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A Visit to the North by MadQuill
Part Three
This is a mystery story of Annabelle's changed life. The characters are
all fictional. There are many chapters so please consider finding and
reading the earlier parts. Please leave your comments.
A Lead
The return train ride to Washington allowed Barbara time to consider and
think of the possibilities. She just considered the web data and
connections too improbable. Was her concealment of her past sexual
adventures also part of this abduction? Yet she had evaluated the record
of my searches. Might she have been part of my curious behavior? Had she
informed me of her sexual history would our situation be somehow
different? She was now able to see the hell of the past weeks as leading
to something.
She realized she must hire someone else to try and view the security
films. Why wait around for someone 600 miles away to give her some hope?
She felt she must continue to do something rather than just waiting for
news. This new idea could help and it may turn up some new lead. She
reached a friend who worked with a technology firm in New York who in
turn contacted an acquaintance who did some contract work with the Feds.
He provided the name of specialist capable of digital analysis of the
security films. Once back in DC Barbara did not share her discoveries
with her girlfriends.
Ms. Parsons agreed to provide Barbara with a record copy for the files
and had the full file sent via a dropbox folder to her. Barbara's call
to the owner of the firm gave her a lift. The possible work would
require a fee of $2,500 so she arranged the transfer. He agreed to place
one of his advanced techs on the assignment but cautioned patience. They
suggested allowing at least a week to get deep into the digital file
processing, but this would provide some information at least ten days
sooner than the northern crew promised.
After the transfer Barb told the girls about her new tactic during
dinner. Julie and Liz were anxious about going behind the northern
Police but also agreed the investigation seemed stalled. The third week
of the investigation didn't end well, since they were simply waiting
again. I'd been gone more than three weeks and Liz decided to offer a
distraction. The three would attend a party on Saturday evening at
Julie's close friend's apartment in the Watergate.
I was still anxious about Barbara. Why had I been taken and why had the
Sisterhood changed our lives? Yet being near these women was
distracting. My suite was filled with Suzanne's scent. My eyes watched
her every move, studying her movement. Her words were filling my mind.
The details of the furnishing and decorating of this suite, the soft
pastel tones as well as the fresh flowers were so feminine. On the stand
near the bed was a pitcher of water.
I asked Suzanne, "May I please drink, the water?"
"This is your suite Annabelle."
She reached for the water and brought me the cool glass.
"Let's get you comfortable Annabelle. We'll review your wardrobe in the
morning. For now please settled on the bed and nap. I'll return with
some simple food very shortly OK?"
As she left I looked about from my position on the edge of the bed. This
was a beautiful sunlit room and I hadn't seen the sun in many days.
There was a large dressing room to the right and a stone bathe beyond. I
was light headed after the walk.
I thought of Barbara. Could she so easily move on? I truly wasn't aware
of how long I'd been in their care. Maybe three or four weeks? Earlier
Suzanne had said eighteen days, but Barb wouldn't have made such a
change in a spirited fashion. She was more deliberate then that. Maybe
the girls simply took her into their care similar to how the Sisterhood
has done with me. The irony didn't escape me. How I had become a faux
lesbian was beyond me, or was I simply a man with breasts? I rolled to
my side and pulled the bedclothes over my still naked body. Quickly I
fell asleep, the dreams of the women again filling my mind.
The Party
Barbara was taken aback when they arrived to a room full of beautiful
women. She wandered about just observing the crowd when a couple from
New York introduced themselves. Liz had promised Barb that no one would
know of her loss nor the past three weeks of anxiety.
"You're Julie and Liz girlfriend from New York right?"
The two beautiful women spoke about how they had knew her friends Liz
and Julie, as well as others at the party and how they had met. Barbara
shared several glasses of champagne with these two. Stacey was tall and
a brunette with a model thin frame and small breasts. Alexa was the
younger and a Yale graduate that had beautiful green eyes and an intense
personality. Barb noted that they were both dressed in pants and a
blouse, the only women dressed so.
After the first hour had passed several of the women, two whom were
unattached, approached her and made passes. One tall blonde was quite
aggressive and while Barbara was intrigued by the attention she noted a
certain strength that seemed to calm her. She was very attracted to this
woman but was surprised by the woman's direct and clear intent, her
beautiful eyes were boring deep into Barb.
