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True Love Ch. 01

By: LittleTom



I woke up feeling like small sledgehammers where banging out a rhythm from the inside of my brain. I hurt and my mind stumbled from thought to thought, not remembering drinking so much that I'd be in this state.

Tentatively I opened my eyes and winced. The light was way too bright. The windows must be open and my face turned towards the morning sun. Hold on, I couldn't even remember the hotel room. Last thing I had was John and I walking out of customs to find the travel rep.

I opened my eyes again, then despite the pain lifted my head and looked around in shock. There where no windows, just blank concrete walls and bright overhead strip lights. I was laying on the floor, still in the cloths I'd worn on the plane.

I rubbed my head, everything hurt so.

"Stand and undress." A cold mechanical voice sounded from somewhere.

"What? Where am I? What is..." I doubled up in pain, feeling like my body had been doused in boiling oil.

"Do not speak. Stand and undress. If you comply you will be told more, if you don't you will be punished again."

"What? Ah..." I was wracked in pain again. I hadn't been touched, there was no one else in the room. The pain retreated, but my body ached even more than it had moments ago. I'd strained every muscle as the pain flushed through me.

The voice was silent, but the words still hung in the air. Trembling, and uncertain of my own body I stood. I didn't want to experience that again, so slowly I started to take off my cloths. I only had on a t-shirt and jeans, knickers and a simple white bra, so there wasn't much to take off. It was then I found the simple metal band around my neck. It was close fitted and as best I could tell had no join or lock or anything. That must have something to do with the pain.

The room was cool, and I was shivering both with the temperature and the bizarre humiliation.

"Thank you. You and your husband have been taken."

"John! How..." Pain shot to every end of every nerve yet again. I crumpled onto the floor. Slowly it receded again.

"Stand." Somehow I managed to get to my feet. "You and your husband have been taken. You have no choice in the mater. You have been selected to become highly trained body servants for a unique resort." I was about to shout out, but bit my lip. "So long as you comply, do as asked, learn what you are asked to learn you will have a comfortable, even pleasurable life. There will be no violence involved, though the punishment will be used appropriately if you do not behave. You will not be raped, or physically forced to do any act. You must learn and eventually serve. Your husband has been similarly segregated and will be trained separately to yourself. This is part of ensuring your mutual compliance. The punishment from this point on will be meted out to both of you at the same time if either of you disobeys. You may, from time to time, be given short contact with each other to re-assure yourselves of each others safety. This is all you will be told about your state."

"Please open the box in the corner of the room and put on the cloths there."

The room went silent again. My mind reeled with what I'd just heard. It was enough to make me ill, and not enough to really tell me anything. I don't know how we ended up in this mad house, but clearly I was here and I had to assume John was close by in the same predicament.

I went over to the small box and opened it up. Inside was a thin red silk camisole top and a small pair of knickers. It was a lot racier than anything I ever wore. I was an M&S white smalls sort of girl. I loved John to bits, and know he would have liked me to be more daring with my cloths, but it just wasn't me.

Chewing my lip I lifted the weightless smalls up, then with a sad shrug quickly slipped them on. I felt my shoulders hunch, and tried to pull my body in on itself like I had when I was a teenager, all arms and legs and no self worth what so ever.

Then all of a sudden the pain came back. I hadn't done anything! It stopped and I caught my breath.

"Your husband was not complying with a request and you have both been punished." The room went silent, and I stood there, alone and cold. I wanted to talk, wanted to ask questions, but was too afraid of the pain.

Then it happened again. It lanced through me and I knew I hadn't done anything. It must be John! What where they asking him to do? I both wanted to be with and comfort him, and wanted to just shout at him to tell him to do what they wanted!

The pain stopped again. Suddenly I heard John's voice, "Cindy! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Its OK, I'm OK. I'll just do it." Then it was silent again.

"John?"

"Be silent."

I went quiet and just stood in the cold again. Finally a door just opened in front of me. "Go through and meet one of your trainers. She will tell you what to do."

There was a corridor on the other side. It was long, with lots of doors on both side. Scared, I walked out and tried one. It was locked, but further down I could see one was open. Just wanting to run and hide I took step after step until I got to it.

"Hello? Come in, come in!" There was a girl, young, my age, on the other side. She was dressed similarly in a red camisole and tiny knickers. It fit her perfectly, she was very curvy with not an ounce of fat or a single blemish. The room was plush, warm. I walked in and the door closed behind me.

"You must be Cindy? I'm Claire. I know how hard this must be, I remember my training. I'm not allowed to tell you much, so please don't ask. I don't have a collar any more, but we all know we can end up with one back on. You're safe here, don't worry. Just behave and its not a bad life at all."

"I bet you want to clean up?" I nodded, I felt filthy. "Yeah, come on." The room was big, all sort of open plan. In one corner was a big bed, in another a small kitchen. The third held an open very modern bathroom with a big shower, big jetted tub and to my horror an unconcealed toilet and bidet. The other corner held a bunch of exercise gear.

She led me over to the shower and lent in to turn it on. "Go on, get undressed... Oh, you mustn't be shy. Its not allowed. If it helps I'll get undressed too." She suddenly stripped out of her things, showing a far too perfect body. I also couldn't help but notice she had not a single hair on her body. I'd heard about girls like that, but had never seen it. Funny, it didn't really make much more visible from the front, just more skin.

I just suddenly started crying, it was all too much. She came over and gave me a big hug. I didn't return it, but... it helped. She made all sorts of comforting sounds until I settled down. At least I wasn't punished. "Uhmm, you better get undressed. You'll get a bit of leeway to begin as believe it or not the owners don't like using the punishment, but it will be used."

Biting my lip I slipped out of my things. I kept a hand over my breasts and walked awkwardly to the shower. 

The cold voice filled the room. "Drop your hands, pull back your shoulders, walk proudly." I sobbed, but tried. At least the shower was warm and the water generous. Claire fussed around outside, checking in on me a couple times, but mostly leaving me to have a good wash. There were a lot of lotions and potions in the shower as well, and Claire talked me through them. It was a lot more rigorous than I was used to, but when I finally towelled off I had to admit my skin felt great.

She handed me a clean bra and a thong pair of knickers. "Get used to it. We're going to tone that body up into perfect shape and the owners like us all to be on display." Sighing I put on the bra, it fit perfectly though was far smaller and more push up than I'd ever worn. The thong was a very strange feeling. I still didn't understand why girls liked them.

Then she led me over to the exercise gear and started me off on a major workout. It was gruelling, the toughest I'd ever done, but she said I had to. She was really good about it though, always encouraging me, pushing me on. She worked out to, so it wasn't all one way.

Then another shower, this time she joined me. That was a bit weird, but it was big enough, and all we did was bathe. Then, yet different clobber with a bustier and French knickers. We had a light meal, then she led me over to this odd contraption. I think I'd seen them before, it was a sitting thing for doing massages. There was a big massage table too.

"One of the key skills you have to learn is massage. I'm going to start with some simple stuff, then you try out on me." I sat, and the next two hours where... well... heaven. She had such strong supple fingers and got into every ache and knot in my shoulders and neck. I felt awkward when it was my turn, and I know I wasn't as good, but she was really encouraging. I'd always wanted to learn this, so oddly it didn't feel like a hardship. 

When I stopped and thought about it though, there was still a dull ache wondering where John was. Midway through this I was punished again. Not for anything I did, but John mustn't be doing something.

Claire clucked over me. "It can be harder on the guys. Is your man..."

"My husband, John."

She got a funny look on her face. "You mustn't use that word, mustn't think of him like that any more. Call him your man, its easier."

"I don't under..."

"Trust me. Was your man, John, a strong guy?"

"Yes and no. He wasn't big and burly, but he never let people push him around. I miss him so much." I started to cry again, and Claire comforted me as best she could. We continued with the massage lessons.

Then after a while we moved on to make up. I was on slightly firmer ground here, but Claire was an expert, and started talking me through basic techniques for applying foundation getting me to practice on her. I guess it kind of made sense to learn this if I was going to be some sort of ladies maid, but it was still a bit weird.

Then another light meal, then more exercise, then finally, finally she pointed to the bed. "I'll be back in the morning, try to get some sleep."

The door opened, this time not to the corridor, but to a little cubicle. "Its so you can't try to get out. Only one person can fit in and it can only be opened from the control centre. Try to rest, they'll be turning out the lights after I'm gone. Oh..." She looked a bit embarrassed, "Uhmm, don't try to masturbate. That's not allowed, OK?" I nodded, confused and a bit embarrassed she'd mentioned it. I wasn't that sort of girl anyway, so it wasn't going to be a hardship.

She closed the door and the lights dimmed. I turned and lay down on the bed, suddenly crying. I felt alone and in a world I didn't understand and had no control over. I worried about John. I bet he was punished when he was being taught massage. It was one of his few weak spots. He had a thing about gays, some guys did. I can't say I understood homosexuality. I wasn't at all turned on by other girls, but if others were that way, what harm.

