A Maiden Gamble
by Sydney Michelle    © Omphale Press, 2001

Chapter Nine

 

Maria huddled on her pallet aching, but her leg was propped against the wall, stretching the tendons. How can they do this to me? How can they do this to anyone? I might as well just let Marilyn kill me and get it over with. Miss Rania was not pleased that I was so stiff. Maria rolled her head over at the sound of the door lock.

"Hi, Pussycat. Ready?"

"What now, Miss DeeDee? I thought I could rest."

"Time for your bath. And room service. And a little bump and tickle."

"Please, Mistress! I'm so stiff! I couldn't!"

"Come on, Pussycat. A hot bath will do you good. A little food, a little rub down, you'll be good as new. C'mon. Let me help you into your nightie and robe."

Maria groaned, lay flat, eyes closed at the thought of being used again, a slab of meat for her guard's pleasure. The only comfort was that she ached so much that there was no way she could get it up!

DeeDee knelt beside her, swapping the leather collar for the shock collar. She rubbed Maria's shoulders briskly before lifting her to her feet, helping her into the yellow knee length wrap and then into a terry cloth robe. Maria's pink toe nails slipped into the mules as she wobbled unsteadily under DeeDee's supporting arm. DeeDee kissed her forehead gently. "How's my Pussycat now?"

"I hurt! Still! All over! And I stink!" Maria raised an arm, wrinkled her nose.

"Phew! Gotta bring you some deodorant. Super strength. Let's get you cleaned up." DeeDee helped her out the door, locking the make shift dungeon behind her. Maria shuffled along, hurting too much to pay much attention to the route. DeeDee inserted her key, giving them a straight ride to the designated floor. "Just a plain room with a king size and a bath, Pussycat. No bridal suite for us."

Maria stood blinking, aching, as DeeDee keyed open the door. She didn't even move as a couple came out of another room, laughing and joking, dressed as for dinner and a show. "Here we are, Pussycat. Let me draw you a bath."

Maria sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded about her, as DeeDee started the water. She was numb, barely able to comprehend that she was in a hotel room, sitting on the bed where she was expected shortly to perform, and make her partner think she liked it. "It's nice and warm. Get in while the tub fills. Nice thing about the old places: deep tubs. Let me help you, Pussycat."

Maria let DeeDee strip her, gown, corset, panties, help her sink into the tub, settling her head back on a rolled up towel. The water didn't quite cover her, her feet growing warm in the hot stream. She let her arms relax, the water pooling into her stinking pits.

DeeDee stroked her forehead, first with her hand, then with a cool towel. "Is that better, Pussycat? Have you had a hard day?"

Maria smiled wanly, looked up at her sympathetic tormenter. "Each day gets worse, DeeDee. I don't know if I can take much more. I'm so stiff, so tired. I couldn't even get my lipstick on straight today."

DeeDee bent down, kissed her forehead. "You'll feel better clean and with some real food in you. What would you like?"

Suddenly Maria was ravenously hungry. Just as quickly it faded under throbbing muscles. "I don't know. A horse. Soup. Something warm, and solid, and recognizable as food."

DeeDee laughed. "How about soup and a club? I could even feed you if I had to."

"Sounds nice."

DeeDee shut off the water that had risen to Maria's chin. She humped her bottom just a tiny bit, sending a warm flow up her spine. "Comfy?"

Maria shut her eyes, rested her chin in the wetness. "Uh-huh." The ache seemed to ooze from her into the warmth. Vaguely she heard DeeDee order, the sound of her voice too faint to even catch the room number.

"It'll be ten or fifteen minutes. Want me to soap your back?"

"I just want to lie here and then slide down the drain."

"You don't get away from me that easily, Pussycat. Here, let me soap your arm."

Pussycat! Sweetie! Not even a name, just a hunk of meat to use and lose.

DeeDee raised an arm, kissed the fingertips, then soaped the arm top and bottom, rubbing vigorously in the pit. "Like this? I used to when my ex would do it. The bastard."

"Feels good. You were married?"

"Yeah. Once. Then he split when I got knocked up with Debra Anne."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? You didn't do it. Other arm."

"But to be abandoned just when you need him."

"Hey, the Air Force takes care of it's own. Great pre-natal care. But a single mom doesn't exactly fit in the Air Police. So here I am, chasing drunks and cheats for a pay check and day care. Wash it off."

Maria swished the arm, squishing water through the pit. "Where is she now? Your daughter?"

"Down in day care. Casino's have to provide round the clock to accommodate employees and customers. It's pretty good. I can slip by on the odd moment. She seems to like it."

Maria flexed her fingers, enjoying the return of flexibility anywhere. "How do you like it? How old's your daughter?"

"Four. And I hate it. I'd give about anything to just be mommy, to take her to the park, to hold her in a sleeping bag on a camping trip. But why tell you this? Why would you care?"

"Dunno. Just feel sorry for someone alone, I guess, like me. Both your daughter and you."

"Hey, you got yourself into this. Me, I was seduced and abandoned. And Debra Anne is as innocent as the day is long."

