The Bride

In the bar I had sat uncaring, watching the beautiful people meander past. I
was feeling sorry for myself . My girlfriend had left me for another man.

Well she had left me for a variety of reasons.

I was alone. About to be apartmentless. I was in no mood to talk. The
bartender had already asked me a thousand questions about my situation, but I
figured that was her job. I wanted nothing to do with women that night.

But SHE sat down next to me, a beautiful girl wearing some incredible
shoesthat I had been staring at. SHE said the words which would tie me to
her tree:

"Wanna try these on?"

I thought I had misheard her. Maybe she meant seats. I stared at her
uncomprehending. And she was so attractive-short dark hair in heavy bangs,
a large pair of lips, and pale sharp features, enough to wake me up. She sat
in the stool easily, wearing a long leather coat, just a pair of legs and
those impressive heels sticking out the bottom.

"Excuse me?"

She said, "I think I know your problem, and I think I might have the answer."

I tried to laugh her off. I smiled stupidly. Shrugged. I felt hot with
acute embarrassment.

She looked hard at me.

She said, "Maybe I am wrong."

I said something like, "About what?"

She said, "Never mind."

She stood up, she was tall, taller than me maybe. Even without the heels.

And her coat fell open. And I looked up at the most perfect pair of breasts,
breasts that were stretching a tiny grey sweater to its limits. The sweater
curved around the breasts like a second skin, embossing her nipples. The
light caught the fabric, mohair maybe, and she was framed in a halo of fuzz.

She watched me closely.

I was stuck in a mass of desire. She leaned closer. The heat overwhelmed me.
Her dull brown lips were over my right ear, the sweater was right below my
chin, the fabric tickling my senses.

"Come with me."

I followed her home, never questioning my directions.

She stopped in her hall way, smiled.

She said, "Close your eyes, I think you are going to like this."

I closed my eyes, as she opened her door.

She took one hand and led me forward.

Strong hands grabbed my other hand and both my arms were wrenched behind my
back. A thin sweet smell struck my nostrils. I opened my eyes at the last
possible moment to see another woman slip behind my back, and bright heavy
manacles closed around my wrists.

Someone kicked the back of my legs, and lifted my hands above my back and
there I was on my knees, in front of the sweater woman. Pain shot through my
joints, and I started to cry out, but something stopped me, maybe shame,
maybe the fact that my arms were jerked even harder, up and forward, forcing
my head to the floor.

The sweater woman in front of me took a step forward; all I could see were
her shoes, high heels, platforms. I winced with the pain, until the sweater
woman said: "Lisbeth-this is not the way we agreed."

Someone else, the person holding my manacled wrists above my head, hissed in
displeasure. There was a moment when I thought my shoulders would break,
then the pain stopped, my wrists dropped to the floor, and I looked up. The
sweater woman stood above me looking down concertedly. I twisted my neck
around, to see the person behind me, and I caught a glimpse of a rail thin
woman, dressed completely in some sort of shiny rubber fabric; she had dark
skin and sharp Asian features. I turned back, my mouth around the words, an
irate response, but she was right there, in my face and the obscenities
caught in my throat.

"What are y-?"

"You are here because you want to be here...because maybe this is what you
want."

"What?"

She took off her leather coat, turning to place it on a chair. As she bent
forward slightly I caught a glimpse of thighs where her stockings ended under
her tight knit miniskirt.

She turned back smiling down at me. Her breasts from the floor looked so
large, so beautiful under her tight grey sweater
.
"Well", she said, "let me ask you this-do you like what I am wearing?"

I stared at her open mouthed, my throat suddenly dry. I nodded.

She squatted down in front of me-staring hard into my eyes.

"Lisbeth-undo his wrists."

A lock turned, and my wrists were free. She took my hands and placed one on
her breast. I felt the soft fabric, and my penis grew hard. It was that
easy. She breathed in my ear. She said, "Do you like me?"

