Chapter 3
After four weeks of training Alice was sent to the doctor to have her voice and
face fixed. Wearing only her seven-inch heels and her corset, she was put into a
straightjacket, which was left open at the crotch. No explanation was offered as
she was forced to drink a lot of fluids and a diaper was put on her before the
crotch strap of the straightjacket was tightened. The she was gagged with a
huge, black ball-gag and a tight, black leather hood was drawn over her face,
sealing her in darkness and silence. Her legs were strapped together and she was
dumped into a wooden crate filled with pellets made of some foam-like material.
More pellets were filled into the crate before the lid was nailed shut,
compressing the pellets so much she had trouble moving, thus trapping her
inside. There were air holes in the box, but Alice didn't know this and started
to panic. After an indeterminate period of thrashing and screaming she finally
exhausted herself and fell asleep, having horrible nightmares about suffocating.
How long she stayed in the box she didn't know, but she was very, very thirsty
when she was pulled out. She was exhausted from the trip, her body covered in
sweat and her diaper was filled with urine and shit. The long stay in the box
had also given her a terrible diaper rash, but this was the least of her
concerns as her hood and gag was removed and she was given something to drink.
She thankfully drank the tepid water before daring to open her eyes against the
blinding light.
Looking down on her was a man in doctor's whites and two very sexy, if also
quite grotesque looking, nurses. The doctor looked quite normal, but the nurses
were freaks with huge tits, overly full lips, wearing a ridiculously sexy rubber
uniforms. The way in which they looked at the doctor made Alice think that they
were slaves rather than nurses. The doctor ordered the nurses to pick up Alice
and secure her to an examination table. They instantly complied and soon Alice
was stripped down to her high heels, strapped to the table, her legs held spread
far apart as if for a gynecological examination. The doctor hardly looked at her
face as he began examining her ass. Only it wasn't really an examination. It was
more like a bit of cruel sport for the doctor. Before long he had his whole hand
inside her ass, pushing it ever further in, until Alice thought that she would
burst. He seemed to enjoy her screaming and pleading a great deal and continued
fisting her for a long time. Then he turned his attention to her member, which
he freed from its prison. In her state of perpetual arousal her cock instantly
sprang to life. The doctor took one look at it and declared: "Disgusting, little
faggot." Then he grabbed Alice's balls in one hand and squeezed them viciously
while twisting them. Once the initial shock was over Alice screamed her head
off. Then miraculously the doctor seemed to loose interest in her, saying to the
nurses: "Standard sissification. Prepare her for surgery and call me when she's
ready." The nurses curtsied and said: "Yes doctor. Instantly doctor." He
grumbled something in reply and left. One of the nurses produced a syringe
filled with some clear liquid, which she injected Alice with. Then everything
went dark.
When she awoke Alice wasn't in any particular pain. As she gradually regained
consciousness, she could feel that her face, hands and feet were bandaged and
that she was secured to the bed. It turned out that the sheet was holding her
securely to the bed. So securely that she could hardly wriggle. Her ass was
filled with something, which turned out to be a tube for forced enemas and her
penis had a catheter inserted into it to collect urine.
Not long after she woke up, a nurse came to examine her. After the examination
she spoon-fed Alice gruel of some kind before leaving her. Alice lay like that
for a long time before the doctor turned up assisted by two nurses. He conducted
a more thorough examination of her, after which she was again tied down with the
sheet.
Alice spent the next two weeks tied down like that. Three times a day a nurse
fed her and twice a day the tubes in her ass and cock stirred, emptying out her
urine and administering painful and humiliating enemas. Alice was bored out of
her mind, but couldn't really do anything about it as she was not only tied
down, but also her voice was not functioning. Something paralyzed her vocal
cords and she could feel some kind of bandage around her neck. She accepted
things as they were without questioning and lay quietly back. Again this brought
home just how obedient and docile she had become and Alice cried a little over
her lost freedom. It seemed like ages since she had been free and she found that
she was having trouble remembering the person she had once been. Pete seemed
like a distant memory of someone else.
After two weeks tied to the bed it was time for the next step in Alice's
transformation process. The bandages on her face, neck, hands and feet were
removed and while Alice marveled at how tiny her hands and feet had become (her
feet had shrunk at least three sizes) one of the nurses brought over a mirror.
Looking at her reflection Alice was completely amazed to see that there were now
no traces of her formerly masculine self, not even her Adams apple. When the
doctor commanded her to say her name, she was even more amazed. The word "Alice"
came out of her mouth in a very light soprano, a voice so soft and feminine that
Alice reeled from hearing it. Her new voice was still untrained and unfamiliar,
but you could clearly hear that there were no masculine qualities left in it.
Alice was now dressed in a uniform for the rest of her stay at the clinic. The
uniform consisted of a full-body suit made from white rubber. Only her face and
her crotch were uncovered. Her cock was once again restrained in the usual
pouch; balled up painfully tight, her waist was once again constricted by a
rigid, white corset. Her arms were tied with a white, leather armbinder and on
her feet were put white high-heeled shoes, with ten-inch heels and three-inch
platforms. Alice teetered precariously in them, desperately trying to keep her
balance. She was collared with a broad, white leather collar and led out of the
room by one of the nurses who followed the doctor's lead. She was led into
another room, equipped like a dentist's office. It soon turned out that was
exactly what it was. Alice was placed in the chair and strapped in. The chair
was special in that there was room for her tied up arms, a depression in the
back of the chair. Lying on them was still not comfortable, but at least her
position in the chair was more stable than it would have been otherwise. Her
head was also strapped in and as a light was shone in her face, she was ordered
to open her mouth. The doctor promptly inserted a speculum holding her mouth
open. Then, humming softly to himself, he picked up what looked like a
sophisticated pair of pliers and closed its jaws around one of her front teeth.