Maria snaked a hand out of the water, slipping it in DeeDee's. "I know. But I can understand the hurt. Now."

DeeDee looked down at Maria, her face shifting from hut, to hard, to confused. "I better go set up the table. You soak." She rose from the tub, closing the bathroom door behind her.

Maria lay back, wiggled her toes, closed her eyes. I'm not the only one in prison. But I'm the only one about to be sold. Maria squeezed her eyes, tears trickling from the corners. She lifted her hands, blew, sank deeper into the warmth.

"Hey, Maria, you want me to shampoo your head? Lemme help you up."

DeeDee slid an arm behind Maria's back, lifting her into the sitting position. Handfuls of water wet her head, fingers worked in the wetness as streams fell past her eyes. A dab of shampoo disappeared into the locks as if it didn't exist. "Even your head is dirty. Here. Let's duck." DeeDee helped her lie back, slide down, head disappearing under water. She came back to sitting, blowing at the water streaming off her head. "One more time." This time the shampoo foamed, made a slight lather as the wheaten strands came clean.

Suddenly DeeDee pushed her back, ducking her deep under the water. Maria struggled under the powerful grip, panicking that DeeDee might hold under, drown her. She came up sputtering, mouth open. "Wha? Wha?"

"At least you're alive." DeeDee's mouth covered hers, her tongue thrusting deep inside, her arms gathering Maria's wet shoulders. She broke back, grinned at her wide-eyed victim. "Sorry. I just couldn't resist. I'm beginning to really like you, Kid."

"That's a strange way to show it! Nearly drown me, then kiss me so hard I can't breathe!"

"How's this then?" DeeDee bent down, turned her head, closed her eyes. Her lips pressed gently against Maria's, rubbing lightly, pressing, nibbling before breaking back. "Better?"

Maria sat in the warm water, wide eyed, speechless, mouth agape, breathing slowly. DeeDee smiled. "Let's get your head wrapped." Her fingers traced a shoulder as she reached for a bath towel. A flip, a twist, and Maria's head was turbaned. DeeDee laid her gently back just as the door buzzer sounded. "Food. I'll get it."

Maria turned in the tub, resting on a hip, sighing at the relief the warm water had brought. Too bad there's no jets. Then I could just stay here forever. Might anyway.

"Thanks. This is my employee number." DeeDee reappeared depositing a tray on the vanity. "Tomato Bisque. Club sandwich. Chips. Coffee. You do drink coffee, don't you?"

Maria nodded. "Sugar. And cream. Lots of cream." All the food value I can get.

"O.K. But first, drink this." DeeDee held a glass of ice water to her lips. Greedily she drank it down, the cool stream flowing down her throat more refreshing than she could have imagined. "Now sit up. Arms on the side." Maria did as she was told, twisting in the tub, hands crossed, chin resting on the back of her hands. DeeDee folded up on the floor, bowl in hand. "Here." She held a spoon of soup to Maria's lips.

Maria blew and slurped, holding the rich red liquid in her mouth. Her eyes flew open. "Uhm-hm, good. More, please. What's in this?"

"Tomato soup. Cream. Herbs. And sherry. House specialty."

"I like."

DeeDee dabbed Maria's lips with a napkin. "And I'm starting to like you."

Maria's eyes smiled at DeeDee, and this time she meant it.

 

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Maria lay back, head propped on the towel, turning the last quarter of the club sandwich, trying to decide if there was room in her shrunken stomach. DeeDee was washing down her leg, rubbing in the bath oil. "I don't get you, DeeDee."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, one minute you're gruff, the next roughhousing, and then all of a sudden you can get sweet and tender. You can get a girl all confused."

DeeDee laughed. "Keeps 'em off balance."

"But which one is the real you?"

"Why does it have to be just one?"

"It always has been in my experience. Somewhere deep inside there's one persona we prefer. Which one's yours?"

"Which one's yours? Wise guy card shark? Helpless princess? Obedient slave? Sexy slut?"

"Touche. I'm not sure. Wise guy isn't going to work for awhile, that's for sure. Right now, helpless. And frightened."

"You don't have to be frightened with me."

"I'm beginning to think so."

"You're legs are done. How are you feeling?"

"Better. Unbelievably better."

"Thought so. Nothing like a soak and a meal. Eat up."

Maria downed the sandwich, chewed slowly to savor the crisp crunch. She licked her finger tips, smiled at DeeDee holding a bath towel. "Now what?"

"Dry you off. Stand up."

Maria tried to push up, but he depth of the tub, the weakening heat, and the residual soreness would not let her. "I, I can't." She almost squealed at her helplessness.

DeeDee reached down, her arm steadying and lifting until Maria was erect, helping her step over the rim, steadying her while she wiped down the torso, dried each arm, each leg. One hand held her shoulder while the other swept up a bath sheet enveloping her in it, tying it off under her arms. "There. Feel better?"

Maria folded her arms and leaned against her, head resting on the shoulder. "Yes. Thank you." She felt a hand slip up the towel, slide between them, prop her head back. She closed her eyes, accepting, wanting the tender kiss DeeDee gave her.