I nodded. She stood up slowly. I started to stand up, but she shook her
head, placing her hand lightly on my shoulder. Slowly she raised her skirt,
stretched it out in front of her, pulled it up slightly. I watched
mesmerized. She twisted her body, arching her back. Her skirt lifted,
revealing what I thought was her grey pubic hair for a moment, but it was her
sweater, it was a bodysuit, it fastened between her legs. She stretched the
skirt away from her body, leaning in towards me, and then the skirt was over
my head, and I was in the darkness, next to her mohair crotch, the bare skin
of her thighs touching my cheeks. I ran my hands up her legs feeling the
stockings underneath my fingers. But she stopped me, shoving my face hard
into her crotch. I breathed deep and reached for the snaps of the bodysuit,
but she stopped me, lifting her skirt and backing away, shaking her head. I
was so hard it hurt. I started to get up to follow her, but again she
stopped me, keeping me on my knees with her hand.

She bent forward, her breasts tugging at the weave of her sweater. She
smiled.

"If you want to stay, you will have to obey all of our commands. Do you
understand? Otherwise, just stand up and walk out of here."

I looked at her uncomprehendingly.

She straightened up, taking her hand off my shoulder. "Either stand up now,
or accept the changes we make."

I burned with fear, shame. I could no more rise than if I weighed two tons.
My skin burned.

"This is your last chance. After this, you are ours."

My head dropped forward. I could not move, I...surrendered.

Looking back now, I realize that was the most sublime moment of this whole
experience.

But the moment lasted just that long. The woman behind me, Lisbeth, laughed
this hard little laugh, and finally decided to speak.

"We could have just taken him Brook, it would have been easy."

The sweater woman, Brook, smiled back. Lisbeth and Brook. They would be the
devil and the angel on my shoulders, except they were both more like devils.

Something snapped around my neck, a hard collar of leather, with some sort of
metal locking device. Lisbeth yanked me to my feet. She was right behind
me, and I could see her out of the corner of my eye, a thin sharp body,
coated in a form-fitting catsuit of rubber or latex. She hissed in my ear,
"Take off your clothes."

I turned to her, and she was stunning, like an entirely different species. I
mumbled the words, asking her if she meant all of my clothes. She looked
hard at me. Brook stepped forward, and told me that I was never to question
their commands, and at no time was I to address them without using the words
Mistress or Madame. She said that I would learn. And then Lisbeth slipped
something over my head, a harness of some sort, with a rubber ball that
filled my mouth, and would effectively keep me from talking. It was a ball
gag, as I would learn, and it fastened behind my head, the straps traveling
horizontally and vertically across my face. I breathed through my nose,
suddenly frightened, as Lisbeth cinched the gag tighter, spreading my mouth
around the obscene red ball. The taste of rubber filled my mouth. Lisbeth
hissed at me again, and I quickly stripped.

When I stood naked in front of the two of them, naked except for the collar
and the ball gag, they walked slowly around me, looking me over like they
were appraising a car. My penis was soft and they looked at it carefully,
embarrassing me further.

Lisbeth manacled my wrists in front of me, and they led me into the
bathroom. The next thing I knew I was chained to the shower rod, my arms
above my head, and they were both coating me in a rich, creamy gel. I tried
not to breathe as they both scraped their razors across my body, stripping me
of all my hair. My muffled protests were ignored.

Halfway through Lisbeth brought out a syringe, which I did not see until she
had plunged it in to my ass. I reacted immediately tensing up, but she
deftly pulled it out, smacking me on my stinging ass cheek. I pulled at the
cuffs, they did not budge. I screamed but the ball gag muffled my yells.
Lisbeth grabbed my almost soft cock and griped it hard. That silenced me,
and the desperation of my situation sank in. I watched horrified as they
scraped away what little body hair I had. Even my balls were not left
untouched, and they shaved my pubic hair into the form of a small triangle.
Next Lisbeth took most of my hair off my head leaving only a short layer
there with her electronic clippers. At this I could have cried. I felt so
naked, as they shaved my armpits, my calves, even most of my eyebrows. Then
they turned the water on me and I was rinsed.

