Mare's Tales
by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 29

My older twins were now virtually twin sisters. We had spent some important time shopping for Bernadette and she had passed her ‘Rite of Passage’. She now thought of herself as a girl and lived as one despite having the all-important indicator of her dual sexuality. She mimicked me in nearly everything and for all practical purposes was deemed to be a girl. Her new passport had arrived so there would be no problems with immigration or police.

The onset of Bernadette’s femininity had had some unexpected results. Her sister Jeanette no longer felt threatened by her newly found sister and had resumed sleeping with her. I had a few reservations about this but they were now of legal adult age and I could not technically intervene. I often heard them giggling quietly away as they discovered new things about their bodies. They objected to having to wear the long legged ‘lock-up’ panty girdles, but it was the only way that I could ensure that they did not go ‘all the way’ and get pregnant. I knew that they were still enjoying themselves at night and I often smiled to myself nervously as I heard them giggling and gasping deep in the night. By way of additional precaution, Margaret had made our daughter Susan wear a similar panty girdle to ensure her ‘chastity’ as well.

It was amusing for us to watch the antics of the children when we were in company.

Each of the children had to wear fairly short frocks because of the heat. When we were visiting anywhere and they got too active or bent over too far, the frilly cuffs of their panty girdle legs would be exposed for any passer by to see. After a few strange looks and sniggers the girls became self-conscious and soon adopted more demure behaviour in public.

When we were camped away off the beaten track however, the girls wore jeans and they more than compensated for the enforced constraint. Another advantage of the lock-up devices meant that the girls never wandered far. They always had to return to Margaret or me if they needed to make a call of nature. It was interesting to notice that as our holiday progressed, how the girls matured steadily.

Their rough and tumble games became less frenetic and competitive as their feminine hormones pushed them steadily towards womanhood. Bernadette’s bra size increased steadily until she reached a 38 D and she wobbled vulnerably every time she enjoyed a rough and tumble. With this growth her nipples became progressively more sensitive and eventually precluded her from any boisterous play. She was finally forced to watch enviously from the sidelines as her tomboyish sisters still enjoyed their brief additional months of liberty. The flip side was that I often caught Susan and Jeanette eying Bernadette’s breasts enviously when they prepared for bed. It reminded me of the time all those years ago when the young Veronica had been envious of my hormone enhanced glands.

Bernadette was not slow to notice the attention her breasts were attracting and she took to strutting around with a ‘push-up’ bra purely to irritate her sisters. It was the last straw for Jeanette and Susan. They came to see me one day as we were camped in the Nevada desert near Las Vegas. We were booked to visit the show where Debbie and her friends were dancing and we had just settled down for the evening.

Jeanette sat down beside me in the glow of the campfire. From her reflective silence I could tell she was plucking up the courage to speak.

"Mummy. Why does Bernadette have much bigger boobs than me and Susan?"

I reached out and squeezed her hand.

"Because her hormones are more active just now."

"But we’re twins. Shouldn’t our boobs be the same size if we’re growing up together?"

"Bernadette’s on special medication dear. Don’t worry. Yours will catch up when you get older."

"I hope so." She replied lamely, only half believing me. "Can you give me something extra so that I’ll catch her up, oh- and another thing. Why do I have to wear this panty girdle all the time? It’s awfully tight."

"What d’you mean darling. They fit you nice and snugly and they don’t even show a panty line under your jeans or leggings."

"No I mean they’re too tight around my tickly."

I smiled at her expression but her discomfort embarrassed me. Jeanette’s clitty wasn’t that pronounced when I had last checked her and it shouldn’t feel crushed or uncomfortable under the panty girdle. I motioned to her to follow me into the van and there I unlocked the waistband. Self-consciously, she removed them and stood with her young thighs pressed together. Gently I held her soft young shoulders and whispered encouragement.

"Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to do anything. I just want to see why they are too tight."

"Oh mummy. Do I have to?"

"Well if you don’t I wont be able to do anything for you. Come on don’t be afraid, part your legs."

Self-consciously she lay back on the bed and nervously spread her thighs. I peered at her young form and saw nothing untoward.

"There doesn’t seem to be anything that should make you feel tight darling."

Jeanette bit her lip and whispered.

"Wait a minute mummy. Watch this."

She gently squeezed and pressed her clitty rhythmically until she started to get aroused. Her hips gyrated slightly and I was shocked at the rapid enlargement of her bud. From a small nub of about one centimetre long, it had started growing and thickening until it presented as a perfect little miniature penis about seven to nine centimetre long. It had even escaped from its foreskin to display a shiny velvety tip.

I gently removed her busy fingers and held the brave little erection in my hands. Jeanette gave a little gasp as her hips thrust aggressively like a man’s. The lips of her vulva had also started to glisten and I tested the moisture. Her legs parted a little wider and she gave a little submissive sigh as her masculine responses subsided. It was obvious that her feminine side was still in the ascendancy.

"Good heavens Jeanette. How long has your eh ‘tickly thing’ been growing like this?" I smiled inwardly as I used her words for it.

"Since we left San Francisco."

"Good gracious my pet. Why didn’t you come to me sooner?"

"I hoped it would go away again. I hoped it was just a temporary aberration."

I shook my head in wonderment at her naiveté then carefully felt around under the plucky little erection for any further signs of growth. She twitched and smiled before looking at me with puzzlement.

"What are you feeling for mummy?"

"Any other signs my love. Does anything come out of the end?"

"No mummy, I still pee from between my legs. Just like Susan."

I double checked the end of her ‘tickly thing’ and sighed with relief. The eye was definitely blank. Under the foreskin the ‘bell-end’ resembled a perfect miniature penis but the organ functioned ‘not at all’. Jeanette’s ‘tickly thing’ was exactly that, a splendid little device to please a woman -or man- with, but entirely without consequences. Relieved, I gently caressed it and Jeanette let out a whimper of delight.

