Mare's Tales                      by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 14.

The following morning was a weekend and we took off in the space wagon to enjoy some of the beautiful countryside around our new home. We stopped to watch a hockey match between two girls’ schools and I caught a wistful expression flashing across Jenny's face.

"Missing it Jen?" I asked softly.

"Oh Yes! Desperately Bev," she replied as a small tear glistened in her eye.

"Never mind love. If we're successful, you’ll be able to outrun anybody on that field."

I gave her waist a little hug and she rested her head upon my shoulder for a few minutes. Watching the game had had mixed results. It served to emphasise to the four how disabled they were but it also helped us in our resolve to see our project through.

The following week we bought the various animals needed for our experiments and our work began in earnest. Cynthia and I were absent a lot whilst attending at Miss Lanes Academy to help Dr James with her surgery. She was one of the most able surgeons I had ever seen and her dexterity left me breathless. It was after one particularly difficult and interesting operation that I broached the subject of microsurgery. She gave me several pointers towards nerve repair and grafting and her observations proved invaluable.

"It's going to be very tricky Beverly. It has been done with some detached limbs that have been reattached and I've had some considerable success with rearranging my patient’s sexual organs and sensations. Your friend Veronica was one of my first big successes. I've never actually heard of anybody deliberately cutting a nerve except to prevent phantom limb syndrome in amputations or to relieve pain. You must be contemplating some very unusual work Beverly."

I explained about my ideas to splice two nerves together thus getting two sensory terminals conducting messages or sensations to and from the brain.

"Well I'm not even sure if that is possible. How could you test that theory?"

"The only way I can think of is to do some research on a pair of conjoined twins."

"Good God! Beverly. Where would you find those and then get them to co-operate."

I thought for some moments as a nagging idea returned to my mind.

"How about a circus freak show. Any Siamese twins that are prepared to exploit their malady for profit might be more than willing to help in a few experiments; for the right amount of money that is."

"Hmmm. It's a thought Beverly. It might be worth a try. I've got a few contacts in the medical world who might be able to put you in the right direction."

So it was that I found myself in America. In the course of my researches a pair of Siamese twins had decided that they were tired of the freak show booth and they wanted to get separated. After some long discussions with their surgeon and themselves, I was to be allowed to conduct a few critical ‘before and after’ experiments. Some would be done whilst they were under anaesthetic and some whilst they were conscious. The twins were an intelligent interesting pair and they realised that my researches might one day help others coming after them. They co-operated fully and I had some excellent results.

 

I gave the surgeon access to my notes and he even published a paper on the operation. The really important stuff, I kept to myself. It was too vital.

I concluded that some of the nerves in the spinal chord were in fact, naturally divided and that both twins had sensations from the same organs that they shared. My micro-surgical investigations had established that I had definitely only activated one nerve ending but that both twins had experienced the sensation. This proved to me that the nerve must have divided somewhere in the spinal chord below where they were conjoined, thus transmitting messages to both brains. This being the case, I concluded that if nerves could be divided then they could be joined. Ipso facto, spliced.

My next researches required that I find out how these nerves divided and how the separated nerves then transmitted the signal to separate brains without an apparent 'loss' of strength. I needed to return to our labs to discuss these problems with Cye and Jacky. I also needed some lower grade conjoined animals for lab purposes and foetal experiments. I had been so busy in America that I returned home without having visited a single tourist sight.

I did not announce my arrival home. I simply arrived in the middle of the morning and went straight to the labs to put my problems to Cye and Jacky.

"The best specimens to work with would be 'double headed reptiles' Bev," offered Cynthia. "They've got a simpler nervous system and they are much easier to clone. There is a consequent higher proportion of 'double headed’ offspring. My researches are leading me down that route anyway as I explore various genome maps."

"How is that work coming?" I asked.

"Well it's a huge task as Jacky here will vouch. We are working very closely. As Jacky locates any likely looking gene I patiently explore it to see if I can find it on the human or equine genomes. We've had some considerable success on the digestive systems of horse, mouse and man. I reckon I could already breed an omnivorous horse and that is one huge step to making horse and human compatible. It hasn't been easy Bev but with Jenny's incredible computer skills we've come a long way in only the few months that you've been away."

I gave both Cye and Jacky a hug and praised their work.

"You two have been marvellous. This thing really looks as though it might come off.

"Let's not forget Vee and Jenny in this Bev. They have worked like Trojans on the computers and every single discovery has had to be patented and or protected in some way to make sure that what we do is legal. Veronica always has to be discreet and circumspect when checking the legal aspect of any discovery. This is in addition to all the filing, storing and retrieval of all the cross-referenced information in the computers. She's been a real brick in all aspects of the work."