"I believe most women can be lesbian Barbara, and I think to hold to
heterosexuality is unhealthy dear. Lesbian and bisexual aren't helpful
to define us. We're just attracted to each other."
Barb had moved a little closer. The woman's Chanel suit and the her
smile, as well as the champagne were causing her to loss control. The
woman was now touching her. There was a moment when she was almost close
enough to kiss this woman.
"I want to be clear Barbara, I want to take you, to fuck you". She
reached to kiss Barbara and caressed her left breast. While Barb was
enjoying herself she didn't return with the woman to her apartment.
Barb was shocked to be told in the cab ride back home that the New York
women were actually a transgender couple.
They were so naturally beautiful she didn't notice, "but I'm a little
drunk. You mean they both have penises?"
Julie answered, "No, only Stacey. Alexa had the surgery about a year
ago. She has a vagina and they're a committed couple."
Barb considered what this implied for a moment. Then she mentioned the
aggressive pass she'd left. "We saw that Victoria was on to you. She
loves submissive girls."
"Then why was she so on me? I mean she asked me to go home with her."
The taxi pulled up to their door and the discussion turned to the plans
for the next evening.
Julie slept with Barb that night, simply cuddling her as they fell
asleep in each others arms. They were all planning to return the next
weekend to Montreal. Maybe something would break open case.
The Salon
As the early sunset of mid January darken the suite I was awaken by
Suzanne and a new beauty. Suzanne carried a large tray with an
assortment of food and drink. I focused my still groggy head on the
voluptuous woman that Suzanne introduced as Margrette. She was taller
than Suzanne but a bit heavier with a splendid ass. She cleared the
stand for Suzanne and sat down beside me, possibly to help stabilize my
still weak core. I picked slowly through the food items, eating some
cheese and fruits, than drank some more water. Suzanne moved about the
room collecting several clothing items she hoped to induce me to put on
since I was still naked. When I was sufficiently fed for the evening the
two escorted me to the large bathe. The stone was warm under foot and
the space seemed to be a perfect temperature for a naked body.
These two women had clearly been involved in my care during the passed
weeks. They seemed to know exacting how to cleanse my body and my now
shaggy hair and address my cuticles. I'd realized now that my nails were
now very long, well more than a centimeter past the finger ends, and
they had clearly been maintained. They had a special finish atop and
below. I later learned the finish was called a French manicure.
After my toilette was completed they informed me that an enema was
standard practice at the Estate. They all practiced the Basti cleansing.
For now I would be helped with the preparation until I had enough
practice to complete the cleansing on my own. I'd seemed to have lost
more than 5 kilograms while they had modified my diet. I asked Suzanne
about this and she was explicit.
"Annabelle you'll lose at least another five prior to being allowed to
enjoy a normal diet."
Prior to our visit north I was a comfortable 71kg male. Not skinny but I
was athletic and thirty-seven years old. I noted that someone must have
entered the suite and cleared the food tray for there was a beautiful
array of fine clothing and lingerie atop the bed where the tray was
previously. As I entered the room I notice a third women standing aside
with the tray in her hands. I immediately noticed that her dress which
was partially open revealing her right nipple with a gleaming silver
ring hanging from it. As I stepped closer now seeing that both of her
nipples were pierced I became aroused.
She spoke to the others, "Mastress has asked us to retire and allow the
girl to sleep."
I didn't make note that I was 'the girl' but I was alone and went to the
bed and fell into a sound sleep. Sometime during my sleep the girl's
must have returned, since I awoke later and found my body clothed in
soft white lingerie. I noted the feel of the nearly translucent garments
but halted when I realized that my anus was not empty. I reached beneath
the soft chemise and touched a warm, round and domed shape slightly
protruding and though not uncomfortable the object was causing a
distraction and unsettled my state.
Now awake I saw a woman standing near waiting. She was beautifully
dressed in a long gown of soft Celeste blue in color falling nearly to
her heels. It was the woman from the evening before. I notice so many
details of her dress within that blink, her pale white hose' the tall
yet slightly platformed heels, her hair dressing was a band of matte
silver, her nails the color of her dress.