I hoped he'd be OK. He was such an independent so and so.

At some point I must have slept as next thing I remember is the lights coming on and Claire brightly asking how I was. The next days were more of the same. Lots of exercise, learning massage, practicing make up technique. Claire and I talked a lot. I learned about her childhood in California, she about mine in rural England. She said she wasn't aloud to say how she'd been taken and was evasive about what it was like outside of here. That worried me a bit, but I didn't detect any fear or loathing, just a quiet acceptance that this was her life.

I got used to her, liked her even. It wasn't her fault I was here, hell she was in the same boat. She was trying to make it as easy as possible, and frankly was just nice. If I'd met her back home we probably would have become friends. I also got used to the cloths, and learned the hard way to make sure I walked straight and tall. Claire had to give me walking lessons after that first day, and I was punished once when I felt all nervous and shy.

I got punished a few other times from John. I missed him so much it hurt sometimes, especially when I was alone at night.

It was well into all this that I noticed something. I hadn't started my period, and though I didn't know exactly how many days had passed, it should have come. I was in a right state when she came in one morning. I blabbed it out and her face went all sad. She took one of my hands and placed the fingers on a small scar just above one side of my pubic bone. I'd never had a scar there before.

"They operated on you when you where taken. You've had keyhole surgery to perform a hysterectomy. Though they harvested some eggs, they always do, you're effectively sterile."

I looked at her stunned. It confirmed my worst nightmares on what this was all about. We never discussed it again, but it was always there lurking in the back of my mind. I felt depressed for days.

Then, I don't know, a week or so later she stopped just before she left one night. "Its going to change a bit tomorrow. There's two trainers though this part. Uhmm, the other one is a guy. Don't worry." She rushed on as I must have looked panicked, "It will be more of the same. He'll act as your personal trainer, will teach you massage and he'll focus on you're learning grooming skills for men, and hair care. He won't touch you any more than I have, and you won't ever be raped or anything like that. He's had strict training and wouldn't touch you unless told, and they won't. I promise! OK?"

I nodded, not at all OK, but what choice did I have? She left and the lights dimmed and like every other night I cried myself to sleep.

Next morning I awoke to a warm deep voice and looked up to find a young man looking down at me. He face was open and friendly, and despite the fact I was barely wearing anything he didn't leer or look down my body but kept his eyes on mine. He was also very young, couldn't have been much out of his teens, or even still in them.

"I'm Darren, your other trainer. You ready to start?"

I nodded, and feeling shy and awkward in a tiny bra and thong, stood. He was also incredibly fit with the sort of six pack stomach I loved in a man and not an ounce of fat or a muscle misplaced. Like Claire he had a near perfect body. As for cloths he had on a small posing pouch, but wasn't at all awkward or shy. Lucky him.

The cold voice sounded, "Stand tall, no shyness. You will have only this warning."

The day started. Despite my worst fears Darren was a gentleman. He kept his eyes to mine. He didn't stare or ogle me, even when I was in the shower. The massage training had moved on from the simple shoulder work I'd started with and we were using the long massage bed.

I was completely tense when he started, but he was gentle, though firm. His technique was flawless, and I found myself relaxing despite myself. When we switched I almost didn't want to touch him, his body was so perfect. I felt like I was betraying John, even though all I was doing was massage. I was skittish, though Darren was gentle with his instructions.

Later, the grooming was on how to exfoliate a man, and how to prepare skin for shaving. That was different, and took my mind off things for a while. 

The day ended and I once again found myself alone in the dark. I felt really low, perhaps the worst I'd been. I hadn't been punished, which meant John hadn't been punished. Thoughts of him massaging some fit girl flashed in my mind. I knew he'd be good, but I desperately wanted his hands to be massaging me! Though Darren had been a gentlemen, had even been infectiously nice and fun, I still felt like I was betraying John by being around him. I didn't help at all that he was so attractive. I don't think I slept much that night.

The lights finally came on and Claire came in all bubbly and happy. More days went by, then more. The punishments for a few days came fairly fast and I didn't understand as what I was learning was innocuous. I asked if I could talk to John, or what might be different. Claire couldn't or wouldn't tell me, saying trainers where deliberately kept apart from the trainers of the other partner in couples.

The almost horrible thing is it wasn't all bad! I liked the things I was learning, found I was pretty good at some of them. Both Claire and Darren where nice people. I would have liked them outside, and found myself liking them inside. Claire was becoming a really close friend, though she couldn't tell me of her training other than saying she'd been single when taken, she was very sympathetic. Darren was just great, though his age came through sometimes. I couldn't talk to him like I could Claire, but then I couldn't talk to John the way I did to my girlfriends. You just didn't with guys did you? Despite his age I found him very attractive. I was very glad he was such a gentleman as it made it easier. Sometimes, though I hated admitting it, I found myself getting a bit hot under the collar when he was massaging me, especially when we started working on legs.

A couple of weird things happened too. One morning I woke up feeling groggy and sore. Claire explained I'd been given a full laser treatment and had been out for over a day. Sure enough I no longer had a single body hair and the few moles I had where gone.

It was then I noticed I was actually pretty fit. I'd lost the little chubbiness I'd had and was quite toned. My skin, though feeling a bit raw, was as perfect as Claire's. Sometime later I also woke up to find my nose in bandages, and in a few days felt a new straight small pert nose under my fingers. It was the first time I'd really wanted a mirror.

Then things started to get a bit weird. Darren stopped me and sat with me on the bed before leaving one night. "I know you've been told you'll never be raped or forced into sex, and you won't. Still, you must have wondered. Sex does happen between us and the patrons. Its not forced, but it happens. From tonight you're going to be shown videos on sexual technique. I know Claire has told you before not to masturbate, and you mustn't. That will get instant punishment. You don't have to do anything, there's no practice or training, but the videos will be pretty explicit and hard to avoid. Remember you won't be forced, its up to you, but they'll make sure you know how to. Understand?"

I nodded, feeling panicked yet again. He smiled, kissed my cheek and left. It was only then that it hit me I'd been sitting there clad in nothing more than a tiny thong. Some times I wasn't given more than knickers, though I was pretty sure this had been the first time that had happened when I'd been around Darren. I hadn't even noticed.

The lights dimmed, then on two of the walls big screens lit up and larger than life a picture of an erect cock showed. A woman's voice started. "I love giving head. The feel of a cock rubbing against the inside of my cheek, the thick filling of my throat, the hot throb when he cums..." It carried on with her talking about the act and the video showing very explicitly what she was talking about.

I sat, stunned, not wanting to watch, unable to turn away. Even if I closed my eyes I couldn't tune out her voice. The changing light from the video wrapped against my eyelids making even that unavoidable. I sat miserable, and... turned on. Though I'd never told him, never told anyone, never admitted it to myself, I liked giving head too.

Thankfully next day I had Claire. I'm not sure I could have faced Darren just then. She was bubbly though thankfully she didn't talk about the video's. I just focused on learning. I got punished twice that day, but not for me. I worried about John, what wasn't he wanting to do?

More days slipped by. The massage was getting into some advanced technique, and I found I had an aptitude for it. I was good at the makeup too, Claire said I had an affinity for the colours. I was OK at things like shaving and doing hair, though it wasn't my best bit.


True Love Ch. 01



The evenings were hard. I had a horrid fascination rivalled by a strong feeling of disgust and a tinge of fear. They were only showing me this stuff so that I would do it. I didn't want to, really didn't want to. I loved John and wanted only to be with him for the rest of my life. Sure I had occasional fantasies about other men, what girl didn't? Yet I knew I'd be perfectly content to die not having had anyone else but John for the rest of my life.

The content stayed specific each night, but changed between nights. That first night had been all about giving blow jobs. Next night was on cunilingus, something I enjoyed getting, but never imagined giving. Again, the narrators were all females talking about how they liked doing it and discussing technique. This all voiced over incredibly explicit videos. Then about how to use your vagina to improve it for guys. I was learning things, that was for sure. I just hoped I would only ever have to practice it on John.

Then sex from behind. We'd certainly done it like that but I'd never imagined how you could use positions and techniques to make it better! Hand jobs, one on men one on women. One which I thought blew my mind on manual massage of anuses, one which blew it more on anal sex, one which completely threw me for a loop on two men on one woman. I'd never even heard of dual penetration before, let alone that it might be pleasurable!

It was all a bit much, but at least the days stayed relatively mundane.

Then another of those days waking up groggy. This time Darren was there, and he woke me up gently, lifted me up and helped me drink. I looked down to see my chest swathed in bandages.

"You've been made a bit bigger." I stared at what looked like huge mounds under the bandages. I'd never though myself small, but had always been quietly pleased I had nice perky breasts. They were a good size without being awkward. Now though I looked to have porn star tits. Tits not a dissimilar size to Claire.

I cried. Darren said nothing, just held me. He won my friendship that day by just being there, not trying anything, just listening and comforting. He was a lot more mature than his years. I was pretty sure from what he said he was definitively in his teens and had been "here" most of his life. Poor guy, I really felt for him not knowing anything else.