I realised that I had been taking Vee's work too much for granted. Because it was all ‘paperwork’ and 'pen pushing’ I had assumed it was easy and unimportant. I resolved to give her an extra ‘dose’ of attention that night in our lovemaking. I left Jacky and Cye to visit Vee in her offices. I found her busy over the computers and engrossed in her work.

 

Silently, I crept up behind her then gently reached around her and squeezed her breasts. She let out a loud squeak of pleasurable surprise and nearly fell off her chair. She turned her head and her startled expression changed to a huge smile as I supported her and prevented her slipping from her chair.

"Bev! You’re back." She exclaimed deliriously as she stretched her torso for a kiss.

I met her soft lips and we lingered for several minutes before Jenny disturbed our pleasures.

"Am I interrupting something then?" She asked.

We had not heard her wheel chair because we had been so engrossed in our reunion. Without leaving Vee's lips, I glanced sideways and beckoned Jenny to join us. With one hand I gently lifted her deliciously soft light torso and placed her on my knee as we hugged and kissed in a tight emotional huddle. After we had made our feelings abundantly clear, I rather spoilt the fun by getting straight down to business.

"Right Vee, how is the whole enterprise progressing?"

Veronica turned to her desk again and tapped a few keys with the artificial claws attached to her stumps. I held Jenny 'akimbo' on my hip as we studied the screen and Vee explained the state of play.

"So far, we don't seem to have transgressed any legal boundaries and, the more I research the legal aspects, the more I feel we won't have to. If what Cye and Jacky tell me is true, we won't have to use any human foetal material at all for experiments.

We will have to use our own genetic material later though but it shouldn't be a legal problem. Jacky has already taken numerous swabs and samples from us all, and each with our full consent.

"Well that's good news Vee. How are the other arrangements going?"

"Well all the legal and building arrangements have been finally tidied up, so that's about all I- Oh! No. There is one small other thing. We've had to employ a maid."

Vee noted my surprised expression and hurriedly continued before I had time to interrupt.

"Yes. I knew you'd be a little upset by this development but it really was necessary. We are too busy to waste time with domestic chores. There’s no risk to our security. I contacted Miss Lane and she recommended Dorothy's daughter from the academy. Apparently she has been a pupil at the school and she's progressed very well. Miss Lane assured me that she would be totally discreet and not divulge any secrets about what we are doing here.

I have to admit. She is an excellent maid and she's been very well trained. She's a wonderful seamstress and housekeeper. The house is spotless and the meals are excellent but she doesn't care to come over to the labs much. This suites us perfectly. It's nearly lunch time, shall we go and meet her?"

I nodded and replaced Jenny in her wheelchair as we rejoined Cye and Jacky at the table in the big house.

Here I met our new maid for the first time and we hit it off right from the start. Veronica and Miss Lane had chosen well. We called her Dot for short because she was named after her own mum Dorothy and she was everything Vee claimed she was. She enjoyed it at the big house and enthusiastically carried out all her duties.

 

After Dot had laid the table and spread out the buffet lunch, she joined us as an equal and dined with us. It seemed a little incongruous to have Dot seated with us in her short frilly maids outfit but it was a pattern that the others had established whilst I was in America and I decided to let it ride.

Dot was relieved that I hadn't raised any objections for she had been nervous about my return - despite Vee's assurances that I was not a dragon. I invited Dot to sit on the other side of Jenny so that she could help me feed her. She had been doing this in my absence and proved to be well adapted to Jenny's needs. By this she proved to be an able carer.

"You seem well accustomed to Jenny's habits Dot." I observed.

"Yes Miss Beverly," she replied, "I've been doing it during your stay in America. Miss veronica suggested I help with this task. I hope that you don't object Ma-am."

"No. Not at all Dot. Another pair of willing hands is always welcome around here. Heaven knows there’s enough work for us all around here. Veronica was quite correct to take on some extra help and you're most welcome. How do you find it after Miss Lanes?"

Dot lowered her eyes and blushed deep scarlet before speaking softly.

"The discipline is a lot less severe around here."

"Discipline! Here?" I almost shouted with surprise. "What discipline?"

Dot smiled and giggled.

"Only teasing Miss Beverly. It's lovely here and I'm very very happy."

"I relaxed and laughed along with the others over the joke at my expense."

As the laughter subsided I spoke cautiously.

"The only discipline needed hear is self -discipline to keep everything secret. Let's not forget that."

The conversation then covered our researches before we resumed work. It had been a special lunch unlike the normal ones.

