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A Visit to the North - Part Two by MadQuill
This is an mystery story of a changed life. The characters are all
fictional. There are many chapters so please consider finding and
reading the earlier part. Please leave comments.
On Saturday Barbara and the girls returned deflated to the Police
Station where a new sergeant allowed them to complete the Missing
Persons Report. He also took Barbara's only picture of me from her
cellphone files for reference.
The Sergeant stated, "There is nothing to be done until early tomorrow
when we can post the report on line."
They spent the remainder of Saturday at the Hotel awaiting any news.
Barbara had no real clue of my whereabouts. She was exhausted by the
unknown and fell into a deep sleep. Julie used her computer and began a
search of possible alternatives to finding a lost love one. When Barb
awoke in the afternoon Julie shared the information. Barbara realized
they needed professional guidance. The Internet only widened the scale
of possibilities for this but she settled on Monday morning as the best
time to pursue a legal representative. When they went back to the
station near dinnertime the Sergeant suggested a couple of names,
including a woman who was an ex-prosecutor for the City. Returning to
the St. James they comforted each other and slept a bit that night.
Barbara was crying most of the night and Liz gave her another sleeping
pill.
Barb awoke early Sunday morning and tried to used the MAC to search for
a legal source. When Liz awoke she was able to quickly trace the
Policeman's suggested attorney. She placed a call and later in the
afternoon she spoke with Cynthia Parsons, the ex-prosecutor. They agreed
to meet at 11am Monday.
After Sunday lunch the three had returned to the scene with no new
results. Barb just got more worried as they failed to get attention or
action from the officials. Sunday evening they spent rearranging their
travel plans with dinner in their room. Only Liz got any sleep that
night. Alcohol seemed to soften Barb's nerves but didn't bring her rest.
Julie stayed with her through the night.
1b Changing
The dreams continued, but these were very vivid, women together, sexual
play, but was I with them? I felt excited by these visions, yet they
seemed too real to be described as any thing other than real. Was my
penis actually inside her vagina? Was that stiff dildo in my mouth? They
smiled and left me, alone again.
Sometime later and a bit more conscience I slowly became aware of my
surroundings. My right hand reached across my tummy toward my groin and
I felt the familiar presence but I was very smooth. I relaxed as I
cupped my small cock. It felt moist? How come I couldn't move? Again I
was lost to sleep, only darkness.
I wasn't sure but I seemed to be awake. I moved my left hand but there
were soft cuffs about my wrists. I was restrained and couldn't move my
legs. The sexual images returned along with the pleasure. Eventually a
sexy woman entered into my realm or returned and I was watching as she
fucked a partner. She was atop, and I thought, was this position or the
reversal important? As she arose from her lover I glimpsed a cock still
hard and shiny with moisture. Was she a boy? In my dream state I looked
down my torso, two perfect breasts seemed to be sitting pertly on my
chest, the nipples proud and erect. My body narrowed sharply into a slim
waist with my hips flaring, a womanly figure with long legs. My penis
stirred as I gazed at myself and I realized that I was aroused. Was it
due to my body dream or was I the sexy...
The recent activity required by Mastress was surprising to the girls.
Now a new request; three calls for service within the months of November
and December was unusual. They had already arranged and captured two
special requests. One was a 28 year-old, tall, slightly effeminate grad
student and the other a 23 year-old bi-sexual singer.
Many of the activities of the team were off-site and the five girls
loved the collateral benefits found in far-off spots such as Miami Beach
and New York City, even Las Vegas once. The brutes were always on hand
but Mastress minimized their involvement. These far off locations were
challenging to resolve the details of the kidnappings as well as the
security conditions.
The team had collected Charles the grad student in the Miami area late
in November. His identity was confirmed via coordinated review of
traffic to a specialty site catering to submissive men seeking on-line
communications with each other. Rachel noted his unambiguous preference
of women driving a femme' toward a life of un-brutal servitude. Together
with the data culled from his on-line traffic the team was able to
complete a basic profile and get Charles' identity confirmed, including
his details and schedule. Since he perfectly met the client's
description Rachel initiated the intercept in the evening on Ocean
Drive.
