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presence here, in this room, in the body of a woman proves this, since if you had been strong you would have resisted the nano-suggestion I implanted in you.  You didn't; and so you now possess the body fate should have assigned to you in the first place.  That's a good girl, open wide."
    He shoved as much as he could into my mouth.  I gagged; the head pressed against my throat.  He held it there, choking me, for a few moments, then began to slowly pump, holding my head rigid in his hands.  My hands curled into helpless fists; my arms jerked uselessly against the fetters.  It was no use.  He could fuck my mouth as quickly or as leisurely as he liked, and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.
    And, to my chagrin, what John was doing to me made me feel incredibly...sexy.  Which was a novel feeling for me.  Men don't feel sexy, they feel horny.  John's clear pleasure in using me somehow pushed buttons - it made me feel even more feminine, more...desired, desirable.
    He took his time satifying himself.  When he was done, he had me lick him clean, then dried his cock with my hair.
    He went into the bedroom.  When he returned, he wore a red silk bathrobe.  He unlocked my ankles, then rearranged the lock on my wrist cuffs so that they were still joined together, but not to the ring set in the table.
    "Fix me a martini.  The bar is over there."  He sat down at a desk by the window.
    I got up off the table, feeling very small.  I walked over to the bar and made a martini for him.  My hands were shaking as I brought the glass over to him and laid it on the table.
    "No," he said, with an edge in his voice.  "Kneel first, then offer me the glass in both hands."  I took the drink again, knelt, and held the glass up to him.
    "Better."  He took it and laid it on the desk.  "Bring your hands up behind your head, elbows out."  I obeyed.  The position thrust my chest forward.  He tied a black cloth over my eyes.
    John played with my nipples, stiffening them idly, as he picked up the phone and dialed.
    "Hi, Leonard, it's John.  Good, thank you.  And yourself?  Good, good.  Listen, I wanted to talk to you about that LBE merger."  John then launched into a long monologue about corporate strategy.  I marveled that he could maintain a sober conversation while taking the time to administer minor tortures - twisting my nipples painfully between his thumb and finger, or wrenching my mouth open with his hand.  Evidently I was, for the moment, a toy to be played with while engrossed with more important matters.
    That was okay by me.  It gave me a little time to cool down, and I needed cooling down.  It also gave me time to think and regroup.
    When I took the time to look past my instinctive awe of this man's power over me, I could begin to get a sense of his character.  I thought back to the nano-mods I'd used to shape his new personality: overriding everything else was a deep-seated urge to feminize and enslave Natalie.  This urge had evidently blossomed, and turned towards other targets - among them, me.
    It had a psychopathic taste to it.  He had gone through the ritual of femininizing Natalie, forcing her to submit to his will, and yet found that once she had been conquered, his desire to conquer was left unsated.  Natalie had been so thoroughly changed that she offered no resistance to him, so thoroughly satisfied with her lot in life that, ironically, she could not offer him the pleasure of her mental anguish.
    So he was repeating the ritual, with variations.  Perfecting his technique.  I had not been given the benefit of Natalie's secret complicitness, nor her extreme behavioral nano-mods.  I had just enough left of me to want to resist, but not enough to actually do so.  Unlike Natalie, I felt shame at what John had done to me, but like her, I couldn't do anything about it.
    This man was dangerous.  He was a rapist of a kind for whom men were more vulnerable than women.  Slowly it dawned on me