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The events depicted in this story take place in the months following the end of Making Dreams Come True and so may possibly make more sense if that story is read first. * * * Making More Dreams Come True by Writer 345© 1. Helena's At-Home It all began at one of Mom's "At-Homes". These are the soir?es that take place on the third Thursday afternoon of every month when we were "at home" to receive visitors - always members of "The Circle" which is the unofficial lesbian slavers club of which we are members. A club that, for obvious reasons, does not formally exist. My twin sister, Tilly, and I really look forward to these gatherings as they are the main stay of our social life: a life that still revolves around Mom. The fact that we exist at all is largely thanks to our beautiful and unusual adopted Mother who had loved and cared for us ever since we were eight years old when our real parents were killed in that motorway pile-up about eleven years ago. Oh, Helena, that's Mom by the way, had tried to find our relatives, but there just weren't any or at least there weren't any close ones who wanted to take us in: there were a few cousins that didn't want anything to do with us but that was all. No aunts, no uncles, no grandparents or at least none that Mom could find. We were just two little kids who would have been shoved into the care system if it hadn't have been for her. Would we have been better off in care? I'll leave that to you to answer but all that I will say is that life would have been different if Ms Yorke hadn't taken us under her wing and shaped our lives for us. Normally we worked for Mom at her Bank, she owns one, remember? We are there in very junior roles: Tilly is assistant to Mom's PA and helps make sure that everything in her office runs smoothly and efficiently, while I'm assistant to the Personnel Manager and help look after everyone who works for Mom. Most organisations adopt the 'modern' term Human Resources but McCorqudale & Yorke, as the Bank is called, refuses to. This is partly because successful merchant banks are very conservative but mainly because Mom loathes it. "Resources only exist to be exploited: in other words it is an admission that an organisation treats people as a commodity to be used and abused," Mom had explained without irony. "Any company that thinks this way is inherently evil. Remember, evil begins when people are treated as things." Mom believed in looking after people, her employees, her family, her servants and her pets - she looked after them all and loved them too and in return people tended to love her back. So here we were, not yet twenty, and acting as hostesses at the May at- home. "It'll be good practice for you!" she announced before hand. "There won't be many visitors: I'm not expecting more than about six or eight, so all you'll have to do is to circulate, look pretty and make sure that no one is being left out." We both nodded, a little unsure as to why the responsibility had devolved to us. "Won't you be there, Mom?" Tilly asked a little uncertainly. Mom smiled. "Oh I'll be there, but I'll be a little busy in my library for most of the afternoon - Circle business, you understand? We're diversifying and extending our membership services to new areas." All very mysterious. I thought, but said nothing. "Besides," Mom added equally mysteriously, "Doctor Gupta is attending, hence the low expected turn-out!" I shuddered. I did not like the woman and as far as I knew, few others in the group did either. Some fancied her: probably because she is an intriguing and dominant woman who was seen as a challenge, but no one actually liked or even trusted her. Okay, okay! I know that she was the one that changed us into what we are, or at least her medical contacts in India did, which is the same thing. But despite this, we owe her no gratitude; she was merely following Mom's instructions. In other words, she was making Mom's dreams come true - at a price. Mom saw our expressions at the mention of Dr Gupta's name so leaned down and kissed us both one after the other, and yes, she had to lean down quite a way as she is 6' 2" without the four inch heels that she was currently wearing. The world turned temporally golden-blonde as her long hair cascaded over me and her soft maroon lips were pressed against mine. "Come on," said the drop-dead gorgeous woman, after breaking the kiss, "let's check that everything's ready." The first to arrive that afternoon was our friend, Margaret Baxter, the psychiatrist. She's a pleasant, grey-haired lady who always has time for a friendly chat, although today proved to be an exception. It was Margaret who had eased us both through our transition and she always went out of her way to spend time with us when she attended one of these gatherings. But not today for after a brief greeting, she vanished into Mum's library where she remained for most of the afternoon. Lakshmi Gupta burst onto the scene shortly afterwards with a tall, slim, angular woman in-tow. We greeted them on Mom's behalf and were leered at in return. The unknown woman introducing herself as Thelma Detwhiler from the US of A then added patronisingly. "That's America, by the way." "Yes," an underwhelmed Tilly answered quietly, "I think we might have heard of it." "Look at you two!" Dr Gupta gasped as she undressed us with her eyes. "Haven't you just blossomed? I could just eat you both up!" By Thelma's carnivorous expression, Lakshmi would have to fight her off for the privilege. Gupta turned to the American. "These are the twins that I was telling you about: they used to be brother and sister, but now look at them!" Thelma was wide-eyed and almost drooling when she exclaimed. "Wow! That sure is one hell of an improvement." Dr Gupta's mischievous expression led me to believe that she hadn't told her 'friend' the whole story. The tall, angular American leered at us once more but just couldn't contain herself any longer. "Yeh, Honey, but which is which?" she almost whined. "I have no idea!" Gupta's eyes glinted as she proclaimed. "Good aren't I?" "We the first?" Dr Gupta demanded as she descended heavily into an armchair and spread her knees in a most unladylike manner that forced her skirt to ride up so that her shocking-pink panties were plain for all to see. Tilly shook her head. "Sorry but Margaret Baxter arrived a little while ago," she really did sound sorry, although as assistant PA, her job included lying on Mom's behalf. "And just who is she?" Detwhiler demanded. "Trick-cyclist: we have several as members." "Say what?" The American snapped, clearly having problems with British slang. Gupta rolled her eyes pityingly. "A psychiatrist then!" "A shrink? Well why the Hell didn't you say so?" the other woman demanded. Dr Gupta looked at her coolly. "Because no one this side of the Atlantic has used that particular word much in the last forty years." Detwhiler subsided and muttered something like "You Brits need to get up to date, speech-wise." Luckily Dr Wendy Dryden arrived about now, which saved us from the linguistic bickering, or would have done if Lakshmi hadn't informed the American woman that the new-comer was a psychologist. "What's the difference?" she demanded. "About ?60 an hour!" Dr Gupta answered dryly. The rest of the women gathered over the next hour or so, each arrival being formally announced by our Korean maid, Mi-Cha. The last to arrive being K? Cai. the Chinese billionaire