"Oooh! Mummy! That was nice, do it again."

I smiled and produced a pair of my own silky knickers from my draw. She placed her delicate ankles in them and I drew them up to her knees.

"You needn’t wear those panty girdles during the day again my dear, only at night when you’re with Bernadette. These will be much more comfortable."

Gently I squeezed her ‘tickly thing’ and she raised her pelvis as she thrust towards me. I deftly slipped the silky delights over her hips and tweaked the waistband around her hips. I then returned my attentions to the proud little ‘tent’ up the front of her knickers and gently stroked the stiff little ‘ridge-pole’ through the stretchy filmy material. Jeanette let out a long low sigh and gyrated her hips. This motion slowly changed to a pumping motion as her orgasm started to boil through her loins.

I promptly stopped ‘assisting’ her and she suddenly became self consciously aware of her excited state as her unfulfilled needs dictated her pelvic motions. The confused needs of both her male and female parts caused her hips to alternately gyrate and pump as her probing hands searched for the right combinations of stimulation.

"Help me mummy. What’s happening?"

She was simultaneously embarrassed at having an orgasm in front of me yet desperately in need of assistance to complete the satisfaction of her dual urges. She simply didn’t have enough hands. Self consciously, and not without some tears she grasped my hand and placed it on her vulva lips. There I gently squeezed and probed her female parts whilst her own unskilled fingers desperately manipulated her ‘tickly thing’. From her desperate condition I could tell that she wasn’t quite reaching the final climactic stage and I searched my mind for that last little something that could burst through the wall. Steadily Jeanette was getting more and more frustrated as her libido demanded that last final breakthrough. Urgently I searched my mind for the final stimulus and climbed onto the bed beside her.

"My nipples! Mummy. My tits, quick, please, they’ they’re bursting."

I could have kicked myself for being so stupid. Her nipples had grown to the size of strawberries and were glaringly obvious in their demands to be attended to. Gently I took one in my lips and the other in my spare hand then gently sucked and rolled.

Jeanette exploded into an orgasm and squealed with delight as her feet drummed a tattoo on the bed board. I simply ‘held on’ as the boat that was her body tossed and rolled in the maelstrom of her needs.

Eventually, we reached calmer waters and her body slowly subsided from its desperate crescendo. As her ragged breathing recovered I whispered soothingly in her ear.

"There you are my dear. That wasn’t too hard was it? You must not suppress your body’s needs, there’s no need to be ashamed or secretive about anything. If you ever find that you need help with your satisfaction, there are plenty of understanding souls who’ll be more than willing to help you with tenderness and sympathy. In future avoid using your sisters or me. Nobody is ever going to take advantage of you. Your body is no stranger than Bernadette’s or mine. There is no need to ever feel ashamed of your arrangements. Believe me, they are a positive factor not a negative one. Ask any of my friends here in the camp.

Jeanette lay sobbing with relief as her exhausted body recovered. A slow smile crossed her face as she realised what my words meant. Jeanette had entered the adult world before her sisters and it was doing wonders for her ego.

From that day forward, Jeanette never looked back. She came to terms with her dual sexuality and led a much more relaxed life as she explored each new discovery of her sexuality.

After having seen Debbie and her friends in their last show in Las Vegas our group split up for a while. Diana had rejoined us with plans to take the boat through the Panama Canal. Margaret and Jane decided to accompany her and we split up with plans to meet up again down in Florida. I was happy to continue with all the children on their educational tour of North America. We changed our fleet of small vans for some larger ones and set off for Canada and the North Eastern states.

Whilst enjoying the remote wilderness of Canada and Alaska we heard the stunning news that a dancer in Las Vegas had become pregnant. Needless to add, the whole scientific world was in uproar. I smiled inwardly as I read that scientists and government beset poor Debbie on all sides.

Their main aim was to determine who the father was but Debbie had been so promiscuous during the time she was working in the show that she had bedded dozens of partners, many of whom she couldn’t even remember.

The government went literally bananas trying to trace all the possible leads but they were forced to concede that whoever he was they could not trace him. Such had been Debbie’s life style it was mission impossible. Like many girls struggling in her profession the casting couch had been a necessary evil. The father’s identity remained a firm secret. They were looking for a man, not a ‘boy-girl’

Since the advent of the comet the whole moral fabric of society had become unravelled. As the perception of the ‘end of humanity’ took hold people became more and more promiscuous. A D.N.A. Test on Debbie’s foetus proved that -although the baby was female-, the father, whoever he was, could sire males as well. The CIA and FBI were going frantic in their endeavours. Most people reasoned that since the end of humanity was nigh, it was not worth living to a ripe old age.

The advent of Debbie’s baby changed all that. She was feted wherever she went and treated like a second Madonna by some religious cranks. Her life was turned upside-down and wrecked beyond repair.

The poor girl was forced to move in secrecy to avoid the various attentions of religious fanatics and crackpots, some of whom, even wanted to kill her, deeming her child to be ‘the spawn of Satan’.

I felt sorry for her as I followed the case and I resolved to make it up to her some day. For the time being though, it was to be my little revenge trick on her for the stunt with the ring.

I smiled inwardly as I contemplated what the investigating doctors and government authorities made of her peculiar body jewellery and erotic piercing.

For the present however, my secret remained safe, and I continued touring the North American continent without a hitch. I even decided to release Susan from her lock-up panty girdle. She was of legal age now and showing an advanced mature sense of responsibility. She knew for certain that Bernadette and I had the only fertile sperm on earth so by avoiding contact with us she was safe sexually and legally. Susan followed the same route as Jeanette in quickly coming to terms with her body and I often heard then indulging in their newfound pleasures. I sometimes wistfully pined for my partners. Now I was the only ‘adult’ in my party and I was forced to be celibate. Poor Bernadette however, was forced to remain locked up in her girdle until she understood the full implications of any promiscuous act and she finally learned to control her desperately horny teenage libido. With her rapidly growing sex drive she could become a danger to all our efforts at secrecy if she impregnated of her sisters. I also had to contact Veronica in the labs back home to increase the dosage of contraceptive pills to ensure no self-fertilisation occurred.

