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Notes:
1)I am sorry if the theme of this episode became too heavy, but I believe
some issues must be discussed, even if unpleasant (and I felt really good
imagining this kind of punishment for a pedophile :-))
2)I introduced some geographical landmarks in this story, in particular
the "God?s finger" at the Serra dos "rg?os, the church mentioned in the
text is the "Santu?rio do Bom Jesus de Matosinhos" in Congonhas do Campo
and the "unknown" sculptor is Ant?nio Francisco Lisboa, the
"Aleijadinho" (loosely translated: the little crippled one") one of
the masters of the brazilian barroque. Last, but not least, OurP is,
of course, Ouro Preto, one of the most magnificent historical cities
from the time of the Gold rush in the state of Minas Gerais
3)There is a third note, but this will be done at the end of the text
in order not to spoil the pleasure.
The Journey - Episode 5: Angel
by Sylvia Wechsel
The travel to OurP was very slow. We took five days to travel the 350 Km
which separated Nitry from OurP. The heavy load of the animals was to
blame. We went trough the clouds which covered the mountains and, this
time, I was prepared. I was wearing loose clothes so I was not feeling
naked this time. I guess I was getting used to the constant heat too.
This time I could analyze the rain forest in detail. The intricate
arrangement of
various three species and the large number of hanging parasites was
amazing. There was so much life in there! Going up the hills was also
different this time. During the travel from Haltdoor to SansB I felt the
constant humidity, but there was no rain. That time it was different.
>From time to time the cloud coverage dissipated and the fog turned into
open rain. In one rare occasion the cloud coverage opened completely and
I saw a mountain formation which looked like a fist with a raised
indicative finger. One of our travel companions told us that was called
the "God?s finger", and indeed, it really looked like a giant?s hand
pointing to the sky.
It was about that time that the dreams began. There was a wide variety,
but the main storyline was me having sex with either Marek, Thomasz or
even that unknown man from RJan. In one occasion I even dreamed that I
was still having sex with Illana (as Marek) and was allowed to chose
being transferred to Marek or to Illana's body. The outcome of that dream
was that I had chosen the later option, of course, in the middle of a
female orgasm, which, thanks God, occurred only in the dream. Even I had
to recognize that I was in obvious sexual stress, and this was very
dangerous in a party composed of more than 100 men and just me as a
woman.
At least the morning sickness diminished its intensity until it
completely disappeared. Now the only sign of my pregnancy was the
somewhat uncontrolled hunger and a slight engorging of my tits and
nipples. I was trying to relieve the stress using masturbation, but I
had no success, the orgasm was only a faint memory of what I felt during
my transformation. I was not sure how much time I would resist without
having sex with a man again.
In our way to OurP we passed by some very interesting ruins. One was a
small church containing a large garden with statues in the front. One of
the members of the party said that place was an important religious site
from the time before the fall and that, due to respect (but I believe it
was really superstition) all "tropeiro" parties went through that garden.
The statues made of stone featured twelve men dressed in outfits which
were unknown to me, they looked "ancient." The most interesting
features of those statues were their facial expressions, they looked
as if they were in agony. They looked as if they were real men turned
into stone at that place.
Nobody knew anymore who was the sculptor of those statues, but whoever he
(or she) was, it was surely a master.
Almost at midday of the fifth day of travel we arrived in OurP. It was a
city located in hills and contained a large quantity of churches, some in
ruins but most in relatively good state of conservation. I said goodbye
to the other members of the party and began to consider how I would
proceed to locate the woman which had been that unknown man from RJan. I
had the address from the monastery agent and Dan suggested that we should
start by identifying that man, the girl which was him would surely be
around.
I made contact with the agent and told him Dan's idea. He was no monk,
but an ordinary handler who had business with the monks, so I decided not
to disclose my story and used a fake excuse instead. I got the sketch of
that man's face and showed him who, surprised, said:
"But this is Anders! He went missing about five months ago and we all
considered him to be dead!"
So, the name of that man was Anders. The occasion of his disappearance
was a match to our timeline. He told me Anders was a very important
person, former Mayor, very rich, who had simply disappeared at one night.
The scandal was very big, since he was so important and everybody
believed he was dead, murdered. A girl had even been arrested and
condemned to a death sentence by hanging as his murderer. She had not yet
been executed only because she was pregnant. I didn't expected it to be
so easy, not only I had identified the man, but also had probably located
the girl in which had had been transformed in less than 5 minutes.
