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Escape from GirlWorld
by kimmie oh
Kirk came crashing through the undergrowth behind me. Ahead of us was a
clearing and then more woods. We were both naked, our clothes having been
taken from us shortly after being captured. We had come to Gaia on a
diplomatic mission from the distant planet all males of the human species
had been banished to after the Gender Wars of 2040. We had left our landing
craft with a proposed treaty and struck out for the capital of the Gaian world.
It was our hope that we could begin talks that would lead to a reconciliation
between our two sexes. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that any truce
with the female of our species would be impossible. We were taken prisoner
almost immediately by a band of leather-clad horsewomen, bound by the
wrists, and marched double-time behind their mounts to a remote prison
outpost. There we underwent a period of forced detention during which we
were subject to the grossest of humiliations.
The chief of these humiliations helped to clarify a point of scientific
confusion: namely, how did a planet that had rejected all male humans
propagate its species? It wasn't long before we found out. In an overheated
room Kirk and I were fit into special restraining harnesses and a kind of
sleeve/suction device that fit over our penises. The machines were crude by
our standards but very effective. On our hands and knees, bound snugly into
the harnesses, we could not resist the mechanical efficiency of the device on
our sexual organs. Side by side, Kirk and I came again and again until we
were exhausted and still the machines continued to milk us of every drop of
our sperm. It was terribly embarrassing to come like that in front of Kirk but
neither of us could help it and soon we lost our inhibitions and gave
ourselves up to our fate.
The machines were tended by a crew of voluptuous-looking young women.
They were dressed in the briefest of silk costumes seemingly designed
especially to show off their ultra feminine forms. Soft and docile, they all
had 36DD breasts, tiny waists, long shapely legs, and delicate, highly-arched
feet. Their faces were angelic perfection: wide innocent eyes, tiny noses, full
pouting lips. Their hair came in a variety of colors but it was uniformly long
and sexy and brushed the top of their pert, teardrop-shaped buttocks. Their
movements seemed almost an exaggerated parody of long-lost femininity
but were irresistibly erotic nonetheless. Their tender ministrations as well as
the tantalizing sight and proximity of such creatures of perfect femininity
added to the effectiveness of the machines as it was no doubt intended to do.
These women were quite different from the lean, muscular, taciturn hunters
who had taken us prisoner. The presence of these women had not been
recorded in the intelligence briefings we had been given. I noticed that each
of them wore a leather collar with a kind of metal square. I wondered if they
were perhaps slaves and, if so, what circumstances could have led a planet of
women who had revolted against male oppression to keep a segment of its
female population as slaves.
I assumed that Kirk and I would be "sperm cows" for the rest of what
remained of our lives-or until we stopped being able to produce. In any
event, if we were not able to get back to our landing craft, blast off from this
accursed planet, and rendezvous with our father-ship, we would be left for
lost and stranded here forever anyway. So it was with a great sense of relief
that after an indeterminate amount of time in the milking pens we were
unexpectedly summoned to appear before the warden of the prison. There it
was explained to us that we had been chosen to participate in a special hunt
for the amusement of the visiting governess of the province. If we managed
to clear the extensive woods surrounding the prison and make it back to our
landing craft we would be allowed to leave. If not, we would face the
consequences attended upon our capture and we would never be allowed to
leave. What the consequences were the warden would not say, but the dark
promise that we would remain prisoners of Gaia forever was enough to
strike fear in my heart.
Kirk and I were brought back to the cell we shared when we were not
hooked up to the sperm-milking machines. The other cells in our block were
ominously empty. We were told to relax and save up our strength for the
hunt to come. Our captors wanted us to give them the best challenge we
could. We were determined not only to give them a run for their money, but
to successfully escape back to our landing craft. Although we needed the
rest, we were anxious to get started. The longer we waited the more chance
there was that our father-ship would leave the Gaian orbit. Meanwhile, the
beautiful silk-girls came by to bring our meals and take away our trays when
we were done. One in particular struck me. She was a shy asian beauty
whose oversized breasts seemed out of place on her otherwise slender, petite
body. I struck up a conversation with her. She was obviously scared to talk
to me but so submissive that she was too intimidated not to answer my
questions.
"What is your name?" I asked.
She looked down at her perfect feet, her toenails polished silver to match a
pair of delicate, severely arched high-heeled sandals.
"Yukio," she said quietly.