who attended whenever she was in the UK. We both bowed to her and welcomed her to 'our Mother's humble dwelling'. She acknowledged our greeting with a smile and a bob of the head, thanked us for our courteous welcome, then chuckled as she advised us not to 'lay it on' so thickly in future. I blushed while Tilly did a passable impression of a goldfish, both of these reactions caused her to laugh musically as she regarded me. Then after a pause, she reached up and stroked my cheek. "If only I could condition my white pets to perform that response," she said wistfully, "it is most attractive." The Soir?e continued and soon afternoon tea was served against a background of small-talk and genteel and not so genteel conversation as the women sort to impress each other while they waited to be summoned individually to Mom's library. Small cucumber sandwiches and tiny cake were daintily nibbled by the ladies while Madam K? regaled us with stories of her recent business trip to the USA until she was interrupted in mid-sentence. "What'd ya think of American girls then, Cai?" Demanded Thelma Detwhiler, whose drawled speech made me think of some of the shallower characters from the American TV shows that we watched. Madam K? paused and gave her a cool look. She did not like being interrupted in full-flow, nor did she appreciate this uncouth stranger using her given name so casually. She was, however, far too polite to express the displeasure that she clearly felt, for that displeasure was very obvious to those of us who knew her. "Brash but adequate although they do trend to be a little on the heavy side not to mention them being delightfully na?ve and unsophisticated. In fact I have shipped several home as souvenirs of a very successful business trip. They will serve me well when broken, trained and civilized," K? Cai answered politely. The American woman ignored Madam K?'s displeasure. "What's the line of business that you're in?" This new interruption was rewarded with an icy stare and a glacial response. "I am currently facilitating the export of advanced Chinese wind and Solar power technology to your country. There is a ready market because what you are designing and producing yourselves is woefully primitive. Why are you interested?" The American woman bristled at this answer but quickly calmed herself. "Thelma Detwhiler's the name, Cai, I'm a highly regarded attorney specialising in business and corporate law. I would be happy to assist you in your future business dealings in my country." K? Cai gave her a piercing stare. "Thank you for your most kind offer, Ms Detwhiler, but I am afraid that I will not be availing myself of your services as I own a leading American law firm." Thelma looked as if she had been slapped. "Jeez, no need to bite my head off, honey, I was only trying to help!" she whined. The Chinese woman ignored her for the remainder of the afternoon which caused the rest of the group to regard her increasingly icily although it did take some time for this to sink in. For us, as hostesses of the soir?e, this proved to be a rather unfortunate development as she became progressively more focused upon us. Things came to a head only seconds after K? Cai had accompanied Dr Gupta and passed through the connecting door into Mom's library. "Jeez, did you hear that guff about her so-called coach being pulled by the sons of her enemies? Who's she trying to kid? I don't believe a word of it," Detwhiler blurted out while the door was still closing. Suddenly there was an embarrassed silence broken only by the sound of Ludmilla Carbonova, a visiting Russian oligarch, clearing her throat. "I have ridden in coach am I liar too?" Thelma's mouth opened and closed soundlessly for a few seconds before shutting with an audible clunk. Madam Carbonova continued with a chuckle. "I travel the five kilometres from airport to K? Cai's mansion. It is slow but amusing. Okay, so men do not actually pull it but they are harnessed to it and trot or run along in front. Coach has electric motors but speed is governed by how fast horsey-men run." By now the American lawyer had turned a deep coral pink: "Yes... Well..." she quietly muttered. But the Russian woman hadn't finished. "And you should see the cuties who drive coach. They are sisters of animals that pull it and they use reins to steer it and a carriage whip to make team go faster," Ludmilla paused while she relished the memory. "Cai really is inventive. Driver-girls wear tight one piece skin-hugging black leather uniform and black thigh boots with five inch stiletto heels. Uniform has openings to show tits and pussy and their mistress has trained them perfectly to use whip to get last bit of speed out of silly horsey-boys." Ludmilla began to chuckle. "I'm having a carriage of my own built, a classic landau, I think, with family coat of arms painted on doors. Can do anything you please in Putin's Russia, provided you pay him a percentage and keep peasants in order. K? Cai always very happy to share her ideas." When it was clear that she had finished, one of the other women asked. "How are your boys, Ludmilla?" The oligarch displayed a grin that would have terrified a great-white shark. "Pyotr and Konstantin are coming along nicely, thank you, although I had to give them new names once that they started sprouting nice tits so they are now Paula and Katya. For the first time in their lives they are making their mother proud of them." Suddenly I heard my sister gasp, she'd stood up to place her teacup on the table and the American woman had grabbed her wrist. "Why don'cha come sit by me, honey?" Thelma purred. "I'm sure we'll become such good friends." Tilly nodded, no doubt remembering her role as hostess, and, after a little hesitation, settled onto the couch besides the angular looking woman who seemed to have a strange idea as to the purpose of Mom's soir?e. The conversation moved onto different topics such as who had acquired new pets; who was sleeping with whom; who was on the way up or indeed, down: just the normal things that would interest competitive lesbian slavers. Nothing surprising there. Mum sent an invite to Ludmilla and the Russian woman moved across and opened the library door... "What's this in your panties?!?" Detwhiler suddenly shrieked. "Oh you filthy little slut-bitch, it's a cock! You're a fucking boy, you freak!" My head spun around and I was horrified to see that she'd pushed her hand under the waistband of my sister's skirt and was groping her. Needless to say Tilly was in tears as she desperately tried to pull away. Then time froze while the enormity of what had happened sunk into everyone present. Ludmilla was the first to react and grabbed the larger American woman, pulling her part-way up and over the back of the couch which caused her to loose what ever she had grabbed hold of. There was a tearing sound as the seam of my sister's skirt tore open and then Mom was suddenly there, face thunderous as she back-handed the woman hard enough to rattle her teeth. "How dare you, Madam, how dare you?" she shouted as she hauled the American to her feet. I didn't see what else happened as Tilly sprinted shrieking out of the room, torn skirt flapping and with me in hot pursuit. I found her in tears in the sun lounge where she grabbed hold of me and sobbed hysterically. * * * Oh, everything had begun so wonderfully: Mom had put us in charge which proved that she had faith in us. Then that appalling doctor had brought someone along