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WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence,
bad words,
and strange ideas. It has only the strange things that dribble from my

head. If you are not old enough, mature enough, open minded enough, and
especially not smart enough to stop reading should you find yourself
becoming offended viewing such a story, don't!

I hereby grant permission to post this story, make it available for
download, or send it to a one or more of your kinky friends, as long as I
am given credit for it and no monetary profit is made from it without
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Remote Control By Wholeman

"Well hello there, little missy," was the first thing I heard, only as a
disembodied voice.

"This is going to be so much fun! I realize that you are still quite
heavily medicated, but here it is, in a nutshell... I have transformed
you, from a big strong man, into a helpless and weak little woman, with
shall I say, many entertaining attributes, which will reveal themselves, at
the proper time. So lay there, feeble and pathetic, and enjoy the ride
sissy!" the sexy feminine voice informed me, and then she cackled like a
fairy tale witch.



The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital room, with a very
sexy looking nurse, holding my hand.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so glad you are awake!" the nurse said.

"Wha..." I croaked.

"It's all right hon., don't try to talk. You were found on the
hospital's doorstep, in pretty rough shape," she told me.

"Apparently some surgery was done to you, and you seemed to be a bit
malnourished as well," she continued. "Don't worry about a thing though,
you are alright now. We'll take good care of you!"

What the hell was she talking about? The last thing, I can remember, is
coming out of my new apartment, in downtown Seattle. I was on my way, to
get another load of furniture, from my car... then here, with this
fruitcake nurse, calling me sweetie?

"It's a good thing you had your purse with you, or we wouldn't have had
any Idea, who you were, or anything about you, Diane," the fruitcake nurse
said.

"Who the Fuck, is Diane," I croaked?

"Oh dear, oh uh... well you, are Diane, Miss," the fruitcake nurse told
me, "Uh... I'll be right back! I have to consult with your Doctor, for a
minute. You just rest there, and stay calm."

Me stay calm! She's the one sounding all excited! I could hear her
rush out of the room, while I slipped back into the welcoming arms of
unconsciousness.



"There, she's coming around again," said the deep masculine voice. "Hi
there, Diane. It's nice to finally see you opening those lovely green
eyes, by yourself!"

"Why the hell, is everybody calling me, Diane?" I mumbled.

"Because my dear, that's what your driver's license, say's your name
is," said the man's voice.

"Whatever my license might say, my name is Howard! And why does my
whole body hurt?" I asked, still not opening my eyes, more than what was
necessary, to be able to see shadows. It was just too darn bright in here!

"Well Diane... Uh, Howard, you have had some rather extensive surgery
done to you, that's why your body hurts, as to why we don't call you
Howard, well... since I have examined you, very thoroughly I might add, I
find that most people named Howard, do not have ovaries, or a uterus!" the
Doctor assured me.

"Ovaries... Uterus... I don't..." I fell unconscious again.



My eyes opened, and I surveyed my surroundings. I was in, your run of
the mill, hospital room. I seemed to have an IV in my arm, and there was a
machine beeping in rhythm with my heartbeat.

My door was open and curtained, and just as I noticed that said curtain
swung open quite suddenly as I watched.

"Ah, you look so much better today!" the fruitcake nurse told me
perkily.

I was still taking in my surroundings, when she grabbed my wrist, to
take my pulse.

"Oh my dear God!" I said, noticing just how small and frail my wrist
looked, even compared to the pretty nurse's small hands!

"Your pulse is normal and strong, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"What did you people do to me?" I screeched, the beeping becoming quite
a bit faster suddenly.

"Why, WE have done nothing to you, but nurse you back to health. You
were found on our doorstep, having undergone a lot of surgery. You looked
as though you had just been wheeled out of an operating room, and then
dumped in the hallway outside of our emergency room. So what WE did to
YOU, is HEAL YOU UP, and SAVE YOUR LIFE," she informed me, sounding rather
indignant.

"My wrist is so small, and my voice... I sound like a... a... a
girl!" I softly said, the beeping not slowing one bit.

"I don't know how to break it to you, but honey, you are a girl! And by
everything we have been able to determine, you always were, a girl! For
instance, last week, while you were still pretty out of it, you
menstruated," she insisted, her attitude softening a little.

"Menstruated? A period? Only girls have periods..." I was still pretty
dopey, but this just can't be!

"That's a fact. So, why do you keep insisting, you are someone named,
Howard?" she asked me, her small feminine fists planted on her hips.

"My name, IS Howard Samuels, I'm a College student at the University of
Washington, I just started my freshman year," I informed her.

"I'm glad to meet you, Howard. Although I am curious as to where, you
got these lovely breasts? Boobs-R-Us?" she quipped, and squeezed my,
heretofore-unnoticed, baseball sized, boob!

"That feels... weird, what the hell...? Do that again?" I asked, half
stunned, half excited.

She gave me a lengthy grope, to which, I released a long, low, blissful
moan.

"How was that honey, bring anything back?" she asked.

"Oh God, that felt wonderful! That's the first time I've felt anything
like that... ever!" I had my head back and my eyes closed, panting and
licking my lips, enjoying the feelings she had evoked, the machine beeping
frantically in the background.

I saw the fruitcake nurse's eyes grow to the size of quarters rather
rapidly, and then she pressed my call button, and another nurse popped her
head into my room.

"Get Doctor Burnheart! I think she really was a man!" her voice had
grown high, and excited.

"No shit!" the other nurse said, as she bolted off to get the Doctor.

"When you showed up here the ID you had, indicated that your name is
Diane Toyavich. Things for now would be simpler, if I can call you Diane,
or do you still insist that I call you, Howard?" she asked a distasteful
look on her face indicating her preference.

"You keep squeezing my boobs like that, and you can call me slut! That
was soooo good!" I closed my eyes remembering the feel of her hand.

"I was ah... just hoping to shock you out of your delusion. I didn't
mean to, ah... make a lesbian come on to you or anything," she stammered,
beet red faced and embarrassed.

"Are you sure, you won't do it again? Maybe it will work after a few
more tries," I begged.

"Not a chance, you like it to much!" she stroked my face, looking into
my bewildered eyes.

"Does it feel that good to all women, when someone does that, to their
boobs?" I asked her, recognizing by her manner that she cared and wanted to
help.

"I can't speak for all women, but yeah, it feels that good to me, when
someone does that to my boobs," she admitted tweaking my nose and smiling
at me.

"I think I might have wet the bed," I told her, my face red with shame.

"You couldn't... ah, you have a catheter in your... ah vagina," she
assured me puzzled that I would not recognize what had happened.

"Then why do I feel all, uh... wet. You know down there?" I asked her
glancing at my crotch to indicate what I meant.

"I'll check," she promised, although she was fairly certain, what she
would find.

I could feel her lift the covers, and my gown, and spread my legs
slightly, to check me out, "It seems, ah... that you are just... sexually
excited. Don't worry, it was quite a normal reaction to being fondled,
that's what we women do when we're turned on, we start to lubricate our
vaginas."

"Vagina? How can that be? No one can change a man into a woman! They
can only make men into, ah... something that looks like a woman. Are you
sure that I've got ovaries?" I asked, traumatized to have been included in
the, 'we women' explanation and the accusation that I have a vagina.

"Oh yes, you ovulated and had a period, those men who have had that,
ah... operation you mentioned, can't do that, that's why we thought you
were just a woman who had been traumatized," she claimed, clearly
uncomfortable but staying with me, and holding my hand persistently. "I
had better leave anything else, for the Doctor to explain."

A few minutes later, the curtain swung open again and a woman Doctor,
poked her head in, "Maggie, I see you have our prize patient, in good
hands," she said to the fruitcake nurse.

Nurse Maggie stood, and motioned the Doctor over toward the window, and
had a whispered consultation.

"No kidding?" the Doctor asked, a little too loudly.

Nurse Maggie nodded her head, after saying, "Shhh!"

They both came back over to me.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Betty Burnheart. Maggie here, tells me that you have
never had your breasts stimulated before, is that true?" she asked,
standing by my bed, clipboard in hand.

"Not until about ten minutes ago I hadn't," I claimed, "but I sure did
like it! You can give them a squeeze too, if you'd like!" I smiled
hopefully, up at the sexy Doctor.

"Interesting, she says that she believed you. Not because of what you
said, but by how you reacted. From what I just heard, I think we'll try
something else. Have you felt anything like this before?" she reached her
hand underneath the sheets, and I felt her finger slip into my body, in a
way that was, utterly impossible! And then, she touched, IT!

"Oh, oh baby. That's even better than the boob thing! Ooh, ooh!" I
squealed, laying limply and biting my lower lip, with my eyes closed.

She stopped quickly, seemingly very startled.

"How...? You had your finger... inside of me?" I gazed up at her face
in shocked confusion!

The Doctor looked at nurse Maggie, "I think you're right. This patient
has never felt her sexual organs stimulated, before. At her age, she
should have at least, had her finger inside herself taking a shower or
bathing to cleaned herself down there."

"Doctor please, turn me back into a man. I have classes that I have to
start attending, and a life to get back to," I begged, frantically
distraught!

"If you really were a man named Howard, and I am starting to believe
that you were, even so, I know of no way to turn a fully functional woman,
into a fully functional man, or visa versa, for that matter!" the Doctor
insisted straight faced shaking her head, "It's beyond all current medical
science, to do that!"

"Then how do you explain, what happened to me?" I whined, "Look at me,
all soft and tiny, I wasn't like this when I left my apartment, that's for
damn sure!" I indicated my tiny form, with my hands.

"As far as I'm concerned, what you say happened to you is impossible, I
can't explain it," the Doctor threw her hands up in a shrug. "There was
something strange that we found while examining you, we ah... ran an MRI
on you so we could get a look inside, without disturbing the healing of
your incisions, since you were in such rugged shape when you arrived, and
discovered that you have several, small, metallic objects, implanted
throughout your body. We have no idea what they are for, and frankly, we
were afraid to fool around with them, in the off chance that they were
there on purpose, to help certain areas of your body function properly. It
appeared that they were placed at these sites, by all of the surgery that
had been performed on you, before you were dumped on our doorstep."

"Well, take them out!" I pleaded, looking over my form like I could see
through the bedding and nightie.

"Unfortunately, your insurance is at issue here, if you are indeed Diane
Toyavich, your stay here in the hospital with us, is covered. If you are
not Diane Toyavich, and indeed are Howard Samuels, we will need to know
your insurance company, so that we might submit to them, for payment of
such extensive surgery. We already tried to submit for Diane Toyavich, and
she was turned down, for the removal surgery. If we can prove you are
Howard Samuels, do you have insurance that will even pay for the hospital
bill, you have already rung up?" Dr. Burnheart asked cold-heartedly her
arms folded underneath her breasts expectantly.

There it was! It all boiled down, to the golden rule. And since I had
no gold...

"Um, 'gulp,' does Diane's insurance, cover the whole bill so far?" I
asked feeling small, frail, and very uncertain.

"Oh yes, Diane has very good coverage, although elective surgery, is not
covered," she informed me enthusiastically.

I felt so helpless, that I began to cry. I never cry! I didn't cry,
when my father died, so why am I crying now?

