Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Now—isn’t that nice?” Mistress Work-worthy asked and both Superiors stared at Breenah, as though they expected her to start jumping for joy.
The thing was, she might have been happy and excited in the past. When she was younger, it had seemed terribly hard to look and feel so different from all the other females in the Compound.
But now Breenah wasn’t so sure. She was used to her body the way it was…and thought it was inconvenient to have such large, sensitive breasts, they gave her pleasure too. Also, if she used the numbing cream between her legs, would she ever feel anything again when she tried to pet her button? Her “clit” as Rax called it?
Breenah was afraid she wouldn’t. She would lose all sensitivity—all the pleasure that her body gave her. And she found she didn’t want to lose that pleasure. But she couldn’t say it right out—it would anger both of the Superiors who had come up with this “plan” dreadfully.
“Can…can I think about it?” she asked at last. “I don’t know how to feel about changing my body so drastically.”
“Think about it? Why, my dear—I thought you’d be ecstatic!” Mistress Heal-all exclaimed.
“It’s certainly a very ungrateful response, considering how much time and effort we’ve put into this plan.” Mistress Work-worthy scowled. “Why Mistress Heal-all spent ages formulating the hormone-reducing numbing cream!”
“I…I’m sorry,” Breenah said quickly. “I just…I know my body looks different from everyone else’s but, well, I’m used to it.”
“Well, maybe you could get used to something else,” Mistress Heal-all suggested tartly.
“I think you’d better think about it—long and hard,” Mistress Work-worthy added. “Go back to your regular duties after First Meal and mull it over, why don’t you?”
“Am I supposed to go back to the Guard Room then?” Breenah asked humbly.
“Not until this afternoon, I don’t think.” Mistress Work-worthy said. “As soon as First Meal is over, the Council of Superiors is going to be questioning the giant to see what he’s really doing here.” She smirked. “I dare say Mistress Pain-giver will be able to get to the bottom of his nasty business.”
“But he’s not here on any kind of ‘nasty business at all,” Breenah protested before she could stop herself. “He came here by accident!”
“What?” Mistress Heal-all and Mistress Work-worthy asked at the same time.
Mistress Work-worthy narrowed her eyes at Breenah.
“Have you been talking to that male again, Breenah?” she demanded. “After I specifically told you not to?”
“Oh, no!” Breenah said quickly. “It’s just…one of the things he said to me before I put my noise-offs in my ears to block him out.”
“Well…all right then.” The two Superiors were still frowning at her suspiciously.
“Honestly, he had no effect on me at all,” Breenah said, trying to sound nonchalant and failing.
“Well, nevertheless, maybe it might be better not to send you back to the Guard Room after all,” Mistress Work-worthy said.
“Oh, but—” Breenah began.
“No, it’s decided. You’ll report to Mistress Tidy-all and be on garbage collection duty for the rest of the week,” Mistress Work-worthy told her. “No more guard duty for you. In fact, you may start your new duties immediately—right this minute.”
“But…but I haven’t gotten a chance to eat anything for First Meal,” Breenah protested.
“I think maybe you’ll have a clearer head on an empty stomach.” Mistress Work-worthy said loftily. She pulled Breenah’s tray away from her. “Now go do your duty and think hard about the plan Mistress Heal-all and I have come up with for you.”
There was no use in arguing with Superiors.
“Yes, Mistress Work-worthy.” Breenah rose. The eyes of all the Superiors followed her as she left the Dining Hall with her head hung low. They wanted to change her—to alter her body dramatically and Breenah was almost certain she didn’t want that.
The question was, would she be allowed to refuse?
TWELVE
BREENAH
It wasn’t until late afternoon that she was able to sneak her way back into the Guard Room. She’d been emptying waste receptacles all morning—much to Meendy’s delight. She greatly enjoyed bossing Breenah around and telling her exactly what to do, and since she was just under Mistress Tidy-all in the sanitation pecking order, there was nothing Breenah could do but obey her.
However, shortly after Mid Meal, she finally got a chance to sneak away. It was recreation hour in the Compound. Many of the older females and Superiors used it as a nap hour, while the younger women gathered in groups to gossip and work on individual projects.
Since she didn’t really fit in with anyone, Breenah had no group to miss her. So after yawning loudly and announcing that she wanted a nap, she had snuck down the corridor back to the Guard Room.
She told herself she shouldn’t go back—Rax had lied to her and she ought to have nothing else to do with him. But she kept seeing him in her mind’s eye—looking so tired and thirsty.