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Unchained By Swishy CHAPTER 1 When I think about that fateful moment I don't remember much. I was at the lowest point in my life, fully prepared for the fate I knew was coming. I cringed a little thinking about my future. I didn't deserve it and I doubted that any of the others that came before me deserved such a fate. I would have run away if I could but there was no chance. I was chained to the wall and escape was even impossible to contemplate. I looked at the prisoner on the other side of the room. We hadn't said a word to each other all day but usually we talked, even if only a little bit. I just wasn't in the mood to talk and he knew it. He looked so different to me today but then again he could very easily say the same thing about me. I heard the rattle of chains as I moved my left arm to scratch myself with all five fingers. It shattered the silence of the room. I moved my arm back and the chain rattled again. I needed to go to the toilet and although I really didn't want to see a guard, I really didn't want to piss all over the floor. "I need the toilet!" I hollered. My voice sounded weird. They never seemed to hear you until you were screeching your lungs out. "Toilet!!!" I hollered as I rattled my chains. I couldn't believed I was reduced to sitting on a cold stone floor naked, chained to a wall, trying to get someone to take me to the toilet. I'm an academic, for Christ's sake! "I need the fucking toilet!" "Shhh!" said O'Toole, my co-prisoner. He was a good kid, reminded me of myself at his age. He, however, was not the type of person to shush me. "Shut up! I can hear something!" I ceased my shouting and tried to listen. It was true, there were noises going on. Shouts, not mine, slid through the tiny gap under the large metal door. Lots of shouts. Usually this place was unnervingly quiet, like a morgue. Our captors were the silent types, using quiet threats of violence where others would use shouting. But I guess cults are rarely noisy. However, the creepy silence was preferable than the angry, menacing shouting that came trickling under the door. Both O'Toole and I sat there mesmerized, I almost forgot about what had happened to me last night. No words could be made out but it was clear that one group of people didn't like another group of people. "Do you think..." O'Toole started but I shushed him. I didn't think anything. I knew today was my day to go to 'The Farm' but this didn't sound related to my transfer. When Hedgpeth went to 'The Farm' it sounded like a completely normal day, no shouting at all. One moment he was there, kinda like he always was and then the guards came and took him away. Off to 'The Farm'. I desperately did not want to go to 'The Farm', but I wanted to die even less. It would be just my luck the day I was supposed to go above ground would be the day someone went crazy and shot everyone. In my weakest hours I would have leapt at the chance to go to 'The Farm', as I had been stuck in this putrid hole, chained to a wall for three months. I had the worst luck. It was because of my luck that I was stuck in here anyway. The shouting had gone on for two minutes or so, although it could have been an hour. Time was an impossible notion when stuck in a windowless dungeon for three months. The only way I knew I had been in here for three months was that two people before me had been hauled off to 'The Farm' and that happened on a monthly basis. O'Toole had only been in here for two weeks or so, so for a few gruelling weeks I was totally alone in the dungeon. While I felt bad for O'Toole being here, I was certainly happy for the company. "They've come to save us!" O'Toole chirped happily, "I know it!" His optimism was palpable. I tried not to get over-excited. O'Toole could be saved but I was already gone. Why hadn't they come a day earlier? One day would have made all the difference to me. Turns out that O'Toole was right. They were here to save us. The shouts got closer and louder until the big heavy door that separates us from the rest of the world swung open. Three men with gun slowly walked in, aiming wildly. "Don't shoot!" I squealed out, "We're prisoners!" The men were federal police, thank God. Here to arrest every single last Dragon member in the place. They knew what the Dragons had been up to and had the evidence to put them away. I was just lucky enough to be rescued but unlucky enough to be evidence. I was itching to get those infernal chains off. They haunted me all the time. Every movement of mine was heralded by the sound of heavy chains clanking together. Those chains gave me nightmares, in this day and age who used chains? Those Dragon bastards were incredibly brutal. One guy began the process of setting me free, while another helped O'Toole out. I was too ashamed to look the man in the eye but I did mutter 'Thank you' over one thousand times in a hushed voice while he undid my shackles. There were chains attached to every limb, one for each leg and arm. He dutifully tried all the keys on all the locks, slowly setting me free, limb by limb. My arms looked so skinny. "Here you go," said the man that freed me. "Easy now," he instructed as he helped me up. I held hand, I had held many hands in my life but this time felt strange. Finally I was free from the chains. I could finally move around wherever I wanted. "What's your name?" he asked me. "Wallace Jane," I told him and he gave me a weird look. "Don't worry, Miss Wallace, we'll have you out of here any minute now." *** They put O'Toole and I in the back of a