Poor Bernadette was becoming a serious problem and nobody knew it better than her. Often during the still wilderness nights she would come weeping to my bed overwhelmed by her sexual urges and needs. We desperately needed to get her to the operating table and rearrange her sexual organs. Although Susan and Jeanette were aware of Bernadette’s fertile condition, they thought that her enforced restraint was some sort of psychotherapy. We had to let them think that and get along under their own devices. My younger children fortunately were blissfully ignorant of the tensions and provided us all endless pleasure as they marvelled at what we saw and found during our travels.

After our northern exposure we picked our way south into the Canadian Corn Belt then east towards the Great Lakes and New York, thence into the southern states along the Mississippi valley towards New Orleans.

Here the older children had a wonderful time visiting the sites. Bourbon Street and all the strange variety fascinated them. Whilst the younger ones were safely abed in a hotel crèche, the older ones sneaked away and visited all the strange delights. They returned wide-eyed with wonder but chastened at the desperate conditions of some of the less fortunate denizens of the area. Since the comet and the demise of morality the area had been allowed to flourish with no control at all. What had once been restricted to the bars and nightclubs was now openly flourishing on the streets. They had even had a few narrow brushes themselves before returning to the hotel. I had been frantic with worry and was relieved to find them a little less chirpier with tear stained faces after having been groped and pinched in the most intimate of places by some of the most obscene specimens of manhood they could imagine.

"Well, let that be a lesson to you." I cautioned. "You’re a lot better off with your mums and dad."

Ruefully they agreed and thankfully went to bed whilst I continued making telephone calls. Miss Lane had given me some important addresses when she had sent Bernadette’s new passport, and I was busy making contacts.

 

The following morning I arranged several personal calls on some of Miss Lane’s American acquaintances. Each one confirmed my identity and passed me along the ‘secret railway’ until I finally found myself outside a beautiful ‘antebellum’ mansion set in a huge piece of parkland in one of the most secluded and secretive spots I had seen. Without all the specific guidance and instructions I would never have found it.

As our travel-stained caravan swept up the magnificent drive the children’s eyes widened in appreciation. The main house with its splendid columns stood amidst its own impeccable lawns framed by beautiful magnolias and some huge trees that I did not recognise. They were later described to me as Spanish Oaks. The whole scene set off the facade of the house perfectly. The finishing touch was a group of pretty young ladies playing on the lawns in front of the house. They were about the same age as Bernadette, Jeanette and Susan and I caught my children’s eyes widen with pleasure at the prospect of meeting some real American children of their own age.

They had been starved of peer-group friendship since leaving home nearly two years ago and they eagerly looked forward to the prospect of new acquaintances.

The young ladies on the lawn stopped talking and stood up as the strange mud splattered vehicles crunched over the gravel. Bernadette gave and excited wave and the girls waved politely back.

"They don’t seem very excited to see us." Observed Jeanette.

"Wait and see," I cautioned, "don’t let first appearances deceive you."

An older lady appeared at the steps with a friendly wave and welcoming smile. The young ladies took this as their cue and immediately ran forward chattering excitedly as we pulled up at the steps. My scruffy, travel worn children tumbled wildly out of the vans and stood bemused as the American girls hesitated awkwardly. The contrast with the American’s pretty bowed dresses and ribboned hats was sufficient to cause doubt. Another figure appeared at the top of the steps and I instantly recognised her as my old head mistress Miss Lane. I clambered out of the van and skipped up the steps to renew old acquaintances and make new ones. The American lady called out to her girls as she lightly clapped her hands.

"It’s alright ladies. They are from England and the same as you."

With these words the American girls dropped all pretence of formality and started chattering happily again. I had to speak quite loudly to make myself heard above the chirping voices on the lawn.

"Lovely to see you Miss Lane and-."

"Miss Green." Added Miss Lane, "The principal of this college for young ladies."

"Delighted to meet you Miss Green."

"Likewise, I’m sure." Responded the principal.

A brief knowing glance passed between us and confirmed what I already knew. Miss Lane’s and Miss Green’s were sister schools.

"My senior class will take care of your children, do come inside."

 

I glanced back to see the be-ribboned young ladies cooing and cuddling my younger children while my older ones chatted and giggled as though they had been there all their lives. Knowing that they would soon be settled in, I followed the older ladies into the cool of the mansion. I smiled apologetically for the woebegone appearance of the children but we had been enjoying ourselves on land and sea for some two years. Their backwoodsman appearances were excusable. I knew that once in the more civilised surroundings of the school their manners would return.

Miss Green clapped her hands genteelly and all the pupils turned obediently and followed us into the hall. My own children did not let me down and followed demurely. Miss Lane smiled at me approvingly.

"How lovely to see you and the children again Beverly."

"Thank you Miss Lane. It’s nice to see you again. Is this place exactly the same?"

"Basically yes." Interrupted Miss Green. "The main difference is that the children don’t know who is who unless they choose to. We don’t use the ribbon system here. American boys tend to be a little more macho and like to keep their feminine urges secret until they are able to deal with them. This means sometimes that they may be upwards of twelve before ‘coming out’. This group of seniors comprises two boy-girls, and three girls but only three of them know about each other. The other two haven’t plucked up enough courage yet. Miss Lane and I agree to differ on a few small but important things.

The American culture and the ‘Bill of Rights’ affects our treatment of our pupils. For instance, there are no dormitories here, each pupil has her own study."