I asked the agent to lead me to the police station, said thanks, and
dismissed him, there was nothing more he could do to help me at that
moment. I entered the station and found the chief policeman sitting in
his desk. His sight was very disturbing to me. He was very, very
handsome. He had green eyes, black hair and a nice muscular body too.
What disturbed me was that I was feeling aroused. It was very difficult
to control myself, but finally I started to tell him my (fake) story. He
was very interested and wanted to know where and how I met Anders in
RJan. Obviously I told a cover story about the accident, but there were
enough elements to confirm to the policeman (by the way, his name was
Jan) that Anders was nuts... and dead. He said:
"I knew the poor girl was innocent, she didn't speak more than single
words all this time, but I was sure she didn't murdered him!"
He told me she had been arrested because she was sleeping in Anders house
and refused to tell anything about his whereabouts. The magistrate
concluded that she had murdered him in a robbery attempt and condemned
her to death by the hangman. The sentence was not carried out because
they learned that she was pregnant about one month after her
imprisonment, the time needed to hire the hangman. Then the execution had
been postponed for after the birth.
I could well understand why she remained silent. She obviously concluded
that no one would believe her story and she had also no knowledge of the
other Anders' whereabouts to tell anyone. Jan told me that he made some
investigations and discovered that her name was Mara and that she
arrived in town some days prior to Anders? disappearance coming from
Brasilia. He also said:
"There is something more, but it is better that you see it by yourself."
We went together to the jail cell. All the way I felt disturbed by Jan?s
presence at my side. When he opened the door I had a shocking surprise:
The girl was a teenager, at most 15 years old, wearing a shabby dress
(surely the same with which she had been arrested) and a prominent belly
of a fifth month pregnancy.
Many of the social diseases of the pre-fall period had been erased
together with the rest of the population, but this one had, unfortunately
survived: Grown ups, mostly male, who had a sexual preference for young
girls or even young boys. Not that pregnant teenagers were rare in our
society, but mostly this occurred during careless sexual experiences
between young couples. This was different! Knowing the background of the
story I was aware that Anders made sex with that teenager. Surely it was
no rape because the sex suited the demon?s interests, but this didn?t
diminish his guilt. I was feeling sick with that thought. Up to that
moment I saw the actions of the demon as evil and felt pity for the
victims (including myself), but in that occasion I found it a delightful
irony, the rightful punishment for that pedophile: he had been turned
into his own victim!
The girl was sitting facing the door. When we opened it she quickly
turned to the opposite direction, as if avoiding our presence. Jan spoke
out loud (surely so that she would hear him):
"I was sure that she was not guilty of the charges, but I was expecting
that these months in Jail would loose her thong, so that she would tell
everybody that she was molested by that sick bastard."
He, then, continued:
"I know that he was not the only one and that she has good informations
about the others, but she refuses to open her mouth."
He was, I could sense, frustrated, and this bothered me a lot. Slowly
a plan was forming in my mind. I asked Jan if I could speak with the
girl alone. He agreed,
closed the door behind me and I could hear him returning to his office (I
was impressed, he was a true gentleman, I was sure that any other normal
person would try to hear what I had to say to the girl). When he was out
of reach I said:
"I know who you are."
"I know you are Anders and that you are trapped in the body of this young
girl."
For the first time she showed some interest, slowly turned towards me and
said:
"How do you know that?"
It was a sweet voice. It was almost impossible to believe that the person
in front of me was a monster. Then I gave a brief description of my
story, leaving behind details of the stories of the others on purpose
(especially what happened to Anders? body in RJan). She became very
interested. I said:
"You remained in silence, because you knew no one would believe in your
story, I understand"
"What we will do now is the following."
"You will call the chief and confirm that Anders molested you and that
you remained in silence because you were afraid people believed you had
murdered him because of that."
"But..." she started to argue.
"Don't worry about his reputation, he is dead, from now on you are only
Mara."
Her disappointment was visible. She was surely hoping to revert the
transformation somehow. I continued:
"You will give this statement and I will try to convince the authorities
to release you, you must start behaving like the young girl you are now,
not to raise suspicion."
"I will try to get you out of here and I will help you adapting the same
way people helped me, OK?"
I tried to sound the sweetest I could in my last statement, like a mother
talking to her daughter. I had to gain her trust so my plan would succeed
and I was sure she was feeling as helpless as the young girl she was now.
All her hopes had been destroyed by the news I gave to her and I thought
that appealing to my maternal instincts would be a hit. I was right, as
soon as I finished saying that she started crying and asking for a hug.
