Transformation Story: In The Story. Part 1

In this story text marked ‘=’ is from the novel written by Louise Fairbank rather than being the narrative of this story itself.

In the Story

Part One 

“The flat is along here.”  Mrs. Burgess said.

She was a woman who was probably in her early fifties, was taller than Gabrielle and almost a little too slim.  Gabrielle gazed past the landlady, along the corridor.  It ended in a window looking out across the skyline of South London.  However, it was only as they came close to it that she saw the door inset into the wall to the side.  Only now did she accept that Mrs. Burgess was neither mad nor had made a mistake.  The landlady, unlocked the door.

“It’s a bit musty; it’s not been used for a while.  Once you get the window open and there’s someone living here, it will be fine.”

Gabrielle stepped in.  The flat was very small, little more than a bedsit.  The main room had a bed against the wall, bracketed by the doorways to the bathroom and kitchen.  The bed was one of those supposed doubles that were only wide enough for two people as thin as Mrs. Burgess, but it was suitable enough for Gabrielle now she was single again.  Close by was an armchair next to a small electric heater.  The chair pointed in the direction of the television aerial socket and the old desk and office chair which sat beneath this room’s only window.  The view through it was little different from the one from the corridor.  Gabrielle manoeuvred into the tiny kitchen that was full the moment she stepped into it.  It did have a fridge, a sink as big as its washing up bowl and a small electric cooker.  The bathroom was crowded with a slender washing machine, a narrow bath and the toilet.  Given how crowded the flat was, Gabrielle felt that, as a result, it was snug.  She had everything here without need to go out to the laundrette or for constant takeaways.  Coming back into the main room she noticed the empty bookshelves above the bed and fire and a narrow cupboard against the wall.  There were drawers under the bed and hooks on the door, probably enough for Gabrielle to accommodate her not too numerous clothes.

“I know the bed’s a double, but there’ll be no overnight visitors, not that you look like one of those who has a man in her bed that regularly.”

“I just split from my boyfriend.”  Gabrielle said with emphasis to counter the landlady’s suggestion that she had no chance of finding a man.

“Really.”

Gabrielle was uncertain if Mrs. Burgess was questioning the statement or was simply surprised.  She dismissed it as not worthwhile fussing about.  Let Mrs. Burgess think what she liked.  This flat, these rooms, they were about all that Gabrielle could afford to rent at the moment.  They might be old fashioned but at least they were clean enough and she had her own kitchen and bathroom unlike if she became a lodger.  Gabrielle gave the flat one last look and noticed a cardboard box under the desk.

“Oh, that.  I thought everything from the previous tenant had gone.  It was a real pain.”

“What was?”

“Well, your predecessor, Louise, Louise Fairbank.  She disappeared.  It was not that she ran off, her bank account kept paying me even after she had gone.  But she left all her stuff here.  I had the police in and everything, but there was no trace of her.  You do wonder what happens.  She never went out much.”

“What did she do?”

“She was on some course; filled those shelves with books.  I also think she was a journalist, she said something about writing some articles.”

“Is it safe round here?”  Gabrielle asked rather abruptly; until this moment it had not featured in her thoughts.

“Well, I imagine it’s safer than a lot of other places in London.  I grew up in Stepney, you know.  You have to be careful of course, just like everywhere these days, but it’s no more dangerous than the rest of London.”

Gabrielle realised that despite the indirect route she had had to take on the train she was probably in fact only a few miles away from Sydenham where she had been living.  The story of this Louise had drawn her up short, but she guessed Mrs. Burgess was right and she was at no greater risk here than anywhere else in South London.

“What do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”  Mrs. Burgess prompted.

“I’m a nurse.”

Once Gabrielle had said it with pride, but now it was in a weary tone.  These days she was too tired to even mentally brace herself for the hackneyed questions she expected to follow that statement.  Despite almost three years passing since qualifying she felt that had career had not progressed since the day she had started.  In fact given the toll it had exacted from her physically and in terms of relationships, perhaps she had been going backwards.