Eventually I pulled myself together, and we had a fairly slow day given I was still groggy and in pain. No video's that night and I slept like a log.

Next day I was woken up by Claire.

"Hiya. We need to take the bandages off. I've arranged to be with you for the next few days. Its all going to look a bit bruised and ugly, plus... I've been there..." She helped me take the padding off to show two huge mottled lumps. I had to admit, the shape was there, they where big firm tits. I didn't ask for them, didn't really want them, but there were there. She brought in a mirror and it was the first time I'd had a chance to see myself.

I was stunned, hell I was stunning. I'd never thought myself beautiful, pretty in a simple way maybe, but now! I was fit, trim, curvy, my skin was perfect, my hair long and well kept, and the small changes to my nose and face quite changed the character. I was stunning! I'd never felt stunning and I wasn't sure I knew how to feel stunning. It was a bit shocking!

Again, I wasn't pushed to do much, and Claire gave me a couple really good relaxing massages. Half way through the first she asked me to go on my back, then softly asked something that stopped me for a moment.

"We haven't gone there yet, but I'd like to massage your breasts. It will aide the healing, plus I can use some lotion that will help the skin. Its something I've been needing to teach you anyway, so are you willing?" Though we'd got pretty intimate with the massage, so far it had steered clear of touching anything, well, private. They were sore though, and I trusted Claire.

A bit nervous I gave a tentative "OK." She was gentle, swirling her slick hands over those new mounds. I was a bit shocked at how good it felt. Hell, it felt more than good I found myself having to stop from squirming and chewed my lip to stop from making any sound.

She carried on, and by the time she moved on I was in a right state. If John had been there I'd have jumped him then and there regardless of Claire being in the room! I'd rarely been so turned on other than maybe our honeymoon!

I think she noticed, but didn't say anything, we just went on to do some gentle exercise. Even that was tough. I got handed a pretty sexy sports bra. Though once it was on and holding me firm I was able to relax I was shocked at the spike of sensation I got just from the silky fabric rubbing against my nipples. I'd always found them sensitive during sex. I loved John playing with my breasts or better yet sucking on me, but this, from something so simple, almost made me cum!

Later, she gave me a second massage. I felt worked up before we began, still feeling horny even after the exercise, shower and some make up practice. I tried to relax, but when she asked me to turn over, started feeling horny even before she touched my breasts. Part of me said to ask her to stop, but it just felt so damn good.

After a while her hands moved downwards working my stomach, then hips then legs. Then I went ridged in shock. She touched me between my legs. I had knickers on, but no one other man John and my doctor had touched me there in a long time. No girl had ever touched me there!

"Cindy, relax. You know you need it. Its not sex, I'm just helping you relax." I knew I should protest, knew I should let her continue, but her finger was gentle and she knew just how to touch me. Within minutes I couldn't help myself, I was moaning, shifting on the soft raised bed. She kept her finger at me, just one, just using light circular motions on just the right place.

I came.

When it was over I sat up and just started crying. I felt so ashamed.

She hugged me. "Shh, you needed it, and they don't let us relieve ourselves. There's nothing wrong is there?"

"B...b... but John... Its wrong..."

"Hey, he's a guy, I'm a girl. Do you really think he'd object to another girl?"

I actually laughed. Long ago, in one of the very few conversations John and I had ever had about sex he'd semi jokingly suggested a threesome with me and another girl. No, John would not protest.

"Do you mind that another girl touched you?"

I didn't look at her, couldn't look at her. Was I gay for liking it? I dismissed that thought. I liked guys, hell I loved John to bits. I had needed it, needed it desperately. Claire was a friend and helped me the only way she could given the weirdness of the circumstance. Back in my old life I'd never have done it. Here...

I shook my head slightly. She hugged me again. "Good. We can still be friends?" I nodded, and through dewy eyes looked at her? "Maybe a bit more than friends if either of us needs help?" Me return the favour?

"I... need to think about that."

She nodded, her eyes full of understanding and... yes love. Not love like I loved John, but the love of a girlfriend. Spontaneously I hugged her back, pleased at the relief on her face.

We finished the day off, and she left me to the darkness. For once I was glad to be alone, though immediately a video on how to share a guy with another girl started up. I could have done without that, and thoughts of a threesome with Claire and John jolted through my head. I really really could have done without that!

Next day I found the bruising was already starting to go down. I was in less pain too, at least it didn't hurt quite so much when I walked or knocked those huge things on my chest. We ate, worked out, bathed, then she game me another massage. Without asking she... well... did me again. I didn't protest, and though I felt guilty right after have to admit I didn't feel quite so guilty as the day before. It helped to be fairly sure John wouldn't mind.

Then we swapped places. I did her back, and wasn't too surprised when she turned over, but she lifted up and looked me. "You need to practice the sorts of massage I've been doing with you."

"Uhmm, everything?"

"Well, you need to learn how to do breast massage. The other... its up to you. Just so you know, I expect to be pretty worked up too. I'm... very sensitive up here." She jiggled her two breasts, making me laugh. It broke the tension.

I started on her face, then neck, then shoulders, then... With a deep breath I started to massage her breasts. I'd never touched another girl's breasts before. I shouldn't have been surprised that they felt so familiar, but I was. I was pretty sure she was enhanced, but I certainly couldn't tell. There were no bumps or lumps or things you're told to expect, but then I hadn't found that on me in my furtive self examination.

Her lips parted as I stroked her. As she had with me I worked her nipples between my fingers. That was something I'd never even done to myself and was surprised at how enjoyable it was. I found myself getting turned on too. I certainly didn't expect that, but in truth I cared about Claire. She was a friend and that made it a bit more than a massage.

When I'd done all she had done to me I started working lower. As I had, she had on a small pair of knickers. I bit my lip, debating. Doing her was crossing a bridge I wasn't sure I wanted to cross, yet it also felt wrong not to return the favour. This place was set up to put us in weird circumstances.

Not at all certain of myself I moved a hand down to have her slowly spread her legs. Feeling incredibly self conscious I touched her down there. I hadn't even done this much to myself in my life. I'd been brought up that it was somehow wrong to do it, and when I'd grown out of childhood beliefs the habits held.

Still, I did my best. I remembered what she'd done to me, and heard the words of the video on just this topic circling lewdly through my brain. I kept my touch light but even, kept my motions regular. Her head began twisting, she moaned. I was shocked at how it effected me. I always loved given John hand and blow jobs because I loved seeing him completely lost in the pleasure. It made me feel powerful. I didn't expect to feel the same now, but I did.

She came, and I slowly pulled my hand back, feeling breathless myself. Opening her eyes, she sat up and hugged me. "God I needed that. While we're training we're effectively celibate. It's a state I'm not used to!"

Pointing to the shower I followed her. It... well, was more than our usual shower. We soaped each other up and somehow I found myself leaning back against her, her hand back down between my legs. Wow.

We had three more days of that, and got increasingly close. The next day her hand slipped inside my knickers, that afternoon we kissed, the next morning I woke to find her head between my legs. I quite liked receiving head, though John wasn't so keen. Claire was an expert, and literally sent me to the moon.

That afternoon I took my courage in my hand and returned the favour. I can't say it was going to be my favourite thing, I liked given John a blow job better, but I can't say I disliked it either. We moved from this to a 69. I'd never done that with John!

Before she left that night she sat me down. "Honey, tomorrow Darren comes back. You're healed now, so my excuse has run out. Its on the program for him to also work with you on, well... chest massage. You don't have a choice about that as its not considered sex. You... ah... don't have a choice about him..." She nodded downwards and I felt my face go white. "Its kind of my fault. I shouldn't have took you there as by letting me do it, it means to the powers that be that you're OK with it."

"You mean..." I started to feel panicky again. I hadn't felt panicky in days.

"No no no!" She rushed on, "Not what we've been doing! That's just between us lover!" She stroked my cheek and I felt myself blush. We had become that hadn't we? "But... well... intimate massage is considered part of the offer here. Doesn't mean you get touched, but you have to touch. As part of the training he'll massage you."

"Does that mean I have to give him a hand job?" My voice sounded small and week even to myself. I felt my shoulders hunching in a way they hadn't in weeks.

"Honey, you know he's a gentleman. He won't ask you to, and if you do he'll keep it at just that. I have to say, because he won't, he desperately needs it. Like I said, trainers are kept effectively celibate while they train. He's wound up tighter than a spring, and could really do with some help. You can do it through his pants, but it would do him the world of good. Don't think of it as sex, its not, its massage, part of the service." 

I didn't say anything, was just trying to absorb all this. I knew from day one this was going to involve more than just massage and grooming. If all it meant was a hand job, then I could probably live with myself, though it still felt like a betrayal. To be honest it felt even more like a betrayal because a part of me really wanted to do it to Darren. He was a friend, but I also fancied him. I'd fancied male friends before, and that's where it stayed. This just took it to a bit of a different level.

"Do you want me to be here?" I looked up at her, relief flooding through me. I trusted Darren, but by the same token having Claire here would keep it just that little bit safer.

