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Stockholm Syndrome Part 4
I spent most of that day second guessing my decision to involve Pete in
my mess. He was a nice guy who really was just looking for a little
casual sex and I wound up putting his life in jeopardy. I assuaged my
guilt with the thought that I really wasn't looking to involve him; I
was just trying to get laid. It really didn't help so I just put it off
to desperate people do desperate things. And with that comforting
thought I went running on the beach at the usual time each of the next
couple of days, hoping and praying that I would see him, but I did not.
I was sickened; with Doc away neither of the others would say anything
even if they had got Pete. On the third morning I went running as
usual, I reached my usual stopping point and turned to see Happy
trotting slowly, shouting as usual, that I had gone too far. Just then
I saw a jeep come out of a driveway at one of the houses along the
beach, three men in blue nylon jackets grabbed Happy, put him on the
ground and handcuffed him. I was stunned, two men who I had just passed
fishing approached me and said, "Terence Morris, please come with us,
we are with the FBI."
We walked over the dune bridge and in the parking lot were several
black SUV's. They showed me into one of them, sitting in the back seat
was a well- dressed man about 40, who said, "My name in Brian Callahan,
I am an Assistant US Attorney, you are not in any trouble, but you may
be a material witness in a current investigation and we wish to take
you to Boston to conduct an interview. Is that all right with you?
I replied breathing a heavy sigh of relief, "Mr. Callahan I would be
happy to cooperate in any way I can; and would be thrilled to be taken
anywhere away from here and my captors..."
He smiled broadly and replied, "That is great, err."
I interrupted and said, "Call me Terry."
He said, "Thank you Terry, I believe it would be best if you re assumed
your male persona until this is over, we will want you to change a t a
rest area on the highway."
I was crushed!!! Of course I wanted to be out of this prison but how I
had reveled in my 24 by 7 feminine alter ego. Could I go back? I guess
I would find out soon, it didn't look like I had a choice.
They stopped at a rest area and basically closed off the entire
building with security, I was given a non- descript bag of clothing and
shown into the men's room. With much regret and even a tear, I
reassumed my male persona. Thinking all the time I really liked Teresa;
far more that I liked Terence.
When we arrived at the Federal Building in Boston, I was given some
food and some coffee and then the grueling 4 hour interview started. I
was truthful even down to enjoying being dressed as a girl. When we
finished I was turned over to a couple of US Marshalls who took me to a
nice apartment in the Seaport District and ordered take out Chinese. I
had sense of D?j? vu! The next day I was brought back and Brian had me
read over the statement that had been prepared. I made a few
corrections, the changes were made and I signed it.
I asked, "So what happens now?"
Brian replied, "Well I have some homework to do, but we want to get you
before a grand jury as soon as possible and go for indictments."
"Really!"
I replied, "I wouldn't think I would make a creditable witness."
Brian said, "That where the homework comes in."
I asked, "Can I help?"
He replied, "Well yes you can, I have set up an appointment tomorrow
for you with Dr. Simons, a psychiatrist."
I replied, "Sounds like fun. By the way what happened to Happy and
Sneezy?"
Brian laughed and said, "I thought dwarfs only whistled but these guys
are singing their hearts out! We have arrested the one called Frodo and
are pursuing the head guy OZ. We have not got any leads on the one
called Doc though."
Inwardly I was happy to hear that.
I said, "What about Pete?"
Brian replied, "Who is Pete? And why doesn't he have a dwarf or hobbit
name?"
I laughed and said, "That's because he is not one of them, he is the
guy who I gave the letter to."
Brian replied, "Oh that explains it we have some grainy security camera
footage of him running into the lobby and giving the envelope to the
security guard. We may need him to testify."
I replied, "I would rather keep him out of this."
Brian responded, "That really isn't your call."
Reluctantly I gave him Pete's information.
My day with the shrink was pure torture; Dr. Simons looked like a
caricature of a shrink right down to the Freudian goatee. We delved
into my innermost thoughts and feelings and I felt wasted by the time
it was over.