police van. They told us in no uncertain terms that we weren't under arrest but were being transported somewhere else for debriefing and questioning. I thought it was the middle of the night when they rescued us but I knew I was wrong when the sun came streaming into my eyes. I hadn't seen it in so long that it blinded me. So much had changed since I last saw the sun. Both O'Toole and I were naked when we were rescued. Our captors had treated us essentially like animals and stripped us unceremoniously when we arrived. The stone floor was unbearably cold when I was first chained up, but I got used to it. The police had given us blankets to cover ourselves. It wasn't the best thing I had ever wore but I had never been so thankful for a square of cloth in my life. I didn't like the way the blanket scratched my supple skin though. O'Toole was crying with utter happiness, he was spared a terrible fate. I was not so lucky. I looked down at my naked body. I had lost so much. The van started up and it rattled onto the road. O'Toole must have seen the despair in my eyes. It wasn't hidden very well. "It's OK Wally, it could have been much worse. You could have been sent to 'The Farm'." I tried to cry but couldn't. I had ran out of tears a long time ago. 'The Farm' was a terrifying notion and I was glad I was spared that fate but my current fate was bad enough. "Look at me!" I gasped, finally letting emotion burst out of me, "I look like a fucking porn star!" I gesticulated wildly. It was true. My body resembled a beautiful, sexual woman's body down to the toenails. I exuded pure sexuality. My soft curves were a living definition of beauty. I was simply gorgeous and I hated it. Most beautiful women enjoy being that way, they revel in the attention they receive, they put on makeup to enhance it and they enjoy all the perks that are thrust towards them. I had not received such treatment yet, as I had only been a beautiful woman for less than 24 hours. Hell, I wasn't even a woman 24 hours ago. I was a 46-year-old man, a university lecturer and was definitely not beautiful. I was bald, doughy and missing two fingers on my left hand, not ugly but certainly no prize. I wiggled my fingers in front of my face, whatever the Dragons had done to me had given me 10 healthy fingers, perfect for giving businessmen vigorous hand-jobs. O'Toole sat beside me, draping a comforting arm over my shoulder. "Things could be so much worse, Wally. Look on the bright side, you're young, intelligent and most importantly; you are free. You've been saved, man. You can do anything you want." He brushed a long strand of brown hair out of my eyes, it had been so long since I was able to grow hair, let alone hair long enough to come in front of my eyes. Brendan O'Toole reminded me a lot of myself at his age. Outwardly he appeared invincible, nothing could slow him down but alone he was scared and very, very self-conscious. He had cried a lot in the dungeon, mostly provoked by the stories I had told him. No man wants to hear that in a matter of weeks he will be turned into a sex-craved bimbo. I had seen the men that had came before me and the women they were transformed in to. I was next and after me, O'Toole. But fate stepped in and O'Toole got to keep his 'tools', so to speak. He was a scammer by trade, an 'entrepreneur' as he would tell you. He's the type that was always trying to make a quick buck and sometimes getting away with it. When it didn't work, however, he would simply run away. Of course, he couldn't run away from the Dragons and he found himself, like me trapped in a dungeon waiting to be transformed and relocated to 'The Farm'. My guess was that he was in his early to mid- twenties, although he never really told me. I now looked younger than him; my new female body was firm and fit like a body that had spent no more than 20 very healthy years on this planet. I was glad that O'Toole was with me. He seemed like a great guy. I looked into his eyes, they were warm and comforting like a crackling fire in winter. "It's going to be OK," he told me and I wanted to believe him. I looked down to compare bodies. Both of our blankets were wide open. My large firm breasts were prominently on display. They were round, full and perky, just how everyone likes. If I was a 'normal' woman I may have blushed and pulled my blanket closed but I didn't mind. I had no emotional attachment to those soft and wobbly protuberances. How I wished to have O'Toole's body, it was hairy, it was strong and it was masculine. Even after living off scraps for a fortnight O'Toole was still in great shape. His chest was firm and hairy and led down to a classic '6-pack'. He must have spent as much time in the gym as he did stealing people's money. With a slight glance further down I could even see his cock. He didn't cover it up as we had spent the last two weeks chained to walls, naked, facing each other. But only now did I notice how majestic his cock looked. I guess you really don't know what you've got until it's gone. O'Toole was the lucky one, he still had his body. He could still make tender love to a woman. He could take her in his manly arms and take control of the love making session. I had been robbed of that. I missed my cock already. I was about to lament the loss of my favourite appendage so I turned to O'Toole. His eyes caught me off guard and I slipped and fell into them, sinking into their beautiful blueness. I moved closer to those eyes for a closer look, my unblanketed body touching his. Rubbing up against those scratchy blankets must have created a static charge