True Love

by Little Tom

  

I was happier than I think I had ever been. I was finally married to the woman I had always loved since I was eight years old. It hadn't been easy, my life other than spent with Jenny, had not always been enjoyable. Funny thing was I think I'd only just admitted that.

My family wasn't an easy one to be a part of. I respected my father immensely. He was a strong man, clearly successful, but hadn't been much part of my life. Frankly he was rarely at home, even when he was working in town, he was home late, and left often before I got up. We did the odd father and son thing together, which I loved, but not enough. I would have gone for some simple boring time together throwing a ball around.. Still, I knew he wanted the best for me. Even loved me, and expected great things from me. As opposed to my mother he challenged me to do things, rather than demanding them, and praised me when I succeeded.

My mother, well, that part was tough. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it. I'd always known, from very little, that she was beautiful. Part of what made life hard around he was that she made sure you knew it too. Demanded that you re-enforce that image of her. She was equally demanding about every part of my life. I was expected to be perfect at school, perfect at sports, and to be completely attentive to her every need.

I loved her, what son didn't love his mother, and I tried with every part of my will to meet her expectations. It hurt deeply that I never could. No matter what I did, what award I won or race I came in first, she always found fault.

Finally there was my cousin. His parents (his mother was my mother's sister) had died in a car crash when he was very young. He'd grown up beside me, and for reasons I never understood and always resented, was my mother's blue eyed boy. He could do no fault. More than once I'd been punished for something he'd done. Yet he was still my cousin, and in many ways the only male friend I had. We always competed, but I made time for him, even if grudgingly.

My only solace was the girl next door. Well, the daughter of my parent's chauffeur of course. She was the only other child on our estate, so when I was younger she was the one I played with. At the age of eight, when I realised she was the only friend I had, I told her I would marry her. She smiled and laughed and told me not to be silly. Still, I knew in my bones that's what I would do.

There were times when we didn't see each other. I was away at boarding school, or she was busy with something else, but whenever we spent even the littlest time together it was always easy and fun. She was also very good at deflating me when I was in the dumps because I couldn't please my mother or wanted to see my father. She always could turn me around. When younger she'd been my best friend, when older, as I started to look at women, and fancied her to bits, I'd been careful to not damage that friendship.

Six weeks ago, after we'd both finished our A levels, that was when it hit me. I'd just left the house to saddle my mother's horse. It was one of those chores she saved for me to do. That no one else could do right, but that she'd always found fault with. As she told me to leave to get things ready, she'd just casually, and lovingly ripped me to shreds for what I was wearing.

Jenny was in the courtyard, and on seeing me left washing the car and came with me to get the horse ready. She cracked a joke, told me how good I looked, and suddenly life was sunny. I turned to her, told her I loved her, and that I wanted to marry her. She laughed like it was a joke, and carried on.

I had been dead serious, so I kept it up. Every time I saw her I told her I wanted to marry her. Finally she stopped and looked at me seriously, and reminded me that it would never be possible. Just as seriously I told her there was nothing to stop me, I was 18, and if I lost every penny it wouldn't matter so long as I had her. With her I could conquer the world. Without her I would only have money.

For the first time ever I caught her without words. Her eyes filled with tears and she suddenly hugged me tight. She got serious again, and very clearly told that we didn't need to get married to love each other. She'd be perfectly happy to be my mistress so I could meet my family obligations and besides it would loose her father his job.

Now it was my time to be shocked. Mistress? "Yes," she said, "Just like your father has so many of." Another shock, my father slept around? She gave me that familiar look that told me I wasn't being sensible. She was never wrong when she gave me that look; it was a look I knew would keep me happily grounded for the rest of my life.

I didn't even have to hesitate; it was not an option for me. She was the woman I loved and nothing else mattered. With her I didn't need mistresses. Wasn't it that way between her parents? For a moment she was speechless again, then I got another rib cracking hug. I loved that, we were exactly the same height, and it let me smell her hair. That was a smell I was instantly addicted to. She took my hand and said we needed to talk to her father, because this affected her parents too.

We went and talked to him first. I'd always liked him, been envious of her having him as a father. Part of the reason he'd been able to stay working here was that he was one of those people to whom nothing could make life poor. Hell, it was why I loved his daughter. He listened to us, asked me in all seriousness if I loved his daughter. Told me in equal seriousness that he would kill me if I harmed her, then made it clear that if we were serious nothing as petty as a job should stop it. He said he was ready to retire anyway, and had a little next egg saved up.

That part was so much harder in many ways to what came next, even though it was so short and so easy. If he had said no, I would have stopped fully and completely. With him saying yes, there was nothing to stop me.

I went and told my mother and all hell broke loose. But, it was so easy. For the first time in my life there was nothing to stop me. I knew what I wanted, and it was what I wanted, not what my mother wanted or expected or needed. She kept at me for a week, until I just packed a small bag and left. I moved out and rented a small flat with the little money I had under my name.

Then my dad came and found me and took me out to a pub. He wasn't angry, merely puzzled. He said he blamed himself, that he should have made sure I understood what women were good for far earlier. He made it clear he didn't love my mother, than she was from good stock, that it allowed two family businesses to merge, and that she was an excellent society hostess. They'd had enough sex to bear a son, and hadn't touched each other since. I listened to this in silence, shocked to the core.

To make matters worse, a little later two stunning women showed up and sat on either side of me. The way they looked set my heart to racing. Both were in very revealing dresses, one with enormous tits, the other smaller but perfectly formed. Without saying anything, one put her hand on my leg and started stroking up the inside; the other gently kissed my ear. I looked at my father, who had on a knowing grin, and was suddenly sad. This wasn't what it was about. I disentangled myself, and got up.

As I walked to the door dad briefly stopped me. He made it clear that if I went through with this, my mother was adamant, I would be cut off. It was clear that for once he was angry with me, and that it wasn't all my mother's decision. I turned and walked away, feeling completely free.

So, in the next weeks I arranged with a bank for a student loan, arranged with my Oxford college for married quarters. Jenny had got in on a scholarship to the same college, something she'd never told me. She said she had intended to do what she could to make my life happy. In short, I arranged everything that needed to be arranged, and was happy.

Her parents paid for the perfect wedding. It was only us, a couple of her friends, her family, and that was it. We got married in a church my mother didn't support, had a wonderful party her mother arranged, and now we were off.

Did I mention that we were both virgins? I'd never had the chance, hell I'd barely been around women other than my mother, staff or teachers. She, well she was basically good, and had known she'd wait for me. That was the thing see, she loved me as much as I loved her. Loved me so much she would never have intruded on my life if that was what was right.

Now we were on a plane to a big island, then a small island then a small hut where we could spend two weeks getting to know each other before we returned to life and went back to school.

We couldn't stop touching or holding each other. Damned if we knew what to do, but god we couldn't wait. It was off of the big plane, then on to the small plane, then…

Nothing, I remembered nothing until I woke up. Consciousness came back slowly, painfully. I was warm, but almost naked bar something cold around my genitals, and I lay on a hard tiled surface. Slowly I opened my eyes and lifted my head. I was in a room, large and all tiled in white. There was one door, two toilets, two sinks, two bidets, two big television screens, and one door on the far wall. There was a naked body laying facing away from me and I could see one ankle and her neck were cuffed with loose coated wires going to small holes in the wall at the height of a ankle and neck. It was then I realised I was cuffed the same way.

I looked again at the body not far from me. Naked and completely bald with a scary wound stitched up on the scalp. It was a female, then she came into focus. It was Jenny. I called her name, to hear a groan and see a slow lifting of her beloved head.

Just as I saw the side of her face the door opened. In walked a tall conservatively dressed woman in a tight business suit, but with this scary silver mask covering her entire face.

"Good, you're awake. Time for your first lesson."

"John, who… what…" Jenny was looking around in confusion.

Suddenly I doubled over in the most intense pain I had ever felt. It was like my body was on fire. Dimly I could hear Jenny shouting and the woman responding, then it was quiet and the pain stopped. I was curled up in the foetal position.

"Stand up please, stand up now or she will feel the same pain you just did." I lifted my head to see Jenny standing stiffly upright, her legs spread, her hands behind her back, her eyes looking at the woman with real fear. "Stand up now like her… No?"

Now Jenny screamed and doubled over. She was causing Jenny to feel the pain I had just felt. I jumped at her to have myself yanked short far from her by the cuffs at my neck and ankle. "Down boy and stay quiet, or she stays in pain." I quickly looked at Jenny, obviously in agony and knew exactly what she felt.

I quickly moved back to stand like she'd been. Jenny slumped. "Stand up girl, stand up now or he will feel it again." Quickly she struggled to her feet and stood again in that pose.

"Excellent, your first lesson. Behave or your loved one feels pain. You are both staying quiet, which is good. You will only every speak in direct response to a question, and then in as few words as you can manage. Understood?"

I nodded and Jenny said a quiet yes. She briefly winced with pain, and I also, very quickly, said yes as well. "I want to be clear about one thing. To keep you on your toes, we will sometimes punish you directly. I expect we will be pushing you each to your limits, and its possible you may sacrifice each other to get away from the pain." I looked at Jenny, saw my love reflected in her eyes, and knew that would never happen. "You will never know what will happen. The only way to avoid pain is to be perfectly compliant. No hesitation, no complaints, just do. Now go stand in front of the monitors."

We did and an exercise video came on. Now I was fit, between swimming and football I was in excellent shape. This went on and on and took me to extremes I didn't know I had. It was different, lots of stretching and aerobic type exercises.

 

So time passed. It was hard to tell time. It was either hard bright light, or complete darkness. How much time was between the two extremes I couldn't tell. There was very little other than strenuous exercise & stretching, very complete cleaning, including enemas, tiny bits of food, or stretches of silence doing nothing. Plus we had to keep our prison absolutely spotless.

