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"There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man.... It is a
dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity... It is the middle
ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it
lies between the pit of man's fears, and the summit of his knowledge...
This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The
Twilight Zone.
A dapper middle-aged man in a black suit with a familiar voice is smoking a
cigarette on a silent soundstage. Rod Serling, our host is talking.
"It's Valentines Day; Shakespeare once said.
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts. In tonight's tale let your fancy
hark you back to days of old, Knights were gallant and their ladies
beautiful yet sometimes fate intervenes when men and woman, lovers and
strangers, find themselves playing roles so very different than natures
plan. It's a tale only to be found off the beaten track of history,
somewhere down in a castle that has a drawbridge,to the Twilight Zone."
Twilight Zone-Milady's Pleasure
"Milady, you have won, please don't force your husband into this needless
war, I beg of you, too many people will die." The Lady Elena was a vision
of beauty, a masterpiece of the God's handiwork, yet she was evil. Tall,
vibrant with a shock of luxuriant auburn hair that cascaded down her
shoulders and over her beautiful breasts, she looked at me like a wolf
ready to devour her meal.
"Kneel knave" the imperious woman said. "Lord Arthur it's my turn to plan
our kingdoms future. I have my husband twisted round my finger and he will
do what ever I say. No longer will I abide this false peace with the
outlaws who live in the Forest of Arden. I have convinced Milord Duke to
raise the farms and bring home the runaway serfs. There will be no rebels
in this shire, I will hang them all."
Elena looked at the drab, middle-aged man cringing in front of her with a
malicious, lopsided grin of the puss wore after it had eaten the songbird.
Lord Arthur once a famous gallant was now just another broken, foolish man.
"It takes a real woman to rule a kingdom and to think I feared this man,
she thought!" Elena glowed and preened herself as she stared down her
adversary.
Arthur knew the game was lost, he was at checkmate. Trying for some gambit
to save the game Arthur reflected, "when my Lord returns I will no longer
be in his confidence, my council will be disregarded and many men will die
while women and children will cry for lost husband's and fathers."
The day was late and the sun was setting, unless there was a miracle the
land would be wracked with war again. I turned to see Cedric my old servant
come in with what appeared to be spirits. "Lord Arthur would you care to
offer Lady Elena a drink, some claret?" Arthur was puzzled, why had Cedric
intruded? As he hesitated he watched Elena pick up a chalice and say. "Yes,
Lord Arthur let us toast my coming victory. You shall be leaving here
along
with your man Cedric, spirited away to a monastery where you will take the
holy orders. It is either that or death tonight; my men wait outside this
door to take you away."
There was a twinkle in Cedric's eye as he watched me pick up and quickly
drain my drink, what guile. Lady Elena laughed as she savored every drop
and licked her red, and oh so kissable lips.
Cedric now cleared his throat. "Perhaps your lady in waiting, Lady Margaret
would like a cup also?" Margaret had been watching and listening a few
feet
away, she was a darker version of Elena, slightly smaller, yet if anything
her breasts were bigger than those of her mistresses; she moved numbly
forward to take the proffered cup even as Cedric reached for the last glass
and gave me a conspiratorial wink while he downed the deep red wine.
It was then I realized that Cedric had drugged us all; the wine was potent
yet had a strange taste, a slightly bitter and hard to describe quality
which I have never sampled before. "What treachery is this", Arthur thought
as he swayed to the right and left and felt himself falling. The Lady
Elena
who was in distress nearby had already collapsed as moments were hours as
he left the world of the living. Arthur become weightless, now he could
fly, even as he stared down at own body. "Am I dead", Arthur wondered as he
panicked and looked round the room. The drugged occupants had all fallen
and there was uneasy movement in the stillness. Arthur noticed he was being
pulled by some strange force toward the Lords new wife's, was it sorcerery
that moved him towards that beautiful body which contained such an evil
soul.
From Arthur's viewpoint that perfect form shimmered and twitched as it
became clear that the red-haired beauty was soon to be his destination lay
gasping, as the last tendrils that connected Arthur to his corporal body
were left behind. I became a pure soul, but not for long as mysterious
force continue to push me against milady and compelled me to merge with
her; I crossed myself and said Our Fathers as my soul entered the quivering
heap of womanhood! Time stood still as Arthur sank deeper and deeper into
the beauty and till like a light at the end of a tunnel the room quickened
and Arthur felt sensation again as he roused himself.
