I finally found the full text of Mrs. Goodwhip et son esclave and am translating it! Part 2.

m, but I felt a painful discomfort in my anus and at the base of my buttocks. After the bath, I was taken back to the bed, with a few fewer bandages. Then, on the doctor's orders, my thighs were spread wide and my feet were tied to the lower supports of the bed. Despite my protests, my arms were also tied at right angles on my back. Tied up in this way, I could only lift my torso slightly, my rear end being firmly wedged in its hole.Kin-fo then approached a rocking chair, settled himself in it, and, while rocking indolently and fanning himself, as any Chinese person is accustomed to do, gave me the following little speech: "My dear boy," he said, "I am going to have to teach you a few unpleasant little things, and I beg you not to be too deeply affected by them. Be philosophical and accept the circumstances as they are. First of all, you should know that, while in Frisco I am a doctor dressed and educated in the European way, here I am invested with other important functions. I am the chief executioner, and your two nurses are two of my six assistant executioners. »Hearing this horrible revelation, I let out a cry of terror. Without paying attention to it, the Chinese man continued calmly: "Furthermore, you should know, you reckless young man who so foolishly fell into my trap, that in addition to my duties as chief executioner, I also take care, for my personal benefit, of the shaping and training of Sian-Kon, that is to say, young men destined for pederast prostitution. In China, we have special schools that train these young and interesting individuals. From the age of five to six, the kids are prepared and trained there to put their valuable rear to good use. It is for this profitable vocation that I have been preparing you since you entered here. If you prove to be very docile and skillful, I have no doubt that, thanks to my methods, you will become an accomplished subject. If not, we have all the necessary means here to soften rebellious and insubordinate characters. As I usually only handle one training at a time, I am able to give all my attention and care to yours. Unlike the breeders in my country who prefer to train Sian-Kon from the youngest age, I specialize in dealing only with subjects aged fourteen to twenty. I believe that it is preferable to only make them "work" from the age of puberty, because their anal parts are firmer then. You will easily understand later why I prefer to operate on subjects with hemorrhoids, like you. This infirmity greatly facilitates the transformation and beautification of the anus, and at the same time increases the sensitivity of the entire area. So know that you no longer have hemorrhoids, but, in their place, a vagina of living flesh, where you will find the same source of pleasure as a woman. »I could only respond to this despicable speech with a sob of shame and fury. Looking at me with disdain, the vile character then stood up and left me to brood over my degradation.I remained lying there, overwhelmed and without strength. I now felt that I was hopelessly in the hands of these wretches, with no chance of escaping them. How would I have done it anyway? I couldn't walk, I didn't know the exits from the underground, and if I fled into the city, I would have been quickly caught. On second thought, my fate seemed even better than that of the other white males interned in this Chinese city. From what I had been told in Frisco, most of them had to work hard in the quarries and at the water pumps, and they were, moreover, blinded to make any escape impossible. And I thought, with indignation, of the betrayal of my Chinese colleague at the bank, who must have been a supplier of victims for this den. So I resolved to keep quiet for the time being and wait for a favorable opportunity to escape. Once above ground, I would be able, with the help of the police, to find the doctor and his accomplices. I still hoped that, once back in Frisco, it would be possible for me, with the help of an honest surgeon, to repair the damage done to my poor body. Perhaps they would succeed in restoring it to its original state! Unfortunately, the rest of my wretched adventure showed how unrealistic my hopes were.The very next day, a new phase of my odyssey began. Early in the morning, Kin-fo and his assistants entered the room and, without further explanation, made me take a bath. Then they carefully shaved all my hairy parts, except for my head hair and pubic hair. Once this was done, they coated the shaved areas with an ointment which, the executioner claimed, would make any future growth impossible. Furious at being thus deprived of my budding mustache, of which I was proud, I protested, struggling as best I could. Then, without saying a word, Kin-fo had his assistants hold me and gave me a few resounding slaps. When, red with shame and pain, I lowered my head, he said contemptuously: "A Sian-Kon has no right to complain about his masters!" »Soon, I was overcome by a rather high fever due to the effect of this anti-capillary ointment; it lasted several days. Nevertheless, every morning the same application was repeated on my weakened body, and this for ten days. My scars were now completely closed, thanks to skillful dressings and prolonged rest. Because of my liquid diet, which was still ongoing, my stomach had become hollow, which was exactly what the doctor-executioner wanted. "A high-quality Sian-Kon," he said, "must have a young girl's stomach, smooth and hollow rather than full." Around the beginning of February (I had already been captive for a month), my executioner announced a change in my diet: "Little cutie," he said to me, rubbing his hands and addressing me informally for the first time, "from now on, the radical transformation of your body will begin. Everything we've done so far has been just preparation. The hollow state of your