Wrong Place, Wrong Time Chapter 1 free porn video

WRONG PLACE WRONG TIME CHAPTER 1 Breakdowns are commonplace. If they happen in a city, they can be dealt with, but out on a quiet road in the middle or nowhere, its more of a problem, that's the problem that I faced right now. My name is Scott, now you know who I am, as for the place, its somewhere in New Mexico. I was on my way to Albuquerque to catch up with some friends that I hadn't seen in nearly a decade. It was my first trip to the states so I thought id see it the best way possible, by road. After flying into Houston from Sydney, then LA, I took in the Alamo, the famous Cadillac ranch, then headed for Roswell, the site of the 1947 alien crashlanding. Out here, I was easy to see why so many early explorers wanted to see more and more of America. An hour out of Roswell, steam rose out of the bonnet and my car died on me. I was no expert on cars, but after a detailed examination of the engine, I was still no wiser as to why it had died on me, but even if I was, it was out of my hands, so I got out and started walking, hoping that I could pick up a ride to the nearest town or service station. As it got hotter, I began to regret leaving the car, at least in there, I had shelter, but out here in the heat, I had none. I soon finished off the water that id brought with me and continued walking. Just as I thought I was seconds from passing out, I saw a rest area just ahead, with parking space, water dispenser and a restroom block. Savouring the coolness as I splashed water over my face, I froze as I heard motorcycles and a heavier vehicle pull up outside, loud ones too from the sound of it. They had no idea I was there, so I stood just out of sight, listening. I heard several male voices and one or two female voices and continued to listen. Bikie gangs didn't have the best reputation in any country, Russia, the US, not even in Australia. Not all of them were into illegal activities, just a few outlaw gangs, but those few gave the legitimate ones a bad name, which wasn't fair. As I listened carefully, I could hear that two men were arguing, about risk and price. I heard them mention weapons and drugs, making me realise that I'd stopped to shelter in a very bad place. Moving closer to the exit, I risked a glance out and saw that there were at least 12 Harleys parked next to a black SUV. They were bikers, wearing the black leather and official Harley gear that they're famous for. One who I assumed was the leader, was arguing with the driver of the SUV. He was asking for more money for the shipment, whatever was inside the back of the SUV. The biker leader was at least 6ft 4in tall, maybe taller, and built pretty big, wearing boots, leather pants and a matching jacket. As the arguing got more intense, I watched silently as the leader swung at him, sending him to the ground hard, then reached for a silver 9mm pistol and shot him nearly point blank in the head. Shocked as he casually killed him, I spun back inside as my heart pounded faster. The biker leader had just killed a man, and would kill me if he found out that I had witnessed it. Quickly moving into one of the cubicles, I sat up on it with my feet on the seat as I heard several of the bikers enter the men's side, where I was hiding. They were complaining about having to carry him in, but also glad that they didn't have to pay him and could keep the shipment, whatever that was. As I squirmed on the seat, my elbow accidentally pushed down on the lever, flushing the toilet with a sound that carried all through the restroom block. Freezing, I heard them drop what I assumed was the body and kick at the stall doors. As I frantically took out my mobile phone and tried to get a signal, I dropped it as my stall door was kicked open. Wincing as I was yanked to my feet and nearly dragged out by one of the bikers, I found out just how tall they all were. They were all over 6ft tall, the one dragging me out was at least 6ft 2inches tall, reminding me of how short I was compared to them. I had stopped growing at 5ft 6inches high and had a slender build, something I got from my mother. Being not much taller than a lot of women, I was popular with them and got to know quite a few of them. Being quieter and shy, I could get closer to them than if I was taller and a lot more out there. As I was brought out to face the biker leader, I had to really tilt my head back to look up at him. I forced myself not to turn to look at the bloodstain on the asphalt as they all surrounded me, even the women with them. "You saw that, didn't you?" he asked me, not a statement, a question, I could tell immediately. "Yes, but, I wont tell anyone, not a soul, I swear," I quickly replied as his hand reached under his jacket, then stopped. "You've seen too much, so I can't just let you run off to the authorities, but.. I have an alternative, accept it, and I'll spare your life," he said as he again looked me over. "What... whats the alternative?" I nervously asked him, then fell to my knees, winded from the sudden punch to my stomach. "That doesn't matter, yes or no," he shouted at me as I fought to catch my breath. Knowing that I didn't have a choice, I nodded my head, then cried as something hit the back of my head hard. Blackness mercifully took me as I fell at his feet. A pounding in my head woke me up, that and the smell of roses, roses, I said to myself as I slowly opened my eyes. Glancing around, I saw that I was in a bedroom. Pretty decent furniture, a walk in closet, ensuite bathroom, Harley posters on the walls, clearly it was a master bedroom. As I tried to sit up, I felt something wrapped around my waist, constricting it, while something brushed against my face. Brushing it aside, I froze as I saw that it was a lock of blonde hair, I didn't have blonde hair. Quickly sitting up, I shook as I