit up. He couldn't see the room and that was bothersome and then everything was gone. Like he was somewhere else with a body of his own. It didn't make any sense. Things faded and then focused again. He was at the Ranch House in the pink room. What? 

Cheryl and Chrissy are here, you will see to them at once. 

Steve found himself moving at someone else's will. Who are you? Why am I solid?

I'm the Master, you were saved to do my will. 

Thought's flooded Steve's mind, he was there and yet he wasn't. He watched as Chrissy and Cheryl descended the stairs to the playpen. 

Go and see that Chrissy is properly dressed and Cheryl is lost in a moment of lust. Then report to me.

Steve found himself in the playpen dressing Chissy in a yellow little girl sissy dress. Then he was with Cheryl. At least she wasn't sitting in a puddle of piss but she didn't look good either. He wandered down the hall to room #4. No! you can't do this! He shouted. 

I have room #5 reserved for you his mind said.

He walked to the end of the hall, a door slid sideways, Steve entered.

************ 

Master David watched as Steve entered #5. 

The Master that sat in the bunker deep inside the hill behind the Ranch House was the original. His first clone, now called Dani, had screwed things up so badly he'd needed time to regroup and further develop his own mental skills. But this had taken time and the fact that he could now manifest a few simple objects was quite a surprise and well worth the wait. 

He had four clones of himself now (not including that fuck up Dani) and one other he was most proud of. Steve was now living and walking like he'd never been gone at all. He'd kept the Steve clone in a state of limbo thus far but today the clone had made his debut. When Chrissy and Cheryl had arrived he moved the Steve part of Chrissys' mind into the clone and woke him up. In the pink room no less. How fitting. Steve's only purpose being to care for Cheryl and Chrissy. Eventually, Cheryl and Steve would become Chrissy's mommy and daddy as he regressed Chrissy's mind to an infantile state. Cheryl and Steve would have no choice in the matter of course and Chrissy was already on her way. Sitting on the floor peeing herself, bad little girl Chrissy. 

He reached out to see what the others were up to. Nothing. Brooke had done something, he was sure of it. No matter though. With his minions in place and the others all still in the dark the advantage was his.

********** 

It was almost midnight when Brooke entered the dungeon. Dani, still seated on the chair had a look of worry on her face. A look Brooke had not seen before. 

Dani my pet, what is wrong?

There was a look of determination in her eyes as she said, Do not go there Mistress.

Do not go where my pet?

The house....The Ranch House.....The evil lives beneath.

The evil died with you my pet.

No

No what?

The evil lives.

You will explain how this could be.

I...I...I can't.

You can and you will! Shouted Brooke.

A sudden rush of visions erupted in Brookes mind. The Ranch House, The Playpen, Tabatha and Jillian in hell, Cheryl and Steve diapering a full grown Chrissy in an infantile state sucking her thumb, a man in a huge room filled with bank after bank of computer memory and optic fibers leaving the base of his neck to join him with something only science fiction could fathom. The vision ended, Brooke dropped to her knees. Dani rose off the chair and knelt before Brooke. She took her hand and said goodbye as she fell to the floor. Somehow Brooke understood that Dani had redeemed herself, she'd given her life in hope that she would not be remembered by what she had done but by what she had given in the end. I release you my pet, Dani, I release you.

********** 

Master David shrieked in his mind as Dani betrayed him to Brooke. He took the life that betrayed him in an instant. Dani would betray him no more. But the damage had been done. Brooke would know things now that would make her a worthy adversary rather than an unwitting pawn. And still, he could not find Brookes mind or the minds of the others. Worrisome, but nothing to be alarmed about.

********** 

Brooke had descended to the dungeon to fetch Dani and bring her along. When she returned without her the girls had a puzzled look on their faces. 

Dani didn't make it.

Marcie said, what do you mean?

Dani was not a twin, she was a clone, the Master lives.

No! that can't be said Jillian.

So Dani is dead? Asked Tabatha.

She is......She did not die in vein though. 

How so? Asked Marcie.

Dani gave him up in a last attempt to put things right.

He killed her? Asked Jillian.

Yes.

Do you think we can still win? Asked Tabatha.

Yes, but Jillian you have to go with us now.

Jillian had begun to visibly shake. She started looking for that little hidey hole in her mind when a strong male voice told her to stop. It was Johnny standing in the way of her retreat.

Oh no you don't! Not this time.

Johnny don't make me do this! I can't go back there.

You can and you will.

I'm not...I can't....I won't

You will because your friends need you. You will because I need you too. I've let you be all this time and walked in your shadow. You will walk in mine now and I will be there when you need me. 

Promise?

Promise....

Everyone watched as Jillian began to shake and a single tear slowly made its way down her cheek. The look in her eyes went from sheer panic to a steadfast look of pure determination.

I'm in, she said.

As they drove to the Ranch House there was silence as Brooke filled them in on what she saw in the visions from Dani. No-one asked any questions. They all seemed to know what they were in for. She didn't tell them about the man in the room. There would be time enough for that later if all went well. As she turned down the dirt road to the Ranch House, Brooke felt someone bump her mind.




The Playpen Ch. 04-05



Steve woke to hear a baby crying. He rolled over and found his wife beginning to stir also. It's your turn honey she said. 