because when my body touched his I felt a zap of electricity. I wanted O'Toole's body so bad that I could feel it. My heart pounded wildly as I reached out to grab it. I'm not sure what the plan was - whether I wanted to rip his skin off so that I could wear it or I wanted to rip out his brain - in either case I failed. All I did was move closer to him and kiss him. That's right, I kissed him. A deep and passionate kiss, like we were lovers reunited after months apart. I drew him towards me, exploring his mouth with my tongue. My body felt like it was on fire but a good type of fire. A kiss had never felt like this before and I wondered if anyone had ever felt this good before. A hand, mine in title only, traversed down O'Toole's rough body. The manly hairs felt good as they rushed between my fingertips. The hand landed in his warm lap. Having had one for 46 years, I knew a men's body expertly and I knew where my fingers were heading but there was nothing I could do to stop it. My hand brushed against his manhood. Now I'm not sure why I did it but I do know that it surprised me. My hand slowly grasped it, entwining my fingers around its shaft. It felt thick, much thicker than mine but I wasn't in the right place to accurately judge. I wanted to look down to see whether this was happening or it was all my imagination but my lips remained stuck to his. The van came to a stop as I felt the cock swell in my hand. Suddenly I had control of my body and mind again so I dropped his throbbing member like it was boiling hot. I groaned a little, like a wounded deer. My voice was sultry, something that had bugged me from the first time I opened my new mouth. "Sorry, I don't... know..." I spluttered. His eyes darted around the van looking everywhere but in my eyes, "It's OK. Things must be... confusing for you." They certainly were. I was rescued but there was no way of resuming my normal life. I was trapped inside a teenage boy's wet dream and didn't know what was going to happen next. I barely knew what had happened before. The van's door swung open and immediately sunlight assaulted my eyes. "OK, come this way," someone instructed. For the first time in three months, I was unchained. Unchained and terrified. ------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER 2 I asked for a mirror and some clothes. They went to get me both, quickly too. It was weird to be treated so well after so long in the dungeon. I was waiting to be questioned or de-briefed or whatever they wanted to do to me. They gave me a glass of water and I sipped it nervously. "It's so good to be free," O'Toole said, practically dancing. He had left his blanket on the bench and his cock swung around powerfully as he walked. I tried not to stare but my eyes were not cooperating. This body had needs and desires that I was quickly becoming aware of. "Could you... put your blanket back on?" I asked O'Toole meekly. "Huh?" he said, turning to face me. I blushed and turned away as if I was staring at the sun, "Your body is... well, arousing mine." I hated my new body. He nodded sombrely and donned the scratchy blanket, even though it was much too stuffy to wear a blanket in our little holding room. O'Toole and I stared at each other from either side of the room. It was like the dungeon again, sitting and staring and not saying the things on our mind. I had already had been rescued from the chains, the cold stone floor and those weirdos, all I left to rescued from was O'Toole and I was certain that we would so go our separate ways. Not that my body wanted that to happen. My body wanted him to pick me right then and there and have his way with me. My pussy began to lubricate, awaiting the arrival of O'Toole firm appendage. My hand, now in my body's control, began to massage my labia. It was the very first time I had felt it. It belonged to me. It felt so foreign and so familiar. I gasped in surprised but didn't stop. I wasn't sure I could stop. Those fucking Dragons had taken away my free will! I threw open my blanket and began stroking one of my nipples. It was hard and erect. I looked like a horny university girl, hamming it up for a web-cam or something. O'Toole watched on, with a look of interest mixed with despair. "I'm sure they have ways of controlling your sex drive, Jane. You don't have to be a 'Farm-girl' the rest of your life," O'Toole said, his voice cutting the sounds of my moans. I didn't deserve this, did I? I thought about all the bad things I did. **** 5 years ago I looked at my phone for like thirtieth time in a matter of minutes. There she was, posing for me, begging for me and wearing nothing but a pout. I had never felt so alive and crazy and devilish in my entire life. I know they say that life begins at 40 but as far as I was concerned my life had stalled by 30 and haven't showed signs of movement for years. For all I knew I was in purgatory. But the introduction of Bliss in my life had recharged me with a vim and vigour I didn't know was inside me. I know, her name is Bliss and that's a horrible name. She was product of hippies, the type of hippies that live in a regional town, start petitions over every little thing and make and sell organic soap at markets. The type of people that my wife and I used to quietly make fun while walking past, back when my wife was fun. Bliss was fun and in no way a hippy. I guess the way to rebel against hippy parents is to come to the city and get a degree in commerce. And I guess the way to rebel against a boring wife and a boring life was to sleep with one of my accounting students. 