saw what I had been put into while I was unconscious. A white silk blouse was covering what felt like a corset around my waist, as well as a pair of very impressive breasts. As I traced my hands down my hourglass figure, I saw that my fingernails were painted pink. Instead of my pants, a pleated tartan miniskirt was wrapped around my waist, coming down to just mid thigh. What felt like ivory thigh high stockings covered my legs and I followed them down to see that my feet were snugly fitted into a pair of black leather knee high 3in heeled boots, with a zip going up the sides of them. Moving my gaze back up my body, I felt a tightness on my crotch and moved my fingers between my thighs. Sure that my cock and balls were there, I bit back a cry as I felt only a pussy there. Flipping my skirt up, I bit back another cry as I saw it was a realistic looking pussy, but when I felt it, it wasn't warm, like real skin would be. Hoping that my cock and balls were still there, I moved my hands up to the blouse and unbuttoned it to get a closer look at the D or E cup breasts hanging from my chest unsupported. They also weren't warm, so they were just as fake as my pussy, but why, why do this to me. If they wanted to keep me silent about what I'd seen, they could have killed me, why do all this to me. Slowly getting off the bed, I found I had to arch my back to adjust to the weight of my breast forms, plus the 3in heels made me raise my ass up as I walked. Unused to walking in heels, I nearly fell forward as I walked into the bathroom, then froze as I saw my full reflection. A long blonde wig was on my head, teased and curled in a very feminine style. Make up had also been expertly applied to my face to make me look very beautiful. Pink lipstick, blush, eyeshadow and eyeliner, foundation, it had all been applied. Even my ears had been pierced twice and earings dangled from my earlobes. Sometime between when I was knocked unconscious and when I woke up, I had had almost all of my body hair removed. My leg hair, arm hairs, it was all gone, except for the hair on my head, underneath my blonde wig. As I continued to stare at my new reflection, I heard a familiar voice say from the doorway, "There you are princess." Spinning around, I nearly fell in the 3in heels, which I was still getting used to. "You, you did this to me, why?" I asked him as he looked me over lustfully. "I think that should be obvious princess, your going to be my girl, my woman, you looked enough like one before, I've just completed your transformation," he told me as he walked in, towering over me even as I was just shy of 6ft now with the boots. "It was either this, or I bury you somewhere. You were too good to just.. Throw away, so I'm keeping you. You'll have a lot to get used to as my princess, but you'll come to like it and be a good girl for me," he added as I stood there. Taking my slender hand in his bigger one, he lead me to the bedroom door, then lead me downstairs. More bedrooms dotted the hallway as I was lead down it, then down another set of stairs to the ground floor. I could hear voices and laughter, squeals and laughs coming from female mouths as I was lead closer to the main living room. "Everyone, I present Mary Beth," he stated to the assembled bikies. They stared silently at me, unsure what to say as I avoided their gazes and stared at my feet. "Don't be shy now, say hello to everyone," he urged me as his hands dug into my shoulders. Forcing myself to look up at them, I weakly smiled. "Hello," I softly repeated to them as my breast forms rose and fell underneath my blouse. "Lets all make her welcome, and understand this, she's mine and mine alone, no one else is to take her or use her for themselves. Unless she's been a bad girl, then.. She's yours," he told them as I began to panic again. Feeling my shivers, he pressed me back against him. The scent of roses that covered my body contrasted with the smells of cigarettes, beer and drugs in the room, while the bikie leader smelled only of leather and sweat. "Now, I'm going to give her the guided tour," he told them as he spun me around and walked me through the house. He showed me the kitchen, then outside to show me the grounds of the property. I had no idea if I was still in New Mexico, or if was in another state. It looked the same as he showed me the huge shed, where most of the bikes were parked and worked on. Most of the bikes were well maintained and expensive. Several boxes and crates were stacked up at the back. They could have contained drugs, weapons, or anything. I stayed with him and followed him out. A bit unused to walking in heels, I stumbled a bit, only to be helped up by him, surprising me after all that he had done to me so far. Smiling and softly thanking him, I held onto his hand as he lead me back to the house. The clubhouse, as he called it, was indeed 3 stories high and solid looking. Whatever they were doing, it was enough for them to live well here. Leading me back up to his bedroom, he sat me down and knelt in front of me. "Now listen to me carefully, I wont give you to them, or hurt you unless your bad. Your job is to keep me happy, pleasured, and join me on long rides. I cant keep a girl longer than a few weeks, so I figure you'll stay with me. You'll keep yourself looking pretty and smelling of roses, always pretty and available." "Those breast forms and the fake pussy wont be fake for long, I'll let your hair grow out and dye it blonde. I've always liked blondes, I'll put you on a regimen of hormones and drugs to help you along, then take you to a friendly doctor I know, who'll give you a real pussy, real breasts and alter your vocal chords to give you a sweet, feminine voice. I'll also have some surgery done on your face to give you the face of an angel, doesn't that sound like something you've always wanted," he