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Ending Earl
He was miserable.
How odd it felt to wear a dress, he thought. Yet, he knew, how beautiful
he was.
It was a sweet summer's day in the year 3095. He knew that was the date
because he'd done the calculations soon after he'd been reanimated. He'd
died in the year 1999 of cancer of the stomach. He didn't remember much
about it, but he knew it hadn't been a pleasant death. That was for
certain. He could still remember the pain. The doctors had refused him to
fully medicate him. It seemed that it was against the law. Something
about making certain he wouldn't become drug addict.
Dear Goddess, he thought, the stupidity of it!
He calmed himself. But that was a thousand years ago. He'd been frozen in
liquid nitrogen. And, then, a millennium later, he'd woken at the
Reanimation Center. "We've rebuilt you," the doctors had said. "People
have changed a bit since you've been gone. But you'll fit right in, now."
So he did. He was smaller, now, hardly more than 1.6 meters. And he
weighted, he guessed, less than a third of what he had before. I'm the
original 98 pound weakling, he thought.
But what he'd lost in weight, he'd gained in loveliness. He had the
graceful body of young dancer. His face, with its great violet eyes and
framed by his soft, flowing hair, was breath taking. His sexual organs,
meanwhile, were now works of art. His penis and gonads were smooth and
golden. And, then, on his chest, he had the firm, round breasts of a
professional model. "Wonderful the way things have changed," the doctor-
machines had him. "Humans no longer reproduce inside their bodies. Babies
are created in the labs now. That means sex has become just for pleasure.
And people have modified themselves to get as much as possible."
Indeed, he thought. But how could he be part of it all? He felt so out of
place. When he'd died, sex had been a dangerous thing. Pregnancy,
disease, all these had been the risks. And men had been the pursuers. Oh,
yes, feminism was making inroads, but, still, most of the time women were
won and men were the wooers.
Now...
Well, no sense in just sitting here, he decided. He wouldn't be any
happier sitting in his apartment with no one for company except the house
robots. He might take a walk. The little city in which he lived,
Ambrosia, was a superb walking town, with many little squares and
fascinating side streets. He could explore a little, at least, even
though he would do so alone.
He checked his appearance. Yes. Quite presentable. He was in a full red
skirt that reached to his knees, and over that was a white blouse that
revealed his white creamy shoulders, with a sort of transparent front
that hinted at the golden orbs of his breasts. He added to the ensemble a
little red jacket and a broad brimmed hat. Then, leaving instructions for
the house robots, he headed out into the street.
It was a warm day and the streets were crowded with pedestrians. Couples
- huge women and their tiny, delicate men - walked hand in hand and
window shopped. Laughter came from sidewalk cafes. Robots moved here and
there on errands for their masters. He strolled up the avenue. For a
moment the sunlight and the crowds lifted his mood. Then, slowly, the
light began to fade and the day moved on intoevening. As the stars began
to shine here and there, he felt himself sinking again into depression.
He stood, finally, in front of a shop window, half admiring a dress, half
wondering how he could go on living.
"I say... don't I know you?"
The voice from behind startled him. He turned slowly. Behind him was... a
goddess! She was huge woman, with the face of an Amazonian conqueror, and
a great main of hair that played over her powerful shoulders, and she was
standing directly behind him.
"I... I..." he stammered. Then, he collected himself. "I don't know. Who
are you?"
The giantess laughed, a great booming sound that thrilled him to the
core. "Excellent question. My name's Villaflame. What's yours?" He tried
to answer. "My name? Well, in the old days they called me Earl."
"Earl? What kind of a name is that for a sweet little boy like you?" He
tried to answer, but each time he did he would glance up at her eyes...
and his heart would beat like a drum while his mouth went absolutely dry.
Finally, he managed, "It was a thousand years ago."
"Oh ho," another laugh. "So you're from the past. Are you keeping the
name Earl?"
He shook his head, confused. "I... I don't know. I haven't settled on a
name."
"They didn't give you one at the Ream Center?"
"No, they said I could pick one for myself."
She gazed down at him for a moment... a moment that seemed to go on and
on forever. He felt his penis grow huge and erect under her gaze, and his
nipples were hard!
"Hmm," she said, finally. "A name. Well, for the short term, I'll call
you Luscious."
