Diplomatic Immunity, Part Two

Chapter Two-3

It was, truly, quite an enterprise and growing rapidly while word of his equipment and the processes he employed to restrain and discipline wayward females spread across the Middle Eastern world and beyond. A woman’s life here was not an easy one and the penalties for not following the strict regulations and decrees that govern them, are, in my mind, justifiably harsh.

However, I had other things to attend to, and so returned to my desk, thinking no more for the moment of either the young man, or of my former daughter. She was but a female being punished.

Kelly

I awoke in a cell that was subtly different from the one I’d been kept in before, then spent long moments laying in misery and terror, trying to get used to my incredible situation.

Good God! What had I gotten myself into? I tried to remember all he’d said to me; but much was lost in a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Breasts? I didn’t want breasts of any kind other than the male ones I had! And what was this stuff about being a test subject?

Jesus Christ!

I was virtually helpless, chained as I was, but at last another guard returned to my cell and dragged me to my feet, while I gagged against the snug, choking collar. He pulled me over to a set of dangling chains, but even though still suffering the after effects of the gas they’d used to anaesthetize me, I struggled as much as I could to get away from him. He was a huge, strong, agile man and easily manoeuvred me into position between two dangling lengths.

“Stand still, dog!” he snarled, reaching for one of the chains while keeping me on my feet with his grip on the one to the back of my collar. I stood there miserably with my back to him then felt the click of a lock when the chain was connected. A second later another click came and he released me to stand on tip-toe, trying to keep from being choked by the chains that led out in a V from the back of my neck.

“Now, you learn of the punishment you will suffer for not doing as told!” he snarled.

I heard a zing of air being cut and a laser line of fire traced across my buttocks! Immediately, I tried to jerk my hands free of the waist chain, desperate to rub away the agony; but another stroke of the quirt striped my backside and I howled unashamedly into the gag, attempting to dance away from him, still struggling to move my hands protectively over my buttocks. I took only one step before I was hanging in mid-air by the V’d chains to my collar, my hands remaining securely fastened and useless over my hips. There was no escape! I danced and wailed to the whip’s song until he’d administered a full dozen blows and by the end I was sobbing with misery and pain.

“That what you get if you not obey all commands,” he said without expression, releasing the locks that had held me dangling at the inverted apex of the chains from the ceiling.

I collapsed to the floor, still writhing against my restraints while he calmly and without looking back, climbed the ladder and sealed the cell. “Oh s**t! What was I going to do? How was I going to get out of here?” I asked myself over and over again. The answer was ... nothing! I’d never be able to escape the way I was chained and the manner I was imprisoned in this cell.

Eventually, I crawled to the thin mat and just lay staring at the ceiling three metres above. Time crawled past with mind-numbing boredom; but at last another guard returned with a bag of food and one of water, as well as a carton of books. When the ceiling panel began to be raised, I scurried to the corner and knelt facing into it, for I had no desire for a repeat of the whipping. A moment later his hairy hand reached around and screwed the hose onto the front of the gag and he began squeezing the food into me. I absorbed it all then he connected the water bag and hung it on the wall, adjusting the flow rate to a minute trickle. The carton of books was deposited beside my sleeping mat and he left. Alone once more, I crawled to the box and awkwardly took out a book, set it on the floor, and began reading for I had nothing else to do. The process was a hard one to master, for I had to almost lay on my side to turn the pages with one hand, then sit up and try to read. The books were, without exception, thick tomes on philosophy and religion, with dense, hard to read prose, but at least I had something to pass the time.

When I felt sleepy, I moved back to the mat, then lay down and tried to rest, but it was very difficult, for the bright lights were never turned off. I lost all track of time and soon came to desperately crave the appearance of another human being, even if it was only the guard and his bags of hormone-laced food. I don’t know when I first noticed, for much time had passed, that now when I stood and walked for exercise around my self-imposed circuit, my chest began to feel strangely heavy and swollen with fluid-filled additional tissue. In consternation I could see in my lower peripheral vision that there was a substantial swelling around my n*****s and the wide circles of flesh surrounding them. Oh God! It had already started! Like an i***t, I shook myself, and felt the small, mounded humps oscillate in their own orbits, dragging at my chest’s muscles and skin! Next, I walked to the wall and pressed my body against it in a forlorn hope of squashing the things back whence they had come, but as soon as my newly sensitive n*****s touched the cool concrete, I felt a strange zing and shudder course like an electric current through my body, and got an instant, strong erection!

My hands struggled instinctively against their chains to grasp my p***s and stroke it in an attempt to alleviate the engorged sensation, but fastened as they were, I could get them nowhere near my flagstaff of demanding maleness. I writhed wildly, desperate to relieve my need; but nothing I did eased the building pressure. At last, nearly in tears, and those now seemed to come more and more frequently while the endless time passed, I staggered back to the mattress and lay down, twisting and moaning with unfulfilled need until finally I sinking into disturbed sleep. Sometime during the times I slept, orgasmic explosions shook my body and the sperm jetted from me in throbbing spurts while I howled against the throat tube and gag. Sleep returned rapidly after that.

My change progressed with extraordinary rapidity and over the following weeks I developed a pair of distinctly female, B cup sized breasts with large, dark n*****s that seemed to grow erect at the same time as I did below! When I moved or walked, they joggled embarrassingly and vulnerably on my chest and I blushed furiously every time the guard came with my food, trying to hide myself from him by hunching my shoulders. He grinned nastily each time I was fed, but never touched me; instead, just staring down at my rapidly ballooning breasts. During this period I was in a state of constant arousal and erection but completely unable to alleviate the pressure except by the spontaneous orgasms. I no longer tried to rub against the walls, for even as smooth surfaced as they were, the sensations from my newly enlarged and sensitive n*****s was just too much to bear. Time continued to crawl by and my breasts swelled to a DD cup size, and to me, felt like a pair of huge, sensitive, grapefruits bobbling embarrassingly on my chest.

I could no longer roll onto my stomach without becoming distinctly uncomfortable and it was downright painful after a while when my breasts were compressed, so I slept on my back, constantly aware of the shifting weight of the firm, mounded flesh with every breath I took. No matter how I tried to ignore them, I had become a slave to their presence and sensations.

It was at this point that the doctor paid me his next visit.