The midday meal was usually a buffet to accommodate the varied comings and goings as our researches took their courses. The evening meal however, became an important time for exchanging ideas when we discussed any problems or advances or failures. It became a very rewarding time as we shared disappointments or successes.

That first evening home from America, I couldn't help but notice the frilly provocative outfit that Dot wore. As she bent over the table, her short maid’s dress rose up to expose her smooth stockings and soft slender young thighs. Her suspenders disappeared up under her flimsy panties and over the delicious curve of her bum. Jenny caught me looking and smiled. She waited until Dot had taken some dishes to the kitchen before speaking.

"Delightful isn't she. I really wish I had my dick when she bends over like that."

"I surreptitiously adjusted my tightening body shaper and pressed my erection against the edge of the table."

Vee noticed the bulge under my pencil skirt and smiled knowingly.

"Go on Bev. None of us mind. She's only eighteen but she's all women, as all of us have found out. We've all been with her and she’s excellent company but there's something missing. We suspect its one of those."

She nodded knowingly at the disgraceful bulge in my skirt front and the others smiled as I tried to 'hide' it. Jacky tapped the remaining dirty plates and spoke.

"Take these into the kitchen and offer to help her. It's very late and she'll be happy to accept your offer."

The others nodded and smiled as my organ hardened and nudged the table edge. I took up the offer and stood to collect the remaining plates. My cock was now rock hard and I had some small difficulty walking. I held the plates close to my waist as I entered the kitchen simply to hide the indecent bulge. There was no hiding my condition though. My nipples were stiff and erect under my blouse as they thrust against the soft Lycra cups of the body shaper. I had taken off the jacket of my business suit and all my telltale signs were clearly visible.

Dot was bent over the sink exposing everything she had to offer. I carefully placed the dirty dishes on the worktop and took a tea towel to dry the washed dishes. Dot had laid out the best china to celebrate my return and they were too fine for the dishwasher. We spent a friendly half hour washing and drying dishes as we got to know each other.

The little minx had not missed my roving eye or the bulge under my skirt. I was convinced that she had deliberately allowed the washing up water to splash against her uniform and my blouse. My excited nipples were plain to see through the wet silk fabric and even her nipples were noticeable through the black satin of her uniform against the wet white cotton of her apron bib. She 'accidentally' dropped the dishcloth and brushed her cheek against the bulge of my skirt as she bent down to pick it up. I let out a little gasp and jerked unconsciously as she let her face linger against the front of my skirt before getting up again.

At first, I gripped the edge of the sink but she soon made her feelings known. A knowledgeable hand reached up under my skirt and fiddled with the poppers of my body crotch. I felt my rigid organ spring free and create an obscene bulge, which I self-consciously tried to disguise by pressing it against the sink. Dot was too skilful for this and she gently twisted me round to face her. I found my bulge lodged against the satiny frills of her uniform hem as she led my hand around the back of her maid’s outfit. I felt the buttons and automatically started freeing them as her crotch pressed hard against my bulge. As the buttons came free my hands wandered down the soft curving spine to her deliciously curved rump. Her satiny outfit slipped down like a fluttering shroud, to reveal her creamy breasts in their lacy cups and her panties and suspenders. My fingers probed down into the hot cleft of her bum then under the waist of her panties to the already damp hidden treasure. Dot gave a little sigh, gripped my roving hand, and took me through into the utility room.

"Come on then." She whispered urgently. "I know that you are ready and you're the only one here that can please me properly."

She squirmed her panty-encased treasure against the bulge in my skirt as she deftly unzipped the side fastening. My skirt slid easily down my slip to settle in a crumpled puddle on the floor. Dot pretended to be the ever-attentive maid as she bent down to recovers my skirt. Again, she pressed her bum cheeks against my organ as it thrust manfully against the diaphanous silky fabric of my slip. The feel of the peachy cheeks rubbing against my silk imprisoned organ caused me to judder with anticipatory delight. I bent down to slip her panties down over the luscious lobes of her bum but she stopped me as she unbuttoned my blouse then slid my blouse and slip of my shoulders.

I was now left standing in nothing but my unclipped body-shaper and stockings as I finally managed to remove her panties. Gently she eased the body shaper over my shoulders and carefully cupped my aching breasts as they rubbed against the stretchy Lycra.

I was now naked but for my suspenders and stockings whilst she had nothing but bra, suspenders and stockings. Dot bent down and collected all the scattered garments, folded them into a neat pile and tucked them under her arm.