who was even worse than she was. Lakshmi Gupta had ruined everything! "She said I was a boy!" my sister sobbed, still on the verge of hysteria. "It's okay, Tilly, she's not here. Mom'll sort her out, you'll see," I tried to comfort her, but she was too upset... Too frightened. Concita appeared from nowhere and threw her protective arms around us both. She shushed me when I tried to explain. "Mi-Cha told me what happened. Oh my poor baby," she cooed, "my poor, poor baby." Mom came in a minute or two later and told us not to worry and that we'd never see Thelma Detwhiler again. "Ludmilla is going to take care of her!" she added cryptically. She hugged all of us... Tilly, Concita and me. "Take her upstairs while I have a few words with Doctor Gupta. She's really gone too far this time." But then Lakshmi Gupta's life seemed to be a series of 'too-fars' one after another after another but somehow, I didn't think that she'd get away with this one. 2. Concita's Ride. Helena gave the children few days off from the Bank so that the poor girl could get over the assault, which is what it was. Her confidence had taken a bad knock too, I could tell by the way she sat on the edge of my bed right next to me as she peered at her willy and whined. "She grabbed hold of it almost as if she wanted to wrench it off!" I reached over and gently fondled it. "Maybe she was jealous?" Tilly sniffed back a tear. "No, she called me filthy boy for having it." "Well I think it's cute!" I said in an attempt to reassure her. "Maybe that foul woman just doesn't like shemales?" I let my fingers do the talking for a minute or two and she smiled. "Oh, Concita, what would we do without you?" Yes, Thelma Detwhiler had upset her but I was sure that it was nothing that sex couldn't put right. "Come on," I said playfully, "why don't we check that it still works?" I hugged her to me with my left arm while my right hand began a little stroking dance: up and down, backwards and forwards and then round in a little circle. I used my left hand to pull her head towards mine and kissed her gently. "How does it feel?" I asked after breaking away. "Nice!" she purred. I carried on massaging her cock. There were a couple of little twitches, she even dribbled a little per-cum, but nothing more. Saffie, bless her, had been watching. I saw her frown before kneeling down in front of her sister. She gently moved my hand to one side and kissed her sister's cute little willy before licking it gently. There was still no real response so she sucked it into her mouth and tried to trigger some reaction that way. Between us we persisted, I rubbed and stroked while Saffie licked and sucked... Five minutes... Ten minutes... Tukta, the girls' pet Siamese girl, had joined in by climbing onto my bed behind her to expertly fondle Tilly's large breasts but it seemed hopeless. Tilly was clearly enjoying the attention, but her tool just wouldn't react. Helena had bought Tukta and had her trained and conditioned as a Christmas present for the twins last year. Tukta belonged to them and was happy to do anything that they wanted. Tukta was their property, just as I was but there is a difference: I was their servant and companion while Tukta was their pet and sex-slave. As you will remember, I used to be their Nanny but now, thanks to Helena, they own me and I dote on them; Tukta, however, is different and I know a lot more about her than I let on. You see, I'm a Filipino and I speak a little Siamese. I know that Tukta is not the girl's name, its a nickname or a description, 'Tukta' means 'doll' and that is precisely what she is: a sex-doll: the Twins' personal sex-toy. As too her name, well she's the only one of us that knows what it is and she can't tell us so 'Doll' she is. Here she is, fondling her owner's breasts while I am fondling her girl cock. Am I any different? No, not really, but do I care? As long as I have the twins to care for and to make happy, then I am satisfied. And I'll do almost anything to make that happen. Now I've watched those two make love many times over the previous year or so and had joined in whenever I was invited. I knew that Tilly often needed a lot of stimulation to get her hard but three women working like this for a quarter of an hour would normally have had her saluting the flag: but not today. I looked down at Sapphire who stared at me in turn. "What did that foul woman do to her? I can't see any bruising and I can't feel any swelling..." She let the sentence trail off. "Tilly?" "Hmm?" Her twin sister replied dreamily. "You want to fuck Concita, don't you?" "Only if she wants me too!" The reply was almost plaintive, apologetic even. "I've never tried before, I don't think I'm big enough." "Of cause you are, silly, you fuck Tukta, don't you? And you've fucked me a few times too," she paused to let it sink in. "Oh yes, but I like it better when you fuck me!" Tilly answered. It was as if Saffie's whole face lit up. "That's it! It never fails!" I was bemused and was even more so a few minutes later after she had had me strip and kneel on the floor with my chest draped over my bed. Carefully she moved my knees as far apart as they would go so that my pussy was invitingly on display for all to see and I don't need to say that it was so wet that it was dripping and filling the whole room with the musky scent of my arousal. Oh, I was ready, even if Tilly wasn't! Suddenly I felt something cold being rubbed onto my little rosebud and gasped as something was pushed in. My pussy was ready, willing and able, yet Saffie was lubing my arsehole. "What ya' doing?" I asked in a puzzled voice as I twisted around to see. "Hush, sweet lady," she said gently as she reached around and pressed a finger against my lips: the ones on my face! More movement followed as she draped Tilly over my back and got her to wrap her arms around my waist. The girl was still soft so what was Saffie up to? She turned her attention to Tukta who was kneeling by the side of us. "You know what to do?" The beautiful Thai girl nodded. You'll remember that she can't speak, Helena had had her vocal chords removed when she had bought her and had her trained as the twin's pet. She smiled and pointed to Tilly's little tool and then to my arse-hole to show that she knew exactly what to do, which is more than I did. Saffie still hadn't finished, she quickly shed the rest of her clothing and I caught a peek before she moved around behind her sister. Her face was determined and her cock was as stiff as it was possible for one to be. Looking at that beautiful shemale, it was impossible to even imagine that she had been born as a girl. Her male organs, although hairless, looked totally out of place dangling from her crotch. Then as I watched her expression softened as she knelt behind her sister and lubed her up too. Tilly liked this and I felt her little cock twitch against me as soon as Saffie squeezed lube out of the tube and onto her little arsehole. As Saffie worked it in I could feel Tilly becoming excited as she began to fidget behind me. Then as the finger pushed right in, Tilly squealed happily and began to stiffen. Things began to happen quickly when Saffie began to ease the whole of her five inches into her sister's arse, pushing into her rectum gently, but firmly. Then it was Tukta's turn. I felt her do something, I guess that she had grabbed hold of the reluctant tool and had lined it up so that when Saffie shuffled forward, it was forced into me and yes I gasped as I was penetrated. Okay, Tilly was not very big - her three inches was a lot less than her sister's, but you must realise, I'd never had anything pushed into my pucker before: mine was a virgin arsehole. I gasped and jerked forward pressing myself firmly against the side of my bed. It was no good, I couldn't escape, this was why Saffie had positioned me here and there was nothing that I could do but take it. Saffie moved forward very slowly and carried her sister with her impaling me firmly with her girl-cock. Although she only had those three inches her tool was thicker than my thumb and seemed to take for ever to go in causing me to produce a series of little gasps. Something had been pushed in where nothing had ever entered before. "Ow!" I half squealed. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Then Tilly began to pull out, no doubt because her sister was slipping out of her also. Tilly moaned from pure pleasure, but me? Well I was still fighting the invader and was still trying to force it out although I didn't know what to do. Saffie didn't let her sister pull out completely and I could still feel the head of her cock inside me when she paused before pushing forward again. She pushed in again, or rather, her sister pushed her in. And although it was Tilly's cock in my arse, it was Saffie that was fucking both of us: Tilly directly and me by 'remote-control'. This became the whole of my universe for uncounted minutes as Tilly was pushed forward and then pulled back. The thrusts sped up and developed more power. The force of each one slammed Tilly against the well padded cheeks of my arse in a soft collision. Each thrust was accompanied by squeals of girlish pleasure as the twins sang a their duet of love. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" The discomfort that I had experienced slowly changed as the stabs of pain became little pulses of sheer pleasure. The thrusts seemed to became some sort of loving internal massage. I'd heard the maids say that they'd come to enjoy anal sex with the Mistress, but I hadn't understood it until now. Tilly was massaging me from the inside and it was one hell of a wonderful sensation. Full! - Empty. - Full! - Empty. - Full! - Empty. Soon my yelps became gasps and my gasps became moans of pleasure as Tilly was forced rhythmically into places that I hadn't thought could ever be filled. Time dissolved and my life became reduced to stabs of pure pleasure which lasted until Tilly suddenly squealed and her little girl-cock exploded into my bowel. Pulse after pulse flooded out of her and into me as she came and came and came gripping my hips firmly as she did so. Saffie carried on hammering into her sister's rump for several seconds more, her thrusts becoming stronger, more frequent more urgent as she did so. My ride, however was over, and I could feel Tilly's little tool soften inside me as her sister also rode her to orgasm. Tilly was still clamped so tightly to my arse that I could feel the force of Saffie's orgasm and I guess that this was just enough to push me over the edge for I came as well and actually squirted backwards onto Tilly as I screamed my release. We stayed there locked together for a minute or so, the three of us, a tangle of limbs and sex organs. Until, that is, Saffie pulled out of her sister which allowed her to pull out of me... Not that there was a lot to pull out because Tilly, soft, was a little under two inches.: but she slipped it out, just the same. And the three of us, sweaty and with strands of cum joining us together began to kiss and laugh. Tukta joined in and how that girl can kiss! The four of us crammed ourselves into the shower just afterwards and the touching, stroking and fondling began all over again. For me, my arsehole would never be the same again for I hadn't realised that it could be the source of pleasure. As we soaped each other down with the girl's expensive shower gel Tilly suddenly looked thoughtful. "Poor Tukta. She was completely left out of things." Tilly looked down at her sister's cock. "We really must do something for her!" Saffie nodded and chuckled. "She deserves a reward for putting up with us." I was still in some sort of sexual reverie, almost a little world of my own while we washed each other after that exertion. Okay, I admit it, I was still in a slight state of shock. When I had suggested that Tilly should fuck me, I'd envisioned laying back while she used my pussy: it had never dawned on me that I'd have my anal cherry popped so thoroughly. And because of this slight distraction I completely missed what they intended for their Tukta. 3. Rough Sex. Things began to return to normal and Saffie and I went back to work sometime during the middle of the following week. Mom's role at the bank did not require her attendance everyday and our work pattern was organised to mirror hers and although we normally both attended when ever she did, just occasionally, one of us got an extra day off. Actually this was fairly easy to organise as at this time we were still classed as 'unpaid interns'. The work was easy but we both thought that it made a pleasant change to being home all of the time. Besides it gave us the illusion that we were accomplishing something worthwhile. On this particular day Saffie had stayed at home for some reason that escapes me and I was the only one that accompanied Mom into her office. It was the middle of the morning when she looked up from her desk and called over to me. "Tilly, dear, I need to fly to Zurich tomorrow morning, can you book me a first class return flight from Heathrow departing as soon after ten as is possible? Oh and lay on a car to meet me at the other end. Some obnoxious gnome is complaining about alleged money-laundering. I need to go and set the little git's mind at rest." I looked up from my desk that is in one of the corners of her office. "Sure, Mom, any particular airline?" She shook her head. "When you've done that, well I need you to get under my desk..." She left the sentence unfinished. And, boy was that desk a big one? I finished my phone calls in short order and then scooted under Mom's desk, just as she instructed: and no, before any one asks, she didn't have it specially made, she had actually inherited it from the previous owner of the Bank. It was something like six foot wide with lots of cupboards and draws for our busy chief executive to store the stationary and files she needed to carry out her job. It was also over four feet from front to back and even had a large upholstered bench for me to perch on. The bench was wide enough for me to sit facing Mom or to drape myself across while facing away from her. There was even a hidden two foot square door built into the one side for the busy executive's personal assistant to enter and leave by. When I was under and perched on the bench, Mom reached under and ruffled my hair while I waited for her to decide how she wanted me. "Tilly, dear, I hear that both you and your sister have been receiving lessons from the delightful Mi-Cha," Mom purred quietly to the seemingly empty office while I turned on the light and checked the shelves inside the little compartment that I now inhabited. Yes, there were towels and even spare panties for both Mom and myself as well as several tubes of lubricant, just in case she wanted to fuck me. "So come on, my dear, now's your chance to show Mama what you have learned," With that she slid forward on her chair so that I could reach up