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THE MONK'S POWER How I got there The Monastery Janan Marish's story The Tour Jakeed What Next Marish's Gift Dalark The Omni My memory returns The Master's Death The Monk's Power How I got there As I slowly woke up, several realizations occurred to me at the same time. I was freezing although I was covered with heavy coverings and didn't even have my face exposed to the frigid mountain air. I also hurt all over and knew that my body had been badly damaged somehow. I couldn't feel anything below my waist; which could be bad. That could mean frostbite or something worse. Nor could I move any part of my upper body because of the restrains holding me into my sleeping bag. I could tell that I was being carried on a litter that was supporting my body. I struggled to groan "Where am I?" hoping that someone would hear me through the heavy cover over my face. The cover was pulled briefly from my face and a freezing wind bit at my already frozen body. Bowen's face filled the small opening as he said "Everything is going to be all right, Jesse. We are carrying you back down to a shelter on the lower part of the mountain. You had a nasty fall and it took awhile to get to you, but we got you. Everything is going to be all right now. Just relax. We are taking you down the mountain." Then the sleeping bag cover was pulled back over my face, shutting out most of the bitter Himalayas winter air and blowing snow. I wanted fresh air but knew that my damaged body could not stand much more of that bitter cold. Slowly, I remembered what happened. Although the calendar said it was late summer time, it was permanent winter time where we were. We were climbing the Aldonsia Gap Route which is very high in the Himalayas Mountains. There were seven of us, five Americans, one Englishman, and one German. All of us were experienced climbers, in our own rights. We had each applied and been accepted by the Climbing Leader, Bowen to participate in this seldom climbed route. None of us had ever climbed on the same team before, but we quickly jelled together as the team that we expected to climb the North Face of KR-4, a never before climbed Himalayas mountain face. After arriving in the mountains, we did a couple of small practice climbs and discovered each other's strengths and weakness; before we tackled our objective. Bowen told me that my team strength was that I would go ahead on a difficult climb where someone else would back out. He chose me to be the front man for most of the climb. The one that picks the path. The one that proves that something can be climbed. I was working my way up a very steep ice chimney. I remember telling Bowen that I had to remove my safety rope while I adjusted my backpack, which had a loose strap. I braced myself on a small ice ledge, feeling comfortable with my support. That is, until the ledge collapsed with me on it. I remember falling and bouncing off of the mountain face before I crashed on a snow ledge. I also remember hearing someone scream my name as I fell. I remember nothing else. How I got on this litter is unknown to me. I can only assume that they came down and got me. Where they are taking me, I don't know. I know that my odds of surviving this accident, are not good. I can feel the congestion in my lungs and know that they are filling with fluid which could be the start of pneumonia. I think that I am seriously injured in my lower extremities, which are constantly numb with pain. They should have left me to die while they continued the climb. I am not going to make it and am only slowing them down. Don't get me wrong. I want to live. I want to live badly, but I know when to accept the hand that you have been dealt, when to draw and when to fold. I have drawn against the odds, all of my forty-two years and now it appears that it is time for me to fold. I was the oldest man on the team. Bowen tried to turn me down several times because of my age, but I refused to be turned down and kept bugging him. When he objected that I would be more susceptible to cold and respiratory problems, I found world recognized doctors who documented their opinions on my overall health. Finally, Bowen gave in. After we started the climb, I pushed as hard as I could on everything, to show those young guys that I could still hang in there with the best of them. And now here I am. Being carried down a mountain side on a litter. And I am dying. I want to throw the cover off of me and tell them to leave me. To go on with the climb, but I can't because I still have a strong urge to live. Although I accept death which is my rapidly approaching fate, I don't have to agree with it. The Monastery I feel warmth as I wake up. We are no longer out in open weather because there is none of the constant wind blowing into my sleeping bag. I am not being jostled because I am laying on something that feels like a solid floor. A cold floor, but a floor never less. I must have passed out again. I can faintly hear Bowen talking to someone. "Listen, I must talk to your headman. I don't care if strangers are not permitted here. This is an emergency. You have heat and medical care in this monastery. You must help us with our injured comrade. There is no way that he can survive the rest of the trip down the mountain. It took a serious day of climbing to get here and this is the only shelter for over forty miles." An unknown voice calmly said "Our Master is resting. We cannot disturb his rest. This Monastery is dedicated to our order and for their meditation. Only members of our order are allowed beyond this point. We do not allow non-members inside our walls. You are welcome to spend the night here in this ante-room, but you must leave in the morning and take your comrade with you. We wish him well, but our rules are very strict. We cannot accept him or take care of him." "I don't give a bloody shit about your rules. If you don't help us, I will tear this place apart rock by rock. I will come back with explosives. I will bring newspaper reporters here and destroy your secret place. You will have pictures of your Monastery in the National Inquirer, with details on how you are protecting this place because it is secretly sitting on top of a gold mine. You will have every nut in the world trying to break in here to destroy this peace and solitude that you treasure more than human life. Now get your damn headman down here before we start kicking ass." screamed Bowen. "You don't have to shout or threaten us. I felt someone close by that was dying and came to see what is going on. Let me examine your friend." said a new voice, that was strong despite it's aged trembling sound. "Master, I beg your forgiveness of these strangers. I tried to explain our rules, but they would not listen." said the first monk. "Sometimes, rules have to be bent. Remove your friend's covering and let me examine him." said the Master's voice. Bowen snapped into action as he and the other's started to remove my protective coverings. As they uncovered my face, Bowen saw that I was awake "Hello Jesse, you are in luck. We carried you over to the Harknjia Ridge, where we were able to get down to the old Buddhist Monastery. We thought it would be abandoned but we found these monks here. Now, don't worry because everything is going to be all right. They just don't realize that they are going to help us yet." he said, trying to lie to me about my real condition. An old man leaned over me and said quietly "Every night when I go to sleep, I pray that death will come for me during the night. I accept death as being natural and will be ready to go when it is my time. I feel that you are near death and also accept it with the same calm that I do. You have an inner strength that I can feel. I will help you as I can. I will examine you and