asked me as I tried to speak, but couldn't. "I used a powerful dilapidory cream on you while you were sleeping. It will completely kill the hair follicles over time, so you'll use it until I'm sure you wont grow any hair on you other than the top of your head princess. Wont that be good, you wont have to shave your legs or have bikini waxes, ever," he said as my fingers traced over my smooth, hairless thighs. "I know, your lost for words, I knew you'd like it. If you ever try to escape, or to get help, you'll be punished, and anyone who does try to help you, will be dealt with, so don't ever try that," he added as I silently nodded my head in fear. Smiling at my nervousness, he left me there and walked out. Slowly glancing around, I looked for a phone, his or mine, while listening for his return. I didn't want to dress like this or be given real breasts and a pussy, I had to escape, but failure would be severely punished, how could I get around that, I asked myself as I sighed and laid back on the bed. If I had been taller, I would have looked less feminine, but being over 5ft 7in tall, he would probably have just killed me. He let me rest for the day, then called me down for dinner. Guiding me into the lounge room, he had me sit on his lap and fed me as if I was a child while we watched TV. As I squirmed, I felt his cock hardening up underneath my firm ass and skirt. As I swallowed, he had me lay back against him, then reached up to squeeze my right breast, playing with it even though it wasn't real. "Mmm, I cant wait until you have real ones, can you," he whispered into my ear. "No, no, I cant," I softly replied as his hand moved to my other breast and fed me. "Call me Erik," he softly told me as I nodded my head and endured his pawing. Now I knew how women felt when they were being pawed at. After watching a few movies with the other bikers, he excused himself and lead me back up to the bedroom. "When we're on the road, you;ll dress in sexy Harley riding gear, black leather, or something equally sexy, but in the bedroom, in motels and here, you'll dress as sensually as possible," he told me as he had me undress, then change into a pink satin baby doll nightie and a matching thong. Before letting me rest, he had me bend over, then injected me with something. Biting my lip, I bit back a cry as the needle went into my right ass cheek. "There there, all done for tonight. You'll get another one in the morning. In case your wondering, the breast forms, fake pussy, clothes and hormones were from a truck that we jacked. I don't know who had ordered them, and I nearly threw them out or sold them, but I don't throw away anything that might be useful," he told me as he had me turn around, then had me undress him. Helping him out of his jacket, then his tshirt, I knelt down to take off his boots as well. I felt more humiliated and helpless as I acted like his slut. My heavy breast forms swayed under the nightie and gave me cleavage that most women would have envied. As I unzipped his leather pants and pulled them down, I stared at his crotch and saw just how hard he was. "Touch it Beth," he told me as he softly stroked my blonde wig. Swallowing nervously, I rubbed my slender hand over his crotch and moved it back as it twitched against my hand. "Don't be afraid princess, it won't bite, take it out and play with it," he ordered me as he stood over me. Now that he was naked, I could see how well built he was, along with his many tattoos. Tugging at his underwear, I slid it down, then moved as his thick cock sprang out. Laughing at my reaction, he only pulled me back against him so my cheek was pressed against his cock. "Kiss it pet, show me that you're a good girl and want to live past tonight," he ordered me as he held onto my shoulder. Ashamed and humiliated beyond words, I leaned closer and softly kissed it. I hated to have to do it, so kiss another cock, I wasn't gay or bi, and id never done this before, I'd never wanted to. "Good girl, now lick it, its going inside you so do a good job," he ordered me as he took a swig from the beer he'd brought in. "I can't, I can't do this, I won't," I pleaded with them and managed to pull free from his grip. I didn't get more than 3 steps before he had caught me, bent me over the bed and spanked me hard. Blinking away tears as he spanked me again and again, I cried and pleaded as my raised ass was hit again and again. "What you want doesn't matter pet, all you need to remember is that if you don't obey me, I'll bury you, or worse, give you to someone else. If you think I'm bad, your very much mistaken, now, get to work," he growled at me as I was spun around and made to kneel in front of him again. Even as tears flowed down my cheeks, I slowly ran my tongue back and forth along his shaft, bigger than mine ever was. Unable to look up at him as he guided me, I did what he asked, then suckled on the head of his thick cock as well. "Good princess, good, just relax and go with it, I'll treat you right, keep you safe and in feminine finery. You'll never have to worry about food, money. All you have to worry your pretty little head about is pleasing and obeying me," he stated, then pulled me away and bent me over the bed again. I didn't dare move as he took out something, then slid a finger into my virgin anus. Something very cold was rubbed around it and inside me from behind. Without asking, I knew that it was some kind of lubricant, clearly he didn't want to cause me too much pain the first time. Staying very still, I let him part my thighs, then slowly slide into me. Tossing my head back and forth, I gasped as his cock was slowly guided into me, stretching me like it was never meant to be stretched. When he thought I was ready, he pulled back, then slid into me again, bringing loud gasps and cries from my lips. Again and again he slid into