Nurse Maggie held me, and told me everything was going to be all right.

The Doctor just stood there, hands on hips, looking exasperated.

I whispered to nurse Maggie, "If I tell her the truth, they'll kick me
out of here, and saddle me with a huge bill that will take years to pay,
and I'll never be able to go to college. I don't think I'm strong enough
to be released yet. I really am Howard, but I think I'll have to lie to
her, to stay here and get better." I was petrified that I'd find myself on
the sidewalk like this, with nothing and nowhere to go!

Nurse Maggie just rocked me back and forth on the bed as she stood next
to it holding me, and said, "Shh, that's all right DIANE, everything's
going to be okay!"

"I'll come back later and check on the patient, when she's calmed down a
bit, nurse," Dr. Burnheart told her, spun on her black high heels and
left, with a very arousing sway to her hips.

"She's so pretty, so why is she so mean?" I sniffed.

"She is just telling you the truth of your situation, before you started
to convince everyone here that you're nuts, and then had to be committed,
or thrown out of the hospital," she told me. "I think she believes you,
but there is nothing anyone at this hospital can do to change it, and it
seems whoever did this to you, has arranged an identity for you, so for the
time being, it would be better if you assume that identity, until you can
figure all of this out."

"But, I don't know how to be a girl. What am I going to do, when I am
all better?" I blubbered burying my head in her bosom.

"Well as far as your first question is concerned, I might be able to
come up with a few practiced teachers on that subject, me for one. And as
far as your second question, I don't know, but I'll personally help you
find out, if you would like. I have a few contacts that can look into
both, Howard and Diane, and help you find out what to do. Does that make
you feel any better?" Nurse Maggie told me, as she rubbed my back in little
circles, which was more soothing than you can believe, "In fact, I think I
can convince Dr. Burnheart, to do some checking, on the QT, too."

"Do you think I can call my mom too?" I asked her. (Hey, sometimes a
guy needs his mom too, you know!)

"What are you going to tell her? Her son, is now a pretty, little,
strawberry blonde, girl?" she asked, looking me in the eye, earnestly.

"I can't even have my mom to comfort me, can I?" the floodgates opened
up again, and I just lay there sobbing and feeling alone in the world.

"Can I fill in for her? At least until we can find a way, to tell her?"
Maggie asked, with her eyes flooding, but not quite leaking yet.

I clung to her even tighter, "Thank you Maggie that is so nice of you to
offer. I know you don't have to, and the only thing I can give you in
return, is all the gratitude this little body can muster. I know it's not
much. Even before when I was a man I didn't have much. Now it seems like
even what little I had in the world, has been stolen! I don't even know
who I am, or for that matter, what girls do. I know it's selfish of me to
accept your kind offer, but I think I'm going to need you, so very much!" I
clutched tightly to her, sobbing and trembling all over.

She held for a time until my overwhelming emotions finally began to calm
down.

"Well, why don't you watch some TV, or take a nap for a while, I have
some duties to attend to, before my shift ends. Then I'll come back when
my shift is over, and we can visit a while and you can tell me more about
you, so I can get to work on what we talked about, okay?" nurse Maggie
asked, pulling me off of her gently. (I clung to her so tightly I almost
expected to hear a pop!)

"I think I'll be all right for a while, I'm still very frightened, but
at least I know that someone cares about me, even a little bit, and that
helps a lot, thanks Maggie!" I told her, hugging her tightly, but only
briefly this time, and kissed her on the cheek, "I'm so lucky to have a
nurse and a friend, as caring as you."

She blushed, holding her hand up to where I had kissed her, got up, and
headed towards the door, "I have one small piece of advice for you to help
you through this. We both know that some person is behind all of this, and
if it starts getting you down, tell yourself, 'I'm not going to let them
win!' Can you do that for me? Good! You take things easy for now, my
lovely new surrogate daughter, and don't get into any trouble while I'm
gone," she giggled as she shook her finger at me, trying to look stern, as
she left to perform her other nursing duties.

Now that I was alone, I decided it was time to start to figure out some
things about my new existence. I pulled off the covers, and lifted my
gown, away from my, uh... body.

What I saw was unbelievable! Big pink areola, tight hard nipples poking
out, firm full breasts, and they, were on... me! Mine? I scanned down my
body to my waist, only to discover it was so small that it looked like I
had been pinched in half and the two halves, were just starting to mend
back together! Farther down still, more smooth hairless skin, sliding all
the way down, to an 'M' shaped area, between my legs?

'That must be it... My... my... I can't even think it! My Pussy!
there, I thought it!' I thought proudly.

I seemed to have lovely hairless legs, and tiny, feminine feet with cute
little wiggly toes! And judging by the size of my body compared to that of
the bed on which it lay, I was short! Real short! Five feet tall at best!
Which is a hell of a long ways from the five foot eleven that I remember
being!

I flipped the covers and my gown, back into place. I had seen enough. I
am certainly in the body of a woman now, no doubt about it! I shuddered
with the knowledge of what I had just seen.

The telephone rang, startling me. Maybe Maggie was calling from the
nursing station? I picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"Diane, you are about to have your very first girly orgasm, hang on...
ha, ha, ha, ha..." the receiver went dead.

My back arched, my eyes rolled up into my head, my toes curled up tight,
and I had a death grip on the bed sheets, and screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
As the telephone fell to the floor,

As I reveled in the afterglow, nurse Maggie came running in through the
curtain, "Diane, are you alright?"

"Oh, I am so alright!" I lay with my eyes closed, and stroking my own
soft, strawberry blonde hair.

As she approached me, I heard her sniff, "Did you just masturbate
yourself girl?" Maggie asked, obviously recognizing the aroma.

"No! I had a phone call! She said, 'You are about to have your very
first girly orgasm!' And boy did I ever!" I exclaimed. "It felt so good! I
hope she calls again!"

"Honey, you had someone call you on the phone and tell you, you were
about to orgasm, and then you just did?" Maggie asked my shuddering,
quivering, little feminine body, because my mind, was adrift elsewhere.

"Oh yes! I did orgasm! And I like it! It felt so good!" I moaned.

"Diane, you shouldn't orgasm, over a phone call! Who was it?" she
asked.

"I don't know, it sounded like a woman's voice," I told her.

"That is very weird! Are you all right now?" she asked me.

"I'm terrific! I feel so wonderful!" I stroked my lithe figure, up and
down my sides, and purred.

"I have to finish up, I'll see you in a few minutes. You just lie there
and bask in the afterglow," she giggled and left, shaking her head.

When Maggie returned, I was napping lightly, so when I finally roused, I
felt her gently holding my hand and reading a romance novel, "Hi Maggie,
have I been asleep long?"

"Not very. You needed your sleep, so I didn't wake you. It was nice
just relaxing here and watching you sleep. But it's getting late now, and
I should go home, I just didn't want you to wake up, alone. I'll be back
tomorrow and see you, okay?" she asked.

"Thanks, Maggie momma, see you tomorrow," I agreed sleepily, "Drive safe
and please come back to me. Remember, little Diane needs you!" (Yawn)

When she left, I realized that the wet spot I had been sitting in, when
I fell asleep, was gone. I later learned that Maggie had changed the bed
after her shift was over, not wanting me to have to endure the humiliation,
of having a stranger do it.



The next morning, Maggie visited me and brought several books on
fashion, makeup, and feminine hygiene, which I gratefully accepted and read
with more interest, than I would have ever believed a week ago, but of
course now, these things were about me!

Over the next week, Maggie helped me through many of the basics, in
femininity. I had used the bathroom by myself, and now, I know how to do
it properly (I didn't realize it was that complicated for girls). I could
dress myself somewhat, and even apply some basic makeup. Maggie even
taught me how not to walk, like (as she put it) a clumsy elephant.

It was painfully obvious to the both of us that I still had, one hell of
a long way, to go! Who knew that there was so much more to swapping
genders, than just anatomical differences? Even simple stuff like what
kind of socks to wear, for what kind of shoes! (Never, never wear socks
with high heels! It makes Maggie crazy!)

Maggie had also discovered, by this time that I live in a condo a few
miles away, at least that's what the information in my purse indicates, as
well as, a set of keys that claim they will open the door.

"Maggie, I hate to ask this, but could you go by 'my condo' and check it
out for me? One of the other nurses said that when I was found on the
hospital doorstep, I was only wearing a plain white hospital gown with, 'my
butt hanging out.' Maybe there are some clothes you could bring back for
me, to go 'home' in? I might cause a commotion trying to walk out of here,
naked!" I hesitantly asked her, after she had been quizzing me on
deportment, for about an hour.

"Sure honey, I'd be happy to. I am so proud of you, and I hear you are
healing up so well, the doctor told me that you can go home tomorrow, so
I'll have to swing by your condo tonight, and see what I can scare up. Why
don't you get some sleep honey, and I'll see you early tomorrow. It sounds
like I'm going to have a busy evening. I need your purse, do you mind if I
take it with me?"

"Sure, you'll probably need it," I readily handed it over.

Maggie accepted it, but instructed, "One thing to remember, after
tonight, for you though! A lady would never hand her purse over, so
readily, all of her most personal things are kept in there. Of course I've
been into this purse more than you have, and you haven't had a chance to
personalize it yet," she smiled really big, "Whoever planted this purse on
you was definitely a woman though, there's a spare pair of panties,
tampons, and Maxi Pads in it. A man might have thought about the last two,
but the panties are certainly a woman's touch."

Maggie continued after a pause, "You know dear, after I have spent so
much time with you, first when I cared for you while you were unconscious
for two weeks, and then all of this week, and I have to tell you, that I'm
starting to feel very maternal toward you, like you really are my
daughter."

She swallowed hard and kept going, "There's something you should know
about me. I found out years ago that I would never have any children of my
own, so this last week has been rewarding in a way for me, that's hard to
explain. I guess what I'm saying is, if you don't mind, I'd like to keep
helping you after you go home," she was looking into her hands very
intently, and seemed afraid I might turn her down.

"I'd like that mother, if you want to. I have grown so close to you
too, in some ways, even closer than with, my... ah... Howard's real
mother!" I blushingly told her, after picking up her hands in mine, and
getting her to look me in the eyes.

She started crying and hugged me, "I guess, I never knew, how much, I
wanted to have my own child, until I met you, and you seemed to need me, so
much!"

"I'm so scared about what has happened to me, I needed you and still
need you, more than you can know," I blubbered back, embracing her.

"It's settled then, at least for the near future, anything you might
expect from any other girl's mom, I'll be there to give you and support
you! Now, you get some sleep young lady, and tomorrow I'll help you dress,
and take you home," she stroked my face and kissed me on the forehead, good
night.



The next day Maggie came walking into my room, lugging a small suitcase,
"Girl, you are not going to believe that condo of yours! I picked up some
clothes for you, but there doesn't seem to be very may outfits in the
dressers or closets, maybe a week's worth of changes. It is all very
strange! But the furnishings and the view are unbelievable! Your condo is
on the waterfront, of Lake Washington!" she squealed!

That news made my eyes pop open wide. That's some of the most expensive
real estate around here.

