The Prisoner

By DK Masters

Jack thought he was volunteering for some new weight loss and anti-aging research project at Tiresias Global. Instead, he finds himself trapped inside a mysterious empty room, with nothing but a chair and a video camera — and a woman’s voice, telling him what to do. She uses both reward and punishment to make him comply, as slowly, piece by piece, she has him reluctantly feminize and transform himself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SciFantastica
• Release date: Jun 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463903544

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The Prisoner

Written By

DK Masters

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SciFantastica

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Table of Contents

Already Too Late

Losing Control

Cooperative Subject

Becoming Pretty

Complete Control

Illusion

Taking Form

Revelation

Total Obedience

Gift of the Priestess

Chapter 1

Already Too Late

Name?

Jack Stevenson.

Occupation?

Construction manager.

Age?

42.

Very good. Now remove all your clothes.

What?

He sat on a chair in the middle of an empty room. Four blank gray walls surrounded him. No windows. No decorations. No furniture. Just him, the chair he sat on, and a strange video camera positioned on a tripod in directly front of him. The lens reflected an eerie glow.

Despite the apparent privacy and isolation, he wasn’t about to get naked. Especially in front of a video camera.

Mr. Stevenson, take off your clothes, said the female voice. It came over an intercom, somewhere above his head from a loud speaker embedded in to the ceiling. Almost like the voice of God. Every word she spoke came through loud and clear -- filling the room, surrounding him, engulfing him.

He stared into the camera. The little red light was on. He was being recorded.

Do I have to? he finally asked.

Yes.

Her commands were clear and direct.

He hesitated.

Do it now or you won’t get paid.

He stood up. No way. This wasn’t what he signed up for. What the hell kind of racket you got going on here? I’m not taking my damn clothes off for no one! He approached the camera. Stared directly into the lens. You hear me? No one.

Sit down, Mr. Stevenson.

He laughed and crossed his arms. Make me.

Silence. Nothing happened.

That’s what I thou-- Suddenly an ear-piercing screech came over the intercom. Loud. Painfully loud. Ear-rupturing loud. He covered his ears hard as he could. Make it stop! Make it stop! He crouched to the floor. The piercing sound penetrated his hands, drilled into his ears, cut into into his skull. STOP IT! TURN IT OFF!

He quickly returned to his chair and sat down -- still holding his ears.

The high-pitch piercing sound stopped.

Slowly, cautiously, he lowered his hands. His ears were throbbing. A minute or two longer and he might’ve gone permanently deaf. But here he was. Sitting back in his chair.

They’d be hearing from his lawyer when he got out of this.

Now, Mr. Stevenson, will you take off all your clothes?

"What the hell was that?"

I don’t want to do that again. It caused brain damage to the last one.

The last one?

I gave you your instruction, Mr. Stevenson. It’s time for you to take off your clothes. All of them.

I want out of this. This isn’t what I signed up for.

Mr. Stevenson...

No. The recruiter said you were looking for paid volunteers for a rejuvenation experiment. Said you guys were working on some kind of weight loss and anti-aging drug or something.

Not a drug, Mr. Stevenson.

"Look, I’m the first to admit I’m not in the best shape of my life. But your