A couple of exceptionally boring days passed, it was certainly more
interesting to be kept confined in drag than in boy mode.
Finally I was brought to Brian's office for a meeting.
He said, "I have empaneled a grand jury and you will testify in two
days. Dr. Simon's diagnosis is that you suffer from Gender Diaspora
and Stockholm syndrome, with that I am sure we can get an indictment."
I replied, "Well I don't consider gender diaspora something I suffer
from, I think of it more as a gift, but Stockholm syndrome?"
Brian replied, "Stockholm syndrome is a condition that causes hostages
to develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survival
strategy during captivity. These feelings, resulting from a bond formed
between captor and captives during intimate time spent together, are
generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured
by the victims. The FBI's Hostage Barricade Database System shows that
roughly eight percent of victims show evidence of Stockholm syndrome. "
He continued, "As to the crossdressing, well it is more mainstream that
in the past, and it can be posited that it was part of the kidnappers
plan to disguise you. By the way your friend Pete will also testify;
would you like to see him?"
Somewhat flummoxed I replied, "No, I don't want Pete to see me as a
male, but I was hoping to keep him out of this."
Brian replied, "His testimony is key in establishing your desire to
escape your captivity."
I did write a note to Pete, saying how much I appreciated what he had
done for me and hinted that when it was all over I would thank him in
person.
Just as Brian said the grand jury testimony went well and indictments
for kidnapping and various other lesser charges were delivered against
Saggy, Oz, Frodo, and the dwarfs.
Another week of endless boredom passed interrupted by a quick trip to
New York to give testimony to another grand jury investigating the
Bionome insider trading deal, the source of all this. My seeing Saggy
at the Four Seasons hotel that day seemed a lifetime ago at this point
in time.
Saggy was indicted for that too.
Another excruciatingly boring week passed I used my official diagnosis
as a wedge and convince Brian that I should be allowed to dress as a
girl occasionally or I might go bonkers and be no good as a witness
when the trials came. They gave me a $500 prepaid credit card which I
put to good use doing some online shopping. It did not take much effort
to relieve the boredom, but it did demonstrate how much I really did
not like my male existence anymore. However short my time en femme had
been I knew now that was how I wanted to live my life. But that meant
starting over somewhere else and figuring out how to make a living.
Now one on my guards was a young guy named Tommy De Franco. He didn't
seem much like a G-man and he liked to talk. He told me he only got the
marshal job because his father was a federal judge. Because he was the
junior man he got the night shift.
Having received my shipment from Glamour Boutique, I was anxious to try
it out. I put on my breast forms and waist cincher I put on a lot of
eye makeup, long false eyelashes and lots of eye shadow to give my eyes
a real smoky look. I used a bright red lipstick and false nails to
match. It was clearly a moment for being blond so I went with the
shoulder length wig. Large silver hoop earrings finished the look. I
was wearing a flimsy see through robe, bra and panties and high heeled
slippers. I walked out of my bedroom; sat on the sofa right next to him
and lit a cigarette. Tommy just stared with his mouth wide open. I
took a deep drag and exhaled it and said, "Come sit a little closer big
boy"
He slid right next to me. I took my free hand and caressed the inside
of his thigh. While I continued to do one sexy exhale after another,
Tommy seemed to be turned on my sexy smoking. Shamelessly I moved my
hand higher up on his thigh. I could see his cock straining to get out
of his pants.
I started to play with his balls. His cock was starting to rise; I took
a deep drag bent down and blew the smoke all around his cock. He seems
to like that.
I crushed the cigarette out in the ash tray and said, "I see something
I'd rather smoke."