"God, you feel nice." DeeDee's arm swept down, gathering up Maria's legs. She lay in DeeDee's arms, head on her shoulder, face in her neck as DeeDee carried her into the bedroom, deposited her on the turned back bed. Only five seven, she had never imagined she could feel small, safe in a woman's arms, never known how much she could want to.

DeeDee kissed her lightly, sweetly, drew back. "God, I'm hungry! All I've been doing is feeding you! You want anything more?"

"No, thank you. And Deborah?"

DeeDee turned, taken aback to hear her real name. "You want something?"

"Could you take a quick bath?"

"Sure thing."

 

§§

 

DeeDee stepped from the bath, wrapped in a hotel terry cloth robe, wiping her mink brown waves. She stopped still, looking at the gently breathing form on the bed, feet protruding from the ankle length black negligee. The bare arm rose and fell gently, propelled by the slow deep breathing of the slumbering Maria. Gently DeeDee pulled the sheet over the comatose Maria, softly she slipped in beside her, nestling close to the warm body. She bent to kiss a protruding lobe, catching the faint whiff of lavender, thought better of it and lightly bussed the bare shoulder. She sighed, settled in by the silky warmth. It's been a long time. Maybe too long.

Maria turned as the bed gave beside her, smiled moved ana rm lazily. "Is that you, Darlin'"

"And who else would it be?" DeeDee bent over the blonde face.

Maria's eyes opened, smiled. "I waited, but I just couldn't . . ."

"Hush. You're tired. Later. But kiss me first."

Maria closed her eyes, fumbled to slide an arm under DeeDee's neck. Her lips parted and she accepted, returned DeeDee's kiss. Her arm slid around DeeDee's neck, sliding back so her fingers stroked DeeDee's nape under the waves. Her tongue tip offered itself, probed, teased, trace the lower lip before it. Maria gathered her arms around DeeDee's neck, drawing her to her, melding their upper bodies. She felt DeeDee's full breasts press against her, comforted by their warmth. She drew back, fingers stroking DeeDee's ear. "Deborah, Darling . . ."

DeeDee's hand cupped Maria's hip. "There'll be time before you go back. Just lie close and let me hold you."

Maria nestled her face under DeeDee's head, drawing close. DeeDee felt a wetness grow on her cheek. "Maria, Pussycat? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's very right." And for the first time Maria understood.

 

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Maria awoke to a lately unfamiliar pressure. She swung out of bed, disoriented, then detected the faint strip of light under the bathroom door. She danced on the tile, shifting the flowing nylon, readying herself to squat. She sat, a sweet smile coming over her face. Ah, porcelain! How pleasant are small things! She leaned back, rudder down, relishing the sound of splashing beneath her. She spread, pushed, strained, forcing out a small dump. Toilet paper! She looked at it almost as if it had landed from Mars, its preciousness reinforced by its absence.

Maria stood, shook the folds down around her, peeled the towel off her head, debated. To flush, or not to flush? Why not? She braced for the roar, but it was a power assisted noiseless toilet, one of the touches of luxury of the Silver Palace.

Maria closed the door behind her, stood quietly, eyes adjusting to the dark. She could just make out the great lump of Deborah on her side, softly breathing in the dark. Maria swallowed hard, moved toward the bed, then remembered how sweetly DeeDee had fed her. She slid beneath the sheet, rubbing against the warm lump. "DeeDee? Darling?" She stroked the strong arm that had carried her so gently to bed.

DeeDee rolled over, snuggling down into the pillow. "Hhm?"

Maria stretched, burrowed her nose under the warm waves, found the ear, flicked it with her tongue, pecked it, took it between her teeth, pressed gently. "Darling?"

DeeDee's eyes flicked open "Uh-hum?"

"Do you want me to?" Maria stroked the bare, warm flank beside her.

DeeDee took her hand, moving it down between her legs, placing it on her thatch. Maria hunched up, repositioned her hand, extended a finger, finding the folds under the crisp hairs. The digit slipped between the folds, dipped down, nipped at the opening, moved back up. Maria found the hood, pressed it with the pad, felt it spread, stoked the clit waiting within. "Oh-h-h, yes." DeeDee's hand covered hers, holding the digit in place while she moved against it. "Go-o-od!"

Maria's chest swelled, a pride not felt since Anton lost his virginity, and not even the same. This time there was no fearful urgency, just a quiet pride at pleasing the partner in the night.

DeeDee's arm slipped around Maria's shoulder, drawing her closer, their hips apart, giving Maria access. Maria rotated her hand, the finger tip rotating, pressing in and out on the swelling jewel. DeeDee's hips began to rotate slowly against the pressing hand.

DeeDee's hand slid up, stroking Maria's neck, playing with the hairs of her nape. She pulled lightly, Maria's lips nearing hers. She kissed the warm folds hungrily, insistently, the warm wetness matching the growing warmth below. DeeDee felt her vagina expand, distend, the warmth flowing within. Her hand clutched in Maria's hair, her mouth enclosing Maria's. Her shoulder pressed Maria back, onto her back. Maria felt her hand brushed away, DeeDee's weight roll onto her.