tell you what I can do or cannot do. Do you put yourself in my hand and accept my limited medical ability?" I groaned as I felt my trousers pulled off "Yes. I trust you." Then I continued "Bowen, you should have left me on the mountain. No matter what, I want you to continue the climb." "Shut up and save your strength." he replied as he helped strip me. I was quickly undressed so that the old man could examine me. I couldn't tell what he was doing to me below the waist because I couldn't feel anything. Then he said "Your friend will surely die if you try to move him to someplace else. Therefore, I will accept the responsibility for his welfare. We will take him into our Monastery and try to nurse him back to health, until such time as he can leave here. I do not promise that he will live because his backbone is broken, he has frostbite on his feet, legs, and hands. If he lives, he will probably lose some of his legs and hands. The broken backbone will take time to heal and he will probably never have control over his lower body again. I am not sure that he will live move than a couple of days but if he does, we will take care of him. I cannot permit the rest of your group to stay here more than one night. You are welcome to stay here in our semi-sheltered outer chamber for the night, but you must leave tomorrow morning." Bowen quietly asked "Is there any way to get him off the mountain?" The Master replied "He is too weak and may be bleeding internally. We will do our best. He is a strong man and has a strong spirit. I hate to see anyone with that strong a spirit die before his time. I will do everything within my power to help him survive, but I cannot promise miracles. If he is still with us in the springtime, we will get him off of the mountain." Bowen leaned over me and said "Jesse, I won't lie to you. You are hurt really bad. Your only chance is to stay here and to let them treat you. If you want, I will try to get you off of the mountain or will leave you here. What do you want to do?" "Leave me. I trust the old man. I feel that we are kindred spirits. I would rather die here and now, then to freeze on the trail, knowing that you are risking death for yourself and our comrades trying to save me. Go, my friend. I filled out the appropriate papers before we started, just as you did. I knew the risk and accepted it. Now get the hell out of here and make that climb. If you find something that has not been named yet, put my name on it." I said. Bowen tried to smile. A couple of monks picked up my stretcher as the Master said "I must start my work now if I have any opportunity to save him. I will have my followers bring you food and other supplies. Rest tonight and in the morning, go with God or whatever you believe in." A door opened and they carried me into the inner walls of the monastery. I heard the big door slam and bolt shut behind us. Then my carriers walked through a couple more big solid doors. Then I was carried upstairs to a warm room. Another man entered the room and said "I understand that you want to attempt the re-birth ceremony. Do you think that is wise with your current medical problems?" The Master said "My own rapidly declining health is not a concern. If I die because of this, then you are in charge until a new Master is selected. I trust your judgment. You will make a good temporary Master, Ali. If only you had not been born a foreigner, you would be my first choice to succeed me." The Master held my hand and I could not feel his flesh through my damaged frostbite skin and nerves. He said quietly "This is an religious order founded on some very old beliefs and traditions. We have age-old secrets where I can save you but I can't save your body. Your friends will be told in the morning that you did not survive the night. We will show them your dead body and they will leave, satisfied that they did everything to save you. Now, my friend, what is your name?" "Jesse. Jesse Brown. I am from Nebraska." I replied, knowing that what he had told me was the truth. The old man said "Your body is badly damaged. You have internal bleeding from the fall. You have frostbite on your extremities from the cold. Your backbone is broken. The skill to heal your body, does not exist on this planet. However, there are other options. But you have to make the decision. I cannot and will not make it for you. Using my order's secrets, I will offer you a new life. But it is not life as you know it now. You will become a new person. You will become a member of my Monastery, to serve me and my monks. You will learn our religious beliefs and will participate in our ceremonies. You will have no status here, except what I or my replacement offer you in line with our religious order. Your body is dead. You will be given a new body. A good body in excellent health. You will be taught how to maintain that body and how to use that body for our order's purposes. Jesse Brown will die and from his ashes, will rise a new person, with those memories. You can never discuss your previous life with anyone. Not even people within our order. The person that you will become, will be a lowly member of our order whose destiny is to serve our order as decreed by our rules. You will be subject to our rules for the rest of that body's natural life." He paused as he coughed, then continued "I cannot and will not tell you more. Before I ask for your answer, you should know that sometimes death is better than living. While you will be alive, you will be at the bottom of our social order. Do you accept my offer to save your soul?" I knew my choices were slim. Being a gambler all of my life, it was easy to make up my mind. I replied "Where do I sign? Yes, I accept." The old man said "Your verbal acceptance of the conditions is all that I need. Bring up the remains of Janan." His followers left the room and he put his warm hand on my forehead as he softly said "Now, it is time for you to sleep. Sleep well, my friend." Janan I wake up slowly. I felt very different, but I could not decide what felt different. I waited for a moment, and then try to get up. I have a splitting headache. I can't move because I am still tied down. I quickly remember why I am tied down. I remember Bowen carrying me off the mountain and bringing me to a Monastery. As I tried to remember what happened next, a voice said "You can open your eyes. I will release your bonds in a moment when your headache clears up. How do you feel?" "I have the worst headache that I have ever had." I groaned. My voice sounded funny. I opened my eyes and saw Ali sitting beside me. He said "Your friends think that you died. We showed them your body and they held a little ceremony for you before they returned to the mountain. They will not come back looking for you." I tried to sit up and Ali comes over to remove my restraints. As I slowly sit up, I recognize that I feel different for some unknown reason. I look at myself through my headache fog and see that my chest has changed. There were two very large breasts jutting out from my naked chest. I have boobs. As I move my legs out from under the covers, I also feel different in more ways. My legs reached the edge of the bed, and I turned to sit up. Immediately, I could feel a strange new motion on my chest and back. I could feel the extra weight of breasts, and a brushing against my back from long hair. The more I sat up, the greater the weight felt against my chest. It was a strange pulling against me as I stood up, and I paused. Without going further, I could feel hair resting against my back, and motion in my chest. I turned slowly, feeling the strange unfamiliar sensation of the boobs jiggling on my chest, and began to walk toward the mirror. With each step, my new breasts moved so slightly, with a new delightful sensation. I became aroused from