Rachel had arranged to stop in New York the following week. The second
target was living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan while completing
study toward a graduate degree in Psychology. Sam seem to have plenty of
time to wander in and out of chat rooms and cruise the Web seeking
stimulus of his gender varied interests. He wasn't a typical candidate
because he was extremely well read and a dilettante of the arts,
specifically Modern European painting and Photo Realism. His character
stood out while he did not, being quite slight at 168cm and less than
62kg. Differing from many of the femmes Mastress had snared Sam had been
comfortably dressing for several years and his collection of dresses and
accessories was extensive. Rachel had been able to prepare a dossier
including a very good femme image so the team could set up his
transformation regiment.
The details of the transitions varied with each but the basics were well
underway for these two. Mastress required that her charges be fully
compliant rather than held by overt force. She'd found that if properly
nurtured during the transformation the latent femme character would
flower within the males and produce a result that surprised the clients.
The redefined person became a female in manner as well as appearance.
This allowed Mastress to stay concealed from authorities that of course
were sent to find the various missing male persons.
These two were settled within the Estate and the re-structuring
initiated several weeks prior to the next assignment. Prior to arriving
in the north the minor surgeries focusing on breast augmentation, vocal
cord adjustment and in some cases castration were completed. These were
handled at a private clinic. Within 24 hours of their capture neither
couldn't be seen as anything other then a slightly bruised females above
the waist. For these two assignments the client's demanded that
tumescence not be altered indicated the eventual incorporation into
someone's specific sex life.
During the three weeks following the gender changes the care was rather
straightforward. In Charles' case though there was a hip adjustment made
once within the Estate. Though she was quite tall the client had
specifically requested that her butt be contoured. Once medically stable
each new girl would begin a daily course focusing on etiquette and
female deportment training. Sam, now called Sofia, had occupied the
girl's days for two weeks.
"This Annabelle should be interesting Suzanne. Quiet she's just barely
off. She needs a bit more sensory stimulus. Rachel said she is more
resistive to the male genital imagery she being exposed to. Mastress has
monitored her sleep movements and suggested a different, subtle plan.
Lee will handle the evening rotation for the next few days. She will be
penetrated while still sedated."
I awoke sharply and this time my eyes seemed clear. It was as if I had
snapped out of a dream. I was naked on a padded table on my tummy and a
new voice was speaking.
"Annabelle, you have entered a new phase of life. As you will find you
will speak, move, and act as a natural feminie woman."
I didn't turn to look to this sound but my heart rate seemed to leap,
these breasts to become super-sensitive and my anus to actually tingle,
as if with a tiny electrical current. What was 'feminie'? The voice was
female but as I looked toward the voice I saw his finely chiseled
features, wide shoulders, thick chest and naked groin. His cock was
stiff and moist.
Then I was away again... asleep.
2b Some Help
Barbara and the girls met Ms. Parson Monday morning. She was a bit
younger than the Liz was expecting. Ms. Parsons had a small but neat
office overlooking the Downtown from the 19th floor of a tall office
building. Julie reviewed my disappearance and the activities the Police
were pursued. Barbara explained our marriage, my background and her
belief that something untold had become of me. Cindy listened, carefully
making notes, and then reviewed the sad statistics of missing persons.
It seems that the vast majority of missed individuals wanted to be
missed. Even leaving completely stable relationships just because they
had a change of heart.
Cindy recommended that a private investigator be hired. The first work
to be done was to acquire copies of any and all street focused security
cameras in the area of the scene. Ms. Parsons approached the
disappearance rationally, and with a small bit of hope. Though this
would be the operating mode of her investigation she quietly told
Barbara when the others were out at the restroom that this was a near
hopeless situation. She asked for the wedding ring to try and collect a
DNA sample. Barb had to grieve as necessary, hope as much as possible,
but be prepared to never see me again. Barbara was stunned. The three
women left Ms. Parson's office and returned to the Hotel to settle their
next step. Should they return to home and simply await more news?