Noting I was alert she approached and spoke, "My name is Catherine and I
will assist you today. You wear my stone atop the plug. Please sit up
Annabelle."
I did as she requested and was surprised that the plug didn't seem to
affect my action. She sat beside me and smiled.
"You're to understand that each night you must be settled for bed in a
similar manner of dress and one of the other girls will plug you. We
will teach you to properly care for your body Annabelle."
She stood and walked to the dressing room, intending that I follow.
Catherine opened the drawer and began to assemble an outfit for me to
wear.
"Today will be spent with the beauticians. They will work on your hair
as well as your nails. A simple outfit will be appropriate."
"There are several drawers here for your undergarments, others for
stockings and socks, and other drawers for your blouses and sweaters. In
the two closets are your range of dresses, skirts and several gowns.
Please spend some time becoming aware of all we've given you. We'll
slowly teach you the art of dressing and help you define your style.
You'll eventually be handling the daily dressing on your own. Now let's
get you ready for your day. Please stand here near the bureau and we'll
review the proper method of putting on the various garments."
She moved to her knee in front of me holding the white undergarments.
"The thong is to be put on and used to restrain your small penis."
She moved my soft cock toward my rear cleft and brought the panty panel
up to my crotch. The panel covered the plug's exposed end as well.
Continuing to adjust my panty, "Then using the sides you position the
thong about your hips. We happily noted that your figure needed no
adjustment here. You have a beautiful wide bottom and hips Madeleine. A
brassiere is essential to stabilize the surgery on your breasts as they
settle. You will see your breasts increase slightly in the next two to
three weeks while your weight comes down to the acceptable level. Here
let me help you this time."
I needed no help and slipped the garment on.
"Oh, I see you've already done this many times. Let me check the
result."
Standing she made a minor adjustment to the bra straps and seemed
please. "Today you'll wear these pantyhose so as to prevent any unwanted
sexually activity."
These were high quality nylon yet nearly translucent tights.
"While we assess your compliance to the dressing standards you'll be
wearing similar tights. Possibly next week we'll initiate a corset or
possibly a suspender belt. It will depend on the waist reduction we
see."
"Please show me your hands. Yes, they are smooth. Begin by balling the
left leg of the tights with your thumbs inside, place your foot into the
opening and settle the seam at the toes." Catherine paused while I ran
the material up my left leg.
"Very good, you're aware of the method. But stop and bring the other leg
into the stocking and now roll them over your knees and voila'. You've
done well. They look good, just a bit of adjustment. See how these
appear now?"
I looked over my shoulder and watched her make a subtle shift in the
material.
"Notice how the stockings tighten the affect of the thong and minimize
your mound bulge."
I was very aware of the tautness in my groin, even though it had been
years since I had dressed this way.
"Now you need an appropriate slip to allow your dress to settled nicely.
With this soft blue winter dress you'd select which color?"
I moved with Catherine to the open drawer, which held so many soft
pieces of lingerie in many colors. I reviewed the selections and picked
up a nude toned slip with a cut full slit.
"I would have expected you to select a white version of a similar style
but the neutral tone is good for the dress. Good, now can you put it on
please?"
I slipped the garment over my head and the satin fell nicely into place.
"I prefer the next article to be the heels since they are critical to
the look of any outfit. All of these have been checked previously on
your feet so you may review them and decide which pair you'd wear with
the dress."
Not seeing a blue pair of heels I asked, "Does a black pair seem
suitable?"
"Why not simply put them on and see."
I slipped on the right and than the other heel. These were slight in
height, maybe 85mm.
"Humm, I think they'll do Anna. Please walk around the suite in them to
see how they feel. Then proceed to the bathe and we'll complete your
toilette."
Once walking off of the carpet I heard the click of my heels on the wood
floor. Returning to Catherine in the bathe she directed me.
"Please lean over the basin, that's a girl," she pulled the waistband of
the tights lower, "so I may remove my plug. Oh it's a bit resistive."
