Whore of Rome

"Where am I?"

"At the mansion of Mirthratus."

"Who are you?"

A hand came down towards my face and I felt the sting of a slap.

"I am Mirthratus. Your new master."

"I have no master," I told him. My voice higher than normal.

Another slap, this time to the other side of my cheek. Before I could recover I felt the tug of the collar on my neck forcing me to my knees. The collar choked me and I struggled for breath.

"They told me you had lip," he said. "But just let me beat that out of you."

He let go of the collar and I fell back upon the bed.

"But first," he said, "perhaps it is time to realise just what has happened."

Mirthratus walked across the room to a large mirror. He pulled it in my direction and called to me to view it. I got to my feet, feeling noticeably weaker, somewhat smaller, and walked towards it, aware of my nakedness.

"Recognise yourself?" he asked me.

And there I saw a reflection, not of me, but of a woman. There was soft skin throughout and large nipples. I held a hand to my small breasts – but breasts, all the same. I cupped them with my hand; they were tender and good to the touch.

Mirthratus laughed. Then asked me to explore further, down below.

I could see my penis, shorn of its former size. It was nothing more than half an inch long. I held it my hand, it easily fitting between my thumb and finger. Then I went further, to my testicles... and nothing.

In panic, I lifted up my tiny penis and felt below. They were gone. I had been ripped of them. It was clear, I was now nothing more than a eunuch.

Mirthratus started laughing.

I turned from the mirror. Realising my new form, my naked exposure. Realising what had become of me and perhaps what was my future.

"Like the new body?"

"You're a monster!" I shouted, starting to cry. I ran back to the bed and held my hands across my mouth.