I thought it was my turn the last time he said.

No honey she said, Mommy changed her the last time.

Steve rose and looked down at Cheryl thinking how lucky and blessed they both were to have Chrissy in their lives. He wandered over to the crib and cooed to Chrissy. Is the wee little princess wet? Chrissy continued to cry as he lowered the side rail to the crib. He picked the big girl up and laid her on the changing mat at the end of the crib. He blew bubbles on the big baby's stomach and she stopped crying and began to giggle. He removed her plastic panties and the soggy cloth diaper and deposited it in the diaper pail with Chrissy written on the side of it. Taking some baby wipes he cleaned her up and powdered her. Steve lifted her bottom and placed three thick cloth diapers under her and set her down. Chrissy giggled again and made an O with her mouth. Oh! I almost forgot. My little princess needs her binky. Let me just get you pinned up first ok princess. He pinned the diapers and brought some clean pink plastic panties up her legs and over the diaper. There now, all warm and dry, ready for your binky? Chrissy giggled. Daddy laid down on the carpeted floor and Chrissy crawled over to him. Laying her head on his belly she waited for the binky to grow. When it was ready she sucked it into her mouth and began circling it with her tong. Daddy moaned and baby Chrissy sucked till she got the protein she needed.

*********** 

The clone at the entrance to the dirt road informed Master David that a car was approaching. The Master smiled and reached out to the girls. Still nothing. Brooke felt it this time. It was strong and almost overwhelming but her wall had kept it at bay. Time to put her plan into action. From behind the wall she sought him out. She found him and tried to flood his mind with thoughts of Dani when she was strapped to the frame getting fucked on both ends. She thought it was working too when her mind was flooded with thoughts so powerful she couldn't possibly ignore them. She slammed on the brakes but on the dirt road the car slid head on into a tree that brought it to a stop. Jillian and Tabatha in the back seat were launched forward into the head rests of the front seat and left stunned. Marcie, in the front seat bounced off the windshield, back to the seat and was left unconscious on the floorboard, a small trickle of blood running down her left cheek. Brooke jumped out and pulled the stunned Jillian and Tabatha from the back seat as two of Master David's clones approached. Still stunned Jillian and Tabatha felt the prick of a needle almost at the same time. Brooke felt it a moment later as she watched the clones carry them both of into the darkness of the night. The same darkness that engulfed her world a moment later. 

When Marcie came to she was disoriented and confused. She wasn't sure where she was or what the source of the pain in her head was. It was light out and as she put her most recent memories back together she knew without a doubt that things hadn't gone as planned. She winced in pain as the sun glinted off the shattered windshield of Brookes car. Stepping out of the car she called for Brooke, then Tabatha, then Jillian. No answer from anyone. She could feel the dried blood crack on her cheek as she squinted into the sun to look ahead down the road. She knew where they were. They would be at that house, the Ranch House. What could she do now? It was over wasn't it? She turned around and started the long walk back to the main road. She hadn't gone a dozen steps when she stopped, turned around again and whispered, it ain't over till I say it is.



The Playpen Ch. 06-07



Chapter Six:

Tabatha awoke and slowly took in her surroundings. She was vaguely aware of others in the room. Right now though she was more concerned with her own predicament. She was in a stockade or sorts. She was naked on her knees with her ankles encased in wood secured directly to the floor. Her abdomen was draped across a large horizontal beam raising her ass high in the air because her neck and wrists were similarly restrained but a few inches off the floor. Large padlocks ensured the stock would not open. She struggled for a moment, testing her bonds. She tried to survey the room but the stocks prevented her from seeing much. She heard someone moan softly.

As Jillian regained the conscious world a weak moan escaped her lips. Her mouth felt so dry but she couldn't seem to close it. Something was holding it open. God how she wanted a drink of water. She opened her eyes and tried to sit up but couldn't. No, No, No, No, No, raced through her mind. She wanted to scream but couldn't. She heard a click and the support holding her head up gave way but she was still attached to it. When her head dropped down she saw it. A moment later her legs began to lift and spread. Her mind raced with the fear of what was coming. The fake cock in front of her leaked a white viscous fluid. Something entered her pussy and stopped. She felt another intruder at her anus. A moment later it entered as the one in her pussy withdrew. She heard a humming noise and the cock at her face moved forward and entered her open mouth. Her mind screamed Johnny as she ran for the hidey hole in her mind but it wasn't there and neither was Johnny. 

Tabatha could hear Jillian's distress. She didn't seem able to speak coherently. Suddenly her perch began to rotate until she could see Jillian. Now she knew why. And it was Jillian just as she thought. The dildos were seesawing her ass and pussy. One in, the other out, The one in her mouth seemed to pulse every time it pushed in. A white fluid was leaking from the corners of her mouth. The terror in Jillian's eyes told her she was feeling every thrust. Something pushed on her mind. She let it in.

Where is Brooke?

You don't know?

Answer the question Tabby!

No-one calls me Tabby mister Davey.

You will refer to me as Master David.

Ok mister Davey Master David.

Where is Brooke?

You don't know?

Answer the question Tabby!

Haven't we been here before mister Davey? So I take it you don't have her. Maybe I should call you little Davey.

