(This is the sequel to my prior story, Lesbian Conversion Therapy. I really enjoyed writing it so I shall continue! I recommend you read the prior instalment which sets up what's going on and how we got there, but you do you honey).
Augusta awoke to the sight she dreaded most in the world: the room she was last in. Her body covered in goosebumps from the cold, her alabaster waif-like form still strapped to her table.
'What happened? I was put through that fucking electro-machine, then...' her thoughts trailed off, reflecting on her situation. Augusta feared she may never be allowed out, or that her suffering would only increase. Then her thoughts shifted to her captor.
"Erika."
Her voice was small and soft, yet she spat the name out like a bitter coffee. She remembered every little detail about her. Her hair like a cruel and cold night, messily thrown behind her hair. Her body, the antithesis of everything Augusta was. Worst of all was her smile. It was not a cruel smile. It was not the smile of a vindictive woman, burning with smothered wrath at the loss of her youth and beauty. Augusta would have loved to have explained Erika, to have been able to easily tell herself that she was a resentful sow whose tits had once pointed upward, whose stomach was once lean, whose legs were once not blemished by cellulite. Were this true Erika would have simply been getting perverse revenge on her younger, slimmer foe. No.
For when Erika looked down at Augusta and smiled as she left, she did so with a softness, a motherly warmth. Like she held a soft spot for Augusta in her heart.
That her kidnapper was not an angry succubus was all the more infuriating to Augusta. To take her mind off of this Augusta scanned her room, she had yet to do so as she had been preoccupied until now. The walls featured several large, framed photos and paintings of nude women and of lesbian sex. Augusta had studied Psychology in Sixth Form, she knew what the idea behind this was. Classical conditioning; as with the day prior they made her involuntarily aroused and then hoped she would begin to associate the neutral stimulus, women, with that arousal.
'No. Fuck no. I will not become some pussy-munching dyke. Especially not with that fat whore as my 'personal researcher' or whatever the hell'.
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Auguta's room had no clock, and no windows, so she could only guess it had been around 40 minutes from the time she woke up the door slowly creaking open, revealing her only human contact in this strange place.
"Hey there sweetie, sorry I'm late, I had to go make your preparations ready for your transfer".
"'Transfer' me the fuck out of here, bitch". Augusta spat back, gritting her teeth.
"No no silly, your transfer to your room! Your roommate is very excited, I'm sure you two will get along great. She arrived only about a week or two ago". Erika was chirpy as ever, and began pulling things out of her bag. Augusta didn't want to mention it for fear of looking weak and of putting her captors in a stronger bargaining position, but she had not drunk or eaten anything since the day before. She began to make out what Erika was conjuring from her handbag: a blueberry muffin and full-fat milk.
Erika saw the hungry captive gazing longingly at her treats, and mused; "I'm glad you like them, I thought you'd be famished so I brought your favourite breakfast. Don't worry, when you're in your room you'll be given plenty to eat and drink".
Augusta was taken-aback by this. "How did you know? How long have you been watching me?"
"Since we first heard you'd be a good candidate for our research. We try to make the stay here pleasant for our subjects, I especially". She opened the small bottle of milk first, holding it by Augusta's lips and tipping gently. Augusta quickly downed half the bottle before Erika tilted it back. She then started breaking the muffin up into smaller pieces.
"None of the others have ever actually tried some of the methods we use, but I didn't think that was right. So, I decided I should at least see what you guys go through. I did a one-week stint, and gosh, I have the utmost respect for you!" She began to feed the small blonde, who was only half-listening as she engulfed the muffin. As she ate, her lips accidentally brushed against Erika's fingers, and at once point even her nimble tongue. Erika's soft cheeks went a soft pink at this. Augusta's lips were one of her best features, next to her eyes. They were, unlike her board-like body, full-bodied, and the colour of red apples.
Erika put away the bottle, and smiled softly at Augusta.
"What?" barked Augusta, who hated being stared at even when she was not naked and bound.
"Nothing, sweetie. You look incredible, is all I would say".
"I didn't ask, why would I care what you think of me? You look like a sack of potatoes with water balloons for a chest". Not her finest insult but Augusta thought she may hit a nerve somewhere with it. Erika only chuckled however, and began to lift and move her breasts around gently.
"I suppose you're right, I was never built like you even at your age. I've always been soft-bodied. But I suppose it matters less when you have these". She jostles her tits around, causing Augusta to look away in shame and revulsion. "I know you just despise busty girls, envy of course. It's part of why I'm the one stood here now, telling you about how I used to break up relationships back in school because of them. D-cup at 14, you know?"
"So what, I'm meant to be impressed that because you have a fat chest you slept with a bunch of horny teen boys in school?! At least I can go for a run without hitting myself in the face with those tumours."