the slight jiggle, and a warm sensation spread from my new boobs. The sensations were wonderful, but very different. Instead of the urgency of an erection, I felt a warmth spreading into my abdomen as I walked. As I touched the breasts on my chest, they seemed to be big. But then, never having boobs on my chest before, could make anything feel big. The feeling against my hands was soft, but the return feeling from the breasts themselves was wonderfully soothing. My new nipples felt erect against my palms, as I felt what still seemed to be huge breasts in each hand. I was becoming more aroused. I look up quickly and see in the mirror on the wall, that a young naked girl, with long black hair, is facing toward the mirror. As I move, her image also moves. I am that girl. I am now a young Tibetan girl. I look down at myself beyond the breasts and see a slender female body with a narrow waist and shapely hips. The boobs are definite female boobs, with large nipples and large areolas. I guess that they are about a B-cup size. My pubic area is dark and has a slit that appears to be a vagina. I look up at the mirror again and look at the face. It is a pretty face, dark skinned as the rest of the body. The hair is mid-waist length long and a very shinny black color. I am a woman. I have an attractive, shapely female body. A body with a cunt instead of my familiar cock. I looked at the dark thatch of pubic hair between my legs as my hand slowly moved to my crotch. My fingers explored further within the hair, and located the expected slit. They probed inside, and I felt an electric feeling as my long fingernails touched soft, moist skin inside the outer folds. Everything a woman should have was there, and everything that I was born with, was gone. I felt a very strange, yet wonderful excitement as I touched the moist skin inside the outside folds. I continued exploring my new body, ignoring everything else around me. The sensations raced through me. My arousal increased as I massaged myself more and more. I could feel the tension increase throughout my whole body. The waves of pleasure began to wash over me, and I moaned. A cough brought me back to where I was. I look at Ali as he said "Yes. That is you and that is your new body. Her name was Janan. Her father sold her to us when she was seventeen years old. Her father gave her until she was fifteen to find a husband with a dowry but she rejected everyone that wanted her. When her father arranged a proper mountain marriage for her, she ran away from home. After he found her, he sold her to us, knowing that she would never leave our order. For some reason, she didn't blend in with us. She poisoned herself and died before we could save her. We saved her body, planning on using it during one of our future ceremonies, to punish one of our wayward members and to add emphasis to our strict discipline. But you showed up. Your body was almost dead but the Master was able to transfer your soul and memories into her body before your old body died. Now you are Janan. You will live the rest of your life, as her, serving our order." My headache was quickly clearing up as I tried to stand. I was full of questions. "Why? How?" Ali continued "Our order predates your bible. We have existed here in this Monastery for thousands of years and have developed a strong culture. As you can see, I am not a native. My parents were French tourists and they lost their young six year old son. I wound up here and quickly became one of their most dedicated converts. Over the years, I have worked my way into a position where I control day to day operations for this Monastery. When the Master dies, I will help in the selection of the new Master, but will never be eligible to become the Master myself, because of my foreign birth. Our order has two main goals. Goal number one is for our culture to survive. Therefore, we do not let outsiders come in and contaminate our society. Goal number two is to serve our God. Most cultures try to reverse those goals but we believe that our society has to survive first before our religion can survive. Being monks, we do not marry and raise families. We long ago discovered the problems that in-breeding can cause, so we frequently add new people to our society; but in such a manner that it does not impact our culture. They start at the bottom of our society, but we allow their children to take their rightful place in our society. Janan was bought from her father, to be a servant for our order, and to bring in new breeding characteristics that we need. She was selected to fulfill the role that we expect all women to play in our society. She was to provide sexual relief for any of our monks and to bear us male children to maintain our dying society. You are now Janan and will continue the life that she was destined to live." "Wait a minute" I replied "You can't treat me like this. This is 1995 and I am an American. I demand to see the American Ambassador. Slavery is not permitted in this country. I thank you for saving my life, but I refuse to become a breeding cow for you and your monks. Aren't monks supposed to be celibate anyway?" Ali quietly replied "American? Funny, but you don't look American. The American Ambassador is quite aware that some of my countrymen would do or say anything to gain American citizenship. I don't think that he will believe you. But enough of that, my job is to make everything run smoothly here. I understand your frustrations and have dealt with it before. You are not the first person that I have assisted in a transformation. Therefore, I will tolerate your bad manners for the rest of the day and not punish you today. When you get up tomorrow, you will behave as expected or receive the consequences. After all, we did this at your request. You volunteered and gave your acceptance to our terms." "I didn't know what your terms really meant or that I would be turned into a woman." I said. Then I quickly changed my tone and said "Listen, I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot. You saved my life and I am grateful for that. But I don't know about this life as a woman and being a breeding receptacle thing. I need some time and need to think things out. Everything is moving so fast and I have never been in a situation like this before." Ali said "I understand. That is why I tolerated your insubordinate attitude today. I will not tolerate it tomorrow. You do not know anything about us. You do not understand that I hold life and death or a fate worse than death over you. So I am prepared to offer you a small sample of my power." He held his ring up and rubbed it's blood-red stone. My head started bursting with pain. My lungs were burning and I couldn't get any air into them. I fell to the floor gasping and my body shaking with pain. Almost as quick as the pain hit me, it went away. As I laid in the floor, Ali said "I can do that anytime, at any distance. That was only five seconds. Starting tomorrow, anytime that you do not play the role required of Janan, you will get a pain dose. Everytime, I have to punish you, I will double your punishment time. When it gets to be a minute, then I will add one minute to what ever punishment you received before. I have never had to give anyone more than five minutes of punishment. Their body refuses to obey their mind when it gets that rough. Now, what is your name?" I looked up through my tears and said "Jesse." He shook his head to disagree with me as he rubbed his ring again. My body jerked with the sudden and very intense pain. It felt as if I was exploding from the inside out. After what felt like an extremely long couple of seconds, he said "Five seconds worth of pain but I am sure that you thought it was closer to a minute. Would you like to try for ten seconds? What is your name?" I looked up and