Tall and imposing in her charcoal BDU's, the guard walked down the corridor with the poise and composure of a trained, self-assured combatant. Only two things diminished her visage of absolute authority: her beauty, which rivaled that of an amateur model, and her bare feet. Both her exceptional looks and lack of footwear were conditions of her employment, stemming from policies that fiercely discriminated against unattractive women and mandated that all workers go barefoot.

Severna Strickland walked just ahead of her security guard. In contrast to her employee, she wore sharp, stylish business attire and stiletto heels. But like the guard, she moved with an inherent air of authority. She reigned over her workers and everyone else who entered her domain. No one dared question, confront, or oppose her--at least not for long. To enter her presence was to be dominated by her, willingly or not.

The two women stopped before a reinforced steel door. An eye-level placard announced that the room beyond it was Laboratory C-3. Severna nodded, and the guard scanned a keycard to open the electronic lock. After hearing the hollow thud of receding bolts, the guard pulled the door open for her superior.

Entering the lab, Severna strode past several workstations and consoles towards the back wall. The guard followed behind her. At the far end of the room, two more similarly attractive female guards who were dressed (and unshod) the same as the first one, stood at the ready. Each held onto one arm of a woman standing between them.

Severna ignored her workers and stopped in front of the held woman. She eyed the captive leeringly, and a wolfish grin spread over her coldly beautiful features.

"Dr. Jessica Walton, I presume," Severna said.

"Yes, that's right," Jessica said.

Diminutive in stature, Jessica had pleasantly feminine curves and long wavy hair that framed a lovely face. She wore a pantsuit and high heels, the latter raising her up to almost average height.

"Were I being polite, I would tell you that it is a pleasure to meet you," Severna said. "But the truth is, I don't care about you at all. I want to meet Her."

"Her? Who is Her?" Jessica asked.

"Don't play coy, Doctor. You know who I'm talking about."

"I assure you I don't."

"What will it take to bring Her out? Fear? Anger? Pain? Any of those would probably work. But I think pain would work best. Shall we go with that one? Pain via torture? Yes, I think that would do it."

Severna indicated an alcove set into the wall. It housed an oversized chair that looked like the offspring between scientific experimentation and BDSM. Jessica eyed the chair warily. With effort, she kept her composure, but she couldn't fully hide a loud swallow.

"Look, I don't know how you know about the Fury," Jessica said. "But clearly you do know about Her. And that means you must know what She's capable of. If you bring Her out of me, you'll have to deal with Her, not small, weak, harmless me. I'll be gone. She takes over. She'll be enraged, incensed. She is raw, vicious power incarnate. For your sake, leave Her bottled up inside me where She belongs."

"How sweet that you're concerned for me. And yes, I know what She's capable of. That's why I want to meet the Unstoppable Fury. I have met many superheroines and tamed them all. She is my next conquest."

"She's hardly a superheroine. And you can't tame Her. No one can. People have tried. They've all failed, and some have died."

"I don't fail. Ever. I will control Her."

"But you won't. You can't. It's impossible. Trust me. Please, just trust me."

"No, my dear doctor, you trust me," Severna said, with venomous impatience. "I will control Her. I have my methods. They are infallible. Now, I've wasted enough time arguing with you. It's time to bring out the beast inside you. It's time to meet the Fury."

"No, please! Please!"

At a nod from Severna, the two guards lifted Jessica and carried her over to the chair. It had a contoured shape and a slightly reclined back. The armrests and individual footrests both jutted out at a 45-degree angle. One guard placed Jessica into it, while the other secured her with restraints comprised of flexible, metallic mesh bands that wrapped around her wrists, waist, and ankles.

Once she was restrained, the guards stepped away from her, giving Severna a clear view of her captive. The large chair overwhelmed the doctor's small figure, while its bonds told of a perversely sinister function.

"Please, you're making a mistake!" Jessica pleaded. "This won't end well! I swear it won't!"

"Relax, Doctor. I'm not making a mistake. Everything will go just fine. Oh, and you needn't worry. I'm not going to torture you."

A look of puzzlement crossed Jessica's face.

"No, my dear," Severna continued. "Torture isn't my thing. Control is. I'm going to control the Fury by doing what no one else has ever tried: controlling you. I know that you and She are not two separate entities. She is simply a manifestation of your mind given physical form. You are correct that trying to control Her after She is unleashed is foolish. Well, I am no fool. By controlling you, I will control Her before She ever emerges. I see that you don't understand. Don't fret about it. All you need to know is that very soon, you're going to go to sleep. When you awaken, everything will be all right."