"Can you? Would you? Oh Claire!" I hugged her, hard. She laughed and kissed me back. Her hand started sliding up the inside of my leg and I giggled into her mouth. As we lay back on the bed it struck me how easy this was becoming, doing it with another girl. I didn't think much beyond that.

A little later she left, and a video started up. This was one on giving blow jobs while receiving sex at the other end. It was a bit shocking to see a girl take on three guys! I slept fitfully that night and had barely remembered dreams that left me disturbed when I woke.

The lights came up to first Claire, then Darren coming into the room. I blushed just thinking about what was going to happen. Claire kissed me on the lips, and good old Darren pretended not to notice as he got some cloths out of the cupboard. 

As I slipped on a bustier he did though, for what seemed the first time I could remember, look down. "Wow. You look fantastic." I blushed, but frankly felt fantastic. Still, it was a bit embarrassing, and I quickly did up the lingerie. Not that it hid much.

We ate a small breakfast, then the three of us worked out together. I was able to do more now, the bruising and soreness effectively gone. It struck me that I really was fit when I was able to keep up with them both and not break into much of a sweat!

Then a quick shower and Claire gently led me to the massage table. I lay down and felt Darren's strong hands begin to kneed my back. I felt my insides convulse just from his touch and all he was doing was working knots out of my shoulders. It would have been dreamy except I was so worried about what was coming next.

Eventually I turned over, but kept my eyes closed. I didn't want to look at him. Part of my mind screamed at me that I should let this happen, but at the same time I knew I'd be punished if I didn't. A part of me deep inside whispered that I didn't really want it to stop anyway.

His touch on my breasts was different from Claire's, firmer more... demanding. He rolled my nipples more aggressively, even pinched them hard. I didn't mind, the pain felt good, made it easier for me to live with it. If he'd been all gentle I think I'd have cried. He kept going, and... I came. I'd never had an orgasm from just my breasts, but I did that day.

It didn't stop, his hands moved down. He... well he teased me. He massaged my stomach, my legs. I knew what was coming, both wanted it and didn't and he didn't just do it! Not for a long time anyway. When his fingers finally brushed against my silk covered mound I exploded in an immediate orgasm. He didn't leave it at that but used his fingers to bring me off to another incredible one.

When I'd caught my breath I didn't look at him, just went and had a shower. I felt dirty, played with.

"Cindy. I'm sorry. I was just trying to make it good for you." Finally I lifted my eyes and he looked awful. He honestly was sorry! That took the wind out of my sails. I didn't expect that at all.

"Its just... I have a husband. If I have to let you do it, then fine. Please just do it. OK?"

"I really am sorry." My heart started to melt and I gave him a sisterly hug.

"Come on kids, its time to change places." Cindy played the peace maker and broke it up. I was still a bit pissed off with him, but it wasn't his fault. This place was made to play games with our minds.

He lay on his front and I began a fairly straightforward massage. It wasn't too bad when he rolled over, as massaging a guy's chest isn't quite so intimate. Claire whispered some pointers, but it was clearly not as sexual as with a woman.

Then I had to move downwards. That just stopped me. Claire took me aside, gave me a hug and whispered encouragement. What stopped me wasn't not wanting to do it, I stopped because I so did want to do it! Just thinking about it was making me wet.

She turned me by the shoulders and moved me forward. His cock was limp inside his thin pants, but somehow I'd avoided really looking at it before. Funny how your mind does things like that.

Looking at it made it stand out in stark relief in my mind. Much as I didn't want to I compared it to John's and found John's wanting. This was a long thick cock, a dream cock, attached to a near perfect body. My knees felt weak. 

Mechanically I lifted a hand and softly dropped it onto Darren's crotch. It twitched, making me jump. I should have expected that. Thinking about what I used to do to John, about what I'd heard and seen in the videos I began to gently massage him. I had to bite my lip when it started to grow in my hand. I loved that feeling.

It didn't take long, I gently stroked him through the thin silk for only a few minutes, not even getting fast, before he made a big mess. I loved that bit even more, but tried not to show it. He looked up guiltily, and jumped off the bed and had a quick shower.

"Hmm, told you he needed that!" Claire gently punched my arm. "Thank you for that, he may not have shown it, but he was desperate. I can't help him when we're training, but I love him so much I can't bear to see him suffer."

I looked at her in shock, "He's your..."

"Brother, yeah." That wasn't what I was going to say. I relaxed, though it was weird. "They like to bring in strange combos. It amuses them. We often work patrons together." I tried to absorb that, and wasn't sure I liked the thought.

We went to make a bit of lunch. More exercise, a bit of work refining my ability to give a man a hot shave, then back to the massage bed. He didn't tease this time, but in some ways it was almost worse. I hated the comparisons going on in my mind, but Darren's technique was masterful for a guy so young. He was firm, even a bit hard, just not too hard. He knew just how to touch a woman the way a woman liked a man to touch her. I couldn't help but remember John's soft touches and how sometimes he just didn't get me there. I loved the guy for it, but had sometimes wished he'd be just a bit firmer.

Damn.

We changed places. I gave him a good hard massage, and he turned over. There is was again, it filled my sight. I felt nervous as a school girl going on a first date, except this was a bit different. I put my hand and felt him twitch and begin to grow. It was hypnotic, I was wet again. I felt Claire up against me, whispering what he liked. I didn't want to know how she knew that, but I did it. It was longer this time. He stayed completely still except for his cock and his whole body getting more and more tense. Finally he came.




True Love Ch. 01



The day ended and the two of them left. As a new video started up I broke down in tears. It was the first night in a lot of nights that I'd cried. I don't know what I felt, shame, desire, complete confusion, humiliation, loss of control. All of it, none of it. What I wanted was John.

I tossed and turned, had dreams I didn't remember, woke up and slept again in an exhausting cycle.

The lights came on, Claire came in. She didn't say anything, just picked up my head, placed it in her lap and just let me cry for a bit. 

"You must exercise." The cold hard voice sounded out in the room.

She gave me a short peck, then we went and worked out. We talked and I found out a bit more about how they'd come here. Taken, they'd been here years. I didn't want to know how many. She didn't go in to details about what had been done to them. I knew what the training was like and she'd said before she'd been through the same.

Later, as we were practicing massage I sighed and started opening my legs as her hand slipped down the front of my knickers. "Do you think you could give Darren a proper hand job, skin on skin?" She rushed on as I clearly tensed up, "I know you don't want to do more, but it would be so much better for him. You know he's fallen for you?"

"No... he can't."

"He does. It's the only choice left us here, who we love. You're the third we've trained. One... well she couldn't cope and killed herself. That was tough. One did fine, hell she fell into it hook line and sinker. You... you've been different. You've kept yourself while bending only so far. He would never do anything you didn't want, but just that little more would mean so much."

"Its not sex, its only a hand job, a massage, but just that little bit of touch would mean a lot to him. You do care for him don't you?"

I lay there, silent as her hand slowly, almost painfully slowly, circled my clit. "Yes, but I'm married. I can't care for him... that way. I can't betray my husband."

"And are you sure you're husband hasn't?"

"Yes!" I had to be, had to be sure of John. Otherwise I had nothing left. "Yes. Oh..." I abandoned myself to her fingers, soon joined by her tongue.

Then, a soft buzzing and an incredible sensation. I jerked my head up to see a cheeky grin on Claire's face as she slid a metal cylinder into me. "Didn't you see the video on toys girls use?" Vaguely I remembered bits that filtered through my depression last night. God! I sunk back and let her go at me.

A little later she showed me a case filled with things that boggled my mind. Vibrators I'd kind of heard of, the far too realistic dildos both fascinated and repulsed me, the balls and strings and other items I didn't entirely understand, and the "butt plugs" scared me. I also just didn't understand what she was getting at as she held up this complex set of straps and rings. She giggled, "Soon I'll show you, OK. Right now, its my turn for a massage. Use this a little later." She put aside a black leather cock. Not too big, it was short and thin. Still, it looked scarily realistic. "They won't let us use the big ones. Keeps us hungry you see."

I felt a bit shell shocked, but pulled myself together to give her a nice deep massage. On turning her over she sighed as I slowly worked on her breasts. "Honey, use your mouth." I will still a bit bothered by some things, but lowered my mouth to lick and suck at a nipple. One of the things I liked about Claire was she was always so clear about what she liked and wanted.

Soon I "wandered" lower. I had so far generally kept my eyes closed, it didn't feel decent to look. Yet I had to. My mouth was dry as I picked up the very realistic cock. I put some lubrication on it, then using my fingers and tongue opened her up to slide it in. My own vagina pulsed in sudden need as I did. I had a sudden deep urge to be filled up and though longingly of John.

That night she left me alone after a long lingering kiss. I was getting used to those and kind of liked them. It was the same and so very different from kissing a guy. Things like how breasts and nipples rubbed against each other changed the whole sensation, plus her scent was so wildly different from anything I was used to from John.