"Have you had your shower, and did you shave your legs and underarms,
like I showed you?" she queried setting the luggage down, and folding her
arms under her bosom, like moms do.

"Yes mom, I shaved, just like you showed me!" I said, in my most
exasperated teenage girl, tones.

Maggie hugged me and giggled, "I just love it, when you call me mom!"
She gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Let me show you what I brought for you to wear home, and then I'll help
you get them on, okay?" she tossed the bag onto the end of the bed and
popped the suitcase open.

"Are you going to have enough time, before your shift?" I asked her
concerned that she was spending so much time with me that she might be late
for work.

"Don't you worry, your pretty head, hon.. I took the week off, so I
could help you settle in, and to try and help you to figure out what
happened, and who did this to you," she started pulling clothes out of the
suitcase and laying them out for me.

I picked up a pair of black lacy panties that looked like they were out
of the 'Victoria's Secret Catalog,' and slipped them up my legs and over
the big woman's butt I seemed to have acquired. (It feels even bigger than
it looks, when it's your butt!) Seeing those sexy panties up flat, against
my crotch, made me shudder all over, that's a sight, no boy ever expects to
see, from this angle!

Maggie came up to me and grabbed my arm saying, "Steady girl, I realize
that you are not used to these kinds of sexy clothes, just try to enjoy all
of the thrilling sensations, you are going to feel," she said steadying me,
and misunderstanding my reason for shuddering.

"Whew, I'm kind of getting wet, watching you in those. Damn girl, you
look hot!" she told me, with a genuinely admiring look on her face.

I blushed, but she had bolstered my confidence, so I put on the bra
next, or that is to say, I tried to put on the bra, next. I was so lucky,
to have Maggie there to help me, I'm still a bit clumsy at it and she had
to show me how to adjust the straps so that it fit properly. (How would I
know how to adjust one, I never had anything to feed one with, before!)
Once she had the lacy, soft, garment, gently caressing my breasts, I
couldn't help but notice, my nipples were incredibly clenched, and poking
out, quite obviously, through the lacy cups.

"Oh my, I do believe that you like your new bra!" she tittered, staring
at my protuberances.

I blushed, but still couldn't keep myself from cupping my boobs, with my
little hands, and then moaning quietly, "Mmmmm."

Smiling broadly, Maggie walked up to me and cupped my breasts as well,
and then gave my nipples a little tweak.

"Oh God!" my knees started to give out, and Maggie had to catch me.

"Shhh, you'll have half of the nursing staff in here like that! I think
you are going to like being a girl, whether you think so right now, or
not," she grinned and steadied me.

"Thanks for catching me, and you can do that again, any time!" I was
still trying to catch my breath. "But if you do, I just hope you brought
more than one pair of panties! Shit, I'm wearing panties, and talking
about them, and referring to me as the one wearing them, it's just so
weird! But they feel so silky and sexy, Ooh!" I was smoothing my hands on
them, across my flat little tummy, still so very confused.

"Well, on that erotically enticing notion, let's move on to your
pantyhose now, before the other nurses have to come in here, and hose us
both down!" she had taken a hankie from her purse and was dabbing at her
'glowing' face with it lightly.

"Okay now, see you have to roll them up like this..." she went on like
that, until I was fully dressed, wearing a mid-calf, plain looking, black
skirt (Inherently sexy!), and a pastel pink, lacy silk blouse, and walking
around on, one inch high, black pumps. It was a very new and sensually
arousing experience for me that I just loved!

She allowed me, to do my own makeup. We had been practicing all week,
and she told me I did a really good job, and only needed minor help, from
her.

"The doctor should be in to give you, your final exam any..." she
started to say, while she was inspecting her handy work. Namely me.

"Ready to go home, Diane?" Dr. Burnheart asked, as she swept into the
room, like she usually did. "Wow! Look at you! With that Strawberry
Blonde hair, and the knock out figure, topped off, by the waif looking
face... I guess maybe we should send you home, with a bodyguard!" she was
holding one of her hands against her upper chest, her eyes bugging out,
ogling me.

"Dr. Burnheart, that is not, a very professional attitude!" Maggie
admonished moving closer toward me, protectively.

"I know... but... she is so beautiful! A real hottie! Every man in
the hospital who sees her, will either trip over his own tongue or drown in
his own saliva!" the Doctor exclaimed breathlessly. "I better notify the
emergency room to expect casualties!"

I started crying. The last thing I felt like being was beautiful!

"Examination, over! Doctor! Diane is checking out, now!" Maggie
grabbed my hand, and the suitcase, and stormed out of the hospital room and
the hospital.

Dr. Burnheart at our heals, apologizing the whole way to Maggie's car,
where Maggie, stuffed me into the passenger seat, and drove off, with Dr.
Burnheart standing at the curb.

"I don't think she meant to be distasteful dear, but when she gets like
that, everything from there, is a downhill spiral," Maggie confided as she
carefully guided her car along the roads. "I'll see to the checkout
paperwork later!"

"Do I really look like a waif?" I asked, with my lower lip and chin
trembling.

"Honey, you have so damn much waif that you could melt Scrooge's heart!"
she told me, squeezing my knee with her right hand, "And if you don't stop
that chin tremble," she scolded, shaking her finger at me, not taking her
eyes from the road, "I'm going to have to stop this car, and hold you, and
rock you, until you do, stop!"

I had to stop and giggle, "I can see I'm going to need lots of tissues,
for quite a while."

"Okay then, sit back, relax, and we should be at your place, in five
minutes," she promised. "I hate to say this, but your place is so much
nicer than mine, I'm tempted to ask you, to stay over for the week, so I
won't have to spend the time driving to and fro, and can maximize our time,
getting you up to speed, woman wise, that is," she admitted, with just the
hint of a sly smile, at the corner of her mouth.

"Would you? Please? I'm kind of afraid to be there alone, just yet," I
asked her, feeling so tiny, feminine, and vulnerable, sitting in her car,
wearing panties, a bra, a full slip, pantyhose, skirt and a silk blouse,
not one damn thing I was wearing, could even be confused as masculine!

"It's settled then! Now, it's confession time! I already kind of,
planned on this, so I have a suitcase in the trunk, with a weeks worth of
clothes in it, already," she smiled at me reassuringly.

She turned off the road and entered a private garage, taking a code key
from my purse, (Damn, that feels so unnatural to say, even now) to open the
security barrier.

After parking in a spot, labeled 'Toyavich,' right next to the elevator,
she grabbed our bags, (I tried to take mine, but she told me she didn't
want me to open any incisions) and we entered the elevator.

She pressed the 'Penthouse' button, and slipped the code key, into a
slot, which closed the door, and brought us, up to the penthouse!

"I live in the penthouse?" I asked wide-eyed.

"I told you that it was nice! Wait until you see it!" she was like a
kid, on Christmas morning.

The elevator opened right into the condo, no hallway, and no corridor.
(There was, of course, a video camera and a monitor, which allowed us to
see who was in the elevator, before letting it come up.) It opened into the
living room, a huge, elaborately decorated room, with sofas, love seat,
recliners, coffee tables, and the works! The whole East wall of the room
was picture windows looking out over the lake and the building's docks.
There was a flat panel, high resolution TV, hung on the wall and a nice
looking desktop computer, sitting on a roll top desk, off to one side.

The kitchen was huge, with a butcher block in the middle, gas stove,
built-in microwave, professional conveyor style dishwasher, and copper pots
and pans, hanging from the overhead railing. There were, walk-in
refrigerator, and freezers, built-in to the space, with a full size walk-in
pantry.

The bathroom had the conventional fixtures, as well as, a bidet, a
Jacuzzi bathtub, and a double shower stall. (It hadn't even occurred to me
that there was no urinal!)

A deck ran the full length of the east side, with a hot tub at one end
surrounded with a glass gazebo that could be screened off. (Hot tubing in
the buff, year round!)

There were three bedrooms and each, with a huge bed in the center, all
of them with pink, lacy coverings and full skirts, nightstands, dressers, a
vanity, and a hope chest. Each bedroom, has it's own attached, 3/4
bathroom. (Good thing the bathtub in the main bath was big enough for
three!)

"You say this is mine? How the hell, will I be able to make the
payments?" I asked worriedly.

"No dear, I told you, that you own it. The whole building, free and
clear! The tenants, pay rent, to you. That's how you make a living, as a
landlord," she was shaking her head like she could hardly believe it
either.

The pink, princess phone, on the magazine stand, rang and we jumped.

"Hello?" I asked.

"How do you like your new home? You're such a sissy, that I bet you are
about to cum in your panties! (Insane giggling)," and the phone went dead.

"Ahhhhh... Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhhhhh...!" I screamed as I fell to the
carpet, and had a huge, gushing, twitching orgasm, right there, on the
living room carpet!

"Diane! What happened? Did she make you orgasm again?" Maggie asked
excitedly.

"Do you have a cigarette?" I asked her, even though I didn't smoke.

Maggie leaned down and hugged me tightly, "You don't smoke, silly! But
that sure answered my question. And judging by the wet spot on the carpet,
you just had a hell of an incredible, orgasm!"

"Oh God Maggie, she told me that I liked my new home so much that I was
going to cum in my panties, and I sure did!" I admitted. "It was the best
thing I ever felt in my life!"

Maggie helped me to my feet and walked me into one of the bedrooms, (I
assume it is the master bedroom, because it is maybe, a foot or two larger,
than the other two) and right through it to the bathroom. Where she
stripped me, took a washcloth to me quick, to clean off the intense smell
of pussy, and after placing me into the big pink bed, Maggie pulled a Baby
Doll, from the dresser and slipped it onto my, semi-limp body and tucked me
in, "You lay there and recover, I'm going to go and star 69 the phone to
see if I can get the number, of the person, who just 'rang you up', tee he,
as the Brits would say! And sister, were you ever, 'rang up'!" she left
giggling.

Moments later she returned, "It didn't work! She must have a blocker."

"I hope she calls again. I like it! I like it a lot!" I admitted half
dreamily.

"I would think that it should worry you? Some woman has the ability, to
make you fall to your knees orgasming, at any time. I'd be scared to
death!" Maggie made my vulnerability clear to me.

"Oh my God, that's right, I could be walking down the street and wham!"
I shuddered, "I'm a quivering puddle, of feminine pussy juice, completely
vulnerable to anything!" my eyes were wide and I was holding my tiny hand,
over my mouth.

"If she can make you have an orgasm, what else might she be able to do?"
Maggie suggested. "Remember, we found those devices, all over your body."

"What can I do? I don't know why this is happening to me, or how," I
was tearing up again after Maggie scared the holy shit out of me, damn
hormones!

"I know hon.. Don't you fret, I'll be here 24/7, at least for a while,
maybe I can protect you from what she's doing to you," Maggie held me
tenderly and confidently reassured me.

The phone rang again, and Maggie answered it this time, "Hello?"

"Well, if it isn't Howard's protector! I have news for you lady, who
will protect him, from you? He should be starting to puddle, any second,
and the pheromone level in that room, will go off the charts! Enjoy your
lesbian interlude! Ha, ha, ha!" and the voice rang off.