me, stretching me wider and wider. As he thrust into me, he gripped my breast forms and pulled on them, which pulled on the glue attaching them to my chest and making me wince. I lost all track of time until he came deep inside my ass, filling me with his cum as I was bent over it. Shuddering and wincing, he slowed down, then let the pain die down. "See, nothing to it, soon it wont hurt at all, as you'll be wide enough to fit anyone's cock," he whispered to me, then slid out of me. ?Get cleaned up and join me in bed," he told me as he collapsed onto the bed. Slowly getting up, I rubbed my sore ass and walked to the bathroom. My hips swayed as I walked with my thighs parted. Hoping that the pain would go, I sat down on the porcelain throne and peed. Unable to pee standing up now, I watched as it came out in a spray from between my legs, just like if I was a real girl. Wiping myself, I stood up and washed my hands, then walked back into the bedroom. More than ever, I wanted to run, to leap out the window or beat him, but I just slipped under the sheets and let his strong arm wrap around me and hold me against him. I woke up as sunlight streamed in through the window. I heard soft voices from below and didn't move, clearly Erik wasn't a morning person. It didn't take long for me to try to squirm away, which woke him up. "Going somewhere princess," he asked me in a soft voice, which I knew was anything but, then laid still against his chest, my slender arms and silicone breast forms pressed against it as he relaxed again. "No, no I wasn't, I was just... getting comfortable," I replied as he stretched out, then let go of me. "Have a shower Beth, there's lingerie and clothes for you in the closet, ensure that your dressed sensuously and smelling of roses. When your dressed, Angie and Tina will help you with your hair and make up. You'll learn to do it on your own though, as when we're on the road, they wont always be available," he told me as I slipped out of bed and softly padded to the ensuite bathroom. Taking off my baby doll nightie, I felt more naked and trapped than ever as I turned on the shower and stood under the warm water. Having taken off my blonde wig, I washed my own hair, then used the scented body wash on my body. It felt weird to rub it over my breast forms and faux pussy. Feeling cleaner and better, I stepped out and dried myself off with a fluffy white towel and wrapped it around my waist like I normally would. Before I opened up the bathroom door, I realised my mistake and quickly took it off and wrapped it around my upper body, covering my breasts. Happy that I had remembered that just in time, I walked back out to the bedroom and glanced at Erik as I opened up the drawers of the dresser that had the name Mary Beth on them. Not surprised to find silk and satin panties, bra's and thigh high stockings in there, and in my size no less, I took out a pair of high cut white satin panties and stepped into them. Slipping them up my calves and thighs, I got them snug around my hips, covering my faux pussy and ass nicely. Taking off the towel, I took out a matching 36E satin bra and slipped my arms into it. Getting my breast forms into the bra cups, I managed to hook it in place behind me after 4 attempts and sighed happily as I was grateful for the support that they gave my breasts, then chose a pair of white silk thigh high stockings that he was holding up for me. All my leg hair was gone, clearly when I was unconscious, leaving my legs silky smooth and like any girls legs. Sitting down, I carefully rolled both stockings up my legs, then stood up and opened up the walk in closet. Most of the contents were his, big leather jackets, pants, boots and other items. On the other side were clearly my items, smaller leather jackets, bustiers, pants, and below them were several pairs of leather boots, all with heels ranging from 3 to 5 inches high. Unsure what to choose, I knew that he wanted me to dress sensuously, then looked for what id love to see a woman in. Choosing a white brocade corset and matching miniskirt, I slipped into the miniskirt and wrapped the corset around my slender waist. Holding it in place as best I could and began to lace it up, or tried to. Just as I was about to give up, I felt two hands tugging at the laces. "Its ok sister, I'll help," I heard a familiar feminine voice say from behind me, then held onto the shelf as she tightened the laces and made the corset give me the sexy curvy figure that women would envy. "Tina, is it, thank you," I said to her as she tied off the laces, then wrapped a matching white choker around my neck. "Yes it is Beth, I'll help you with your make up, so watch and learn sister," she told me as she sat me down at the make up table set up in the corner, then began to complete my transformation. I watched her carefully, as id be punished, or worse if I didn't. 10 minutes later I was again a sexy and beautiful vixen. "There you are Beth," she whispered to me, then put two pairs of stud earrings through my earlobes, then slipped my feet into a pair of 4in white patent leather stiletto heels. As I stood in them, I swayed a bit, unsteady as she took my hands and helped me, then lead me downstairs to the kitchen, where some of the other men were talking and watching TV next door and waiting for breakfast. "We make breakfast for them, but its hard with just 4 of us, but you make 5, so we can make it faster," she told me as the other women were working on scrambled eggs, toast, bacon and beans. Teetering in my heels, I carried cups of coffee to the kitchen table where some of the bikers were sitting. I expected them to make a move, paw at me or openly stare at me, but they only briefly looked at me and took their coffees, thanking me softly and quickly averted their gaze. Clearly their leader scared them more than even I