“Oh, at which hospital?”

“Erm, no I work for an agency.”

“So you’re part-time?”

“I try not to be.”

“I’d have though hospitals would be crying out for nurses.”

“I thought that once.  They can’t give you a contract.  There’s quite a few of us who find it hard.”

“Seems mad.”  Mrs. Burgess was not the first to observe that to Gabrielle.

“Yes.”

“So you work shifts?”

“Yes.  I take what I can get.”  Gabrielle responded worried it might alter this woman’s view of her desirability.

Gabrielle’s irregular working patterns had been a key thing in her relationship ending with Adam.  As he had risen quickly in accountancy he had increasingly wanted a partner who could guarantee to accompany him to work events and arrive not smelling of diluted vomit.

“Good thing I give you a key to the back, out there.  The big one is for the gate and then that one for the back door.  Saves you having to come in through the front and waking everyone up.”

Gabrielle was going to protest that she was more than adept at creeping into a house at all times of the day or night, but just could not be bothered to challenge Mrs. Burgess’s assumption.  Then she realised that, even before that, Mrs. Burgess had simply assumed she was taking this place.

“I’ve got all the papers here.”  The landlady said holding up a rather crumbled bundle of documents.

“How did you know I was going to take it?”

“Well, aren’t you?”

“Erm, yes, yes I will.”  Gabrielle said hurriedly now worrying she would be rejected and have to start hunting again.

“I thought so.  This is the place for women like you who’ve got nowhere else left.  I see renting this flat out a bit of my civic duty, you know.”

“Erm, well, I’m grateful.”

Gabrielle said uneasily, rather put out that Mrs. Burgess saw her as some kind of charity case.  After all, the rent might be reasonable, but it seemed certain this landlady was turning a decent profit.  The electrical goods and furnishings downstairs in her own part of this large house had already suggested that that was indeed the case.

“Good, good.”  Mrs. Burgess bustled over to the desk and put down the paper work and rested a pen on it.

“If you’ll just sign, here and here.”  The landlady jabbed her finger on the pages.

“Right.”  Gabrielle responded.

She felt a little rushed into this, but guessed she had to be grateful that Mrs. Burgess had not turned her nose up at her and dismissed Gabrielle with a ‘I’ll let you know’.  With competition for rooms being so difficult in London, she guessed that she had to take what she could get.

“I’ll give you the keys once I have got your deposit and the references all through.”  Mrs. Burgess explained, ushering Gabrielle out of the flat back into the corridor.

Gabrielle had worried about a reference as she had rented the flat in both her and Adam’s names and he was now the sole tenant rather than moving somewhere else.  Fortunately her friend from work, Priyal had agreed to be her fake ‘former landlady’; making Gabrielle laugh when she had put on the Asian matron act she promised to use if telephoned.

****

Gabrielle closed the door and slumped down on her bed.  The last few hours had been exhausting.  Madeline and Priyal had been invaluable in the trek carrying stuff down to the car, emptying it all out and bringing it up the stairs and along the corridor to the flat.  She had promised to take her fellow nurses for a drink later in the week as a thank-you.  Gabrielle had hung her clothes as they had been brought in, but there was still a lot to unpack and there was only a narrow pathway between the boxes and her assortment of bags.  Gabrielle was grateful that Priyal had given her a food parcel so there was no need to go out now and locate the nearest convenience store.  She made herself some coffee and nibbled on one of the flapjacks Priyal had baked for her.