19! She was 19! And she looked it too! So youthful and taut. Standing together we looked like a 'Before' and 'After' photo of a life of too much stress. I balding and tired while her long, red locks seemed to be the personification of vibrancy. I held her hair while I fucked her from behind and loved it. My wife's hair had always been far too short for that, not that I ever tried. Bliss begged me too, she was just that crazy. I thought back to the first time I had sex with her. I gasped as I slid my eager cock into her, feeling the deep enchanting pull of puss. Bliss squealed in delight as if I was giving her an expensive present and we enthusiastically made love. It was the first time I had ever cheated on my wife and I drove home feeling so guilty. But Bliss felt so good, she was so tight and wet, it was like being reborn. But I didn't find God, I found the joy of sex. What made me do it again that night was that the fact I didn't get caught the first time. Cheating was surprisingly easy. I might have cancelled our second rendezvous if I thought I was going to be found out but it was clear my wife didn't suspect a thing. I was being discreet, Bliss was keeping quiet, it was fun and so easy. Tonight, according to what I told my wife, I was attending a fundraiser from the university's film club. What I was really going to do was fuck a student. Surprisingly, I felt little guilt. Now that seems terrible and I'll confess that it is terrible. I felt I had earned an affair; there was this entire sense of entitlement. My quite life of boredom and dependable routine was payment for the flurry of my excitement I was now enjoying. I had provided and cared for my family and now it was time to take care of me. I pulled up at a red light and looked at my phone again. I was only five minutes from her house and thus only six minutes from being buried deep in her pussy. I felt the blood amass in my crotch, Bliss never failed to get me hard. And here I was thinking I had an impotence problem, seems like the cure for that is a 19-year-old plaything. You have to love a girl who answers the door naked. "Hi," she said coyly. I expressed what was going through my mind, "I am the luckiest man in the world!" "Come here and let me suck your cock!" she purred, pulling me inside and closing the door. My wife had never uttered those words to me. In fact she acted like fellatio was a chore, a chore that wasn't urgent. Bliss however sucked my cock with such glee like it was a sugary treat. Her big green eyes would look up at me seeking approval and I would nod. What a great way to start a date, being dragged inside to have my cock dutifully serviced. This girl was something special and she made me feel alive. Alive and happy. After I had shot my load into her waiting mouth she undressed me, peeling off my clothes. "How was your day?" she asked after getting up off her knees. "Good, good," I replied, "There's this hot little redhead in my class and she was wearing this little skirt. Very distracting," I gave Bliss a wolfish smile. "Oh yeah? How did you ever keep your mind on the class?" she said as she ruffled what was left of my hair. "It was tough, believe me, every time I took a breath she would spread her legs wide enough so that I could see her panties." Talking dirty was something I wasn't really familiar with but it was enchanting. Bliss' long, twig-like fingers entangled my cock, grasping tightly and rubbing. "But she wasn't wearing any panties, was she?" I gulped. I had never been so turned on in all my life. "No, you weren't." Bliss' eyes widened as she felt me 'awaken' in her hand. A wry smile crept onto her lips, she was in total control and she knew it. "I've been a bad girl," she purred and bit my ear lobe. "Oh yeah," I moaned. "Aren't you going to punish me, Professor?" I always got a bit of a rush when anyone called me 'Professor', that time I nearly ejaculated. "Huh?" I asked. My wife, nor any of my few conquests had ever asked to be punished. I always tried as hard as I could to make sure I never ever hurt them. Bliss, however, was not like any other girl I had ever had. "Naughty school girls, like me, should... No! MUST be spanked!" she said as she helped herself to whopping handfuls of my arse, "Or else we'll wont learn anything." This was further than I've ever been before. I had lived my entire life on one side of the sexual experience: vanilla, boring, missionary, boy- atop-girl, sanctioned sex. Bliss stood before me, dangling the keys that unlocked a gate. A gate I had often gazed longingly at: spanking, minor bondage, dirty talk, oral, maybe even anal. Nothing too perverse, just stuff that 'other couples' would do. My wife would talk about these 'other couples' on the rare occasions that she did, as though she pitied them. I looked at these 'other couples' with envy. They had the tools of excitement lying in front of them to spice up any night. All I had was the unimpressive question of, "How's your back feeling, honey? Feeling up to 'it' tonight?" Bliss jangled the keys louder, "Spank me!" Once I went through the gate I knew there was no going back. "Bend over my knee, you dirty girl!" **** This girl didn't feel like Bliss. Sure she was 19 and had long flowing red hair but it just wasn't the same. While it was plainly obvious that no two girls are exactly the same, it is ever more obvious when you are cock-deep inside them. Alicia just wasn't Bliss. "Mmmm, that feels good, Mr. Jane!" Even her dirty talk was boring. Bliss would call me 'Professor'. I grunted as I worked hard. That was the problem, fucking this girl felt like