mumbled "My friends call me Jesse but you can call me Janan." He laughed out loud and said "Very good. You might just make a very viable asset around here. I look forward to giving you the opportunity to carry my child. Marish, come here." A woman entered the room. She was Tibetan and looked to be about forty years old, although she was in good shape for a middle aged Tibetan woman. When she entered the room, she bowed her head to Ali. Ali ordered "This is our new woman. She needs to learn how to be responsive to our needs and to learn her place in our society. Her name is Janan. You are charged with teaching her how to be a woman and to accept her place in our society. Let her train on some of our novice monks. When I call for her in a week, I want her to be a woman and to be ready to serve me. Take her with you." She nodded and bowed her head. Then she looked at me as she motioned for me to follow her. I stood up feeling still weak from the pain. As she walked out of the door, I started to follow her. Ali said "One more thing, Jesse." I stopped and turned to see what else he had to say. He just shook his head and said "You should have kept walking because I was addressing someone named Jesse. You are Janan and should always remember that. Tough but you have to learn." And he touched his ring again. I fell to the floor as I exploded again. This time, I threw up on myself and rolled in my vomit. When he stopped, he only said "Twenty seconds. Do you think that you can survive five whole minutes of this? See you next week, my pretty Janan. Marish, have someone come clean up the mess that my new woman made." Marish helped me to my feet and led me down the hall. I was still weak from that last burst of pain and knew that I was a mess. I was walking down the hall naked with my vomit smeared on my female body. Marish quietly said "You must do as they say. You must learn quickly. Forget about your past life and become one of us. There is no escape. There is only pain which you cannot stand. Once you learn the rules and obey them, life is easy and pleasant." I replied "Never. I will never bend to his will. I will find someway to escape." Without warning, the pain struck again. I screamed with the agony. It felt as if my body was on fire and my brain was exploding. When the pain ceased, I was lying on the floor rolling in more puke as she quietly said "For the rest of your life, you must not talk or think about escape or any form of rebellion. Your body will not tolerate it. Your body is under their control. If you keep doing this, your body will take over complete control and you will become a zombie. You will hear and see everything going on, but you have no control over your body. Believe me, it is better to be in control of your body than to live that death. Once, they let me live in that world for a year. They released me when I promised to cooperate and I have cooperated ever since then. I have no desire to impose that punishment upon myself again. Save yourself some punishment and become who they want you to be." Marish's story She helped me get to a bathroom so I could rinse myself off. I walked slowly to the bathroom, feeling a wide variety of sensations. Not only was my body still suffering from the effects of the pain, but it was feeling weird. How do you explain, how the sudden jiggle of a boob feels, when there has never been a boob before? Another weird feeling was knowing that I was smaller. Not only was I shorter, but I was slender now. And all this long black hair hanging from my head, halfway down my back, ticking me with every step. We passed a couple of people in the hallway but they did not pay any attention to me as if they saw strange, naked women, covered with vomit every day. Marish started a hot shower. After I got in the shower, there was another new sensation of the warm water hitting my breasts. That strange feeling not only felt wonderful, but it also aroused me. My hands began to explore my new body. As I looked at my wet breasts, I realized that they were not really that big, but only looked big because the breasts were normal breasts on a small body. As I touched them, the nipples immediately became erect, causing a warm feeling to began circulating through my crotch. My hands immediately dropped to my crotch, and began to rub my clit. My arousal was immediate. I continued rubbing myself and quickly climaxed. What a feeling! It was great! It seemed that I was almost continually excited by the new sensations I felt. I let the water play over my long hair, and then washed it thoroughly, knowing that Marish was waiting on me. As I washed myself, I could not keep from rubbing between my legs, to the point that I experienced another overwhelming orgasm. Before I started masturbating myself again, I dried myself, and then realized the difficulty of drying the long hair. Marish was waiting and helped me to brush the hair. Once dried, I began looking through the feminine clothes that Marish had waiting on me. The first thing she handed me was a bra. It was a 34B, which seemed very tight over my new breasts. I changed into my new underclothes and looked at myself again in the mirror. The black hair set off my face. My dark eyes stood out. There was no mistaking that I was a real woman or that this body was not a native born typical American body. Ali was right, when he said that the American Ambassador would not believe me. Because I found it difficult to believe myself, knowing that it really happened to me. Then she gave me a clean robe and led me to a room, where she said "This is to be your room. It will be kept clean at all times. Breakfast is at 4 am unless you are serving a priest or higher. You will cleanse yourself upon awaking and again before evening prayers. You will have three robes and must change robes everytime that you bathe. What do you know about our order?" "Nothing. Not a damn thing except that I want out of here." I said. Then I jerked as my body convulsed with a quick brush of pain again. Marish smiled as she said "You must learn to think positive thoughts about the order if you want to avoid pain. Well, let me tell you the basics. The order's name is Yannnih. This order has been in existence for over ten thousand years. There are seven Monasteries within the various Asian mountains, with each having their own Master. There are seven layers of Monks at each monastery, with the Master being highest. Next is the Omni and Ali is our Omni. Next is the Priests, who wear a red sash on their robe and there can only be seven at any site. Next is the Aashieria and they wear the blue sash. We have forty two of them now. And then there are three layers of monks. The highest level monk wears a white sash, next wears a black sash and the lowest level does not wear a sash. There are three hundred and eighty five monks here at our site. Our total male population is about four hundred and thirty. Our branch of the Yannnih is composed of four levels of women. I am one of the seven elders. You can tell the elders by our gold rings. Under us are thirty-two different women, including you. You are the lowest level and will only advance after you have borne one child by a Priest or higher. Everytime that you bear a male child by a Priest, you will advance one level until an opening is available in the Elders. All women have the same jobs, which are to take care of the men and to take care of the children. There is an underground children's area where the children live until they turn fourteen, at which time they become the lowest level of monk and leave their area for the first time." "How many children live there?" I asked. "There are currently ninety-two children. We should add three more within the next sixty days. You can only have sex when a Priest directs that someone is to be rewarded. The