Miss Lane nodded her acquiescence and smiled at me.

"Will your younger children be starting at our academy when they return home?"

"Oh yes. The little ones will be starting there from scratch as it were. However, the older ones will only be a few years before university beckons. It’s no problem though Jeanette and Susan are full girls and Bernadette is to all intents and purposes a girl. It’s only a matter of corrective surgery to make her exactly like me. She’s virtually a replica of me and is to have the same surgery as me. Except of course for that little trick you played on my urethra."

Miss Lane smiled wanly and Miss Green’s ears pricked up before she spoke again.

"Oh yes. I want to hear all about this hermaphrodism. It sounds most interesting. Miss Lane has spoken briefly of it but I’d like to have more details."

"You will Miss Green, you will." I chuckled

"Don’t you want Bernadette to behave like a lady then?" Asked Miss Lane.

"No thank you. There are some important reasons why Bernadette must retain a fully functioning penis, but I can’t discuss them here."

I had no intentions of divulging Bernadette’s and my secret fertility. I glanced towards her and she caught the tail end of the conversation. A shadow of doubt crossed her face but I smiled reassuringly. Miss Lane caught the interaction but even her sharp brain made no connection between my reference to fully functioning penisis and the possibility of male fertility. I told myself that I was becoming paranoid about our fertility. The burden of our secret was becoming heavier all the time.

As I reflected on it Miss green changed the subject.

 

"I’m surprised that you let your children dress like that Beverly. Why don’t you make them dress in frocks and indulge their femininity?"

"Well, to be honest Miss Green, I was letting them enjoy their freedom a little longer before they resume their studies at the academy back home. They are fully used to discipline but it’s the discipline of the sea and outdoors, the discipline of survival and self preservation."

Miss Green paused thoughtfully then nodded slowly as Miss Lane added.

"There will be some important things to discuss though Beverly. They will be starting late at the school and there will be some important adjustments to be made."

I nodded agreement and pointed out that all of my children were either full girls or hermaphrodites in voluntary female roles so there would be few if any problems concerning feminisation and any enforcement. Miss Lane smiled and nodded approvingly.

"Of course Beverly, if they are anything like you they will be model pupils."

"Very well then," Interjected Miss Green, "but if they are going to stay here for the summer then they will have to conform to this schools rules and conform to our dress code."

"Oh don’t worry Miss Green. The children are all quite used to frilly dresses and control. In fact," I added -sotto -voca-, "Bernadette is restrained now in a ‘lock-up’ panty girdle."

For a moment Miss Green let down her guard and a brief glimmer of lust lit up her eyes. She regained her reserved composure almost immediately but she knew that I’d noticed. She replied a little too quickly.

"I- I’m glad to hear it Beverly. I’m sure they’ll all enjoy their stay here."

I decided to change the subject.

"One thing just crossed my mind Miss Green, am I correct in thinking that you have all the usual medical facilities?"

"Well of course my dear. Are you er-?" She trailed off lamely.

"Possibly. There are a few things to be discussed however. I’m expecting Doctor Margaret James from Florida within a few weeks, I’m sure you’re familiar with her work. If you’re agreeable, we’d like to operate on Bernadette while were here. There are some important developments."

A puzzled frown settled on Miss Green’s brow and Miss Lane gave me a long sideways look. Miss Lane finally spoke.

"Well your work with your centaur friends is known world wide. I’m sure Miss Green’s surgeon would be honoured to join you in the theatre."

"Oh yes, I’m sure she would." Agreed Miss Green. "We’d all look forward to seeing your work."

Our little group fell silent until a dinner bell tinkled inside the house. A pair of very pretty little maids arrived and courtesied. I couldn’t help wondering. Miss Green noticed my reflection and confirmed that they were-.

"Twins; one of each’. Come on, let’s have a cool drink then we’ll dine."

The house was laid out exactly as it had been built in the old gracious style of the plantation days. It was run like it as well.

As we sipped our cool sundowners, I slipped away and ‘dressed for dinner. Miss Green ran her school on very formal lines. The youngest pupils were all dressed in smart frilly little frocks with endless ruffles and bows just like the old plantation styles. The middle year pupils were all attired in frilly black maids outfits with severely corseted waists. They were obviously undergoing the important discipline and training for careers as maids in later life. It was a foundation training on which they could build academic careers if they proved to have an academic bent.

Like Miss Lane, Miss Green firmly believed in her ‘girls’ having as many strings to their bows as possible. It was a very competitive life in America.

The senior girls sported long gorgeous ‘southern bell’ silk ball gowns with voluminous petticoats that accentuated their slender bodies and rounded feminine curves. The pupils I had seen earlier had obviously changed for dinner. I spotted my own children now bedecked in some beautiful creations and was surprised to see how beautiful they had become. Their years of dressing in jeans and loose tops on the boat had disguised how beautiful they were. Now they had ‘scrubbed up’ it was a pleasant shock for me and I smiled across the dining hall as they took their places.

I took my place as a guest at the top table and we discussed the various differences and similarities between the respective academies.

One of the younger newer pupils was required to stand before the top table facing us. She lifted the front of her frock to reveal the special training underwear so important to the school’s regime. Later one of the senior girls was invited to do the same. With a dignity and aplomb that could only have been born of years of practice she gracefully raised her petticoats to reveal the same arrangements. Albeit that they were much more frilly and effeminate. The girl smiled coquettishly as she stepped lightly off the dais then wiggled her hips provocatively.

Miss Green immediately motioned to her to return and she was forced to ‘present’ her buttocks. Her frilly panty-corselet was unlaced at the back and her rounded cheeks exposed. Six swift lashes were administered and I noticed a pretty little erection bulging in the front of her knickers. The discipline here was equally harsh but I was puzzled by this girl’s obvious enjoyment.