We didn't even seem much of other people. Occasionally that woman, who'd instruct us on the exercise of the day. A couple of other women who'd bring in food or cleaning supplies, otherwise just each other.

We really were almost starved, lots of pills, but little food. I know I lost weight, not that I was fat, but my body obviously couldn't keep up. Jenny though, looked great. She always had a nice trim body, not that I'd ever seen her naked before, but now every day she looked better. Not an ounce of fat in the wrong places, and I would swear her breasts were growing. Our hair started to come back in, and I was a bit amazed that hers was now blond.

We weren't allowed to talk, that was the thing we got punished for most in the first few days. I was desperate to speak to her, and was sure it was mutual. We did slowly develop a bit of a sign language between each other. Quick hand gestures to warn each other we were wrong footed or something. A few endearments to say "I love you". Mostly though it went on and tediously on. It hurt to not even be able to touch her, our manacles kept us just far enough apart from each other. I'd tried a few things, but they missed nothing and had seen Jenny writhe in agony for my efforts. Either she didn't try, or didn't get caught. I only got punished when she did something obviously wrong.

 

Finally, something did change. One "morning" the lights came on. We smiled at each other, signalled our love, then concentrated on our humiliating and extensive morning toilet. Breakfast was a large bottle of water, a banana and a lot of vitamin pills.

The door opened and in she walked, our trainer, our governor, our demon. This time, for the first time, she wasn't alone. Behind her walked two men, naked but for well stuffed posing pouches, plus another woman. The men were both tall, one athletic young (his body was like mine before I lost all this weight), the other black and a body builder. The woman was very voluptuous and dressed in sexy lingerie, though knickerless, but seemed a bit older. All three had on tight rubber hoods with silver metal half masks covering their eyes. The rubber was open just enough to show the bright red of their lips. It was unnearving.

My heart flipped, they could only be here for one thing. I was filled with rage, I couldn't let that happen. Without much thought about it I charged, to be yanked back by my chains and charged again.

Only one thing could make it through that rage, and it did, Jenny screaming in pain. I stood, breathing hard, and looked at her curled on the floor. "Yes little one, you must relent just as she must. Stand by the wall and let it happen. I assure you she will enjoy it, that's the point of this first time." I took the most painful step back I had ever taken in my life.

The little motors that drew back my ankle and neck cables whirred, and soon I was held up tight against the wall. Jenny was recovering her breath, her muscles relaxing. SHE stood beside her, "Stand up now, this won't hurt I promise. Well, it may hurt in a good way." She chuckled at her own poor joke. "Stand up and let the nice people rape you."

Jenny whimpered, and looking up in fear started backing away. "No child, you must comply." I jerked as fire ran up my spine. This was full force, no warning, just like Jenny had been put through. Part of me was glad she was resisting, part of me, the traitor part, wanted her to give in. It just hurt so much, and I cursed myself for being weak.

Like a bucket of cold water being dashed over me, the pain ended. I slumped painfully in my collar and struggled to stand up. Not wanting to, but having to I caught a quick glimpse of what was happening before shutting my eyes tight. Jenny was standing, surrounded by the three. The woman was gently cupping a perfect lovely breast, while one man was turning her head by the cheek as he kissed his way to her lips. The third was standing behind her stroking her body.

SHE though, was beside me, "Look, you must look." There was a sudden cry of pain, and hating this more than anything else in my life I opened my eyes to see Jenny briefly slumped in the men's arms. They sat her back in a sofa that hadn't been there before, and continued to stroke and kiss her.

Jenny was limp, not resisting, but not participating. SHE strode over purposefully. "Ah ahhhh, you must kiss him back!" I couldn't help but shout as a lightening bolt briefly blasted down my spine. Jenny looked over, then with tears in her eyes turned her head and opened her lips to the big black man holding her.

I had one brief moment of joy, very bittersweet. The woman had kissed her way down Jenny's belly, and was licking her down there, while one man was gently sucking on a nipple, the other kissing her. Jenny suddenly convulsed, eyes closed and called out my name. I knew she was surviving by thinking of me, and I loved her more than ever.

It wasn't to be allowed though. SHE intervened, Jenny must always keep her eyes open, and must never call out a name other than the lover she was with. To reinforce the point I was jolted twice. They continued their ministrations, making her orgasm twice more. Jenny locked her eyes on one of the men each time.

Next though, one took her head in his hands and began to force it down. SHE began to instruct her in what to do. Jenny was crying, but lifted her hands to pull down the man's pants. A big cock flopped free and following instructions, even through her tears she began to lick and suck on it.

The other man was still active, her manoeuvred her onto her knees, and got on his back with his face up underneath her. I'd heard about blow jobs, and hated the fact the first one wasn't my wife on me, but her on another.

It didn't end there, something later she was turned on her back, her legs gently pulled apart and one of the man slowly sank his cock into her as the woman held and directed his cock. I wanted to die, especially when Jenny came so quickly. The two men then used her again and again. The naked woman always involved, almost directing what was happening though she didn't speak. Not even her ass was left alone when in one long sequence she was placed on her knees, one man licking her from underneath, the other behind licking her ass, then using his fingers, then using his cock. The woman held her head between her legs and forced Jenny to lick her.

It must have been hours before they finally pulled away from Jenny's limp body. The men and woman left, SHE stayed. My chains relaxed. "Now children, you must do your morning ablutions again… Now!" I winced with a jolt of pain and saw Jenny convulse. She jumped up, literally shook herself, and smiled brightly.

Our routine went back to normal, like we'd just woken up. I kept a careful eye on Jenny. She was bright and sparky on the surface, but I could tell she was on edge. Sure enough, when we were told to start up doing a walking exercise, she just started crying.

SHE looked at us with her silver face and paused. "Alright, a one off breech. You can touch each other, and talk. No kissing, no genital contact. Am I clear?"

I didn't have to pause, "Yes."

She turned and walked out, "You have a half hour before I return. Remember, you are watched and we can hear everything you say." She turned a walked, before pausing, "Oh, just so as to remove any worry, you are both sterile. A risk of pregnancy in toys is such a nuisance."

I stood still for a moment, not entirely believing it, then I took a step and then she was in my arms. We just stood for a long time holding each other. It felt so good to just hold her, even though I couldn't help feel the slick cum coating her body.

We slowly sank to the floor and sat with our arms around each other, our heads on each others shoulder. "John… forgive me. It felt good, even with another woman."

That was a stab wound I would never forget, but it was easy to forgive. "You had no choice. It was meant to feel good, that was the point." Her crying turned to heavy sobs, "Thank you…"

For a while we just held each other again. "It will happen again you know. I'll have to do it. Can you stand it if I enjoy it?"

No, I couldn't, "Of course. We have to survive and get out of here. I… I don't see a way out otherwise, do you?"

"No."

"If it gets bad, and it might, we could…"

"No! That is wrong, whatever they do, we'll survive it." She took my head in her hands, "We will survive." She hugged me again, "If its any consolation I will hate whatever woman does it with you first!"

I don't know why, but that made us laugh, and then it was over. The door opened, SHE came back inside and we were gently pulled apart back into silence. We did the exercise, and then something new.

Sexual Theory it was called. We watched audiovisuals of all sorts of things, then had to do tests on a computer keyboard. It I got something wrong, Jenny got a jolt and vice versa. It was an excellent goad to learning. It started with basic anatomy, then progressed to sexual positions and techniques. We both learned the same thing, how to service both men and women.

I didn't understand that. I vaguely heard of men doing things with men, but thankfully none of our material showed that. It was always cross sex, safely hetrosexual. Like everything about this, it was one more thing that didn't make sense.

More days went by, our routine now filled with the same old stuff, plus the theory, plus different men coming in to have sex with Jenny. I hated that, and the first few times I'd been kept up against the wall.

When I'd shown I wouldn't rebel I was let loose to carry on with different things: exercise, the theory, cleaning up. It was hard, so very hard, but I had to. If I goofed up Jenny got punished, no matter what was going on. It kept me sharp, but it was really difficult to concentrate on different methods of felatio when your wife is mounted by a 20 stone body builder right beside you.

She did it with other women as well. The one from the first time was one of the few who came back again and again. I got to see things I never imagined in my wildest dreams. The women would use fake cocks and vibrators, even strapping them on themselves, or wearing these weird pants with fake cocks both inside and out to let them pretend to be men.

That I found the hardest to ignore. Seeing her with men, yeah, that I didn't really want to see. Seeing Jenny with women, god that was a turn on. I had to learn real restraint to stop my ringed penis getting too painful.

At one point I thought she was maybe enjoying it too much. I know she had no choice, know she'd said she loved me despite it all. Increasingly though she got very active, showed signs of enjoyment, actively participated. It was what she was being told to do, and what I got punished for if she didn't, but it hurt.

One time, I was cleaning the loos and she was making out with this guy. He had her on his lap and they were kissing. He put a hand on her legs and she began to just open up a bit, each time he moved his hand up she opened up a little more encouraging him. At the same time she was kissing him deeply, her hands opening his shirt and playing with his broad muscled chest. It was one of my lowest points. Yet, just when his hand slide right up between her legs and slide his fingers inside her knickers she secretly flashed me one of our hand signs saying she loved me. It didn't make it better, but it made it all right.

I was instructed to get involved in minor ways as well. I would help take cloths off, or bring over sex toys. A couple of times I even helped women strap things on or pull up those weird dildo pants. It was the worst humiliation they could do, making me assist in whoring my wife.

Well, that and the fact Jenny was allowed to start to wear cloths again. Not much in the way of cloths, mostly very revealing lingerie and flimsy short dresses, but it emphasised the difference between us and shamed me the more. Frankly, I felt completely fucked up, but knew we had to keep this up to survive. I kept myself going by imagining bloody deaths for everyone involved especially HER.