Arthur's dream.
Picking myself up I saw I now had pure white arms, and on my chest, my
muscles had vanished replaced with bounteous breasts, I was now a woman.
The breasts I wore were those of the Duke's wife, Lady Elena Eleanor
Fitzrolf Warwick. Even as I got up I screamed. "No....oh no"... was my
first confused thought. I wanted to cry but I was more stunned than not.
Lady Margaret had collapsed along with her mistress but I was her get up
and with a swift determined movement take a cloth that Cedric had possessed
and pressed it up against my old face. I was unnerved to see that my body
was then shrieking, "Help me someone, I am displaced."
Within five seconds my old body collapsed again as Lady Margaret said
quietly. "Do not scream, sit down this is a dream." Lord Arthur obediently
sat down and said nothing. Repeating the quick motion Lady Margaret took
hold of the old Cedric who was crying and trying to flee the room. The
young woman tackled my old friend and repeated.
"Do not scream, sit down this is a dream," and Cedric did.
Margaret turned toward me and said, "Lord Arthur, be not afraid, it is I
your loyal servant Cedric. I have hoped that your new body is not too
displeasing to you, I have drugged the two women and shortly they will be
taken to the monastery where, the witch Elena had arranged for our
blinding, castration and death."
Arthur's heart leaped at this pronouncement, "How wicked was the Lady
Elena, he thought."
Then Lady Margaret continued, "The potion I used to trade your mortal body
with that of our Lady's is from a faraway place I visited years ago when I
took up the Cross and sought to deliver the Holy land from the heel of the
unclean. I dreaded to use it , but I came to the knowledge that it was the
only way to save our land from calamity. Lord Warwick, Elena's husband does
what she wants, he is ensorcelled and she wants bloody war. You have told
me many times, that we cannot allow that to happen and I believed you. The
drug I gave them will make their memory a mist, as if their lives had been
a dream. They will become us, the monks, Arthur and Cedric and live to a
ripe old age at the Monastery of St. Luke." Praise be the true and the
just!" In Lady Margaret I now saw the fire of my old bondsman and comrade
in arms, its is said that women are foxes, but Cedric was always the
Jester!
As I sat amazed at this turn of events the door was flung open and Lady
Elena's men entered and looked at me, "Lady we heard screams, is it time we
take the miscreants to the monastery." I looked around myself, and to a
mirror across the room. A beautiful woman sat there, and I was she. With a
calm and regal way, I looked to my men and said, "Yes take these two to the
Monastery of St Luke; they are not to be harmed but put to work in the
garden".
The Lady Margaret who had been Cedric had a whimsical smile on her face as
the Lord Arthur and his man Cedric were picked up and dragged from the
room. . What sense of self the evil Lady Elena and her minion, the Lady
Margaret still had was rapidly passing away, there was panic and confusion
in those eyes and features that I knew so well, Moment the two men's faced
changed from hated horror into a masks of serenity and peace. Lady Elena in
my mortal remains defiantly mouthed a final wordless cry of
"Nooooooooooo!"
as the finality of her predicament became clear.
I watched as the Lady's Elena Warwick's men obediently took Lord Arthur and
his servant Cedric out the door and down the stairway to their final fate.
I was now alone with Lady Margaret, the former Cedric and my new
circumstances left me near wordless.
"Lord Arthur or more properly Lady Elena, this was the only way the Lady
Margaret said. had not acted immediately we would have been blinded, our
tongues ripped out, and sometime tomorrow we would have been castrated and
killed. I could not allow that after I overheard Margaret in bed with her
lover, tell him our chosen fates."
The regal red-haired Elena took Margaret's hand and the two new women
embraced as tears flowed from their new eyes; was it a sense of salvation
or anticipation of their new lives ahead?
The Duke Comes! The Duke's Steel!
There was a loud knock at the door. "The Duke comes, milady your husband
approaches." Margaret said, Milady I take your leave, I have duties to be
attended to and Lady Margaret, bowed to her mistress and left the room.