She wet her index finger with her saliva and ran the moisture around the
edge of the plug. Her touch was so delicate yet I was surprised by the
arousal. I pushed back toward her hand. With this lubricant she easily
popped the jeweled probe from my anus, then turned and replaced the plug
for only a moment, as if to assure it still fit. I moaned slightly with
the reinsertion and gasped when I was empty.
"You seemed intended for this my beauty. Together with your looks and
soft breasts this need within will suit your world well. Maybe later
I'll fully penetrate you, that is if Mastress will approve."
I'd not heard Catherine correctly, I was surprised by the word
'penetrate', "Mistress you said?"
"No newbie, I said Mastress."
I wasn't aware then how well I would come to know the meaning of this
new name, and how Mastress would complete me at every level. Rine simply
continued without offering additional details.
We were standing at the mirror and I saw a different person standing
next to Rine, "You've had two or three minor facial adjustments. I
believe here," she touched my brow, now arched strongly.
I smiled softly, "And here, the lip lift as well as your voice
adjustment." Her finger at my lips lead me to open my mouth. My tongue
touching her long digit.
It was my face but just subtle adjustments had been made. I studied
myself, "What do you think caused them to do these procedures?"
Catherine said smiling, "Annabelle, you're more lovely that's why. You
are to live as a woman, not some intersex. See, even without makeup you
look lovely."
"Now you must be silent and complete your preparations. I'll fill the
reservoir for you to cleanse yourself."
She withdrew the plug once again. The process was to become a normal
part of day, just as my shower or brushing my hair. Now cleaned and
dressed Catherine lead me from the suite and toward the salon for my
first appointment at the Estate. The heels were of modest height and so
the walk only caused a minor discomfort.
"Bonjour, Comment vas-tu?" Catherine said to announce our arrival.
The room didn't surprise, it was like any salon I been in, but I was the
'client' and there were three technicians ready to work. Two of the
girls stood back awaiting me to get situated in the chair. Then one
washed and dried my hair, the other worked on my nails, changing the
color to a strong red rather than renewing the soft pink. My manicure
distracted me from the activities of the other two women. I now realized
they were carefully analyzing my hair and comparing various strands of
different tones of hair samples.
I quietly asked what they were up to, "We're selecting the material for
your extensions. The length and color must be carefully coordinated to
meet the specific request. We'll be involved with this for the next
three to four hours. Are you comfortable?"
"Please do not speak to the techs Annabelle." Catherine wasn't upset but
stern to illustrate her control. "Another word and I'll have to gag you
do you understand?"
I nodded rather then speak again and risk a gag. How easily I conformed
to the directions form the women of the Estate. Where was my
independence?
A long while had passed when I realized I'd faded off. My tummy ached. I
looked about. The weight of my hair surprised me as I turned left and
then the other way looking for the techs or Catherine. I was alone and
sat upright to notice a mirror with a very different girl presented to
me. My head was a flow of soft strawberry blonde waves, almost curls,
reaching passed my bosom in the front. I rotated and swirled the locks
back and forth. Why did I fall in for this so easily? It was a sensual
transformation but I seemed unable to resist in anyway the changes to my
body and therefore my mind.
"Good to see you like the style and color, and the nails?" said
Catherine coming into the salon.
"I can say this is nearly as radical as the affect of my voice change
and as grand as finding I enjoy having breasts. What else can you do to
destroy my ability to find my wife and myself? Oh, and I'm starved. Can
we get something to eat? How did they manage this?"
"Certainly we can and will, so long as you're aware of your diet control
OK? Simple Annabelle, hair extensions."
She'd mentioned the restrictions earlier. I was to get my weight below
60 kilograms and than I could move to more substantive foods. In the
meantime it was salads, smoothies and protein shakes.
I enjoyed the feel of the hair falling across my shoulders, "This is
wonderful."
"You'll have to wait another 15 minutes for the techs to do your makeup
though."
When we left the salon the staff's smiles assured me that I looked
feminine. They knew of the Sisterhood's method of transformation?
Catherine simply stated, "No, their consultants who need to stay on our
best side. They haven't any awareness of your history."
I immediately started to plot a move including the techs. Catherine
stopped it short by turning me toward her, taking my curled head in her
hands, and kissed me deeply.
