The Rose Diaries Ch. 17

Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on "forced") feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression.

I hope you do enjoy this chapter if you decide to continue reading. If you do enjoy this chapter, please leave a comment/feedback and let me know!

Act 2 will have fleeting moments of intense physical violence. I will give more warning when it is present in the chapter. It is in general darker than Act 1.

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There was an odd peace to seeing the opulent manor once more. He had spent so much time dreading it, running from it, and yet it was still here. Though, Peter Baker had hoped that he would never see it again, he still had to face his reality. He focused his eyes on the mansion and scanned it from window-to-window for any signs of life. Aside from a few lights, the rest of the house was pitch black. It was as still as it always was.

Blackstone Manor was disgustingly beautiful. From the managed hedges, where brightly colored flowers bloomed, the soft green grass that surrounded the building, to the large wooden door and the meticulously sculpted pillars that flanked it. It was a fairytale home stranded in a nightmare. A bubble of serenity that hid absolute malevolence. It was the gilded cage by which he was trapped. Countless rooms, several floors, and all the ornate and richly decorated interior that stretched as far as the eye could see. All of it that made the grounds of this detestable prison.

He didn't have time to appreciate the finer details nor the long driveway that descended back into the wild evergreen sea around them. Instead, Miss A. simply gave a small sigh of relief as she ascended the steps with him in tow. Her long almost golden hair neatly coiffed and placed in long elaborate braid. She wore no face of hatred, malice, or sadistic glee. Instead, she had calm eyes and a peaceful demeanor. Even her touch was simply a light hold to direct rather than order him forward.

Her perfectly manicured hands touched the handle of the door and she gave another small little sigh as she pushed the door open.

His personal hell welcomed him back with open arms. On the steps stood an array of his brothers and an array of his captors. His brothers in this tragedy wore bright white smiles and an assortment of pastel lingerie showing off their deformed bodies.

Long torturous days had transformed each and every one of them into smiling, glassy-eyed toys. He could see that now. Each inch of their face, each wrinkle, or blemish was all that contained lifetimes of sorrow. He did not know what they had used to look like. But he could only guess that it was far different than hourglass shaped, silky soft, and feminine monstrosities before him.

The Misses were different. Demons that roamed the decadent halls in search of their next victim. Bored, uncaring, and nearly unflinching bastions of cruelty and beauty. They stood elevated above their prey ever looking down upon them. He gazed at the assortment of them catching only the curious glance or baleful stare.

Strangely, his personal keepers were missing from the group. He did not spot Miss K.'s regal and commanding presence nor the chaotic sadism of Miss R.

There were only two Misses who did not seem to look away from him for a moment.

Miss P., the ginger-haired and dainty monster who gazed back with a smile. She carried herself with the fluidity of a dancer and the charisma of a model. As if she stepped from a cover of a fashion magazine, she wore a monogrammed pink silk robe that bore the sign of Venus over her heart and a pair of snow-white bunny slippers.

Miss T., ever the enigma, gazed past and through him. Her brown eyes piercing right through him. She carried herself with confidence and held an almost narcissistic aura around herself. As if every movement, look, or expression simply screamed that she was better than him. Her form was draped with an over-sized graphic t-shirt of what appeared to be some sort of band named "Crimsen". A gloriously red dragon curled around what appeared to be some sort of galaxy. She gave him a small gentle smile as she caught him staring back.

In a flash, the room sprang into life as both Misses and girls, captors and prisoners, and predators and prey cried out:

"Welcome home, Doll!"

He took a small step back in surprise as Amanda Stone gave a small round of applause with a laugh. She nearly glided past him on the airs of her own smug satisfaction at her collection of tortured souls.

"Such a lovely greeting, Doll!" Her smile wasn't even real. There was nothing about her that seemed real. All of her being was hidden under a shiny veneer of sincerity and charm. But he knew far better than to underestimate Amanda Stone. Miss K. may have been the devil, but Amanda Stone was Satan herself.

She may not have swung the whip, but she reveled in the power and the profit of the lash. He could not describe in words of the burning vitriol and hate that he felt in his core for that woman. For the torture, the pain, for all of it.