Miss Green read my thoughts and pursed her lips thoughtfully.

"Bit of a masochist, that one Beverly."

I smiled, nodded my head and resumed discussing our plans.

"About your children, Beverly." Inquired Miss Green. "What sort of academic standard have they achieved?"

"Oh you need have no fears on that score Miss Green." I reassured her. "Their maths, english, science and geography have been honed to perfection as they’ve navigated around the world. They have also enjoyed the fruits of their historic visits to Italy, Greece and Egypt. You will find little lacking on that score."

"And their, ahem- emotional development." She faltered slightly.

"Perhaps a little backward," I conceded, "and their social graces may be a bit rough after years of Ocean Yachting."

 

"Well, we’ll soon put all that right. They will learn all about gracious good manners and southern hospitality here."

The middle school pupils had prepared an excellent meal and my enjoyment of it was enhanced by the scintillating conversation throughout the evening. Occasionally, as I glanced around the hall, I paused to watch my children’s animated conversation and came to think that the school was a lively happy place. Eventually as I was finishing my coffee, Miss green stood up and tapped discreetly on a glass. The noisy buzz fell silent immediately and the school turned as one to face her as she spoke.

Miss Green announced our arrival at the school and our intention to finish the semester as guests. My children were made to stand and be introduced to the whole school so that they could be recognised. As they sat down again I was surprised to see the lower school children immediately rise as one and quietly file out of the hall table by table. This done, the middle school immediately followed suit with the same military precision. It was all done with such split second response and timing that I was left breathless with astonishment. My children also sat stunned with surprise as the tables around them emptied in precise order, with no instructions or obvious co-ordination.

The whole routine continued until only the older girls were left seated at the head of each dining table. I turned to congratulate Miss Green on her discipline and control when I noticed a small keyboard in her lap under the table. It resembled a computer keyboard but with less buttons. She noticed my curiosity and smiled as she explained its function.

"My little box of tricks Beverly."

"What’s it for?" I queried.

"Well the buttons control my girls just like a T.V, or video zapper"

"Good God!" I gasped. "How does it work?"

"Well it’s one of the best kept secrets of the school, however; Miss Lane informs me that you are completely reliable so I’ll explain."

She paused to slide her chair back slightly so that I could get a better view before she continued.

"In truth Beverly, it was really as a result of your researches into microsurgery and neurological experiments that this little gem became possible. Now, if you watch that rather pretty red haired girl in the green dress on the end table. I’ll show you how it works."

I turned to study the aforementioned girl who was stunningly beautiful. She was laughing and smiling with her senior friends who had now gathered at two tables close to our ‘top table’. Miss Green deftly selected some buttons on her zapper. The effect was shocking and immediate.

The smile disappeared as if by magic and the girl stood gracefully to attention. The conversation died rapidly as all eyes in the hall turned to study the girl then stare nervously towards Miss Green. The headmistress then tapped some more buttons and the girl started to press her thighs together. Her hips and derriere started to rotate gently then writhe and thrust urgently as Miss Green twisted a little control dial to a higher reading. An expression of wanton lust spread across the girl’s face and her beautiful mouth now hung slack and wide as she gasped for breath. Miss Green then passed the zapper to me and indicated which buttons to press.

 

"To bring her to a climax just turn that control to the green line but if you want to leave her hanging simply move it within the amber segment; this will leave her frustrated as she waits for an orgasm. If you turn the control into the red you will send her into a state of collapse with ecstasy. If you want to bring her back to normal again simply turn it back to zero. If you press the off button she will resume her normal behaviour."

"Good God!" I exclaimed. "Does it really work as I think it does?"

"Yes exactly so." Replied Miss Green. "Each of our pupils is operated on when they arrive at the academy. They have a tiny microchip surgically implanted in the nerve tissues connecting their genitalia to the brain. The chip then controls all messages between genitalia and brain. It can completely block off any sensations or activate them or amplify them. It can also allow itself to be bypassed but it records any activity that has passed via the nerves. This way we know exactly what all the pupils are up to all the time. I’ll show you the mainframe computer and file server later. It can also generate sensations itself without the genitalia being stimulated. That’s what we are doing to the young lady at the moment."

I paused to look up from the zapper to see the girl still gyrating her pelvis while her eyes had rolled back and her mouth still hung slack. Miss Green continued.

"All the pupils can be thus controlled at any time either jointly or individually and this way we ensure the pupils complete obedience. I think you had better switch the poor dear off now before she collapses."

I glanced once more at the girl who was now whimpering and mewling with desperate lust as her electronically induced stimulation kept her at fever pitch, but just below orgasm. I felt a little sorry for her and gently eased the control through the green segment and watched fascinated as her legs buckled and she collapsed over the table. The hoops of her gown flipped up and her silky pantaloons were exposed. Her face became a vacuous mask oblivious to anything but the desperate sensations in her sex organs until she let out a soft wail as her pantaloons stained dark with her spent juices. Sympathetically I returned the control to ‘off’ and watched the poor girl subside into an inert exhausted lump.

The rest of the seniors simply sat still with their heads bowed, not daring to look up and possibly incur the attentions of the zapper. My older children simply sat stunned as they stared uncomprehendingly at the girl’s behaviour. Then they looked questioningly at me and I smiled reassuringly. I then turned to Miss Green again.

"Is this a permanent operation or can it be reversed?"

"For them it’s permanent Beverly, because we have no way of re-connecting the nerve tissue if the chip is removed. I would like to hear your opinions on that later."

"But how do they manage when they leave the academy?" I demanded.

"We give them a special ‘leavers present’. They receive individual zappers so that they can control their own microchips. They are then told their own number codes and frequencies and they can do with their bodies as they wish. It gives them total control over their own lives."

I digested this information and found myself coming to like the idea. Miss Green expanded the subject.