thought. "How do I get out of there? There has to be a way to escape, I don't want to be Mary Beth," I whispered to Tina as she buttered toast. "No, don't even think about it, trust me, if he thinks that your planning to escape, he'll do terrible things to you. You really don't want to find out what he's capable of. You cant get away from here on foot, not in those heels, or barefoot, and good luck getting your hands on any keys to one of the motorcycles," she softly whispered to me, then gave me a tray with toast and scrambled eggs on it, along with two cups of coffee. "That's your mans, tomorrow you'll do it on your own, but for today, we helped you," Angie, a brunette, said to me as I looked down at the fresh food, then silently carried it upstairs. My stiletto heels clicked on the steps and my feet soon began to hurt, no wonder women only wore these when they had to, I told myself as I swayed my hips to walk more easily in them and carried it into our bedroom. "Ah, breakfast, took you long enough princess," he said to me as he stared at the fresh breakfast on the tray. Quickly carrying it over to him, he took it from me, then let me sit down next to him. Taking the coffee that he offered me, I sipped at it as he savoured his full breakfast. He nearly cleared all of his plates, then put the tray on my lap and told me to finish off what was left. Eating the leftover toast and scrambled eggs, he softly caressed down my arm and took in my scent. "Just like Mary Beth, she was the first girl I ever had a crush on, but she was dating someone else at the time. I don't know what happened to her, but.. I always wondered. that's why I gave you her name," he told me as I finished my coffee. Well, that was one mystery solved. After that, he had a shower, then took me out for a walk. He showed me just how big the property was, how far it was from the access road, how private it was. If I was to escape, I'd need a harley or another vehicle, there was no way I could walk out of here. The regimen of hormones continued, my skin softened and I began to develop feminine curves. I soon developed A cup breasts from the hormones and got used to the sight of breasts in front of me. I'd always been a tit man and loved looking at them, just not from this angle. I made him breakfast every morning and only ate what he let me, but once I had some privacy, I made sure I ate something a lot more substantial. I soon got used to the breasts in front of me, though I did wonder how women dealt with them, always there and in the way at times. I continued to use the dilapidory cream until he was sure that I'd never grow any more body hair. I continued to plan my escape as I acted the part of his loving, loyal woman. After only a few weeks, he took me into the closest town, I couldn't tell which one it was, as it was late at night. It was my first time in a vehicle since my own one had stalled. Sitting in the back of the black SUV that had been owned by the dead man, I sat in the back with my long legs crossed. So close to freedom, yet so far, I thought to myself as we drove down the main street. He had told me to dress sexily, so I had. I had chosen a sexy black silk thong, a familiar basque style corset was around my waist. I was rarely without a corset around my waist, keeping my figure in an hourglass shape. Over that, I had on a black zip up leather dress, that hugged my increasingly feminine figure perfectly. My cleavage showed of course as I rested my smooth, slender hands on my lap. Seamed black silk stockings and 4in strappy heels completed my sultry look. Having no idea why I was being brought into town this late at night, I was surprised as he stopped the car in front of a house just outside of town and let me out. Holding onto my slender hand, he lead me up to the front door and knocked on it. He had clearly pre planned this as he handed the woman who answered a roll of greenbacks and made me walk inside. My heels clicked on the floor as I walked, a sound that I was used to and resigned to hearing most of the time. Taking me into a back room, she had me sit back in a hairdressing studio, then proceeded to give me long blonde hair extensions. My own hair grew very slow, which must have fustrated Erik as I was here. Without a watch, I couldn't keep track of time, one more thing that he held over me, I rested while she worked, then sat up as she directed me to and showed me my reflection. My eyes opened wide as I saw the long, blonde hair cascading down my back in very sexy curls. I couldn't believe that it was all real, and all mine. Next he would give me real breasts, pussy and alter my voice. I had to get away before he did that, but how. After listening to her tell me how to care for my new hair, she took me out and presented me to my man. He stared at me for several seconds, then smiled happily and lead me back out to the parked SUV. My normal duties continued. I was glad that I didn't have to wear the wig anymore, but let me tell you, long hair is a pain to look after. I kept it shampooed and conditioned, shiny and well cared for, as I didn't dare anger Erik. Every few days, the women, which included me, would clean up the house, vacuuming and cleaning it from top to bottom. While the other women wore more regular clothes, Erik had me wear a black satin French maids outfit. Its short skirt and petticoats moved while I worked, and the tight bodice kept my tummy flat and heavy breasts supported. Teetering in my matching black 5in stiletto heels, I vacuumed the carpets while the other women cleaned the kitchen. It was times like this that I thought even more about escape, escape from my satin prison, but every time I did, I was reminded of my footwear and the semi isolated location of the clubhouse. As I finished vacuuming the lounge room, which really needed it, I froze as I felt big hands