"Well Yukio," I said, "You seem like a nice girl. What are you doing here?"
"I tend the prisoners."
"I see. Do you like your job?"
"I have no choice," the girl said.
"Do you mean they make you do this?"
She nodded. "I am a slave."
"Is that the meaning of that collar you wear?"
She absently fingered the leather band around her slender throat and nodded.
"Yes."
"Do you hate us men, too?" I ventured.
"No," Yukio said. She kept her head down, but raised her eyes tentatively
under her lush lashes.
"I'm glad to hear that Yukio," I said. "Why don't you come closer?"
The girl looked around as if panicked. "I don't think I should. If someone
sees !"
"No one will see."
From the corner of the cell, Kirk stirred. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"We are supposed to be keeping up our strength.
"Don't worry," I said, not taking my eyes off the beautiful girl. "I feel fine.
Besides, after those dreadful machines, I can use a touch of the real thing."
"Are you crazy?" Kirk said.
"Be quiet Kirk. You'll scare her."
Yukio now came close to the cell, her eyes glancing furtively, longingly
between my legs where my cock stood at attention. I guided her hand
through the bars. She gasped as she touched me.
"That's it," I said.
I pushed aside the silk covering her breasts and took her small dark nipple
between my lips. She closed her eyes tightly and moaned. I dropped my
hand, reached under the silk draped over her waist, and stroked her moist
cleft. A moment later I pulled aside the silk and was pressed against the bars,
my cock straining free, slipping inside of Yukio. Kirk muttered a curse
under his breath. I didn't answer. Instead, I kissed Yukio hungrily and she
kissed me back, passion overcoming her shyness. I was somewhat hampered
by my standing position and the fact that a cell door separated us but the
intensity of our need demolished all obstacles. I grabbed her firm, perfect ass
and plunged in and out of her tight cunt. I could tell she was close to coming
by the sound of her stifled moans and the rhythm of her hot little body. I
could hold out no longer and exploded inside her even as the first orgasmic
contractions of her cunt began. I held her as close as the bars would allow as
the muscles inside her beautiful cunt gripped and milked my cock with a
thoroughness no machine could ever duplicate.
At last, Yukio backed away from the cell door, wobbling unsteadily on her
high-heeled sandals. She tried to smooth her rumpled silks with trembling
hands. Her long dark hair was in disarray and her lips were swollen. Her
eyes had the sleepy contented look of a well-fucked woman.
"Oh Goddess," she said. "I shouldn't have. I'll be caught. Punished !"
"No Yukio. No one will find out if you don't tell them. I know I won't. But
you have to tell me something."
"Yes," she said, looking scared.
"What do they have planned for us? Do they intend to kill us?"
"No. They won't kill you."
"Then what?"
"I can't say," she shook her head, her long dark hair sweeping from side-to-
side. "I can't say."
"Please, Yukio."
She stared at her feet again but I could see the deep blush coloring her pale
cheeks.
"I must go. I must."
She picked up our food tray and turned away hurriedly. I called after her, but
Yukio disappeared down the hall, leaving behind only the hurried click-
click-click of her high heeled sandals. I heard her making a nervous
explanation to the guard who unlocked the steel door at the end of our row
of cells. The guard spoke sharply and harshly to Yukio. What she said to the
silk-girl was cut off by the slam of the heavy door.
The next morning we were roused early and led roughly into the prison yard.
There we stood, Kirk and I, naked and shivering in the gray morning air, as
the warden spoke to her special guest, the governess of the province. The
two powerful women sat mounted on magnificent horses surrounded by a
phalanx of female warriors. The warriors wore a kind of light leather armor
and were also mounted. The governess was dressed in a purple tunic
threaded with gold. She was a tall blonde woman with powerful legs encased
in calfskin boots. Across her lap lay a strange-looking rifle. She looked at
Kirk and I with undisguised contempt.
The rules had been explained to us. We would be given a half-hour head
start and then the dogs would be let loose. We would be hunted down like
animals. Our only hope-and it was a slim one-was to make it through the
woods and back to our landing craft. The preliminaries over, two guards
spurred their horses forward and prodded Kirk and I with long spears toward
the open gates of the prison yard and the woods beyond. We didn't need to
be told what to do. We broke into a run and headed for the woods.
Now we stood at the edge of a clearing. On the other side was more woods.