She smiled self-consciously, pressed a finger to my lips, and then gently tugged me by my rigid organ towards the spin-dryer. After arranging the clothes neatly on the worktop she turned to face me and hitched her self up on to the spin dryer. Her delicious inviting sex was now at exactly the same height as the root of my desperately stiff erection and her eyes gleamed with lust as she reached out to grasp the purple swollen prize. I let out a little squeak of delight as she gradually drew my organ towards the hot wet target of her very existence.

As my naked breasts brushed against her bra, I slid my hands around her slender back and released the clips. With practised ease, I slid it off her shoulders and our touching breasts and nipples sent a spark of lust crackling down our bodies to our loins. Dot gave off little mewling whimpers as she carefully eased my titanic weapon into her craving maw. With each wriggle of her hips and twitch of my bum we gently filled her needs with my desires. Finally, she grunted with satisfaction as my pubis ground against the stiff little core of her delights.

Dot then did a strange thing. She started rearranging the linen around her into tidy piles. With my cock lodged as deep as it could go I watched puzzled as she twisted and swivelled to reach the piles of linen and tidy them. As she leaned and stretched she sent strange little twitches along her love tube to excite my cock. It was like a little ritual with her. The word 'ritual' suddenly clicked in my mind. This was part of some training ritual that had been imprinted on her mind at Miss Lanes.

'Of Course!' I realised. 'Dot was unable to enjoy her orgasms until everything around her was neat and tidy.'

I recalled her urgency to complete the washing up and leave the kitchen completely tidy and it all fell into place.

'What a perfect little maid,’ I thought, 'tidiness before sex'. It was a behaviour pattern locked into her psyche by some clever psychotherapy developed at Miss Lanes. I reflected ruefully that it was probably all tied up with the cruel regime of discipline and punishment that I knew still prevailed there. Poor Dot had to have everything clean and neat or tidy before enjoying sex.

As she finished the last batch of folding I felt her physically relax again and she turned to smile at me. I nodded at the neat piles and looked questioningly into her eyes as our breasts and nipples gently brushed together. A small tear came to her eye as she nodded an affirmative to my unspoken question.

"Miss Lanes." She wept as her head settled sadly on my shoulder and her long soft hair brushed over our breasts.

"I know my darling. We've all been through it. It's all right now though, you're among friends. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Do you want me to stop?"

"Oh no!" She squeaked. "This is lovely."

By way of emphasis she wriggled her bottom some more to try and get my cock even deeper. It was already as deep as it could go and she only succeeded in grinding her clitty against my pubis. This enough however to open the floodgates of her desire and she settled comfortably onto him with her long youthful legs locked around my back. As I gently started to thrust, she reached down and fiddled with the washing machine controls. Suddenly it went into a spin cycle and started to vibrate madly.

Dots soft bottom started to vibrate and wobble in synchronisation and her love tube started to transmit delicious ripples along my cock. She let out high-pitched squeals of pleasure as her whole being rippled and vibrated. Her pert young breasts trembled and jiggled the stiff pink nipples against mine as more shockwaves of delight travelled to my rapidly approaching climax.

In no time at all an orgasm was boiling through my loins and my semen was spurting against my ticklish cunny lips. The sensation caused me to squirm and twitch as the sticky fluid caused my lips to become tacky and sensitive. My pussy then started to flood its own juices and the mixture ran onto the tops of my stockings before dripping to the floor. Dot now started to thrash and writhe as a splendid orgasm coursed through her body. Her sopping cunny left its telltales on the top of the spin-dryer as her bum slipped and slid around on the accelerating maelstrom of pleasure.

Her stiff nipples pressed hard against mine and I felt her frantic heartbeat thumping away as it pounded its rhythm under her breasts. She let out a deep groan of relief, as her final climax rumbled through her core and crashed like a thunderstorm in her tortured brain. Her body thrashed and shook in paroxysms of uncontrollable ecstasy, as her jaw became slack and her eyes blank. With a final wail, she collapsed against me and we remained locked together for several minutes as our exhausted bodies recovered.

"That was wonderful Bev," she whispered in my ear, "it's the first time that I've had someone with a proper prick all to my self -in my own time- and in private."

She gently arched her hips forward to allow me so slide my softening cock out then she stretched her long soft youthful legs to the floor.

"I understand Dot. I never had a completely spontaneous and free love match until the five of us left Miss Lanes. There was always the threat of one of the mistresses or staff interrupting it."

Dot squeezed against me and kissed me softly on my lips. She then set about tidying up the mess again. She knelt down and gently kissed my cock as she softly wiped the insides of my thighs. I took her hand and pulled her up to my lips again.

"I know how they programmed you Dot. But there really is no need to clean up directly after making love. It takes some of the edge off the afterglow."