 

Another day started like many others, lights and cleaning ourselves up, and a meagre breakfast. Then the door opened. In stepped HER, followed by two men (one that younger me) and that same older gorgeous woman.

It was her who dangled one of those dildo pants from her finger and beckoned me over. I knelt in front of her and held them as she stepped into them. I pulled them enough up her legs for her to do the rest, just like before. SHE spoke up then, and I suddenly noticed the two men standing very close. "Help her into them properly…" and I was told what to do.

I began to get a bit scared, this was new, and new was generally bad. The woman turned and bent a bit, and feeling a bit nauseous I guided the two black prick heads to her vagina and ass. The woman groaned as we both slide the pants up, the dildos gliding into her.

She turned, and I was slapped in the face by a big leather cock. "Suck it bitch." I looked, confused, at the three faces grinning down at me.

Scrambling back, I muttered, "No, there's a mistake." I jumped up and turned to run. Where I don't know, but I had to run. In my panic I ran straight into HER. SHE laughed and spun me around. A hand came up to my chest and stroked flesh that shouldn't be there.

Crying out I looked down to see two small breasts where there shouldn't be breasts. How could I have ignored them? A part of my mind said "Easy, you didn't want to see them."

"Now, now. Its time for you to begin your proper training." I sprang away, only to stop short and that too familiar and too horrendous scream, Jenny.

"John… please… don't do it…" She was writhing on the floor, in a complete pain I knew far too well. She had done it for me, but she was a woman. I wasn't.

One of the men came over and slowly turned me towards him. My chin was lifted, and I didn't have it in me to resist. As his lips met mine, jenny's screams turned to sobs. "No… no… kiss him back properly like the good little girl we're making you into." Jenny screamed again. I opened my lips and help down my stomach as his tongue probed in. Other hands touched me, other lips.

That thing was removed from my penis as lips sucked on a too sensitive nipple. I didn't know which way was up. I kept my eyes open, god knows I had to do that, but what I saw sickened me. Hands, and then something softer and warmer stroked my penis. I looked down to see the older woman sucking on me. At the same time one of the men was playing with my chest and the other was licking my ear.

I didn't want to be turned on, and thankfully all that discipline keeping myself soft held true. But then the coup de grace, "Let go little girl, relax and enjoy or the girlfriend gets pain." I looked over to see HER standing behind Jenny, one hand stroking down between her legs, the other holding up the remote. I was completely mixed up, protect Jenny or give in to taboo immoral nauseating sex? I sobbed and let my control go. Fuck, it did feel good, that couldn't be denied. There was no pain, just soft sensual pleasure. It was just the way it was being administered! I hardened in the woman's mouth, and watched as one of the men, the big black, joined her sucking and licking me.

They kept at me for some time, the pleasure would build, then they'd slow down. Again and again they played with me, not letting me have the release my body craved and my mind hated. Then it finally changed. I was bent downwards to my knees and the woman with her black leather cock stood in front of me.

I sobbed, knowing I had no choice. Then it got worse, a warm breath in my ear. Whispers of what to do, Jenny telling me in sad soft voice how to suck a cock. There were little gasps between her words and I caught a glimpse of one of the men slowly stroking in and out of her. I turned away to have that thing slap my cheek again. The other man was down sucking my cock. I sobbed, felt doomed, and opened my mouth.

I did what I was told by my wife, knowing I couldn't do anything else. I sucked and licked the cold slick leather, and didn't hesitate when it was replaced with a real one. When I was pulled back to my knees I knew what was coming, and finally didn't try to resist.

They were oh so gentle, soft hands lips and mouths stoking my bottom and cock while I my mouth was fucked from the front. When two fingers probing me pulled away and something harder and colder pushed at me, I couldn't help it. I looked. The older woman, guided by my wife, pushed into my ass.

Finally, with a blast of cum in my mouth, and a hard thrust to my ass I was allowed to cum. It was harsh, almost painful, but it was such a release that I screamed in a high pitched voice I didn't recognise. Yet it didn't end, they kept at me, softly, gently, bringing me to two more peaks while they used my body. I even lost my cherry at some point. With cocks at both ends, the woman slid underneath me and pulled me in. It was not what I had dreamed of. And damn it, it felt even better than I'd dreamed off, a hot slick glove stroking me.

They kept at it, using me over and over, making me come as they did. Until… it was over, they pulled away. All that was left was me and Jenny. She held me and rocked me while I cried. Sometime later she softly asked, "Did you… enjoy it?"

"No."

"Sorry, wrong question. Did you feel… pleasure?"

"I…" I had to think, to feel. Oddly, my body felt relaxed, like a tension I hadn't known was there was now gone. "No… well yes and no. They… made it feel good, but god… What they did!"

She stroked my forehead, "Its OK, I'm glad it felt good. It helps me survive that it feels good. I guess I'm a bit of a slut huh?" I snorted a laugh, then started crying again. "Look I didn't want you to do it, you didn't want you to do it, but its happened. We don't have much of a choice here." A finger stroked the outline of one of my tiny tits, "You're going to be turned into a girlie, and we're both going to get our brains fucked out. We'll do it, and we'll survive and we'll get away from it somehow. Just not yet."

With perfect timing the door opened and SHE walked in. Her hands rubbed together briskly, like it was time to go to work, "Right then, tidy up time and I'll explain some of the new facts of life. Somehow I managed to pull myself up, but frankly the prospect of feeling clean was drawing me in ways I'd never imagined. Not that it entirely worked. No amount of scrubbing really made me feel clean.

As we cleaned, and she talked, men in overalls brought in things. Another sofa on my side of the room, a big mattress for the far end, Wardrobes and chest of drawers and two big floor length mirrors. "Now, the rules change. We're taking the shackles off, you are free to move about the room. You are free to touch with severe limitations that if broken will bring the worst punishments. No kissing, no playing with her cock, especially no penetration. Any other sexual touch is not only allowed but encouraged. Think of yourselves as two young lesbians. You may talk, but we are listening. No silly conversations about escape please."

"You," she pointed to Jenny, "Are now fully responsible for your sister's training. You know what it means to be a girl, she doesn't. You know the punishment for failure. Except we will add an extra layer now. You each will be punished for each others failure with this." She held up the remote, "But at least once a day you will then administer physical punishment to each other to match their failings."

"You will both continue to behave as told immediately and without hesitation. Your days will not be all about learning sexual techniques, but it will be a significant portion. We will add new training regimes in clothing, dressing, exotic dancing, make up and hair as well as continuing your exercise regimes and training in walking and behaviour. Am I understood?"

We were both about done. "Yes miss."

"Good, now the new girl needs to get dressed. The cloths are in the bag over there for this first and only time. As before with you, you little bitch, you will be expected to choose the appropriate attire for any training scenarios outlined. I will explain this session once she's ready. 15 minutes please."

Jenny came over, held me by the shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "Ready?"

I sobbed, "No," but straightened my shoulders.

First item out of the bag was a bright pink lace and satin bra. I trembled as she came over and started to fit it around my chest. She turned me to face the mirror as she did. It was true, my body had changed. In my mind my image kept flipping between what I remembered and the svelt teenage girl standing before me. I wasn't one or the other.

"I remember my first training bra. Somehow I managed to convince mum to let me have a black one. I was so thrilled I literally ran to find you, but you were mucking out the stalls, and just kept on while we talked. I was so disappointed you didn't notice."

"Didn't notice? It was you who didn't notice the bugle in my jeans. It was the first time I saw you as a girl, and suddenly thought you were the sexiest thing on two feet!"

She gave me a quick hug from behind as she fit my small breasts into the cups. "Did you? I wish you had jumped my bones, I wanted you to. Why did we wait, it certainly didn't do us any good?"

We both sighed, "No, I didn't want to risk loosing you as a friend."

"I know, me too. Two silly stupid kids and where has it got us?" This sad as she fit a matching suspender belt around my hips, then a thong made to hold me back down between my legs. A tight little thin silk blouse and a micro mini over top, then two strappy three inch heels.

She came back in, "Good. The scenario is simple. A teenage grope with two young lovers. You are to be shy, but willing. I want to see a blow job then a front mount. There is to be plenty of kissing and touching. Encourage him if he slows down. You," she pointed to Jenny, "Are to be the stage master. Tell her what to do, encourage her when she falters, as she surely will. You see this is difficult for her. It is your job to encourage the slut within her to rise up and pleasure her partners, as it has in you."

Jenny at least blushed, but I couldn't help myself, I sobbed, "I don't think I can do this!"

Jenny looked frightened as SHE held up the remote, "Yes you can little girl, because you must."

Jenny came over, straightened my blouse and tugged and my skirt, pulling it lower. She gave me that 'be sensible' look. "It'll be all right, we'll survive." Our motto.

In walked, no, swaggered one of the guys from this morning, the same one for Jenny's first time. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, plus that continually unnerving face mask and hood. Then he just stood there, hands in his pockets.

"I… I think you're supposed to go over there and kiss him." She'd moved behind me and gave me a little shove to the shoulders. I moved slowly, the whole world felt like it was covered in treacle.

I knew how to kiss as a guy, god I'd kissed Jenny enough, but what was I supposed to do? Where were my hands supposed to go? Jenny helped, lifted my hands to his shoulders as his grabbed at my hips. Shit, I had hips to grab! Our lips met, and his tongue probed into my mouth. He had a bit of stubble, which made me realise with a sinking feeling that I hadn't shaved since I'd arrived in this hell hole and my face was soft and supple.

We stood like that for a while, kissing, his hands roving over my body, clutching my bum, sliding my to my waist, holding my firm at the small of my back. I could feel the bulge of his crotch pushing at my belly. Panic rose up, and somehow I fought it down, failure meant that horrendous pain for my wife.