Luscious! He started to object... how dare she try to name him! But,
then, when he glanced up at her, and saw her huge, dark eyes smiling down
at him, he felt himself turn into a puddle of warm submission.
"Luscious," he said, his eyes turning to the ground again.
"Umm... Miss Luscious... I like that. Well, how do you do, Miss
Luscious?"
He wasn't used to being called Miss, yet. Actually, the word she used was
Beesa. But it meant basically the same thing. It meant young, unmarried
person... except, a male person... and had overtones of delicacy and
submissiveness. He was still getting used to the new language that he
spoke here, in this odd new world, and he translated Beesa into Miss
almost automatically.
"I'm fine..." he realized he was blushing.
"Oh, that rose color," the giantess laughed, watching him flush.
"Delightful. And I know you, now."
"You do?" It didn't seem possible.
"Indeed, from the Hospital. You were there when I picked up my Aunt." He
remembered suddenly. Yes! It was his third of fourth week after being
revived. There had been an air car crash, the doctor-robots had said, and
some citizens had been hurt. One had even been killed, something almost
unheard of in this day and age. The body had been brought to the Center
to be revived. He remembered, now, that this laughing titaness had come
to the collect the rebuilt woman. She'd paced down the hall that morning
and glanced into the door of his room.
"You noticed me?" he gasped.
"How could I not?" a sly smile covered her magnificent face. "You were
nude at the time."
He remembered that, too, now. Oh dear heaven. The nurse-bot had been
giving him a sponge bath. He'd been rolled over on his stomach and the
machine had been toweling him dry. He quavered with embarrassment. She
had seen him... like that!
Another warm chuckle from the woman. "Oh, what a wonderful wiggle you
have when you are mortified. But, don't be ashamed. You have a delicious
body. Ripe as a peach. I kept thinking about how spankable that little
tail of yours looked."
He was aghast. "How dare you... "
"Oh, I'm a daring woman." She reached down to link her arm with his.
"Well, come along Miss Luscious. I'm on the way to a tea shop and you
look as though you could use something refreshing."
He found himself walking rapidly beside her. He knew he should be
terribly insulted. In fact, he knew he should be afraid.
And he was afraid of this woman. But it was a terror linked with a great
nameless desire. He wanted something... but he couldn't say what. All he
knew was that he was being whisked along with this great erotic tigress,
and he couldn't resist.
She conducted him quickly into a shop along the road. It was a great
wooden place with huge windows and a dance floor. Robots appeared and he
ordered for them. "The Beesa will have" -- she consulted a menu --"a
glass of the Hot Poppy. I will have Northern Shore." A moment later the
robot returned with beakers of hot liquid. She poured for them. "Try
that," she commanded.
He raised the glass to his lips and sipped. The taste was strangely
delicious. There were hints of honey and fruit. "What is it?" he asked.
"A veritable melange," the titaness responded. "Tea, dried fruit, a
little bit of opium poppy..."
"Opium!"
"Oh, don't worry. You can't get addicted. Not in that new body you're
wearing. But it will make you feel a bit warm and cozy, and relax you."
He sipped again. It did taste nice. In went down quickly. One sip
followed another. He realized that the beaker was empty.
"Can't have that," laughed the giantess. She motioned to the robot and
another full beaker appeared.
This time he went more slowly. But felt himself growing warm. He felt a
little dazed, and he knew he must be blushing again. He didn't know it,
but the effect was to make his eyes, already starry, shine even more
brightly, and his eager little face seemed to glow.
"Good heavens," the giantess said, looking down at him. "You're breath
taking. Genuinely breath taking."
"You flatter me," he said, the words seemed to slur ever so slightly.
"No, just telling the truth. Why, have you no idea of the effect you
produce?"
He shook his head. "I wasn't very good with women. I mean, when I was
alive."
Villaflame shook her mighty head. "Well, you are now. I was watching you
walk down the street. Women's heads were turning in your wake. All the
Dominas were dreaming of you. And you didn't notice a bit. You just hid
behind that hat."
He stared at her, disbelieving. Then, unable to prevent it, the tea got
him... and he was mortified by a great hiccup.
She burst into laughter. "You are so adorable."
Somewhere a robotic band began to play. Other couples drifted to the
dance floor. "Come on," she commanded, and pulled him to his feet. The
next thing he knew, she was leading him onto the floor. She danced with
the graceful power of a panther, and within her powerful arms he felt
tiny and warm.