Lisbeth removed the ball gag, and I toweled off my smooth body. I felt the
air in a new way, my skin expanded, goosebumping me. She reached my crotch
and her cool dry hand shot out and attached itself to my penis. I stiffened
immediately.

"He will change easily at least", she said, pulling on me abstractly. I felt
myself get harder. LIsbeth and Brook continued to look me over remarking on
my features, my slim frame, my large lips. They didn't seem to notice how
hard I was, or the fact that I was breathing heavily. Lisbeth eventually
released me, and the way she looked at me I could tell she really did know
what she was doing to me. She looked hard into my eyes. She whispered one
word to me, "Slave".

I was taken into the bedroom,still naked, where I was measured, inspected,
forced to walk up and down, until they seem satisfied. Then Brook opened a
closet door, a huge closet full of clothes and a chest of drawers, and said,
"Now get dressed."

I looked at each of them confused, then back to the closet. I pulled through
a few of the hangers, and there was nothing but dresses. The chest of
drawers also was full of women's clothes. I turned back to them, even more
confused, but in the back of my mind I was beginning to understand.

Brook asked me what was wrong. I said they only had clothes for a girl.
They waited in silence. I stood there stupidly. Finally Lisbeth grew
impatient. She reached into the closet drawer and pulled out a pair of black
tights. She threw them at me and told me to put them on, and I could tell
she meant it. I drew them up my legs, stretching the weave over my newly
shaved legs. As I reached my crotch I felt myself growing hard. I grew hot
again with embarrassment, but there was nothing I could do. The material
pinned my hard penis to my stomach. I could hardly look up at the two women.

Brook said, "Why do you think we chose you? We knew you enjoyed this, these
clothes. And you have been chosen for a worthy cause. Now tell us how you
want to dress, how you want to serve us."

She stood up, and ran a casual hand over my penis. Through the stretched
fabric it felt like a cool breeze. She leaned against me and the soft fabric
of her sweater brushed my skin. I still could not look at her.

"Say it and we will make you very happy."

I swallowed, my throat suddenly very dry.

"Do you want to wear this?", she asked, "Do you want to wear my sweater?"

I nodded.

"Say it."

I whispered the words, "I want to wear your sweater."

"You will wear our clothes. You will be our slave."

I answered again, "I will wear your clothes. I will be your slave."

Another door closed.

The next few hours were a blur, they forced me in and out of a dozen outfits,
pulling the clothes this way and that. They actually asked me what I liked,
what turned me on. I rolled latex stockings up my bare legs, and felt them
adhere to my smooth skin like glue. I tried on a dozen bras and false breast
forms, and I was shown how to wear heels, and how to walk. Finally Lisbeth
brought out an elaborate leather and lycra corset, with straps and buckles at
the waist and a strap that went between the legs. She fitted me into the
pliant material and began to tighten it around me, cinching my waist in by
several inches. Something cold and metal touched my sensitive nipples as she
fit two enormous breast forms into the cups. My nipples hardened against the
cold. Then she asked me to bend over and she undid the strap between my
legs. First she slipped some sort goo onto my penis, and then fit it through
several loops in a fold in the fabric. And then she dribbled something wet
and slippery on my exposed asshole. I was told that that hole should always
be clean, extremely clean, and I would be punished if it was not. Then
something thin and rubbery entered me, my cock stiffened, and Lisbeth snapped
the strap back into place. Something was inside me, and the loops around my
dick tightened as I stood up. She gave a another tug, and the buttplug
pushed deeper. She attached garters to the rubber stockings on my legs, and
then fitted me into a pair of spiked heels. The heels, the corset and the
butt plug forced me to bend at an odd angle, forcing my fake breasts out in
front of me.



