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Little Susie
by Little Laurie

He'd heard the sentence, but he had not believed. The system had taught him to take joy in the pain of others. The little brat was a convicted criminal after all, she deserved to suffer. Now, when he was just doing as he had been taught, they were punishing him! What was wrong with the stupid system!

After a sleepless night in the holding cell, he was brusquely awakened. "Get into this robe for your rejuvenation!" snapped the guard.

Samuel got up slowly, and even more slowly stalked over to the little man. "I think you want to rethink that. In fact, I think you want to let me out of this cell and let me use your hovercar. Understand?" He flexed. Enough said.

The little idiot backed slowly through the door. Samuel followed, making sure to violate his personal space. But the instant the guard stepped out, he slapped something on the outside wall. An alarm began to ring.

Samuel bowled over the guard and dashed into the hall.Immediately he was lost in a series of twisty little corridors. The goddamn alarm kept ringing and ringing. Shouts echoed through the halls.

Suddenly, he realized that he was back where he had started. Good grief! The place was a warren. On the theory that this would be the last place they would look, he ducked behind his door. He was breathing hard, actually panting! Samuel took a great deal of pride in his large and well-trained body. But this was more than exhaustion, it was...no, it was NOT fear! He was the one who made others fear. He was the hunter, not the hunted.

Suddenly, the big man's head twitched, and he sniffed. Then he was barreling down the corridors, frantically trying to stay ahead of the soporific gas. This time he found the exit...but the plasglass gate had already come down. He could see a great many Corrections officials on the other side. The cowards had evacuated, then gassed the place! They couldn't fight him! No one could. He was strong! He was Samuel! He was...falling asleep.

It took half an hour to clear the gas, and another to lug the inert body of Samuel to the rejuvenation chamber. "At least he'll be easier to carry soon!" wheezed one of the guards, resting for a moment before seizing the massive leg and plodding on.

It was with great satisfaction that the four guards finally staggered to the chamber door. And with great horror as they realized they would need to get Samuel up on the table.

It took twelve of them.

But the restraints were buckled, and they galloped out the door, intent on being the first to get a beer. Just as Samuel began to buck.

"It takes four hours to get over that stuff!" gaped one of the guards.

A nurse came in to sedate the thrashing man for the rejuve. "All of you on top of him!" she barked.

They took a certain amount of vindictive pleasure from this. Just one more of the benefits of this job, another chance to throw your weight around on the poor helpless criminals.

Samuel struggled back to consciousness, grimly determined to beat every last one of those miserable cowards if it took him a thousand years. But as he opened his eyes, he realized that something was wrong. He felt different. The restraints, for one thing, which had been cruelly tight, were now very, very loose. And as he began to sit up, he realized that his hard won muscles had been irrevocably lost. And his legs felt odd...his dick was gone! He was a girl!

In the second before he burst into loud and prolonged sobs, Samuel vowed that he would have revenge on the system that had trained and encouraged wanton cruelty, carefully instructed him on how to obtain the most pain and anguish with cold calculation and no sympathy whatsoever for the victim, then turned on him for perpetuating their lessons. And now that cruelty would be turned on him. He'd make them pay, he'd give them some of their own medicine, the horror that was a little Penny's life. Sitting on their high horses, disposing of people's lives at the barest whim, with no idea what it felt like to be a Penny, to have everything stripped from you, even your dick, even your NAME. Well, he'd let them know.

Because, of course, now he was going to find out, in great and exactingly cruel detail, just what it felt like to be a Penny.