Elder will give you a pill to take before you have sex. The pill is used to control child-birth. Sometimes, we give a pill that will ensure that you get pregnant from that coupling. Most of the time, the pill ensures that you don't get pregnant. When you are directed to give sex to someone, you will do it happily and make it a very enjoyable experience for the recipient. You are given as a reward, so the sex has to be pleasurable. When you were a man, did you ever have any homosexual experiences?" she asked. "No. Never." I replied. "Too bad. It would make it easier for you to learn how to satisfy a man and to adapt to being in a woman's body. Being able to give a satisfactory blow job is a mandatory requirement for each sex assignment and some of our monks like to use your ass. So, we will have to start you on a very basic training course of how to have sex with a man. Normally sex is only permitted after the evening prayers and as a reward for practicing our doctrine, but I will have to arrange some daytime sessions to get you trained prior to returning you to the Omni." "I can't do that. I know that I am in a woman's body but I can't have sex with a man." I said quietly but firmly, waiting for the jolt that never came for some reason. "Yes, you can and will." she replied firmly. "I and several of the other women, know how you feel at this moment. About two thirds of the women that you will meet here, were not born in the body that they currently own. You see, I was also born a male child and was destined to be a monk here. I was a black level sash monk that was scheduled to get my white level sash. I got cocky and questioned some basic tenants. I was given the correct answer that they wanted, yet I still re-questioned the concepts even after being given extra guidance. Instead of learning, I challenged the leadership and tried to form my own group to challenge Ali; who was the same as me at that time. For my punishment, I was converted into the body that you see now, as punishment for my rebellion and guidance for other monks. I had to learn how to suck the cocks of monks that used to take orders from me. As a woman, I lost all friendships and position. I rebelled again and they turned my body into a zombie. I could not move a finger or any part of my body as I desired for a year. My body walked, moved, ate, used the bathroom, and other natural functions of it's own accord. It had sex as directed. We have one sister that has another three months left on her punishment that I will introduce you to. She will be offered the opportunity to re-join us. If she refuses, she will stay that way for five years and will be given one last time. If she refuses again, she will remain that way until her body dies. Or we will find someone else to put into her body. By the way, do you understand everything that I have said?" "Yes." I replied. "We have been speaking only the native Tibet language since you woke up. Thanks to the Omni's ring, Tibet is now your natural language that you speak and think in. You can still speak English, but you will have to think about what you are saying and your English speech will have an accent based upon your Tibetan pronunciation. With that new female body and language change, no one will ever recognize you as the former Jesse Brown." The Tour Marish showed me how to brush my hair after it dried and how to wear it during the day. Then she gave me a pair of slippers and took me on a tour. She showed me the kitchen and the dinning room. Women served the men and I could only eat with the men, if a Priest requested it. After they ate, the women would eat. Because I was new, my duties would be to wash dishes until I developed a higher skill level. She showed me the bathing area, the monks quarters and then we walked into the children's area. I was shocked by the children's area. Instead of a Kiddy Korner type playground, all of the boy children were sitting at desks, practicing reading and writing. There was no noise because everyone was busy. Marish said quietly "Our children are taught early to be productive and to concentrate on their studies. Playing is not permitted." As I watched them study, something weird dawned on me. I said "There are no female children." Marish whispered "Most children born here are males. What few female children are born, are kept on the lowest level until they reach puberty and expected to work in the laundry and heating plant. After puberty, if they are lucky, they will stay down there. The better looking women move up here and are frequently used to provide bodies to punish monks. When a female gets too old to serve the monks, she either dies or works in the lower levels, taking care of the little female children. My own mother died down there three years ago. I expect to die there also, when it is my turn. When I am no longer desired by the Master." As we walked back through the Monastery, a black sash monk approached us. He looked at me and said to Marish "This is the new one. She has a lot to learn. I requested permission to become her first instructor. Hakaka concurs with my request. After the lunch meal, I will be in my quarters." He turned and walked away. Marish said "He has the potential to become a Master someday. I am very proud of him. He was the first child that I bore. He is also excellent in bed. He frequently requests my service." I stopped and looked at her. Then I slowly said "He is your child and you fuck him as if he was a stranger." She frowned and quietly replied "We live by different rules in here. I know that I am only a woman now. In our order, motherhood stops when the milk stops flowing. We do not maintain attachment to our children nor they to us. I consider myself very fortunate that he likes to have sex with me because he is a good lover. I prefer to have sex with him rather than some other monks here, for that reason. Our pregnancy cycle is one baby every eighteen months. Except for two months around the birth, you are expected to have sex as directed. There is only one woman for every twelve monks. The higher priests have sex almost every night, while the lower monks have sex only about once every three months. Jakeed has been working hard and could have been rewarded with anyone here You are very lucky to have him request you. Come with me. I want to show you something." We walked back to the women's quarters. She entered a room. Sitting on a bed was a woman that was staring straight ahead at the wall. As we entered the room, Marish said "This is Janarak. She has lost control of her body. Her body knows when to eat and how to eat. Her body knows where the bathroom is. Her body knows how to receive or give sex as ordered. Daily, one of the Elders will lead her to the room where she will spend the night with a monk. We return for her in the morning and take her back to her room, where she stares at the prayer stand until she has to go to the bathroom or kitchen. Watch her eyes." Then she said "Janarak, this is Marish. I give you control of your eyes." Her eyes went from the dull glazed look to dark flashing eyes. Although her face was still staring at the wall, her eyes turned to glare at us. Then Marish said "I take back that control." Janarak's eyes glazed over again and returned focused on the prayer stand. Marish said "Stand and undress." The woman stood and let her robe fall to the floor. She had a beautiful body. Marish instructed "You spent the night with Hakaka last night. What did you do?" She slowly replied. "I undressed when he requested it. He had me lay on his face and hunch him as he tongued me. Then he had me suck him dry. Then I laid on my back and he fucked me." "What did you say?" she continued. "I responded to his every question. He wanted me to moan a lot and to breath hard when my body experienced an orgasm. He wanted