Dot shook her head resignedly as she slipped from my grasp.

"It's no good Beverly. I simply have to do it. I- it's as though I'm having a multiple orgasm. There's no way I can explain it. You'd never understand. I just have to do it. I'm sorry."

I looked down sadly as she wiped the mess off the floor and thought about all the wild lovemaking that we five 'girls' had enjoyed on the big bed- the state of the sheets when we fell asleep. It would have given Dot nightmares of frustration if she had tried to tidy the bed after every bout of lovemaking.

 

Miss Lane’s academy had done its job well. Dot was the ideal maid for any sort of mistress or master. She always had to keep the place clean so this made her a good housekeeper.

She always wanted to tidy up immediately afterwards, this meant no 'evidence' if a master took advantage whilst the mistress of the house wasn't looking. She was bi-sexual so ideally suited for mistress or master. Finally she had to do it in the privacy of a place where she could clean up immediately afterwards, either her own room or a another room where a mistress or master could leave straight afterwards thus avoiding any deep emotional entanglements from any 'pillow talk’ after lovemaking.

I had to concede it to Miss Lane; she created a perfect maid- available, discreet and no emotional ties. I shuddered to think however, what deep emotional scarring had been done to poor Dot’s psyche.

"Have you been with the other girls all together?" I asked.

"No it's all but impossible for me to enjoy love in a bed because I'm always thinking of the sheets and untidiness as I thrash around. I invariably enjoy my sex down here in the privacy of my own domain. I subconsciously know that I'm achieving something as I bounce around on the spin-dryer or bend over the sink."

I felt a wave of deep sympathy for poor Dot. This was the best solution she could manage to compensate for the cruel sexual imprinting enforced at Miss Lanes.

"Well you're always welcome to join us all on the big bed. I'm afraid it would take several years of skilful counselling to free you from the mental trap of your sexual fixation."

"I'm not really sure that I really want to be cured anyway Miss Beverly. If my fixation were 'cured' as you put it, I would no longer connect tidiness and sex together. I would cease to enjoy my maid’s work. At present I sometimes enjoy a secret orgasm if I simply rub a floor brush handle against my clitty whilst sweeping the floor. If I was 'cured' as you put it, I wouldn't be good for anything else. I've got no other qualifications like you ladies."

I realised the subtle and cruel techniques that the academy used to lock pupils into their life rolls after school.

It was just like the Jesuit philosophy- Give us the child and you can have the man. It was a well-proven and clever technique that ensured the maids loyalty to their mistresses for the rest of their sexually active lives.

"Are you happy here then?" I asked.

"Oh Gosh! Yes! It's wonderful. I often speak with other maids on the grapevine and we all know who the cruel mistresses are."

"Mmm, yes." I agreed knowingly. "And I suppose Miss Lane does as well."

"Probably," agreed Dot, "she usually sends boy-girls to them."

"Are they preconditioned like you?"

"Usually, yes."

I smiled inwardly. I had been lucky that Dr James had discovered my hermaphrodism and that she had been so happy for it to assist her with her researches. I had since learned that there had been only one other known true human case of bilateral hermaphrodism and even that one had not born children.

 

I was unique in having both genders functioning in the same body and having successfully procreated my own children. It had been a miracle for Dr James and for me. Dot smiled and reached forward to unclip my suspender belt.

"I'll take these." She smiled as she gently worked the stockings down my legs. I shuddered with pleasure as her soft fingers caressed the insides of my legs. Her lips brushed softly along my flaccid organ and she looked up as I gently stroked her hair.

"I'll put these in the laundry basket and you'd better have a shower. "

She gently grasped my organ and whispered in my ear.

"I know he's lovely to play with but he looks awfully untidy. I'd prefer to see him washed and folded neatly away into some panties."

I giggled at her suggestion but there was some truth to her observation. He did look distinctly incongruous with his swollen purple head and thick veiny shank hanging down in front of my soft pink rounded thighs. Even my soft golden downy hair could not disguise his purposeful power and potential. I self-consciously adopted the natural female posture with one leg crossed in front of the other. This of course served only to thrust my organ outwards. The only way I could disguise him was to tuck him backwards into my vagina. The only problem then was that my cunny lips became excited as they were opened and he became horny again. It was all right if I had satiated him and he simply developed a 'lazy lob'.

Then he would nestle comfortably up inside my love tube and gently caress the soft velvety lining. After sex with Dot I was now in this condition of satiation and pretty sure that he wouldn't become stiff until I went to bed with the girls. I gently took Dot’s hand and demonstrated how he could be tucked backwards into my pussy.