As the door closed I sat on the bed, suddenly so very lonely. A video started up and suddenly I understood how all those straps where supposed to work. My god. I had lived such a sheltered life.

Next day I was with Darren. He was so sweet, treating me so carefully and I could see what Claire said was true. Thing was, I fancied him something fierce. It was just wrong. I was married, had made a promise and would not break it. Yet... yet... as I stood there beside him, massaging his stomach, looking down and the clearly defined bulge in his tiny pants I knew I couldn't resist at least a little bit more.

I slid my hand down under the band of red silk and wrapped my fingers around that thick shaft. Shivering I slowly withdrew it, then began to give him a hand job as best I knew how. What a guy, he didn't react, didn't shout, didn't even touch me, he just sighed my name softly and let me. It was very powerful for me, and I kept telling myself this wasn't really sex.

I... joined him in the shower afterwards, soaping up his long penis. "Darren, you know I can't do more than this? Do you understand?"

He nodded, though I could see the hurt in his eyes. "I don't want you hurt Claire, I'd never do anything to do that. If this is what you can give..." His cock started to grow again in my hands. It took every ounce of my will not to drop to my knees and suck him. Instead I walked to the side, leaned against him, and slowly began to stroke. When one of his hands slipped down the back of my knickers, I didn't stop him. Slowly, yes lovingly, we brought each other off. It wasn't sex, I know it wasn't. In a way it was worse.

Days slipped by, sometimes I was with one of them, occasionally with both. I became very familiar with Darren's body, though very carefully stayed on just this side of decency. My hands knew every inch of him, I grew to know exactly how to please him. Some of that surprised me, he liked me to put a finger somewhere naughty. But, and it was such an important but to me, we did not kiss, we did not have real sex. It was massage, arguably loving massage, but to be true to myself that's all it was.

I also learned new games with Claire. She taught me all about the box of toys that now lived under my bed. I learned all about that set of straps. Having her on top of me was shocking, even more shocking was being on top. I liked it though. I could also see what she meant about keeping us hungry. I'd only known four cocks in my life, only three ever inside me. These fake ones where all smaller and though fun, left you wanting just a little more you know?

Still things jolted me at times. I vivdly remember lying on my back and looking down to see Claire's head between my legs. A sudden vision of John, lying like I was, a man between his legs giving him a blow job flashed into my brain. Had that happened, was that what all the punishment was a while back? He had always been strongly anti gay, downright afraid of even being around a man known to be homosexual. Had he been brought to this?

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. It may had happened, likely had. A twinge of jelousy hit me, but I put it aside. I wasn't one to complain given what I'd done. Yet the image kept haunting me. Had it happened, and how had he coped. I remembered Claire saying one of the women she'd trained had committed suicide.

For days I worried about it until Claire stopped me and asked what was bothering me. I confessed and she said nothing more. Two days latter and a voice I barely recognize sounded in the room one night when I was alone.

"Cindy?"

"John? Baby is that you?"

"Yes... Are you OK?" His voice sounded strange, I couldn't put my finger on it.

"No... yes... I don't know." The last came out with a sob.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I don't think I'm allowed to say anymore other than I love you."

"I love you too darling!" There was no response and the room was silent. I cried myself to sleep again.

I tried to work out how long I'd been here. Two months, three? If I was told it had been six I wouldn't be too surprised. The days blended into each other, though some, like the day I met Darren, or first put my hand down his pants, stuck out. Most where just a blur of exercise, grooming and... well... sex.

Then came the next of those memorable days. The lights came up, I rubbed my eyes but smiled in anticipation of seeing Claire as Darren had been with me the day before. The smile froze on my face as a woman I had never seen before came through the door. She was a red head, fairly short hair, quite boyish really. She was also dressed in a tight fitting, if short, dress.

Having not seen anyone other than Claire and Darren for months, it was a shock. "Hello, I'm Elke." The name was familiar, Claire talked about her. She was Claire's other close friend. That's what she called me too. "Your trainers where not allowed to tell you of the change. You are deemed far enough along to begin working with others."

She stood there looking at me. It was a kind enough look, but I suddenly realised I had nothing but a thong on. In a panic my arms crossed over my chest, and I looked down blushing.

"Modesty is not allowed." The cold voice rang out. I hadn't heard it in a while, but it still filled me with fear.

I dropped my arms, unable to look at her.

"I know this is hard. I have been there too. There are things I have to remind you of. You know that anything you have done with your trainers is available to others?" I felt my brows furrow, I did vaguely remember Claire saying that. 

"But..."

"There is no buts, just as there is no tricks. Claire truly loves you, she wants to please you, the unfortunate side effect is your availability. It is part of the twisted way of the owners. Never blame her, she wants the best for you, wants to please you and wants to make your life here easier. She is doing her best." I hung my head more, believing it and hating this place all the more that twists love around that way. "I don't believe she has taught you the words?"

"Words? I don't understand."

"No, then she has not. They are perhaps one of the hardest parts of this place, but also the easiest if you set them in your mind correctly. The owners and patrons use simple words to command us. They are designed to demean us. If you understand that then you can learn them and obey them without them hurting you. Too many take the words to heart and therefore hurt all the more."

"Let me start and teach you the basics. We will practice each one for a while, then move on to have you serve me as you will eventually a patron."

"Please, will I see Claire and Darren again?" I was suddenly struck with the pain. The pain that I hadn't felt in ages.

It withdrew. "You surely know better than to ask questions. What will be, will be. Lets begin." I looked up at her, to find a face full of concern and worry. She hated the pain too, but did as she was told all the same. I could understand that far too easily. The pain was a hard teacher.

Elke was gentle with me, though what she was teaching was so very hard. "Heal" meant standing one step behind and one step beside. "Fetch" was just that, usually followed by what was wanted. 

"Sit" meant bum on heels, knees a shoulders width apart, hands resting lightly on thighs, back straight, tits out. She then demonstrated why the knees had to be apart, her hand slipping up between my legs. I couldn't help it, I jerked away. It was too intimate, too familiar.

As suddenly as I did it, I was filled with the pain. I hadn't been punished in a long time, and the pure agony re-inforced the underlying terror of this place. I'd been lulled into complacency, even happiness. The pain receded, and I found myself folded into a foetal position.

Elke was there, stroking my hair. She murmured that this was the same with everyone in training. That first time with a strangers touch was always the worst. Out of the hard cold walls the voice sounded, "Continue."

Elke touched my cheek, "Sit." She helped me sit up. I felt week, but knew I couldn't, no... wouldn't resist. That punishment had broken one small part of me. What ever she did, I simply could not resist. I would let almost anything happen to me rather than feel that pain.

Together we got me into the position. Her eyes locked onto mine and her hand slipped up between my legs. I whimpered, but this time only twitched. Her finger was slick, she'd somehow lubricated it, so it slid softly between my legs down there. I wasn't wet, wasn't at all aroused, yet her finger teased me. I found myself shifting like a little girl needing to go to the toilet. Her eyes continued to hold mine. I felt my brow furrow, my lip slip between my teeth. I felt myself moisten and expand down there.

Her hand pulled back. "I am sorry darling. It is a hard lesson, but now we continue". "Display" was to stand in front, legs a shoulder width apart, hands crossed behind your back, head turned to one side. At this point she slowly felt my breasts. I chewed my lip at the sensations brought on. My body was betraying me, making me horny, when all I wanted to do was just bloody put up with it. How could a strange woman, kneeding my breasts turn me on?

"Worship" was to go into the sit position, but then provide oral sex. She didn't make me do that, she just emplained it. Without being told I knew the lessons would go further soon enough.

"Present" was particularly demeaning. Feet a shoulders width apart, knees locked, bent over with wrists cross at the small of your back, back bowed, head up. She explained it could lead to many things and warned me that patrons did have the right of corporal punishment. I was quietly sobbing at this point, though determined not to be punished again myself. It didn't help when she gently stroked me between my legs, emphasising how vulnerable I was like this.

"Spank" was to put oneself over a patron's legs. "Bark" was to get on ones hands and knees. "Pray" to lay on ones back, legs spread, scarily with hands crossed behind your neck.

It went on and on. I tried to remember them, many were easy because they were dog commands, some were bizarre, a few scary. I was trembling and sobbing by the time she told me we were done. 

She took me by the shoulders, "You've done well. I know its hard, but you've done well. Will move on now. I'm sure you won't struggle to undress others, you've done this before, maybe with your husband?" I nodded, but felt like crying again. "Good, good. Now though you have to learn a new skill. Again, it is done to humiliate and put down. Remember that and just serve."

"Now, turn around and cross your wrists. I'm not going to hurt you, and am going to tie them in a way you can undo it yourself." I was shivering, I'd never been bound before. She took a soft silks scarf, did a figure of eight around my wrists, then tied it with a big bow so I could undo it myself.

"Here is the trick, and we will practise it often. You must undress using only your mouth." 

I snorted, "You're joking!" 