Somehow I found myself sitting beside him on the couch. There was a hand on my leg, and instinctively I kept them shut. "You've got to open your legs, just a bit at a time." Jenny's soft whisper burnt my ears. I did, and his hand slowly crept up my legs. It sent tingles up my spine, tingles I hated. "Return the favour, feel his crotch, you don't have to be subtle, just put your hand there." She picked up a hand from his shoulder and moved it down there.

He was hard, rock solid and I wanted to die. Jenny was busy unbuttoning my blouse so one of his hands could slip down over my shoulder. Why did she have to encourage him, this was bad enough? Even as I thought it, I knew the answer, the better this was, the less chance of pain. I would be punished if she didn't, she would be punished if I resisted. It was insidious. More, when his hand slipped inside my bra, I couldn't help but gasp. My new nipples were very sensitive, and the way he moved from stroking to pinching them sent this burn through my body.

"Undo his jeans." I felt delirious, but managed to stay conscious enough to do it. Too soon I felt Jenny guiding that hand down the front of his pants to his hard hot cock. I slowly pulled it out, dreading what was next. I couldn't help it, I knew what I was supposed to do, but couldn't. At least until Jenny pushed down at the back of my head.

I bent over, feeling two hands pull the back of my skirt up. It was there in front of me, no physical force this time. I sobbed as his hand slipped down the back of my knickers, and I let the tip brush past my lips into my mouth. Intellectually I knew what to do, emotionally I knew what would feel good. So I gave him a blow job for what felt like hours.

When he'd come, filling my mouth with hot spunk, I swallowed it down and somehow kept my stomach in line. Gentle hands lifted me at the shoulders, it was time for the next act. I slowly straddled his lap, Jenny's hand guided mine back so I could guide him in.

I shivered, this was so awful I didn't have words. Yet I still did it, I pointed that cock at my ass, and slowly sank down. As I groaned in pain, Jenny gently took off my blouse, and helped him undo my bra. His hands roughly mauled my new small chest as I sank down on him. I hated the fact I had to jump up and down on him, he clearly wanted it fast and hard. I hated the fact there was pleasure mixed in with the pain. Before, when I was being done, it was easier, I hadn't had to be active. This time I couldn't deny it was me doing it.

 

Later, Jenny helped me wash; she was so gentle I wanted to cry. With HER encouragement, she used her mouth and hands to clean me. It felt very loving, and took all my control not to get hard. That would have meant hard punishment, as I was warned as we made this weird half loving, half practical cleaning. I wanted to cry.

I also didn't want to give them that victory, and held myself together. We didn't talk there was no need. When finished, not that I felt clean even if my skin glowed, new training started. We were both walked through all the cloths we had, and had to try on every piece at least once. We had to learn each item's correct name, and slang if there was one. SHE kept count of every time we got it wrong, and Jenny or I was punished. It was a long hard afternoon, but we learned.

Afterwards was the new punishment time. As I was strapped over this wood and soft leather horse, I found out what the terms B&D were. Education I really, really didn't want. SHE let us know what this new pleasure punishment was to me. My stomach sunk as Jenny was handed one of those weird dildo pants. She had to stand in front of me as she pulled them up, blushing furiously, but unable to hide the pleasure as she sank the one dildo up into her pussy.

Then she was directed to my mouth, and was told to lift my face up. I saw her mouth, "I'm sorry!" but I smiled as I spread my lips. We might never have done this if this hell hadn't arrived in our lives, but how could I dislike anything that gave her pleasure? For once, this wasn't bad, wasn't immoral. I gave her fake cock a blow job, and accepted it up my ass as she spanked me. It was tough, of course, but I didn't hate it the way I did with the men. She shouted out, "I'm sorry!" when she came, which of course made me love her the more.

My turn was weird. This dildo in the pants went up my ass, and when the one in front was squeezed it must have hydraulically enlarged the one in the ass. I wasn't told what it was going to do, so when she first sucked at it, and I must have jumped in surprise, she gave me this wicked grin. The filthy girl used her trained ass muscled to add to it as I did her ass.

Later she told me it was the first time she'd really enjoyed it. So had I, though the spanking hurt of course. I didn't say how bittersweet it was, I so wanted it to be my own cock fucking her, but I'm sure she knew.

So our lives changed, with both of us doing both sexual theory and practice. Sometimes together, sometimes with her "assisting me", sometimes doing the same thing with different partners. We had to spend a lot of time with cloths, learning to dress and undress, plus we now spent time learning exotic dance. I felt really self conscious about both. It was bad enough looking like this, the cloths and the dancing emphasised it. When I was wearing some revealing nothing I had to work hard to concentrate rather when I knew men were looking at my chest or lower down.

Plus, we a lot of time with intense particular muscle training (read throats, asses and pussies). I know I had a hard time feeling what those muscles did, yet alone controlling them. So we had to use biofeedback machines. They showed when we were able to get the right muscles to contract or relax. It was weird, especially as I was sure some of the exercises I did had nothing to do with my ass, they felt like muscles in my pelvis and gut. Yet, after a while I was able to move a dildo in and out of my ass without touching it, and was able to deep throat without gagging. I remember a real feeling of accomplishment the first time I did the trick with my anal muscles until I remembered what it was I was doing. At least it meant the ass fucking didn't hurt any more.

I survived, but never came to terms with what I was doing. Sure, I felt pleasure, more so as my training continued. Yet I guess it showed as Jenny was often punished for my not being enthusiastic or willing enough. I tried, I really did, but though I was often aroused and even orgasmed as time went on, but it was always muted by my dislike of what I was doing, primarily when I was with a man. Jenny tried to help, even giving me hints on how to enjoy it more. I know she would often, hell, always orgasm out of what happened, but it was different. She was a woman.

We were often videoed so SHE could comment and criticize afterwards. I hated watching myself do these horrible things.

There were parts I liked. We were given lots of chances to be intimate with each other. There were things we couldn't do, like kissing, and my penis wasn't allowed in any of her orifices. We also weren't allowed to just hug, hands had to be moving, genitals had to be groped. Still, I loved holding, stroking, licking or sucking her and making her cum was brilliant, really pleasing.

I also had some strange training that was for me alone. The day after my "new training" started three women were brought in. Both Jenny and I were bound up on opposite walls. I was warned to stay soft and the three women went at me. It was a pleasurable hell, more so because I knew I had to stay soft. I faired twice, only to see Jenny get punished at full strength. Then I relearned what I had found inside myself during those long days when my penis had been in its cage.

After god knows how long I was shaking, weak and dazed, begging them to stop. They stepped back and SHE stepped forward. "Next test dear, rise on command, and soften on command, but do NOT cum unless told." They started in again, only this time I was told to get hard and go soft randomly. They penetrated themselves on my cock when it was hard, and told me to go soft. They sucked on it soft, pulled back and told me to get hard.

I lost it at one point and came. Jenny was punished, and I fainted at the shame of my failure to my love. That didn't stop my training. Every day I had time where they worked on this. At first it was just with women doing me, but as I got "better" men began to be involved. I got to the point where I could orgasm without ejaculating, or ejaculate on command. It became instinctive.

My natural state was soft, but if a partner or HER told me to get hard I would. I would stay that way until my partner lost interest or I was told to go soft. I would increasingly orgasm during sex, though primarily with women.

That wasn't good enough though, I was supposed to like it with men. The women who trained me used dildo's and I still remember the first time I orgasmed with a man. It was with that smug bastard I thought of as my doppelganger (the one who stole my body) and Jenny and I had to call "Nick".

He liked it rough, and with bondage. I was on my knees, wrists tied to ankles getting it from behind. Those damned hands of his kept gently on my breasts as his kissed my neck. I could feel the pleasure build, didn't want it too, but couldn't deny it. At the end I was shouting "No… no…" trying to hold it back until I screamed and orgasmed as he simultaneously spunked deep into my ass.

SHE, of course, was watching. After the bastard pulled out, they came and stood in front of me. He pushed his foot up to my mouth, and without being asked I began to kiss it. "She's doing very well. That's the first time she's come from a man's cock." He said nothing, he never did, and as I looked up he had this sneer of disgust and superiority on his face (what I could see of it).

"I think she deserves a reward. Erect… and come dear." Before what she said sunk in, I was wracked with wave after wave of orgasm as my cock jetted out. It had been a few days and it felt so good. They walked away, and I started crying, still bound in my own mess with his mess leaking from my ass.

Jenny was busy, but ran over as soon as she was free to clean and release me. Her tongue was one of the few things that made me feel human again. She was the only person that did things for me, rather than to me.

As she helped me up HER voice came over the tanoy. "You're both doing so well, its time for a little present. Sleep well." We looked at each other for a moment's panic before a sniff of something not right, and then nothingness.

 

I don't know how long it was until I slowly came too. As my mind sorted things out I realised I was on my back, spread eagle and each limb held tight. There was a black plastic ring rising up from my neck stopping me from seeing down. "Hello… Jenny?"

There was a soft patter of feet and a face came into view. It wasn't until she gave me that soft smile I loved so deeply that I realised it was Jenny. Her face had changed, the nose was now straight and small, her cheeks and jaws shaped a bit differently. Plus her hair was now shoulder length. How long had I been under?

"They've… done a few changes."

"How… what…"

"You've been under for a while. I guess what they did to me was less extensive, so when I recovered you were still down. They've taken you away a few other times, and I've cared for you otherwise. Though I've been worried sick about you, I haven't had to deal with anyone else, so its been a bit of a holiday."

"No one?" My voice felt strange, softer slightly higher pitched.

"Nope. Hasn't got me out of anything else, but I was pretty bruised and not very pretty."