"Walk", they said. And I stumbled around getting an encouraging word from
Brook, an angry look from Lisbeth. I almost had it, and then Lisbeth
tightened a strap at the back of the corset, attached to the collar I wore
and MY back was suddenly ramrod straight. The buttplug nestled inside of me
another few inches, and my penis slipped back and forth, always half hard. I
turned around and caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror, and I was
astounded. I looked like a model getting dressed, a leggy model, or more
like a prostitute walking the street, even more so when Brook fitted a bright
blond wig on my head, cut in a pageboy. It fit snugly against my cropped
hair, and when I tilted my head down and looked out, I resembled a coy
hooker looking for a date.

Lisbeth handed me a red red lipstick, and I painted it on in a trance. She
smiled at that, my unconscious feminine reaction. Brook dabbed some light
green eyeshadow across my eyelids, and patted my face with powder,and I
watched the mirror, as I emerged each second as a beautiful woman.

"She's almost ready" they confered behind me. I stood mesmerized by my
reflection. They whispered, giggling. Then Brook told me to raise my arms,
and I saw her bring a soft sweater forward, pale angora, the worm on my hook.
She dropped the sweater over my arms, carefully pulling it past my wig and
makeup. It was darkness, and the sweet smell of the angora, and then I was
staring into the eyes of this beautiful blond, wearing a soft sweater over a
slightly angular but very feminine body. The sweater was tight and ended at
my waist, just the bottom of the corset was visible.
I was in ecstasy. I reached down to touch my stiff penis, in bondage beneath
this corset, and as I ran my hands down the sweater I thought I would cum.
In fact the sensations sweeping over me were tremendously powerful, like
nothing I had ever felt. I reeled backwards towards the bed, trying to sit
down. The two women laughed. I fell back, grinding my ass against the bed,
trying to get the butt plug deeper inside me. I could not bend forward to
see the picture I must have made, but it did not matter. My hands ran back
and forth over my body, my every cell concentrated on this sexual feeling.
Belatedly I realized that something electric was stimulating my penis, my
nipples too, some sort of low current. Maybe even the buttplug, but the
thought vanished as I bucked my whole body forward trying to fuck myself. I
felt an orgasm building, until something tightened around my cock, and the
waves of pleasure stopped. I looked up dazed, at the two women standing over
me. They wore pleased grins, and I noticed that Lisbeth had some sort of
control in her hand. I was in agony suddenly, the sudden cessation of
pleasure was more than I could stand.

I begged. I asked them, "please." Lisbeth rolled me over, and spanked me
hard on my ass, driving the buttplug deep inside of me. I Screamed, moaning,
"please, please." She hit me again, and Brook pointed out that I should
speak with a woman's voice as I was now a woman, and without hesitation I
moaned a high pitched "please." They laughed, and asked me what I wanted. I
answered again in this humiliating voice that I wanted to cum, that I wanted
to feel the pleasure.

"Lisbeth do you think he wants to be fucked?"

It was as if they were playing a game, and I squirmed on the bed, saying yes
I wanted to be fucked, then begging for them to fuck me. Something released
inside of me, and I felt my whole body shake with desire. Lisbeth released
the rod from my collar, and told me to stand up. I did, trying not to shake
on my heels. She barked at me get on my knees, and I did without hesitation.
Every time I followed her instructions another wave of pleasure washed over
me. She smiled, fixing a harness around her waist. When she turned around
again, she had a huge realistic dildo hanging off her flat plastic waist.
What do you want to do, she asked, and I hesitated as she waved the huge
dildo in front of me. Instead of pleasure, the loops around my penis
tightened. I looked at the obscene cock head swaying in front of me, and
then I opened my lips and took it in. The pain immediately stopped to be
replaced by pleasure, and the faster I sucked the better I felt. The next
thing I knew I was eagerly using my hands to guide the penis into my mouth,
it was the best thing I could do. Lisbeth finally pulled it away, and I
mewled in disappointment. It was all I wanted, to please her. Brook came up
behind me, and swiveled her crotch into my face. The sweater bodysuit was
unbuttoned, and her dark pubic hair was staring straight at me. She smelled
so much like sex already, I lunged forward my hands groping for her ass.
Again the pleasure stopped, and Lisbeth stepped forward to reprimand me, but
Brook stopped her. She pointed to her shoe and I fell to kissing it,
anything to maintain the pleasure. Lisbeth pulled my hands behind my back
and wrapped something soft around my wrists. I moaned, as I kissed my way up
Brooks ankles. She allowed me to kiss her thighs, then pointed at the dark
spot beneath her vagina, where her juices and sweat had gathered, to hang off
her long pubic hair.