Howar... Um... Diane, that was, you know, her. Do you feel strange or
anything? She said that..." 'Sniff, sniff,' "Does it feel warm in here to
you, all of a sudden, Diane?"

"Maggie! Oh no...! She's making me wet the bed! I'm sitting in a warm
puddle, and it's getting bigger, and I can't squeeze it off!" I screeched,
pulling the covers off, from on top of me.

Maggie was sniffing the air and fanning her face with her hand, trying
to cool off her flushed face, "Slip your panties off, and let me have a
look," she unbuttoned the top buttons, on her blouse and was stroking,
flushed, and moist, with perspiration cleavage, gently and sensuously.

I slipped off the Baby Doll's panties, while I could still feel myself
flowing heavily, the puddle ever expanding, and handed the sopping wet
things, to Maggie.

I couldn't believe it, when she took them, and started rubbing those
wet, slimy things, all over her pretty face, sniffing them and moaning all
the while! She reached up and ripped open her blouse, buttons popping off
everywhere, and scooped her breasts out of her brassiere, pinching her
nipples, and moaning, while crawling on her knees up from the bottom of the
bed, toward my naked and defenseless, little, cunt juice spewing, body.

"Oh Diane, you have the most beautiful pussy..." she said, and then dove
her face between my legs, lapping up the syrupy fluids spewing forth from
my cunt.

"Maggie! What the hell are you...? Ah, ooh, oh. Oh God, oh god!" my
back arched so hard, I thought my spine would snap, my head was flopping
from side to side and my hands where pounding on the bed. The more she
licked my cunt, the more I orgasmed, over and over.

"Mmmph, ooh, mmm," Maggie said, as the room was filled with the sounds
of slurping, and shrieking. She started tearing all of her clothes off,
and when it was freed, she stuffed three fingers, from her hand, way into
her own steaming pussy, and began working it furiously!

I came so hard that I lost consciousness, but when I came around the
first time, Maggie was still licking wildly at, my sopping wet cunt. I
kept orgasming, and the more I orgasmed, the more cunt juice spewed forth,
the more pheromones were released, and the crazier Maggie, went for my hot
little honey hole!

I must have passed out again, for when I came to, Maggie was lying
unconscious and slime covered, between my legs, apparently fainted from
orgasming, herself, a goofy grin, still pasted on her pretty face. She
also had a slightly distended looking tummy, which worried me a bit, until
I noticed that I was, thirstier than I have ever been before, in my whole
life.

I put Maggie's tummy out of my mind and I urgently got out of bed and
shakily went into the bathroom. Where I sucked down, Dixie cup, after
Dixie cup, of water. I glanced into the mirror and notice that my new
petit feminine body, looked a bit gaunt, after last night's two-woman
lesbian orgy.

God, I was hungry, too! I raided the kitchen, and scarfed down a box of
cereal, four waffles, and a breakfast burrito. I sat back in the kitchen
chair, hands clasping my distended stomach, finally sated.

When I had recovered some, I decided to fix some eggs and bacon for
Maggie, and brought them to her, in the bedroom, with juice, toast and
coffee. I even placed a bud vase with an artificial flower in it on the
tray! And to this day I still have no idea why I thought to do that!

"Maggie? Wake up, its breakfast time!" I called to her, sitting the
tray down on the Hope chest, and crawling into bed with her, kissing her
alabaster cheek.

"Breakfast?" she mumbled. "What happened? Where am I?"

"Yes, breakfast. We had lesbian sex. And you are lying in the middle
of my cum-soaked bed, and covered head to toe, in vaginal lubrication.
Does that answer your questions?" I asked nuzzling her neck playfully.

"Oh my GOD!" she was wide-awake, instantly. "I ate out another woman's
cunt! I have never done anything remotely like that, ever before, never
even fantasized about it! Am I gay now?"

"Actually, you sound kind of upset to me," I told her.

"I better go and have an MRI myself, to see if I have any of those
implants, in me," Maggie said, sounding very frightened. "I knew she could
control you, but I never thought, that she could control me too!"

"What did she say last night? I didn't hear, and when you hung up, I
ah... was kind of busy, and you were doing the breast stroke," I asked
her, looking into her eyes, so she knew that I was being playful.

She strained to remember, but was only able to recall the high points,
"She said, 'if it isn't Howard's protector,' and asked me who would protect
you, from me. Then she said you were going to puddle, and give off massive
amounts, of pheromones."

"What are pheromones?" I asked.

"Sexual attractant scents, given off by the opposite sex to attract a
mate, drive them into a sexual frenzy," she replied, almost in a lecturer's
fashion.

"If that is the case, I don't think you have to worry about implants, do
you?" I reasoned.

"Answered my own question, didn't I? I guess those pheromones, left my
head a little fuzzy," she admitted. "I'm sorry, that I raped you. I
really couldn't control myself!"

"Stop that! You didn't rape me, and I'm not sorry one bit! Remember,
I'm still a man inside here, so what we did, doesn't seem like homosexual
sex, to me. Anyway, I liked it, and I love you, so you can forget about
it, or just cherish it, like I will," I told her, and kissed her surprised
looking mouth. "Now do you want breakfast, or would you just like to
cuddle, for awhile, instead?"

She reached over and hugged me tight, "Honey, I'm so confused, and you
are still turning me on, with that tight body, and smooth, hairless pussy!
For some reason, I feel kind of full right now, so I'm not very hungry, and
I don't really know why. It looks beautiful though and I thank you for
making it."

"I saw your tummy this morning, and it took me a minute, but I
remembered how much pussy juice you were lapping up, and how dehydrated I
was, this morning. Your stomach is full of... my... juices, I'm
afraid..." I confessed. "You will probably slosh, when you walk!"

"I remember now! You tasted so good, I just couldn't get enough!" she
reached down between my legs and penetrated my cunt with her finger, and
brought it back up to her mouth, licking it off, most seductively. "Mmmm!
Maybe I do have latent, lesbian tendencies? You're still delicious!"

"Whatever, thank you for being there for me. Do you want to get wet and
slippery in the shower, or the bathtub?"

"Shower! Then I think we are going to have to strip that bed, and throw
the mattress away!" she released me from our mutually slimy, and crusty
embrace, and stood up, pulling me to my feet.

We had a sudsy, slippery, quite fun filled, shower and then started
stripping the bed, only to discover that someone had thought ahead, and the
mattress was covered with a plasticized sheet.

I nearly had to use a hose on Maggie, when I saw her sniffing the
sheets, and rubbing them on her face.

When the bed was finally re-clothed, and Maggie was settled down, I
asked, "What next? Did you have any plans for the day?"

We were interrupted, by the phone ringing, we looked at each other, and
Maggie finally picked up, after the fourth ring, "Hello?"

"Afraid of what you might hear, if you answer the phone? You should
know that if you don't answer, what will happen is much worse, than if you
do answer. But you did answer, so no punishment this time. By the way, I
just love little girls with big boobs, don't you? No answer? No matter!
Enjoy! Ha, ha, ha, ha," and she rang off.

"Diane, get your blouse and bra off, now!" Maggie ordered urgently, and
then started to help me.

It looked so strange, like someone blowing up water balloons, my boobs
swelling, bigger and bigger, until they finally stopped, at a 'DD' cup.

I just stared at them, with my mouth hanging open.

Maggie came up to me and asked, "Do they hurt? Are they sore, or
painful?" as she reached out and cupped them from below.

"Ooh, that feels so..." I moaned.

"Wow, they feel so real!" Maggie started to manipulate my nipples.

My knees gave way, and I fell to the carpet, moaning.

"My word girl, you must have the most sensitive boobs, in the world!"
Maggie was down on her knees, grinning at me. "I think that you are going
to need a little bit bigger bra! Let's see if we can find one in this
place?"

"Do we have to? I'm so hungry, I could eat a water buffalo!" I whined
while feeling like my tummy was touching my spine.

"Oh my God! Those must be real! You stuffed yourself, just a couple of
hours ago, your body must have burned it all up, growing boobs!" she
reasoned.

"So why is that so scary?" I asked puzzled.

"If it had been some kind of implant that was filled by a chemical
reaction, then there would be a maximum size, they could be made to grow,
but if it causes your body, to accelerate growth, she can make anything
grow, as big as she wants, or continue to cause you to orgasm time and
again indefinitely, if the implants run on bio-energy, she could torment
you for life," Maggie looked scared, and was definitely scaring me!

After she had calmed me down, Maggie made a huge hoagie sandwich for me,
and I wolfed it down.

"Did you get Dr. Burnheart to see what she could come up with, maybe
she can give us some leads as to who might be able to do something, as
sophisticated as this," I asked around a mouthful. I was reaching for
anything that might be a life ring, for me, in my strange predicament.

"I'll call her and see if she has come up with anything. Would you mind
if I invited her over? She really is a nice person, at heart," Maggie
asked hopefully.

"I'm not angry with her, and any friend of yours, is a friend of mine.
Especially with you here, to ride herd on her," I giggled, and then,
yawned. "Excuse me! All of a sudden I'm so sleepy!"

"I can imagine! Why don't you go take a nap and I'll try to hunt you up
a bra, and call the doctor. Now scoot, and let Maggie take care of
everything," she pushed me toward the bedroom.

"Okay, (yawn) see you later," I stumbled into the bedroom and did a face
plant, onto the bed. Out before my head hit the pillows!



"I told you she was sweet. She looks like an angel sleeping there,"
then a whisper, "and her pussy tastes incredible," I heard Maggie saying. I
kept my eyes closed, because I didn't want to embarrass her. "Did you
bring it?"

"Yes," I heard another feminine voice answer, "come on I'll show you."
And I heard the bedroom door close.

I opened my eyes and noticed that Maggie had placed a glass of water on
my nightstand, which I took immediate advantage of.

When I sat up, my new large rack, jiggled about wildly, underneath the
nightie, which I didn't remember putting on. I guess when Maggie says she
is going to take care of everything she really means it!

I drained the water glass, and went into my bathroom, to pee. And yes
that is way different, too! Peeing from your butt, can you imagine?

After finishing, I stood in front of the mirror and lifted the nightie.
There 'they' were! I leaned forward and grasped the right one, bringing it
closer to my face. It has a much bigger nipple than before, and my areola
is easily twice as big, and really puffy looking.

As I was inspecting it, I watched my nipple become more clenched, and
the goose bumps around it began standing up and looking whiter. It felt
like my boob was swelling up, as I held it.

I discovered, that not only, did my nipple itself feel good, but it made
my cunt feel like someone was whispering to my clit, so I experimentally
stroked my nipple, gently.

"Ooh, that feels good," I moaned to myself.

'They're just so big!' I thought, 'but they feel so damn good! I think
I like having big boobs.' I squeezed both of them together, 'God that looks
so hot! I'd have shot my wad, when I was a man, just watching a babe with
tits like these, playing like this... whew very hot!'

I reached my left hand down between my legs, sliding it down my smooth
hairless tummy, over my mons veneris and slipped my middle finger between
my vulva's lips. My god I was sopping wet! In fact I could feel my pussy
juice start drooling down my legs.

'Holy shit, I'm just fondling my breasts! This keeps up, and I'll leave
a trail like a slug, everywhere I go!' I thought to myself, making a
conscious effort to stop myself while I still could.