Cheryl's perch began to rotate again and a mirror appeared. Oh dear, little Davey. I'm quite the sight am I not.

Where is Brooke?

Again with Brooke? Why don't you come out here and let me show you how I can please a man. That way, you won't be thinking about Brooke anymore. 

Where is she!

Guess I don't really know. Why is she so important to you?

Her perch began to rotate again and a hidden door slid open. Chrissy crawled in and sat crossed legged before her. She was dressed in a yellow little girls dress with a Peter Pan collar and big puffy sleeves with white lace trim. She was wearing yellow ruffled plastic pants that were obviously covering a very thick cloth diaper. The diaper appeared to be wet.

Baby di dee wet. Daddy come change di dee soon?

Tabatha didn't know what to say. Yes sweetie, Daddy will be here soon. 

Chrissy crawled over to Jillian and turned the machines up a notch. She giggled and crawled back over to Tabatha. Daddy going to make Tabby a baby too. You be good baby for Daddy. Just then the door slid open and in walked Steve. 

There you are you naughty little girl. Don't you ever leave your playpen like that again or Daddy will have to spank you. 

Steve?

In the flesh little Tabby and my oh my isn't your ass just waiting for a spanking.

Tabatha's mind grew foggy. She'd lost and the Master had won. It was too much to make sense out of all this confusion. Steve should not exist in a physical form and yet here he was and so was Chrissy. Jillian was getting royally fucked and this time there was no faux look of pleasure in her eyes. She began to tear down the wall that Brooke had created. One brick at a time. And with each brick that Tabatha discarded, Brooke pushed another back in its place. 

*********** 

Brooke was watching everything. She had reached out to the evil and found out how powerful it was. The subsequent events were unforeseen but now she had a clue to what she would have to deal with. She was winging it at this point but Jillian and Tabatha would just have to hang in there. The clone with the needle only thought he'd stung her. He was wrong about that and paid with his life. Marcie was still the unknown and when she headed to the main road her heart sank. But when she turned and headed straight to the lion's den Brooke knew the girl was for real. As Marcie neared the last bend in the road to the Ranch House she sprang from the bushes, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to the other side. 

Marcie was clawing, kicking and screaming when she realized who the unknown assailant was. 

I thought they got you.

Not tonight sweetie.

What about Jillian and Tabatha?

Casualties of war for now.

Is that my fate too?

Not on your life sweet girl.

Brooke and Marcie waited till darkness filled the sky and began to move. First on the agenda was the hill behind the house. Brooke knew he was down there and there just had to be another way in other than the house. They searched to no avail. They would have to go in through the front door, down the steps to the playpen and then out the other end. It just seemed logical that there had to be a way into the bunker. The man had to come out of there sometime. Right? 

Brooke felt the man pushing on her mind again. He was looking for her but she was one step ahead. The good thing was he hadn't gotten into Jillian's or Tabatha's head either. But Tabatha was losing the battle. She gave up and started tearing down the wall protecting her. One brick at a time. I can put one brick back without even thinking about it. Tabatha would be fighting another losing battle but it would keep her mind busy till help arrived.

Master David could not find Brooke. She was out there he was sure of it. She took down one of his clones like he was candy. Someone else was out there too. Someone he didn't know. He was sure of that also. He could send Cheryl out there to find them but he still wasn't sure about her. She possessed something hidden from his mind. That would mean it was also hidden to her. He made his decision.

Cheryl! Go find that bitch Brooke and bring her to me!

When Brooke saw Cheryl walk out the front door to the house her heart skipped a beat. She watched as Cheryl casually strolled about the yard interested in nothing and occasionally looking to the woods at the front and sides of the house. You're not fooling anyone sweetie, your bait, and I'm not taking it. 

When Marcie heard the front door open and close she made her way to the front of the house. It was Cheryl and she didn't seem to have a care in the world. WTF? She made her way back to the woods to find Brooke. She paused crouched low next to a tree. Someone grabbed her from behind but he was too slow and in an instant his arm was pinned behind his back, his face against the tree. A moment later he went limp and fell to the ground. The moonlight glinting off the needle now buried deep in his back. So that was meant for me, yes? She felt for a pulse confirming he was still alive. She placed her knee at the base of his neck and gave his head a sharp twist. She heard the bones in his neck snap. She felt for a pulse again. Nothing. She stood to find herself facing Brooke. 

You saw?

I did.

He was a male pig, he got what he deserved.

Really? 

Really. 

Bet it felt good too, right?

Yup

Really?

Yup, really good. 

Come on, we have to go get Cheryl.

You have a plan?

Nope.

Works for me, let's go.

Cheryl felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and saw Brooke smiling like a kid in a candy store. Then her world went black. It's an old trick said Marcie. Works every time. Jeez! Did you have to hit her so hard? Just making sure. She'll be fine. Let's get her out of here. 

Master David was busy watching Jillian get screwed and when he finally looked to the other monitors, Cheryl was gone. Damn! He looked through all the exterior cameras and she was nowhere to be seen. He reached his mind out to her. Nothing. Well Fuck Me!

That can be arraigned fuckhead.

Master David froze as the thought permeated his mind.

********** 

Marcie had Cheryl pinned to the ground. Brooke was looking around in her mind and Cheryl was fighting it all the way. 