As she sat back on the bed and looked around to where she might hang up her favourite pictures, mainly photographs of Greek churches, Gabrielle noted that behind the armchair was not a wall, but another door.  Shifting the armchair into the centre of the room she was able to open it to reveal an additional room.  There was a step down into it.  It had space for a single bed in there, but the only furniture it held now was a wardrobe.  Gabrielle opened it and was surprised to find a ladies black, blazer-style leather jacket hanging from it.  She tried it on.  It was a little too short for her.  However, it had a rich aroma that she liked, not a musty one she would have expected.  Gabrielle ran her fingers over the soft smooth leather, thinking that she might be able to sell this jacket off.  Whilst it seemed most likely it had been something belonging to this Louise Fairbank, from what Mrs. Burgess had said, she was never going to come back and reclaim it.

Gabrielle was glad to have found this extra space.  If she could get a bed in, she could even put up a friend visiting London from the country; though she was certain Mrs. Burgess would want to charge her more for doing that.  For the moment, however, the room would be a useful dumping ground for empty boxes.  Refreshed from her snack, Gabrielle turned to more unpacking, getting the bed covered and digging out the kitchen utensils.  Fortunately Priyal had prepared her some dinner, so she simply had to reheat it.

Within an hour, Gabrielle had unpacked sufficient that she could function.  The bath had turned out to work and the water, surprisingly for a place like this, was warm.  She changed into her baggy pyjamas and thick fluffy dressing gown and slippers then heated the chilli-con-carne Priyal had made and ate it with thick chunks of bread.  Then she fired up her laptop, again pleasantly surprised that the wireless connection password worked.  She was able to get up some online television and enjoyed the noise of a mindless programme.

Full of food and with her washing done, Gabrielle sat at her computer, wondering how to pass the evening.  Idly she slid open the drawers of the desk, not really knowing what to expect.  They were empty but at the back of one she found a computer disk.  She pulled it out.  It was in a transparent plastic sleeve and on the disk itself was written: ‘L.C. Fairbank – Stories’.  Gabrielle guessed this was something left by the missing woman and wondered why it had not been taken by the police.  Intrigued by her predecessor, with some searching, Gabrielle was able to find details of Louise Fairbank on a couple of social networking sites.  There seemed to have been no updates in a number of weeks.  Louise looked vibrant in the images and Gabrielle wondered what had happened to her.  Gabrielle hoped she had been swept off her feet by some suave millionaire and was now on an expensive yacht in the Mediterranean.

Curious to learn more about Louise, Gabrielle now inserted the disk into her laptop but found there was only one file on it, labelled ‘Doorway’.  Gabrielle clicked on it and it opened to reveal what she could immediately see was a story.  Perhaps this Louise had been an author as well as a journalist.  Gabrielle knew from various programmes she watched when off in the afternoons that writing fiction was now a major hobby in Britain, particularly for women.  Gabrielle was interested to see what this woman had written.  From the screen she read.

= Louise knew the place immediately, it was the other world or planet or whatever it was, she had dreamed of.  This time as she felt the floor beneath her and could hear the noises around her she knew somehow she had come here for real.  However, instead of looking for a way back she knew she had to see more.  She was standing in a corridor, lit by amber coloured lamps and looked as if it was made of black marble and had curved walls.  As she had seen in her dreams at one side was a viewing window looking down on to a circular room.  Along the far wall were two levels with five transparent tubes as wide as a person on both.  On the top level she could see the men dressed in those long leather coats that reached to the floor with small groups of women wearing only few clothes, shepherding them into the pods. =

= Louise knew that the pods would change the women, putting them into shiny latex clothes and changing their minds so that they became sex-slaves that would be sold to those wealthy men on this planet who wanted to own and use them.  Rather than feel frightened by this, Louise felt a thrill.  She guessed that came from her dreaming of this process so many times.  Now she watched as openings appeared on each of the tubes and she realised that they were pods.  Five women were guided into the pods and the doors closed.  Through the doors Louise could see them clasped in place and moved so they all stood in the same position with their arms stretched out on each side and their legs slightly spread. Then they dropped from sight and Louise knew that soon they would come out on the lower level where more men in the long coats waited. =