work. I grabbed her hips and pounded her pussy a little harder, she responded favourably. Bliss was long gone. I had been searching for a replacement for a few years now, trying to recapture the excitement of the first girl, the first time. Each new school year I would eye off my hottest students, the ones with the longest legs and perkiest boobs and try and get them into my bed. If I was turned down, I would try the second most attractive one and so on. Let's just say Alicia was not my first pick. And I doubt I was hers too. Fucking my students just wasn't that much fun anymore. A lot of the danger was gone now. My wife had discovered my philandering ways, I had become sloppy and hadn't covered my tracks well enough. She found out about my 'girls' and decided that I was a horrible man. Perhaps I was. I don't blame her for leaving, our only child was almost an adult and didn't need parenting from me anymore. So, I was alone, renting a shitty flat and chasing that empty feeling away with students, booze and the greyhounds. I was bored. Work was unfulfilling, my home life was dreary and Alicia wasn't kinky enough for my liking. I could never find a girl as kinky as Bliss. But she outgrew me. Her words. She 'outgrew' me. Show me any 21 year old girl more mature than a 44 academic. Well, she's 24 now, she was 21 when we parted ways. I hadn't seen her in years at yet could not stop thinking about her. This girl wasn't any fun. I was just going through the motions. I wouldn't be satisfied unless things got a little more exciting. "I like it, I like it," Alicia whispered. How generic. What she needed was a hard firm spank, to throw a little danger into the mix. A small amount of pain can really double the pleasure. One of my hands, my good one, lifted high in the air. Maybe a swift spanking will kick start this girl. I felt the air gush between my fingers as my palm came crashing down on my round, soft, buttock. "Ouch! What the fuck!" Ah well, she wasn't that good anyway. I could still get to the track in time for the start of the greyhounds. **** So, I wasn't the best man alive. So, I cheated, I gambled, I borrowed with no intention of returning. There were a lot of men far worst than me that received far less a punishment. There were murders out there walking around scot-free. And I had been turned into a 'Farm-Girl'. I now wore the body of a beautiful, sensual sex-slave. Lady Justice definitely had something against me. A squat and petite woman came in and delivered O'Toole and I some clothes. We were told it wouldn't be too long before our briefing, just a few more minutes. Atop my small pile of clean clothes was a little hand mirror. I hadn't seen my new face since the transformation and had no idea what I looked like. That's a very weird position to be in, not knowing what you look like, considering how much of a person's identity is based on what you look like. Whenever I thought about it I pictured my old, weathered, masculine face sitting atop of the gorgeous, young and utterly feminine body. The mirror would reveal the truth. "Fuck," I cursed with my feminine voice. It was a curse of surprise and also of dread. Surprise, because I was more beautiful than I imagined and dread because I would have to live the rest of my life as the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. "What's wrong?" O'Toole asked me as his face emerged from his new T- shirt. "I'm really, really hot," I sighed, defeated. I had hoped for an ugly, or even a plain looking face. I already knew my body was spectacular but I wished I was a bit of a 'butter face'. This exquisite body I could hide, underneath piles of baggy, dowdy clothes but my gorgeous face was on show for all to see. My large brown eyes were the centrepiece of my face. They lit up the room, remarkably they were filled with both lust and innocence in a weird mix. My eyebrows were perfectly and seemingly naturally arched, making me look mischievous. I wriggled my little upturned nose, just to make sure the reflection was mine. My inspection was interrupted by a now fully clothed O'Toole, "I'm sure there are worst fates than being a beautiful woman." He reached up and gave me a reassuring squeeze on my shoulders, brushing my luxuriously long brown hair out of the way. It felt nice to have someone touch my soft skin, I revelled in the way his warm hands felt on my bare skin. I had to fight the temptation to kiss him again. Luckily, O'Toole was on the same page as me, "Come on, let's get you dressed." He grabbed the plain white tee that was on top of the stack. "Arms up," he instructed me, like I was a petulant child he was dressing. I complied, but only because I didn't want to get into a fight with him or kiss him. He pulled the cotton shirt passed my hands, over my head and down over my expansive chest. Accidentally, his hands brushed past my nipple and I got a burst of pleasure. I'm sure most women aren't catapulted in a bliss frenzy when their nipples are grazed, but I am a 'Farm-Girl' and built for giving and receiving pleasure. "Oh!" I excitedly moaned, my hands leaping up to massage my now erect nipples through their cotton confines, "That felt good!" "Let's keep our goal in mind, Wallace." O'Toole usually called me by my last name, Jane, but since I became a real 'Jane' he'd been calling me by my seldom used first name. "Step into these." Panties. That's what he held out - white, little, cotton panties. No room in them for a penis or testicles. Sure there was a little more room in the back, but that was for a female's more ample behind. I took them for him. I