After a deliberate discussion on the merits of Ms. Parson's plan they
agreed to leave Montreal the next morning in Barb's Audi. They traveled
to New York and spent the night at our apartment. Liz had contacted an
old roommate who consulted the bereaved. She had suggested they bring
Barb to her office early the Wednesday morning. They decided to remain
in New York at our place for three days while Barbara settled a leave of
absence from her job for at least two weeks. She planned to return
Friday via plane to Montreal to confer with Ms. Parsons. The girls
pushed her to travel to DC with them.
Barb's return to the north had allowed her to see almost all of the
surveillance tape acquired from the local cameras. The Investigator was
having trouble getting additional recordings from cameras located on two
banking office buildings but he was confident that the copies would be
release within a week or two. Though nothing else was seen from the
viewpoints already in hand one of the bank camera platforms were clearly
a strong possible lead.
Ms. Parsons had no additional leads and informed Barbara late on Friday
that the bank was nearly the last shot. The Police hadn't found any
fingerprints, other than mine, on the shoes and phone. The block where
I'd disappeared was influx due to redevelopment plans being place on
hold in late fall. So most the buildings were empty or nearly so. She
told Barbara that missing persons not found within the first week
general are not found. There was still hope but waiting for the bank
board to release the video cause Barb to head south to DC. She got
settled with Liz and Julie Saturday afternoon. I'd been gone more than a
week.
3b Rachel Enters
Again I seemed to be awake, and on the white metal ceiling I saw an
image of the male only now wearing just a loose pair of pants. His face
had a bit of a stubble beard and he smiled at me. I noticed my heart
rate seemed to change; my breasts were rising and falling. What, my
breasts? I was now very awake. I felt the weight on my chest; I had a
pair of soft naked breasts. I reach up as fast as physically possible to
my chest, surely this wasn't possible! But there were breasts. I touched
them and was immediately surprised by a tingling, and then I became
aware of another unique new sensation. As I took in the man's sharp
features and wide shoulders, the white pants, my anus, my butt hole, was
tingling. My focus was on those white pants and there was the tingle
again when I noticed his bulge. What was happening? I found it
impossible to not look to his cock outlined beneath the fabric.
This was not a dream, now I knew something very different had happened
to me. I could now move about on the bed. I noticed that I was still
restrained by a small chain and gentle cuff attached to both my ankles.
Sitting up I inspected myself. These breasts were heavy and alert, then
my focus was on my pelvis and I confirmed what I'd felt earlier, but my
balls weren't there? I didn't panic; my penis was not affected.
These new breasts, no these perfect breasts, touching them with a subtle
joy; no it was glee. Then I felt my face. There was no beard growth,
smooth, really smooth which is crazy. I had a modest beard and shaved
daily so this couldn't be the case. Further checking my face and neck I
felt the unmistakable, though minor, scar from some type of procedure
done on my throat. Realizing that the breasts might have arisen from a
similar procedure I felt myself for signs of a scar along the underside.
There was none but further exploring into my armpits turned up a very
flat but clear point of insertion.
In wonder I started to evaluate my options. Could there be a
psychotropic drug that could mask all that had been done to me? I had no
mental awareness of three or more medical operations? Then I grabbed at
my cock for some sense of normal and explored myself and found a fourth
scar, tight behind my sac, my balls were gone and the sac severely
reduced! I fell back upon the bed and whined. Yet this wasn't my voice,
not my own! I cried when I heard the altered pitch and breathiness.
They, a pack of wolves, had stolen my very self. I was a eunuch but
more, I was a woman? With a voice to match my femininity. How long had
passed since I'd awoken? Ten minutes? No one was near or observing my
increased agitation.
A soft light appeared over what looked like a door, but the surface was
smooth, with no identifiable pull or even hinges. Within a ten count a
door did open and in walked a tall woman with auburn hair. She was
beautiful and had a subtle smile but said nothing, simply looking
directly at me and moving with purpose toward me. Her hands were at her
sides with palms open, one ring on each hand. As she came near the bed
she slowed and the door opened again with a second female entering. This
beauty was shorter with soft light brown hair falling about her face and
she wore a pair of tall-heeled shoes, the sound bouncing about the
space. Somehow this sound affected my state of mind, calming me. This
second woman stopped near the door about a meter behind the first. She
clearly deferred to the taller woman. Then the tall one spoke.