stomach and intestines will allow us to give a graceful shape to your waist, which, like that of any Sian-Kon, must be a wasp waist. This kind of young calf, naturally, must aspire as much as possible to resemble the female model. It is also for this purpose that I grafted onto your hemorrhoids a superb vagina from a strong and healthy young sow. With the healing and the definitive rooting of the graft, you will experience special erotic sensations. You'll tell me about it, you little rascal! What will also help give you a feminine look will be the change in your voice, which you can make masculine or feminine as you wish. I operated on your vocal cords cords for this purpose, and you'll thank me later." While giving me these abominable explanations, the character sneered in a way that I found sinister.So, I couldn't help but ask him, in a voice trembling with restrained emotion, what else he intended to do with me. He answered me with a medico-technical speech, which proved to me his perfect knowledge of these matters:"You will understand, my little one," he said, "that the less food one absorbs, the less the stomach and intestines have to work. By depriving them of diligent work for a longer or shorter period of time, they eventually shrink and gradually diminish. This is precisely what I want to achieve in your case; your food is measured out for this purpose. We will only achieve a truly slender waist and a harmonious stomach by this means. In addition, two of your lower ribs, on each side, will also have to be pushed in by pressure to give your waist the desired slimming effect. To this end, we will, from now on, mix a new drug with your food that will soften the bones and joints of your body. We will then also be able to reduce your extremities, which are too coarse and masculine. If this drug does what I hope it will, we will have taken a nice step forward in your transformation. »At first devastated by these terrible revelations, I was seized by a sudden rage and, despite my still weak throat, writhing on my bed in pain, I began to curse the wretch with all my might. I shouted the worst insults at him, threatened him with the American police, and demanded my immediate release. But my helpless anger only made him laugh, and he continued, raising his voice: "Easy, young citizen of New Orleans, there's no need to scream like that. Remember that it is of no use to you here, for you are entirely in my power. On the contrary, you should be grateful to me for having spared you in this way until now. Nothing prevented me from performing all these operations on you without putting you to sleep. You must know that executioners do not have this habit with their patients. Such is human ingratitude! We are treated well, pampered, and we thank you with insults. But I will prove to you that I can change the way I act towards you! I see that your throat is better, and that you can speak loudly. I wouldn't mind seeing if, when you scream, your voice has become feminine. »Exhausted by my fury and my efforts, I closed my eyes without answering. But he continued:"Also know, loudmouth, that I could very well make you a eunuch, like your nurses. That would not have prevented your rear from working. But, for reasons you'll understand later, I prefer to leave your sex circumcised, reserving the right to reduce it little by little. We are now going to put you in a corset to help reduce your internal organs." While Kin-fo was speaking, the two assistants had prepared everything for the new tortures he wanted to inflict on me. The operating room, in addition to my bed and the bathtub, contained a number of devices whose purpose I could not understand. This is where all the vicissitudes of the martyrdom I was subjected to took place from that moment on. An infamous place where, through even more infamous practices, they made me a vile and despicable being.At a sign from the executioner, his assistants seized me and, despite my frantic resistance, carried me to a fixed bar in a corner of the room. They tied me, with my hands closed, to this bar, so that my body was suspended four inches from the ground. With my feet tied to prevent me from wiggling, to prevent me from wriggling, the weight of my body accentuated the length and slenderness of my hanging waist and hollow stomach. Then Kin-fo approached, holding in his hand a specially shaped corset made of shiny steel. He wrapped it around my distended body, exactly above the hips, up to the base of my breasts. This corset was lined on the inside with a spongy fabric that absorbed perspiration and increased adherence. It closed at the back with screws that could be tightened as desired – as, unfortunately, I was soon to discover. Ruthlessly compressed in this vice, I began to whimper, claiming I could not breathe. To which the executioner replied, laughing: "To be beautiful, you have to know how to suffer. Besides, we have only tightened the first notch, considering your state of general weakness. You'll see many more later." Choking, I opened my mouth to take in as much air as possible; I could hardly speak anymore. Without paying any attention to my anguished sighs, the assistants untied me and put me on my feet. Breathing shallowly and with difficulty, I tried to take a few steps, but soon I fell to my knees from weakness. Then Kin-fo, who had equipped himself with a short strap of oiled leather, thick but very flexible, grabbed me by the hair, which had grown quite long since my captivity and was styled in a Chinese ponytail. Despite my desperate resistance, which was greatly diminished by the discomfort of the corset, he dragged me to the middle of the room. Putting my head between his thick legs, he lifted and clamped my steel-clad waist between his thighs. My head and the front of my body, which were heavier, leaned towards the ground, on which I was forced to lean with both hands so as not to have my head upside down, while my entire