was stable enough to put on my own underwear. My legs were annoyingly long, I felt I was tugging them up forever. I was always a leg-man and now I was a leggy woman, karma or some such was surely at play. The panties came to rest at the top of my legs, where my privates lay. The navy blue sweat pants were the most colourful item in my ensemble but that wasn't saying much. I pulled them over my long legs once more and past my wide hips. It was rudimentary, but I was dressed. O'Toole was dressed in identical attire, except he wore underwear and not 'panties'. It felt good to be dressed, it certainly decrease my immense sexual urges, if only because there was layer of clothes between me and making love. My nipples however made their presence know, poking through and rubbing sensually against their cotton captures. But I was dressed and that made me feel much more like a real human than I had for the last 3 months. "They're ready for you, ma'm," said the short squat woman who motioned for me. I took a deep breath, watching my large breasts expand and started towards the door. From a dungeon to a waiting room to (hopefully) outside. I walked down the winding corridors. The floor was cold on my bare feet, I had not been provided with shoes yet. "Just through there, ma'm," she told me. I tentatively opened the door. "Hello?" I asked as I peeked in. Inside, sat a beautiful woman. A woman I knew. ----------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 3 "Come in and sit down, Mr. Jane," said one beautiful woman to another. I knew this woman. And I knew the man that she used to be. But I kept quiet, I wanted answers but I knew I wouldn't need to demand them. I sat down across from my interviewers, my new ample rear acting like a cushion on the hard wooden seat. "Now we're going to the be recording this interview if that's OK with you?" I nodded. "OK, can you tell us who you are?" "Wallace Marion Jane." I hated my name, two girly name out of three. I was teased a lot at school and often retaliated. I spent more than my share of time at the Principal's office. Sadly, I guess the girly names kind of fitted now. "Occupation?" "University Lecturer." "Date of birth?" I gave them my date of birth, 46 years ago. I didn't look 46, I looked my like parents could be 46. "Well, Mr. Jane," began the woman, "Do you remember me?" "Yes, you and me were trapped in the dungeon together. You were 'farmed- out' about a month ago, right Mr. Hedgpeth?" I chose to call her 'Mr.' mainly because I wanted to be called 'Mr.'. The soft, feminine genitals nestled between my legs would try and ruin being called 'Mr.' but I would fight that. She softly smiled at me. I remembered the first time I saw her. She wasn't smiling. *** I awoke to wailing. Long, loud, sorrowful wailing. It was hauntingly loud and getting louder. I dug my fingernails into the floor - Hedgpeth was returning. The Dragons had grabbed him a while ago to take him away. He kicked and screamed and shouted and flailed about. He did not go quietly, unlike Lil' John who we both had watched being taken away last month. Lil' John seemed defeated, Hedgpeth still had to fight left in him. I doubted that I would fight when it was my time, there was just no use. The wailing didn't sound like Hedgpeth but I was sure it was him. After the guards take you away, you come back different. I didn't recognise Lil' John at all but I convinced the naked woman chained up across from me was him. Even though she was much taller and a lot skinnier and her skin was the colour of milk instead the colour of chocolate, that was Lil' John. The huge dungeon doors creaked open. I took a sharp breath in. The door obscured my vision so I didn't see Hedgpeth right away. It was apparent she didn't want to be chained up again. I saw a foot, a thin, petite, delicate foot flailing about. The woman was definitely fought like Hedgpeth. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" she cried as three men dragged her towards her chains. The men didn't respond or grant her the request because they flung her to the ground. She must be so light because she flew through the air, crumpling on the ground as she hit it. "Hey!" I spoke up - even though I was terrified, "Go easy on her!" They didn't listen to me either and they held her against the wall. The chains rattled with extra menace as they chained the woman who used to be Hedgpeth to the wall. "No, no, no, not the chains, no, no, no," she whimpered as they shackled her in place. The Dragons rarely said anything, I'm not sure why. Maybe they thought that remaining silent they would seem a lot more threatening and they were right. Or maybe being quiet was just a tenet of the faith. But this time, one of the guards spoke up, "Don't worry. You wont be chained for too long 'Farm Girls' as beautiful as you are sold as soon we put your sexy little picture up." "You'll be outside, sucking your 'husband's' cock in one day, max!" laughed another guard. The third guard leered at the naked woman, his eyes caressing every curve of her lithe, little body. "I'd buy her, if I could afford her," he commented as they walked away, "Maybe I can just borrow her!" They laughed, showing no remorse about the thought of raping a defenceless woman. She cried and I let her. She had been through a lot and my empty reassurances wouldn't make her feel any better. Truth be told, I cried a little too. My turn would probably be in a month's time and there was nothing I could do about it. I would be a 'Farm-Girl' ready to be sold to a rich man in need of a fuck machine. My mind wandered