 

"If any of my old pupils decide to live together then they can arrange for their zappers to be suitably modified to meet their individual needs. For example if one of my lesbian pupils wants to live with a T.V, maid then -"

"Yes! Yes! I get the picture Miss Green. It reminds me a bit of ‘The Stepford Wives’

"Hmm. Now you come to mention it Beverly. It does, doesn’t it?" She smiled then added, "but at least there is no murder and my pupils remain alive to enjoy their own lives."

The image of my children being so operated on and the ensuing scramble as they struggled to control the zapper sent a funny shiver down my spine. I wasn’t at all sure if I agreed with Miss Green’s philosophy, there were merits and flaws in such a situation. I returned the zapper to her.

"You can have this back. I’m not entirely sure yet. I’ll let it lie for now and have a long think about it."

Miss Green took the zapper and openly placed it on the table. The atmosphere in the hall relaxed and the senior girls started to look up. From the girl’s actions I deduced that when the zapper was plainly visible it was a sublimal message that nobody was to be ‘punished’.

Miss Green then touched one last control and the situation returned to ‘normal’ as the girls started chatting happily again. I looked questioningly at Miss Green.

She smiled and tapped the zapper as she spoke.

"The green button de-activates my overall control and sends a little tickle through each pupil’s genitals. When they feel this they know that I have relinquished control and they can get on with their lives. Anyway, enough of this, you’ll learn all about the advantages later. Let’s go and see what entertainment the theatre class have laid on for us."

We arose from the top table and followed Miss Green into a large common room where staff, visitors and pupils mixed freely.

The pupils had heard lots about my work with the centaurs and quadriplegia so I was bombarded by questions on all side. My children also endured a barrage of questions about living with centaurs. Eventually Miss Green called the senior class to order as she addressed me.

"Now girls, lets have some order. I’m quite sure that Miss Beverly will be pleased to answer any of your questions but I think it would be better if we did it in a more orderly way in the classrooms at a later date. For now lets just enjoy the entertainment that the drama class have provided."

We all settled down to enjoy a short play and I was impressed by the standard.

After the play was over there was a long free association period when I wandered amongst the pupils. I inquired tactfully about the microchip operations and it was then that I learned that the senior girls were considered responsible enough to have their own slave zappers. With these gadgets they could share in any fun they wanted. All the slave zappers were programmed to be subordinate to Miss Green’s master zapper so no pupil could abuse another without consent. Some of the pupils however, had already developed ‘relationships’ and in those instances, they had arranged their priorities with Miss Green.

If Miss Green agreed, then one of the partner’s zappers could control the other. There were apparently several such relationships in the school and even one menage-a-trois. The senior girls kept few secrets from each other and they knew who was partnering whom.

I began to realise that the system was not as cruel and oppressive as I had first thought. It was still vulnerable to abuse however, especially if a malicious person got hold of Miss Green’s master zapper. The consequences would be horrendous. I discovered however that Miss Green was really a compassionate woman and did not ordinarily abuse the zapper’s powers.

This was confirmed when I finally got to chat with the pretty red head who had been ‘zapped’ in the dining hall. She openly admitted that she had been as surprised as all the other girls at her treatment. It was usually only reserved as a punishment and not normally employed for demonstration purposes. My special case had been very much the exception. Miss Green never normally abused her control. This only increased my resolve to discuss the whole issue in greater depth with Miss Green, Miss Lane and Margaret when she arrived after having docked the yacht at Miami.

Eventually it was time for bed. My children were dog-tired and I was no fresh daisy myself. Miss Green noticed our state and instructed some senior girls to show us to our beds. Gratefully we followed them and gratefully took the splendid rooms offered to us. My younger children were already asleep in a large room with dividing cubicles. The older children were shown a splendid three-roomed suite whilst I was presented with a spacious set of visitor’s chambers where I gratefully slumped down exhausted on the bed. There I lay for several minutes before mustering the effort to shower. Just as I had donned my nighty and climbing into bed, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in. It’s not locked." I instructed.

The door opened slowly and silently as the pretty redhead put her titian crowned face around the door.

"What d’you want?" I whispered.

"Gee Miss Beverly, I’d like to show you first hand what the zappers can really do."

"What’s your name?" I asked as my appreciative gaze fell upon her ripe young curves under her pretty turquoise baby-doll nighty.

"Molly." She replied.

"Well Molly. Go ahead and show me."

Molly returned to the door and quietly ushered in another couple of pupils. Each wore the revealing flimsy nighties, which did more for me than they did for them. Each held girl held her own slave zapper and settled upon my large bed as Molly whispered.

"This is Nancy and Jolene. Now watch this."

Each girl tapped the controls on her zapper and lay back expectantly.

I was stunned at how quickly they started to respond to the zappers and in almost no time at all each pupil was writhing and gasping as they each enjoyed their particular stimulations. As they squirmed on the bed I investigated their bodies to establish that Jolene was a girl whilst Nancy was a boy-girl. I was fascinated by the rigidity of the latter’s erection and she smiled blissfully as I gently eased her pink panties over her hips. Her hips were pumping rhythmically as she grasped the unruly member and tried to constrain its determined responses.

She gasped to one of the girls.

"Help me, he needs to be relieved."

 

Molly glanced across the bed and smiled at Nancy.

"How, by us or your zapper?"

"Either," gasped the Nancy, "whichever you want."

Molly squirmed across the bed and gently slid her soft thighs over the boy-girls hips. Carefully she guided the rampant pumping cock into her soaking sex and fell into the rhythm without missing a stroke. The other girl simply squirmed deliciously as she slowly twiddled with the zappers. She turned her own down whilst gently raising the tempo of Molly and Nancy’s zappers. I watched fascinated as the pair steadily pounded away to a climactic orgasm. My own responses were inevitably aroused and I fell to coupling with Jolene whilst Nancy and Molly continued pounding away.