The music ended and she led him back to the table. Next, she ordered food
for them. He ate, and after a bit, felt his head clear a bit. "Tell me
about yourself," she commanded, when the robots brought coffee.
"Well," he confessed. "I haven't much to tell. I've only been alive,
again, for a few months."
"Then tell me about your first life."
He tried. He explained his frustration and his failure. He mentioned the
long burden of his disease. He talked about his loneliness and how his
girlfriend had left him rather than face his end.
"A woman left you! To die!"
"Things were different, in those days," he answered, quietly.
"It's appalling," she responded. "No little boy like you should be left
alone. Not to die."
He couldn't answer that. Instead, he said, "Tell me about you. "
"Ah," she mentioned her name again. She was of the great Villa clan of
bankers and stellar traders. Her own work was in cybernetics. Her hobbies
included speed boxing and skiing. He listened and listened, and didn't
know that his eyes were adoring.
She ordered a bottle of champagne.
An hour later, they were back at her townhouse. He wasn't quite sure how
it happened, but he seemed to be nude and he was sitting and giggling on
her lap while she sat on a huge sofa.
"Now," she said, "shall we test it out?"
He giggled again. "What?"
"The little tail of yours. Shall we see if it is as spankable as I
thought."
He found himself grinning. Well, why not? He rolled onto his stomach. His
belly was over her knees. His legs were on the sofa. He could feel the
soft cloth between his toes.
"You've been a naughty little boy," she said, her voice coming from high
above him.
"Yes, Domina, I have... I have... I have been so naughty" he answered,
eagerly.
"You deserve to be punished."
"Please, Domina, My Master, please punish me. Please give it to me."
"Then you shall have it."
Down came her hand! It struck his buttocks with a great crack. The pain
was real! And so was the pleasure! He found himself moaning with delight.
"And again!"
Once more there was the sound of flesh against flesh! The pain was an
explosion of sensation... pain, followed by waves of pleasure, beginning
at his anus and then ringing out from there!
"And again!"
He moaned and squirmed as blow after blow rained down on his soft flesh.
Oh, the delight! The delight!
"Enough," she said, finally. "And now what do you wish?"
Defeated, he lay face down, passive before her.
"I want you to fuck me, Master."
"Louder,"
"I want you funk me, my Master and Domina!"
"That, too, you shall have."
She stood, picking him up as she did so. He might have weighted nothing
for all the effort he caused her. Kissing him again and again on his
soft, full lips while she walked, she carried him into the bedroom. He
felt himself being lowered into the satin sheets. Then, she was beside
the bed, removing her clothes. He watched her, hungry, longing, adoring,
and powerless.
She was on him! She mounted him, crushing him deep into the bed. He
whimpered with delight as she eased him into her. He felt her vagina
seize his penis. He felt her great, powerful hands softly crush his
breasts. He reached up and touched her own small, hard ones. Then, in a
blur of motion, she caught his hands and directed them above his heads.
He felt something wrap around his wrists. Silken cords! He was secured to
the bed posts. He was utterly, totally helpless before this glorious she-
lion! She bent down and he felt her burning kisses rain upon his face.
She reared up again. He felt her hips rolling into him. He gasped! She
rolled and thrust and drove him into the bed. He couldn't move! The
pleasure was like a whip! It filled him. It destroyed him. He was nothing
but a vessel of her power...and she was filling him! She was his master.
His queen. His Domina. He knew nothing but her power. He was nothing but
her thing.
She orgasmed! He felt himself explode upwards, yielding his seed... and a
great white light burst upon him...
He had no name.
He awoke several hours later. It was already daylight outside. There were
birds singing in the trees.
I'm Luscious, he thought.
He was alone in the bed, but he heard her moving about in the next room.
The door creaked open. It was her. In her hands was a tray and on it were
cups and a small pitcher coffee. "Wake up, sleepy head," she said gently.
"Here's something to get you started while we wait for the robots to make
breakfast."
He stretched luxuriously. He felt wonderful.
"Well, Earl," she said. "Did you enjoy last night?"
"Earl," he laughed. "I'm not Earl."
"Who then?"
"I am," he felt the weight of his breasts on his chest, his penis growing
erect between his legs. "I am... I am Luscious. Miss Luscious. And I am
yours forever, my Master."
"Of course," she said, cheerfully, and poured the coffee.
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