She lay back, horn distended, arms slipping around the strong back. DeeDee flipped back the covers, raised her hips. She reached between them, steadying the swollen prick, rotating the head in the damp, positioning it at her tunnel mouth. Her buttocks spread, opening the ring, then she thrust forward, sliding the rammer inside her. Maria arched and thrust offering her all, seeking to mate with the pulsating clit. DeeDee thrust forward, her weight pushing Maria down into the mattress. Maria pushed back, rotated, clutched at the throbbing buns above her.

Maria rocked, thrust, losing herself in the grinding rhythm above her. She felt the pole throb, pulse, quiver. "No! No! Not yet!" It was no use. She stiffened, thrust, spurted, shooting her wad into the waiting cavern. She clung desperately to the body pressing down on her, trying to sustain the moment, to pleasure her lover. But it was no use, the quid shot, splashed, subsided, and Maria slumped back under DeeDee, crying.

"Maria! Pussycat! Did I hurt you?"

"I came too soon. I, I failed you!"

"Sh-h-h! I should have waited longer. Just touch me." DeeDee took Maria's hand, pulling it down between them, positioning the fingers along her crack. She squeezed, pushed, rotated, directed the tip into the wet hole. Maria clung to her, holding close as DeeDee worked against the welcome digit until arms tightened against her, DeeDee stiffening beside her. She breathed rapidly, stopped her breath, grunted, sighed, relaxed. Her eyes opened and she smiled at Maria.

Maria wrapped her hand behind DeeDee's head. "Deborah, Darling, I'm sorry."

DeeDee stroked Maria gently. "Don't be. You were fine."

And she stroked the drowsing Maria until she slept in her arms.

 

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The alarm buzzed, DeeDee rolling over to shut off the buzzer. 05:30. She rolled back over, softly stroking the hairs of the neck. She smiled, remembering Maria's distress. She bent forward, breathing softly on Maria's neck. Her fingers slid around the body, slipping under the folds to caress the warm, hairless skin. "Pussycat?"

"Hhm?"

"I want you."

"Again? You're insatiable."

"Can't get enough of my Pussycat." She kissed the open lips, savoring the sweet taste.

"Hhmph!"

"What's wrong?"

"You're heavy!"

"Sorry. Are you up for it?"

Maria shut her eyes, relaxed, tried to twitch. Nothing. "Oh, DeeDee, I'm sorry. I can't!"

"Sure you can. There's more than one way. You just relax a minute."

Maria lay back, still, eyes shut, wanting to, wondering, fearing what DeeDee meant. She felt DeeDee shift off the bed, heard the bathroom door close. She lay there quietly, trying to pump up, but nothing. She drew her hand up, bit the knuckle. I've never failed before. What's wrong?

She felt DeeDee's weight slid back beside her, her fingers explore her chest, tracing the flat nipples, tracing up her throat, touching her lips. "Pussycat, I need you."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Eat me."

"Eat you?"

"You know, lick my pussy. Suck my clit. Bring me off with your mouth."

Maria blanched. Anne had asked Anton suck her once, and he had licked the thighs of many women, but his mouth had never kissed a woman's lower mouth, much less ministered to its needs. "Won't I hurt you? I mean, isn't it sensitive?"

"Of course. That's why it's fun. You won't hurt me. Just use your lips and tongue. You'll love it."

"Aren't you, aren't you full? Full of . . ?"

"I just cleaned myself. C'mon, Pussycat." DeeDee rose up, her bare body outlined by the faint light from the bathroom. She straddled Maria's prostrate body, her crisp bush hanging just above her nose. She gathered Maria's hair in her hand, raising her face toward the warm tunnel. "C'mon, Pussycat, taste it. You'll like it. I sure will. Kiss my lips."

Maria's tongue slid out, reaching for the warm folds, feeling heat spill over her face. She closed her eyes, stretched her chin, felt her tongue swirl through damp hairs. Warmth caressed warmth, tip finding crease. Soft lips pulsed around the probe, enfolding it, drawing it in. "Ye-es! Do it, Pussycat!" She drew Maria's head closer, the member penetrating the folds, finding her cavern entrance. She pulled back on the hair, forcing the tip upward, over her folds, onto her hooded clit. DeeDee thrust forward, moaned, her fingers cupping Maria's head to hold the contact! "That's it, that's it, Pussycat!"

Maria gagged, the saltiness on her tongue overwhelming her. Lips covered lips as she worked, tongue delivering long, moist strokes from ruby lips to ruby tit. Her head began to rock, trying to extend her coverage and find an air slit. She breathed, DeeDee's yeasty odor filling her. She licked, swirling up within her mistress, tasting the first honey sweet drops of her.

DeeDee began to rock, working her crack against Maria's face, lost in the total contact against her femaleness. A hand guided Maria's head, from aching spot to growing lust and back again. The other hugged her breasts, fondled her teats in time to the strokes below. Her loins clenched, sucking, offering, pressing against the entrapped hardness between her legs.