Just the right behavior one would expect from a pregnant, abused, young
girl.
I called Jan, he opened the door and I walked to his office. When we were
alone I said:
"She is ready to talk, but I am afraid she will tell nothing about the
others."
"We have to make sure she gets released from that cell."
Jan answered, a bit disappointed:
"At least we can tell everybody, who was that bastard, perhaps this will
make the others to stay in low profile for some time."
Then he told me we had to talk to the magistrate and that he was, for
sure, having his lunch for at least the next 2 hours. I would have some
time to rest and to refresh myself from the journey. He lead me to a sort
of guest house, where I could have a bath. He would call for me later,
when it was time to face the magistrate.
I had an insight, don't know how, that this magistrate would be a
womanizer. Perhaps it was the fact the he took so much time for his lunch
(that is, he was lazy) or it was the way Jan referred to him. I decided
to make the best to look pretty for this meeting. I took a long bath,
shaved my legs and armpits and opened my suitcases, looking for something
to dress. I decided for a light sun dress, decorated with yellow flowers,
from Illana's collection. It was a sunny day and I felt I should look
"fragile" for this meeting. That dress allowed me to display a
magnificent cleavage and, on purpose, I decided to wear panties and a bra
from the Rjan collection (the expensive Bra would be partially evident
with that cleavage). Next I painted my nails with a nice yellow color, to
match the flowers. I did my best to produce a good make up and the result
was sufficient (not so good as the work Anders had performed in me in
RJan, but I was also not as experienced as him). I combed my hair,
decorating it with a flower arrangement using small white flowers I had
picked up in the fields. I considered using high heels, but with those
streets of OurP I would have big problems with that, so I chose another
pair with smaller heels, but still fancy. Finally I selected earrings,
bracelets and a collar from Illana's box and applied a shot of perfume I
found in the same box. I was ready. It was the first time I had produced
myself as a girl and I was proud of the result. I would surely impress
that magistrate.
Short after that Jan appeared in front of my door. He came himself to
pick me up and when he saw me, he looked amazed. He said:
"You look... wonderful."
I felt I was blushing. I had targeted the magistrate, but I also hit Jan.
This experience, and his compliment, made me feel more attracted to him
and for the days in the following his image started to dominate in my
erotic dreams.
We went together, another hill up, to the magistrate's house. He received
us and I saw that my first impression about him was correct: he was a
pig. Not only he was over 150Kg fat, but also the whole time he was
unable to deviate his eyes from my cleavage, as I guessed, he would be
quite easily maneuvered if I played the right movements. Jan told him my
(fake) story and the magistrate asked some questions to me, which I
promptly answered with the sweetest voice I could produce. Finally he
said:
"We have to check your story, girl, I will send someone to Nitry, to talk
with these monks and to confirm your story, but in the meantime I will
relax Mara's sentence."
"For the moment the death sentence is suspended."
I asked him to release her from prison under my care, but he said the
girl had no known house in the city. Jan, then, remembered about Anders'
empty house and the Magistrate finally agreed to let Mara and me occupy
it, with the girl in house arrest. That was perfect for my plans, she
would be under my care and would not be allowed to leave the house. I was
sure my plan would work.
The next days were calm. The weather was fine and we had nothing more to
do than the ordinary house work. Mara was happy. Ander's house was
familiar to her and this diminished the discomfort resulting of being in
a strange body. I treated her as my younger sister or, perhaps more
properly, as my daughter, and she easily fell into the role of a young
girl. We spent long times observing the movements of her baby and it was
clear that she had good feelings towards that child. This was also
essential for my plans. Looking the baby moving inside her belly it was
inevitable for me to think about how would I feel when my own baby
started to move. It was the first time I directed my thought towards that
little seed which was growing inside me and the feeling was very good.
I taught Mara everything I had learned about being a girl, like combing
hair, applying make up, caring for the dresses and accessories. I also
taught her some cooking skills, since she would need then for the future
(although she was not aware of it at that moment). I parted some of my
accessories with her, but unfortunately my dresses were too big for her
(I suspected she was still in a growing age). Jan arranged some donations
from women in the town, which were touched by her cover story of being an
abused child. I thought about what they would do if they knew the truth.