When Alice realized what was about to happen she squealed with terror, but this
only broadened the doctor's smile as he pulled the tooth out. It was only the
beginning. The pain was awful for Alice, but the realization that she was about
to have all her teeth removed was even worse. She tried pleading and begging,
but only pitiful gurgles came out. Her head was held too tightly for her to move
it, and the speculum prevented her from biting down. There was nothing she could
do as the humming sadist pulled her teeth out. In the end she was reduced to a
sobbing, broken, toothless wreck. Then her mouth was cleaned and she was led off
to a tiny cell where she was chained to the wall and allowed to rest for the
night.
The next morning a nurse came to feed her and lead her to a small room where and
elderly slave-nurse began teaching her how to use her new voice. The slave had a
nametag on her tight, white rubber uniform reading: "Miss Cunningham". As the
lesson began, Alice began crying when she heard that she had acquired a strong
lisp as a result of her teeth being removed. Now Alice had been tied to a stool,
a large, metal dildo in her ass and Miss Cunningham used electric shocks through
this dildo to refocus the attention of her student. Given this incentive Alice
had no alternative but to follow orders and soon she was practicing her new
voice.
The lesson was not all that hard, it just required a little care in enunciating
the words and Alice actually found herself enjoying the lesson a little. It was
nice talking to someone again, even if it was just repeating what Miss
Cunningham said. After a couple of hours she was collected by a nurse and once
again led into the room where her teeth had been removed. Alice began to cry
when she was strapped into the chair again, but this time it turned out that she
had little to fear. She was just being fitted with a new set of dentures. The
dentures were, however, a little special in that they were made from very soft
and pliable rubber. They were completely useless for eating and chewing, but
they provided the illusion that she was not toothless, preventing her lips from
acquiring that special, sunken look. They also improved her speech, almost
eliminating her lisp.
When the dentures had been fitted, she was led to her cell, chained to the wall,
fed and left for the night. For once Alice was left alone while relatively fresh
and she now noticed something she hadn't before. Her tits had grown considerably
in the two weeks she had been at the clinic and were now about a 34D. She
guessed that the reason she hadn't noticed this while lying tied to the bed, was
because of the sheet pressing them down. She was now almost fully feminine; the
only trace of her masculinity her imprisoned member.
The rest of her stay at the clinic was relatively uneventful and consisted
mostly of lessons in using her new voice. After a week of this Alice was dressed
in the "clothes" she had arrived in: corset, straightjacket, ball-gag and hood.
Only her shoes were changed, since she had now shed several shoe sizes. Wearing
her new seven-inch heels Alice actually had some difficulty maintaining her
balance, as her feet were now tiny. As when she had been sent to the clinic, she
was forced to drink a lot of fluids, diapered and sealed inside a wooden crate.
When the crate was opened and her hood removed Mistress Angela was the one
giving her water before leading her into the dungeon. Here Alice was once again
placed in the cage and allowed to rest.
The next day her training resumed. The training now encompassed all the aspects
of proper slave behavior. She was schooled not only in sex and properly feminine
behavior, but also applying make-up, dressing properly, correct slave behavior
and keeping a proper house. The training was brutal and every night she
collapsed in her tiny cage, completely exhausted. Alice was now tied up a lot
less as she had accepted her status as slave. Mistress Angela tested her a few
times, but Alice had lost all hope and interest in escape and she always tried
her very best to perform the orders given to her. Alice had accepted the fact
that she was an inferior being and that everyone else was better than her. This
meant that everyone else had the right to do with her as they pleased and that
Alice should only be thankful for this. It meant giving up all control over her
own life. Once Alice had accepted this, her life became easier and she actually
began enjoying some aspects of it. It meant that she was now not only without
control over her life, but also that her responsibilities had been greatly
diminished. In fact she now had only one real responsibility and that was to
obey whatever order she was given, without thought to the consequences. In some
ways it was liberating.
As her sex training progressed she also came to terms with the fact that she now
enjoyed having sex with men a great deal. Mistress Angela's insistence that
Alice only be allowed to cum when being fucked at both ends by a couple of guys
had conditioned Alice so that big, strong men with huge cocks now turned her on.
Especially Master Richard made Alice's knees go weak with a combination of lust
and love. His touch and his kisses almost made her swoon with infatuation and
she found herself actively flirting with him whenever they were in the same
room.
This didn't change the fact the dominating figure in her life was Mistress
Angela. She might have a crush on Master Richard, but she belonged to Mistress
Angela. Only when obeying her commands did she feel any worth. She might get
giddy after kissing Master Richard, but she felt fulfilled when she groveled at
Mistress Angela's feet. Her basic training, which ended three months after her
return from the clinic, established this beyond a shadow of a doubt. Her basic
training finished, Alice was finally allowed out of the dungeon so that she
could assume her place in Mistress Angela's household.