under her skirt and pull down the beautiful blue silk panties that she wore. She jiggled a bit as I slid them off her and then raised one foot at a time for me to remove them completely before sniffing them and placing them in a laundry bag on one of the shelves. Needless to say, Mom smelled like, well, Mom! I smiled then peered under her skirt before reaching up and grasping what was lurking there. Just as I was starting I heard her click her intercom and announce. "Anthea? Strictly no calls or interruptions for half an hour. I'm in conference with my PA." I began as soon as I heard her secretary's reply of, "Yes Ms Yorke!" Did she know what was going on? I guess that she probably did, she was a gold-star lesbian, after all: most of Mom's personal staff where. Anthea would keep quiet, actually I knew for a fact that she had been under the desk several times herself and besides, she wanted to keep her plum job, didn't she? Mom's cock wasn't quite hard so I gently blew on it and heard her moan quietly as it stiffened to around its full six inches. I leaned forward and gently kissed her glans, licking off the little bead of colourless pre-cum as I did so and was rewarded with another low feminine moan. I used my hands to push her knees further apart so that I could lean in and get better access to the fleshy organ that was going to be the centre of my world for the next fifteen or so minutes. God, those thighs were stiff. She really was as tense as Hell! With the glans, the fleshy head, in my mouth I closed my jaws slightly to trap it and stop Mom from accidentally slipping out then I began to chew her shaft ever so gently: I wanted to stimulate her, not hurt her. I paused and used my tongue to caress the little sensitive spot under the head and as I took more of her gently into my mouth I kept the tip of my tongue pressing into that spot for as long as I could. Oh, Mom, why can't my girl-meat be as long and thick as yours? I thought longingly. Six inches might not sound all that great but believe me, when it's in your mouth and forcing its self down your throat it's like trying to swallow a very stiff snake. I forced myself to relax as I felt her cock glide through the back of my mouth and into my resisting throat: I fought against gagging and might even have succeeded if Mom hadn't grasped the back of my head and thrust herself in as far as she could go. As I choked, my little gag reflex seemed to stimulate her even more and I felt her gorgeous wide hips buck spasmodically as she attempted to force herself even further into me. I submitted to her and relaxed: one day I would show her what Mi-Cha had taught me, but that day wasn't today. Instead I just pressed upwards with my tongue and let Mom do the work as by now it was pretty obvious that she was just going to fuck my mouth and it was pointless me trying to do anything fancy. Today my mouth was just another hole to be filled. I felt relieved as she pulled part way out, was she going to surrender control? However my relief was short lived as her hips began to buck rhythmically while she thrust herself into my mouth a couple of inches at a time jerking back the same distance after each rough penetration. Her hands grasped my hair and her fingers knotted themselves securely into it. I wasn't her loving daughter any more, I wasn't even a person... All I was was a hole that needed to be fucked and that is what I would remain until she eventually came. My plans to tease her and hold her at the point of orgasm for as long as I could had come to naught, killed by her barrage of urgent pelvic thrusts. I fought for breath, gulping air each time she pulled back from one of those short but powerful thrusts. My gasps were automatically synchronised with each buck of her powerful hips as they thrust, thrust, thrust and thrust again until the inevitable happened and I felt myself swallowing convulsively time after time as she came with the power of a Tsunami and threatened to drown me right there under her desk. Her orgasm was a powerful one and she spasmed time after time and time again while those powerful thrusts turned into a continuous judder of release. Mom gave a final shriek of pleasure before collapsing back into her chair and I gratefully felt her girl-cock pull out of the depths of my throat and then slip out of my mouth completely. I can safely say that we were both worn out by that little episode. I just sat there for several minutes before I reached for a towel and a wet-wipe and gently began to clean and dry her soft willy which seemed so docile and harmless now that all of the passions of its orgasm were spent. That little job done, I threaded her feet through the leg holes of a pair of clean emerald-green silk panties and slid them up her legs until she raised her hips enough for me to work them into place. She reached down and gratefully shuffled into a more comfortable position and then looked down into the knee hole of that massive desk. "I'm sorry, Tilly, I don't know what came over me. I didn't hurt you, did I my darling?" she asked, her voice loaded with genuine concern. I returned the smile: she'd just fucked my brains out, half choked me by jamming her cock right down my throat and attempted to drown me with an enormous load of cum: but what could I say other than: "No, Mom, it was fine, honestly." The day returned to its usual pattern: I won't say 'normal' because there was nothing about our strange little world that was normal. We finished work for the day shortly before three, and after putting everything away securely, I followed Mom down to her private parking space. The car journey from The City to our home in the Chilterns took about an hour, which was significantly less than it would have taken if we had waited until the rush-hour. Daniela M?nch, mom's uniformed Austrian chauffeur cum bodyguard had been warned and was holding the car door open for us when we arrived. "Thank you, dear!" Mom's reply was genuine as she really did value the efforts made of her behalf by our indentured staff. I smiled at Daniela as I climbed into the back seat and snuggled up to Mom. The blue eyed Tyrolean blonde really was beautiful, as were all of our maids and other servants. "Seat belts please, ladies," Daniela chided us before starting the engine. We complied, but I made a little face as I did not like being restrained in this way. Mom tried to do some work during the journey but my fidgeting distracted her. "All right Tilly, what's wrong?" she enquired patiently. I hesitated, did I really want the chauffeur to over hear what I had to say? Oh I knew that she would never repeat anything that she heard as she was conditioned not too, but still it was kinda personal. Kinda? Hell, it was very personal. "Sorry, Mom, but I've never seen you like you were today," I blurted out recalling the memories of my recent hard face fucking. She looked pained. "No no, Tilly, it's me that should be apologising. I shouldn't have used you like that, it was thoughtless of me. But it's this damned meeting in Zurich: it's got me a bit worked up." The car purred through the traffic and Daniela made out that she couldn't hear a word. "What?" I continued. "That money laundering business?" She nodded. "And do we?" I pressed on innocently. "Of course we do, silly, we're no different to any other bank in that regard, money laundering is just one of the services that we offer to our clients. Any bank that didn't would soon be out of business," she said quite