Her eyes nearly popped out as she watched my disappearing trick and then copied it.

Her hands lingered around my cunny lips as she explored and groped all the secret parts that nestled in my crotch.

"The girls did mention this, but I couldn't be sure exactly how you were made until I had a look. You've got no balls though."

"I have, but they are now tucked away deep inside my abdomen. They don't get in the way when I tuck him into her like that."

Dot giggled as she repeated the trick one more time.

"And it doesn't hurt at all?"

"Nope. It makes perfect transition I can even get away with it on the beach. There's no bulge at all. Nice and neat as you prefer it. There are no balls to be crushed at all."

Dot gently nuzzled her lips into my crotch then carefully tugged him out again with her teeth. I gave a little shudder of nervousness as I felt her teeth. He was flaccid so my female psyche took over and I unconsciously spread my thighs. This demonstration of trust pleased Dot and she cleverly tucked him back into my cunny using just her teeth and lips. If I had been erect and she had taken him in her teeth my reactions would have been one of nervous panic. I explained this to her.

"When he's hard I feel like a boy but when he's soft I feel femme. Consequently I feel femme most of the time and that’s why I live as a woman.

I gently caressed Dot’s hair as she made a final inspection to satisfy her curiosity. My body was always a mystery to anybody when they first came across me so I was quite resigned to their curiosity, especially if we became intimate.

"It's true then that you can make yourself pregnant."

"Yes. Quite true. Not only can but did. It was when I reached puberty and my hormones were all up the creek. Dr James couldn’t get the contraceptive dosage right and I fell pregnant to myself with twins. You'll meet them during the holidays"

"Mmmm! I'd like that. Boy and girl aren't they?"

I paused for a moment. We had no idea how Bernard was going to turn out. He was wearing a blue ribbon at Miss Lanes. I hesitated then realised that Dot was bound to find out sooner or later. It may as well be now.

"My son Bernard is probably like me, a bilateral hermaphrodite. My little daughter is a real lady a little poppet."

"That's fantastic. Gosh it must be fabulous to experience both kinds of sex," she added enviously.

"Not always my love. Believe me there are plenty of complications. Come on I’ll have to get ready for bed. The others are probably waiting for me up there now. Are you going to join us? I'll help you clean up here first."

I felt a little sorry for Dot and her need to leave everything clean. I helped her tidy up then we slipped into the downstairs shower and washed each other. After we had dried each other down she went to the clean linen drawers and got me a clean teddy whilst she dug out one of her basques and some stockings. She studied my crotch and admired the way my bulge was so cleverly disposed of.

"Gosh Bev, your transition is perfect."

I had to admit that Dr James had done a good job and I felt little or no discomfort whatever underwear I had on unless I got horny. With our hands around each other’s waists and our hips pressing sexily together we used the stairs instead of the big lift.

Vee, Jenny, Cye and Jacky were all lying on the huge bed neatly attired in their frilly night teddies. I noticed their immediate interest in my crotch and the flickers of disappointment at the total lack of a bulge in my teddy. Dot noticed it also and she glanced at me guiltily. She knelt on the bed with her bum towards me and 'presented' her delectable rump and naked crotch for my perusal.

The soft ripe curves and youthful limbs encased in nylon and framed by the frilly hem of her basque soon started my engines again. I fidgeted with my teddy crotch as my organ responded and a rustle of anticipation whispered over the satin sheets as the girls detected my reaction. Within minutes our randy sextet was beavering away as passions and feelings took over. We had started the night early but it was well into the small hours before we all finally fell asleep. My homecoming had been especially nice and I had honoured my commitment to show my thanks to Vee for her hard work on the legal front. I fell asleep with a clear conscience and didn't wake up until mid morning. I found my self-alone in the bed with the bedclothes tucked in neatly around me. Jet lag had caught up with me and the others had let me lie in.

My awaking had alerted Dot who appeared with a breakfast tray as I was washing. I smiled at her and we sat on the bed together as she played mother and poured the tea.

"This is a little luxury I could learn to enjoy." I giggled.

"I didn’t realise how hard I worked helping the others all the time. You'll prove to be a godsend. Veronica was very astute to employ a maid."

Dot studied me for a few seconds before nervously broaching a subject.

"I I’d like you to think of me more as a friend than a simple domestic. You would be the first real friend I've ever had."

I thought back about my time at Miss Lanes and realised that not all the pupils had had such a good time as me. I realised that Miss Lane and Dr James had recognised the potential of the five of us and allowed us to go much our own ways. Some of the ‘girls’ had suffered severe discipline all the days of their school lives. I gave a little shudder as I tried to contemplate what poor Dot might have endured. She spotted my shudder as my breasts wobbled and she reached out to me.

