File 03 - An Unwelcome Realization

Warning - The story contains descriptions of psychological and physical domination that often lacks consent. Also elements of violence. It will be a slow burn before there is outright sex-scenes.

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Chief Commissioner Marta Eriksson worriedly clicked on among the files on the folder on the USB stick. With a concentrated expression on her face, she continued reading.

File:3 - A journey of discovery in captivity

Suddenly a voice echoed throughout the speaker which made me flinch. "Stop, my dear," the voice spoke in a cold, unmoved tone. "I have a new order for you." I felt a lump in my stomach when I heard that the voice.

A small box containing the package was dropped down the food elevator and landed with a thud on the ground next to me. I carefully opened it and discovered a feminine summer dress in pastel colors. The dress was slim cut and knee high, but at the same time it was so beautiful that I couldn't help but admire it.

I pulled the dress on and felt it fall softly around my body. It hugged me softly in all the right places.

"You look amazing," I heard the voice say through the speaker. "You're exactly what we've been looking for."

"Come on, Vinda," said the voice over the loudspeaker, "you're our star for the evening. It's time to show off your dance moves. We'll automatically disconnect the wire and want you to walk out into the middle of the room."

I felt uneasy when I heard that. I wasn't a dancer and I could barely move comfortably when I was out at the club. But I knew what would happen if I didn't obey. The collar around my neck would give me a severe shock, and it was something I didn't want to experience again.

Jazz music started pouring out of the speaker, and I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. But I began to move to the music, hesitantly and reluctantly. My movements were stiff and I felt self-conscious and humiliated when I started dancing.

"You're doing great, Vinda," said the voice over the speaker, "you really are a natural talent"

I knew the voice was lying. I knew I looked like a clumsy bird, but I kept dancing. I had no choice.

After a while my feet began to ache and my legs shook from the effort. I wished I could stop dancing and sit down, but the voice kept telling me to continue.

"Just a few more minutes, Vinda," said the voice, "and then you can rest and recover."

I struggled on, thinking about the freedom that awaited me outside of this cursed cult. I felt the sweat running down my back as the music finally stopped.

"You did well, Vinda," said the voice through the loudspeaker. "But we still have a lot to do."

I sighed deeply, knowing that my trials had only just begun. But I was determined to find a way out of this hell, no matter how hard it would be.

I felt my heart beat hard in my chest when I heard that. What did they want me for? What was I really a part of? My questions remained unanswered, and I realized that I had no choice but to try to survive here until I could find a way out of this insane situation.

After the dance I was out of breath in my dress. I decided to take the chance once I was free from the wire attached to my necklace to explore the room.

I walked towards the small kitchen and realized that there was food and drink here that was unusually good quality for being in a basement. Why would they bother to give me such luxurious things if they only wanted to torment me. There were many questions I wanted answered, and I continued to investigate.

Seeing that there was a box of gloves in one of the dresser drawers, I put on a pair of white gloves and continued to rummage through the drawers. I found a stack of papers that looked like journal entries. I flipped through the pages and realized it was the diary of a former prisoner, it appeared to be a woman and she called herself "Vinda".

I read the front of the diary pages and that's when it hit me that the speaker voice had started addressing me as "Vinda". Was it possible that I was not the first to be taken prisoner? I pushed the thoughts out of my head and continued around the room.

I walked over to the dressing table and opened the top drawer. There was everything you could possibly need for make-up, from different kinds of eye shadow and lipstick to powder and foundation. In the chest of drawers next to it I found a variety of different types of jewelry. There was everything from simple earrings to large necklaces with sparkling stones.

I feel my heart begin to pound harder as I open the chest of drawers next to the dressing table. It is filled to the brim with shoes, all with high heels and a feminine touch. I see everything from classic pumps to more daring boots with buckles and studs. There were high-heeled sandals in shimmering silver and gold, with straps and buckles.

Among the more everyday shoes, I found some sneakers with a feminine touch. They had soft pastel colors and floral patterns that gave them a romantic feel. There were also some ballerina-inspired shoes with pointed toes and a bow.