Arthur now sat alone in his regal chambers; he wore a beautiful red robe of
a very expensive silk. His bodice was held up by a clever arrangement of
cloth and leathers that made his amazing breast's stick straight out, high
and pert. The looking glass showed Arthur his new face, it was fair and
beautiful and he felt young and vibrant, and womanly. The change from a 55
year old man to a 19 year newlywed woman still was hard to believe.
Looking into a mirror one last time, the new Lady Elena went to her
dressing table and with a careful touch rubbed red gloss onto her lips to
deepen their color, her hand unsteady the woman trembled at the thought of
the Dukes arrival. The scene looked the same as it had hours before, but
could the Duke tell the difference between the evil woman who had been his
wife, and the new woman, who had been a gallant knight and faithful
minister. In life we play many roles, Arthur felt weak as he prepare to
welcome his new husband!
The door opened and Geoffrey, Lord Warwick, Duke of Warwickshire strode
into the room. He was tall and fair, with large shoulders, bright blue eyes
and an amazing set of muscles. His appearance momentarily challenged
Arthur
resolve as he walked forward to meet this body's husband, Lord and master.
Duke Warwick looked at his wife and was again deeply in love. What a woman
she was, her beauty took his breath and the sight of her drove him near to
madness. He had been gone near a month and it had been weeks since he had
possessed a woman. Geoffrey felt his body quicken as he flung aside his
arms and slammed the heavy chamber door shut, and with a loud crash he
bolted the oak door and approached his beloved.
Warwick took his apparent wife in his arms and devoured her with a long
tongue tangled kiss as his hands prowled Arthur's now thoroughly aroused
body. Arthur had never kissed a man before but he had bedded many a wench
and wife in his years. Closing his eyes he went with the feeling and let
the warrior take him. The senses of a woman are different from those of a
man and Arthur squirmed even as he enjoyed the new sensations of pleasure
that his new body rewarded him with. As a man Arthur had always been the
aggressor, now Geoffrey the Duke, tore off his own clothes with a practiced
ease and most of those of his wife Elena.
It was the work of a few second before Arthur saw and felt the Duke steel.
A mighty man, a mighty warrior and a battle trained lover, his Adams rod
was huge red and engorged. Standing almost straight up in the air the
mighty tool was fair to bursting as the purple head was already bubbling.
Arthur found himself fondling the mighty Lion that was within the grip of
Elena's dainty hand and passing ready to deflower him. With a sense of awe,
he became aware that his dew laden sex bud was moist in anticipation.
Arthur was not Elena but he wore her body like many an actor he would play
the role to the hilt. Arthur as man had prided himself as a man on being
well equipped for love, but found himself humbled at the sight of the giant
cock that had hardened to stone at his touch.
Arthur's moist red lips trembled as Geoffrey mated his searching lips and
tongue to those of his Lady love, Geoffrey's pleasure was unequaled as the
delayed but welcome enthusiasm that his wife was showing him tonight. In
the moonlight, under the stars, she' looked bewitching and she followed his
lead as they started to dance to an age old tune.
Arthur opened Elena's legs, and with a trembling voice said, Oh Geoffrey,
hurry fill me make me a woman, your wife. Geoffrey felt a rush of love for
the Lady under him, awaiting his pleasure and with an all devouring kiss he
ravaged and bit his wife's swan white neck, as the musty scent of her
womanhood, her pollen sent him into raptures of delight. Like the hero's of
old he thrust his massive tool into the woman's cunt pinning his love to
the bed, spitted like a boar on a spear. It was a tight fit, Elena's
womanly parts expanded to capture the intruding organ, as Arthur gasped.
"Oh, oh, it's too huge...no," in futile , faint and unmeant protest.
Everything felt right as Geoffrey was not to be denied and continued until
he had probed her deepest womb. In response the woman wrapped her legs
around the man's waist drawing him to her temple of love. Arthur felt he
was going to burst as the man's frenetic pumping went on forever. Elena's
body was made for love and the woman who had been Arthur kissed the man
back with a fierce passion of lust and love? Arthur was ridden like a young
filly in a Spring field as the muscular stud gave her never-ending a
storms
of pleasure. Fucking as a man had always been great fun, but playing the
woman's role, being fucked was the stuff that dreams were made of, and
Arthur was in delirium.