"Annabelle I've want to do that since this morning. You are so exciting
to me."
Her hand reached to pat my mound, concealed by the clothes but still
sensitive to her attention. She kissed me again.
"I love women Anna." Her hand slid into my thong and grasped my swelling
cock. She turned to me and smiled.
I was adrift in her scent, her softness and the emotion and love of her
tongue. Catherine's care and attention was difficult to classify as
simply helping me. Nor could I stall my tumescence.
Standing near the stonewall she held my shoulders, "Anna since you've
not been milked today, and you're so stiff I want you in my body."
Within a moment she'd moved me toward the stonewall, my face flushed
from her kisses. She pulled my pantyhose down, turned and had my stiff
cock in her butt, not her pussy. I'd never been treated to this type of
intercourse so I tried to go slowly assuming it was painful.
I breathed deeply as my cock entered her back passage, "How can I slip
into this opening so readily?"
"That's a good girl. I'm required to keep my bum accessible too. The
probe slowly opens us there. Just the patient lover I needed."
I tried to enjoy pushing into her butt as long as possible. The speed of
her actions also didn't allow my mind to recall my marital status.
Shortly though I released a spasm and withered, my semi-rigid penis
slipping from her opening.
I looked to her bottom and saw my cum oozed from her hole. I don't know
how I came to the next thought but I just turned her, bent over and
licked the seed from her, sliding my tongue into her butt where my cock
just was. Tasting my seed, oh what a slutty thing to have done! I
slumped to the stone floor realizing what I had just done.
Just at that instant Suzanne appeared and rushed to help me before I hit
the floor. She lifted my head and looked at Catherine.
"Mastress will be angry Rine!"
I must have passed out or was just exhausted. The two women returned me
to the suite. Catherine left me in Suzanne's care and a short while
later she got me to the shower. She placed the plastic protective cap
over my long tresses.
"You're my responsibility tonight and first I need you to allow me
access to your bum, please lean here while I install my plug."
I turned to watch her as she parted my cheeks and pressed the steel plug
passed my sphincter.
"Yes, it's a bit bigger then Rine's but you'll be fine. We all have
access to your body Annabelle, though Mastress hasn't released control
of your pussy."
I wondered about the special training. My bum had clearly been filled
prior to this morning. But I had to focus to allow this new stone to
enter. Slowly it passed my entrance and I gasped aloud when it sealed
me. She bathed me with care and after a soft drying placed a new even
tighter thong on me.
"Your hair must be protected, just this night. While you sleep you'll
wear it up with this special cap."
We retired to the bedroom and she had me dress in a lovely black
negligee' which seemed fitted since it clung to my nascent curves. She
closed the light and I fell asleep.
My dreams were very different this night. A beautiful woman approached
my bed. I couldn't see her face but it was winter pale, and in the shape
of a heart, her lips covered by a deep French red rose lipstick. Her
eyebrows were softly arched and slim above her bright green eyes. She
closed the door, silently and glided to me aside the bed. She was
standing over me in heels. This woman of timeless beauty moved closer.
Her gown fell open and I could see her sexy profile and her breasts as
she moved. Her legs were clad in a pair of white silk stockings ending
with a pair of taupe 120mm heels.
Her appearance was of natural and flawless skin with little makeup and a
single strand of pearls around her neck resting within the cleavage of
her pale white gown. This clearly dominant woman gently mounted my bed
and lifted my hips to rotate my body so my face was in the pillow, while
sliding my thong aside. She reached for my breast, then the other. I
suddenly wanted it all, I needed to experience her control and power. I
looked back toward her over my shoulder as she pulled aside her gown to
expose a phallus protruding from her mound; it was buried deep inside
her pussy? Yet eighteen glistening centimeters extended toward me. With
her hand guiding her cock she entered me, sliding deep into my anus. Her
hips began to slowly rock, pushing her cock in and out of me. I watched
her eyes as she fucked me over my shoulder and witnessed her face filled
with passion as we both climbed to orgasm. Somehow I awaited her peak
prior to my own release. The harder her thrusts the more I enjoyed her
fucking.
to be continued,
End of Part Three
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