me to tell him how big his cock was and how good he was." she said. "Did you have an orgasm?" she next asked. "My body had four." she replied. Marish looked at me and then said "Dress and continue your mediation." As we walked out into the hall, she said "Every woman here is under different levels of control of the Omni's bloodstone. He can do that to any of us. The pain that you experienced is mild compared to her punishment. I suggest that you quickly forget your past life and become what is required of us. You are now a woman, whose only purpose on Earth, is to serve the men of this monastery. To bear their children and to take care of them while they work on their studies. You have a beautiful body that has been given to you. You will be much in demand by the men. Now, I have to do my work. Report to your kitchen duties. When you are dismissed after the last meal, return to your room and clean your body. I will come by, examine you, and take you to the room where you will have sex tonight." "What if I refuse to have sex?" "You won't. Believe me, you will not refuse." She turned and walked away, knowing that I had no choice but to do as she directed. I slowly walked to the kitchen. As I walked, I ran into several monks and could now tell their level and rank. I quickly discovered that I was supposed to step aside and let them have the right of ways. Most of them ignored me except to look at me, knowing that I was the new woman. In the kitchen, I was assigned the dish washing job, relieving a fat girl whose name was Dalark. At lunch time, I was given a tray and told to carry milk to every table. As the dining room filled up, I saw a lot of what Marish had told me about. The men ate alone, except for a couple of women who ate with them and laughed as they talked. The other women got their own meals and then returned to their job assignments, leaving Dalark and myself to clean up the dinning room. As we worked Dalark said "I have been here two weeks and have been ordered to eat quarter rations until my body is the correct shape. I was working as a do- anything-for-a-dollar camp girl for tourists when I woke up and found myself here. Have you tried to escape yet?" "No, but I plan to try tonight." I said. Then the pain hit me again. I dropped my plates that I was carrying and fell to the floor as I jerked in pain. The cook struck her head out, saw what was happening and laughed at my misery. When it quit and I could stand again, Dalark said "The same thing happens to me. If you say or do anything that is against their rules, you get punished. But you can think it. It is almost as if something is watching and listening to us at all times. Say something about how you want to have sex with one of the monks and watch the difference." I looked at her very uneasy. I didn't like the feeling that every time that I opened my mouth, I got electrocuted. I very carefully phrased my words "I can't wait to have sex with a Priest. I want to have a priest's big cock in my pussy." It worked. I felt a sexual warmth flow through my body. My breasts were tingling and I almost staggered as I felt a warm, intense wet sensation inside me. Dalark said "Yeah, I do the same. When I rebel, I explode inside. When I play their game, I get rewarded with good sensations. In the two weeks that I have been here, my body has learned to jump into bed with them. My body has changed to have an very active libido." As we cleaned the dinning room, we talked. She was nineteen and had one child somewhere out in the mountains. She had never married and worked as cooks, bearers or prostitute for the tourists coming to the mountain. Since coming here, she had sex every night and had lost almost ten pounds. She was happy here because she didn't have to worry about where her next meal was coming from and she liked having sex with a different man every night. Her only concern was her baby that relatives were taking care of. She was very aware that I had been a man only yesterday and wanted to know what it was like. Did I enjoy sex more as a woman? I had to tell her that I didn't know because this was my first day as a woman and she laughed about what I had to look forward to when I presented myself to my first man tonight. Jakeed When I finished work, I headed to the bathroom to prepare for my first sex as a woman. Does that mean that I am a virgin? The bathroom had multiple shower stalls. I grabbed the soap, and adjusted the spray so it was like needles pounding down on me, hot and sharp. I stepped right into the middle of it and closed my eyes and just savored the feel of the water sluicing over my flesh. The hot water pounding against my body felt good and it would have been easy to just stay in, enjoying the sheer, sensual pleasure of it. I worked some shampoo into a thick lather in my thick, dark hair, then stepped back into the spray and let the water pound the soap out. Then I stepped out of the spay again and grabbed the big bar of soap from the soap dish. I worked it into a thick lather all over my skin and savored the slick firmness of my own body. I tried to grab my nipples, but the soap made my fingers slip off them, and I did it over and over again, simply because it felt so good. Naturally, one thing led to another. In moments, I was leaning back against the wall with the spray adjusted to hit my pussy. Instinctively I opened my legs, letting the spray tease my sensitive but protective clitoris hood. Although that felt fantastic, some aged old feminine impulse was directing me to instinctively use my fingers to spread my pussy lips. As the spray hit my clitoris, I shuddered; unable to keep my body from spasming from the pleasure wave that simple motion rammed through my body. Within seconds, I was so close to cumming that I wanted to scream. But as wonderful as that felt, it was still almost unbearable. I don't know how I found the strength to slip one finger inside my pussy to see how far I could go; but somehow I did it. The position was just the slightest bit uncomfortable, but the good feeling more than made up for that. I was right on the verge of cumming when the curtain was pulled back. Dalark said "Marish told me to make sure that you are clean." as she stepped into the shower with me, looking at me with a knowing smile on her face. I felt so sick from being caught masturbating that I was afraid that I would throw up. She turned around and shut the shower curtain as she held a washcloth up. "I am supposed to help you learn how to clean your sexual organs. I know that sometimes, it is very easy to get carried away. If I embarrassed you, then I apologize. I am only following my orders." I removed my fingers slowly, wishing that I had the nerve to take her by the hand; to let her use her fingers on me as I had been using my own fingers. After a couple of moments, she turned back around and whispered "It's all right to do that. If only we had time..." leaving her statement unfinished as she handed me soap and washcloth. The rest of the shower was uneventful as she helped me clean myself. Then she handed me a nozzle connected to a tube and bag. Under her very explicit direction, I learned how to douche myself so that I would be clean inside. Then how to give myself an enema, so that my ass could also be used. After we finished cleaning ourselves; we stepped out into the common area to dry ourselves. As we were drying, I met some of the other women as they also prepared themselves for their night's schedule. She went back to my room with me, talking to me as if we had been best friends all of our lives. In my room, she had me sit down as she helped me brush my hair so that it looked pretty. Before I put my robe on, I asked "Does anyone wear a bra here?" She giggled as she exposed her braless shoulder under her robe. "Most women here don't need