Maria sucked honey drops down onto her waiting tongue, her gagging thrusting broader expanses of meat over the now throbbing lips. Hands grasped DeeDee's hips, securing them, positioning the hole for the inserting tongue, lifting the hips for a quick bite of air. Nose buried on clit, tongue swirling in tunnel, Maria continued her devotions to the building heat.

DeeDee stiffened, thrust forward. "God! Oh, migawd, yes! Ye-es! Ye-e-es! No stop!"

Maria licked furiously under the weight, head bobbing, tongue swirling, gagging from the flow, the taste, the helplessness of it all, lost in the roaring heat and pressure, repulsed and fulfilled simultaneously. She pulled hips to her, pushed, probed, invading her woman to invoke her peak.

DeeDee froze, shuddered, relaxed her grip, sagged backwards, her pussy breaking free of Maria's face. Her fluids oozed from her hole, puddling on Maria's chin. She lay back, eyes closed, relaxing as post-orgasmic waves flowed over her.

Maria panicked, shrugged as DeeDee's weight settled on her, crushed her. "DeeDee! Please!"

DeeDee's eyes opened a crack "Hhm?"

"Weight! Heavy!" Maria frantically pushed on DeeDee's knee.

"Sorry." DeeDee rolled sideways, dragging her shin across Maria's chest. She stretched beside her, knees to head. Her arm rested across Maria's belly, sliding down over her legs. She brushed Maria's prong, half erect from the recent closeness. Her hand covered the warm meat, squeezing gently as it stiffened under the caress. "Nice piggy. Mama make it all warm."

DeeDee cupped the sac, fondled the underside as she pushed Maria's prong back through her bush. "Nice piggy. Sweet sausage for Mama." Maria moaned and writhed under the touch, aware for the first time of nipples hardening in cool air. DeeDee stroked gently, cupping the glans, pressing, buffing, warming the growing prong. She stroked the base, squeezed, strokes becoming longer as Maria responded, throbbed, shook, spurted. Maria shimmied, helpless as a fish on a gaff under DeeDee's touch.

DeeDee slid around, her body covering Maria's. She kissed the lips, tasting, teasing, before drawing back. "DeeDee's Pussycat all happy?" Maria nodded eyes shut. "Pussycat happy DeeDee make her her toy?"

Maria nodded, slowly. That's what I am, just her fucktoy.

DeeDee kissed her lips softly. ""DeeDee happy with her Pussycat. DeeDee sorry she spank Pussycat. Pussy cat forgive her?" Maria's slipped around Deedee's shoulders, grateful for the comforting warmth. DeeDee's head rested on Maria's shoulder, her finger tracing Maria's ear.

 

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Maria sat in the chair, paying attention to Sylvia's comb out, the small curls on top of her head complementing the subtly eye widening makeup. "So how's it been so far?"

"Busy. Tired. I like what you're doing with my hair."

"Thank you. Your hair is easy to work with. It will be stunning when it's long. And how was DeeDee?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't be coy with your hairdresser. Won't work. When she dropped you off, she looked like the cat that ate the canary. And she lurked around for five minutes pretending to try to find some new makeup. You two got a thing going?"

Maria sat quietly looking at Sylvia in the mirror. "She used me last night."

"You don't sound too thrilled. Did she get you off?"

"Yes."

"Did she hurt you?"

"No. It's just . . . I mean like what I, what . . ."

"Sounds like a pretty good night to me. You're relaxed enough."

"It was like it was expected! That I was to just go along."

"Honey, we women have been doing that for our men for ages. It may be new to you, but you get your juices drained, and a little cuddle, and that's a good night." Sylvia pushed Maria's head down to work the back curls.

Eyes closed, Maria could whisper, "She, she made me lick her."

Sylvia raised the head back up, steadied by the temples, looked into her eyes in the mirror. "You haven't done that before, have you?"

Maria shuddered, whispered, "No."

"But you've had women go down on you, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Then not a lot of sympathy here on that score." Sylvia sprayed the curls, spun the chair around, bent close. "Listen, Maria. A woman's just gotta make her significant other happy, and be happy that she can. A little lip action won't hurt. Now you been cleaning those holes?"

Maria looked sadly in the mirror as Sylvia swabbed the piercings, tilting her head back for the cleaning of her nose. DeeDee was nice, sometimes. And then she'd go and ruin it. She hopped on top like she owned me. But then she brought me off.

Sylvia patted her shoulder. "There, all done and pretty to face another day. And Maria?" She looked up expectantly. "Just be happy someone wants you. It's worse being lonely."

 

Chapter Ten

 

Maria sat dejectedly in the chair, cool in the examining gown, fingering the arm nervously, waiting for the doctor to appear. Marilyn watched her steadily, hand in her purse on the trigger button for the stun collar if Maria tried to bolt. Maria smiled wanly at her captor. "Much longer?"

Marilyn shrugged. "We're lucky to get you in this soon. Why? Do you have another appointment?"

"Doctor's make me nervous, that's all."