against my perfectly smooth as cheeks. "I love watching you work princess, makes me horny just watching you," my man whispered into my ear as I teetered a bit against him. Knowing what was to come, I silently bent over the couch and flipped my satin skirt up. After 3 months, my ass was well stretched, which ensured that it didn't hurt as much when he took me from behind, which he did as I offered myself to him. Holding onto the couch as he thrust back and forth into me, I wondered if anyone out there was looking for me, if they had found my rental car or mobile phone. Knowing what he liked, I moaned and squirmed as if I truly loved being taken by him. As he held onto my hips, he buried his thick cock deep inside me and gasped as he came deep inside my ass. Closing my eyes, I moaned and leaned over even more, letting him sink deeper into me. Whatever made it over faster, I was willing to do it, and once he had cum inside me, he usually collapsed into his bed, leaving me alone for a few hours. It was at these times that I was the happiest, not just because he was sated, but because I could spend time with the women and pleasure them. They had taught me all that I had to learn, how to properly pleasure Erik, how to walk properly and sensuously, how to keep my blonde tresses styled properly, the works. Swaying my hips as I walked, I walked upstairs to Angie's bedroom where she was on all fours, being taken from behind by Tina with a black strap on. Walking up behind Tina, I turned her head to me and passionately kissed her. Loving the taste and feel of her sweet lips, I caressed her heaving breasts as she thrust into Angie from behind. Loving the sweet sounds they made, I slipped out of my maids outfit, then put on a pink strap on around my hips and right over my faux pussy. If I had had access to my cock, I would have taken them with that, but the faux pussy and the hormones I was on made that impossible. Getting behind Tina, I slid my own strap on into her anus as she slid into Angie. Holding onto her hips, I thrust into her as her moans and cries got louder and louder. As this was one of the few happy times I had here, I made the most of it and thrust deep into Tina. Riding her, I held onto her and nibbled on her shoulders as she shook and came against me while bringing Angie to a shuddering orgasm as well. Tina slid out and away from me, then had me sit down, then straddled me and kissed me. The scent of sex and arousal filled the room as all three of us writhed and interwined on the bed. About a week after our threesome, I was straddling Erik and giving him a long, relaxing back massage. Wearing only a satin miniskirt and matching underwire bra, I massaged his shoulders as he lay on the bed, resting and sighing as I worked. I lifted my head up as I heard a car pull up outside and wondered who that could be. He took calls at any time of the day and would leave for several hours at a time, telling me what my own dad had told me when I was younger, that he was going to see a man about a dog. Getting off him as he slipped from underneath me, I lay on my side and rested my hand on my hip as he walked to the window and looked out. "Stay here for a few mins pet, then come downstairs," he said to me as he put a shirt on and headed downstairs. Idly wrapping a lock of hair around my finger, I dutifully waited for 5 minutes, then slipped a pair of 3in sling back heels on my feet and went downstairs. I heard him talking to two other people and looked in to see who they were. They looked up at me as I peeked in and smiled as they saw what I had on. "There you are pet, come in and meet deputy sheriff Danny Austin, and detective Andy Garrin of the Santa Fe PD," he said to me as I slowly walked in and nodded hello to them. "Don't be shy, she's still getting used to life with me, but she loves it, get them a beer from the fridge while I check on something out back," he told me, then walked out. My heart pounded as I hoped they would help me, they were the authorities, they had to. Taking out two beers, I opened them up and brought them out to them. "So, you're his newest woman, you certainly look the part," Austin said to me as I gave them to them and sat down, crossing my long legs automatically. Their eyes went to my toned thighs almost immediately, which wasn't a surprise as I exercised during the day to keep my figure. "Please, I need your help, he murdered someone and kidnapped me. He's feminising me, please, you have to help me," I softly pleaded with them as they drank from their bottles, then looked to each other. "You were right Erik, she asked for help," he called out as I froze in fear. "I hoped you wouldn't do that, I had hope, now I'll have to punish you," I heard Erik say from behind as I was pulled to my feet and hustled upstairs. Fearful I bucked and screamed for help. Desperate, I kicked at him with my heels as I was forced up the stairs, bent over the bed, then had my wrists cuffed behind me. My ankles were soon cuffed as well, then a leather belt was wrapped around my upper arms, preventing me from bringing my cuffed wrists in front of me. "Perhaps a few hours in the closet will teach you not to be a bad girl," he said to me as he put me in, then turned off the light and locked the door. No matter how much I struggled, I couldn't free my arms or force the door open. I have no idea how long I was in there, but my eyes blinked when he opened it up and carried me out. "Since you seem so intent on getting attention, there's something you should see," he told me as he released my arms, then dropped a copy of one of New Mexico's papers on the bed in front of me. Turning to page 3, I froze as I began to read the article. It concerned the murder of Jon Furgeson, an ex con who had been out of prison for 3 months. His body had been found in a ditch not far from the town