them. The women have firm, small tits. They aren't like American women who are so big that they sag by the time they are twenty and droop by the time they are thirty. My tits sag now, but I am on a diet and exercise routine that will firm them up. Some of the women here are about bra size 25-A which looks like two mosquitoes bites on some mounds of baby fat. Americans call that bra size training bras. You are built nice. I guess that you have a nineteen-inch waist, twenty-four-inch hips and about a 32-B boobs. You don't want big tits with that little-girl waist and little-girl hips or you would look like a freak. By the way, Marish told me to report to Ali's room tonight. This will be my first time with him." When we were finished preparing ourselves, she showed me to Jakeed's room. I knocked on the door hesitantly. I thought and hoped that he was not there, but he responded "Enter." My course was set, requiring me to enter. My first thought was that his room was only slightly larger than mine, but just as sparsely furnished. Then I saw him. He was sitting naked and cross-legged on a mat. I stood in the open doorway while I admired his nice lean build, with a washboard belly. He looked up at me with a silly smile; knowing full well that his stiff cock stood up very prominent upon his very naked body. He said "My skin is dry from the dry heat. Remove your robe and put this lotion on me." Looking at his cock, all of my self-resolve to explore the fantastic capabilities of this body, immediately departed. Faintly, I heard my voice say "No." Without warning, my legs collapsed causing me to fall to the hard floor; where I rolled in pain as the unseen force pounded my sensitive body. After a couple of seconds of very severe pain, the force quit. While I laid on the floor recovering my breath, he said "You know that I am not doing anything to you or causing this. You are the one doing this to yourself by resisting my desires. What is your answer?" I looked at him with anger because of what had just happened to me. I took my anger out, using him as an escape valve as I grunted "Never." The next ten seconds were very miserable. I almost wished that I could die. When the pain ceased, I was wet with sweat from my exertions. He only looked at me and asked again "I don't enjoy seeing you do this to yourself. What is your answer?" Before I could respond, my body jerked as I twisted and screamed from the pain striking me again. As soon as I started screaming this time, my vocal cords shut down so all I could release, was a silent scream. When the pain quit as suddenly as it started, he asked "What is your answer?" I laid there for at least ten seconds, not breathing, not moving, not speaking. Then, knowing when to fight and when to surrender, I stood slowly, took my robe off as I stood naked in front of him. His face which had been expressionless up to now, showed a slight smile as his eyes left my face. I could feel his eyes travel up and down my body. When he was finished evaluating my body, he held up a small bottom of lotion. "I do not know how it is occurring, but we are being observed somehow. We both have to do things that we would prefer not to do at this time. Do we make it easy on ourselves and enjoy what we must do? Or do we fight it?" I knew the answer. There was only one answer. In response to his question, I took the lotion from him, slowly removing the cap as his eyes ignored my hands, concentrating upon my dark patch of pubic hair. As I poured the oil in my hand, it felt warm and smelled wonderful. Walking around behind him, so that he was not staring at my naked body; I poured some of the luscious feeling lotion on the middle of his back. As it slowly rolled down between his shoulder blades, my hand cautiously touched his skin; then firmly rubbed it on his back in an circle motion. "Face me and put it on my chest." he murmured, knowing that I did not want to do that; but had to do whatever he requested. Slowly, I walked back around until I was directly in front of him before I got down on my knees in front of him. I tried to ignore his staring at my jiggling boobs as I slowly rubbed the lotion on his chest. "Lower." he commanded His voice indicated that he clearly was the leader. From his authoritative tone, I could tell that he liked being in control of me. I froze for a moment, then the thought of the intense pain was the incentive to put some more oil in my hand. As I reached for his chest, his hand redirected my hand lower on his body. Much lower than I liked. As he positioned my hand on his lower abdomen, I decided that I had two choices. I could capitulate and comply like a whipped dog. Would whipped pussy be a better choice of words? Or I could learn to fight the battle on this very new ground, with the potential of losing some battles while winning the war. I know that he doesn't know why a smile replaced my look of disgust, but after I made my decision, everything became so much easier. Without any further hesitation, I started working the oil lower, into the pubic hairs; as if I had been used to lubricating men's cocks all of my life. The bold and decisive man bit his lip as he leaned back, exposing himself more to my touch. I knew that the position that he chose, using his arms to brace himself, was chosen because it made his cock stick straight up. Putting a generous dollop of oil on my hand, I decided to touch him before I allowed myself the opportunity to back out. His breathing became noticeably louder as I lightly rubbed the oil on the hard cock. "That feels so good and I enjoy your hands. We have all night. Continue with the rest of my body." he said as he rolled over. Now that I had allowed myself to touch him, it did not seem as bad to be doing what I was doing. Following his instructions, I started at his ankles, working my way up his legs. I could feel him tense up as I kneaded his taut muscles, knowing that he was enjoying my manipulation. His legs parted when I reached his knees and the higher my hands went on the insides of his thighs, the harder his cock became. I rubbed the lotion around his cock, knowing that I could only tease him for so long before I would have to make the ultimate sacrifice. We were staring each other in the eyes and I saw a glazed look in his eyes just a couple of seconds before he took my hand to guide it where he wanted it. He firmly placed my fingers on his cock. His cock was so stiff, it was almost bouncing off his belly in rhythm with his breathing. I really looked at it, then for the first time. While I had a limited knowledge of cocks, I assumed that it was a nice cock. It was only about five or six inches long and average thick; thank god. If it had been a foot long, I would probably have run away in fright. I quickly discovered that the soft hair around the base of his cock tickled. His balls looked as hard and tight as his cock, which surprised me. I gripped his dick lightly, because it was the first time I ever touched another man's penis, much less touching a hard, naked penis; other than my own. I felt a little sizzle of excitement run through me, as my body responded to my acceptance of touching him. As I massaged his cock, my breasts started tingling followed by that now familiar warm, wet sensation between my legs again. Dalark's comment on how they conditioned us to enjoy sex with them, echoed through my mind. My female body was definitely responding to this and causing my male brain to enjoy it. "Mmmmmm yes, keep it slow like that" he said. I continued stroking his swollen cock, watching the way that he now allowed me to do whatever I wanted to do to him. The way that he spread his legs and let me squeeze his most sensitive body parts, made me feel strange. But I didn't have time to analyze it, because it wasn't more than thirty seconds before he was