"What's the matter? Are you cold?"

"No Dot my darling. I was just thinking about Miss Lanes."

Dot made a face, which said it all. It was obvious that she did not want to talk about her school days.

I realised that it could not have been easy being the child of one of the staff. It would have been a heaven sent opportunity for any really unhappy children to get back at the academy. As I finished my breakfast Dot took the tray and returned with my underwear. She was now fully familiar with my underwear and started to fit my cache-sex. I usually wore one to ensure that I didn't develop any unruly bulges whilst out in public but I hadn’t intended wearing one today.

"I don't think that will be necessary today Dot. I'll only be working in the labs in a loose tee shirt and leggings. I wont be going anywhere in public."

"I was just thinking about your excellent transition ma-am. It's a pity to spoil it by letting it get out of control. I think it's a good habit to get into if you always want to look and feel fashionable and presentable."

I thought about this for a moment and conceded that Dot might have a point. Her passion for tidiness also translated into a concern for appearances. My appearance was a reflection on her care. It would be unfair on her if I became slovenly. My preoccupation with my work had caused me to become uncaring to some extent about my appearance.

"Very well then Dot, you have a point. I'm never sure if I'm to attend some sort of business meeting at short notice. I'll wear it. But not too tight mind!"

A little smile of satisfaction flicked across her lips as she bent down. She gently slipped it around my loins and lingered, -a little too long I thought- around my groin as she tied it back. She then slipped my bra on and slowly caressed my breasts as she moulded them into my cups. I was definitely getting aroused as she slowly drew the stockings up my legs and clipped them to the suspender belt around my waist. She then lifted my arms and fitted a body - blouse over my shoulders.

The fiddling of her fingers with the hooks and eyes in my crotch did nothing for my peace of mind. I gave a little twitch and spoke.

 

"D- don't be too naughty now Dot. I've got to keep my mind on my researches during the day you know. I've got a lot of work to get through. L- lets keep this sort of ‘dressing’ for evenings, weekends and special occasions, O.K?"

"Yes Miss. Very well Miss."

Dot gave a little courtesy and proceeded to zip up my pleated skirt. I reconciled my self to the fact that Dot didn't really approve of leggings and I wasn't going to get much opportunity to enjoy the freedom and comfort of them. She then took a hairbrush and started to brush my long flowing hair. It was long time since I had enjoyed the soft intimacy of this attention and I relaxed blissfully as Dot gently drew the brush through my tresses. It was one of the most relaxing sensations and I almost went into a trance as I let her take complete control of my morning toilet. A few light touches of make-up were added and I stepped into comfortable pair of low-heeled court shoes- ready to face the afternoon.

"Thank you Dot, that was wonderful. It's something that I have missed for years; being really pampered like that."

I bent to give her a peck on the cheek but she threw her arms around me and hugged me gently.

"It's me that should be thanking you Miss Beverly. I'm really happy here. It's such a lovely old house and such wonderful girls to care for. Thank you once again."

We parted company, me to the labs and Dot to her kitchens. I had some loose ends to finish before picking up the next part of my research jigsaw. These were completed satisfactorily and I soon plunged into the next stage. This was to develop techniques in microsurgery for cutting and splicing nerve tissue so that it could heal and resume transmitting nerve pulses. The big problem proved to be getting the nerve tissue to regenerate after any surgical procedures.

I had some ideas involving retinoic acids and these were to be my first angles of attack. Cynthia had already prepared some low-grade laboratory animals during my stay in America and we commenced our researches on these.

I reached the lab later that afternoon to find Cye busy preparing a small squid. Squids were excellent creatures for researching nerve tissue.

"How's it going Cye?" I asked.

"Well I've chosen this one because of its type and size. It's only about a foot long and it's got a well-defined nervous system going down the central core.

They are about the same thickness as human nerves; good for practice but easy to handle on the lab worktop.

Cynthia and I then set about our work. It was weeks before we had completed our first tentative steps then we had to wait see if our work was successful. It was and we were the proud possessors of a squid with eleven working tentacles. He didn't seem bothered by it and employed his extra appendage with equal dexterity.

The strange thing was that the extra tentacle developed reproductive organs it mated successfully with another. This proved to be an intriguing deviation but more importantly, Jacky discovered some important aspects of genetic linking and coding from it.

This facilitated several useful short cuts in the lower order genome mapping. It was uncanny how many times an unexpected development produced interesting results for Jacky and Jenny to spring off.