A blonde nurse bustled through the door. "Doctor said she'd only be another ten minutes. I might as well get started. Let's see, you're history's done? Alrighty, on the scale. Hhm. Let's get through those pretty curls. Five seven. Weight. One thirty. You need to lose a little, Honey, that is, if you want a cute figure. Any dramatic weight gain or loss lately? No?" Not like you mean, Blondie. "Been regular lately?"

"Well, I haven't been eating much and just started a heavy work out program."

"Not that regular, silly. Your time." The blonde's face screwed up in frustration. "Your period. My God, you'd think this was your first gynecological history."

"Oh, sorry. No. I was stuck on the weight questions."

"S'alright. Stick out your arm." The cuff slid around the arm, the puff, puff, of the squeeze ball followed by a high pitched sigh as pressure released. "Pressure's alright. Make a fist. Look away if you get queasy." Maria turned her head, wincing slightly at the bite of the needle. "That's one. Hold still."

Vampire! Maria looked up at the ceiling.

"That's two. One more to go."

Maria couldn't help looking down. Her throat closed at the sight of the vial filling with maroon fluid. She looked back up, determined to ignore the sucking feeling on her arm.

"Okey-dokey. Now just keep this bent up while you fill this for me. Restroom's left down the hall. Put it in the little window when you're done. You'll be fine." The blonde winked, then whisked efficiently out the door.

"You look a little green. You need some help?"

"Please." For the first time, Maria felt relieved that Marilyn was with her.

Marilyn settled Maria on the throne, patted her curls. "I'll be just outside if you need me."

Maria sat, head bent over, tried to relax, tried not to remember the blood draw. How did I get into this? How do I get out of it? Urine trickled down, filling the specimen bottle, flowing into the pool below. Maria stood, capped the bottle, washed her fingers, dabbed water on her cheeks. Pert blonde curls topped sky blue eyes expanded with pearl grey eye shadow. Cheek bones were defined, both by the weight loss of the past week and Sylvia's expert shadowing. She reached behind, pulled the examining gown together, tried to preserve a little dignity. "Miz Costello?"

Marilyn peeked in, helped her charge back to the examining room, stopping at the little window. A nurse, short, dark, scurried by, glanced sympathetically at the queasy young girl. Marilyn settled Maria on the examining table, helped her lie back, knees up.

Shortly the door opened, the doctor hurried in, closing it behind her. "Sorry to be late. Rush, rush today. Don't get up, Dear." The doctor stood over her, black hair mingled with silver strands in a smooth pompadour, looked away as she listened through the stethoscope, directed Maria to roll into position as she repositioned the cool diaphragm. "Heart sounds fine. Lungs clear." She glanced at the medical history. 'Usual childhood stuff. Tell me what I can do for you."

Marilyn shifted in her seat. "What I need you to do, Dr. Lampe, is to . . ."

"My patient, please. Now, Dear, speak up."

Maria looked confused. "Miz Costello wants, that is, I guess I need . . ."

"I see. Alright, Marilyn, what gives?"

"You see, Maria here wants to perform, on the wicked stage, you know, and well, she doesn't exactly has the shape for it. So I thought you could help with some, ehr, enhancements."

"You know I don't do surgery."

"Dammit, Jeannine, I know that. I want her, uh, natural. Can't have scars in a skimpy, bangled bra. You can 'adjust' her hormone levels so she becomes a bit more, shall we say, voluptuous? Top and bottom?"

"Is that what you want, Maria? A shape so you can perform as an FI?"

"A what?"

"Female impersonator."

"If that's what Miz Costello wants."

Dr. Lampe glanced at the tall chestnut haired woman. "I see. And how are we to pay for this?"

"Cash. By me. And yes, that's what I want. She owes me and is going to work it off."

Dr. Lampe leaned back, hands on the cabinet edge. Her nose twisted around. "I see. And how are you with this, Maria?"

Marilyn's hand tightened on the trigger button. "O.K, I guess."

"Just enhancements, right? Not a full transformation?"

"Nothing that permanent. Or expensive."

"Alright. I'll need her real name for future reference. But we'll treat her as Maria Nueva. How old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

"That and your other personal data will stay the same. Now then, how long do we have?"

'She's learning her routines. Could she be ready in sixty days?"

"In your dreams! That year long transsexual pre-op let's us develop them nicely. Six months just about flushes the figure out. No way in sixty days without surgery."

Marilyn frowned. "How soon? I mean less than six months."

"We get the lab results turned around, four months at the earliest. And that's pushing the hormone levels dangerously high. She'll be showing some padding in sixty days, but she will still be filling out. And she'll have to stay on maintenance hormones for as long as she maintains tits and ass."

"Let's do it."

"What about you, Maria, do you agree?"

Maria looked despondent. Tits and ass. DeeDee's little piece of fluff, all jiggle and jump five nights from now. "I, I suppose so. What's dangerous about it?"

"We get the female hormone levels up high enough, drop the testosterone levels down low enough, long enough, and you will have trouble functioning as a man. Sperm count dies off, and getting hard might be out of the question. And your long term disease risks will become more like a woman's, less like a man's. Less heart attack risk, greater breast cancer risk. Any history of that in your family?"