Zoey, her little imp, crept from the shadows and emerged at her mistress' side. The small mousey girl was still dressed in her little pantsuit and carrying her tablet computer. As the other's blinked back sleep from their hazy eyes at this late hour, Zoey was as alert and awake as ever.

"Good morning, Amanda." She smiled. Always the little busy worker bee kissing up to her queen.

"Good morning, Zoey." Miss A. gave her a disapproving look as she scanned her from head-to-toe. "Why aren't you undressed?" She shook her head with a sigh as she finished her thought.

"Well-"Zoey went to speak but Miss A. simply held up her hand.

"Never mind I know the answer." She interrupted.

"There's work to be done!" Zoey narrowed her eyes down at him. "Some more than others."

"Leave her alone, Zoey." Miss A. shook her head. "She's had a long time away from here."

"Fine." She nodded. "Welcome back, Doll."

"Yeah." He muttered. "Thanks."

"Alright!" Miss A. clapped her hands together and very quickly the hall became still and silent. "I just wanted to thank you all for being up at this god forsaken hour to welcome us back home. Please ladies, go back to bed and have a wonderful rest of your night." The Misses were the first to quickly ascend the steps with the girls in tow. She snapped her fingers and laughed quietly to herself.

"Sorry!" She called out to them. "Lily! Lavender! Please remain behind." He watched as James and Dennis gave each other concerned glances before nodding and returning back to the ground floor. He noticed Miss T. was barely moving from her spot still staring deeply at him. Watching him. Waiting for something.

"Yes Miss A.!" They both spoke as they gave a small curtsey.

"Doll, there's some new house rules that we will go over tomorrow. But until then, relax and enjoy your evening." She smiled as she stepped past him. "Girls, please watch Doll this evening. Lavender, I trust you have room for two guests?"

"Yes, Miss A." Lavender nodded. "I do."

"Good. Tara, would you mind escorting the three of them upstairs?" Miss T. nodded at the request as her entire posture changed. She wiped the sleep from her eyes, stood up completely straight, and nearly skipped down the stairs.

"Of course." She nodded. "Have a good evening, Amanda."

"You as well Tara. Have a wonderful rest, girls."

"Good night, Miss A.!"

"Good night, Miss A.!" Lily and Lavender both sung as they gave a small curtsey. Miss A. simply laughed as she walked away and upstairs.

"Ah my beautiful docile little girls." He heard her chuckle. "Thank you." Zoey gave him a short curt look before running after her Mistress' heels. The four of them watched them leave then a hush fell over them.

"Girls, why don't you leave us? I'll be up with Doll later." Miss T. turned to the two of them.

"S-Sure." Lily nodded. "Come on Lavender." He wanted to say something, to call for them, or to even chase after them but he knew it was a mistake. Instead, he kept his mouth shut as they too vanished into the darkness of Blackstone.

He didn't know how to approach Miss T. How to even talk to her. Was she as cruel as Miss K. and R.? Or as cunning and mean as Miss P.? He knew that she was Lavender's owner. He knew that she kept Lavender in line.

"Doll." She spoke. She had a calm measured way of speaking and she spoke in the same tone as one would to a child. She had a regal accent that screamed upper-class, yet she didn't carry herself as Amanda did.

"Doll." She spoke again. He nodded as felt the sourness of uncertainty bubble in his stomach.

"Y-Yes." He squeaked out.

"Have we ever spoken together?"

"Yes." He nodded. "Before I left."

"No, in that dark dungeon doesn't count. I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of talking to you."

"Oh." He muttered. "It's good to meet you too."

"Is it?" She narrowed her eyes. "Because to me, it seems like you just want to get away from me."

"I-"

"Or is it death that you wish upon me?" Her tone changed. He took a step back as she stroked her chin in thought.

"Miss T." He begged as stared daggers at his every movement. He could feel a coldness sweep across him as he began to sweat.

"Don't." She placed both her hands behind her back. "I can see you."

"I don't understand!" Peter yelped.

"Obviously." She rolled her eyes. "You are violent, a troublemaker, and I want you to know, Ms. Doll, that I have my eyes on you. The Twins have been my pet project for years now. You are chaotic element and I will not have you disturbing their harmony."

"I-"

"I'm not finished." She growled. "You may bed my Lavender, you may love my Lavender, but you will not corrupt her head with ideas of selflessness and sacrifice. Her body may belong to Miss Stone and Blackstone. But her mind is mine."