off handedly. I lapsed into silence and let her get back to the papers that she was speed reading and initialling while our Bentley glided out of London and onto the motorway. Traffic was building up now and quite frankly I was glad that we were surrounded by several tons of top quality steel and up to date engineering. My mind drifted and I began to daydream as the miles slid by. Then just as we turned off the M4 at High Wycombe, I spotted my chance and decided to broach the question of our Tukta and to ask Mom's advice. "Mom?" "Yes, Dear?" she answered patiently, possibly she was still feeling guilty for using me badly, I hoped so as it might make her more agreeable. "Saffie and I have been thinking... We'd like Tukta to be able to enjoy sex more..." My voice trailed away as she looked around and met my gaze with a gentle smile. "I... See," she said slowly but clearly didn't. "We'd like her to, err, join in more. She gets left out a lot of the time, not having a..." Again I chickened out and felt myself blush. "Not having a willy, like us." Mom smiled. "Is that all?" she chuckled. "You want her to become a shemale too, is that it?" I nodded then managed to find my voice. "How much will it cost? Can we take the money out of our trust fund?" Mom smiled. "I've been wondering what to get you for your birthday... Leave it to me. It'll be a nice surprise for her, too." 4. At Home at Margaret Baxter's. Time passed and August came around as it always did in summertime and on the second Wednesday we found ourselves up in the Midlands to attend Margaret Baxter's monthly 'At Home'. Margaret, you will recall, is Mom's friend and a Psychiatrist to boot. She's an attractive and striking grey-haired middle-aged lady who lives with her 'companions' in a strange three-story bungalow about fifteen minutes' drive away from the Ludlow University campus where she works. Her 'At Homes' was slightly different to Mom's in that they are a little more structured, no doubt she liked to feel that she was in control, perhaps that's a medical thing about which I cannot comment. I'm a personnel manager, not a doctor. Ms Baxter, as well as being a consultant Psychiatrist at the hospital, is a lecturer and tutor at the Medical School that is part of Ludlow University. Her grey hair is done in a no-nonsense page-boy bob which frames her open and rather beautiful face. She is slim and although fifty-ish is also one hell of an attractive woman! We arrived at about one pm and Mom parked our car, the Peugeot not the Bentley, in the drive and then we followed the little paper arrows around the house and into the back garden where a light buffet lunch was laid out and were we were greeted by one of Margaret's 'companions'. The woman, a stunning red-head , was casually dressed in a gingham blouse and mini skirt, she raised her cowboy hat to us and bade us welcome before she informed us that. "Madam has been delayed but will be joining us shortly." She escorted us over to the buffet and left us in the capable hands of an identically clad, but equally stunning blonde who handed us our plates and indicated that we should help our selves, which we did. The food was simple and catered for multiple tastes including vegetarian, which we weren't. Then while we ate, we circulated and chatted with the other guests most of whom we knew, they included Ludmilla Carbanova, who seemed to spend as much time in the UK as she did at home in Russia. She was chatting in a quite animated manner to Sandhya Sachi, an Indian Mistress who we had met occasionally. They greeted us with a big smiles but continued with their discussion. The meal over, Margaret joined us. "Sorry about the delay," she said, "but I was attending to Lakshmi." She was dressed as I had never seen her before and looked very fetching in her daffodil yellow sun dress. When her guests began to wonder what was happening with the infamous doctor, Margaret just smiled and suggested that we should follow her and find out. She led us in through her garage, which was located in the basement directly under the kitchen. Once inside, she indicated a small doorway behind which was a hallway and a staircase that led up into the house, proper. At the other end of the short hall was another door... Except this one was totally concealed behind a sliding wall panel. "We really love our secret playrooms, don't we, ladies?" Margaret said in self-mocking tones as she led us through into another room only this one was even larger than the garage. I gasped when I realised just what it was. "Welcome to my medical facility," she said quietly. "Here, as you can see, we are equipped to carry out simple surgical procedures as well as a certain amount of basic psychological conditioning and other modifications." "What sort of surgery?" Tilly asked, sounding more than a little intrigued. Margaret smiled proudly. "Simple stuff, mainly: sterilization, castration, breast augmentation, basic plastic surgery and facial remodelling. Fiona reckons that we could tackle M to F GRS..." There were a couple of gasps of surprise. "You've met Fiona, she's the red-head that greeted you earlier. Besides being one of my pets, she is also a top-notch surgeon who works part-time at the local teaching hospital. Ginnie, one of my other pets, is an experienced operating theatre sister and I'm also a qualified anaesthetist." The whole place looked 'state of the art' to me, but then I had nothing to compare it too, other than the kit seen in TV sci-fi shows. And believe me, the stuff in that basement would not have looked out of place in one. "What's all of this got to do with that bitch, Gupta?" Another of the guests demanded. Margaret smiled and led us to the rear of the facility. "Ah yes, Lakshmi! We all know that she had been getting ideas above her station for years and believed herself worthy to be a full member of our little circle." Someone else said something rude and unladylike which Margaret chose to ignore. "Some of you were at dear Helena's soir?e in May when she brought that foul American woman along as a 'potential' candidate for membership and will remember how she all but raped Helena's lovely daughter, Tilly." She waited for the muttering to die down before continuing. "The ladies present decided that Dr Gupta had finally gone too far that time and ruled that both of the offending women should be dealt with permanently. I volunteered to render Lakshmi harmless while Ludmilla, here, was awarded control of Thelma Detwhiler. The American Embassy thinks that she is dead, by the way: so please don't say or do anything that would convince them otherwise." I looked around and saw the women that were present at our house back in May nod in agreement. "Yes well, as Madam Carbonova graciously agreed to take charge of Thelma it was agreed that she should be given a free hand regarding her punishment. She is only a lawyer, after all and had nothing that was of use to any of us. I'll leave her to enlighten you in that regard. But what to do about 'dear' Lakshmi?" There were various suggestions, all too obscene or sadistic to recount, which Margaret again ignored. "You will all admit that her skills and imagination have been of great service to us all over the years, so it was stipulated that any sanctions so applied would leave her with these faculties intact. A Doctor with her skill and a total lack of ethics or scruples is a rare and valuable jewel and should not be discarded lightly." When this last statement was