I grabbed a towel and dried off my hairless, slimy pussy, and damned if
that didn't feel strange too!

I jiggled my way back into the bedroom and slipped on a pink silk robe,
with pink feathers around the collar and cuffs. I paused, listening at the
door, but didn't hear anything except a low murmuring, so I opened the door
and headed toward the kitchen.

"Ah, I see you're awake, beautiful. Would you like some dinner?" Maggie
asked me, giving me a big hug.

Damn, it feels weird having my big boobs, squeezed up against hers!
Weird, but damn good!

"Hi Diane, I want to apologize again, for what I said. I honestly
thought I was complimenting you. I didn't stop to think, how it would
affect you, in your circumstance. I hope you will forgive me," Dr.
Burnheart said, while Maggie hugged me.

"I know. I figured all of that out, after I had time to think it over.
There's really nothing to forgive, if anything, I should apologize to you,
for being over sensitive, I'm sorry, it's just really tough on a person,
having their life, and their gender stolen. Can you forgive me?" I asked
her trying hard to make nice with her.

When Maggie released me, a much taller, Dr. Burnheart took her place,
hugging me.

"I suppose, I should tell you, why I know Dr. Burnheart so well Diane,
she's my little sister!" Maggie informed me abruptly. "That is why I
pulled some strings and got her assigned to your case. Between the two of
us we were able to protect you, at least a little bit. Your first doctor
was talking commitment, and psychoactive drugs, for Pete's sake! He kept
claiming you were a loon!"

I started, while I hugged the Doctor, she held me tighter, and reassured
me saying, "It's okay, she didn't mean to frighten you, I'm not the wicked
witch of the west. But I think Maggie, might be Glenda, the good fairy,"
Dr. Burnheart started giggling.

"I'll Glenda you, Betty! Just because she finished school to become a
Doctor, she thinks that she's better than I am," Maggie told me while she
was rubbing my butt through the robe, trying to get my engine started. It
was working too!

"No, I don't big sister, if you hadn't supported me all those years, I
never would have made it. You know, I love you Mags. Come here, and let's
make this a three way hug," she suggested. "Wow, Diane you sure have
grown, since I saw you last!"

"Should I keep calling you Dr. Burnheart?"

"Call me Betty, we're family now, sort of?" she kissed me on the cheek.

Maggie jumped in, "Betty brought a lovely, fuchsia '30' DD bra, with her
for you!"

Betty held it up for me to see, "What do you think?"

"I think it looks kind of like, some kind of woman engineer's concept of
an ICBM launching device! No, I'm just kidding, it's beautiful and it
appears that, now I need it, so very badly!" I admitted, my eyes still
trying to take in the necessary enormity, of the lacy thing.

"Hold it up to her and let's at least get an idea if it'll fit, and how
it'll look on her," Maggie told her anxiously, wanting to see those lovely
boobs, covered in lace.

As Betty was holding it to me, and they were both staring hungrily, at
how my jutting jigglers will look, once properly supported, I inquired,
"You weren't making fun of Maggie, with the fairy comment, just because we
had lesbian sex, were you?"

"Oh my God Mags, are you a lesbian?" Betty let go of both of us, backing
away one step, allowing my nightie to fall back into place, my new bra,
still clutched in her hands.

"I don't know, maybe? Is it lesbian sex, when you do it with a woman,
who was a man?" she looked perplexed, "All I know is, it was soooo
goooood!" and she slipped her hand under the nightie and started caressing
my soft derri�re.

"Ewww that's disgusting! You mean you actually... with your tongue?
In her... Ewww!" Betty was looking totally grossed out, as she shuddered.
"That's what you meant in the bedroom, when you said that, 'her pussy
tasted good'? I thought you were pulling my leg!"

"So, are you going to disown me, now?" Maggie asked with little, or no
inflexion to intimate she was joking.

"I'm so sorry Maggie, I thought she knew, I heard you tell her... I
shouldn't have shot off my mouth," I started to blubber hiding my face in
my hands.

They both dove back into our group hug and comforted me.

"It's okay, Diane. It was just sister banter, I was just taken by
surprise. We used to discuss things like this, when we were little girls.
What was it like Maggie? You know, compared to sex with a man, I mean?"
Betty was trying to get us all, sitting down at the kitchen table, and
making nice.

"You know how we used to think it would taste gross, and be so
disgusting? Well, it isn't. I mean she tastes really good, and the
sensuous feeling of another woman in the throes of passion! Her soft,
sensitive body, responding to every touch, every caress, and the taste of
her, just drove me nuts! Maybe it's just Diane, or how Diane is to me.
All I can say is, maybe you should try it, and I warn you, if you hang
around here, that nut ball woman may call back, and trigger Diane's
pheromones again, and I don't think you will have any choice!" Maggie
informed her.

Just as if on queue, the phone rang, everyone's face show how startled
we were, as Maggie answered, "Hello?"

"So, you must have liked it, or licked it, as it were. Do you think
your sister, is ready for a three way? Ha, ha, ha," and the voice hung up.

"Not again!" I screamed, as my pussy began to flood once more.

I could see Maggie, who was already sensitized, quickly become flushed,
and start sniffing the air, and the incredibly shocked look, appearing on
Betty's face, as her nipples came to full attention, attempting to explode
the 'C' cup bra cradling them, from her petite chest, and she started
sniffing at the air just like Maggie!

My lower half wouldn't perform to the actions my brain was trying to
send, so all I could do, was sit there and gush! I became just an
aphrodisiac pussy juice fountain!

"Do you smell that, Mags?" Betty asked, not seeming to notice that she
was actually, drooling! She had a little stream running halfway down her
neck, and a wild feral look in her eyes!

"Oh yes! Ambrosia! Come on, help me get her to the bedroom!" Maggie
encouraged Betty, picking me up with Betty's help, as though I were no
heavier than a Barbie Doll, and rushing me into the bedroom.

"If this keeps happening, I'm going to have to wear a diaper," I
exclaimed, as my fountainous gash, dribbled a line, from the kitchen, into
the bedroom.

I couldn't believe it, when I saw Betty slip her hand into my robe, and
grab a sample from what was running down my leg, to put into her mouth,
"Maggie, you didn't tell me, girls tasted this good, the hell with men!
I'm turning lesbian tonight!"

They plopped me onto the bed, and literally tore the robe, from my naked
body. My lower half was completely slick with my juices, when Maggie
scooped up a handful and smeared it all over my big boobs, "You clean that
one off, this one's mine!"

They both latched on, and my cunt was immediately twitching and on fire,
as I involuntarily thrust my hips, into an imaginary lover.

"Please, I want to eat one of you, or both of you. I need a vagina to
lick! Please, I have to, I really do!" I begged.

Maggie stripped off all of Betty's clothes, and positioned her pussy,
over my face, while she continued to work my boob over. She never broke
suction once!

Maggie, when my breast was spotlessly clean, then dove between my legs
and started happily slurping away!

I attacked Betty's womanhood, like a starving man, licking and sucking
her clit, shoving my tongue as far inside her love canal as it would go,
using my nose on her throbbing, knob, as a clitoral stimulator.

Maggie's ministrations were pushing me quickly over the edge, and I
started screaming with orgasmic pleasure, into Betty's delicious cunt, and
she must have liked it, because she came so very hard, gushing her warm
inviting lubrication, all over my pretty little face.

"Oh, dear God! Oh my! I never... What did you...? Oh, my lord!"
Betty panted, "Maggie, swap places, I want a turn at her pussy, you just
have to experience her wonderful tongue!"

I was insane with sexual desire, and Maggie's shaved slit, was beckoning
to me, to pleasure it.

All the while she was kneeling overtop of my face, twiddling her
nipples, and moaning softly.

Moaning softly? That I can cure! I licked, I nibbled, I swirled my
tongue all around her clit. I fucked her as hard as I could with my face
and tongue, and then opened my mouth as wide as I could, made a seal around
her scrumptious cunt, and tried to suck all of her insides out!

She didn't even make a sound! She simply fainted dead away, her
unconscious body, spewing pussy juice all over me, as she did a face plant
into the pillows, her helpless body, spasming and twitching.

"Maggie, are you all right?" I shouted, muffled by her body, still lying
on top of my face. "Betty... Oh, God, oh God, I'm cumming again! Ah, ah,
ah, oh, aaahhh, oh my, oh baby! Oh baby... ah, ah, oh, Betty, Betty stop,
you have to check Maggie! She's stopped moving! I hope she just fainted,
I've never seen anyone go out, the way she did!"

"Mmmm, she'll be okay! Oh hell, I better check anyway!" she helped me
move Maggie off of me and lay her on her back. She held her cheek close to
Maggie's mouth, "She's breathing fine, sort of panting! Okay, where was I?
Oh, yes!"

I felt her creative ministrations, back spreading my vulva, as she
tongue danced around and inside me.

"Oh, so that's how you want to be!" I snagged her bottom, and she
willingly scooted over, until her slit, met with my probing, wet, mouth
muscle! God, I'm horny!

My own pheromones were making me crazy!

I heard Maggie moan, and the next thing I knew, she had pushed Betty's
bottom off my face, and was sticking her tongue down my throat!

When she came up for air she said, "God I love you girl! I've never
orgasmed so hard that I fainted before in my life! Thank You!"

"Hey, she was eating me quite happily, when you so rudely interrupted!"
Betty complained, but she immediately jammed her head back between my
thighs.

"Oh, shit! I'm cumming again!" I screamed, as I watched Maggie attach
herself, to Betty's quivering cunt, while I continued to scream out my
orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh, Maggie! Big sister, oh you sure know how to please a lady!" Betty
mumbled out from between my soaking thighs.

"Oh my lord, oh God Betty, it's not stopping! I'm still... Uhghn,
ahhhh, ha, ha, Ooh!" I screeched, spasming and twitching.

"Ugh, ahhhhhhh, oooooh!" Betty proclaimed, to my gushing gash, as Maggie
sent her to Nirvana!

I was thrashing about uncontrollably, completely uncontainable.

I heard Maggie say, "I didn't mean to interrupt your meal!" as she
replaced Betty's bottom, which I instinctively clutched to, for dear life,
latching on, driven by intuition only, like a newborn on a nipple,
unconscious of the way I was frantically working her pussy.

Betty must have thought it was like riding a bucking bronco, I was
clamped onto her so desperately, and still thrashing about wildly.

"Mind if I share?" Maggie asked Betty as she stuck her tongue into
Betty's ear.

"Mm, Mm!" I could feel her response, more than hear it, as tightly
affixed to my cunt, as her mouth was. So I knew I could expect a second
diner at my buffet!

I felt them spread my legs so wide, I thought I was a wishbone! Then
Maggie started pleasuring me with her tongue as well. The last thing I
remember, she jammed her fingers, one into my cunt, and one into my tight
little ass and everything went black for me.



"Hey, ow! What's this sticking into my arm?" I complained.

"Betty! She's awake!" Maggie yelled.

I could feel her holding my other hand, and when I looked around, I
realized this wasn't the bedroom we were making love in.