"But your face…"

"Yeah, not bad huh? I like the nose, though I'm not sure about the sharper jaw. We're twins now though." She held up a mirror and I gasped at the reflection. It was very similar to hers now. My eyes were a bit more green to her blue, but it was the same nose, same plump lips, same cheeks and chin. My neck was different too, no bulge now. All that was really different was my red hair, also shoulder length.

"What… what else…" I wasn't sure I wanted to know.

"Yeah," She took a deep breath, "SHE wants you to find out by touch, hence the shield. Just relax, yeah? I promise… it won't hurt, far from it." She moved out of my sight, and I felt her two hands on my hips. They slid up and in, her fingers tracing around the bottoms of breasts that felt bigger, much bigger.

She paused, then her hands lifted up to cup me and… squeeze. It was like someone ran raw electricity into my brain. It was good, almost too good because it was too raw. I remembered back to playing with myself and the first time I spit on my hand and slid it along the tip of my penis after pulling back the foreskin. Pure unadulterated raw pleasure.

Her hands let go, and her concerned face swam back into focus. "Yeah, not bad huh?" I saw her naked torso now with two large firm upswelling breasts. She squeezed herself and I saw the look of rapture on her face. She looked back down, "The first guy does that to me, I'll be putty in his hands. I think that's the idea… SHE said it was some radical experimental shit they were doing with brain implants. Similar but different to the punishment." She paused. "That's not all, grab hold of something."

Her head bent down and I felt her lips and tongue around a nipple. It was the same, yet different like the difference between apples and pears, except too sweet. She slowly did both one nipple, then the other. It wasn't an orgasm as such, more like that build up just before you come. It was a high, but it wasn't in the end satisfying, I was moaning, gasping, yet I needed more.

She lifted up and stroked my cheek. "Horny?"

"God… yeah. I don't… I need… fuck, do something!"

"You're not going to like it." A hand reached down and lifted my limp penis. "Remember those exercises they got you to do, the ones you didn't understand?" I nodded, puzzled. "Do the one, I think she said, the one pulling in your gut?" I knew exactly which one she meant. There was another pushing one that I was sure had nothing to do with my anus. I did it and felt my cock pull out of her hands and with a little cramp, pull up inside me.

"Jenny… Jenny… what happened."

Her voice was weird, strangled. "Fuck, they didn't let me see it before. She just told me about it a little while ago. Fuck…"

"Jenny?"

She didn't answer, but I felt a trembling hand slide up the inside of my leg to cup… nothing. Then a finger spread two flaps of skin down there and I groaned at the hot, intense feeling as that finger rubbed up against a little nub of something.

She stopped, pulled back, "Jenny… oh fuck… don't stop, if you love me don't stop."

"I have to. We have to get ready. You're not supposed to touch yourself. Remember that OK? I haven't been punished for a couple weeks, and its been nice to feel…" She left it unsaid, she didn't have to say more.

My hands and legs were undone and I stood. It took me a second to get my balance, my weight was all different. I almost cried when I looked down at my chest, two big firms tits now jutted out. No denying the changes now.

I looked at Jenny, and really really wanted to jump her bones. There was enough of her left to recognise, just, but she now had an incredibly sexy build. Only problem was, so did I. Smiling a bit sadly she took my hand, and we went and had a shower. It was hard to keep it tame, but she told me we had to. I felt so horny I was completely wound up.

We dried ourselves off, and she led me over to cloths that were carefully laid out. First a skimpy pair of bikini knickers, light green for me, red for her. The way they held up right against my body really emphasised the change. Then a matching half cup bra that left the nipples exposed. A suspender belt with patterned white stockings. Then on top a darker greed silk half t, that just barely covered my breasts and a loose pleated mini skirt.

We checked each other our then HER voice came over the tanoy and told us to go through the door at the end of the room. This was different, we'd never got to leave the room before. We went through, it was almost like an airlock, very secure. The inner door opened and we walked into a very plush modern living room.

Elegantly sprawled on a sofa was Lisa, the older woman whom we saw all the time, and between her legs was Nick. She curled over on her side with a contented sigh, and he shifted up to sit back against her belly. One of her hands reached out and began to idly play with him.

"Playboy poses girls." Her voice rang out, it appears we were to give a show. I hated doing this before and now I felt totally self-conscious. There was a little routine we were supposed to go through that showed our bodies off. We began, and with my current lack of coordination and mental befuddlement I stumbled and blew some of the moves. Jenny paid the price, though the two giggled.

"Oh, too bad it wasn't perfect. I think our new little girl needs to be punished. Give her ten over your knee." Jenny looked at me in embarrassment, but sat down on a convenient high backed chair. Nervously, I draped myself over her knees. My skirt was slid up the back of my thighs, and she gently pulled my knickers down. One hand reached under and began to slowly grope a breast, while the other whistled through the air and smacked my bottom. She was harsh, but she had to be. The mix of that and the raw pleasure from my breast was mind blowing. I was sobbing openly by the end.

"Now, string her up and use the leg spreaders please."

Two padded wrist cuffs descended from the ceiling, and still confused Jenny hand to bustle me over and do up my hands. I was starting to sort my mind out when she knelt at my feet and helped her spread my legs wide with the thin bar and cuffs.

Nick stood up and sauntered over, looking far too cocky. He stood in front of me, and with a shit eating grin reached out and grabbed my tits. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, it was more of that weird mixture of pleasure and pain. He laughed, only to step back and pull Jenny into a throat probing kiss by a pinched nipple. His other hand slapped up between her legs, and she was gasping by the time he let her go and strode back to the chaise lounge.

"Your chore is fairly simple, bring her to the point and back as many times as it takes to make her truly beg."

Oh god. Jenny didn't look me in the eyes, but stepped behind me. Her hands landed lightly on my hips, then slid up and around. Her tongue probed my ear as her hands began to softly massage me. I don't know how long she kept it up, a hand slipping down the front of my knickers, a mouth encircling a nipple, a tongue probing between those new lips down there. Despite the watchers I let myself enjoy it. I knew she was doing it for me, not them.

Still, she did pull back when I got close to orgasm. She did it again and again. I started cursing her, then begging her. "She's not the one you have to beg to little one." I looked at Jenny to see the tears coursing down her cheeks, then over to the two on the chaise. They looked very pleased with themselves, and in a moment's defiance I refused to beg to them.

Until my wife's soft tongue licked at a nipple, and a hand squeezed the other breast. I knew why she had to do it, new the punishment for failure was too high. It was up to me to resist. She kept at me, and I writhed in this awful punishment of pleasure.

A new hand touched my breast. I looked up to see him standing there. He pinched me hard, and I knew he would give me release on his terms. My mind shattered, "Please… what do you want? I'll… do anything…" With that horrible black rubber encased grin he nodded down to his bobbing hard on.

I tried to twist my head downward, had to eat him so I could end this. My arms were lowered and a soft white hand held his cock to my mouth. Lisa was looking over his shoulder with a hungry smile. I dove onto him, and got two almost painfully pleasurable squeezes to my tits as he entered me. Jenny kept a hand busy at breast and crotch as I sucked him.

When he pulled back I felt like a fish gasping in air for more water. He strode around me, and I quickly lifted my hips. "Yes, yes… do me…" Part of me couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. As he backhanded my ass and ripped off my knickers I saw Lisa grab Jenny from behind and roughly maul her.

I heard a scream and distantly realised it was me as his cock slid up that new passage. It was incredible, so much better than anal sex. I felt my hips jerk back at him as he laughed and played with me, not letting himself go to deep for a while, then thrusting hard. When I finally came, I must have fainted, next I know I'm back in our room, sprawled on my mat.

 

In some ways our training went back to the start. Both of us had to adjust to a new weight balance. So there was a lot of walking, sitting, bending over. Also, I had to relearn how to dress with these monsters. Everything felt strange.

It didn't help that both of us walked around feeling horny all the time. SHE put restrictions on when we could get it off with each other. I was surprised at how enthusiastic Jenny was with me. Before she'd been good, but kind of distant with me. Now though she was full on. I wouldn't have noticed her distance before if her attitude now was so different. She couldn't keep her hands off me, not that I was complaining.

The sex was in some ways easier, and also very much harder. That first time with this new body scared me. I had completely lost it. I struggled to keep control, sometimes successfully, sometimes not. It didn't help that Jenny was often put in the position of proffering or preparing me. I know she had to, and she always apologised, but I swear she got off on it sometimes.

There was once when we were double timing some guy, and she was curled up behind me as I kissed him. She started pulling at my leg, whispering, "Come on, he wants it, let him touch you!"

It was some time later when I knew I was starting to loose it. We were getting ready for a guy we had done many times before to show up. He was a big bruiser, but really gentle. It was strange how different all the guys were, some were like this one, almost professional in how they did sex and really concentrated on making their partners enjoy it. Some were clearly amateurs, and were just there to have fun no matter how clumsy. A few, including my doppelganger, were cruel. The sex never got really painful, no whips or knives, but these guys seemed to get off on humiliating us. Making the sex really outré, or forcing us to beg to do things.

So, this guy was one of the better ones. We were getting dressed and I was holding up this then that lingerie, trying to find the right one. I had learned to understand why women took so long to get ready. It was hard finding the right thing, especially when you wanted to look good. Jenny lightly slapped my butt, "Oh you, that isn't your colour at all." She handed me a pair of pale cream bikini knickers. "Its Jake today, don't you want to look good for him? He fancies the pants off you!" I took the knickers she held out, she was right, it was a good colour for me.

I grimaced as I slipped the soft knickers up my legs, my cock was in today and it still didn't feel right, "No he doesn't, how could he? He knows what I am really." I'd had to do things with him with my cock out.

She laughed, "Silly, he's just Bi like you."

Bi like me? I wasn't Bi, I still didn't like men, still hated it. Sure, this body had been twisted so I couldn't help but feel good when certain things were done, but that didn't mean I "liked" it. The acid test for me was looking at a man did nothing for me, looking at Jenny would always turn me on.