= Louise waited with her breath held until one by one the women appeared in the lower pods.  Each had had her clothes replaced by a skin tight shiny black latex outfit.  Boots and gloves were attached so that their entire bodies from their feet to the top of their necks was covered in clinging rubber.  Their bodies looked changed too, their hair was longer and more intense shades, their waists were more tapered and their breasts had been enlarged.  However, they were not let out from the pods immediately.  Louise could see dildos in black rubber just like the clothes the women wore, come from the inside and one slid first into their pussies and then another into their mouths and they sucked on them as if it was a man’s cock.  Louise imagined what sensations they were feeling and realised slightly embarrassed that she was getting aroused by what she was seeing. =

Gabrielle broke from reading.  She guessed that she should have realised that this was going to turn into some kind of fetish sexual story.  It was certainly not the kind of thing she usually read, but then again she had never thought herself as prudish.  She guessed that the fact that it had been written by a woman meant it was probably alright.  She had to admit she was interested to see how it would all turn out.  She had seen women dressed in black latex or vinyl clothing occasionally when going through London in the evenings.  She was sure that one of the night clubs where she used to live had run fetish nights.  Her own sexuality tended to be pretty straight forward, but now that she thought about it there had been something quite intriguing, perhaps even exciting about those women.  She guessed it had something to do with them looking strong but sexy at the same time, like some kind of alien creatures descended to Earth, very different to the people she typically met.  She could see there might be an excitement of dressing like that and at the same time appearing publicly sexy but also a bit intimidating, like putting up two fingers to nosy old ladies simply by what you wore.

Gabrielle realised that whilst she could guess what was going to happen to Louise in the story, she was eager to have it confirmed.  There was nothing wrong in reading a story like this, she told herself, in fact it could be fun.

= One by one the women orgasmed and as they subsided, the dildos drew back and the door of the pod opened.  The woman at the end took longer than the others but eventually she also had an orgasm and her head jerked back.  The women stepped out carefully and Louise could see why.  The boots which were joined with their catsuits had extremely high heels and platforms that meant that their feet were at an angle almost pointing straight down to the floor.  Quickly though the women seemed to become accustomed to their new boots and were striding around showing off their tightly clothed bodies to the best.  Louise felt envious of them as they all now looked like exotic creatures, precious pets of some powerful alien.  The fact that they were owned like pets was quickly shown as the men waiting for them came up to each of them and attached a leash to the ring fixed to the collar of their catsuits.  Then one of the men took all the leashes and led the five transformed women through a wide door as if they were a litter and out of sight.  Louise knew from her dreams, that they were being taken immediately into the auction room to be sold. =

Gabrielle stopped reading again.  It was clear that not only did this story involve women being dressed up in extreme boots and skin-tight rubber clothes, but being led like pets and sold like slaves.  She knew that all kinds of things turned people on, but these aspects seemed pretty out there.  Saying that though, this was a science fiction story and she imagined that they had to have something unusual in those stories to make them appear science-fictiony, if that was even a word.  Was it really any different to what she had seen in ‘Star Wars’ movies or one of those vampire movies like ‘Blade’?  She also found that now, even more than before, she was willing to push aside these concerns, partly because she was keen to see what happened next to Louise.

= "What are you doing here?" =

= Louise turned around, startled.  With her attention being on the women being enslaved, she had not noticed the man in the leather coat coming up behind her.  He was a little taller than herself with pale skin and light blond hair.  His eyes were an unusual shade of blue.  There was something strangely entrancing about him simply standing there.  Louise did not think how she could understand what he was saying to her.  It had been a question in her dreams, explained by the fact that some device inside the high round collar of his coat meant that whatever language he or the person he was talking to spoke, what he meant would get using a brain wave analyser and sub-sonic signals.  Louise panicked as if she had been doing something wrong.  She struggled for something to say, but steadily she knew that she had to say the truth. =

= "I was looking at the women.  I was looking at the slaves." =  Louise said.