Each thrust was met with a counterthrust as Arthur's vestige of manly
identity slip further away, he knew, that once he had been a man but now
was he woman?, Everything seemed to have changed. the question was he a man
was absurd, twas not possible as a man was fucking him and he was a
wanton,
a slut, a wench, a woman of surpassing beauty, of large ripe breasts and a
vagina full of ripe juices that lubricated his tight cunt.
His cock gone now and forever the new Elena thrust back as she kicked
screamed and clawed her lovers back raw, biting him like a cat in heat,
always demanding more.
Geoffrey came with a torrent of manly essence, his potent seed was shot
into the deepest part of Elena's voluptuous body and each time Geoffrey
exploded he knew he was making a son for himself. With a final potent
thrust Geoffrey emptied himself into his wife, his beautiful and willing
wife. Geoffrey kissed the person he knew as Elena with a newfound passion
and collapsed.
"My sweetness, my all, you wear me out, I love you, your are my hearts'
desire," the exhausted man said. Never before had Geoffrey felt the spirit
of love come out of this woman. Before it had been more mechanical,
passionate yet cold, tonight in the moonlight his heart reached out in love
and that love and passion had been returned. Arthur thrilled and
pleasured,
the way no man he knew of had ever been, Now he was motionless as his lover
lay still pining him to the bed. Arthur reached out and with his dainty
hands caressed the Hercules that lay on top of him as slowly, very slowly
the big mans penis shrunk. Arthur's sense of identity was shattered, what
would his Lord have said, the Iron Duke, had he known the woman he had just
taken was actually a man in his wife's stolen body? Could he have
perceived
the difference. Arthur a man that morning now felt he had been made a
woman, Arthur now the Lady Elena and he felt misty eyed as she slid into an
exhausted dream-filled sleep.
A New Day Dawns
The morning's call of nature awakened Lady Elena, at her side Duke Geoffrey
was snoring, sleeping the sleep of the blessed. Elena looked in the
looking
glass and saw her own beauty and that of the new day that was all around.
The sun was just coming up and looking out her window she could see men and
women setting up stalls, it was Saturday, the market day. There would be
no
war this year, to gain land or money, men and women and children now abed
would, had they known, the nearness of their doom would have given thanks
for their salvation. The poor of the Forest of Avalon would, as all people
try to make their lives better and today at least, not fear for their
lives.
Elena felt chilled for a second as she headed for the chamber pot that
stood near the window. For the first time she squatted over the pot and a
torrent of urine, fluids and sperm jetted out of her. Taking a towel she
used water and soap and carefully cleaned herself, her new body felt oddly
normal. With a narcissistic and self conscious manner she felt her face,
her lovely breasts and her new womanly genitals, guiltily she was excited
by the smell, the tastes of her body. Her once weak eyes were strong again
and she had teeth now where they had fallen out and as she felt her new
female organs she was mildly dismayed by the loss of her cock. Touching her
new opening she smelled her fingers and there was the scent of a woman, a
fishy smell. With a quick wipe and a good cleaning she ended her reverie
and Elena with a practiced hand flung the waste water into the alley below,
forgetting to give fair warning, she was confounded by a cry of rage from
a poor unfortunate below. Oh,well.....
Giggling, from nervousness, Elena stood before a large looking glass as she
finished a morning routine. The woman in the glass was perfection as she
ran a comb through her long lustrous hair, but those bite marks the Duke
had left were very prominent she knew that she would have to cover herself
with scarves for modesty sake. Though, everybody knew the Duke was an
insatiable animal in bed anyway, it wasn't a secret. His bastards were all
over Shire and her having marks of passion might keep just keep the other
women away.
A thought formed in her consciousness, the former owner of this body had
been a cold and evil person and would have started a war, and if not for
Cedric she would have been dead today. "What of Cedric?"
Putting on a robe she went to the door and quietly opened it, going down
the hall 15 feet she haltingly peered into a sunlit chamber. There inside
was Lady Margaret on her back, on top of her was Michael Goodhugh, Captain
of the Guard, a well made and hardened rogue, a fantasy lover for many of
the women of the shire.