I turned to talk to her, but she was busy applying make up, so I left it. I picked up a bra to match the knickers, and bit my lip and the tingles slipping my breasts into the cups caused. They were such bloody sensitive things!

We finished getting ready, me with pony tails, a black leather miniskirt and tied blouse, Jenny with her hair loose and a slinky red dress. A bell toned, telling us he was in the next room. Jenny slipped up behind me, running her hands up my bare midriff to squeeze my tits. That, plus her kissing my neck started to get me horny. "God you're sexy in this." I knew she was just saying it, but it was nice to hear.

We went in, and Jake was relaxed on one of the big Sofa's.

"Drink?" Jenny didn't wait for an answer as she went over to the bar. I stood there smiling uncertainly until I heard some soft Jazz start up, and look over to see Jenny wink, and nod her head towards Jake.

I sighed and put a smile on my face. Closing my eyes I began to dance. I found it easier with my eyes closed, I could sort of forget what I was doing. If I saw them watching me I often got a bit awkward. Thankfully SHE said many men found it sexy. I only had to open my eyes if I was dancing close up, or giving a lap dance.

A little while later, I was still in my knickers and bra, two rough hands grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back against a large strong body. I squeaked, and turned my face up to have his lips crush mine. I can't say I liked kissing men, but as it usually also had them handling my breasts, it made it easier. Sure enough one hand glided up, while the other glided over my belly and down the front of the knickers. I actually moaned into his mouth, I couldn't help myself.

He broke the kiss, and I looked to see Jenny feed him some drink. He turned back to me, and Jenny stepped around to help him get my bra off. We almost fell into the sofa, but he ensured I was on his lap. We started making out again, and dimly as I felt his hand glide up the inside of my leg I realised I was opening the way before him. Rather sickeningly I remembered feeling angry at Jenny the first time I noticed her doing the same. My training had taken too well.

Some time later, after a lot of heavy action I found myself coming down after a mind blowing orgasm. I was crushed beneath him, my feet hooked around his legs, his still semi hard cock deep inside me. My face was held firm between the floor and his heavily muscled chest. I felt small and helpless.

I thought back over the last couple hours and wanted to cry. Sure, I could say I wasn't Bi, but you couldn't tell. I thought over the actions I had used to resist and had now done willingly. A drying trail of cum on my cheek attested to that. Plus my body had betrayed me with pleasure more than once. If my hips jerk back when I'm being stuffed from behind, can I claim I didn't want it?

The thing was, mentally I didn't. There was a part of me that did still resist, that hated being this sex kitten toy. It hurt me deeply that Jenny thought I had gone over.

Then I had to shut my eyes, he was growing bigger inside me. I meant to stop it, but my hips back and forth a bit, trying to ech out a bit of sensation. He rolled me over on top of him. As I lifted myself up, I caught his self satisfied smile, his glowing eyes locking into mine. I felt lost.

Then two small hands pried apart my ass cheeks. Looking back my eyes locked on to the shiny latex around my wife's middle, the big tip of a dildo homing in on my ass. She smiled wickedly, "Lets give him some extra thrill, yeah?" She didn't to propose this, we could have made him cum some other way.

The tip buzzed as it pressed against, then into me. I let out a sob as her hands found my big breasts and the vibrator sank deep. She whispered hotly into my ear, "I'm so glad you turned out to be just as much a slut as I am. It makes me feel less guilty." Words that arched into my heart with a bolt of pain. I cried, but they didn't notice, it looked just like ecstasy didn't it? Problem is, it was that too.

 

Later, after we'd dressed Jake and kissed him goodbye, we were washing each other in the shower.

"You OK, you're a little subdued. I thought you'd be glowing after a good old fucking like that."

"Its… I'm not Bi really. I still don't really like it with guys."

She snorted, "Could have fooled me. I saw you bucking and scratching his back as he rammed it into you. I was quite jealous."

"No really, I don't. I mean, yeah, it feels good, but deep down I feel quite sick when I do it with a guy." I broke down into tears.

She hugged me hard, "I'm sorry darling. Part of me forgets you were once my one and only stud. Are you really not turned on by men?"

Her hands held my face up so I had to look at her, "No…"

She took a deep breath, "It's a pity in a way. You've guessed I am turned on by girls?" I was shocked, I mean I knew she did it, but I thought it was like me, not really liking it. "Its true, I guess I always have. It made it easier when I was hanging out with you and your cousin Bernard. Its not that I don't like men, I do, a lot." She laughed, and I involuntarily did as well. "But I also, really, really like women."

Her hands went to my breasts, "You turn me on like this a hell of a lot more than you did as a man. I loved you, deeply and would always have been faithful, but truth is I occasionally snuck a look at the bigger muscular types and the big breasted women."

I wasn't sure this was making me feel better, but it helped me understand. "Plus," she began to look embarrassed, "At first, I was a bit disgusted at you having sex with men, and the changes didn't make you look like a man or a woman. Then, once this happened," I got a squeeze, "And I saw you have an orgasm from Nick being in your ass I thought you where the same as me, Bi. I began to get a kick from watching you get done. When Jake pushed his cock in your ass right now I creamed my knickers without touching myself."

She shook herself, "I'm not saying this well. What I mean is that I love you more now than ever before. I would never have chosen this for us, but god, there are parts of it that are very very good. I just wish we could… do more with each other."

I grinned weakly, "Yeah, me too."

"But there are things I can do…" She sank to her knees, and I stopped thinking so much as her tongue did its magic. Unfortunately, before I could come, we were interrupted.

SHE walked up, dressed as conservatively as always. She patted Jenny on the head, and pinched one of my nipples, "I've done very well with you two haven't I? But, there is little more I can do. You're both now very obedient and responsive, your owner wants you."

I went cold, and saw a frightened look on Jenny's face. "There is some cloths over there for you, John in the cream, cock out, Jenny in the black. When the tone goes there will be someone waiting for you in the next room. He'll take you to your owner. You've special duty tonight, to be fluffers for some opera fanciers, including your owner. After that, its out of my hands. Be good, or you might get sent back for reconditioning. Remember, your owner and anyone designated will have control of your punishment remotes. You've ten minutes. Ta!"

She turned and strode out. Jenny jumped up, grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the cloths. We quickly got ready. I was in a light transparent, bra, thong and suspender belt set. Over that was a tight crotched top and skirt. It left nothing to the imagination. Jenny was in a black wrap. It covered one breast completely, but inly half of the other vertically, plus the split was centred on one leg so when she walked her suspenders and knickers flashed into sight.

The tone rang, we gave each other a quick hug, and walked through the door. I went still, and Jenny clutched my hand painfully. There in front of us with my cousin Bernard. He grinned evilly and I suddenly knew that grin too well, it was Nick. How could I have not known, I even said to myself his body was just like mine! That meant that…

Jenny caught me as I stumbled. "Ahh, you've caught on. I don't know how you didn't. You should have known your mother wouldn't let herself be crossed."

I went to charge at him, and as he lifted one hand Jenny collapsed in pain beside me. I stopped right in front of him. Grinning, he held up a hand and idly fondled one breast.

"Incredible, you let yourself be completely sissified for the love of a woman. That just makes no sense at all. It shows you were very weak cousin, but I always knew you were. Given how much you love cock I suppose this was inevitable." I squirmed under his hand, damn it I was getting hot. "I find you a very adequate fuck, though not quite as good as your lovely wife."

He laughed, and went over to pick something up, blindfolds. "You aren't allowed to see where you've been. Not that it matters, but the owner of the place is a trifle paranoid." He was telling us that? We put the blindfolds on, then I felt a body beside me and a hand on my ass. "Gotta say cos, you've got a fine bum. Now, lets be on our way shall we? A few more things you have to know. First, your father isn't in on this, and that's the way its supposed to stay. Understood?" I felt that warning jolt of pain, and heard Jenny grunt. "Second, just in case you manage to get any weird ideas your new mistress has arranged one final hold on you both."

"Before you were neutered and you had your ovaries pulled, they did a little harvesting. A little medical magic, a couple willing hosts and the two of you are proud parents!" I heard Jenny sob, and desperately wanted to hit him. I took every ounce of will not to explode. It would have been worth my death to shut him up, but I wouldn't couldn't cause Jenny to die. "So long as you continue to be willing toys they will be allowed to live and will grow up a happy little boy and girl unaware of what freaks their parents are. You'll never get to see them of course, but you'll know they're there. They have been slightly wired up, though not as extensively as the two of you. But still, their little lives can end so very easily at the push of a button like this." I was jolted again, and heard the saddest sob out of Jenny I ever had.

We had been led through various doors, and down long halls and flights of stairs until we were helped to enter a car. It smelt so familiar, one of my mother's big limos. I was sat facing the back, and could hear Bernard pull Jenny beside him.

The car pulled off, and I began to hear soft sounds and gentle moans. "She is hot your wife cos, absolutely gagging for it."

The sounds continued, and quietly, so very quietly I heard Jenny, "Please… please what do you want?"

"Hmm, I think we're far enough, you can take your blindfolds off." I did, and wished I hadn't. Jenny was curled up in the crook of his arm. Her dress was undone and he had one hand stuffed down the front of her knickers, the other looped around her neck fondling a bear breast. "Now, what was the you were asking me? What I wanted? Why do you ask, do you want me to stop?"

"No! No… please…" Jenny couldn't look me in the eyes, but I knew she was helpless, we both were.

"Hmm, I don't feel like fucking. I feel like being sucked." She moved to go down on him, but he stopped her. "No, I think I like my cousins lips better. You may be a better lay darling, he's a better cocksucker."