of Santa Rosa. His SUV wasn't found, but a 9mm pistol was, that had my fingerprints on it. No other prints were found on it so it was assumed that I had murdered him. I was wanted for questioning for murder and grand theft auto. The paper was dated a few days after I had left Roswell. My wide open eyes said it all as I looked up at Erik. "So princess, even if you do manage to escape, you'll have a lot of explaining to do. There's no way you could avoid being charged with murder," he told me as I traced a pink fingernail over the newsprint, then lunged at him, screaming as my hands went for his throat. Easily stopping me, he pinned me to the bed, with both slender wrists held by one of his hands. His other one was pressed over my pink lipstick covered lips as I sobbed and wriggled underneath him. "Admit it princess, your screwed, you can never go back to being Scott, you'll be Mary Beth for the rest of your life, now calm down," he said to me as I exhausted myself and slumped down underneath him. "Good, now compose yourself, fix your make up and return downstairs when your able," he added as he let go of me, uncuffed my ankles and left the room. Turning on my side, I wiped away tears as I looked at the newspaper article again, rereading it as if hoping it would change, but it didn't. After an hour of crying, which I attributed to the estrogen in my system, I got up and fixed my make up and returned downstairs. My eyes were still a bit puffy from crying as I stopped just outside the lounge room. Glancing down at my 32E cup breasts, I ran my slender hands over them, then walked into sight. Swaying my hips as I'd learned to, I walked with a sexy, nightclub sway as I walked around the couch, straddled Erik and passionately kissed him. Deep down hating him, I gazed into his eyes and continued to kiss him, French kissing him as my arms went around his neck. His own hands rested on my lower back and ass as we kissed, then he pulled back for air. "Well well, I assume your feeling better princess," he asked me as I gazed up at him. "Yes, I'm sorry I acted up, I wont do it again, it must be my time of the month," I replied as I kissed him again, then turned my head to our guests. Swishing my hair like I'd seen Rita Hayworth do in a movie that I had watched with the other women, I smiled at them and ran my tongue over my pink, glossy lips. "I'm sorry as well, if there's anything more I can do to make you comfortable, just ask," I said to them as they watched us. "Our guests from law enforcement are on my payroll, they keep me informed of new investigations concerning me or my operations, basically anything that I might need to know. I ensured that they made some good busts and rapid promotions, so they work for me as well as the state of New Mexico," Erik told me as I squirmed a bit on his lap. "Now, go to them and ask them if there's anything you can do for them," he asked me as he gently spanked me and urged me off him. Slipping off his lap, I sensuously walked across to them and knelt in front of detective Garrin. My cleavage was shown off nicely as he looked me over. "Is there anything I can do for you, anything," I softly asked him as I gently rubbed my hand over his crotch. Even though he knew I wasn't a real woman, but was becoming aroused nevertheless. "Yes there is princess, you can help me with a not to little problem," he said almost playfully as he unzipped his pants. Knowing instantly what he wanted, I guided it out and caressed it with my soft fingers. Stroking and caressing it, I gently ran my tongue around the head, then slipped it past my lips and into my warm mouth. Guiding it deeper into my mouth, I bobbed my head back and forth on it as he held onto my blonde tresses, holding me in place as I performed oral sex on him, which still made me ashamed no matter how often I did it. I couldn't get used to the taste of cum either, but didn't dare spit it out when he gasped and spurted into my mouth. Swallowing down all of it, I didn't dare spill any of it as I cleaned his cock with my tongue, then zipped him back up. One look at his partners crotch told me that he had creamed his pants just watching me. Knowing from that that he was sated, I straddled detective Garrin and passionately kissed him while his hands cupped and played with my generous breast forms. "Mmmm, you struck gold with this one Erik, she's a real keeper," he added as I returned to Eriks lap and rested on it. As I tried to forget that I had had two cocks in my mouth, I watched as they were handed two thick envelopes, clearly their payoff for the month. As they left, they winked at me, clearly amused by the fact that I was trapped as his woman. About a week after their payoff, I was getting ready for bed and wondering what the weekend would bring when Erik walked in with a syringe, another shot of hormones for me to take. Silently bending over, I barely felt the tiny needle as he injected me, but instead of feeling a chill, I felt tired for some reason. "Nothing to worry about princess, I'm taking you to Doc Langley and his team for your first op, I don't want you getting too worried, so I gave you a mild sedative," he told me as he helped me into a white silk nightie, then lead me downstairs. Inside, I was scared and desperate, was he going to take away my cock and balls, or give me real breasts, or alter my voice and face. I had no idea as I was lead into the same SUV and driven from the property. I passed out not long after he put me in the back of the SUV, I have no idea how long I was unconscious for, but when consciousness returned, I felt sore on my chest and neck, as well as all over my face. When I tried to talk or move, I found that I couldn't. Everything was dark, and I couldn't move or talk. I was clearly kept sedated for most of my post op recovery because I passed out and woke up several