As I finally orgasmed, I was astounded to see that Molly and Nancy were still thrashing around as they enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. As I rolled off Jolene, she fingered Molly’s zapper and gently lowered her tempo so that she subsided and slid exhausted of Nancy.

Nancy still enjoyed a rigid erection though because of the setting of her zapper so Jolene simply slipped onto the vacated erection and screwed herself into oblivion.

I was exhausted after only a couple of sessions but it appeared as if these young things could go on all night. I simply lay back and watched in fascination as Nancy re-set her zapper and resumed indulging her passions with the others. The show went on for a couple of hours and I began to get worried. There was a chance of them doing some damage to themselves if this continued. I was getting tired just sharing the bed with them.

I picked up the zappers and raised them questioningly to the pupils but an irritable expression crossed Molly’s face as she impatiently signalled for me to leave them alone. Reluctantly I replaced the zappers and sat wondering when they would stop. Suddenly a little buzzer bleeped in their zappers and they all simultaneously exploded with pent up passion before finally collapsing amidst desperate gasps and sighs of pleasurable relief. Slowly, their gyrations decreased and they settled into a cuddle as they pulled the satiny duvet about them and prepared to sleep.

I was not about to be denied my place in the bed and forcibly inveigled myself between them. Happily they conceded to my wishes and opened up the knot of entwined limbs to allow my accession. Within minutes, we lay fast asleep like a kindle of kittens and did not move until dawn.

We were gently awakened by a series of soft bleeps from the zappers as the three pupils started murmuring and a splendid erection started to prod me gently in the back. I squeaked plaintively and redirected Nancy’s attentions to Molly and Jolene. As I gently investigated their sexes I found both girls ready, wet and willing to accept Nancy’s affections.

I was exasperated and intrigued by their sexual stamina.

"For goodness sakes girls. How do you manage it?"

"It’s easy Miss Beverly." Giggled Molly, as she tried to encourage my cock to a proper erection. "All the hard work is done by our micro-chips in our organs. We simply preset the timings to start us up again in the morning. It’s great isn’t it?"

 

 

I was forced to agree that their microchip installations certainly had some merit. The patient finger work by Molly on my slowly hardening cock was a far more painstaking and time-consuming process than theirs. I smiled inwardly as I surmised that Americans were always seeking some gadget to make their lives easier.

As if to emphasise the advantages Molly grabbed Nancy’s zapper off the bedside table and fiddled with the controls. Nancy’s erection immediately became flaccid and she let out a squeal of protest. Jolene also growled her objections and a scuffle ensued as the pair made to grab Nancy’s zapper from Molly’s hand. After some good-natured wrestling, they managed to retrieve the all-important zapper and reset Nancy’s cock to hard again. Molly resumed her attentions on my cock and eventually got it erect.

Her own sex was already dripping with anticipation and she wasted no time in slurping my organ up between her greedy lovelips into the core of her entire being.

I let out a soft gasp of pleasure as her knowing body extracted the last ounces of delight from my travel weary body. As I lay supine she gently reached for her zapper and ‘switched herself off’. She then leaned over to Nancy and Jolene.

"Come on you two, time for breakfast.

Reluctantly they agreed to her remonstrations and settled down before finally uncoupling and sitting on the side of my bed. I lay between my sheets eying their beautiful bodies and envying the way they had enjoyed each other during the night. They caught me watching them and a knowing little smile passed between them. They knew that I was almost converted to their ways and it would take little else to convince me. I had a few more questions.

"So each one of you has complete control over your own zapper?"

"Most of us, yes." Answered Molly. "There are a few pupils who have a more interdependent relationship and enjoy dominant and servile roles. We don’t know who they are though."

"Yes. Miss Green mentioned that to me. I don’t know who they are either."

"We’ve got our suspicions though." Giggled Nancy.

"So when the rest of you want some fun you simply set your zappers?"

"Better than that." Added Jolene. "We can set the zappers to search and locate any body that wants to ‘share’ for the night"

I smiled at the thought of suddenly getting a message telling me that one of my friends was horny. In our group, only Jenny’s ‘stallion senses’ had ever been able to do that.

"Do they work all the time?" I inquired.

"Well not exactly. Miss Green sets a master clock so we can’t use them during lesson times and she can isolate anybody who has broken any rules. She’s very kind about it though and very indulgent. She’s much nicer than Miss Lane from your school." Finished Molly.

I cast my mind back to Miss Lanes academy and shuddered at the idea of her having this facility to control her girls. In the wrong hands, these zappers could be devastating,

"So Miss Green can control and override you all?" I double-checked.

 

 

"Only until we leave the academy," said Molly, "once we become adults and leave we can make any arrangements we want to suite our friendships and relationships. It creates some very close bonds between friends and they last much longer than ordinary relationships."

"How do you know this?" I demanded.

"The old students society tells us. They hold regular meetings and they often return to the school. They tell us all about it." Replied Nancy.

I turned the little black keyboards over in my hand. They were neat little devices and looked for the entire world like remote controllers for a television or a mobile phone.

"What range do they have?" I queried.

"How long is a piece of string?" Shrugged Jolene. "I’ve been told by Miss Green that they can be boosted to operate over a hundred miles or more but most of the old students seem to be happy with a couple of dozen miles or so, just enough to contact your partner or friends at work or out shopping. This is what Miss Green says anyhow. I’ve never been outside the school grounds so I don’t really know."

"You’re not kept prisoner here are you?" I demanded nervously.

"Oh heck no!" They laughed. "We often come and go to matches against other schools and we go home during the vacations."

I nodded with relief and paused reflectively.

"They can be used for all sorts of contact then; not just sexual stimulation?"