met with a few blank looks, Margaret Baxter just smiled before half-turning and pressing a stud on the wall. Another panel slid back, this time to reveal a small but well lit eight by eight room with Lakshmi Gupta on display in the centre. Only... Only... Only she was naked, on all fours and shackled to a support frame with a ring-gag strapped into her mouth. "I find these more convenient as medication or a range of items may be inserted into the subject's mouth without the need to remove any obstructions first or indeed without the risk of the handler being bitten," Margaret explained. Only... Only... Only small cups were attached to Lakshmi's nipples, cups connected to some sort of humming machine by flexible plastic tubes through which a white liquid was flowing. "As you can see, ladies, she is being milked which must be done three times a day to keep her docile and fully productive. You are no doubt aware that there is a ready market for human milk which will allow dear Lakshmi to more than pay for the cost of her treatment and upkeep. The machine is a basic goat-milker with a few modifications to make it more comfortable for her, bless her. "I'm sure that you will agree that this transformation is a major improvement on her old, abrasive self." Lakshmi's only reaction to the chuckling and laughter was to give us all a soulful, pleading look just before the door slid shut. Next, we were conducted to the large open-plan lounge in the centre of the bungalow for refreshment but even this was slightly surreal. I will always remember Margaret's red haired pet, the one that was also a surgeon, bending over me so that I couldn't help but look inside her blouse. When she was sure that I had a good view she asked the usual questions beginning with: "Tea or coffee?" This was followed by: "Black or white?" And finally, with a completely straight face: "Cow or Lakshmi?" That afternoon, probably for the first time in her life, Dr Gupta proved to be universally popular. After our drinks were served the afternoon did begin to develop along more conventional lines - conventional for The Circle, that is - and the usual small talk predominated for an hour or so until two of the miniskirt and gingham clad women came in to set up a monitor and DVD player in the corner, then, with a proud Ludmilla providing the commentary, it was time to view her 'home movies'. She began by showing us panoramic shots of the rugged countryside that surrounded her dacha, or country house to the non-Russian speaker. The house being located in south-eastern Siberia, somewhere near the mythical and highly disputed Chinese border. Then after skimming over rivers and dirt roads, the camera alighted on a wide and modern looking two lane highway, which it followed at speed until it arrived at a small provincial airport. Waiting outside of which was an old fashioned horse-drawn carriage - a 'Landau' to be precise, or so Ludmilla informed us... Except that the landau was not being pulled by horses: it was being hauled by a team of men. "As you can see, I have adopted my good friend K? Cai's idea and have acquired a team of horsey-boys all of my very own. I am going to do to them exactly what Madam K? did to hers but you will see by their silly floppy willies that they are still a work in progress," Was it my imagination, or had her Russian accent faded somewhat over the months since we had last met? The team was made up of six muscular male slaves, all in their late twenties or early thirties clad in nothing but leather harnesses and tack complete with impressive tall lilac plumes sprouting from their head collars and long, flowing ribbons of the same colour plaited into their long hair. I felt my willy contract with a jerk when I noticed that the left hand lead horsey-boy wasn't. Although at least as broad and as heavily muscled as the male slaves, this one had large firm tits and didn't have a cock, or anything else for that matter. Tilly recognised her at the same time as I did. "Hey, Saffie, isn't that Thelma Detwhiler?" she whooped. I double checked and then did a double take because it was! "As you can see, lead horsey-boy is actually a horsey-girl, or at least she used to be," Ludmilla said proudly. "I've had her on a very high dose of steroids since I was given her in May, she has also been forced to exercise for hours every day and as you can see this has caused her to develop big muscles that would shame many body-builders. I had all of her lady parts surgically removed and the place where they used to be has been smoothed over so that it is impossible to see that they were ever there. Her tits have been enhanced and reinforced with carbon fibre mesh to prevent them from sagging, they are also as hard as bullets so she can't play with them either. Nipples are about two inches long and too sensitive to touch. She also gets regular testosterone injections to increase her strength and libido so she really is one vicious, mean-spirited, evil and sexually frustrated bitch with absolutely nothing to play with. She hates men and so takes her frustrations out on the horsey-boys who are all terrified of her." I must admit that both Tilly and I thought that the new hard-looking female eunuch-Thelma was a major improvement on what she used to be. The video continued and an entourage emerged from the doors of the airport building and soon we recognised Ludmilla escorting a small, bald, dapper-looking man out of the Airport building and into the landau. The rest of the entourage piled into SUV's and military-style 4 by 4's "Hey," someone called, "isn't that Vladimir Putin?" Ludmilla looked coy. "He is a regular house guest at my dacha although I do have to keep my best toys away from him in case he breaks them!" As the carriage moved away from the airport buildings and Ludmilla's team of Horsey-Boys broke into a trot, one of the guests asked about the buxom young woman who was driving the landau. Ludmilla laughed. "She is my sister-in-law, or used to be. Stupid bitch tried to blackmail me and even went to the police to report me for keeping slaves when I refused to give her a million dollars. The police handed her over to me - bitch didn't realise that I owned them too." She began laughing. "See the stupid-looking Horsey-boy in the middle at the right? He's my brother and he put her up to it. She's a lesbian now and hates the snivelling bastard even more than I do which is why she keeps flicking him with her whip." 5. Playing with our Doll (Concita). For one reason or another Tukta did not leave for India until mid June. She was away for about ten weeks, which was less time than taken for the twins last year. The body modifications were identical to Sapphire's but there had been less to do to her in the way of conditioning, hence the shorter time. I know that Helena had taken careful notes as to what the twins wanted but confided to me that some of the processes were a trifle hit and miss. The hospital, however had refined their pioneering technique and were in the process of wheeling it out as part of the GRS package that they offered to trans-men. This was, after all, the first type of realistic working phallus that anyone had managed to construct and as such was a ground-breaking surgical procedure. After trans-women and trans-men we now have trans-shemales although I must admit that I shuddered when I heard Sapphire apply the term to herself for the first time. I guess it is the fault of the strict catholic upbringing I