I didn't hesitate, but moved to my knees in front of him. Demurely arranging myself I went to undo his trousers, and pull out his hard cock. I felt brittle, but knew that though my life was worthless, three others depended on me. I hated this bastard of a cousin, but I would give him the best head I knew how. As I opened my soft lips to him he began to kiss my wife again.

"You know what cos? I really, and I mean really, enjoyed taking your wife's cherry. She has a really sweet pussy, know that?" He laughed, "No, of course you wouldn't" I didn't stop slowly bobbing my head up and down. "So tell me sweetness, do you like your husband better this way, or as he was?"

She said nothing, and I saw out of the corner of my eye his had clutch her at her crotch, "Be honest now."

"This… this way." I broke a little more inside, there was too much truth in the air right no.

He laughed, "Even your wife thinks you make a better girl. He couldn't have ever satisfied you as a man could he? I mean a little while of him and I probably would have got in your pants anyway."

"No… he would have done for me."

She said this softly, and maybe I healed up just a little. He laughed, clearly not believing her, but I did. Even if it wasn't true, she said it, even though she knew it might have meant her or me or both of us punished.

Shortly after that we arrived at the Royal Opera House. Bernard condescendingly told us to hurry up, and Jenny and I helped each other straighten up. I was suddenly very nervous. Bernard, though I hated and was humiliated by his being involved in all this, I was not at all surprised that he was involved in this. My mother? That I never expected. I grew up knowing she was self centred and loved being in control, but I did think she loved me. You couldn't do what she did to me and be in any way shape or form in love.

I was also going to have to face my father, and hoped and prayed he wouldn't ever know it was me. It would break his heart, and mine. It was going to be bad enough having him just see me.

We pulled up outside a side entrance to the opera house. He got out with us and handed us two passes, and I recognised the private box. I'd been in it with them more than once, but not always. My father loved the opera, it was one of the few things he made time for.

He put hands on both our asses and guided us up to the door. We were ushered in. I wanted to disappear inside my shoes as I noticed the double take from the people we met. First either leering or condescending sneers. The leers generally directed at my chest. Then a double take as they looked lower and noticed the bugle.

I sighed with nervous relief when we were let into the box. I had a lot of fond memories of this place. It was one of the few places I came to with my father regularly. It was a lovely space with a semi private lounge in back, and plush seats out front. Through him I learned to love the spectacle and music. I feared tonight would tarnish that for me, but there was nothing I could do.

Frank slapped my bum, "Get me a whisky bitch." I walked over to the bar and unerringly got out a cut glass tumbler and then the Johnny Walker. There was better, but I rightly knew he wouldn't notice. As I put in the ice, two hands began to slip the crotched skirt up over my ass. My knickers were slipped down and I felt his hard meat slap my bum. I shut my eyes, but obligingly arched my lower back and let my cock erect.

As expected as he started to slip inside me he reached around to see if I was hard. "Hah, you're such a queer." I looked back to see Jenny guiding his prick in. She gave me a worried look, and I smiled softly. What could we do? She took off my top and bra, allowing his hands to roughly maul me. I couldn't stop the groan of pleasure that followed.

Just as he shot off into me the door opened again, and in walked my parents. It was so deeply humiliating to have my father see me like this. There was a look of mild distaste on his face, but no shocked recognition. After Frank pulled out, Jenny helped me rearrange my knickers and skirt. As she started with the bra, my mother flicked her fingers, and I was left semi nude with a still hard cock straining up my belly, barely held in by the high cut knickers.

"Josephine, you've done well, though I hadn't expected a freak."

"He's mine darling, but has the most astounding surprise. Hid it away dear." She made shooing notions at my belly. I did my little trick, went soft and slipped my cock back up inside. Father looked surprised. "I'm told that what remains is completely realistic, only the closest medical examination finds the muscle slot it all disappears back into. Otherwise he's completely functional. Something I'm going to enjoy testing out."

Dad give her a withering look. It was clear he knew his wife better than I ever had. Yet he walked over and asked, "Do you mind if I feel you?"

"I… no." I could feel myself blushing furiously as he slipped a hand down the front of my skirt and knickers. He was very delicate and gentle, his fingers probing out the contours of my constructed pussy.

"Fascinating, mind if I try her out?" I froze.

"Not tonight dear, I still want to put her through her paces as I'm thinking of making the two of them my personal maids. You can have the other one, and I'll trial her tomorrow. Now isn't it extraordinary that they look so alike? I'm told they're brother and sister and the transformation was enforced through careful application of pain on each other. If one does wrong the other gets punished. Remarkable no?" Typical of my mother, just enough truth to be plausible.

He frowned. "You know I don't like my partners non-consensual."

"Darling, relax, apparently they're both very eager and willing now. It was only the start of the training that they were forced. A most remarkable method was used to make them enjoy their servitude. You'll do well for my husband won't you dear?"

This was spoken to Jenny, who put on her best smiley face, and went over to my father. "More than well, he's a handsome one."

"Why don't you organise drinks dear, then get to know my dear husband. I want to examine this toy" She motioned me forward as father and Jenny went over to the bar. "Do a spin… just look at you, you're a picture." Her fingers grazed me as I turned around. She went "Tut, tut" and her finger went over the growing damp stain at the back of my knickers. When I stopped in front of her she flicked a nipple, making me gasp. Frank came over a slid a hand around to land again on an ass cheek.

"I really disliked your disobeying, but that won't be a problem now will it?" I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. "Mind you, you've taken to it so well I think I should have raised you as a girl from the start. It has given me such deep pleasure to see how you've taken to the cock." I kept an eye on my father and wife. Surprisingly he was just talking to her, making her laugh.

It made me feel a bit better about my parents to know at least one was a bit reasonable. That he tried to chat up someone he knew was here to do whatever he wanted.

"Ignore them, your father is irrelevant for the moment, though it will be fun eventually to have you service him. Now, go get me a Bollies." I went over to the bar for the champagne, and heard Dad explaining this evening's Opera "Turandot" to Jenny. She looked fascinated, and I remembered she'd never been to the Opera before. Dad was in fine form, he always loved discussing the fine detail of different performances.

When I brought it back, mother carefully explained what I was to do. I stripped out of my skirt and knickers and brought my cock out. I sat in the strange chair while a grinning Frank strapped me in. I was basically inset into the cushions of a large armchair so that my lap and belly were level with the seating and back and my arms were out of the way painfully behind me. My head then got strapped backwards as far and painfully as it would go. As the lights in the main hall dimmed I was wheeled out and Mother gracefully came and sat down on me, showing how her dress was split in the back.

The opera started, and I had to endure my mother shifting herself above me. It wasn't so bad on my lap, but the way her back pushed and squeezed my breasts sent waves of pleasure through me.

Some way through, at a beautiful area she whispered to me to get hard, and sat up enough to slide me into her pussy. It was both heaven and hell, but something I'd been well trained for. Though the restraint and circumstance was new, I'd spent many an hour tightly bound while my body was used.

Off to the side I could see Jenny sitting beside my father. He was whispering in her ear, I'm sure giving all the detail of the performance. His hands though were busy inside her dress. She had a look of extasy on her face, but I couldn't tell if that was from the Opera or my father. Probably both, lucky girl, and I was happy for her.

Meanwhile, Frank was bored, and stood up behind me. He unzipped his trousers and slipped his quickly hardening penis into my mouth. I was helpless, so had to endure him using my mouth like a pussy. Again, something I was used to, but no less humiliating all the same. Why couldn't I sit and enjoy the performance as well?

Well, in that awful, weird way I did. My cock felt good, very good, though that part of my mind still screamed that it was wrong to be in my mother. I could feel her cum a number of times, and just as the intermission rang in, bloody Frank came in my mouth.

I was wheeled back into the private area, and Frank went about strapping me differently into the chair. This time it was my face in the seat and my legs bent unnaturally to present my pussy and ass at the top of the chair.

The second act for me was worse from the first. It was suffocating down there, and Frank played with me up top going from soft to hard and cruel. He knew how to play me making sure I didn't come but was kept aroused.

When it was over, and I was being wheeled back, I saw Jenny recovering on top of my father, dishevelled but still clothed. The look on her face was still intense, relaxed, content. I was both incredibly saddened, but happy for her at the same time. As much as I desperately didn't want to have sex with my father, she had had a completely different experience to me.

Then, for the first time in a long time, we were parted. Dad said he wanted to head out to a jazz club, mum didn't. He took Jenny, and I was left alone with my mother and Frank in the back of the limo. It was not… a playful, pleasant experience. Nor was being the entertainment back home where I was tied up and abused by two big bruisers while Frank and my mother made out on her huge bed.

The days continued in the same vein, going from the mundane where I acted as maid to my mother, to the hard and raw sex. I had to service both my mother and Frank regularly, plus anyone else they cared to involve. Doing her accountant was particularly awful. He was fat frankly, and feeling his big belly draped over my ass as he did my from behind was awful.

I saw less and less of Jenny. Sure, she had to help out with Frank sometimes. Once, coming in to do my mothers hair I saw her pinned underneath him on the bed as he athletically fucked her. It made my stomach drop to see her writhe and cum from him. He kept up a commentary, even made her beg as I brushed out my mothers hair.

Mostly though Jenny was with my father, entertaining and keeping him company. I didn't ask her what was going on, but I couldn't help notice the looks she was giving him, the attention she showered unasked and unordered on him. I could tell she was falling in love, and it wasn't with me. My heart twisted at that.

At least it allowed me to stay away from him. Not entirely of course, but thankfully not carnally. He did see me having sex, quite often actually, but didn't try to get it on with me. Once in particular was humiliating. Jenny brought me along to entertain two business associates of his. While she acted hostess and got drinks and took care of my father I had to flirt, then make out then have sex with the two of them.

What was humiliating was my getting so aroused, then active with them. This was nicer than the raw sex my mother put me through. Though they were a bit older, they were good. I caught him giving me a weird look as I moaned around one guys cock while the other took me from behind, caught in the middle of a good cum.