When I opened the chest of drawers, I found a whole world of underwear, and I felt like I had almost opened the door to a store. There was bras of all kinds, from sports bras to push-up bras, all in different colors and patterns. Some were simple, while others had lace details or rhinestones.

I continued rummaging through the box and found a whole host of panties, from simple cotton panties to lace panties with little bows. Several of the panties had a string model or were made of mesh material.

The luxurious underwear was all of the highest quality and made from soft and comfortable materials. They were richly embellished with lace and embroidery, and I couldn't help but admire the details. Most were in pastel colors like pink and light blue, but there were also some in stronger colors, like deep red and purple. Everything smelled new which made me wonder how long since they were bought in?

Then I found some sexy corsets and garter holders. Some were made in classic black lace, while others had more modern details such as laces, bows and pearls. It was clear that no expense had been spared when it came to choosing these underwear.

I felt the tension build within me as I realized there was a hidden door behind the closet. I couldn't resist opening it and discovered a walk-in closet filled with clothes. It was like the clothes were calling me and I couldn't help but explore them.

The clothes were made of luxurious materials and appeared to be of high quality. I felt my fingers slide over the soft silk clothes and my eyes bounced between different luxurious brands. There were dresses, pants, skirts, tops and everything in between.

I lifted a skirt off its hanger. The skirt was a soft shade of pink, made of a light material that fell beautifully over my hands. It was slightly flared and went down to just above the knees. I could feel the quality in the expensive fabric that felt soft against my fingers.

I was both impressed and concerned about the collection. It was obvious that someone had spent a lot of time and money buying all these clothes and that they had done it with me in mind. But at the same time, I couldn't let go of the thought of why they wanted me to wear them. Something was not right, and I felt increasingly anxious about what would happen next.

I look around when my eyes fall on a small button next to the wall. Curious as to what might be behind it, I press the button and am surprised when an entire wall of wigs lights up, revealing a beautiful and luxurious collection of wigs.

I looked at the wigs in wonder. It was as if each shelf had its own unique collection of colors and styles. Some were short and cocky, while others were tall and elegant. One wig in deep purple caught my eye, while another in silver was absolutely adorable. There were also quite a few wigs in various shades of brown and blonde, all equally beautiful.

While mesmerized by all these amazing wigs, I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. Why do they so obviously want to dress me as a woman?

I hesitated for a moment, but then I couldn't resist the temptation anymore. I reached over and picked up the purple wig, carefully pulling it on and looking at myself in the mirror. For a moment I felt like a completely different person.

Surprisingly, it fits perfectly, and I can't help but run my fingers through the soft hair. When I turn around and see myself in the full-length mirror, I stop. I look so different, so beautiful and feminine.

But my smile quickly fades when I'm reminded of the gravity of the situation. Why is there a closet full of women's clothes and wigs here, and what does it mean? My mind spins as I quickly remove the wig and hang it back in its place.

I left the walk-in closet and panic overcame me about this completely insane situation. The woman on the loudspeaker began to speak again, "Winda, you looked so beautiful in the wig. You were truly born to be a woman." I felt my heart pounding hard in my chest when I heard her words, and I felt an unpleasant mixture of fear and self-consciousness.

I looked down at my dress and felt uncomfortable. I wanted to take it off and change back into my own clothes, but I knew that wouldn't work. I was stuck here.

I feel the panic bubbling up inside me and I scream loudly through the walls of the room, "Let me out of here! You fucking lunatics! What do you want from me?!"

The woman on the loudspeaker answers me with a tone of seriousness, "Winda, you need to calm down. You know what will happen if you disobey us. Mind the necklace around your neck."

I ignore her words and continue to scream. My frustration and fear of being stuck here is boiling over.

I feel even more trapped and scared as the woman on the loudspeaker continues to speak, "Nobody knows you're here, Vinda. Nobody's going to look for you. It's better if you accept your situation and cooperate with us."

I reply with a trembling voice, "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this to me?"

The woman answers,"We want to help you achieve your full potential. You will understand more as time goes on. But the first step is for you to accept your new role as a woman. You are no longer a man, you are Vinda now."