"You're here as our guest Annabelle. Suzanne will help you with the
restrains and get you settled in your suite. Please move slowly as you
are weak and need to rebuild some lost muscle."
In a chiming sweet voice I said something but it came out as a song "Why
am I here? Who are you? What have you done to my chest and my balls?"
"We're a special sort of Sisterhood that has brought you to a
fulfillment of yourself" said the first woman.
"There is so much of what you will be, what you are now, that needs
help, assistance and guidance to flower. I promise the awareness you
seek will be forthcoming Annabelle. Please continue to trust us as we
have trusted you."
"Trust who, you? How has my life been leading to this? I have breasts
for god's sake, you've altered my body, my voice, I'm not even sure I
would qualify as a man now." It was beguiling hearing this sweet voice.
I was still just sitting there on the table, "What has become of my
wife, my friends, all that was? How did you bring me here and somehow
alter my ability to fight for myself?"
Suzanne moved closer as I got more agitated, and she seemed to have
something in her palm. The auburn hair woman spoke "Please my beauty,
let us removed the cuffs."
Suzanne stepped closer and snapped the chain lose with her fingers so
smoothly I realized I hadn't tried to rip it off myself. She reached out
to me, took my hands in her own, and brought them up across my breasts,
lightly touching the nipples, and then to my mouth.
Having two beautiful women near my nakedness was troubling. My nipples
were stiff and my pulse quickened. It was as if they could control my
respond to their touch.
The tall one then said, "I'm Rachel and we're happy to have you with us.
Please let us help you adjust to these circumstances Annabelle."
Then she leaned in and kissed me passionately on my mouth, her warm
tongue somehow calming my thoughts. I kissed her as well, not resisting
her soft soothing tongue. With that she turned away and the door open as
she approached.
Suzanne didn't move as the first woman left, but a moment later she came
closer, reaching for my facile penis, stroking me slowly, allowing it to
rise, and then placed her mouth atop the head. I watched as she brought
me to near peak. Her mouth felt wonderful, I'd had many blowjobs but her
tongue was extraordinary. I came in the next instant, the seed spilling
from her mouth. She licked her lips gathering it with her tongue and
turning to me, kissed me, sharing the seed. I nearly passed out due to
my general weakness, the events and changes to my body still swirling in
my brain and now a beauty was pushing my cum deep into my mouth. The
kiss went on for several moments, her tongue slipping about mine with
the sweet juice from my cock?
I can't explain my behavior nor my inaction. Something in my mind had
also been revised by this Sisterhood. Suzanne turned away and retrieved
some slightly heel slippers and placed them on my feet. She reached to
steady me as she rotated my body off the table and my heeled feet
touched the floor. She did this quietly all the while holding me as
support.
"Watch your step dear, are you chilled?" she said as her hand came
around my waist and held my nakedness. The sway of my new breasts was a
surprise.
4b Washington
When she arrived home Julie had set a plan in action to comfort Barbara
and help her relax. The three spent the night on the town, dancing at a
gay club, then retired to sleep the night's hell off. Barb had a very
difficult time that first week in DC. She had to wrap up the loose ends
of three work assignments and as each day slipped by she worried that I
had abandoned her; just decided to leave.
Julie had agreed to accompany Barbara back to Montreal the following
Friday to check on the final bank recording. Their flight would arrive
early Friday morning.
At their meeting with Ms. Parsons she indicated that they needed to ask
a specialist to process one of the bank tapes. It was pointed at the
neighborhood and zone I had been in when I disappeared, though the
frames didn't seem to provide anything except the girls walking
southward then returning to look for me. The second bank camera missed
the abduction scene by a whole block, so it was useless. Cindy told the
girls that the extra processing wouldn't be ready for at least a week
due to a backlog at the firm doing the work. They made plans to return
to Montreal the later in January. I'd been gone more than two weeks.