A couple of days later Jenny came back late one night to the little cubby hole we slept in when no one else wanted us. I had been let go a couple hours ago, and had lain there miserable, knowing she was with my father. She came in, dressed in a skimpy robe and straddled my face.

"Clean me up, will you honey?"

I pulled my head back in revulsion, "Is it my dad's?

She laughed and pulled my head up, "Yeah, and its yummy! Wait until you try it fresh from the source. He wants you tomorrow night."

"What?"

She giggled, and pulled my head back up again, "You heard me…" More than a little dumbfounded I continued, thinking furiously. It was only later that I realised the confusion had made me forget what I was licking up.

The next morning Jenny and I were punished as I walked about completely distracted. I so didn't want to do anything with my father. With the way he'd treated Jenny it was clear he wasn't as warped and evil as my mother. Yeah, he had a very healthy and active attitude towards sex, but Jenny said he didn't once force her, and a couple times she'd gently demurred doing something, and far from getting punished he just laughed and moved on to something else. She said it made it so easy to have sex with him.

Still, despite all that he was my father, I really, really didn't want to have sex with him. With my mother and cousin I had no choice. I didn't see anyway of getting out of it though. Mother knew and tormented me with it all day.

Later that evening, after I had prepared my mother for a charity gala that thankfully I wasn't required to attend, I headed to our little room to prepare. Mother didn't take me out in public much, to my relief. Jenny had been out much more with my father, but then he let her choose her own dress, and didn't deliberately humiliate her.

Jenny was there two, and helped choose a very daring outfit. I didn't want to wear it, but then I didn't want to do any of this. It was really very simple, a miniscule thong, stay up stockings, and a tiny blue dress that barely covered my tits, hung down the back to flash my knickers and came only a few inches down from my crotch.

I was scared and disgusted, but didn't think I had much choice. I went up to his study and went in. He was sitting in a big armchair, sipping a whisky and reading a book. When I came in he looked up and motioned me over. More nervous than I'd ever been in the last year since this hell began I walked over.

He grinned and I found myself yanked down onto his lap. He started kissing me, touching me. I wanted to cry, but let my legs open up to his sliding hand. That raw pleasure from my breasts started coursing up my spine.

My father kept at me, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. Somewhere along there I found myself on my back, his cock deep inside me. I realised he was totally concentrated on my pleasure. I hadn't experienced that very much, usually my pleasure came as an offshoot of doing it to someone else. It was good, too good. I kept loosing my own concentration.

Then after countless orgasms he pulled back and grinned down at me. I was exhausted, but very very satisfied. At least until I noticed that his own cock was still hard. That was wrong, he had given up his time to make me feel good. I remembered Jenny saying how amazing a lover he was, and understood. He was superlative, and seemed to get a kick out of giving pleasure to others.

Something clicked in my mind, in for a penny, in for a pound. I'd been done in both my lower holes by my father, it was payback time. Completely energised I grinned back and began to slide down his still very fit body. My mouth found his cock and I began to do him back.

He laughed and tried to pull me up, but damned if I was going to let him win. That's what it became, a contest. He always challenged me, and I always rose to the bait. Who could pleasure the other more, except it was easy for him to win. I could come many times, and though he clearly got off and new how to orgasm without cumming, I wanted to make him jet. We wrested with each other as I took him in orifice after orifice using all the skill gained in the last year to bring him off.

Finally I won, squeezing him in time to match his thrusts with my ass I felt him jerk then shouted with an intense orgasm of my own as he jetted deep into my bowels. I think we both collapsed after that because I don't remember much until I awoke, him curled up to my back.

I woke as his hand traced up over my hip to grasp and gently squeeze one of my huge mounds. God, there was that hard electric buzz, impossible to ignore. He whispered in my ear "Suck me," and I rotated in the dim light to bring my face down to his crotch.

His dick jerked and slowly began to grow as I sucked and licked at him. Powerful hands shifted my hips around so he could begin to play with me from behind. Gently, but with little option, a finger pushed inside me, seeking that little deep button.

"You know, if someone had told me a year ago my son would give such superb blow jobs I would have hit him."

I went still, absorbing the knowledge that my father knew. All of a sudden I couldn't help it, I felt broken and jumped up, crying, to run away. I was stopped as my spine burnt with a warning. "Cool, I should have all my bitches installed with this. Did I give you permission to leave?"

That was it, I was doomed. Sniffing and defeated I turned and went back, slowly taking his rampant cock in my mouth.

"Mind you, you're also free to go. I would never, ever hold someone against her will. For what happened to you your mother and cousin will pay." The last said with a heat I'd rarely heard in my father's voice.

"I… I don't understand."

He stroked my hair, "You're free, its that simple." Confusion rolled through my brain. I was free, but what about last night? How could he have done that to his son?

I broke out in tears, sobbing helplessly. He gathered me up in his arms and just held me. It was so comforting and so confusing at the same time. I should be strong, but it had all been so much, and now two strong arms of someone I had loved and trusted where keeping the world at bay.

That is, until I was shifted and I felt a hardness slap up against me.

His voice just a little guilty he said, "I find tears such a turn on…"

"But… I'm… Its…"

"You were my son." A hand guided his cock between my legs, then I was pulled slowly down. "You are now one of the hottest, sexiest vixen's I've ever met. Very few women take me on and overcome me, making me cum like you did last night. I would never have done this to you, but its done. You should accept it."

"I… NO!" He stopped pulling me down.

"Do you want to go?"

"I… I don't know what I want. Jenny should be here, she's the one who loves you. I'm just a freak!"

His cock throbbed, "You are beautiful." He laughed, the sound self-depreciating, "Besides if you said you were going, do you really think Jenny would leave you?"

"Why would she? She could stay here and be with you!"

"Because she loves you! Don't be a fool. You think she doesn't realise she's alive because of you? That evil bitch only kept her on because it was convenient to torturing and changing you."

I was silent, shocked, but knowing he spoke truth.

He throbbed again, the tip just inside me. "You CAN leave, or you can stay. Its your choice. I'd like you to stay, having your and Jenny around will be tremendously distracting, but a hell of a lot of fun. I will be hard on you, demanding as I am from all my lovers. In the bedroom my word is law. I expect complete obedience, and might keep this little toy, though I'd never use the full setting, we'll get that disabled. Not many keep up with me, but I suspect you two would push me to my own limits."

"No strings though. I'd expect you might enjoy choosing your own lovers. Otherwise, if you go, I support you and you'll still be my heir. You two have my grand children to raise properly. I suspect you'll want to join the world again and maybe finish your degrees. I'd suggest you take a while to find out what real life is like from the other side."

He went silent and just sat there, other that nudging me with a little throb lower down. I'm not sure how long a sat there, thinking. It felt like an eternity, but I imagine it was seconds. In the end it was one of the easiest decisions I've ever taken. With a sob, this time of happiness, I started to sink down. It was my choice this time, and wasn't love about giving pleasure?

 

Later, when we'd recovered from a second bout, we went to find Jenny. She was nervously pacing, biting a nail like I hadn't seen her do since the start of this hell. She ran into my arms, sobbing herself. Chiding me about keeping her waiting, but mostly just hugging me with profound relief. Dad just left us, and our joy soon led onto other things. A kiss started it, and our lips didn't really leave each other until we collapsed exhausted some time later. We hadn't kissed in so long. We were woken up with a hand each between our legs. Jenny gave me a wicked grin and we tackled him.

Dad first took us to gather our twins. We both dithered over cloths, much to his amusement. Most of what we had wasn't appropriate for the real world, and neither of us fit anything of my mothers. Beside which that kind of turned my stomach. In the end. We found enough though, but it felt mighty strange, wrong even, to be wearing an opaque tight white t-shirt.

He wouldn't say what had happened to mum and Bernard, other than it was appropriate, and they were both alive. Frankly, I didn't really want to know, and could tell Jenny wasn't interested either.

The children were a revelation to me. I didn't know I could fall in love with two little children on sight like that. Neither of us really knew what to do, but I knew we would find out fast. Dad assured us he had already arranged temporary nanny's back home that would be there this afternoon. I could tell Jenny didn't approve of that.

Then we went to meet her parents. Dad had already talked to them, so the shock was less. The meeting was painfully emotional. They thought they had lost their only child, and now she was back. But, she wasn't the same. Yet being the people they were it didn't take long for the bond to be reforged. In particular they fawned over the children, and it was clear even if we needed help, nannies wouldn't be necessary. Dad mentioned their old cottage on the estate was available if they wanted.

That night, as I lay in a tangle with two other sleeping bodies my mind raced. I couldn't sleep with the emotions and thoughts racing through my brain. I certainly wouldn't have chosen this path, but it wasn't such a bad place to be. As a sleepy prick twitched between my ass cheeks I realised I didn't even care anymore about being with a man or a woman. So long as there was love and trust, it just didn't matter.

 

Some weeks later Jenny and I strolled down a beach. It was the one we were supposed to have been at on our honeymoon. Somehow it seemed appropriate for us to come here together, even if just for a few days. We walked hand in hand, and I was aware of male eyes following us down the beech.

"How about him, he's buff!" Jenny nodded in the direction of a bronzed Adonis lazing on the sand.

"Maybe… but later."

Her voice suddenly turned a bit scared, "How come you haven't… got it out with me?"

I stopped. Other than for cleaning, and in private, I hadn't got my dick out at all in since Dad freed us. It reminded me I was a freak, different.

"I… I thought you were only interested in me as a… as a… girl?" My voice felt small, fragile.

"Haven't you got it yet stupid? I… love… you! All of you."

We didn't make it back to our room. A tree hidden behind some bushes served as our marriage bed as we finally consummated our union.

  

  

  

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