over to the idea of having sex with Hedgpeth. I know that it shouldn't but I was going crazy down in that dungeon and I would often think some pretty fucked up things. The woman he had become was ravishing. Even though she was wailing and sobbing, it was obvious that she was a beauty, a petite Asian beauty. I had never really much of an Asian fantasy but the chains were one of the only things that kept me from consuming my new-found fettish. "Are you in pain?" Somehow logic won out and I found myself asking a sensible question. "It really happened..." Hedgpeth was obviously in denial like me, "I don't deserve this..." she gestured to her shapely form, as the chains clanged, "I'm not even a gambler!" Chances are if you end up in the Dragon's dungeon, you've at least 'dabbled' in losing vast amounts of money. "Did it hurt?" I asked, mainly for myself. "Yeah, but it doesn't anymore. But during their sick celebrations, it was the most painful thing in my life. They cheered as my cock shrunk. Sick fucking bastards!" It was terrifying to hear such horrible words coming out of such a beautiful voice. "You're Asian, you know?" "Yeah," she sighed, resigned, "I know. I saw my reflection." She slumped to the ground the chains clanging with every move. "This wasn't supposed to happen!" she bemoaned. Hedgpeth wasn't Asian originally, he was tall, rough looking guy who looked like he could look after himself in a fight. Now it looked like he was so fragile that one punch would knock him into next week. Who would want to punch someone so beautiful is a different question altogether. She looked like a beautiful china doll who had found a way to become a real girl and then decided to amp up the sexiness. I know it sounds sick, but I couldn't help but revel a little bit in how sexy Hedgpeth had become. Staring at stone walls, chains and naked guys for 2 months straight gets a little boring, so a beautiful naked Asian woman was a nice change of scenery. My cock began to stiffen but I hid it from Hedgpeth out of respect. "I can see why Lil' John did what he did now. Farm-girls are built for sex, Jane... I feel so turned on now." The girl in front of me began to caress her new body and I couldn't stop watching. A hand leapt to one of her small yet exquisite breasts and squeezed it passionately. The clatter of chains and Hedgpeth's excited moan echoed off the walls of the prison. She bit down on her lip hard and flung her hand off her chest as if it was boiling hot. "Sorry," she mumbled looking anywhere but my face or her own body, "I'm not in complete control here." I was a little upset that I wasn't going to get my own private show and a little ashamed that I was a little upset. The sexy Asian Hedgpeth was easily one of the sexiest women I had ever seen in the flesh and aside from Lil' John's new form, the sexiest I had ever seen naked. Her little nipples stuck out like little pencil erasers as she steadied her breaths. "I hope you get out soon," she whispered. "Me too," I said, even quieter than her. She looked at her own hands with a wonder I had never seen in someone looking at their own hands. I looked at mine, still missing two fingers on my left hand, everything fine. "I don't... want to be the little cock-sucking wife of the highest bidder," Hedgpeth's meek little voice sounded close to crying. I watched the thought of being sold off as a sex-slave bounce around in her mind. It truly terrified her... but only for just a moment. But then something offset the terror and she suddenly didn't look so scared. She looked disgusted but a little pleased too, "Kneeling before some old man mindlessly sucking away." I'm not sure if she was aware of it but slowly she went from sitting down to a kneeling position. "Taking as much of his thick cock inside my mouth as possible." Her fingers disappeared from view between her legs as she stroked her new equipment. She closed her eyes and her plump bottom lip fell open. "Hedgpeth," I tried to wake her from her trance. "It feels so good," she confessed in a breathy moan, "I can't stop." The chains rattled gently as she stroked her pussy with one hand and caressed her breasts with the other. She was putting on a show for me and couldn't care. The unforgettable smell of an excited woman wafted through the air and tickled my nose. Hedgpeth was exceptionally wet and it was turning me on. She moaned gently to herself arched her back. I had seen my share of women enjoying themselves sexually (in person and on video) and Hedgpeth was putting those lifelong veterans to shame. It wasn't too long before she started making little squeals at the start of each breath and the rattling of the chains became louder as her excretions became more intense. I bit my lip as I watched this delicate little flower ravishing herself, bucking and thrusting as she fingered her wet pussy. I shouldn't be privy to this sort of display and I wondered when I became a 'Farm-girl' whether or not I'd be able to hold back. "Fuck!" she moaned as she climaxed, her dainty fingers still pumping in and out. She looked truly blissful for a moment. Her dreamy gaze met mine and we shared a look. She didn't need to say what she was thinking for me to understand; that felt really good. She removed her two fingers from her delicate pink slit, they were wet with her juices. Her hand seemed to catch her eye and she studied it for a second. Before today, Hedgpeth's hand was large, with bulbous hairy knuckles like knots in an old rope now the hands were elegant, pristine and so small. The comparison was not lost on Hedgpeth who collapsed in