Julie and Barbara returned to DC Friday evening and were met by Liz at
National and the three went back into town for dinner. The girls were
exasperated with the lack of new information. Weeks after the
disappearance they weren't giving up but each needed to get back to
their jobs. This left Barb with some time on her hands. She decided to
return via train to our apartment to see if there was any hint of a
reason I had disappeared. On Monday afternoon she arrived and started
digging through my files, drawers and tried to open my MAC. It was
password protected but she had an idea of the possible combinations. Two
hours later she got it open: our wedding date backward with the given
names to our two deceased babies.
The hard drive offered no clues since I didn't keep any of my
interesting files on it. She clicked on the browser history of the first
one that auto opened but it also wasn't helpful. I'd used a second
browser for my story and porn traffic to prevent just what she was
attempting. Late into the night she continued and finally she found the
background browser. I'd failed to clear the history for at least three
weeks prior to our Montreal trip. She found the weblinks detailing my
sexual interests first, then the story site link, which opened three
long discourses on slow femme transition and on femdom authority.
Though hurt she wasn't too surprised by the content, but it caused her
to consider whether these were somehow tied to my disappearance. Still
just a loose thought because it was such a crazy thing to consider:
hubby likes to read transgender porn, is taken by someone, get made-up
by a domme and then fucked. She now felt my running away wasn't really
plausible, since all of our accounts were untapped, and I could easily
have just told her I was leaving without her having to suffer as she now
did. She believed I'd been taken but why and by whom?
She searched the web for similar circumstances of the kidnapping of men.
There were news stories of thousands of women being taken, never
recovered, nor released. These the Police filed as sex crimes. This was
where she got a spark. She considered the stories of gender change she
read on my Mac, somehow the possibility seemed somewhat plausible. Maybe
they needed to reconsider what and whom they were searching for. To my
reasonable, beautiful and anguished wife this was just too much of a
'story'. Barbara grabbed my laptop computer and a mess of miscellaneous
items from my desk and headed back to DC.
5b The Suite
Suzanne was near me and I was naked. I was a girl with a cock being
guided down a long hall by a beautiful girl. She had her arm around my
chest just below my breasts, "We need to prevent too much movement
here," she said as she pulled me closer to restrict the motion.
I considered this for a moment then said, "That feels very delightful
though."
We moved slowly along a stone vaulted corridor. I noticed the sound we
caused; our heels hitting the stone. I felt a bit lost but was comforted
by her presence.
"Annabelle I hope you're starting to realize we've taken every possible
measure to assure your safety." It was Suzanne speaking but I could just
see Rachel was further along the hall.
"But what of Barbara my wife?" I interjected as we moved slowly along a
hall. Though naked I wasn't chilled with her near.
"Don't fear, she is well. Though she clearly misses you. She's moved in
with the couple you were with in December."
"She left her position due to my capture? I must speak with her now!" I
said, looking about for some escape, tottering in the heels and still
woozy.
"No, you will not, and quiet down or Rachel will intervene."
Why I can't explain but I stopped talking, I stopped thinking of
running. I noticed my shadow on the floor, as thin as the woman leading
me, to where? I'd appeared to have lost many kilos.
Suzanne was again speaking to me, "She is with two beautiful women and
that has settled her somewhat. Though she hasn't sold your apartment as
of yet."
I wanted to ask about my thinness but said, with a soft voice "But how
do you justify making these changes to me and therefore to her life?"
"We're certain that all will be good for the three of them and
eventually you. This may seem as a far flung interruption of your world,
but as the next several weeks will show, it's for your happiness Anna."
"You've even selected a nickname for me?"
"No dear girl. We found the name and many of the subtle details that
you've acquired from searching carefully through your history. I think
you know which history I mean don't you?"
We continued to move along several similar spaces but Rachel seems to
have disappeared. We reached a wide doorway with a soft oaken tone.
Suzanne swung the door away and we entered a beautiful bedroom en suite.
End of Part Two, To be continued,
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