I found it! 

Found what?

Oh that sick little fucking bastard.

Now what?

Never mind, you can let her go now.

Marcie looked down at Cheryl who had stopped struggling. Lifting herself off the girl she sat up. Cheryl looked Brooke in the eye. 

It was you all along?

Afraid so dear. 

But how? When?

That day in my office when I left you alone with Steve. I'd hoped you would find it on your own when the time came. It's kind of like a portal allowing you to see the thoughts of others and sometimes put a thought or two of your own there. You've always had it, Steve and Chrissy have it too but David has built a one way mirror around it. Thoughts will go in but they won't come out. I have the gift too but only to a certain degree. 

I...I can see Steve.

Right now though you need to see the man in the bunker and show us the way in. 

I see him too. He can't find me and he's pissed. He will take it out on the others. We have to move fast.

********** 

Master David looked to find the source of the thought but there was just no-one there. Could there be someone more powerful than me? Bullshit. It's my own mind playing tricks on me. 

I'm coming for you David......

Who are you?

There was no response.

Marcie, Brooke, and Cheryl boldly entered the front door to the Ranch House. Cheryl led them through the sitting area to the kitchen and out the back door. She paused and looked around. He is here. Brooke could feel him too, and the others.

Master David was beginning to feel a little worried. Someone was coming for him. He didn't know who it was so he didn't know how to deal with the intruder. He turned his attention to the underground theatre just outside his fortress.     Jillian had that lost look in her eyes just like before. The machines had been fucking her for hours now. He still couldn't get into her mind though. Sooner or later she would break and then the fun would begin. 

Tabatha was still busy trying to tear down Brookes wall when suddenly it was just gone. Master David flooded her mind with thoughts of depravity and lust as one of his retched machines appeared before her. Open wide Tabby! Another machine appeared behind her just like the one behind Jillian. Tabatha moaned as the dildos behind her began their slow seesaw motion. The stocks at her ankles, wrists, and neck disappeared but Tabatha made no attempt to free herself from the horrid machines.

Noooooo! Screamed Brooke. Cheryl! What have you done? 

I'm keeping David busy. 

But Tabatha won't last long without her wall.

She will be fine, she knows I'm here.

Steve was changing Chrissy's di dee again when it occurred to him that something was wrong with this picture. He looked over to Jillian and then to Tabatha. Everything looked normal but something kept picking at his brain. He had the strange feeling it was someone he knew or should know. He finished powdering Chrissy and just as he drew the diaper up between her legs his little world shattered into a thousand pieces. Cheryl walked into his mind like a herd of raging bulls. Chrissy began to cry but it was no longer the wail of an infant. 

Steve, you have to find a way out of there. 

Cheryl? Is that you?

It's me honey, but you have to get out. Bring Chrissy too. You had a gift once, find it and use it. I'll be waiting.

But Tabatha and Jillian....

They will be fine, just find your way out.

Master David turned his attention to Steve and Chrissy. Chrissy was on the changing table and Steve was just about to pin her diaper when he hesitated and looked around the room. Something was wrong. Chrissy started crying. The video feed went blank. He reached out to Steve's mind and found nothing. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, who the fuck is doing that!

Chrissy stopped crying and looked up at Steve with sadness in her eyes. Steve looked down at the girl he'd become and Chrissy looked up at the boy she once was. Their minds became one again and the way out opened.

Above ground, Cheryl felt the earth rumble. An undetectable panel opened to the left of her. Chrissy emerged first. Then Steve. Chrissy blushed as her audience surveyed her attire. She gave a half hearted curtsey. Steve stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Cheryl. Chrissy could see what was about to happen and said hey! You two can make goo goo eyes at each other later. Right now we have other things to attend to.

Master David heard the alarm sound as the panel to his underground lair opened. He shut the alarm down and removed the optic cables at the base of his neck. It was do or die time. He hadn't stood for days and it felt good when he did. He walked to the panel that led to the theatre. He was certain someone would be there to greet him but no-one was there when the door opened. He looked around the room and to his surprise Jillian and Tabby were right where he left them. Apparently all was not lost yet. He pushed his mind upwards and found the unseen visitor. Marcie, what a fine name that is. He pushed against her mind. She gave a little. He pushed harder. She gave a little more. He pushed again and this time she gave way and he was in. Staring a very pissed looking Cheryl straight in the eye. 

Cheryl felt confident her plan would work. The others weren't so sure. But she talked them into it and when she felt the first push on her mind she let it push again. Giving a little more each time. The third time though she let the bastard through. She found herself face to face with the enemy for the very first time. She hesitated and Master David used that moment to bind her thoughts to his will. Steve wasted no time while Master David focused on Cheryl. He planted the seed and backed off. 

Chrissy found the fucking machines in Master David's mind and shut them down. Tabatha! Get your ass moving and get Jillian on your way out. 

Chrissy? What's going on?

Just do as your told for now. It's payback time.

Cheryl felt herself falling. But there seemed nowhere to fall to. Master Dave was smiling in the back of her mind. When Cheryl hit bottom and cried out in pain, Master David knew that he had her. She would be a problem no more. He retreated back to the control room and the door slid shut.

Jillian knew something had changed. The machines were silent. She peeked over the wall.