times. The next time I heard Erik's voice, I felt a familiar bed against my skin, and smelt the familiar smells of the bedroom that we shared. "Its ok princess, you've been unconscious for several weeks now. Its time to see what you look like," he softly told me, then helped me to my feet. I was dependant on him as I walked barefoot next to him into the bathroom. I still felt weak from my long rest, and was both scared and impatient to see what had been done to me. Standing still as he took the bandages and pads from my face, I stared back at my reflection for the first time in weeks. A very different reflection stared back at me. What stood out was my bright blue eyes, permanent cosmetic inserts, he said, so that I would always have perfect vision and pretty blue eyes instead of my former brown ones. My face had undergone a lot of work. I now had a cute, upturned nose, high cheekbones and a delicate chin. My lips looked puffier than before, not a lot, but enough, clearly my lips had been enhanced with some collagen, not even my own parents would recognise me now. Glancing down at my firm breasts, supported by a lacy shelf bra, I reached up to feel them and shook as I felt warm skin. I had real breasts. He must have been waiting for this as he smiled from behind me. "Yes princess, no more breast forms for you, you now have a very real and sexy pair of 32E cup breasts', he said as he reached from behind me to cup and rub my sensitive pink nipples. "I can't, I... oh god," I softly said as I heard my new voice. Instead of my male voice, I had a very sexy female voice. Shocked, I glanced up at him as he smiled at the sound of my voice. "Talk in a sexy, soft purr Mary, like a girl should," he told me as he towered over me and let me see the rest of me. My perfect 32E cup breasts rose and fell in front of me as I noticed the diamond studded barbell piercing through my belly button and the ring going through my faux clit. "I had that taken off and had the doc remove your balls. No more testosterone production princess. I'll let you recover, then take you in for the final operation to make you completely female," he said proudly as my hips looked wider as well. My feet and ankles looked more slender and dainty than I remembered, which coaxed him into another explanation. "I had him work on your feet and ankles. That's why you were kept unconscious for so long, they needed to heal properly, and you had to be off your feet for that," he added as I felt the walls closing in on me. As tears of helplessness flowed down my cheeks, he turned me around held me against his chest. Fuming and angry, I squirmed and beat my slender fists against him as well. Surprisingly, he didn't spank me or anything, he just held me as I cried for what I had lost and what had been done to me. After what felt like hours, I slumped against him and felt him pick me up and carry me back into the bedroom. He left me there for perhaps an hour, then came in to get me ready to unveil me to the rest of the gang, who hadn't seen me yet. Naked in front of him, I was surprised as he helped me to get dressed instead. A black leather thong and matching leather bra were put on me, with the cups supporting and lifting up my new, real breasts. I would need a bra constantly from now on, I said softly to myself, then stepped into the black leather skirt up my long legs and wide hips to zip in place. As he looked from me to the closet, he took out a leather vest and had me slip my arms into it. The higher buttons were the only ones that could be done up, ensuring that my 32E breasts were prominently on show. A pair of 4in leather stiletto boots completed my new look, then I was left alone to apply on a coat of fresh make up. With my extensive experience, I expertly applied foundation, ruby red lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara and eyeliner to my face, which made me look my sultry, exotic self again. Standing up, I turned around and couldn't help but smile as I saw my leather clad ass, looking so very spankable, I pushed that thought away, then brushed my long blonde hair behind me and headed downstairs. I smelt sausages and steaks being cooked on a bbq outside, reminding me of home, when I would go to quite a few of them. Erik was waiting for me at the stairs as I walked down them to him. Taking my slender hand in his, he walked me out to where the gang and their women were eating and drinking. The scent of cooking meat filled the air and made my mouth water. "Everyone, here she is, back and better than before," he said loudly to get everyone's attention. Feeling more on show than before, I rested my hands on my hips and showed myself off to them, forcing myself to smile a sexy pouty smile and arch my back, pushing my breasts out in front of me as I'd learned to. Accepting a fresh hot dog from Erik, I bit into it and smiled as I savored something I hadn't had in several months. Doing my best not to mess up my lipstick and lip gloss, I finished it off and accepted another one. I balanced next to Erik and was resigned to the fact that I couldn't go back to my past life, not with my real breasts, altered face, voice and feet, plus there was the murder and grand theft SUV charge hanging over me if I ever tried to. Before I could ask for a third hot dog, he handed me a black purse and told me to look inside. Opening it up, I took out a birth certificate showing my new gender, female, my age- 23, and my full name- Mary Beth Anderson. Inside the ladies wallet was a New Mexico drivers licence with my new name on it as well, along with a fresh photo of me on it. End of part one, part two will be here soon. And, I am working on chapter 7 of Arizona secret society, I'm just a bit unsure of what to put in the middle of that one. I welcome ideas. I hope you like this first chapter of wrong place, wrong time.