"I am not, many patrons think it quite amusing. The more skilled you are, the easier life will be." She began to talk me through it, and, getting more and more frustrated, I tried. If anyone ever tells you it's a snap to undo a button with your teeth and tongue they never have. After undoing her bra strap left me in tears, I only noticed I had her nipple in my mouth at her soft "Suckle" that it popped out in shock. "Please, for a moment. Claire said you had a talented mouth." 

So, on my knees, hands tied behind my back I softly sucked on her nipple. She was practically flat chested. "Many patrons like the little boy look," was all the explanation I got. Then we carried on. The skirt zipper was easy, suspender belts touch, stockings a nightmare, knickers... easy. Soon after I then found myself faced with my second vagina.

I found I was turned on, my breasts tingling, my crotch moistening. I did her, then gave her a massage, then did her again, then bathed her and did her a third time. I was pretty worked up myself. She kept offering me soft words of encouragement, always gentle yet always firm in what I was to do. It was only after that last time in the shower that she told me to stand, then reached out with one hand, just one finger and touched me between my legs. It took less than a minute until I had a crashingly hard cum, it dropped me to my knees.

She helped me up, we dried each other off, then she handed me a tiny thong and matching bra. "Please. Now it gets harder." As I slipped them on a strange man walked through the door.

I wanted to run and hide. Without knowing I'd done it, Elke was slowly pulling my arms down. "Display." I closed my eyes and huffed in surprise, but remembered what it meant. Biting my lip I spread my feet, put my arms behind my back and turned my head. He strolled around me with a leer on his face.

Other than John and Darren no man had seen me this exposed or undressed in a very long time. I had known this was coming, I'd just avoided thinking about it.

"Nice ass, and those legs would feel fantastic wrapped around me." I blushed, not in pleasure but in the presumption I'd have sex with him. I was still very firm in my own mind what line I was NOT going to cross. He continued walking around me. "Oh yeah. Those tits are fantastic." My blush deepened. I know guys talked like that to each other, but I'd never had someone talk to me that way. Even John, who I know had said he loved my breasts, was never so crude in private. It was humiliating, and I had to keep reminding myself what Elke had said. Humiliation was the point.

His arms were thrown wide. "OK, undress me!"

I turned to Elke, who looked at me sympathetically, but nodded. "Without..."

"Yes, without hands."

I shut my eyes for a moment, not for the first time despairing at what I'd been landed in, but turned and faced him. Elke again gently tied up my hands behind me. At her soft urging I began to unbutton his white shirt with my mouth. Having him grin down at me wasn't making it any easier!

I got the shirt off, then went down on my knees. It was extremely humiliating to completely prostrate myself to untie his shoes. Even worse was going behind him to hold the back of the shoe down, yet keep myself enough out of the way so that he could pull his foot out. It was hard work, as well as the mental strain, so when I finally ended up on my knees in front of him I was a wreck.

Thank god he didn't stroke or pat my head, otherwise I might have flipped. It was bad enough having him stand there with that cocky grin on his face. His belt was easy enough, but the catch on his trousers took a number of tries. I hated having my face so close to his crotch as I pulled them down, but what choice was there? My nose rubbed against his slickly clad cock. It twitched, making me cringe.

I didn't have to do more, so thankfully Elke untied my wrists and the guy went and lay face down on the massage table. Elke massage my own shoulder and I took a calming breath. It didn't help much.

I oiled my hands and began with his shoulders. I still felt tense and nervous, but gained a bit of confidence as I went on. This wasn't that different to massaging Darren, though he was shorter with more of a swimmer's build to Darren's rugby player. Over the next half hour I moved down his body, using all I knew to relax his muscles. Thankfully he stayed silent.

It was when he turned over that I tensed up again. His pants showed the clear outline of an erection. This was turning him on. Elke's warm breath whispered in my ear. "I believe you have done skin to skin hand jobs?" I nodded, my stomach dropping. "I think you understood it could be part of a full massage?" I nodded again, curtly, my worst fears realised. "When a patron is obviously needing relief, you can move straight to what's necessary. This doesn't necessarily apply with a woman, but certainly does with a man."




True Love Ch. 01



It was a relief to get off the grimy grey streets. I'd been pounding the baking asphalt for hours, wearing the already paper thin soles of my five dollar shoes into a fine mist. Now I was sat in the reception room of my latest client, a Major Benson, waiting for him to finish pounding whichever floozy he had bent over his office desk.

He certainly had plenty of get up and go for an old guy, I put him at around sixty three but sometimes it was hard to tell with those brash army types. Anyway, he'd certainly got it up and he was going alright. I could make out the pair of them, blurred silhouettes through the frosted glass in his office door.

He'd hired me to tail his wife. He knew she slept around and for the most part with his blessing. But there was one guy he didn't like her playing hide the sausage with and that guy was Monkey Johnson. She swore blue that she wasn't involved with him, but her old man thought he knew better and supplied me with enough green to make it worth my while photographing the pair of them going at it through a handy bedroom window.

Well, that was the plan. So far I'd come up short and the old man was losing patience.

The sounds of hot sex next door were getting to me and I was starting to heat up in the trouser department. I adjusted my pants and allowed myself a few sly strokes of my little man courtesy of my trouser pocket. 

The broad was certainly getting her rocks off. I could hear her panting and moaning as the old man slammed into her from behind. Her voice sounded strangely familiar to me and I wondered who it could be, I hadn't seen a secretary around here before.

Just then the old man cried out and I saw his shadow stop moving as he emptied his balls into the mystery woman. 

I concentrated hard on getting the steel out of my pole before it got embarrassing – something I'd learned to do in Sunday school out of absolute necessity many years ago. When you have a hot teacher who likes to bend down and pick up her chalk a lot, it adds new terrors to the thought of being called up to the front of the class.

Then the office door opened and my whole world turned upside down.

My wife walked out smiling contemptuously and my jaw hit the floor. She was still rearranging her blouse, doing up the last few buttons to hide those big mams that had just had an extra marital mauling.

"Hello Chuck," she drawled, still giving me that nasty smile.

She stood with her hands on her hips for a moment before she was moved on by a swift slap to her big round ass.

"Get on Loretta," the old man chuckled as he reacquainted his hand with her backside - but this time he didn't slap her, instead giving her a playful squeeze before she left by the out door.

I guessed that this wasn't their first time.

My attention turned back to the old man who was still chuckling and looking pointedly at the crotch of my pants. I looked down and saw that for the first time in years I'd failed to run down the flag, I was loaded and on a hair trigger.

"I've always been able to read a man," laughed the Major. "It's been quite an advantage over the years, both in business and in my years of service to Uncle Sam."

I must have looked puzzled because the old man went on to give me a very frank explanation.

"I knew from the moment I saw you that you were the type to get off watching another man fuck your wife. Next time I'll give you a ringside seat, now to business," growled the Major indicating towards his office with a nod of his grey head.

I guessed the pleasantries were over so I walked in and sat down, my detective's eyes picking out the small puddle of semen on the carpet by the desk, my husband's nose picking out my wife's perfume amongst the strong smells of sex that filled the room.

The Major sat on his desk, still warm from the recent fucking of my wife. I idly wondered if she'd left the imprints of those big tits of hers in the green leather of his desk top.

"Got the photos?" the old man snapped me out of it.

I was startled slightly by the flare of a match as he lit a large Cuban.

"Not yet," I replied.

"Tonight," he chewed around the cigar. "I know they're meeting. I've had a tip off." 

He blew a long stream of smoke towards me and his eyes flicked towards the office door. I knew then that my wife had done more than just beg him to go deeper. Did he want me to know? I wasn't sure yet, but I guessed it was only a matter of time before I'd find out. 

I nodded.

"Rolled by the thighs of virgins...or so they say," he mused as he held the lit cigar between his fingertips. "I don't suppose your wife has rolled a cigar for a very long time," he laughed as he looked at me. 

I looked away and said nothing. I got the feeling he could see the movies inside my head and was watching the one of him taking my wife in our marriage bed, his fat white ass rising and falling between her wide open thighs.

"Here's the address," he said as handed me a folded piece of paper. 

I scanned the address and slipped the note into my pocket.

"Be there at eight O'clock. It's your last chance."

I nodded and began to head for the door before he stopped me with another chuckle, "Oh...and be here tomorrow afternoon at three O'clock sharp, we wouldn't want to start without you. Man she's got a great ass!"

I felt another stirring in my pants, his laughter as I left just seeming to make things worse. I had time to think before that night's little rendezvous and I intended to spend it well.

***

I'd had plenty of time to think and the more I thought the more things heated up in the boiler room downstairs. I was walking around like a permanent erection and watching the Major's young wife getting the old in out from Monkey Johnson and his enormous pole really wasn't helping matters. 

I'd nearly finished a whole roll of film, snapping the two lovebirds in just about every position known to man and animal, when the urge began to overtake me. I quickly swapped the film, tossing the full one into the undergrowth for later just in case I got any unexpected company. 

It was the only wise move I made that night.