Peter could only nod. He bit down on his tongue to keep from lashing out. He could feel it now. The pure malevolent force that Miss T. represented.

"You don't really believe a word that you say. It's all lip service to you, isn't it? Let's see how far down I have to drag you to get you to tell me the truth, Doll."

"I'm not lying." He nearly whined. "Miss T., I don't even know you that well. Please, I don't mean to offend you. I just want to go to bed."

"Bed?" She scoffed. "You really don't get it, do you?"

"No, I don't." He sighed. "Please, Miss T."

"I look forward to seeing you struggle, Doll. I look forward to watching you bleed, scream, and cry once again. Even if it's the last words you speak, I will pry the truth from you. Now, curtsey and wish me good night." He nodded as he tried to give her what she wanted. He didn't know how to curtsey. So he just sort of bent his knees a little and gave her a small little dip.

"Good night, Miss T."

"Pathetic." She growled. "Get out of my sight."

Peter did not need another second before he was nearly running up the stairs to get away from her. The long twisting maze of Blackstone was nearly committed to memory. Peter scrambled from floor to floor navigating the dark corridors by almost feel alone. On the third floor, he nearly stumbled forward as nearly hit the open halls of the bedrooms they were assigned. His feet knew the path he had walked before to Lavender's room.

From his right, he heard movement and then in a quick flash of pain, he found himself on the floor. It wasn't long before he felt someone push his head firmly down into the carpeted floor. He grit his teeth as he tilted his head to the side to catch a glimpse of movement.

A ray of moonlight caught the shadow in full view. She was young with short cut strawberry pink hair and mossy green eyes. A light blue t-shirt trailed far past her waist and she wore nothing of note on her body. He could see two other shadows from behind her. Her face was a perfect picture of rage and fury.

There was no doubt in Peter's mind that this was a Miss.

"Don't you fucking move." Her voice was coarse and rough with an almost stereotypical New England accent. It was certainly not the regal tone of Miss T. or the charming calm voice of Miss K. It wasn't even the manic glee of Miss R.'s. He nodded his head but found that only angered the mystery woman further.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut around my girls, bitch." She growled. "Around all of our girls."

"Okay." His voice was muffled by the sheer amount of carpet fibers he was currently almost eating.

"Katey can't protect you forever." One of the shadows spoke in an almost whisper. "So remember that the next time you prance around alone."

"If I hear a single word from Tulip about you, I'll beat you until you piss blood." The pink-haired Miss spoke clearly.

He nodded again.

"Fuck this little playdate of yours too. You're going to sleep right here on the floor like you belong."

"But Miss A.-" He tried to protest but found her stepping harder on to him.

"Oh, trust me, she couldn't give less of a flying shit about what we do to you."

"Don't move an inch." He heard the other shadow speak up. "Or we'll be back."

"Sleep tight, whore." The Miss spoke before releasing him from under her foot. He waited until she left before he shrugged and flipped himself over.

"Joke's on you, bitch." Peter whispered to himself. "These are some really comfortable floors." He laughed at his own joke before closing his eyes.

It didn't take more than a moment before he found himself drifting off to sleep once again.

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Morning came as it always did and with it yet another day of misery for Peter Baker. This morning it was the dull aching pain in his bones from his idiotic resting place. The plush carpeted floor was comfortable enough under heel but after an extended stay, he could safely say that he wouldn't trade it for a bed.

"This is an odd choice, Doll." He grimaced as he heard Miss A.'s voice from above. He opened his eyes slowly. She looked down at his sprawled-out form with curiosity. From nearby, he could see Zoey tapping away at her tablet.

"Perhaps she passed out?" She offered not bothering to look up from her screen.

"Let's hope not. What happened here?" He slowly stood back up to his feet before stretching his tired muscles.

"I was told to sleep here." He groaned as he heard his elbows crack as he stretched.

"By whom?"

"Don't know. Some Miss."

"What did she look like?"

"Pink hair and mean."

"Diana. Oh, that makes a lot of sense." Miss A. laughed. "Zoey?" She smiled warmly at him before turning back to her friend.

"I'm already on it." Zoey muttered as she continued to play with her tablet. "Should we return to Doll's room?"