Maria shook her head. "Not that I know of."

"You comfortable with the possibility of not being a father?"

"That's something I've tried to avoid."

"You alright with having real breasts and a round rear?"

"How big?"

"That depends on your genes. How big were your mother's?"

Maria flushed. "About, uh . . ." She gestured, moving her hands in and out.

"About a C-cup. How round, where placed, that depends on her too. Judging by your aureoles, you'll have a nice perky set of nipples." Dr. Lampe eyed Maria. "You'll be treated as Maria A. Nueva, understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"But for my files, what's your real name? And Social?"

"Anton Benedict Zayler. 000-11-0000."

"Previous regular physician?"

"Haven't had one since high school."

Dr Lampe sighed. "Marilyn, there's more here than I'm being told. But I don't have to know since we're not talking sexual reassignment with psych evaluations."

"I love you too. How're Tom and the kids?"

"Don't try to change the subject. Fine, thank you. I'm going to have Judy give her a double dose today, a prescription for extra strength birth control pills she'll start tomorrow. I'll want to see her one week from today. We should have an idea of the developmental maintenance levels then and I'll write a prescription for injections. More urine samples and blood draws to check, and see her one week after that to confirm. Then two weeks after, then at sixty days and thirty days thereafter. At one ten, I'll write her maintenance prescription, six months worth. And more frequent visits if warranted. You will have her here for all of them, won't you?"

"She'll be on time. How much for all this?"

"Seven visits at one fifty, three lab works at three hundred, two general history and physicals at two. What's that?"

"Two grand, four fifty."

"Plus one hundred for the injection. And of course you have prescripts to fill. More if there are more visits or if the lab work is more extensive."

"Not too far above my estimate."

"This would be less expensive if you weren't in such a hurry."

"Time is money. As it is, I'll have to back up her debut."

Dr. Lampe picked off the phone, punched in a number. A bell chimed faintly. Dr. Lampe looked at the fidgeting Maria from the corner of her eye as she waited. Nervous. Definitely not a happy camper. But unless she squawks, I'll do it. Wouldn't be the first would be FI who had second thoughts when the process started. "Judy? Prepare a double standard female adolescent hormonal booster for Miss Maria Nueva. You remember her weight? That's right, one thirty. I'll finish her exam in five minutes, if you'd be ready to inject. Good."

Dr. Lampe hung up the phone. "Judy's very good. And very discrete. Now off the table and bend over. And spread 'em." She pulled a rubber glove from a box, began pulling it on.

Maria leaned on her elbows, conscious of her sweaty feet on the cold floor. "Oh!" She jumped as Dr. Lampe spread her cheeks and rammed a digit up her anus. "Wha'?"

"I'm going to check you over for tumors and base line. Prostate, testicles, breasts, neck. And you'll pose for pics before you leave."

"Pictures?"

Dr. Lampe rotated her digit vigorously, probing the nut to determine it was of normal size. "Relax. X-rays. Need to make sure there are no spots on your lungs. You feel all right back here."

So you say! I feel like I've just been speared! At least DeeDee didn't violate me there!

"Turn around." Dr. Lampe's finger pushed up into the testicular ring. "Turn your head. Cough. Again." Dr. Lampe looked at the distraught Maria. "You feel alright?"

"Do you get a kick out of this?" Maria saw Marilyn's arm tighten.

"It's just plumbing. Admittedly I don't see as much of a male's in this practice as I did as an intern, but it's just an appendage or an orifice. You've seen one, you've seen just about all of them. You can't afford for me to be embarrassed when I'm checking for abnormalities." Dr. Lampe fondled the ball sac, feeling for any nodes. "This hurt?" She barely squeezed, more a firm cupping of an egg.

"No."

"Good. That shouldn't if I didn't pinch. Now lie back. Hands under your head."

Dr. Lampe rubbed her fingertips around Maria's nipple, lifting the little mass on her chest wall to feel the lymph nodes under the crease and up the arm pit for lumps. Satisfied, she began the manipulation of the other breast.

"Is the patient ready, Dr. Lampe?"

"Oh, good, Judy. Just a little more." Dr. Lampe felt up the sides and back of the neck, feeling under the collar, checking the base of the skull. "Seems normal. I'll want a full set of X-rays, Judy."

"Of course, Doctor."

"I'll write her prescriptions if you'll give her her injection. And we'll need to mark regular visits for her, one and two weeks from today."

"Of course, Doctor. No need to get up, Maria." Judy took in Maria's full nudity, including hanging penis and testicles. "Which side do you prefer?"

Maria blushed. "Right, I guess."

"Well, roll over on your left side, Honey, and draw up your leg." Maria felt a cold swab, then a pinch. "You've got such lovely curls. Do you do your hair yourself, or do you have a regular stylist? I'm such a klutz with my hair, it's all I can do to use a thingy to make my French Roll. You're a real blonde aren't you?"

When is she going to stop chattering and stick me? Mari felt another cool swab and a pat on her rump.