Unzipping my pants I turned back to the action. He was really giving it to her now, the guy didn't just look like a monkey he fucked like one too and she was really getting off on it. I reached into my pants and managed to get in all of three measly strokes before the butt of a gun caressed the back of my skull and the lights went out on the main event.

***

"Just some fuckin peepin tom boss."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, he had his little pecker out and wuz gettin off on you an' your lady friend doin da Rhumba."

The world was coming back slowly like a train heading out of a tunnel into broad daylight, except that this train couldn't see straight and badly needed a drink.

I tried to move my hands but found that they were tied tight behind my back.

"He's coming round, get him outta here before he clocks too many faces." I assumed that was Monkey.

"Your da boss."

If a mountain had a voice I guessed it'd sound like Monkey's goon, it went from deep harsh gravel to avalanche and back again in once short sentence. Something was wrapped around my face and mountain man made like a sack of potatoes with my aching body.

A little while later I was dazed but free, rubbing some life back into my hands. Thankfully they didn't seem to know who I was. But now I didn't know where I was. There'd been a car ride somewhere and now I was on a highway out of town. There was nothing for it, I headed in the direction of the distant lights of the city and put my thumb to good use.

***

Getting the roll of film and the camera back next day was child's play. Luckily they hadn't found it or my camera and it gave me just enough time to get back across town and take my seat at the afternoon performance.

I was right on time and held the street door to the Major's office open to let my wife in before me. She was dressed to the nines today, seemed stockings, heels and a skirt so tight I could read her ass like a map. 

That ass of hers always fills a skirt or dress to the limit and today it was vying with the two guys upstairs to be the main attraction.

My wife has big tits, there's no getting away from that. She comes home every day with a dozen guys eyeballs impaled on her nipples. I love them and so does everyone else, hell I love that they love them and she knows it. I regularly whack off to her stories of strangers hands clutching her mams on crowded buses around town. 

Today they were presented gloriously in tight satin, open necked and swaying with a cleavage big enough to lose a battleship in.

Before we went in she presented me with some tissues. 

"You'll need these," she smirked.

I pocketed them and said nothing, watching as she was greeted by the Major, his old veiny hands travelling across her ass, lifting her tight skirt and running along her stockinged thighs as the two lovers kissed deeply. After a few moments they quit the tongue hockey and moved into his office. I followed closing the door behind me.

"Did you get the photos?"

I nodded dumbly and handed him the roll of film which he threw into a desk drawer.

"Good, now sit down and watch," the old man growled at me.

I did. He tore open my wife's blouse and sloppily French kissed her tits, tugging her skirt up over her thighs as she moaned pulling his old grey head deeper into her velvet chest. 

I settled back into my chair and unzipped my pants...this promised to be quite a show. 



True Love Ch. 01



Disclaimer: This story will focus more on characterization and will begin slowly. It's also my first story here so any help is appreciated.

-1-

I had known Samantha Summers ever since before I could remember. My parents used to tell me stories about Sam and me learning to crawl together. They would joke about how the Summers and Winters boys were true to their names, opposites to a point. That's right, Samantha Summers was born Sam and ever since the first day of school she wanted to be like the other girls in our class. Sam's parents, like my own, were very open minded and encouraged her to due whatever made her happy. They started to buy her girl clothes and raised her as they would a daughter. Being next door neighbors, and our families being best of friends, meant Sam and I spent almost every waking moment together. 

My name is Alexander Winters, but I just go by Alex. Unlike Samanatha, I was shy and reserved growing up. While in school growing up Samanatha and me, like at home, were inseperable. Samantha, being outgoing and loveable like she was, was so convincing that soon enough I became the only one to know the her secret. The more we prgressed through the years, the more Sam grew into her self. Her body, despite being male, became shapely. Her voice didn't drop as she entered puberty and only grew more angelic. She told me once that the doctors had said something about her brain being so sure of her gender that it started a switch in hormone production from testosterone to estrogen. I never truly understood it all, but seeing the joy from it all on her face brought me joy.

When we reached high school Samanatha and I had started to go through puberty to eventually become the people we are today. I was growing into my 5'11" height I held today, and Sam, at 6'1", into hers. Freshman year Samantha insisted on being called Sam again, never did tell anyone why. Although shy, Sam convinced me to play sports and I decided on baseball. The feel of light muscle on my frame encouraged me to stick with it through the years. It also turned out that I was really good at it. Sam chose track in order to maintain her "womanly figure" as she put it. Even with the social pressures from others, Sam and I remained the best of friends. When we graduated the two of us agreed to go to college together. I ended up getting a full scholarship to play baseball and Sam got one for her grades. When the college registered her scholarship they learned of her actual gender. When applying for housing in the dorms they would only accpet her application if she were paired with another male. Sam refused to room with some unknown guy and the college, not wanting to deal with any potential problems, agreed to allow us to be roommates on a trial basis in the case of her presence being too much of a distraction in the all male dorm.

The dorm rooms were, surprisingly, very liveable. You were provided two twin sized beds, two end tables, a mini-fridge, one entertainment center, and a decent 19 inch television. Each room had a window and a full sized bathroom. Students were encouraged to personalize each room, even to the point of allowing them to paint the walls different colors. Most rooms stayed with the same individuals for the entire 4-year standard term. When Sam and me first entered our room it had looked like two seperate rooms. The room was split perfectly in the middle and looked as if each guy kept to their side and that was all. We decided to stack the beds into bunk beds on the left wall. The door to the bathroom was right at the foot of the beds. We put the TV and fridge against the right wall, which ended up leaving a big space in the middle that we ended up filling with a couple of bean bags. After all we've been through it was looking like college was going to be a whole new adventure.

-2-

"Hey Sammie, how are your classes going?" I asked from the bottom bunk to her up top.

"Pretty good so far. Getting used to all this is gonna take some time though, especially all these assholes in the dorm. They're nothing I can't handle though, how about you?"

"Mixing these lectures with practice is exhausting to be sure. If any of those so called assholes give you any problems just let me know Sam." 

"Thanks Alex, but I can handle it." She spoke with confidence.

If there was anyone who could, it would be Sam. She was tough, packed with a bit more muscle than most girls, for obvious reasons. It also turns out that running track involved doing strength training in the gym, I had no idea. 

"When's your next class, got anything going on?" I asked, wanting to play some video games with her.

"Not until tonight, some guy from my english class offered to show me around."

"Like a date?!"

"As if! I can't worry about a boyfriend while dealing with my classes, atleast until I get settled. Wait, would it matter if it was?"

"No, just don't wanna have to leave the room when you and Mr. Lucky get it on." I lied, it would.

"Mr. Lucky?" She always loved to mess with me. Sam knew that I cared for her, although I don't think she truly knew how much. 

"Any guy who manages to get you is lucky. So since you're free, did you wanna play some games?" I tried to brush it off, but I don't think she was gonna let me off easy this time. She had now dropped from the top and started to playfully punch my sides.

"Any guy huh? What is that supposed to mean Alex?" She was laughing happily the entire time.

I couldn't respond. Sam was wearing a white tank-top that accented her nipples which were starting to poke through a little more notcicably. She was wearing a pair of fuzzy pink pajama bottoms which were inching closer to my legs with each playful punch. Her long dark brown hair was now falling out of her bun and splashing across my face. I could smell her perfume wofting from her delicate neck. Both our breathing had become ragged. Instead of punching my sides she had moved to pin my arms above my head and straddle my legs.

"What's it supposed to mean Alex? I'm not letting you go until you tell me." She was still smiling, but there was a dark edge to it now.

"I...I..." Her unusually light brown eyes were piercing into mine. I tried to look away and noticed there were beads of sweat starting to form along her collar bones. 

"So?" She leaned her face in closer waiting for my response.

I was trapped, literally. I continued to shift my gaze away from her eyes to stare at her lips. Her full pink lips had a glossy sheen that captured my gaze. When I glanced back to her eyes I saw them focused on my lips as I was on hers, and that's when it happened. Our lips met and seperated just as quickly. There was a long pause where we searched each other's eyes. I could feel her breath on my face and the tension was becoming to much to handle. 

I attempted and say something but was cut off. She leaned in to kiss me with more passion than before. Her fingers wrapped around my wrists, nails dug into my flesh. I felt the years of lust and tension explode from the both of us. Her tongue moved to push past my lips and I welcomed it with my own. Our tongues danced around each other for what seemed like an eternity, a wonderous eternity.

I was lost in complete bliss. With my eyes closed, the world around me fell away and I was in heaven. That was until the growing pressence from between her thighs snapped us out of our haze. The growing reality dawned on us at the same time and once it did it was there to stay. The weight on my legs lifted as she walked to the other side of the room.

"I'm sorry Alex, I didn't mean..." Her voice trailed off, as she did, in her worries. Tears started to well up in her beautiful eyes.

"Don't apologize for what happened Sammie and especially please don't cry." I moved to comfort my best friend. "Sam, you're my best friend, there's no one..."