Still not understanding, Jessica shook her head. Severna turned away from her and addressed the guards.

"Leave now. Don't return until I call for you."

"Yes, Mistress," the three women said in unison, then hastily exited the room.

Severna turned back to face her subject. Jessica had begun struggling within the chair. Despite the flexibility of the restraints, they held fast, giving her no chance of escaping.

"Finally, we can begin," Severna said.

As she spoke, she pulled out her phone. Then she tapped a button on it, as a crocodile smile grew upon her face. But the grin immediately faded, even as a mechanical hum sounded from within the chair.

"How could I have forgotten?" Severna mock chided herself. "Such a small detail, but oh so important."

She approached the chair, stopping just before Jessica's spread legs. With one hand apiece, she scooped off the doctor's shoes, leaving the captive woman's bare soles exposed.

"Much better!" Severna said, her smile reforming. "Oh, and what delicious feet you have, my dear. Pretty, petite, and curvy, just like you are. I wonder how the Fury's will compare."

She ran a perfectly manicured fingernail slowly up Jessica's instep, causing the helpless doctor to shudder and giggle. Spurred on by the reaction, Severna wiggled all of her nails across the foot. Jessica squirmed and laughed. Then Severna took to the other foot in the same way. The doctor all but shrieked with laughter.

"Perhaps I'm just a bit into torture," Severna said with wicked glee. "But time is short until your nap, so…"

She stopped the tickling and took a step back from the chair. Jessica sighed in relief.

But then the doctor remembered that she had other things to worry about: Behind and above her head, a panel in the wall opened. From it emerged a translucent, domed helmet on a mechanical arm. It moved rapidly out and down, until it hung just over her. When it entered her upward peripheral vision, she gasped in fear.

"No! No!" she cried.

The helmet descended in a controlled plunge, covering the top of her head down to the bridge of her nose. Inset LEDs began pulsing with light, while micro-transistors whirred rhythmically. Jessica's eyes widened. She repeated her cries and struggled uselessly against her bonds.

After ten seconds, Jessica's protests grew weaker. In another ten seconds, they grew even more feeble. By the time 30 seconds had passed, she had quieted, and her eyelids began to droop. Soon, her eyes closed and remained shut. Her only movements then were twitches of her hands and feet in time to the helmet's rhythmic noises.

Severna watched her subject intently for several more seconds, then tapped another button on her phone. In response, the helmet lifted slowly off of Jessica's head and receded back into its housing.

"Jessica, can you hear me?" Severna asked.

"...Yes," Jessica said slowly, her eyes staying closed.

"Good. Now, listen to me very carefully: You are mesmerized."

"I am mesmerized."

"You must obey me."

"I must obey you."

"You must do whatever I tell you."

"I must do whatever you tell me."

"You will not feel anything--neither sensation, nor emotion--unless I say so."

"I will not feel anything--neither sensation, nor emotion--unless you say so."

Severna had surmised that an inability to feel fear, anger, or pain should keep any accidental transformations from occurring. That would allow her to instigate the change on her own terms.

"When I say the word, 'begin,' you are going to physically become the Fury," Severna said. "But only physically. Your mind will not change. It will remain your mind, not Hers. And it will remain mesmerized and under my control. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"You will address me as Mistress. Do you understand that and what I just told you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I understand."

"Excellent. Begin."

Jessica let out a wavering groan. She began to tremble. Her cheeks grew flushed, then the flush spread out across her face and all over her body. The red deepened and, like an old TV set having its tint changed, began shifting to green.

At the same time, her bones and muscles began expanding. The chair's restraints stretched along with them, maintaining their integrity despite a noticeable thinning of the mesh. Her clothes did not fare nearly so well, though. Her jacket, shirt, and pants split at every seam as her physique continued to enlarge. Soon, she had burst through everything but her underwear, which had partially ripped and now barely contained her enlarged form.

Severna watched the metamorphosis in awe. She had witnessed many extraordinary things, but she had never seen such a sight.

When the transformation had completed, Jessica--or rather, the Fury--completely filled the chair. Her arms and legs still bore their bonds, and her expression remained one of sedated calm. Though now an immensely large being, she still had the same basic facial features and body proportions as before. She was just as gorgeous and sexy as she had been, provided one wasn't put off by a jade hued giantess.