As we slowly plodded up the higher orders of animals our skills improved and our nerve repair surgery became second to none. We still hit problems though and often had to return to basics to find the solutions. Fortunately Jacky’s encyclopaedic knowledge of cell genetics and Jenny’s statistical analytical skills usually proved equal to the problem. Within a few more months we had reached work on the higher mammals.

One cold winter’s morn a quintet of hopeful girls gathered around an anaesthetised dog as it recovered from its operation. We waited to see if our handiwork was successful. We had grafted an extra tail on the dog to see if it could wag both tails.

Our efforts had a mixed success. The nerves transmitted a weakened signal to both tails and they seemed to suffer some slight paralysis. It was as if the signal was divided and weakened as it travelled along the nerve pathways.

The dog awoke to find itself with two tails and it whimpered nervously at the strange apparition waving at its rear. It did however manage to wag the tails independently and this proved that our microsurgery was working. Furthermore, it had involved work on the base of the actual spinal column. This was an important technical step. We all smiled as Jacky formulated our thoughts.

"Well we're nearly there except that the signals seem to divide and weaken."

I shook my head.

"That's not good enough. We are going to have to find ways of boosting the signals, probably at the junctions of the nerves."

"We should be able to do that by modifying the enzymes and proteins that coat the nerves. If we can create a metabolism that supplies sugars to the nerve coatings at the actual graft they should be able to reverse the signal attenuation."

I looked hard at Jacky as the concept struggled in my brain.

"Good god Jacky that would be almost tantamount to a small mini brain at each graft. Like the old dinosaur hip brains."

Jacky shook her head.

"It's not that complicated Bev. I've done some researches into this and I think it will only take a few neurones to achieve it. A lot less than the ganglia you find in insects."

I raised my eyebrows with surprise but had to accept Jacky’s opinion. She was far further down that road in anticipation of our needs. Cye also looked surprised at Jacky’s opinion and voiced her thoughts.

"Well, if what you say is true Jacky. Then our work is well on course."

A fricassee of anticipation fluttered through the group and we all smiled at each other. It was time for a thought busting session. We usually did this in the dining room in the evening but this was too important to delay.

Cye hitched herself onto a worktop and her stumps swung freely under her short skirt as she spoke.

 

"Those ganglia boosters are also going to have to work as dampers to reduce signal strength when two sensory nerves are joined. If not then maybe the single nerve could be overloaded when conveying messages to the brain."

"That shouldn't be a problem a problem." Opined Jacky. "The only problem is to organise an accurate test to see if the correct information is reaching the brain."

"Hmmm, that would require predictable behavioural responses from a sentient animal. An ape or some animal we know would respond as predicted and trained." Answered Cye.

"So the only way is to do the work on a higher animal with a discreet sensory or motor nerve terminal and then identify the responses to determine that the right effects have been produced." I pondered.

Jenny now displayed her brilliance once again. She often recognised numerous aspects of the problem and plunged straight to the core of a solution. This was another of her flashes of genius.

"Well the animal has got to be horse then because that's the final animal we shall be dealing with when we conclude these researches. It's also a trained animal so we have predictable responses and expected results. The trick is to decide what responses are the best and how to create the right response."

We all sat quietly as our gears ground away in our heads. Jenny clicked her fingers.

"As I see it, the problem is deciding which is the best single individual nerve to work on."

"Correct." I agreed.

"Well the best nerve would be the auricular nerve in the ear. If we cross over the auricular nerves we can see if the horse turns its head the wrong way when it hears a noise and is properly blinkered. What's more, the auricular and retinal nerves seem most responsive to small treatments of retinoic acid and vitamin A treatments. That would seem to be the logical path, particularly if we are going to have to start practising microsurgery on the larger higher mammals"

We looked at Jenny with admiration. She had solved about four problems with one simple experiment. After some more discussions we resolved to conduct this experiment as soon as possible.

After agreeing the strategy, Cye and I had a lot of reading to do to revise our knowledge of the hearing systems of the horse. I had to revise my microsurgery and Cye to revise her veterinary knowledge of the horse's head to share the scalpel work. After two weeks we had done the operation and it simply remained to see if the horse’s behaviour was as expected. To our immense relief and satisfaction, it was. If we approached the blinkered animal from the left it naturally turned its head to the right and vice versa. When we took the animals blinkers off, it became quite distressed as eyes and ears conveyed contradictory information to its brain. Cye watched the animal as it circled confusedly around the paddock.

"She will be very distressed for a few days, but the brain will readjust itself and within a matter of months it will have relearned to hear 'properly'. She'll soon get over it. Like a stroke victim learning to re-use other parts of the brain to recover old skills."

So ended the first stage of our investigations.

 

 

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