Elena, momentarily a silent voyeur, when Margaret opened her bright black
eyes and smiled. With an easy grace she shrugged off the warrior on top of
her and got up. Like Venus rising from the waves she was a Goddess, she was
busty, beautiful and totally nude and it was apparent she had been well
fucked, with a smile on her face sperm and female fluids dripped out of her
womanhood. Taking a robe from a peg, she put her hand to her mouth,
pleading for silence, Margaret showed her mistress the door and they went
outside.
Feminine Wiles
"The brunette beauty peered at the Lady Elena. "Well Lord, what do you
think of our new station?"
"Margaret, you mistake me, I am the Lady Elena wife, to the Duke of
Warwick, and a broad smile was on her face as Elena took the Margaret in
her arms and the two women kissed and cried as they held each other in the
corridor.
"Lady," said Elena, "how did this all come about? True you saved our land
but tell me how this happened. Were you as a man a lover of men, is this
why you changed us into women?"
In a sweet tone, Margaret answered, shaking her head, A man yesterday,
today I am a woman, does it matter, I think not for I am God's creature and
I love Michael dearly. Evil does not proclaim itself and a woman wearing a
comely form may be the devil's imp. My form is one of beauty but the Lady
Margaret was the trickster's pupil a familiar of the Devil. From Margaret's
her own lips I heard her and her ladies plans of war, for our home, our
land and for our own destruction, I could not stand by and do nothing.
By the light of the moon and the rise of the sun I plotted until I found a
way to change what would have been. With a pouting mouth and that twinkle
in her eye Margaret continued now and forever we are women, and these are
our men. Perhaps milady I always felt a bit a woman , but no, I was not a
lover of men, until last night of course." The dark beauty reddened a bit
as she said , "yet now I find I like being the woman better than being the
man. I was always a nurturer and it's always better to be with someone you
love." "Love, what do you mean?", Elena asked Margaret, pouted and with a
womanly twirl answered. "Well my lover is my own grandson, whom I have
loved since he was a little tyke, I would not let calamity befall him.
Elena's mouth fell open and she put her hand over it even as Margaret
continued.
I spied on him and Margaret to protect him, for I trusted her not. When in
a lovers tryst I heard her plan and knew that I would have to take action.
Till that time I knew she was a cat, but I had not dreamed that she and her
mistress would have so cruel a plan. She was an evil bitch, a hell spawn
and I knew that I could have no mercy with her. I reasoned that I would be
the best person to take care of Michael. For years I have dabbled in the
arcane arts, and with regret I planned to take her place and you the Lady
Elaine's. It was for our land, our family and you that I plotted this
exchange of mortal clothes. With a change of body's I stopped the war and
Michael my love will always be mine. If the truth be known some would be
aghast, but our bodies are not of the same family so there is no problem or
chance of us bringing idiots into the world.
I checked with our Priest found support. When Michael takes this body to
wife, what matter if my soul is within it or that of the witchery woman.
Our souls need each other and I would not see him destroyed by the witch
Margaret. At next full moon rise we will be wed, and he will never know who
I am for I will be his wife in all ways and I will take care of him and
bear his children. A look of love spread on Margaret's face. "Once a man,
now in this vessel, this lovely form I am a full woman."
The man in Lady Elena was both repelled and amazed. Both woman kissed and
hugged as Elena said "go back to your man, he needs you. Elena mused, as
Margaret hurried off, "The poets say lover conquers all."
Geoffrey snored happily as Elena lay down beside her husband and with a
wistful look peered under the covers, Geoffrey was ready and with womanly
confidence Elena started to finish the job from the night before.
And they all lived happily every after, Lady Elena and the Duke had twins
in the spring and Margaret and her loving spouse that year had a little
girl they named Mary. As to the evil women who plotted war, well Arthur and
Cedric roomed together as celibate bachelors, the Lady's disobedient
minions had gotten drunk and castrated both men but it seemed only to have
made them gentler. At least they lived out their days gardening at the
monastery in a happy fog, never again to know the depth of evil that was in
their souls.
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