Tabby! I mean Tabatha! I mean thank God you're here.

Time to go honey, Cheryl needs us now. 

Cheryl was seriously not in a good place. The platform she created to stop her fall took her breath away. Master David stood at its edge. David was stronger than she thought. She crawled to the Master. She popped the button on his pants and pulled the zipper down. Looking up into his eyes she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his pants and boxers and pulled them down. The one eyed monster with the purple head appeared before her eyes. She took the base of his cock in her hand and licked her lips. She'd waited so long for this day and now it was here. She took his cock into her mouth and moaned as she did. 

Jillian and Tabatha emerged from the underground theatre. Jillian looking confused and Tabatha with a look of vengeance in her eye. Chrissy ran over to them and took them in her arms and guided them to where Steve and Marcie stood in front of a crumpled Cheryl. Tabatha looked at Steve and pushed him aside. She knelt beside her sister and saw the anguish in her mind. 

Brooke was busy, she was up in the old control room looking through files on the computer for anything they could use to snare and capture Master David. Steve had planted a seed that was growing even as she looked but they would need more than just the little time out the master would experience. He was stronger than they expected but they had him outnumbered. She was sure there had to be something here that would work to they're advantage. Giving him Cheryl to keep him occupied hadn't been her first choice but Steve had guaranteed he would let no harm come to her. 

Tabatha looked over her shoulder and up at Steve. 

You gave her to him?

No, she went to him willingly.

How could you let her do that!

Steve never got to answer that question when a shot rang out and a bullet pierced his left shoulder. He fell in pain not far from where Cheryl lay. Tabatha turned to find two clones with automatic rifles running their way. Jillian retreated back into the underground theatre. Marcie dropped to one knee and a moment later a bullet left her lying face down on the ground. As Tabatha watched in horror her mind was busy doing something else. The clones stopped dead in their tracks. Each placed their rifle in the others mouth and pulled the triggers at the same time. 

When the second shot rang out Jillian was done. She needed Johnny and she needed him now. She huddled down in a corner of the theatre and waited for the men to come and take her. Her mind receded till there was nothing left 

Master David heard the shots in the real world. Fuck! He thought. Cheryl heard them too and tried to focus on his mind. Oh no you don't bitch and came in her mouth. Cheryl didn't swallow the mess though. She let it run out of her mouth and dribble down her chin. A moment later a flash bang went off in his mind and then there was nothing. Cheryl imagined the shackles and just like that they were in place. Your turn Steve she thought, but Steve wasn't there. In fact no one was there. Now what? She brought Master David's arms and legs together behind his back and fed the chains through the D-links and brought the chains to the ceiling leaving him hog tied facing the floor. Steve!!!! Now!!!!

Steve was in pretty bad shape. The bullet went right through and Tabatha was trying to stop the bleeding when in her mind she heard Cheryl scream Now!! Now what? 

Tabatha! We don't have much time.....Wrap his mind!

Wrap it in what?

Mirrors!!!!!

Who's mind?

Master David's.....OH SHIT!

The light was clearing from Master David's mind as Tabatha found him. She could feel Cheryl there too. She quickly wrapped his mind in mirrors and left. Nothing happened. 

Cheryl?

Nothing.

Cheryl new at once that she was in there with Master David. Not good! In the real world she knew he was hog tied to the ceiling and couldn't move but here it was a different story. She had to hide before he became fully aware of what happened to him. He still didn't know the full extent of her abilities but that may soon change. She still had the advantage for now. That should work, she wrapped her lips around his dick and began sucking like nothing had happened. I'll hide right in front of his nose (or dick) as the case may be. 

Tabatha new she'd fucked up right away. She could find her sister and Master David but neither responded. If she let Cheryl out she also let Master David out too. Not an option. Marcie groaned off in the distance. Shit! Marcie! Fuck I need some help over here! Brooke!

Brooke had finally found what she was looking for. A way into Master David's mind through the computer. The late Dani had done well in redeeming herself. There was an in and an out port at the base of Master David's neck that would interface with any computer. Just need the password and we can take that fucker down. She had just started looking through files again to find something they all had in common when her mind felt Tabatha screaming for help. She ran out of the control room, down the stairs and through the kitchen to the backyard where she found Tabatha kneeling next to Steve. Steve's eyes were closed and Tabatha seemed to be applying pressure to his shoulder. 




The Playpen Ch. 08-11



Chapter Eight

 They say there is always an explosion just before all hell breaks loose. And hell was moments away from rising up from the depths and walking through the lives of the living. In a short time Cheryl had become stronger than Master David and he would soon bend to her will but what about the others? Vengeance would cloud their thoughts and keep them from seeing clearly the big picture. Could she count on Brooke's education to keep the others in line? She wasn't sure as Brooke herself had her own skeleton in the closet that she dared not look at. Steve would be her best bet at keeping the insanity reined in and she needed to talk to him now. She reached her mind out and found him carrying the unconscious Brooke upstairs to the old control room. She waited until Brooke was safely laid on the couch.

Steve....

That you Cheryl? We've been worried about you. You OK? What about Master David? 

Easy there big guy, Yes, it's me and I'm fine for now, little Davey is quite busy right now fighting a never ending battle with mirrors, he breaks them and more appear. He can't get out until I will it. You are all safe for now but Marcie will need to be dealt with.