a heap and began to cry. The next day Hedgpeth was sold and taken out of the dungeon. My time would be soon. *** We stared at each other, two exquisite women with bodies to die for. She was so beautiful that I felt my nether regions grow warm and appealing damp. "As you might have guessed, I'm a cop," Hedgpeth revealed, leaning in towards me. I had guessed, but only because we were in a police station and she was on the other side of the desk. "I was working undercover, investigating the Dragons and their little slavery ring. Mistakes were made and my cover was blown and that's how I found myself in our cosy little living quarters with you." The Dragons, my captors, were known to only the lowliest of people. They operated in the worst parts of the worst parts of town, dealing with the very worst and most desperate of people. They dabbled anything in destroying lives and creating misery; drugs, gambling, loan sharking and the infamous 'Farm-girls'. They are so secretive that you don't find them to help you ruin your life; they find you. I was approached by a heavily tattooed guy at the lowest ebb of my life, I needed money bad and he was there to offer it to me. It started there. Turned out that one of his tattoos was a particular Dragon. I would lose two fingers and then my male body thanks to that tattooed man and his 'affordable' loan. Hedgpeth folded her petite hands together. She was still one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen and the way her d?colletage was displayed was somewhat mesmerising. "Unfortunately, I never could solve the mystery of the 'Farm-girls' until I was a part of it directly. To anyone but the highest ranking Dragons, the 'Farm-girls' just appear out of nowhere." "What the fuck was that thing?" I asked and she knew exactly what I was talking about. She furrowed her brow. "I don't know," she told me. I think what worried us both was that we considered ourselves to be smart men and smart men don't believe in magic. Children and fools believe in magic. But whatever had changed us into these vision of sex personified had nothing at all to do with science. "I don't know," she repeated, "But I'm going to find out." I coughed a little and asked, "Can I have a glass of water please?" One of the men nodded and stood up. Repulsively, my eyes shot straight to his crotch where I could the faint outline of his thick hose and they followed him out of the room. I looked back at Hedgpeth who had obviously had been doing the same. "So what happened to you after they dragged you away?" I asked, "I thought I was never going to see you again." "I was sold to a man, Charles Hargraves, a luxury car dealer who lived on a farm not too far out of the city. To bind you to the buyer the Dragons make you drink a vial of your owner's blood, after that you're addicted to them. I mean, I would have done anything for him. I couldn't help myself. He told me to clean his house naked with just a toothbrush and I did. His whole fucking mansion! I just couldn't stop and that was one of the nicer things he made me do. You just can't disobey." Her eyes glazed over as horrible thoughts washed over her. I folded my arms underneath my expansive boobs. "But you escaped? How did you escape?" "I fucked him so hard he had a heart attack," she told me bluntly as anger danced in her eyes, "And when he died I didn't feel the bond anymore. I was free, so I just ran. That was four days ago" Four days? I scrunched up my eyes. My emotions were all over the place. "Why the fuck couldn't have you saved me yesterday then? I was still me yesterday! Or the two days before that?" Some of my long brunette hair came flying in front of my eyes mid-rage, I yanked it back behind my ear so hard that it hurt. "Don't you think I wanted to, Jane? I ran back here as fast as I could, barefoot, wearing nothing but my underwear. I cut my feet up bad. I knew I only had a few days to save you. I knew the moon would be full soon," her hair too was a flurry of movement as she fought back. She wasn't yelling at me as much as she was conveying every one of her emotions at an alarming rate. "It wasn't easy convincing anyone that I used to be Arnold Graham Hedgepeth. Do I like anything like a used to?" "No," I replied. "No, it wasn't easy convincing anyone of who I was, especially when I act the way I sometimes do. It sickens me the things I do now but this body gets so aroused." The cop bringing in the water, did so, trying to make as little disturbance as possible. "I had a barrage of tests and psychologists analysing me before they even entertained the thought of me being me. I'm pretty sure that still some of them don't believe me. Only then could we organize a bust on the Dragon's haunt, I did the best I could. Just be glad we got to you before you were sold off." I contemplated being some businessman's cock-sucking slave, I was glad to be spared that fate. "You were probably only hours away from being bought." "Sorry," I said meekly, "I can't imagine the things you went through to save me." "Don't even try to imagine them." The chill went through the room. Two of the most beautiful women in the whole city, a sexy Japanese girl and a leggy, busty brunette, stared at each other for what seemed forever. "Tell us everything, Mr. Jane," said one of the other cops, "we need to know everything." --------------------------------------------- Hi there, this is the author. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. If you would like to send any feedback at all please email me at [email protected] Thanks and stay tuned for more chapters.