Behind us we could hear the baying of the dogs and the crash of our pursuers
who had dismounted to make their way through the heavy undergrowth. The
clearing was about three hundred yards across and it would be dangerous to
cross. We would be exposed from behind. But there was no way to make it
to the landing craft without taking the chance. The dogs were growing
closer.
"Ready?" Kirk asked.
"Ready as I will ever be," I said.
"Okay. Let's go."
Kirk dashed out into the open field and I followed. I made it about three-
quarters across when I heard the air next to my left ear scream. Something
plunged into the ground six feet ahead of me. I swerved left to spoil the aim
of the governess but it was no use. I felt the sharp, needling pain of the
projectile as it buried itself deep in the muscle of my right hamstring. I
stumbled, pitched forward, and gripped the damp grass in pain.
Kirk had already re-entered the woods. I rose shakily to my feet. I felt an
ache in my chest. I wondered if I'd been poisoned. I limped forward and
nearly fell a second time. I expected to be hit again by one of the painful
darts but no more shots were fired. I ran crookedly across the field and threw
myself into the green shelter of the woods. The ache in my chest increased. I
looked down and saw a swelling around my nipples. I touched them
tentatively and winced at how sensitive they were. I didn't have time to
wonder what was happening to me. I had to keep moving. I fought my way
through the undergrowth and over the rough terrain. Suddenly, I was
rendered breathless by a crushing pain in my ribs. I bent over, holding my
sides, which seemed to be constricting, making each breath difficult.
God, what was happening to me?
I staggered forward. The pain came in waves. My hips seemed to be
opening, widening. When I straightened up I felt a heaviness on my chest. I
looked down and saw that the swelling had increased. I now had a pair of
plump breasts. Something had happened to my feet as well. My toes had
shortened and my arches were definitely more pronounced. I realized I was
walking on the balls of my new feet. I held my delicate, long-nailed hands at
my sides, finger-tips up, away from the swell of my hips. My plump, heart-
shaped buttocks and rapidly growing breasts jiggled with every step.
I tried to keep up with Kirk but it was useless. I called out to him and was
shocked to hear the sound of my voice: a sweet, high-pitched squeal of
feminine despair. I stopped by a fallen tree and sagged to the ground. I
stared down in disbelief at my changing body. My long smooth legs were
folded demurely beneath me and I was holding my large and still growing
breasts. When I heard Kirk breaking through the foliage I looked up. I
unconsciously brushed my waist length sandy hair from my face with the
back of my hand. There were tears in my wide frightened eyes.
"My god," he said, looking stunned. "What happened to you?"
"I don't know!" I said, my new femme voice full of trembling panic. "I don't
know!"
Kirk came forward and crouched down beside me. I threw my hands around
his neck and sobbed uncontrollably.
"Oh please make it stop," I wailed.
"Calm down," he said. It somehow didn't strike me as odd that he was
stroking the side of my face with his fingers. "Tell me what happened."
My breath gave a little hitch and the words just came out in a tumble.
"I was running across the field and I almost made it and then I was hit in the
back of my leg and I fell and I tried to keep running but the pain was really
bad and I just started changing into .? into this ? and oh god I don't know
what I'm going to do ? "
Kirk put his finger on my mouth and I could feel the fullness and sensitivity
of my new soft lips.
"Let's see where you were hit," Kirk said calmly. His calm had a somewhat
soothing effect on me.
I got on my hands and knees and stretched one long leg behind me. Kirk
inspected the back of my thigh and pulled the little dart-like thing from my
flesh.
"Ouch," I squealed. Tears ran down my cheeks.
Kirk held the tiny dart carefully.
"I'm not sure what it is exactly," he said. "But my guess is that it carries a
kind of genetically-engineered DNA toxin. The Gaians are decidedly anti-
technology, but they are even more anti-male. They've found the perfect
weapon against us. They have found a way to turn us into women. But not
just any women." He gave me an appraising look that made me instinctively
cover my breasts. Kirk smiled when I did this. "They've figured out how to
turn men into the kind of submissive women the Gaians themselves despise
but need to keep their society going."
"I don't understand," I said.
Kirk patted my hair.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," he said, rising to his feet.
"Come on, get up. We have to get going."
I could hear the sound of the dogs growing closer. Kirk stretched out his
hand and I took it. I tried my best to keep up with him, but it was impossible.