Severna wasn't put off at all. She drank in the sight of the bound, barefoot, sexy colossus of a woman before her. As she did, a sigh of arousal escaped her lips. Tentatively, she reached out and ran a fingernail along the the Fury's massive instep. As before, the flesh felt soft and supple, though now there was brick-like firmness beneath the skin.

"Can you hear me?" Severna asked.

"Yes, Mistress," the Fury said in a quietly guttural voice.

"You are still mesmerized."

"I am still mesmerized."

"You must still obey me."

"I must still obey you."

"Stand up out of the chair," Severna said, taking several steps away from the entranced titan.

With no discernible effort, the Fury rose from the chair, ripping through the restraints as she did. Severna nodded, impressed.

"Come to me, slave."

The Fury moved forward. She towered over her mistress, who was not a short woman herself.

"You are too tall. Lower yourself."

Severna watched as her slave knelt.

"Lower."

The Fury got down on all fours.

"Follow me."

Severna walked back to one of the workstations, followed by the now crawling giantess. She pulled out a chair, and then sat down in it.

"My feet are tired and sore. Massage them."

"Yes, Mistress."

Much as been done to her minutes earlier, the Fury scooped off both of Severna's stiletto heels. Then with gentle firmness, she squeezed, kneaded and rubbed her mistress's bare feet.

"Mmm. Delightful," Severna said. "But I want more. Worship me."

"Yes, Mistress."

The Fury lowered her head and brought Severna's feet up to her mouth. She then began a regimen of impassioned kissing, licking, and sucking. Severna smiled and moaned in pleasure.

"That's good. So good. But I still want more. You don't need both your hands for that. Use one of them up here."

Severna unbuttoned her pants. Unwilling to stop her commanded foot worship, the Fury nodded her compliance. Then she reached up with one hand and began wiggling her fingers down into Severna's panties. Moving deftly and carefully so as not to injure her mistress, she quickly found all the right areas and motions to elicit the best response.

A few minutes later, Severna let out a final, protracted sigh.

"Stop, slave," she said. "Back away from me."

The Fury did as she was told, crawling backwards a few paces. Severna stood, buttoned her pants, and stepped back into her shoes.

"Kneel and look at me."

Rising to a kneeling position put the Fury at eye level with Severna. From there, the slave stared attentively at her mistress.

"I'm going to give you some post-hypnotic suggestions. When you are awake, you will follow them to the letter."

"When I am awake, I will follow the post-hypnotic suggestions to the letter."

"Whenever I speak to you, whether you are in this form or that of Dr. Walton, your suggestibility will increase, making you want to do whatever I ask or tell you.

"My suggestibility will increase, making me want to do whatever you ask or tell me."

"Anytime I say the phrase, 'Attend me, slave,' you will immediately return the mesmerized state of submissiveness and obedience that you are in now. Repeat the phrase to me and say what it will do to you."

"Yes, Mistress. The phrase is, 'Attend me, slave.' It will immediately return me to the mesmerized state of submissiveness and obedience that I am in now."

"Excellent. And finally, whenever you awaken from being mesmerized, you will neither remember going under, nor anything that happened while you were in a trance."

"I will neither remember going under, nor anything that happened while I was in a trance."

"Now, when I snap my fingers, you are going to transform back to Dr. Walton. You will remain mesmerized and obedient. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Severna snapped her fingers. Instantly, the startling metamorphosis she had witnessed before began happening in reverse. Soon, Jessica's diminutive form knelt in front of her.

"Stand up, slave," Severna said.

Jessica complied. Severna took out her phone and called her guards, telling them to return. Then she hung up and addressed her slave.

"When I snap my fingers again, you will awaken."

A moment later, the three guards entered the room and walked over to where Severna and Jessica stood. Severna acknowledged their presence with a nod, then snapped her fingers.

Jessica blinked and shook her head.

"Hm? What? What happened?" she asked in confusion. "Oh, no! My clothes! You did it! You made me change into Her! Did I hurt anyone? Did I...kill anyone?"

"Relax, my dear doctor," Severna said. "Everything is fine."

"Oh. Everything is fine," Jessica said calmly, acting on but unaware of her newly wrought suggestibility.

"Take her away," Severna said to the guards.

With a compliant Yes, Mistress, the guards escorted Jessica towards the door. Severna turned to watch the doctor's nearly naked figure walk away. The sight pleased her, and she decided that brainwashing one woman in order to gain control over two very different but equally sexy people had been an excellent idea.

More ideas on how she would play with her new two-in-one toy formed in her mind, bringing a predatory smile to her face. The thoughts kept coming, and the grin remained for quite some time.