Without any hesitation I rimmed her, tonguing her asshole, never her
clitoris, opening my mouth to her grinding motions. Finally she had me pinned
on the bed and was taking all of her pleasure from my mouth. Lisbeth was
busy strapping my ankles to the corners of the bed, then my wrists until I
was spread eagled, unable to move. Brook finally stood up, breathing
heavily, and the pleasure was almost too much for me. I looked up at her
breasts heaving under the tight gray sweater, and I think I may have cum, but
the bonds around my penis kept me from feeling it. Then Lisbeth fitted a
sort of VR helmet over my head, two monitors right in my eyes. One monitor
showed me spread eagled, a beautiful blond in a tight fuzzy sweater, writhing
in pleasure. The other monitor flashed images of oral sex, tantric sex, anal
sex, all sorts of sexual congress, couples and more, having sex in an
incredible variety of positions. The images sped up and as they did the
pleasure increased. Headphones suddenly cut out the sounds of my own moans.
And then a penis shaped gag was thrust into my mouth and I immediately began
to suck on it with all my might. Something was actually oozing out of it,
something salty and sweet. I felt the buttplug swell, the tingling in my
groin increased, and suddenly I was bucking with the most incredible
orgasm...I have always exploded whenever I finished, but this was unreal, my
ass tightened around the buttplug, I screamed. And the most incredible thing
was that it did not seem to stop. I still felt the sexual urges, I still
wanted to suck the cock in my mouth, coaxing drops of what I thought was cum
into my mouth.

I dont really know how long I lay there, squirming with pleasure, pushing,
pulling, trying to free my hands. Once or twice the penis gag was removed
and I lapped at a dildo or someone's butthole. I think now that I may have
been like that for a day. Maybe more. The most incredible part of it, and
the most important, was that after a while I started to hear words beneath
the heavy silence in the headphones, and slowly a long set of sentences
formed, a litany, about pleasure, and service, and servitude. I did more
than memorize it, it was embedded in my brain. It was long set of commands,
what I should and should not do, and most importantly what would bring me
pleasure. I was being told that my one purpose would be to serve those
around me, sexually and otherwise. Keywords were fed into my brain, words
that would trigger responses in me. Some of those commands were so bizarre,
and I know that some were inserted by Lisbeth, some by Brook. For instance,
the sight of any sweater, the sound of the words angora, cashmere, had the
immediate response of making me sexually active, which generally meant
offering myself to someone. Brook it turned out was a sweater fetishist, or
she perceived that aberration in me; Lisbeth inserted the commands
associated with bondage, with absolute servitude, and a couple others that I
would learn about later. It was like those words soaked into my brain,
dripping with pherohormones and testosterone, to become organic switches, and
I could do little to stop them. I must have finally fallen into sleep, a
sleep so full of sexual dreams it was almost indistinguishable from my waking
moments.