Speaking about Jan, he became a regular at our house. He appeared at
least twice a day, for lunch and for dinner. Mara was an early sleeper,
so usually I had some time alone with him. On the first day I learned
that he was single and I told him I was pregnant. He looked sad about
this last statement and asked about my husband (that was so cute, he was
really worried not to commit adultery! he is surely some kind of an
alien). When I told him that my child was the product of a onenighter and
that I would never again see the father, he was so relieved that his
smile extended from ear to ear.
My first feelings toward his had been purely sexual, but with the
recurring evidences of being a good boy, I started looking at him with
other eyes. Suddenly things that I had never payed too much attention or
that I had thought only as annoying (like choosing the right dress or
caring for my make up) became very important to me. I discovered I was in
love with him when I caught myself thinking if that particular dress
would please him. I was in trouble.
All went worse on the third night when he asked me to marry him. I could
not bring myself to say no and we ended in bed. From that night on we
slept together and he practically moved into our house, leaving only to
work. Sex with him was phenomenal, almost as good as when I was
transformed. In the first night I was nervous. Neither the original
Illana nor me were virgins, but it was the first time I was giving myself
to a man on purpose and knowingly. He was very careful and I suspect he
was not too experienced as well. He began kissing me and playing with my
tits, which by now were particularly sensitive due to the pregnancy.
After this I was already wet, but stayed as I was. I was afraid that
taking some action would scare him. He moved over me and I opened my
legs. His penis was already hard, but before introducing it into my
vagina he found some time to work my clitoris with his fingers. I was
very aroused at this time, principally due to the anticipation of what
would happen. Finally he carefully approached the head of his penis from
the opening of my vagina and introduced it. The feeling was
overwhelmingly good, but the sense of forbiddance was the most sensual
part. Then he started pumping. My pleasure grew continuously at each
stroke and I realized I was moaning. Then it happened, I reached an
orgasm. The feeling was as strong as the one I felt during my
transformation, and the memories of that night came back, mixed with the
present feelings. The orgasm seemed to take an eternity to end, but
somehow the climax subdued and I was able to breathe again. However he
was not ready yet, he continued pumping and the pleasure grew again. I
was almost cumming for the second time when he reached his own orgasm,
unloading his cum inside me. He continued pumping, but I could feel his
penis softening inside me. I was a bit disappointed by the failure of the
second orgasm, but I could not blame him, he took long enough to cum.
When he withdrew his penis from inside me I was undeniably addicted to
that.
One week after the meeting with the magistrate we received news from the
return of the messenger sent to Nitry and the convocation to appear in
the court in the next day. We went, me, Mara and Jan, together, at the
appointed hour and the Magistrate confirmed that the monks had backed up
my cover story, confirming Anders' death in a house accident, as well as
his deranged state of mind. The magistrate had no other option than to
suspend Mara's condemnation, releasing her from all charges. I observed
that he was doing that against his will. Before leaving the court I asked
the magistrate if Anders' had some known heir (I had already checked with
Mara and the answer was no). After he denied I remembered him that Mara
was pregnant from Anders' child and that this child would be a natural
first line heir. Reluctantly he agreed and appointed Mara as executor of
this inheritance until the child reached the legal age of 21 years old,
warning her that she could not dispose from the properties without strict
orders of that court. It was perfect.
Secretly I had contacted the monks? agent and arranged to depart to
Brasilia the next day. That night would be my last sexual experience with
Jan. During dinner, however, he surprised me, in front of Mara, who was
radiant. He gave me a commitment ring made of silver, to seal our
marriage agreement. I was so sad to cause him this disappointment, but I
could not tell anything, unless I wanted all my plans to collapse. So I
put my happy smile in the face, kissed him and accepted the ring. We went
to bed and had a terrific sex night.
Next day he kissed me before going to work. I invented an excuse to
justify my absence during lunchtime and said we would see again at
dinner. When he left, I sat with Mara and put my plan into work. Still
appearing friendly I started:
"My Dear, I will need to leave now, but I have something to say to you."
"I imagine three sorts of destinies you have to choose for your future."
"First, you can flee from this city, you may be able to retrieve some
money or not, bring your child with you or leave it here for adoption, but if
you choose this option, I suggest you to do it in secret."
"You may be able to pass some time in good situation, but I believe you
will end up being a beggar or, perhaps, working as a whore somewhere, out
in the world."
I was still using a friendly tone and she looked at me mesmerized, really
thinking I was worried about her future. Then I hardened my tone and
continued:
"Your second option is doing nothing, you stay here and shut your mouth,
as you have been doing all along for these 5 months."
"How much time, however, do you think that your former 'colleagues' will
leave you in peace? Maybe they decide to respect your pregnancy? I do not
know."