Just then, Betty burst into the room, "Damn girl! You are seriously
dangerous! After you passed out, Maggie and I were still so frenzied we
couldn't stop eating your sweet pussy! Did you know that you, my sweet
honey pot, can orgasm, even while unconscious? I didn't think it was
possible! But we were so out of our heads that we had you orgasming for
over half an hour, after you passed out! Oh damn, just talking about it,
has my mouth watering! Anyway, when we were finally able to tear our
exhausted bodies away from your delicious creased crotch, I realized that
you were very severely dehydrated, and dashed to my car, for my doctor bag,
and put you on some Ringer's, to replace some of the fluid you lost, and
Maggie here, has been giving you sips of water, as often, as you would take
it."

"Oh," I said, "Damn good thing, Diane's pussy palace, has it's own house
Doctor, isn't it?" I forced a small smile.

"Actually, while you were unconscious, I jetted back to the hospital,
and now your refrigerator is stocked with a few more, just in case!" Betty
assured me. "We have to keep your strength up, wouldn't want you to die
during sex! You wouldn't know if you were cumming or going!" she giggled
and kissed me.

"I'm feeling pretty good now, actually. Um, did we ruin the bed, or
were there rubber sheets to prot

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Chapter 17 Captured for a Time

The plates were long cleared from the table, and the men sat around the
living room, a football game shining off the screen of the television,
volume turned low so as not to disturb the baby resting in his cousin
Jack's arms. Jack was married to his cousin Nina, and Shara was their
first baby, though number two was a work in progress, more than seven
months along inside Nina's belly.

Nina sat down next to Alan on the couch, across from her husband and
Alan's dad. She ruffled his hair as she did when he was a kid and she was
his babysitter. "So," she said with an accusatory tone in her voice, "You
move to the city and we see all of a grand total of ONE time since
September? I don't know whether to be hurt or insulted."

"Sorry Nina, been busy, but the phone works two ways. You haven't
called me. I'd be glad to come over, especially if you're cooking." Before
the first baby was born Nina was the sous-chef at a very well regarded
French bistro in Tribeca. Now she was a stay-at-home mom, and loving it.

"Pig," she snorted. "I'll call you."

"After the new year," he insisted gently. "Exams start in about two
weeks." She agreed. Alan was impatient for the whole gang to go home.
They had eaten at four, and it was nearing eight.

He had plans to stop by at Megan and Leila's that night, but it would be
bad form to sneak out while the guests were still hanging around. Leila
still took and occasional shift as a PT, despite her med school status,
because she liked doing it. She was thinking of doing her residency in
sports medicine. Since school was on break for the holiday and a lot of
people went away for Thanksgiving, the hospital had begged her to work both
Thursday and Friday, so the two of them had remained in Westchester. It
was just as well for Megan. She had yet to tell her parents that she was
bisexual, and for that matter, bisexual with a live-in female lover, and
for that matter, that she was pregnant out of wedlock. Every time she was
working up the nerve to tell her folks she could just imagine her father
having a heart attack, her mother a stroke.

Alan pulled up to their house and parked shortly after nine. Megan
answered the door. "Welcome to the farm," she greeted him with a chuckle.

"Farm? I don't get it."

"You've come to see me--the cow--haven't you?" Megan took a step back
from the doorway, and Alan could see her stomach. She was showing her five
month pregnancy, a bulge visible from underneath her sweater.

"You look beautiful."

"That's what I keep telling her! Hi, Alan," Leila said coming over and
kissing him on the cheek. After he sat down Leila returned from the
kitchen with a glass of wine. The minute he had drained it she took it
back from him and went back to fill it.

"You don't have to get me drunk," he laughed.

"Megan insisted," the trim Asian woman confided, "If you're drunk you
wont think she's fat." Leaning closer she lowered her voice to a stage
whisper, "She thinks she isn't pretty since she started to show. It's up
to us," she added with a twinkle in her liquid brown eyes, "to convince her
otherwise."

With that she stood and took his hands, pulling him up and guiding him
up to the bedroom; Megan followed closely behind. Leila stood behind him,
turning him so that he was facing Megan and sat him on the end of their
bed. As she worked her hands at his shirt buttons she stared over his
shoulder at her red-haired lover. "Tell her Alan. Tell her how lovely she
is."

"You're gorgeous, Megan. You always were, and you always will be."
Megan gasped, her hands playing with the top button of her blouse, but too
afraid to unbutton it, afraid that if he saw her naked he would recoil in
shock. He approached his former teacher; Leila had unfastened all the
buttons, and as he stepped to Megan she had held on to his shirt, so he was
topless as he approached her. Gently he removed her hand from her neck,
grasping the top of her blouse, and with a deft touch popped open the neck
button and pulled the blouse over her head and off her. She pressed her
body to his, and he could feel the smooth hardness of her belly. He
dropped his arms down from around her neck and rested his palms against her
pregnant abdomen, making gentle strokes all around it, and at the same time
lowered his mouth to hers.

They kissed for a long time, distracted only by Leila undressing them;
once she asked Megan to step out of her skirt, and then took off Alan's
shoes and socks, then his pants and underwear. Alan led Megan, clad only
in her panties, over to the bed, and sat down on it, pulling her into his
lap. She groaned as he fondled her breasts, now more sensitive due to the
hormones of pregnancy, her head lolling back to rest against him as the
pleasure began to overtake her, little hums and gasps escaping past her
trembling lips. Leila joined them on the bed a minute later, completely
nude, taking charge of the situation.

Alan laid back on the mattress, and Megan straddled him, Leila kneeling
behind her, in between Alan's outstretched legs. Holding Megan by her now
more meatier hips she guided her onto his erection and then pulled her down
so she sunk down all thy way.

"Ooof! Ah, ah, MY GOD, it's been sooooo loooooong!" the redhead
exclaimed, her passions rising as she felt Alan fill her completely, a
feeling complemented by the incredible sensation Leila was causing by
strumming her hardened nipples. She could feel the softness of Leila's
breasts pressed into her back as she rode up and down on Alan's hard cock,
and the very idea of it still excited her.

"Tell her again," Leila demanded of him, "She still needs to hear it.
Tell her again, and again, and again. She wont listen to me," she ordered
him, her eyes boring into his with a frightening sense of determination.

"You're so pretty," he gasped up at his pregnant partner. "So pretty,
so pretty, so pretty."

Megan began to cry, tears spilling down her face and over her heaving
bosom. "Thank you," she squeaked (hormones again, she thought to herself),
a split second before her body seized up as she orgasmed. Alan came in
her, and she quivered at the sensation of it, then collapsed and rolled off
of him, a stewing morass of emotion. As she laid beside him her hands
danced up and down his chest, and watched Leila take his manhood into her
slurping mouth, cleaning him of their combined juices, and getting him hard
for round two.

Once he was ready she gave him a swat on the side of his butt, and her
sat up and moved off to the side of the mattress. Leila positioned herself
over the supine Megan so that they were face-to-face, her wiggling behind a
tempting target for their teenaged lover.

As Alan sunk into her she lowered her face, and pressed her lips against
Megan's. Leila moaned, and Megan snaked her tongue past Leila's hot lips.
He began to thrust in and out of her clenching pussy, enjoying the sound of
loud slurps that her tight passage emitted; her syrup coated his dick from
tip to root, the excess falling in dribs and drabs on the bedspread,
pooling between its folds.

Leila's moans and groans increased in fervor and loudness as Alan
increased the pace and force of his fucking. As Leila bucked her throbbing
pussy back against his throbbing cock Megan was finding it difficult to
maintain her lip lock with her Sapphic partner; to deal with this she
placed her hands on Leila's temples, holding her fast.

It was a good thing, too, for just as Megan gained a grip on Leila's
bouncing head an enormous climax exploded throughout the Asian woman's
sweaty body. Alan climaxed as well, and they collapsed into a sweaty mess
on the top of the bedspread.

"Mmmmm," both women purred. Alan settled himself between them,
caressing each one lightly. He stayed the night. Megan drifted off first,
Leila's soft cries echoing in her ears, "Yes, my ass, so g-good, ahhhhh!"



The train was crowded for a Sunday evening, filled mostly with college
students like himself returning to school. He didn't see anyone he knew in
his car, so he used to time to study. He had a term paper due for his
history intro class, and his outline was complete as the train pulled into
the Harlem station. He hailed a cab on 125th Street for the very short
trip back to Morningside Heights, and stared blankly out the window as the
cab headed west to Broadway.

"Excuse me," Alan heard the heavily accented voice behind him say. He
had just dismissed the cab at the corner and turned towards campus.

"Yes?"

"Vhich vay is to Columbus Avenue? I'm a bit lost, I thinks." He had a
piece of paper in his right hand and held it up for Alan to see, an address
scribbled on it.

Alan turned forty-five degrees and gestured south and east. Columbus
Avenue terminated at 110th Street, one block east of Amsterdam.

"You need to walk down Broadway a few blo-"

He didn't finish his sentence.

The foreigner stepped forward and held him up, preventing Alan from
collapsing to the pavement.

His partner pocketed a small white device, a jet injector filled with
tranquillizer, just as the van pulled up to the curb. In a matter of
seconds Alan was inside and the van was pulling away, headed for the
Triboro Bridge, and then on to the Bronx.

Karick dialed a number on his cell phone and spoke immediately upon
hearing an answer on the other end. "Team Alpha to base. Extraction
successful." He thumbed the END button, not waiting for a response. He had
a bad feeling, growing worse the further north he went. Just a few blocks
shy of the rendezvous he reached into his pocket and depressed a button
which caused the cell phone to ring, though no call was actually incoming.

"Yes," he said into the device for the benefit of his vanmates. He
paused for a few seconds and said, "Understood," and then keyed the END
button. "Let me out here," he instructed the driver. "I haff to go back
to ze office and clean out all of ze files. I'll take the subway."



Mr. Patel folded his own phone closed, and then placed it in his
pocket, his left pocket. He felt his jacket's right pocket, double
checking that his pistol was there, and properly situated for swift
removal. He rubbed his hands together, his breath visible in the unheated
expanse of the warehouse, wishing he had a nice cup tea to keep him warm. A
light snow sprinkled, though not enough to accumulate. "All the better,"
Patel thought to himself. Snow keeps people inside, and the fire he was
about to set would not be discovered for a few extra minutes due to the
reduced street traffic. The only problem was the homeless; upon arriving
at the warehouse a few hours earlier he had to scoot them out from the
squatting places. He could have brandished his weapon, but thought better
of it. Hundred dollar bills were a much better method, and the six bums
had gladly accepted them as an inducement to vacate. He just worried about
more showing up.

While in the middle of these musings he saw the headlights of the van
coming up the alley, where the side entrance of the warehouse was located.
"Money," Patel thought. "That's when I'll take care of it." He would wait
until they were distracted by the wads of cash he would place in their
hands to "take care of business."

"Where is One?" he asked the two before him.

"He told us he had to go back to the office to shred the files. You
didn't know?" one of them explained.

Patel shrugged, not wanting to let on his frustration. Karick was
smart, demanding half his payment upfront and deposited into a Swiss
account. He must have suspected that he would be terminated upon
completion, so he took what he had already been paid, and ran. "Well, we
didn't hire him because he was stupid," he thought. His Lordship would not
be pleased by this complication, but there would be time enough to rectify
this later.