I licked the inside of his thighs and took his balls. Then I took each
ball and sucked on it several times. His cock was now fully erect, I
first licked it from the scrotum to the head and then licked the head
all around like it was an ice cream cone. I playfully clenched my teeth
around the head of his cock and scraped them then let his cock slowly
out of my mouth keeping just the slightest pressure on it with my
teeth. This drove him wild. He rolled me off of him and then climbed on
top of me, his knees on either side of my head, his dick dangling in
front of my lips. I just opened wide, and Tommy took over from here. He
fucked my head vigorously, pounded his swollen cock in to my mouth over
and over again, cursing me and calling me a slut, whenever he could
catch his breath. For some reason he pulled out and ejaculated in my
face. I made a big deal out of licking it off my face.
After a while I started rubbed my thigh on his knee, then I kissed his
nipples. He responded by caressing my ass. At the first sign of life
in his cock, I grabbed it and started playing with it. Soon it was
erect. I looked soulfully into his eyes and said, "Fuck my ass!"
Then I turned my back and bent over slightly. I felt Tommy's cock push
slowly and steadily up my anus, his hands held my hips steady as he
started to thrust his pelvis deeper and deeper inside me. I pretended
it was it was painful. I closed my eyes, clenched my fists and bit down
on my lower lip. In truth much larger men than Tommy had been down this
path. After a little while I changed my demeanor and started to moan as
if it was becoming oh so pleasurable. He was breathing heavily and I
could feel his warm breath on my back. I began to move my hips in
rhythm with his thrusts. My face was flushed; I was licking my lips,
and wiggling my ass with each and every thrust of his manhood. Now I
was breathing heavy and shouting, "Yesss."
In an instant his whole body seemed to shudder and I felt something
warm in my ass. It was over, way too soon as far as I was concerned. We
collapsed into each other's arms. I moaned with pleasure and said,
"Tommy that was awesome."
Sadly Tommy was reassigned after that night so my boredom continued.
In a few days I was brought over to Brian's office; he smiled as he
came in and said, "It's over!"
Startled I said, "What's over?"
He said, "Saggy pleaded out to securities fraud and received immunity
on the kidnapping charge as long as he testifies against Oz, Frodo and
the dwarfs."
I asked, "Is Saggy going to jail?"
Brian replied, "The deal is for five years but he will probably be
paroled after two. I am sure you were hoping for more but we preferred
not to go to trial. With his testimony and that the dwarfs, OZ and
Frodo also took pleas bargains of 15 to 2O years."
Thoughtfully I replied, "No I really did not want this to go to trial
either, and as long as they are all punished I am good with it, it is
just so sudden. Am I free to go?"
Brian smiled and said, "Yes you are, but there is one more thing..."
I sighed and said, "And that is?"
He replied, "Our forensic accountants went through Saggy's books with a
fine tooth comb, and found money set aside to pay you $2.5 million in
commissions for something to do with a company called Genometron."
I said, "Yes in a vain hope of getting released, I did some analysis
that showed Saggy he was going to lose a bundle on that investment but
it was hardly worth that."
Brian smiled and replied, "The US Attorney's office in New York
interviewed Saggy's Chief Counsel and Chie Financial Officer who
attended the meeting that your analysis prompted and they said the
company avoided a $50 million loss due to your work. The CFO felt a 5 %
commission would be in order and recorded it on the books. He asked
Saggy for your contact information but never received it..."
Still incredulous I asked, "So if Saggy did not authorize payment and I
never knew about it, it can't be considered a bribe?"
Brian laughed and said, "Correct, naturally there will be some
paperwork and IRS forms to complete and sign."
I was free at last! I checked myself into an extended stay hotel in the
Seaport District and put the wheels of my new life in motion. I
purchased some very high quality wigs and a set of realistic breast
forms. I quickly purchased a limited wardrobe in hopes of improving my
body in the very near future. To that end, I spent hours in the workout
room getting rid of the effects of months of inactivity.
I applied for a gender neutral driver's license with my feminine
picture, had my CPA license reissued to just T. R. Morris instead of
Terence.
I decided to invest in my new persona with full body electrolysis and a
little bit of cosmetic surgery to make my eyes bigger.
Now it was time for the new wardrobe and this time it wasn't going to
be at the outlet mall.