When I woke up I was naked on the bed, naked and undressed. I stretched
lazily. Immediately I felt the urge to get up and get dressed, and without
even thinking twice I climbed into an incredible costume: a waist cincher
that pulled my waist in seven inches, a set of patterned tights, like a wide
weave fishnet, a fake training bra, and then a dress that was so tight and
shiny I looked like a feminine eel. I easily fit my feet into the waiting
four inch heels, and then pulled a hood over my face that secured at my chin
and neck, and had a long blonde ponytail attached to the top. I fixed my
makeup like a pro and I swayed into the other room, to find Lisbeth sitting
at the table drinking coffee. She smiled at my appearance. A voice spoke, a
high beautiful voice, and it was mine: "Mistress."


Lisbeth was happy, so happy with me that she donned a silver cat suit with
an attached dildo and fucked me right there.


My life had changed to say the least. I was fucked, but more often I was
forced to service these two creatures in a variety of measures, or simply to
dress in bizarre and often humiliating costumes and walk in front of them. I
shopped with them, through the mail, and finally outdoors, in seedy lingerie
shops, and dark little fetish stores. I was still not passing, that is to
say I still looked like a transvestite more than I looked like a woman, but
whatever it was I was being fed was definitely changing my body. My hair
grew back slower and slower, and my skin had taken on a soft rounded
appearance. I was still strapped into the pleasure corset every night, and
the images danced in front of my eyes: soft penises, hard penises, men
moaning in ecstasy, and I sucked away at the penis shaped gag in my mouth,
bucking with orgasmic energy.

I rarely even felt the ability to question their instructions, and only once
did I get in any trouble. Brook brought a man home one night, an average
looking guy, and I was told to suck him off.
I was dressed in this crazy latex outfit that made me look like some sort of
animal, and I could tell the guy was getting off on how I looked, but the
look in his eye reminded me too much of the look in my eyes before I had
changed,and I faltered. Lisbeth immediately raised her hand to smack me, but
Brook stopped her. She turned to me and said, "Go put on something else, put
on the sweater dress." And I followed her orders, they all followed me into
the bedroom, and when I pulled the soft sweater dress down over my curves,
some of which were me, some of which were padding, I could do very little to
stop myself from sucking this stranger's penis. I wanted him to fuck me but
they stopped the whole thing, and Lisbeth buckled me into a pair of elbow
straps, and a bondage helmet, and left me on the floor for the night.

Finally my two mistresses, my two teachers began to pack their clothes, all
the clothes I was forced to wear, and also finished tying up the loose ends
of my life, which obviously was no longer mine. My bank account was closed,
papers were signed, jobs were notified. I was too busy teasing my short
hair, fixing my make-up to notice. And then it was time to go. Only I
wouldn't be walking. They dressed me in an elaborate bodystocking, and then
injected me with several new drugs, as always, in my butt. Then they dragged
a huge man shaped case out of the back room, a sort of cello case on wheels.
I began to feel woozy, and as I lost focus I realized they were going to put
me in that case - the foam was cut into a curved feminine shape. I was
strapped in, bound tightly in a cocoon of silicate fabric. I felt something
inserted up in side of me, and something fixed over my penis, which began to
throb immediately. I felt the lid close, as I was already blind under a
punishment hood. The gag in my mouth dripped liquids, sweet and salty, and
just as I felt myself lifted upright, I felt the faint prick of needles in
various places in my body.



I am happy to say I was unconscious for however long the trip took, but I am
sure that I was alternately injected and fed a strange series of chemicals
for at least a fortnight. The case that I was in kept me immobile, while an
automated series of injections pricked me in my hips, my ass, my legs, my
chest, even my penis. It was not painful, it was more like being bitten by
an endless and methodical swarm of mosquitoes. Anyway I was oblivious as I
sucked unconsciously on the tube in my mouth.