After the van had pulled in through the loading doors Mr. Patel
directed the team to strip Alan Marshall of all his clothes and possessions
and place him in the second van.

"These rings," one of the agents said with a tone of exasperation.
"They wont fucking budge."

"Let me see," Mr. Patel said impatiently, but he was no luckier than
the soon to be dead man. "OK, well leave them. I'll cut them off of him
later."

"OK," the agent responded, not really caring, and looking forward to his
payoff.

Mr. Patel reached into the inside pocket of his suit coat and withdrew
two packets of cash.

Two minutes later he was pulling out of the warehouse, the first smoke
wisps rising behind him; he tapped his jacket and felt both packets,
replaced.



Alan came to his senses sometime later. He was moving, he could feel.
His was--for some reason he didn't understand--naked but for a straight
jacket and a length of rope binding his ankles together, flat on his back
on an rattling ambulance gurney.

He was very groggy. His whole body ached.

He tried his powers against his bonds. No joy. Underneath the gurney,
though he couldn't see it, was a large sphere of pure silver, slightly less
then the diameter a regulation basketball. The waves coming off of it
served to deaden his abilities. He struggled for awhile longer, but
fatigue and a nasty headache got the better of him.

The van came to a halt; Alan's eyes popped open, but all he could see
was the inside of the roof of the van. He heard the front door open, and
expected to hear the back door open shortly, but it did not. Two men were
standing just outside of the rear of the van. They were on a gravel
driveway, Alan could sense by the sound of their footsteps. They spoke for
a few minutes, but he couldn't make out the words.

After a period of time indeterminable to him he heard one of the men
reenter the van and pull into a garage. The back door popped open, and the
opener was surprised that Alan was conscious. Alan felt something against
his neck, and he dropped off into unconsciousness once again.



Mr. Patel cut the engine inside the garage and directed his underlings
to remove the boy from the van and roll him into the mansion. Using the
connecting door he entered the house and made his way to the living room.

"Report," Lord Thornbow demanded.

"Success. He's being moved now. The men have their instructions."

"Any problems?"

"Well, he was awake when we opened the van just now, but that isn't such
a problem. Our friend Karick did not show at the warehouse. I'll put some
of my people on it."

"Agreed," his boss replied, pouring the Indian man a small brandy. "You
have done well, as always, Mr. Patel." If all went as planned Karick would
not be a problem, living or dead. He clinked his glass against that of his
servant and they sipped. His Lordship picked up the receiver on his desk
phone and pressed for the intercom. A few seconds later they were joined
by another.

"Neil, please come in. I'd offer you a drink but you have work to do.
The boy is in the basement. Mr. Patel will show you the way."

"Yes, Your Lordship, straightaway. Thank you again," Dr. Neil
Swindon-Smythe said as he bowed and allowed the swarthy man to show him to
the dungeon.



"Dungeon" wasn't exactly the word Alan would have used to describe the
room to which he was confined. It more closely resembled a hospital room;
the walls were white and antiseptic, and he was still, of course, lying
bound in a straightjacket on a hospital gurney. Furthering the scene was
the IV bag on the stand next to the bed, a catheter in his arm slowly
feeding fluids to his veins. He didn't know what they were giving him, but
he felt debilitated. It was morphine, dulling his senses, reaction time,
and mental defenses.

The only thing out of place, that made him know he wasn't really in a
hospital (besides, of course, they way he got to where he was) was a small
silvery-looking sphere suspended from the ceiling in a clear mesh net. It
was slightly smaller around than a basketball, and it was brilliant in the
fluorescent lighting of the room. Had his mind been unclouded by the
morphine he would have been able to discern wave upon wave of mystic energy
emanating off of it, enveloping Alan in a virtual downpour of powerful
heavenly radiation.

Dr. Swindon-Smythe stopped at the alcove just outside the boy's cell
and spoke to the guard and physician outside the door who had been
monitoring the CCTV.

"Any movement?" the archeologist asked.

The guard shook his head.

Swindon-Smythe swiped his keycard through the reader mounted on the wall
near the door and waited for it to click open; he entered, the doctor
trailing him.

"Wake him up," Swindon-Smythe directed.

"First I'll switch him from the straightkacket to the regular
restraints," the doctor said, not waiting for assent to do so.

The doctor retrieved a canister of oxygen and some tubing from the
closet and placed a mask over the semi-unconscious prisoner's face, turning
the valve open to full blast. When he saw this was having effect he
briefly lifted up the mask and waved some smelling salts under Alan's nose.
This did the trick.

"Well, well, well, we meet again, young man."

"You!" Alan groaned softly.

Swindon-Smythe didn't answer; instead, he walked back out into the
alcove and pulled a small rolling cabinet into the cell. From it he pulled
a few small talismans and fetish items of the cult of Ahuramazda, some of
them recently unearthed by teams digging with the financial backing of Lord
Thornbow, others stolen from museums, private collections, and even
government storehouses, over the last few years.

The scientist arrayed the small items around the room in no particular
formation, at least as far as Alan could tell. There really wasn't a
pattern; Swindon-Smythe was just spreading them out around the room to see
if any would react to be being in close proximity to a Seed carrier. He
doubted they would. His walkie talkie crackled from its cradle on his
waist. "Yes, my Lord?"

"The rings. Remove them."

Swindon-Smythe didn't bother to answer; he knew he was being observed
through the camera. He signaled for the doctor to return, and he came in
carrying shears designed to cut off rings, something found in every
hospital emergency room, and something the doctor knew how to use.

SNAP!

"Shite!" the doctor swore.

"What happened?" Swindon-Smythe asked, looking over the doctor's
shoulder.

"The tool just snapped apart. I've never seen something like that
happen before."

"You cut him." The doctor had poked Alan after he lost control of the
shears after they came apart violently; there as a small jagged laceration
on his middle finger, about a two centimeters long, and it was oozing
steadily. It took the doctor just a few minutes to clean the wound and
drop three stitches into Alan's finger. It usually took longer, but since
the boy was on a morphine drip he didn't have to give him a local. The two
men withdrew to the anteroom and Lord Thornbow joined them presently.

The doctor had a small medical saw, the kind used to remove fiberglass
casts, and he said it would take a bit of time to get it down from the
truck and brought to the cell. Lord Thornbow ordered him to proceed, and
the doctor shuffled up the steps to retrieve it.

"Will it prevent us from succeeding if we can't get the rings off of
him?"

"I'm not sure, my Lord. He obviously had the powers when I first met
him at the museum last spring, and that was before he had acquired the
ring, so it's hard to say. We're flying blind with most of this."

Lord Thornbow nodded ruefully. "When the doctor returns tell him not to
bother just yet. Tomorrow, if we still can't remove the rings we'll just
have to cut his fingers off. Begin the interrogation." This was a mistake.



Years of careful planning were coming to fruition for Lord Thornbow.
The acquisition of the abandoned silver mine in southeast Turkey was the
key. It had taken him many years to pull that one off. First, years and
years of study of the ancient legends. The scientific analysis of the
metal had led him there.

He had met Jean-Pierre Massimo at Oxford; he was a young student and
Massimo was a fortyish lecturer. His mother, recently widowed had visited
him from London the same time that his professor's father had been staying
in England, and the two had hit it off. At first he had liked the his new
step-brother, but there was always something about him, an easiness with
which Massimo navigated life's oceans, that was troublesome.

He had taken his course in archeology and became fluent in Arabic
because of it; it was no great surprise that the intelligence services came
calling after him after he had received his degree. Massimo was
disappointed in his choice, hoping his new stepbrother would follow in his
footsteps and lead a major dig or two, but it was not enough to rupture
their relationship seriously.

Twenty years he spent in MI6, though very little of it in the field, and
when he was in the field it was as a "legal" agent, attached to an embassy
or a consulate, covered as a cultural attach� or some such, running agents
and informants. It was in the mid-1970s that his background in antiquities
first came to play in his career. He was well aware of the legend of
Paishiya'uvada, having read some texts on it in university. Most of them
were vague in details.

A few months after he was posted he was in the shopping district,
browsing in his favorite antiquities shop he came upon a scroll. Mustafa,
the proprietor, seeing what he was examining told him that it was probably
worthless, but nonetheless a fine example of a pre-Mohammedan Arabic legend
scroll. His Muslim clientele was mostly uninterested in such things, and
he offered the diplomat a fair price. Thornbow examined it more closely,
and studied the title, "The Scroll of Hyrcanus," and that name rang a bell.
He bought, paying Mustafa two hundered pounds; it was money well spent, as
it turned out.



Alan played the innocent. No, he told Dr. Swindon-Smythe ("Call me
Neil"), he had never heard of Hyrcanus. Jean-Pierre Massimo. Who's he?
Powers? Mind control? Telepathy? Telekinesis? Fairy tales and fantasy.
His inquisitor wasn't buying it.

"Tell me, Alan, where did you get those rings?"

"What rings?" the captive teen asked groggily. No one had ever noticed
them before, except of course Jack Massimo, but he had been a fellow
Vessel.

"The rings on your middle fingers. One on the right, one on the left.
Come now, son, it's me you're talking to. I remember when you stole one of
them from the Met. What interests me now is the other. Where did you get
that one?" Swindon-Smythe gestured to Alan's right hand, indicating the
Ring of Hyrcanus, though he was asking about the ring on the other hand,
the Ring of Cyaxares, the ring Jack had sent him.

"Stole? I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."

Swindon-Smythe sighed and walked to the door of the cell. He stuck his
head through it, said something Alan couldn't hear, and the doctor entered
shortly. Sodium pentathol was injected into the port on the IV, and the
doctor placed an EEG monitor on the table next to the gurney and then began
applying the contacts to Alan's head; he punched some buttons on the IV
pump and the morphine drip was halted.

The doctor and Swindon-Smythe stepped out into the anteroom and waited
for the pentathol to take effect. The debilitating effects of the new
agent was different; he was no longer so weary, though his head became more
fuzzy. As his fatigue lessened he began to be able to make out the waves
coming off of the orb hanging over him. They looked like a disturbance
radiating in a pond when a pebble was thrown into it, the orb being the
pebble. The waves were pale yellow in color, and their frequency was lazy.


He tried to move, and found that he could angle his neck to the side
enough to see his hands. The rings were glowing too, one blue, the other
red, each emitting colored fields which covered their respective hands like
mittens of tinted radiances. The ring which was Massimo's was glowing
brighter, its color field larger and stronger. Alan again tried to use his
powers to release him from his bonds, and he concentrated on the leather
restraint holding his right wrist. He was unsuccessful; he couldn't tell
if it was because of the yellow waves or the drugs. He couldn't
concentrate hard enough to make the buckles release. They twitched a
little, and Alan saw that whenever they did his rings glowed more strongly,
but it wasn't nearly enough to loosen them. After just a few minutes he
was out of breath with effort and his head hit the pillow with moderate
force. His breathing was improving, thanks to the oxygen and cessation of
the morphine, and he took in great draughts of air, building up stamina for
his next attempt.

Swindon-Smythe and the doctor reentered and approached him, the doctor
taking up station at the EEG and Swindon-Smythe on the other side of the
bed.