"All done. I'll walk you down to X-ray and then I'll bet you just can't wait to get back into your dress, can you, Honey?" Maria sat up, feeling the injection for the first time. She winced. "It takes a double dose about ten minutes to distribute. And you may be a teeny weeny bit sore there for an hour or two. Can you walk down the hall, or do you want me to wheel you?"

Does she think I'm a wimp as well as a sissy? Maria stood up indigently, then buckled slightly. "I think you'd better use the chair, Nurse."

"Yes, Doctor." She pulled the wheel chair out, settled Maria in the sling seat and backed her toward the door. "Besides, Honey, walking around flapping isn't very dignified."

Dr. Lampe looked at Marilyn when the door closed behind Nurse Babcock. "Anything you want to tell me, Marilyn?"

"What's to tell? He owes me. I'll get my money back, with a little additional investment."

"Has he really agreed to this? That's a very interesting cameo holder."

"In principle. Considering the alternatives."

"Such as?"

"Jeannine, let's just say his friends are not as understanding as I am. And they could reach into prison if they wanted."

"You realize he may be essentially neutered for life on this hurry up schedule? We could be making him a eunuch?"

"A risk he'll have to take. I understand some of the Ottoman eunuchs had very contented marriages. And he may decide being a woman isn't such a bad thing."

"Not if he doesn't already want to be. But I guess I'd better hush."

"Discretion is the better part of valor."

Dr. Lampe handed the prescription to Miz Costello. "Get this filled today. Have her start them in the morning, no skips. Call me if you notice excessive bleeding, swelling, or tenderness."

"I love that instruction. What's excessive?"

"Tender to loose, light clothing. Swelling that can't be explained by her exercise program. Any unexplained bleeding, especially in her stools. Just don't go all first baby panic on me."

"Alright, Jeannine."

"And when am I going to see you for an exam?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're approaching fifty. You haven't had a regular physical in, oh, five years. It's time to check regularly. Soon you'll need an annual look see."

"You know how it is. I've been busy."

"Yeah. Right. I would prefer we not be needing to refer you to oncology in LA, or God forbid, Houston. Make an appointment."

"As soon as I get her settled."

Dr. Lampe looked at her watch. "I'm behind as it is. I'll tell Debbie about the billing arrangements. Hope your little experiment works out."

Judy wheeled Maria back almost as soon as Dr. Lampe walked out. "Here we are, Maria, all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Now you just take it easy getting dressed. Some people are more sensitive to having blood drawn, that's all."

Marilyn helped Maria slip on her clothes, finishing her back buttons on the light blue print sundress. "What's with the fainting spell?"

"I'm sensitive to the sight of blood. Especially mine. Or hadn't you noticed?"

"Keep a civil tongue in your head or you'll be seeing a lot more of it. And soon."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"What did you say to her?"

"Nothing! Ma'am. She rattles on without help. She did ask why I was getting hormone treatments."

"And you said?"

"It seems like an interesting way to make some good money. She seemed satisfied."

"She'd better be."

Maria waited quietly in the chair while Marilyn paid the bill, confirmed the next appointment. As Marilyn waited in the drive to merge with traffic, Maria couldn't hold it in any longer. "Please, Mistress, tell me again why you are doing this to me?"

Marilyn pulled into traffic, waited until they stopped for a light. "If you're to spend the next five years with a feminine identity, you need a body to match. I'm not foolish enough to do something you can't undo. If you find you'd prefer a snatch, then you're most of the way there. But if you want to return to your old identity, discontinuing the hormones should do most of the trick. You may need a little plastic to remove all the traces, but c'est la vie."

Maria thought about her future as Marilyn drove to a pharmacy. Even if the bitch isn't lying, I'd better get my ass outta here soon, otherwise part of me will be going around corners before I do. "Mistress? Will my breasts be, you know, sensitive?"

Marilyn waited for the van before her to clear the window. "As much as any woman's, I suppose. You could get quite a charge out of someone playing with them. You could be a writhing heap of flesh begging to be humped if someone licks them just right." Marilyn pulled up to the window. "Fill this please. For my friend, here."

Oh, migawd! There's no telling what DeeDee would do with me if I don't get gone before I start to bulge. She'd sit on my face and play with my titties until I spurted all over the place!

"Thank you." Marilyn handed the small sack to Maria. "Don't lose these now. They're the key to your future."

Some future! Titted, sold, used. And with tits, not likely by some woman wanting a boy toy. The best I can look forward to is five years of frustration, or being used by a bi-lesbo. Annie, I'm sorry, really sorry I wasn't nicer to you! You never know how good you've got it until you ain't got it any more.

Marilyn pulled her Mercedes into her slot, helped Maria out, thumbed the auto-lock. "You were nicely behaved today, Maria. While you get into your leotard, I'll tell Miss Irene to go easy with your afternoon exercises, since your hip will be little sore. But keep up your flexibility drills. Mistress Mercedes would be very disappointed if you lost ground."

"Yes, Mistress." Let's see, next Sunday, if I make DeeDee feel real good, maybe I can get gone before they pop my ass again. "I wouldn't want to disappoint Mistress Rania."

 

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