I must have spent a week on fashionable Newbury Street buying all that
I wanted.
Step one was complete; I was an almost new person. So much for what I
could control! The next step was to contact Pete to see if he had any
interest in pursuing a relationship. He had taken on the role of hero
in my mind so it seemed obvious to me that the hero and heroine should
live happily ever after. But I also realized that we had a lot of sex
and very little conversation in what was really a very few days. Maybe
I was just the gurl of the week. Then again if Pete was the one, why
did I screw Tommy?
I summoned the courage to call his office but the receptionist said he
was out of the office. I chose not to leave a message since I wanted
to control when the conversation took place.
The more I thought about it, this wasn't a phone call type
communication. Maybe we were meant for each other, and maybe he was
just a good fuck. So I really had nothing to lose by walking into his
office. No the only way to know if the fire still burned was there was
to see him in person. The next morning I got up early and soaked in the
bath tub, then I attached my breast forms with adhesive and slipped
into a lacy little bra that supported well but concealed very little. I
applied extra thick black eye liner and a combination of shades of blue
eye shadow. Then I outlined my lips to give a full sensual look and
applied a very red, extra glossy lipstick and matching long finger
nails. Then I slowly slipped on thigh high sheer black stockings. I
chose a chin length strawberry blonde wig with bangs.
I pulled on a white silky low cut long sleeve top, and stepped into a
black, a short leather skirt with a broad leather belt. For the
finishing touch I put on a pearl choker and matching drop pearl
earrings, my cubic zirconium ring on my left hand and a gold signet
ring on my right and a thick gold bracelet on my right wrist. I stepped
into a pair of 3" patent leather black pumps, grabbed my trench coat
and jumped in my car for the drive to Maine.
I got there about 11:45AM and sat in my car trying to overcome my
nerves. A middle aged woman who I assumed to be the receptionist came
out and got in a car and drove off to what I hoped would be an hour's
lunch. I took a deep breath and got out of my car and walked into his
office. I could hear his voice talking on the phone from a private
office in the back. He was standing at a window in what appeared to be
an animated conversation about some deal. He turned and stared wide
eyed at me. I slipped off the coat and walked up to him and whispered
in his ear, "Missed you stud."
He nodded affirmatively and made a sad face pointing to the phone. I
just smiled and nodded to say I understood and walked over to his desk.
I slid a bunch of paperwork to one side and turn and hoisted my ass up
on his blotter, sitting facing his chair my legs dangling. Still deep
in conversation he walked over and sat in his chair and started to
caress my legs. I leaned way back supporting myself on my elbows,
lifted my feet so my heels were resting on the edge of his desk and
spread my legs apart.
Pete glanced up my skirt, and then he said into the phone, "I am really
sorry Gary but something has just come up and I really need to deal
with it, I call you back as soon as I can."
I purred, "Whatever did you mean, something has come up? I'm not erect
yet!"
He put one of my feet on each of his shoulders and as he stood up
dropped his pants and shorts revealing a fully erect cock.
He said, "Screw you! It's mine that has come up."
With a pout I replied, "By all means Screw Me!!"
With that he put his hand on my hips and pulled me toward his cock,
aligning my ass pussy right with his rock hard cock, suddenly he thrust
forward, his rod seemingly going all the way in in one thrust. It took
my breath away!! I moaned as he grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me
even further on to his cock, I winced in pain but then he started to
withdraw easing my discomfort for a Nano- second, as then he
immediately thrust again. The head of his cock was brushing past my
prostate with each thrust. His loins were slapping against my ass
cheeks over and over and over. My body got tingly all over and waves of
pleasure flowed over by body from my head to my toes. Too soon his face
got all scrunched up as his cock spammed. Then I felt the warmth of his
cum deep inside.
After he got his breath he said, "I wondered if I would ever see you
again."
I smiled and said, "I needed to say thanks in person."
Pete smiled and said, "I really like the way you convey your
gratitude."
And yes they lived somewhat happily ever after.
The End
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