"Anything?" Swindon-Smythe asked the physician as his colleague
considered the tracings.

"Nothing interesting. Looks like a normal set of brainwaves. If he is
altered in some way, I can't tell."

"Oh well, it was a long shot." Swindon-Smythe gently patted Alan on his
cheek to get his attention. "The rings. We were talking about the rings."

"Water," Alan croaked. "Please."

Swindon-Smythe held a cup up to Alan's mouth and allowed him a couple of
sips.

"Tell me about the rings."

"Rings?" Alan said numbly, not trying to dissemble. His mind was fogged
by the various drugs coursing through his system.

Swindon-Smythe placed his hand on the top of Alan's head and turned him
so his right hand was straight in his view, paused for a few seconds and
then rotated his head to the other direction so Alan could view his other
hand. Alan saw the rings, but was more attentive to the glowing aura each
one was emitting. Massimo's ring was glowing even brighter now, the
luminescent field edging closer to the surface of the shimmering surface of
the silver orb suspended above the gurney.

"You stole one of them from the Museum. I was there. I opened the case
for you. Do you remember?"

"Yessss," Alan answered, sounding a bit drunk. "Museum," he mumbled.
"Case." The drugs were working now.

"Now we're finally getting somewhere," Swindon-Smythe thought to
himself. He looked up at the camera in the corner of the cell and nodded.

"Tell me about Paishiya'uvada," he put to Alan.

"Seeds," Alan mumbled. "Seeds of Paishiya'uvada. There used to be
seven. Five now. No, four." The aura of Massimo's ring was millimeters
from reaching the orb.

"What is the Seed?"

"Power. Hyrcanus was the son of Devaryesh. Used power of Seed to
defeat his Uncle Smerdis who had taken throne from, from Devaryesh.
Devaryesh had Hyrcanus killed because he had the power. Used orb," Alan
explained languidly, his eyes shifting to take in the sight of the orb
suspended above him, and saw Swindon-Smythe follow his gaze. "Used orb and
chalice of Ahurmazada--"

"You mean 'Ahuramazda,' don't you?"

"Whatever." The aura from Jack's ring was slowly enveloping the silver
sphere and the waves radiating off of it were losing strength and
frequency. Alan could feel himself recuperating, though he knew somehow the
process would be a slow one. "Hyrcanus had a servant. As he died he gave
Seed to him. Ko'un-Zir. Kanteer. Ko'un-Zir had Orbis Tertius destroyed.
Made rings for Vessels from metal."

"What is a Vessel?"

"Person who has Seed called Vessel. Vessel of the Seed of
Paishiya'uvada. Please, water."

"And you are a Vessel," Swindon-Smythe said as he held the cup against
the prisoner's lips; it wasn't a question. Alan said nothing, knowing that
by denying his status he would be d, and by confirming it he would
be killed. It startled him to realize that he knew this because he was
reading Swindon-Smythe's thoughts. He was getting better.

They talked for another hour at least, though Alan couldn't be sure how
long, his sense of time adversely affected by the medications. As his
bearings returned slowly he became much less forthcoming with his answers.
At one point the doctor stepped up and injected more pentathol into his IV
port, but Alan was able to counteract it.

Frustrated, Swindon-Smythe picked himself up from his chair and left.
The waves coming from the orb had ceased, choked off by the aura streaming
from Massimo's ring. After he was alone for a few minutes he heard Jack's
voice again.

"Jack?" he said aloud, his voice raspy.

"Don't say anything. There are listening devices in the room. Just
listen."

"OK," Alan whispered.

"I know you're feeling better. I can sense it."

Alan nodded slightly.

"When they give you more drugs you will be able to neutralize the
effect, but you must act to all outward appearances that you are still
dopey. In a few hours," the voice of Jack Massimo said, though it went
silent as the doctor reentered. The doctor looked Alan over, and check to
see that the stitches were holding and the wound showed no sign of
infection. He left.

"In a few hours," the voice went on, picking up from where they had been
interrupted, "You will escape. They are going to cut the rings off your
fingers, and failing that they will amputate them to get the rings. We
cannot let that happen. You wearing my ring is the only thing keeping both
of us alive. Understand?"

"Yes," he mumbled quietly.

"Get some rest. I will help you."

Alan fell asleep. The guard outside his room watched him slumber on the
closed circuit system, reporting to Lord Thornbow every fifteen minutes
that the prisoner was secure.



"It seems to me the matter is simple. The power of the Seed is passed
from one person--Vessel, if you will--to the next at the time of death.
Why don't we just kill him?"

"Neil," Lord Thornbow replied thoughtfully, "What if it's not as simple
as that? What if the Vessel has to pass this on willingly? I understand
the risks are greater by keeping him alive, but if you keep at it he will,
eventually, give us the information we need. Once I know what I need to do
to get his power, the Seed of Paishiya'uvada, we will kill him, and wash
our hands of it."

"Yes, your Lordship," the younger man replied, though not entirely
convinced.

"He's fighting it."

"Yes, I noticed that. I'll talk to the doctor about upping his drugs.
Perhaps we'll try the hallucinogenic therapies if he continues to
stonewall."

"If the doctor agrees. He's the expert with this." Lord Thornbow took
on a pensive cast. "How do you think he's doing it? He can't be using his
abilities, assuming he does indeed have them. If he is a Vessel the orb
should be absorbing his power, right? We do know that much."

Swindon-Smythe, who had fashioned the Fourth Orb himself, and was
justifiably proud of his work, thought it unlikely that Alan Marshall could
be using his powers in such close proximity to it. "I followed the
instructions in the scroll precisely. I used only the silver you provided,
and we double-tested it. It is chemically identical to the small spheres
in the necklaces. I don't see how it could not be functioning."

"Yes, I agree," Lord Thornbow said moodily. "It's been a long day for
me, travel and all. I will see you in the morning, and will expect a
report.

"Goodnight," he said, leaving the study and going upstairs to the
bedroom.

Swindon-Smythe hastily beat his way back to the dungeon.



Alan was feeling better. The doctor was stending next to the bed,
checking the readout on the EEG monitor, and then took his pulse and blood
pressure. He made some notations on the chart and began to leave the room.
He paused at the door, and stood stock still for more than a minute.

Alan was reaching out with his mind, struggling against fatigue and the
aftereffects of his exposure to the orb's radiation. "Stay," he thought,
trying to keep the doctor in control.

"What are you doing," Neil Swindon-Smythe asked the doctor, his voice
testy. "Close that bloody door," he ordered as he approached the entrance
to the cell. Alan's spell was broken.

"Ah, sorry. Just lost in thought," the doctor said as he stepped aside
to allow Neil to enter.

"Go get some coffee, it's been a long night, and we need to stay
focused." The doctor left.

"You're looking better. I see the water has helped. Are you ready to
answer more questions?"

Alan nodded, closing his eyes in concentration. He reached out with a
tendril of thought to probe Neil's mind, asserting the start of some
semblance of control.

"How did you get the Seed you have? How did you become a Vessel?"

"I think you've made a mistake. I only read about this Seed stuff, you
know, in books and stuff. It's a story. A fairy tale. You can't possibly
believe it," Alan said wearily.

"It's a story. A fairy tale. Yes, I don't believe it," Swindon-Smythe
said back, his voice rote.

"Your awfully sorry for bringing me here," Alan Obi-Wan'ed.

"Yes," Swindon-Smythe agreed. "Awfully sorry," he said, nodding, as he
began undoing the restraints. Alan sat up in bed.

"Where did you put my clothes, Neil?"

"Don't know," Neil replied distractedly and truthfully.

"Go find me some."

Swindon-Smythe left the room and made his way upstairs, to his own room
and pulled his suitcase from the closet. While he was gone Alan got out of
bed and removed the surgical tape holding the IV cathter to the crook of
his elbow, and then removed the EEG contacts. Just as he finished he heard
the cell door click open, and he turned, expecting Neil had come back with
some things for him to wear.

"What the FUCK are you doing?" the guard bellowed. He had watched Alan
on the monitor, and wasn't sure something was really wrong until he had
begun to remove the IV and the contact pads. He was standing in the
doorway, his handgun held in a two-handed grip.

Sindon-Smythe stepped between Alan and the guard. "It's all right," he
said calmly. The guard shrugged and put his gun back in his holster. Alan
had the guard get into the bed and Swindon-Smythe attached the restraints
and covered him with the blanket. Alan looked around the room, and saw
noting that would hold the orb, so he stepped out into the anteroom and
poked around until he found a gym bag. It belonged to the guard, and he
brought it back into the cell and emptied the its contets onto the floor of
a closet. The guard was struggling in his bonds, so Alan sent out a
command for him to fall into a deep sleep, and instantly he was still.

The orb was heavy, and it was a bit of a struggle for him to manuver it
into the bag, but Neil helped, and soon it was zipped closed.

"We're going," Alan said tersely to Dr. Swindon-Smythe, and they made
their way up the stairs into the main house. There were two more guards
upstairs, but soon they too were sleeping.

"Where are we?" Alan asked as he started the car. Neil was in the
passenger seat, the bag with the orb in the trunk. It was snowing hard and
windy, the wind making the flakes swirl violently in front of them, and
visibility was low.

"New Jersey. Hunterdon County."

Alan wasn't familiar with the area. Neil told them they were about an
hour and a half from New York, though that was in regular conditions. He
thought it would take longer in the snow, and he was right; I-78 was a
mess. Alan watched the sun come up over the Manhattan skyline as he drove
It took more that two and a half hours before they reached the Holland
Tunnel. Alan drove to Wilkin's office and let himself in, Neil following
closely behind. He locked the archeologist in his office with the steel
door and told him not to touch anything, an order reenforced with the power
of the Seed. Neil laid down on the floor and dozed off. The sun was just
starting to come over the horizon on this Monday morning, and it had been a
long day for him; he was exhausted. Truth be told, the last few weeks had
been just as exhausting, and he was grateful for the chance to rest.

Wilkins showed up a few hours later. Alan explained that he had a
friend staying in his office for the time being, and the lawyer lent Alan
some cash, since his wallet was now burnt up in a Bronx warehouse. Wilkins
agreed to arrange for Alan to get all of the papers and credit cards lost
in the incident replaced, and he and Alan arranged for a more permanent
place to stash Neil Swindon-Smythe. The corporation Alan owned, Cyaxares
LLC., had a number of properties, so that would take care of that.

Alan was still worried, and he still knew next to nothing about the
abductors beyond Neil. When school broke for Christmas they would sit down
for a long together and hopefully Alan would get some information out him.
Also added to his checklist was polwing through Massimo's research notes,
and spending a fixed time each day honing his abilities.

As he hailed a taxi to take him back to campus he saw a slightly
familiar face looking his way from across the street, and it wasn't until
he was paying the cabby that he figured out who it was. The foreign guy
who had asked for directions last night. A shiver crawled up his spine.
He was still being watched.

Karick did not pursue him from the office, figuring that he was headed
back to his college. He would approch him later, and confess all. He had
a strange premonition that Alan Marshall was the only person on the planet
who could keep him alive.
Next Chapter: Training

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