= Louise wondered why she could not think of some lie, but then remembered that the translator communicated very effectively what the man was saying and also what he wanted the listener to do. =

= "This batch is one short.  You must be the one we need." =

= Louise shot a glance down to the upper level where four women were being moved to the pods.  Briefly she thought she should shout or try to run away and escape, but the man spoke again. =

= "You will come with me.  You will be placed into a pod and you will become a slave." =

= Louise was breathless as those words sunk into her mind.  The device the man wore turned those words into the truth and Louise knew that within minutes she would be no different from those blank-eyed women dressed in their skin tight rubber, striding in that elegant, erotic way in those fantasy boots. =

="Yes I will come with you.  Yes I will go into a pod and I will become a slave." =  Louise, unable to lie in this man's presence, told the truth.

= ”You will be Seressa.” = The man said.

= Louise did not know if she had been given this new name at random or if there was some pattern.  However, as with everything else the man had told her, in moments it did not matter instead she just accepted it as the truth, something that was obvious and she had no thought about arguing about it. =

= ”I will be Seressa.” = Louise repeated, not even asking now why she could do nothing except do so.

= The man’s face grimaced a little as if he was rather irritated by what Louise had said this time.  As she recognised his expression Louise found that she felt disappointed herself and eager to correct whatever mistake she had made.  She felt she had to show how loyal and obedient and what a good slave she was. =

= ”No, you are already Seressa.”=

= The weight of the words made Louise feel that this was a process she had no ability to stop.  More than that, the words put what she had just been thinking into a bright light.  She realised that she had been thinking how to show she was a good slave.  Somehow she had entirely jumped over thinking about whether she was a slave, her mind, clearly affected by the man’s device, had simply assumed that that was what she was.  Now she had her slave name that was a further confirmation to the change. =

=”I am Seressa.” Louise said again knowing it was the truth.=

Gabrielle sat back again; coping with the buzz she was feeling in her pussy and from her breasts.  Though she would never have considered it, there was something very exciting in reading about this woman being renamed and becoming someone very different, far sexier than she had been before.  Rationally Gabrielle thought that she should somehow be angry with what was being done to the character, but far more powerful was a delicious frisson about seeing it all unfold.  This aspect of the transformation, not simply changing what the woman wore but her entire identity, was a new kind of thrill for Gabrielle.  Quickly she refocused on the words, wanting to hold off from seeing to her arousal until she had reached the climax of the story.

= The man smiled at the words and the woman who had been Louise felt as she had been specially rewarded. =

= ”Follow.” =

= For some reason, Seressa felt a brief reluctance to do what the man ordered.  However, she then felt that that attitude was not typical of her, instead she was always quickly obedient and there was no reason to change from that.=

= “Now you will be dressed and transformed into a perfect slave.”=  The man said as he walked a short distance along the corridor to where lift doors now opened.

= Now understanding that she was about to processed and put into those lovely shiny clothes, Seressa hurried to catch up with the man.  She was soon stepping into the lift beside him.  As she did, the doors closed and the lift moved not only down but sideways as well so that when the doors opened Seressa stepped out among the four women about to be moved to the pods.  Like herself they were showed a mixture of obeying the orders they were given but were clearly excited about what was going to happen to them. =

Gabrielle sat back hardly wanting to read on.  The feeling of arousal as she knew that Louise was soon going to become one of these erotic women, was almost too much to cope with.  She gave up trying to resist and eased down her jeans.  Her panties were already wet in a way she had never experienced before.  Quickly she discarded her jeans and the panties followed.  With one hand to scroll further through the document, Gabrielle slid the other, fingers clasped together like a bud, into her pussy; pulsing them as she read more.

