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His gaze is blank, and in his hands I spot something. A…needle.
I frown, but before I know it, he's on me, the needle pricking my neck and injecting a strange substance in my body.
Even as I struggle, I'm no match for his strength. Especially since whatever he injected me with makes me drowsy, my previous strength all but gone.
His hand on my nape, he drags me to a bathroom in the corner, shoving me to the ground when he reaches the shower stall. I don't get to protest as I feel a jet of water all over me.
My mind clamors at me, disorientation and confusion swimming inside my brain as I wildly move my arms around to avoid the direct hit of the water jet.
"Clean yourself," the man yells at me, throwing some liquid soap my way. A few drops hit my eyes, and I squeeze them shut in an attempt to get rid of the sting.
It goes on and on.
The water isn't cleansing my skin. It's bruising, scalding and raking at my skin until all I want is to peel the top layer off—anything to stop feeling like this.
Then, like it never happened, it's over.
I blink as I realize the scene shifted again.
I'm no longer in the bathroom—no longer being tortured with that scorching hot water and the demeaning way in which it sought tocleanme.
No, this time I'm already dressed. Still drowsy, but I'm more covered.
Yet as I look down to take myself in, I wish I'd never done that…
A red dress that flows down my body, the garment clearly meant for a woman. Yet here it is. Onme.
But more than that there's a discomfort that has nothing to do with the feminine outfit. Slowly moving my still caged hands, I lift the skirt up, peering down at theunderwearbiting into my skin…
I blink, thinking my eyes are playing tricks on me.
A black, leather-like contraption hides and almost flattens my entire front. The discomfort is coming from having my genitals squished together to give the illusion that there is nothing there. And as I move, more pain flares from my dick and balls.
Yet that's not the worst.
Moving the heavy material of the dress to the side, I note that the leather acts like a belt, but as I turn, I note that the back is unlike the front. Only a thin string extends between my ass cheeks, connecting to the front between my legs as the material starts thickening again.
Panic flares inside of me, even more confusion accumulating in my mind.
Is this a dream? A nightmare?
My movements are so sluggish, my thoughts even more so as I barely realize what's happening, or where I am.
A man clears his throat, and I drop the skirt to the ground, slowly turning to see who it is.
"Who…" My mouth is dry, my tongue clicking against my top row of teeth as I try to get some words out.
I know I'm capable of language, yet at this moment even incoherent sounds seem beyond my reach.
"You did well, Gustav," the man continues, coming around to examine me. "The resemblance is astounding, is it not?"
Resemblance? What resemblance?
"His shoulders are too broad, but I guess I can overlook that," he mumbles to himself before he stops right in front of me, his fingers tipping my chin up.
"But the eyes and the lips. Yes, marvelous!"
"Everything is as you asked, sir. He's been thoroughly prepared for your enjoyment."