"Yes. I feel the conversation will have more weight there than in a simple hallway." Miss A. nodded as she turned and walked past her friend. He shook his head as he followed her lead quickly. Miss A. walked glacially slow as if she was simply strolling through a meadow rather than proceeding down the hall. He gave a small exasperated sigh as he stretched again.

"Can we get on with it?" He groaned.

"I suppose we could." Miss A. smiled. "Doll, it's no secret that you've been less than ideal since you came into my house."

"I'll say." Zoey added.

"Hush Zoey." Miss A. chuckled. "So, I sat down with the owners over the past week to create an action plan for you."

"An action plan?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes." She nodded. "Something to keep you preoccupied and progress in a rate that is both beneficial to you and to Blackstone."

"Sounds like a lot of fun." He rolled his eyes.

"It's work and it won't be entirely pleasant. But I realized that I made an error in my treatment of you since you got here. I've been treating you as if you are something special." She sighed as she shook her head. "But in reality, you are anything but. I should've treated you like any other girl who walked into my house."

"That's very comforting, Miss A." He tried his hardest not to wretch at her disgusting words.

"Have I ever explained the point system, Doll?"

"No." He shook his head.

"It's a form of reward/punishment that the owners keep track of. You earn points for doing good things. For keeping up with lessons, working with a smile, and so on. You lose points at an owners discretion for doing things that displease them. Lavender, a perfect example, is the holder of the most points. She has the ability to spend these points on various material goods and even perks. Understand?"

"Yes." He grumbled. Their walk felt like it had taken years off of his life but when he finally came to the door with his own name on it. He couldn't help but feel a wave a relief wash over him. Yes, the soft-pink interior made him want to claw out his eyes. Yes, that gigantic bed held more negative memories than positive ones. Yes, it was still a prison.

But it was familiar, and it was his. But most importantly, it meant that perhaps Miss A. would be content to just leave him alone until Miss K. or R. would arrive. He watched as Zoey turned the knob and pushed the door open.

His eyes widened as all joy or relief faded quickly from him.

Every piece of furniture, every pillow, and every that wasn't the floor itself was gone. His room was barren as if he had just recently been robbed of everything he had been given. The vanity mirror and its towering number of cosmetics had vanished. His closet doors were sealed closed. The table, chairs, and magazines were gone. But most importantly, his comfortable bed was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, a large cage sat in the middle of his barren room. There were no pillows, no blankets or even lining inside. He took a step forward as he couldn't believe his eyes. Miss A. on the other hand was simply content to look on with a smile at his displeasure.

"Where?"

"Gone." She answered strolling past him to the left hand-side of the room. In place of his couch was an easel in which a schedule was proudly displayed.

"What is this?" He growled.

"This is your life." She simply continued to smile as she read over the schedule. He narrowed his eyes as he did the same.

Weekdays: Wake Up and Get Ready, Eat Breakfast, Feminization with Miss P., Eat Lunch, Salon Time with Miss I. and others as assigned, Submission with Miss K. and R., Serve Dinner, Eat Dinner, Shower with Miss K. or R., Bed.

Weekends: Wake Up and Get Ready, Eat Breakfast, then Review, Eat Lunch, Test, Serve Dinner, Eat Dinner, Shower, Bed.

Time in Brothel as Assigned.

"Is this a fucking joke?" He hissed at her.

"No. This is your life from this morning onwards. You will attend your lessons. You will be watched over by a variety of Misses including your owners. Miss P. should be here soon to start you first lesson. Be good and be grateful for this chance." He grit his teeth as he nodded. Far quicker than they came, Miss A. and Zoey left shutting the door loudly behind him. He glanced over at the cage before walking over to it.

He ran his hands across the cold metal bars that comprised the prison before wrapping his fingers around a bar and attempted to pry it off. After a few moments of exertion, her stopped with a scowl and pulled it straight up. It didn't budge even an inch.

"Fuck!" He cursed as he sat down next to it. He buried his head in his hands. He could handle the abuse, the torture, the everything but a cage. He would never give them the satisfaction of seeing him that humiliated and low.

"Good morning, little flower." Miss P.'s voice cut through his thoughts. He raised his head slowly as soon as he heard it.