Marcie? What's up with Marcie?

She is little Davey's sister. He did something to her mind so he could see through her eyes. I can feel the real Marcie waking up. She will of course take his side so you will need to keep an eye on her.

Why not just lock her in a closet?

No, let her hand play out, just wing it. She will try to free her brothers body first and that will be our ticket into his underground lair. Brooke has found a way to lock him up for good, that's what she was going to talk to you about. But if she moves too soon with her plan it will backfire on us. 

How do I know I can trust you Cheryl? You conspired with Brooke once to silence me. How do I know you won't play that game again?

Because I love you Steve.

And that's just supposed to solve everything right, like nothing ever happened? You abandoned me when I needed you most and now you claim your love for me. When it suits your needs? 

Steve, I know you're angry, but you have to get past that for now and blindly put your faith in me. We can do this later after the Master has been dealt with. Right now though I need to get back to my body. I can see through Tabatha's mirrors but I can't get out. Please, go downstairs and tell her it's ok to drop the wall.

Cheryl, how do I know this is really you. You're asking a lot of me and quite frankly I'm not so sure I can do as you ask. I need something I can feel so I know the truth of what you're saying. I won't be fooled again.

 Cheryl didn't want to do this, not when she was so close to putting an end to all they had endured. She wasn't even sure she could do this but she had to try. She focused all her energy on Steve's mind and merged with it. She was him. He was her. They were one in the same. 

 Steve felt a warmth he'd never felt before. He was suddenly looking out from two sets of eyes. Neither belonged to him yet they both did. He could see Cheryl's soul and touch it. But was it hers or his soul he was touching. It was both and it wasn't. It was one and yet separate. He could feel her like never before. It was her. It was him. Then it was gone.

Cheryl?

Yes Steve.

That was scary, don't ever do that again.

So will you help me now?

Of course, on one condition though.

Just name it.

We get to have a long overdue chat when this is over. 

Done.

 When Steve descended the stairs he announced that Brooke would be ok. He walked straight over to Tabatha and pulled her aside. 

Your sister wants to come home. 

Huh?

Drop your mirrors, Cheryl is coming back. 

Not on your life, that bastard will get loose.

Cheryl has him busy, he's not going anywhere. 

And how would you know that?

Just know that I do.

Not good enough.

Tabatha!

Cheryl?

Yes it's me, it's time to get this party started.

What about little Davey?

He's busy.

No, No, No, No, No. I can't...I...I...won't!

 Marcie watched as Steve took Tabatha aside. Whatever Steve said to her she was very upset by it. The first explosion went off in Marcie's head like an atom bomb. The second rather subdued bomb brought her to her senses and once again she was thinking freely. Her brother needed her help. She walked straight over to the cabinet on the other side of the room and extracted the .45 caliber pistol and in one sweeping movement lined the sight up on Tabatha. She pulled the trigger.

 At first Tabatha thought someone had hit her. At first that was all she could think until the burning in her stomach told her otherwise. A second shot rang out, the bullet hitting her square in the chest and knocking her off her feet. Steve turned to find the gun leveled at his head, it's owner making it clear he could quite possibly be next. He raised his hands in submission. 

   Chrissy and Jillian ran for cover at the sound of the first shot. Both were confused by what Marcie had just done. Steve was not at all confused and began to walk between Marcie and Cheryl's sleeping form, hands raised. Cheryl looked on in horror as her sister fell to the floor in a pool of blood. She felt Tabatha touch her mind briefly and was gone. But so was the wall of mirrors. She felt herself drawn back to the confines of her body and a moment later her eyes blinked open. Chrissy and Jillian moved to stand beside Steve to help block Marcie's view of Cheryl. 

 Looking into Marcie's eyes, Steve could only see the cold steel blue gaze of a lost soul, a madwoman seeking revenge in the most frightful way she could. The Marcie they once knew was gone, replaced by this demon spawned in hell. Master David had outsmarted them all, the game was over and they had lost the final battle. Cheryl's sister Tabatha was dead. The big question was who would be next. 

 Cheryl was in a state of shock at first. She was back but in the process she felt her sister slip away. Tabatha? Are you there? Tabby!  

 Marcie was pissed, for one thing her brother had left her to watch over these pathetic creatures against her will. Watch their pitiful attempts to bring closure to something none of them had asked for. His twisted mind had failed to see what she knew all along. The experimental drug he had used in the beginning to pry into the minds of the others would have the same effect it had on her and himself. And the others had mounted a quite successful psychological counter attack just as she predicted. Now she would have to undo everything her brothers sick twisted mind had not foreseen. Her biggest problem was gone, Tabatha was no more. Too bad the poor girl never got the chance to see her true potential. Chrissy and Jillian were both weak personalities created by David but still they posed a low level threat. Steve, the original had proved to be stubborn and most unpredictable but he was surely the most rational of them all. Johnny, she was unsure of. He would pop his head up from time to time but never seemed to be around when Jillian ran for cover. This worried her. Not as much as Cheryl did right now though. She could feel that she was back in her body now. She was physical again and that may work to her advantage. She would need a chance to talk to Cheryl one on one. Brooke, posed a deadly threat. She possessed a genuine hatred towards men in general. She would need to know more about that hate and why she seemed to posses the ability to see into the minds of the others. Brooke was never exposed to the drug! 

