The Knight and the Acolyte Book 8 Chapter 8 Impaled by the Minotaur
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That evening a guard escorted me to a computer that had been connected
to the Internet, and he said to me, "Four people have answered your
advert that was set up on the dating site. You don't have to talk to all
four if you don't want to, but you must pick at least one of them and
start chatting to him. Do not under any circumstances tell him the truth
about yourself or you will be severely punished. Remember, what you say
is being monitored from a central computer." He left me in peace and I
looked at the four profiles.
One was ugly and far too old. I thought Ewwww, yuck, no way. Two looked
ok but it was the fourth that really caught my eye. He was my age, with
brown hair and brown eyes and he looked good. If I had been a real girl
instead of a fake one I would certainly have been interested in him as a
boyfriend. I sent him a short message and the e-mail address and yahoo
address that I had been provided and soon afterwards we began to talk.
His name was Edward. At first it was small talk and I hated having to
lie to him about who I was but then it got more interesting. We had
webcams so we could see each other. Over time we began writing stories
together and created an imaginary world in which I could forget my
problems and where I really was.
After a month or so we began kissing and cuddling and eventually it
progressed to cybersex, and I felt a little embarrassed, but I had to
admit to myself that as long as I thought of myself as a girl, it was
possible for him to turn me on. After three months I was allowed to give
him *my* phone number and tell him that he could only phone me at
certain times. The phone was given to me at such times and taken away
again afterwards. By now the hormones that they made me take had given
me a girl's voice and so when I gave him *my* number and told him only
to call me at certain times, my voice sounded right to him.
He was kind, funny and made me feel loved and safe. When I was with him
I could forget that I was in prison and imagine myself as a real girl, a
girl with someone who cared about me. A part of me was genuinely falling
in love with him, as he was so fun to be with and obviously loved me,
but whatever remained of my male self was repulsed by the very idea of
having a boyfriend. I pushed it into the background and it was not just
to avoid getting into trouble either-part of me really enjoyed it.
After a hundred days I was brought before the Superintendent and fitted
with the punishment collar, which had been made to look like a golden
necklace. "Two guards in disguise will be watching you and the collar
has a bug in it so that if you try to escape or tell him the truth you
will be shocked and then taken back to your cell. Remember everything
you were taught-your new name, your cover story, and how to act female.
Of course if he tries to go too far with you, you must resist and tell
him that you're not that kind of girl. You don't want him to find out
your little secret, do you? Apart from that, you can talk with him about
whatever you two like to talk about. Politics, love talk, just chatting,
nothing is off limits. Kissing and cuddling is fine too, just keep your
clothes on."
My stomach was churning. I was happy to be able to go outside prison
walls for the first time in over seven years, and part of me really did
want to meet Edward and see if he was as nice a person offline as
online, and if I really could pass as a genuine girl after all my
training. The male heterosexual part of me was revolted at the thought
of having to become somebody's boyfriend and having to let him cuddle
and kiss me. I decided that if that was what it took to get out of the
Institute that was what I would have to do. They told me to dress really
well for Edward and that was what I did.
I placed small gold hoop earrings in my ears to go with the *necklace*
that had been placed on me, and then dressed myself in a shirt of purple
silk and blue trousers. I put a gold ring on one finger and a silver
ring with a small amethyst stone on the other, and attached the now
familiar Hello Kitty decals to my fingernails. A thick gold bracelet
went on each arm. I put on as little make-up as I could get away with
and decided not to wear lipstick, as he would be likely just to kiss it
off anyway. I took a white handbag with various odds and ends. Then they
looked me up and down and two of the guards, who were dressed as
civilians, took me to a car and drove me out to meet my date.
I considered many times trying to escape, but thoughts of being shocked
by the collar put that out of my head. I was only three months from
being released anyway if the Superintendent was telling the truth.
Besides I was wondering how the date would turn out.
He was waiting for me in the lobby of the cinema as we had arranged and
he ran into my arms and kissed me tenderly. Half of me was disgusted by
the fact that I was being forced to kiss a man but the other half, the
female self that had been drummed into me for so long, found it
enjoyable. Then we watched the movie and went to a burger bar and
chatted together. He took a small box from his pocket and gave it to me.
I didn't need to fake the smile when I opened it. It was a silver
necklace with a ball of little pearls at the bottom of it. I leaned
forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. "I love it, honey, and I
love you." At that moment I meant it. He was the only person in the
world who I felt truly cared about me. Then I forced myself to remember
that he didn't care about me, he cared about Amber Foyle, a girl who
didn't really exist. If he knew who I really was I'd be lucky if he
didn't break my jaw before my guards, sitting nearby out of uniform,
could intervene.
I forced myself to carry on the pretence of being his loving girlfriend
until at last the date came to an end. Only one more long kiss on my
lips and another on my forehead to endure when we said goodbye to each
other, and then my "family friends" came to take me "home". Over the
next week I had another "date" and then the Superintendent came to my
cell. "You only have another month left to serve and then you will be
released, on parole of course. As long as you refrain from committing
crime and stay as Amber Foyle, you need have no fear of returning to
prison. And as Amber you have no criminal record, so it won't be hard
for you to find reasonable employment. A small flat has been rented for
you under your protection program and we won't make you start paying the
rent until you find employment. Tomorrow we'll take you to see it, and
you can bring your boyfriend there for the evening."
"After that you will tell him that you will be going on a holiday for
three weeks to a country with no Internet access. We need to finish your
training." I shivered inside and thoughts raced through my head each
nastier then the last. I knew what he really wanted to do to me. He
wanted to subject me to surgery and have my private parts removed and
turned into a woman's vagina. I would have no chance to ever have
children or ever enjoy sex as a man again. Then I would probably be
forced to become Edward's girlfriend at the very least. And the pain
when I woke up from the operation and the itching as I slowly healed
would be horrendous. There was no way that I was going to allow myself
to be put under the knife and it was then that I decided to escape no
matter what it took.
The next afternoon I was taken out in the company of my guards to view
my new home. It was a bit small and poky, but comfortable enough. A
photo album and the necessary documents had been provided to support my
fake life down to the last detail. I knew that I was being watched too
well to escape there and then and that night I stayed awake out of fear,
using pillows and spare clothing to make it seem that I was asleep under
the covers. Several hours passed and I read the books provided in the
cell and turned my escape attempt over and over in my mind until I heard
footsteps approaching my cell and hid under the bed, my hormone grown
breasts and nipples pushing painfully against the ground, as the bolt
holding my cell closed was drawn back.
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