"Oh yes." Added Molly again. "There’s a whole society of old school Miss Greenians who regularly organise orgies up New York way." They simply activate their zappers and twiddle each other’s cunnies with a pr-arranged series of tickles. This lets each other know who’s available for the night and they meet at private houses so nobody else will ever suspect anything. Almost like a radio network."

I smiled to myself as I digested the information and Molly continued.

"If we want to join it we simply let Miss Green know before we leave school and she processes our membership applications. We then get a code number and network identity. Nearly all of us choose to join. It’s a very happy club and we can come and go as we please."

My cock and pussey twitched with pleasure at the thought of being able to call up Margaret or my centaur friends by simply twiddling their pusseys from some remote place or, alternatively, having my own cock ‘squeezed’ by them. If all my friends had this device it would be an excellent communication net. It was another factor I resolved to discuss with Margaret when she arrived.

With these thoughts turning in my brain I rose from my bed and prepared for breakfast. The girl’s voices faded down the corridor as they chattered away. It was Saturday and they discussed plans for the weekend. Suddenly I heard my Bernadette’s voice as they inquired if she wanted to join them on a trip into town. The next minute my door burst open to present my three oldest, Bernadette, Jeanette and Susan all eager to join Molly, Nancy and Jolene on the trip. I had no compunctions about allowing it. It would mean the rest of Saturday to myself to talk at leisure with Miss Green and Miss Lane. There was a lot to be discussed.

 

 

Later that afternoon as we were busy over tea, Margaret phoned to say they had arrived safely in Florida. They would be driving up from Miami and hoped to arrive on Monday. I wanted Margaret with me for any decision making so for the rest of the weekend I simply hung loose around the school. I couldn’t wait for Monday to arrive. The bars of Bourbon Street New Orleans held no real attractions to me, I felt rather sorry for the ‘girls’ who paraded their wares in them.

The Jazz clubs where another thing however. It was nice to be able to sit at a private table and not be pestered by anybody as one enjoyed the excellent music.

Monday finally arrived and with it Margaret and Diana. Jane had decided to stay on the yacht in Miami. I couldn’t wait to relate the zapper system and they had hardly got over the introductions before I was describing it. How it would be an excellent benefit to the centaurs and us.

Like me, Margaret was rather cautious about the idea and tried to cool my enthusiasm. After a few days at Miss Green’s academy though she began to admit to the many possibilities and potential. We eventually resolved to have ourselves ‘done’ as a preliminary exercise. Later, if we were happy with the experiment, we would invite the others to join us. Finally we would have the children ‘done’. It would enable us to monitor and control their activities while simultaneously providing an electronic tagging system until they achieved their majorities. We both agreed that it was vital to have Bernadette ‘done’ first. There was no knowing when she might get involved with somebody and make them pregnant. The risks and dangers didn’t bear thinking about.

We assisted at Bernadette’s implant as a Doctor Tomlinson, Miss Green’s surgeon, described her methods. She had pioneered the implant and when not doing her normal academy work, we spent many hours discussing our various successes. We learned the technique after a couple of other operations before subjecting ourselves to the knife.

I went under first because Margaret was totally familiar with my unique anatomy. The American surgeon was fascinated with my arrangements and couldn’t wait to investigate the potential. The two of them spent a happy couple of hours as they finally decided how and were to place the implant. Margaret admitted later that she had kept me under for a considerable while longer as she described my anatomy in depth to Doctor Tomlinson.

After a few days I couldn’t wait to try out my zapper and the results were everything I could have wished for. Miss Green tried out a few little discreet experiments that reduced me to breathless subjection then she handed me my own special master zapper. It was a special one with an exceptionally long range.

Because I did a tremendous amount of travelling, it also had a special tracer frequency for ‘locating’ me when in remote places. The range was about five hundred miles and Bernadette’s was similarly programmed. Miss Green could not see the necessity for such a long range but both Margaret and I knew the perils Bernadette and I faced if our secret fertility was discovered. It was for our own protection. We little realised how crucial the tracer devices would prove to be.

Margaret then had her microchip fitted and her zapper was adjusted to operate for extended distances up to two hundred miles. This meant that I could contact Margaret when she couldn’t contact me and I felt it was a small price to pay for the trick she had played on me all those years ago when I was at Miss Lanes.

Finally all the children had their implants and they experimented with their new devices. They found it a delicious pleasure to be suddenly made to feel horny when least expecting it then having to respond to the ‘call’.

After seeing the fun we had, Diana finally decided to have a chip installed. She did not agree with having a master control however, and her zapper could only operate when she wanted it to. After a few weeks though, she admitted to leaving it switched on all the time. The delicious tension of never knowing when you were going to feel horny at some special function or party was simply too much to resist.

Miss Green and I often exchanged knowing smiles at parties when one of my friends suddenly developed a faraway look and twitched her thighs gently before disappearing to the loo or their private rooms. Miss Green and I would smile and await the discreet but sudden departure of another friend only moments later.

After a few weeks, we found that nobody abused the system and we decided to have Miss Green’s old pupils net loaded onto the chips memories. This meant we could ‘correspond’ with and partake of the pleasures offered. The children were blissfully happy when they were finally able to share in the academies network and they could cement their newfound friendships among their American friends.

Finally our stay at Miss Greens had to finish. The northern winter was over and we wanted to use the spring and summer to sail back home.

Miss Lane returned to her old academy and we drove down to Florida to meet the boat. Here we rejoined Jane and prepared for the final leg home. As anticipated, our passage was swift as we sped before the Westerlies. Even stopping along at several ports on route, we arrived home after only twelve weeks. The voyage had been made that much shorter as we experimented and played with our new fangled toys. Jane became quite jealous of our newfound abilities and enviously demanded to be ‘converted’ immediately upon arrival. We agreed to her demands and sent word ahead to our centaur friends.

 

 

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