He was simply running too fast. The branches and brambles whipped my
delicate flesh. My breasts and feet made it difficult for me to run. My body
just didn't seem to be made for exertion. On top of that, I insisted on running
with one hand covering my crotch, trying to hide the shame of what I could
feel happening between my legs. My genitals seemed to be shrinking, slowly
and painfully drawn back into my body. Kirk tried to pull me along at his
pace but I stumbled and fell to my knees completely winded.
"Oh please stop," I begged Kirk. "I can't go on any further."
We had come to the bank of a marsh. The thought of plunging into the dank
water was too much.
"Just leave me here," I said.
"I can't do that," Kirk said. "Do you want to live the rest of your days a slave
like Akiko? Do you realize that she was once a man, too? She was no doubt
too embarrassed to tell you what was in store for us because she would have
to reveal what had happened to her. You don't want to spend your life as a
silk-girl."
The tears had begun to flow again. They ran down my face and dripped onto
my breasts.
"What difference does it make?" I sobbed and wrung my hands. "I can't go
back like this. How can I possibly explain?"
"We'll figure something out."
"No, no, no," I said hysterically. "It's no use. I'd just rather stay here. I won't
have to explain to anyone. They understand what I am here."
"You don't want to stay here. You don't know what you're saying. You're
just being over-emotional. It must be the hormones racing through your
system."
I felt somehow like Kirk was talking down to me. But it seemed perfectly
natural, perfectly right.
"Do you think so?" I sniffed.
"Yes. If you stay here, not only will you be a slave, but you will be
artificially inseminated with the sperm they collect. You will be forced into
motherhood. That's one of the main purposes girls like you have on this
planet. It frees the natives of Gaia from having to give birth. Your beautiful
body will be made to suffer the strains of childbearing over and over until it
is ruined."
"Do you really think I'm beautiful?"
"Hell yes," Kirk said and grinned. "Look at you."
I looked down at my body. It was beautiful.
"Having a baby might be nice," I said, thinking of the amazing possibility of
it.
"Yes, it is nice," Kirk agreed. "But there are other circumstances under
which you can have a baby."
"I'd like to stay here. I'd like to have a baby."
"I'm not leaving you here," Kirk said. "And that's all there is to it."
I pouted prettily.
To my surprise, Kirk ignored my attempt at spoiled petulance. He gathered
me up in his arms and carried me across the marsh. I clung close to Kirk,
one arm around his powerful shoulders, feeling the delicious hardness of his
male body against my new female softness. Once on the other side, Kirk set
me down on my feet and headed out in an unexpected direction. I had no
idea where he was going. I simply followed. Slowly but surely, the sound of
the pursuing dogs seemed to fade away. Kirk said they had probably lost our
scent in the water. I found myself smiling up at him. I wanted to be close to
him again. I wanted to touch his body.
It was nearly dusk when we crested a hill and saw our landing craft in the
small valley where we'd left it. Kirk once more cradled me in his strong
arms and carried me up the ladder into the craft. Once inside, he set me
down and worked the complicated instrument panel. There were so many
lights and switches. It seemed amazing to me that I once knew what they
were all for. It took Kirk twice as long to set the craft for lift-off by himself.
But once he was finished and we were safely out of the Gaian atmosphere he
sat cross-legged in front of me.
"The father-ship is still in orbit," he said. "We should rendezvous in about
seventy-two hours."
He saw me struggling with the math.
"Three days," he said.
I smiled. "Oh. Thank you!"
My smile faded. I seemed to be on an emotional roller-coaster. And every
emotion showed on my face.
"What's the matter, honey?"
"How will we explain this?" I asked, biting my plump bottom lip, and spread
my hands to indicate my female body.
"Captain Adam Kessler died on Gaia," Kirk said slowly and patiently. "He
had no family, no children. No one will miss him. It is unfortunate, but a
hazard of the job. During the course of the mission, I was able to save a poor
female slave named Cassandra. Cassie, for short."
I wrinkled my forehead. "Who's Cassie?"
"You are silly."
"I'm Cassie?"
Kirk smiled and nodded. "Yes sweetheart. You're Cassie."
I felt my heart race when he smiled at me like that and it raced even faster
when he called me sweetheart.
"But what will I do? I can't be a space pilot any more. I-I don't know what I
can be."
"You'll be my wife," Kirk said. "You'll have my babies."
"Oh!" I gasped. "Do you mean it?"