"You don't get it Alex. I've had feelings for you since we were kids, but this thing between my legs...This thing has kept me from sharing my feelings for you." She turned around to embrace me and rest her head on top of my shoulder. "I have been trying so hard to fight them, but now that we're away from home and roommates...I just can't hide it anymore Alex. Putting you in that position was wrong of me Alex, and I understand if you can't forgive me." 

Her body tensed as she waited for a response. I could feel the tears drip on my shoulder. I pulled her closer with one arm while my other stroked her hair. Her hair was soft and smelled like berries that mixed well with her earthy perfume.

"Sam, we've been with each other forever. You, of all people, should know that I don't care about that thing. As far as I'm concerned you're a beautiful girl who grew into an amazing woman." 

Sam truly was beautiful. Her features had been gradually softening through the years, and eventhough every guy in the dorm knew about her she was just far too convincing for any of them to believe it to be true. Her perky B-cup breasts had developed from the shift in hormones and she maintained her perfect hourglass figure through her years of track. I, like Sam, had been fighting my feelings for years.

"Sam, would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Are you serious Alex, it doesn't bother you?" The tears in her eyes stopped as she pulled back in questioning defense.

"Has it ever Sam? I don't know a single guy with a body like yours. Nor do I know anyone who I'm more comfortable around who can warm my heart the way you do. We'll take things slow. If it truly is a problem, when we reach that point, we can stop right there and still be best friends." She looked apprehensive yet eager at the same time.

"Ok Alex, when do you wanna go out?"

"I don't know, how long will it take for you to get ready?" My heart melted with her smile.

-3-

We were both ready and out the door within 20 minutes. I was dressed in a simple white button-up and a pair of khaki pants. Sam kept things simple as I had and wore a black shirt with a nerdy science quote on it with some dark blue jeans. She placed her hair back into a bun with only a touch of natural make-up on.

Sam had a natural beauty to her. She used to laugh about it saying had she been born a guy that she would have had a hard time. I wasn't quite the catch Sam was, but I was handsome enough I was told. While Sam had the beauty similar to that of Jessica Biel, I had the looks of a young Tom Hanks.

We decided to take a simple walk around the campus together and grab a bite at the first place that looked good. We had been going to classes for a week now, but were so busy that we hadn't taken the time to explore the town yet.

Walking down the street was relaxing. The sensation of fingers crossed within mine was comforting. It was a warm early fall afternoon in the heart of Texas. The wind cooled the air around us and with the sun starting to fall from the sky it was the epitomy of a perfect day. 

The campus was fairly small and was easy to navigate. From the dorms we made our way to the quad. In orientation we were told that if we were to ever get lost "Just go to the quad." Simple advice to be sure, but effective. There were signs that pointed out the direction of everything from class buildings to restraunts. We decided to skip the directions and just walk around lost. Sam was the first to break the silence of the trip.

"I have to ask, how long have you been uncontrollably in love with me?" She teased lightly.

"Who said I loved you?" I couldn't help but tease back.

"Ugh, jerk!" She reeled while playfully shoving with her free hand. "Seriously though..." She trailed in a moment of apprehension once more.

"Since high school. When you came back after summer vacation before freshman year. You came back from being on vacation for the 2 months with your family and my heart stopped when I saw you. I don't know if it was the distance or what, but when you returned I knew I never wanted to go that long without seeing you again. I chalked it up to our friendship then, but I knew my feelings had changed."

"If you felt that way then why didn't you say something?"

"Well, you started dating Bobby Turner, who is nothing like me, and I didn't want to risk ruining what we had on the remote possibility you felt the same." I was positive after what happened in the room that it was the same reson she never brought it up. "Why did you date him anyway?"

"Honestly, we dated because he had a cute ass and, like you said, he was nothing like you. Dating him was a way to not think about you romantically. Which is probably why you dated Jessica, am I right?"

"Pretty much, yeah. On that subject, did you and Bobby ever...?" I broke our hands to do the finger in hole gesture, but quickly returned back.

"Truth?"

"Sure."

"We kissed and we blew each other a few times, but he never wanted to go further. He was too scared."

"I figured any guy would love get inside you." The thought sent a twitch through my member.

"Oh, that part he was falling head over heels to try. I wouldn't let him without returning the favor. It was the same way with oral except this one he wasn't willing to budge on."

"You said scared though, What was he scared of?" I was pretty sure of the answer already and the thought sent a twitch to the other side of me.

"How about I show you later, and hopefully you continue to prove to be nothing like Bobby." She winked and took a peek back at my ass. "Well maybe not completely nothing."

The conversation switched to talks of college while we rounded a corner onto a street full of little diners and restraunts. We decided on a homely little burger shack. The place was wedged between two roomier restraunts and the atmosphere felt close, if that makes sense. The small amount of tables inside were squeezed together to allow room for the line, which was quite long already. If that isn't an indication of quality, I don't know what is. I took the time to continue our conversation.

"So did you decide on a major yet?"

"You should know what I wanna do already."

Sam had wanted to go into either medicine or psychology ever since the doctors had told her about her situation and hormones. The opportunity to further study the unique mental situation such as hers was too fascinating to pass up. She was obsessed with what made her who she was. Then again there was the chemical side to who she was and it was those chemicals that brought her attention towards medicine. Sam wanted to be a psychiatrist for both men and women like herself.

"Well I wasn't sure if you wanted to do just psychology or both."

"Both silly, so what about you? 

"I haven't really decided yet. I wanna see where baseball takes me, but if it turns out to be nowhere I think I'll do something with law."

"How's that going by the way? Baseball that is."

"Pretty good actually, coach would probably kill me if he saw me getting a burger though."

"Don't worry, I think we can find a few ways to burn a few calories later." She took advantage of the closed space and gave me a quick squeeze on my ass.

-4-

Dinner was amazing and a definate repeat destination on "cheat" days. The entire walk back to the dorm felt hurried. By the time we reached our door we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. A hand reached to her ass to cradle her in my arms as I layed her in my bottom bunk. We stole kisses in between rushed attempts to remove our clothes. Seeing her chest was nothing new, especially since being roommates, but the sight still sent a thrilled shiver down my spine. They were perfectly formed firm perky breasts. Her hands roamed my bare muscled chest while I removed her bra. The sight of her bare chest brought a excited moan from my lips as they dove to suck on her nipples. 

"Yes, suck my nipples, that feels so good Alex..." She moaned while cradling my head with hand and clawing for my zipper with the other. 

I was now resting on my knees hunched over to worship her chest while she pulled at my khaki pants trying to pull them down. Relenting my assault on her breasts I fell onto my back in order to slip my pants and underwear off completely. No sooner had my pants hit the floor had I felt Sam's bare chest on my own as well as a pair of sweet lips on mine. I could taste the faint trace of our dinner on her mouth. I felt familiar hands grip my wrists above my head. My now painfully hard memeber was digging into the soft toned flesh of her stomach. Sam, feeling the persitant pulse, dragged herself slowly across my body. The feel of her nipples digging into my skin was a new thrill that caused me to gasp. 

"Sam...aren't we....aren't we going a little too fast..." I breathed not even remotely wanting to stop.

The only answer I got back was the feel of warm breath wash over my dick. Breath that was quickly followed by a hot mouth. She only sucked the tip at first, letting her tongue explore all over my head. She slowly lowered her head until I was met with the entrance to her throat. I reached my hands down to guide her head further, but was met with disapproval.

"Nu uh." She grunted from a full mouth before pulling off. "Don't touch, just lay back and relax."

I drifted away again feeling her mouth envelop me taking me to heaven. Everytime she would drive deeper my ears filled with the sound of soft gags. The tightening feeling from her throat accompinied with the thought that I was big enough to make her gag only drove to excite me further. After several failed attempts to deepthroat my full 7 inches she resolved to only go down until right before gagging. The hand that wasn't gripping the base of my shaft started to roll my balls around in her fingers. She settled into a rythem and decided to go in for the kill by starting to suck harder. The suction pulled my hips off of the bed. My mind clouded in a sea of lust and all that I felt was the growing pressure of impending release. 

"Sam, I'm gonna cum..." My voice was weak. 

The familiar tingle struck me like a bolt of lightning and I thrust my hips high into the air. Knowing a man like only Sam could pulled away just as I felt the first blast erupt. I felt the fog clear as the haze of my orgasm subsided. I could now feel the warmth of cum across my chest and stomach. Gentle hands massaged my length until it lay flaccid between my legs.

"That was amazing Sam. You were unbelievable."

She moved to lay on my cum covered chest and gently kissed along my cheek and neck. Her body next to mine was comforting. It reminded me of days as kids when we would both squirm into a sleeping bag with a flashlight and be in our own little world. I felt we were back on our own little world once again. 

"Sam..." I felt a finger touch my lips before I could continue.

"Shhhhhh..." She softly cooed to me. "Just lay with me."

"But what abou..." I was again cut off before I could express my worry for her needs. 

"That's enough for now. I just want to lay here like when we were kids. Do you remember back then?"

"All too well Sam..." My heart warmed knowing I found love. "Goodnight Sam."

"Sweet dreams Alex."