"After all, your are now a pretty young girl and I bet you were not the
only one with appetite for young girls."
"If you choose this outcome, I recommend you not to resist, you are well
aware of what the ones of your kind do with children who fail to comply
with their desires."
"You may consider also what they will do with your child, now growing
inside of you."
"I bet also that some of your 'colleagues' have preferences for even younger
children, male or female, maybe they decide to raise your son or daughter
for you."
"I cannot believe you are so heartless, to even consider this possibility."
By that time I was in rage and I could see that my words had a deep
effect over the girl, she had teardrops running from the side of her eyes
and, specially during my last statements she moved her arms as to protect
her belly. Then I started to scream:
"The third option is what I recommend for you."
"You will seek out for Jan and tell him everything you know about the
sick bastards you once called 'colleagues'."
"I recommend you that you tell him all the sordid secrets of the
pedophiles in this city and region, I bet you know them all."
"You will be protected, no one will ever believe that a a sweet child
like you was involved in these horrendous acts."
"I suggest you tell Jan the names of all pedophiles, of their surviving
victims and the location of the corpses of the ones you murdered, every
details of your sordid acts."
"Your only chance of safety is to put them all in jail or make them flee
from this city to never return, so, tell everything."
After I finished she was copiously crying. I left her doing this and went
to the meeting place. The agent was expecting me there and brought me to
a stall were my horse was waiting (I was then 8 weeks pregnant, but I
decided I should try a horse ride) and the companion who would follow me
to Brasilia. Before leaving I gave the agent a letter to deliver at
night, to Jan. I still remember what I wrote there, but I had to read it
again before closing the envelope:
"OurP, September 21st 213 after the fall
My dearest lover,
I am so sorry to disappointing you! I leave these letter to give you some
satisfaction and to assure you that all we had together during these days
was real. I want you to know that I really considered staying here with
you, abandoning my search, but something stronger than my love to you
(just for you to know, the need for revenge and the safety of the world)
makes me continue.
I thought about returning the ring to you, but decided not to do so.
>From my side our commitment is still valid. I do not know when my search
will end or were I will be when it ends, but I assure you, as soon as
this happens I will return to OurP and seek for you. Of course you are
unbound to the commitment if you choose not to believe in me or if I take
too long to return. If you decide for this I just ask you to look for a
nice woman, who can love you as much as I do, and marry her. You are too
good to remain single. If you are happy I will be happy too.
I believe I left a gift for you at home. Use well this gift, and never
ask Mara how she knows all those details. If you use well these
informations I bet you can free your city and all region from pedophiles
for a long time. Be specially cautious with the magistrate. I bet Mara
will tell you that he is one of them.
So, farewell my love, yours
Illana from Haltdoor"
After I finished reading I felt a teardrop running from my left eye. I
closed the envelope and gave it to the agent, recommending again to
deliver it to Jan only at evening and never tell him were I was heading
to. I didn't want him to run after me, first of all because if this
happened I was sure I would return with him leaving my search for the
wizard, second because Mara really needed protection. The sick I felt
about Anders' actions, I could not prevent to care about the girl he was
transformed into. The hard way I talked to her had also hurt me, but it
was necessary, so she comprehended that her only hope of safety was to
open her mouth and disclose of whatever she knew. Doing this we took, me
and my companion, the road to Brasilia.
Note:
Nobody commented this up to now, but I think it is worth saying. It
may seem strange that a Psychopath like Anders would change so much as
to start behaving like a young girl worried for her baby, but my
explanation is the following:
There are some evidences (I?m not defending these ideas, I?m just
using them) that Sociopathic behavior is due to faulty brain
functions, in particular in the frontal lobe, which makes these
subjects incapable of feeling empathy. During the demon?s transfer,
only the consciousness swaps between the brain, so, in Rjan, Laisa?s
consciousness is transferred to the faulty Anders? brain (and she
starts behaving like a sociopath, trying to abduct Illana) while in
OurP Anders? consciousness is transferred to Mara?s HEALTHY brain. I
guess empathy is also a learned behavior, so at first she continues
behaving like the psychopath Anders? was, but after feeling beloved by
Illana she starts caring for the others and for her unborn child.
Illana?s words shocks her into the reality of her actions as a
pedophile, but now she is able to feel guilty about this, so she will
live her entire life as a woman knowing what Anders did, and this is
even worse, because know she knows this could happen to herself and to
her child.
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