"Yes I mean it," Kirk said, beaming. I found myself smiling adoringly at
him.
Kirk reached over and circled my slender wrist between two of his fingers.
"Let's see what's happening under here," he said, gently lifting my slender
hand from between my legs.
I didn't resist.
I bowed my head and closed my eyes.
"Amazing," Kirk said. "You're beautiful, Cassie. Have a look, darling."
I opened my eyes. I gave a little gasp of surprise. My penis had totally
disappeared. In its place was a soft pretty mound lightly covered with hair
and a pair of moist pouting pink lips.
"Do you really like it?" I asked, looking up at Kirk, my eyes sparkling with
tears.
"I love it. I'd like to see you play with your new pussy."
"'kay. I'm not sure I know how ? but ? "
I reached between my legs and gently stroked along my already wet labia. I
felt a delicious tingle spread along the cleft. The pleasure echoed in my
nipples and I played with them using my other hand. It seemed quite natural
to touch myself like this. I could see that it was exciting Kirk. His penis was
standing straight up and he had an excited look in his eyes. I shuffled
forward on my knees and ducked my head between his legs. I licked the
beautiful head of his large cock and ran my tongue along its thick shaft. I
had never seen anything so wonderful. I fingered his tight heavy balls and
slowly pumped his cock as I put it inside my mouth. I heard Kirk grunt with
approval, a deep, masculine sound. I felt my new virgin pussy growing
wetter. I wanted him inside me. He seemed to read my mind. I could tell he
was just about to come. I seemed to have forgotten everything I ever knew
but I had an instinct for giving pleasure.
"I want to fuck you, sweetheart," Kirk said gruffly.
I let his wet cock slip from between my lips. I smiled up at him.
"Oh yes," I said.
Kirk lifted me up and carried me over to the bunks bolted to the wall. His
was the upper bunk. I thought of how many times I had slept in the bunk
below him.
Oh, what a waste!
He laid me down gently, slid a pillow under my head, and reached between
my legs, nudging them apart. His mouth found the nipples on my huge, firm
breasts, sending waves of pleasure from the roots of my hair all the way
down to my perfect toes. He cupped my sex with his hand and slid a finger
inside me. I moaned. He moved his finger in and out of me until I was
squirming.
"Do me, please," I whispered, breathless. "Do me now."
Kirk teased my clittie with his finger some more. I was nearly wild with
desire. I tossed my head from side to side on the pillow, my long hair
streaked across my face. I could feel his hard cock burning on my soft thigh.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he moved slowly up my body. He
rubbed his cock along my wet cleft until I was begging him to plunge it into
me. He pressed the massive head against my opening and I gasped. I
suddenly wondered how I was going to take the whole of that enormous
thing inside me. I felt a moment of panic and uncertainty. But before I knew
it, Kirk had slid it half inside me. I lifted my legs and spread them wider,
opening to him. I locked my ankles at the small of his back. I threw my arms
around his neck and pulled him down, kissing him deeply, tasting his strong
masculine taste. His cock pushed relentlessly into me, invading me, taking
me.
Kirk slipped his hands underneath my bottom and began plunging in and out
of me. My body seemed to move instinctively. I could hardly catch my
breath. I heard my girlish voice crying out with pleasure and pain as Kirk
picked up the pace. His cock seemed to swell inside me, plugging me shut,
stuffing me full. Then I felt him bucking uncontrollably. The first hot jet of
his cum shot deep into my body. I felt my clittie flutter and the inner walls
of my love tunnel contract. My toes spread, my body arched upwards, and
my first orgasm as a woman overcame me completely. The tremors passed
through me, shook me, left me trembling and helpless beneath Kirk's
muscular body.
Later, Kirk held me as we hurtled through the darkness of space. He was
pressed up behind me, hugging me tightly, his fingers idly playing with my
tight nipples. I could feel his cock hardening again against my firm, fleshy
bottom. I smiled and sighed happily. My pussy was filled with his cum, its
wet warmth leaking out of me, pressed between my smooth, soft thighs. I
thought of what it would be like to return home and be married to Kirk. I
could hardly wait. Three days. In the meantime, we had the whole universe
to ourselves. I thrust my warm ass backwards and wiggled it slowly against
his crotch. His cock slipped between my cheeks and I could feel the swollen
head pressing against the tiny rosebud of my asshole.
"Hmmmmmmm ..." I murmured.
The End :)
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