= One by one the women were sent into the pods.  The doors closed and they were soon going down out of sight.  None of the women struggled and when her turn came Louise realised that she knew her fate.  As far as these people saw it she was already Seressa and part of Louise had no desire just to be Seressa.  She did not really care if her mind was being manipulated.  All that she had dreamed about had become real and meaning this was her true fate.  Perhaps she had become Seressa when she had first had a dream of this place and all that happened here and what women became here.  The man pointed for Louise to enter and she did.  The pod door closed and quickly clasps locked around her body.  Louise knew that there was no turning back and that she would only be allowed out of this pod once she had become a sex slave. =

= Louise felt herself being lowered down the tube but it quickly she realised she was being let down into something that clung to her legs tightly and quickly covered them and then her bum.  As she looked down she saw that she had been slid into a latex catsuit which small robot arms were lifting up her body.  With her own arms stretched out they were able to pull the suit up over her shoulders and slide it steadily along her arms from her fingertips, passed her elbows, up to her armpits.  Now her arms and hands were coated, the latex came over her breasts and around her neck.  Louise felt really aroused being dressed this way and it continued further as from in front of her she saw two of the shiny metal hands grasp the zip.  They shut the glossy black latex tight over her middle, her breasts and then her neck. =

= Louise knew that once the dildos slid into her she would begin to be changed.  Unless she fought against them she would be transformed into a slave just like she had seen in her dreams.  Held in place, there was nothing she could do as the large rubber cock moved between her splayed thighs and into her pussy, which she found was surprisingly already aroused and moist.  She guessed that being slid into this catsuit had boosted her arousal, perhaps it was something else too.  From what she had seen in her dreams she knew that whatever identity the slaves had before was taken away and replaced with a submissive sexual one.  She guessed that that was what was about to happen to her. =

= As she began to enjoy having the hard and now vibrating rubber deep in her pussy, Louise wondered if her personality was already being changed.  Rather than panicking or worrying about what was being done to her by this machine, she was enjoying it and wanted it to continue no matter how much it might change her.  After all, it had already put her into the sexiest clothes she had ever worn.  Then the dildo came out close to her lips and Louise felt that she had no choice except to begin sucking it as if it was the cock of the man she wanted most to please.  As she began, surprising herself at her skills, a loop of sensation began to flow through Louise.  Her submission shown by her sucking on the dildo the machine had offered was rewarded by greater pleasure in her pussy.  The sensation rose quickly and forcefully meaning it was increasingly hard to concentrate on anything but what the machine wanted from her. =

= The name Seressa echoed through Louise’s head, only Seressa was allowed to be like this.  Only Seressa was allowed to be dressed this way.  Only Seressa could feel as good of this.  Only Seressa could exist in this pod at this moment. =

= Seressa orgasmed quivering, jerking back against her what held her and then found it had gone.  Seressa stood free in her latex clothes, a sex slave ready to serve.   The pod opened and Seressa stepped out on her high boot heels, loving how she looked and felt.  She loved what she was.  Any memory of who or what she had been before had gone. =

There was more of the text to read and Gabrielle could see it detailed the sale of Seressa.  However, she could get through no more.  As she brushed her fingers across her pussy lips a climax was triggered one that fired again and again through her entire body.  As the sensation subsided, Gabrielle was surprised at herself.  She would never have imagined that she could get so turned on by such a story.  It suggested that there were hidden depths to her sexuality that she had had no inkling of before.  That concerned her a little, as she felt it was wrong to get turned on by reading about a woman being turned into a sexual slave, well, in fact, even more than that, some kind of living sexual robot.  However, as she thought about it, Gabrielle felt her arousal rise again and she gave a pleasurable jolt.  For now, though, she was strict with herself and closed the file, removed the disk and put it back in the drawer.