groaning and his hips were moving. Another thirty seconds and he stopped as his cock exploded a wet mass of jism that rolled down his cock and my hand. "You are not going to get by that easy on your first time," he said soothingly. "I liked that," I said. "Did you like it? No, don't answer because I don't want to see you in pain again. I like to have someone jerk me off every once in awhile as we talk about fucking. When I was living on the children's side, I used to think about what it would be like to fuck Marish, who I knew gave birth to me. I would lie there in my bed and jerk myself off. So the first time that we had sex, I had her jerk me off. Then I ate her out with my tongue. She was not my first woman, but was my reward for exceptional work." He stared at my tits as he talked. His eyes followed my jiggling boobs as I stroked him, drawn to them as if they were magnets. Then he allowed his hands to wander over my jugs. He was surprisingly gentle the first careful squeezes, as he tested my firmness. I was enjoying his hands caressing me as he began playing with my nipples. "You have real nice tits. You have bigger tits than most women here." he whispered. "The Master likes small titty women, so I must like small titty women also. But someday when I am Master, I will have some larger boobed women to see what they taste and feel like." I stroked my hand up and down his cock quickly a couple of times, then stopped as he said "I want to suck your pussy while you kiss my cock. After you feel my tongue inside you, I think that you will want to suck me as much as I want to suck you." He rolled over and lay back on the rug. I hesitated just a second remembering my reluctance only minutes ago to even touch him. Now I couldn't get close enough to him. I wanted him. My sex hungry body was driving every emotion and logic that I had. I could feel and see his dick throbbing furiously as I climbed over him. He directed me to turn facing his feet. I straddled his chest with my knees so that my legs were quite wide open. I felt his hot breath on my mound and stretched forward till his dick was touching my mouth. He began to kiss and lick my cunt as I gasped and opened my mouth. He hunched his hips up so that suddenly about half of his hard dick was in my mouth. I closed my lips around his dick as he wrapped his hands around my ass. Then I closed my eyes and sucked his cock as if I was sucking for oil. I didn't know all the little movements that make a good cocksucker, but I felt this intense sexual desire to learn. My body was providing me so much pleasure that I couldn't quit and I wanted his cock more than anything I ever wanted in my life. I put my hands on his hips to moderate the thrashing of his fucking movements as I sucked and pulled on his cock with my lips. I started cumming first. He was an expert at cunt licking, causing me to suck harder when he licked my cunt with his tongue. He got a liplock on my clit and was trilling his tongue tip over it as fast as he could. I started cumming and didn't stop, not even when he worked one finger into my cunt. I felt a little tension and then his finger was deep inside me. My inner vagina muscles grabbed that finger and squeezed it. As I cummed, I clenched and almost froze as I bucked on his lips and tongue and finger. The combination of that finger-fucking and his prolonged arousal along with my desperate sucking sent him exploding into my mouth. His hips jerked, driving his dick further into my mouth, and then he was cumming. I didn't intend to swallow his cum, but there was no escape from his pumping, thick flow. I swallowed by reflex. I was sucking and cumming. He was licking and cumming. Both of us were moaning and cumming. I kept swallowing as he kept cumming, more than I'd suspected was possible. When he finally stopped spurting, I sucked as hard as I could. From somewhere in his balls, he summoned forth a last shooting gob of sperm. He groaned and his hands fell away from my butt as I released his spent, but still half-hard, cock from my spermy lips. His cum tasted thick and strong. I had sucked him dry and wished for more. I lay sprawled on him for a few minutes, my pussy backed against the underside his chin and my hips slowly, languidly revolving. His dick stayed half-hard against my face. Finally I climbed off of him and laid beside him. I was still tingling with pleasure that my new female body was providing me. At this moment, I would have taken on a football team. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted it so bad that I couldn't stand it. He sat up slowly, as if exhausted. His face was slick with my juices, as were the insides of my thighs. I reached out and gently stroked his half-hard dick a couple of times as I whispered. "I did not think that I could ever enjoy being a cocksucker." His prick began hardening again. I sucked the head of his hard dick into my mouth. I kept my hands on his lean hips to restrain his desire to jam the whole thing into my throat and after a minute of that, I pulled him next to me, urging him to lay back on the rug. I straddled his hips so that I was facing him. One of my hands stroked his cock against my cunt lips, discovering the pleasure that it brought me; as I maneuvered his dick over my swollen little clit. I felt his dick's head pressing into the slit of my cunt lips. As soon as it was in place, he hunched his hips up and began pushing it into me. His cock wasn't very thick, but it was still a tight fit. It went in slowly, very slowly, inch by inch. My little cunt was so tight that I didn't think it was going to go in at all. He just put his hands over the hard mounds of my ass and pressed down while his hips rammed that stiff, throbbing cock up me. As it found it's way deep into me, I bit his neck and dug my fingernails into his back. I loved it. I have never had such an intense deep sexual pleasure. This feels so damn good inside me that I don't want it to stop. Feeling his dick slide into me for the first time was a wonderful feeling, but not as wonderful as when he started to slowly hump me. His cock was spreading and opening me, filling a void that I didn't know existed until his hot cock entered me. My pussy lips were stretched tight and my clitoris was fully exposed as he humped me. I have never felt anything as delicious as the feeling of a cock throbbing inside me. I started cumming. My pussy went into spasms and all I could do was press down as hard as I could on him. Press down and feel his cock sliding slowly into me, spreading and filling me. I screamed from the joy of what I was feeling. When he started moving inside me, it was all over. I came so hard and so long that I was afraid I was passing out. All I knew was the wonderful pleasure ripping through my little body. My had-to-be-virgin pussy was tight and it only took a couple of minutes of that until Jakeed was cumming, too. I felt his dick swell inside me before he started groaning how hot and tight I was and how good my pussy was. I thought that he would never stop cumming this time. We laid there exhausted, me on top of him. My hips kept jerking and rolling as small orgasms rocked through me. As his cock shriveled and pulled out of me, our combined juices poured of me and drenched his thighs and the bed beneath us. For a long time, we just lay there with me sprawled on his hard body. Finally he whispered "If I ask you to make love to me again, what is your answer?" I raised my head and kissed his lips softly. Then I responded "If I had known it was going to be this wonderful, I would have raped you in the hallway earlier today." "Are you still mad at me? If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else. I wanted to take you when I saw you today, but that would be against the rules. And around here, we obey the rules to the le