And when the lid finally was opened and I emerged sweaty and weak, my body
had changed completely. My breasts had grown, I mean my own breasts, to
34D's, and my hips had swollen out. Even my hair had grown, I barely
recognized myself. Lisbeth and Brook were also surprised; evidently the
cocoon had never been tested before, and the results were better than they
had hoped. Or maybe it just worked well on me. My breasts were larger than
they had ever hoped, and felt taut with all of the skin stretched firm around
my big nipples. I stared down at them, dizzy and nauseous. Below the globes
of flesh, at my crotch, my penis swayed, half hard from the journey. Then I
think I fainted. With the combination of hormones and psychoactive drugs
racing through my body it is a wonder I awoke at all.

When awareness returned I was lying in a bed with clean white sheets, and I
was naked under them. I lifted them carefully and stared at my body. If
anything my breasts had grown since I emerged from my chrysalis. They lolled
against my chest like huge water balloons. The swelling had affected my
nipples too; they looked like small brown corks. I reached for my penis and
felt its reassuring weight in my hands. Had it grown as well? It certainly
felt big. I looked around the dim room, all white walls and wood furniture.
It smelled like a clinic, or a health spa.
I got dressed in the plain clothes I found in the closets, not what I was
used to after my training, but I enjoyed pulling the plain white sweater down
over my enormous breasts, feeling them stretch the cotton knit. The tan
shorts were too baggy to be exciting.

But then Lisbeth walked in, took one look at me,and burst out laughing. In
seconds she had me dressed like a Hollywood hooker, and I was SO eager to
please her, to please anyone, especially a man. I wondered, as Lisbeth
dragged me down the corridor, if that meant I was now a woman.

Unfortunately it seemed like everyone in this place was a woman. All I saw
were females, dressed in the plain sort of clothes I had just tried on. They
stared at me in horror, but laughed when Lisbeth twisted my miniskirt above
my crotch. Every time she showed the world my cock I felt miserable, like I
was only half a person. And here especially, where everyone was the same, I
had to stand out.

My boobs strained against the sheer bodysuit Lisbeth had chosen as I was
pushed along the hallway. My heels clattered on the hard floors, and I
stumbled a time or two. Lisbeth did not care. We passed any number of rooms,
some sleeping quarters, some laboratories, and no where did I see a man.
Until we finally came to a large red door. Two impressively-large women
stood in front of the door, and both wore uniforms, military type uniforms,
and they carried guns. What was this place, it was like an entire world,
ruled by women?

After a moment, Lisbeth had to work to get the cuffs off my wrists, I was
pushed through the red door, and onto my knees. This room was different, it
was a sort of throne room, the floors were covered in plush carpeting, and
the walls were lined with television monitors. And there, sitting on a big
chair, was a man, a very handsome man, wearing only gym shorts. He looked
down at me with curiosity.

Lisbeth spoke up, keeping me on my knees with her boot:

"This is a woman for you Arthur. We all decided your desires would
ultimately bring down the colony, you know destroy the great experiment, and,
as we need you, this was our solution."

Arthur smiled. He said, "Thank you sister. That is...thoughtful."

I looked up at him. He was Amerasian, maybe forty, hard to tell his age, and
he seemed completely at ease with his surroundings. As if he was never
surprised. Somehow I knew that he was in charge here, but he was also the
only male in the...colony, and that was a dangerous situation.

Lisbeth stood me up and pointed me at Arthur. She whispered in my ear, "Go
on, you'll have fun. Arthur's crazy about sweaters too."
Then she was gone.

And the word burnt into my brain, through my spine, down, filling my loins.
My cock stiffened under the miniskirt, in the little pouch formed by the
bodysuit. I wondered if that would surprise Arthur, as I clawed my way up to
his chair, feel at his feet, and began to kiss his thighs. I felt him harden
as he entered my mouth, and then he was moaning with pleasure as I showed him
everything Lisbeth and Brook had taught me.

I imagined he would be surprised, by my cock. Somehow I knew it was there
to remind him that I was not a woman, he was fucking another man, not one of
womankind. But my desire would keep him interested. It was what I was
trained for. I felt him twitch and moan under my touch. Especially if he
liked sweaters.