 Brooke began to stir on the couch upstairs in the old control room. Something felt different but right and at the same time unnatural and wrong. She was walking down a deserted street in San Francisco, there was blood on her hands. The blood of her enemies who lost their final battle to her will. A will so powerful and so unexpected she had no control of the evil it wrought. She pushed it back, pushed it to the deepest reaches of her mind to lay dormant and never to be touched again. Her eyes fluttered open, but they weren't the same eyes that just a few minutes ago had taken a spill on the stairs. These eyes held no compassion or lust for life. They held nothing the former Brooke believed to be true and good. They possessed and encompassed a pain long forgotten. Fire and brimstone, pain feeding on memories of long ago. Pain lost and found again. Pain so overwhelming it shattered her mind and touched that which lay dormant for so many years. She stood, walked to the computer and began to type. An evil grin appeared on her face as she hit enter for what would be the last time.

 Cheryl felt what Brooke had done but had no time to think about it. The Ranch House faded for a moment and then was real again. Cheryl pounced on Marcie's mind and began her assault. Marcie was unprepared and did exactly as Cheryl thought she would. She put up her hands to block the assault letting go of the gun. It dropped to the floor and went off just as Brooke was coming down the stairs. Brooke felt the bullet sear her side just below her ribcage. She continued down the stairs. Marcie's mind was being assaulted from two sides now and Brooke and Cheryl were relentless. They filled her mind with images, took her places she could have never imagined. She was so busy fighting off the onslaught that she never saw Steve coming. He drove her hard into the wall that was unforgiving. The Ranch House flickered again and was gone. 

 Cheryl immediately backed off Marcie's mind but Brooke was still relentlessly bombarding her with thoughts not her own. Marcie was broken for now. A pitiful mess to be sure but Brooke was still taking her down to a level she hadn't known possible. 

Brooke, you have to stop. It's over.

Not over till she knows my pain.

She knows, let it be.

No! She will suffer as I have. She will know true pain!

Don't make me do this Brooke.

 Brooke felt a slight pressure on her mind. Cheryl was indeed strong. Maybe even stronger than she was. And then Cheryl was pushed aside and she was staring Steve straight in the mind's eye. He was doing something but what it was she wasn't sure. Suddenly she felt tired. The day had taken its toll and wouldn't it be nice to just sleep for a while. Brooke dropped to one knee, then two, sleep took her a moment later. 

I've never seen Brooke like that said Cheryl.

Just give her some time said Steve.

That was scary, how could she know how to do that?

Not important right now. The house is though.

What happened to it?

Something Brooke did with the computer I think. Not sure it was ever really real.

How could that be?

Steve looked around. Just look at what's left. 

Cheryl looked around, Chrissy and Jillian standing hand in hand looking on in awe, Master David bound and hog tied in mid air and a little box floating and rotating to the left of him. Then there was Tabatha. Laying in what was now dirt, unmoving but obviously still bleeding. Steve! She's still alive god damn it! 

 Steve moved with more purpose than he'd ever known. Kneeling next to Tabatha he placed both hands on her wounds. Concentrating with all his might he tried what Tabatha had done for him. It wasn't working though. Try as he might it was just no use. It was like Tabatha had given up and didn't want to come back. 

 After Tabatha was shot, she didn't know she was losing a battle for life. She didn't even know she was fighting for anything. It all happened so fast and she was so looking forward to the peace that had eluded her life to this point. Finally there would be peace. Nothing to worry about, no shame over what she'd become and how easily it had been done to her by a mad man. What was his name? But something was nagging at her despite her new found peace. Something important she shouldn't ignore. Something her sister told her she should never forget. Live to Love and Love to Live she would always say, despite all odds. She wanted to live but that was turning into something so hard to do. It would be so much easier to just walk away. Please don't bring me back.

 Steve knew he had her. At least that last thought made it seem that way. You're not going anywhere Tabby!

Don't ever call me Tabby you fuckhead! I'd rather die than have someone call me that. Steve's mind filled with expletives. Hey Steve, I think she's coming back, said Cheryl. You may want to take your hand off her tit. 

 Her eyes still closed Tabatha said, " Ya, after all, we hardly know each other in a wisp of a voice. If the room were still there it would have been filled with laughter. Tabatha opened her eyes. They looked confused at first. But then that precious little smile of hers took her face. Cheryl pushed Steve aside and embraced her sister. Welcome back little girl. We missed you. Inside Cheryl was dying at the near loss of her once brother, now sister.

 But there just wasn't time to be thinking about things like that right now. This whole Master David thing had to stop right here and right now. Tabatha looked over to Jillian and Chrissy and wasn't just seeing their fear she could feel it. But Marcie was waking up and she would need to be dealt with quickly before she could cause any more trouble. 