****

Gabrielle woke, or she assumed she had.  She sat up in bed realising that she had been disturbed by the bright light and the sounds that were coming the small room down the step.  Now she thought she had only dreamt she had woken up.  Rather than the room she had gone into the day before, beyond the doorway was now a room on the same level and with black marble floors.  It was lit by amber-shaded lamps set into the curved walls.  For some reason this seemed familiar and in her erratic, sleeping mind, she struggled to remember why.  She clambered from the bed, not really aware whether that was a conscious decision.  She guessed in most dreams you had little control over what you could do anyway.  This one was not a nightmare and she found no desire to even try to wake herself up.  As she walked to the doorway and stepped into the corridor, she realised she could feel the change from the carpet to the stone beneath her feet.

Gabrielle now walked out on to a gallery overlooking an area where there were a series of pods.  As Gabrielle saw men in long leather coats directing the women into them, she knew that this was a manifestation of what she had read.  What was alarming was that rather than it feeling like a fantasy, this was all too real.  Gabrielle went to the edge of the gallery and looked down at the five pods.  Gabrielle could see through the glass of one pod that the woman she immediately identified as Louise was undergoing the final stage of her enslavement.  The large rubber dildo emerged and slid deep into her; another came down to her lips and she took it into her mouth and sucked on it the way Gabrielle knew she would soon be doing for her master.  Of course, these actions were not only pleasurable for Louise, they showed truly what she was becoming.  Iin fact, through the signals Louise’s mind was now being fed, that appearance was becoming a reality throughout.  Gabrielle watched Louise shudder and jerk even pinned in place and knew that this was the moment when orgasm erased her identity as Louise the journalist and replaced it with that of Seressa the slave.

Gabrielle could not look away and saw the changed Louise emerge and a leash attached to her collar.  Gabrielle studied Louise carefully, fascinated by the skin-tight rubber she wore and the long boots, but more than that the expression on her face as she sauntered behind the man who led her.  It showed a mixture of being salacious and distant.  Gabrielle found herself walking along the gallery into the next room.  From here she looked down on to what was clearly an auction.  She saw Louise led into a cage with the others who had been converted.  There were already a number of other women in there, dressed the same.  In front of a stage were a crowd of people, male and female dressed exotically: many wore leather of various shades; some were in lace and others in metallic clothes.  Some had slaves kneeling near them already.  The auctioneer was another of the men in a long leather coat, shouting out numbers that Gabrielle guessed were prices.

Then Louise was brought forward and seemed to sell very quickly.  She was soon led off the stage and Gabrielle watched a man rise from his seat in the auction room and head through a door, presumably to settle up.  The man was tall with cropped hair and a trimmed beard.  He wore a long leather sleeveless coat revealing his strong arms and chest.  Below he had tight black latex trousers that were detailed with gun metal studs.  His laced heavy boots reached to the knee.  Gabrielle felt a frisson as she thought of this man using the newly transformed Louise.  She hurried along the gallery into the next room.  Looking down here she saw it was segmented into a number of chambers each with a mesh ceiling.  She caught sight of Louise’s buyer.  He went to a circular counter staffed by two men and a woman dressed alike in the long leather coats.  The buyer handed over rectangular pieces of what might have been plastic or indeed carved stone.  Gabrielle took these to be currency.  Then a smaller man in a long coat but of maroon rather than black came up to the buyer.  He led him to one of the chambers and Gabrielle saw that this was the one that held Louise.

Like many of the other slaves, Louise knelt with her thighs splayed.  As the buyer entered she raised up and nuzzled his crotch with her head.  However, with clear strength he lifted her up on to her feet.  Releasing his cock from his trousers he adjusted something on Louise’s catsuit and then thrust in, holding her with both his hands and, within a few thrusts, lifting her from the floor; sliding her back and forth on his flesh as if she was a ring.  Then he let her go and she stumbled back but kept upright.  He ejaculated, spraying his jism over Louise’s pristine rubber.  He jerked again and again.  Louise grinned and wiping her hands in his seed, took it to her mouth and licked off her fingers.  Gabrielle shuddered at how debased Louise had come to do this, yet she quickly realised her own sensations came not from disgust but from a strange sense of jealousy.