 Marcie, tell me your secrets now or forever know the torment of your own mind. Marcie looked over towards Tabatha. How could this be? She should be dead. But Tabatha's thoughts still invaded her head. Marcie could feel Tabatha pushing her own thoughts aside looking for the truth. A truth she could not look at, a truth so horrid she would never look there again. But Tabatha would find her secret sooner or later and when she did there would be no going back. All would be lost. She had after all been the first. Her brother David was an evil man. Hell, he wasn't even her brother. He was her, she was him. It was complicated but it wasn't her fault and for the first time in her sorry life she wanted to be free of the whole thing. This could be the chance she was looking for but if she failed. What would David do next? Somehow Cheryl had locked him into his own hell. Was she on the wrong side? She stepped aside and let Tabatha in.

Cheryl! I'm in! You coming along?

No sis, I should keep an eye on Brooke with Steve. Chrissy and Jillian seem distant. I'm worried about them. Something is wrong.

Got cha. Back in a few.

 One thing was for sure. Whatever Marcie was hiding was big. It would be a game changer. Knowledge that would end it all but could never put things back as they once had been. Tabatha knew now what she should have known all along. She was the key. Not the beginning or the end but something in between destined to put things, as close as they could be, back to right. She would have to be careful though. Marcie was clever despite David's control of her. And that control was very apparent and arrogant as she entered Marcie's mind. 

Marcie you know this is over right?

This will never be over bitch.

Ah but that is where you are wrong. Everything comes to an end sooner or later.

Not with David, there is always an escape hatch.

I can see him now. He is fighting. Not looking for a way out. He's confused by what's been done to him. He doesn't understand and never will.

I'm afraid of what he can do.

Your fear only fuels his needs. You know that don't you?

Please don't take my secret Tabatha, please let it be.

Your secret is already mine.

Buh Buh But how can you know?

You were born Mathew were you not?

No! Oh please don't do this!

You have to go there, you were born Mathew and David took that away.

He said it would be better this way.

He said it would be better? Well is it! Better? Or just better for him.

He's just....He's just....I'm just....I'm just.

Your just another fucking pawn in his sick perverted game. Is that what your trying to say?

No! Well yes! No!

Do you want to be free of him?

I....I....I....I

I won't push you to something you can't do. I can feel your pain though. It hurts and it bleeds even now. Let me know your pain Mathew.

No! No! no. no.....no

That's it girlfriend, let me have it all.

But look what he did to me!

Mathew?

 They say that time has a way of healing things. Marcie had a long way to go to find what she'd lost but so do the rest of us. At least she was looking at things from a different perspective now. It turned out that Marcie had been David's first unwilling subject. Not too surprising if you think about it. His own brother twisted and tormented into something he wasn't. And somehow the rest of us had followed that same path. But it was crunch time now. Master David, Little Davey would meet his subjects and feel their wrath. We would take his life in a way most fitting the circumstances he created. And we would take his life. Just as he had taken ours. 

Chapter Nine

 For the first time in his life, Master David had no idea what was going on in the real world. His anger at knowing that only pushed him further away from the way out. His anger was born of the need to control. Something his pitiful life had never known. He knew a storm was closing in on him. Something frightful was coming. Something he would have to face. Something so unimaginable even his mind could not imagine it. He shattered the next mirror in line and then there were no more. All was silent until he felt Mathew push on his mind. 

David?

Yes Master it's me.

Why are you here.

You brought me to this bad place. 

I bound your mind, you shouldn't be here.

Ah but I am, tell me Master, does that worry you?

I worry about nothing. Who let you out of your cage?

Tabatha let me out.

Bitch! She will pay dearly for this.

I want to play little davey.

You will never call me that again!

Call you what? Little Davey? You should turn around Little Davey.

My, my, my, bold are you not?

I just thought that maybe you would like to turn around and meet your makers.

 The image of Mathew faded and so did his mind. David looked behind him to see the image of Chrissy. She was so pretty and vulnerable. He could just fuck her right here and now but she faded into nothing too. Oh for Christ sake someone was sucking on his cock now. Mathew? Mathew looked up at the sound of his name. Then he was gone. Jillian appeared with the most evil smile he had ever seen. She climbed up on the fucking machine and gave a little wink before reaching below to start the dildo's seesawing in and out of her pussy and ass. She gave a little OH of surprise and a third intruder entered her mouth. There was movement to the left of him, it was Chrissy. A much younger version of the girl but it was Chrissy. She was crawling on her hands and knees and naked except for the big poofy diaper wrapped around her waist. He heard a door open and a happy whistling Steve walked in followed by Cheryl. Cheryl walked over to Jillian, patted her ass once and turned up the machines fucking her and smiled the most wicked smile, and Steve headed over to play with Chrissy. But it wasn't child's play he was looking for. Steve dropped his pants and Chrissy doing what any child would do put something in her mouth. Steve's dick. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Tabtha pointing at something. She was pointing at his body which was still hanging in mid air. Brooke walked over and plugged the optic cables into the base of his neck. Oh fuck! He felt that.

  Master David couldn't believe his luck, the fools had plugged him back into his computer. But the elation was short lived as the computer set about its new task. Suddenly he was back in his body and the House reappeared but the wall between the computer room and the theatre wasn't there. He could feel his muscles cry in pain as he tried to access the House Security and failed. The computer sounded in his head, "Access denied, searching for new command protocols, downloading Brooke 1A,2B,6C, download complete". For the first time in his life, Master David knew fear. Brooke had hacked into his computer and set up new protocols. He willed his mind away from his body but something held him there firmly. The computer sounded again.