received when I was a girl in the Philippines, that and the fact that I am, in many ways, old fashioned. But deep-down I still think of Saffie as a 'girl' and Timmy as a 'boy' and doubt that I will ever get used to their conversion into shemales: trans or otherwise. Helena has helped me come to terms with the status quo which I have had no alternative but to accept. I try to be happy for the children and have attempted to accept what they have become. I have been left with my memories and personality intact and know that Ms Yorke could just as easily had me conditioned and turned into one of her devoted pets. It goes without saying that I am grateful she decided against it although I suspect that some minor psychological tinkering was carried out to help me accept the status quo. Perhaps that is why I had suddenly bocame a lesbian. And now I am happy simply because the children are happy. But on that tragic and fateful night, eleven years ago, if I'd known what I know now, would I have run up the lane and asked for Helena's help? The only honest answer is that I just don't know... The twins would have ended up in the care system with all of it's horrors and yes I had learned of the abuses from the papers and from the TV news programmes. As I have said, the only honest answer that I can give is that I do not actually know. Don't get me wrong, Helena was so good to them while they were growing up and never interfered with them or gave me any signs of what she was planning. She protected them and spoiled then a little. They went to the best private schools and never lacked anything. Their childhood could only be described as idyllic. But looking at what they have been forced to become, occasionally, just occasionally, on nights when the children are away or are having sex with Helena, I cry myself to sleep thinking about what might have been and of the normal lives that they might have led. I do not do it often as it distresses the Tukta and I do not like seeing her upset. Sometimes when I seem to be smiling I am actually crying inside. No! Things are as they are and Tukta, the twins and myself just have to make the most of it but I will always be haunted by those silly nagging doubts, those 'what ifs' that haunt us all. It was the end of August when the twins' doll returned from that awful Indian hospital. I learned that they had kept her in a medical coma the whole time which means that she had no knowledge of what would have otherwise been a stressful and harrowing experience and so on her behalf I thank heaven for small mercies. Helena is a kind and thoughtful person and really does not like distressing those for whom she is responsible: her pets; the Tukta; the Twins; even myself. We are all treated with kindness and consideration at all times, so I really should not complain. The Tukta was brought up to the twins' bedroom and laid on my bed before Anna give her an injection to fully revive her. The doll was dressed in a simple white tunic which was the first garment that I had ever seen her wear. I must admit that she looked like a sleeping angel, lying there on my bed with her long black hair flowing over my pillows. When she showed signs of waking, Anna, Helena's Australian pet who is also a trained nurse, withdrew to the hallway but remained within earshot in case of unforeseen difficulties. This left just the three of us, Saffie, Tilly and myself to witness her revival, As we watched, her eyelids fluttered before she screwed up her pretty face and yawned. Slowly, her eyelids opened to reveal her beautiful, golden brown, doe-like eyes. Then as she looked around, her puzzled expression dissolved into a radiant smile as soon as she saw the twins standing there watching her. What are you thinking, my darling? I wondered as she struggled to sit up. She must have felt the soft cotton tunic pressing against her golden skin because she glanced down, saw that she was wearing clothing for the first time in over a year and suddenly looked confused and not a little frightened. Saffie moved forward and helped her to swing around until she was sitting on the edge of my bed. I hesitated, should I help? But no, I left it to the twins, she was their Tukta after all. Then, playing her part, Tilly stepped forward and offered the doll a glass of water which she gratefully accepted and rapidly drank: her eyes saying 'thank-you'. It was clear that she was confused. What has happened to me? How did I get up here? Why am I wearing clothes? These questions must surely been running through her pretty head. She looked over to me and I smiled reassuringly and told her "Everything is fine." This caused her to smile and relax. Concita says that everything is alright, so it must be! Saffie bent down and kissed the top of her head receiving another radiant smile in return. Tukta really did love the twins, she had been conditioned too, after all! Tilly then knelt by the side of their sex-doll and slowly, gently undid the buttons that were holding her tunic closed. We watched as it fell open and all of us, Tukta included, gasped as the world's latest trans- shemale was revealed in all of her glory. I must admit that the cock looked like a natural one and not something made by surgeon. But, I wondered, just what genius has decided to tie a large bow of purple ribbon around it? Playing with our Doll (Tilly). The afternoon that Tukta came home was fantastic as we had all really missed her. Yes by 'all' I'm including Concita because I am sure that in her own way, she is quite fond of our pet Siamese beauty too and I do know that they had sex together, usually when Saffie and I were sleeping with Mom. Not that we minded, we were more than happy for our dear Filipino nanny to share our things and to play with our doll. Oh how Saffie and I had missed our beautiful and loving doll: we had both been ever so concerned about her safety. Were they treating her well? Were they being kind to her? Was she getting enough to eat? Was she missing us? Imagine my surprise when we were informed that she had been unconscious for the whole two months and would not be able to remember any of it. Lucky, lucky Tukta! Mom had made sure that Tukta had been treated well and even though she had been shipped to India in an airfreight container, she had been unconscious when loaded. We had been there and witnessed it. She hadn't known anything about the journey, either. Oh, I fussed and was on the edge of panic about her coming trip while Saffie was calm and collected or at least she was on the surface. She just does not tend to wear her heart on her sleeve like I do. But later on she did tell me that deep down she was terrified that something terrible was going to happen to our sweet girl. Well she arrived at the hospital in Cochin, Southern India, without any mishaps. They worked on her quickly and efficiently without any problems and shipped her back without any disasters. The pair of us had been anxious the whole time. If something did go wrong, then it would be our fault because we were the ones who had insisted that she be altered. But, as I have said, nothing did go wrong and now we had her back. I will always remember her loving expression when she was seated on the edge of Concita's bed. How she looked at us both and how our wonderful nanny reassured her when she seemed distressed. Then Saffie kissed her and I handed her a drink of water... Yes, she was thirsty: imagine spending thirty-six hours packed inside a box; wouldn't you be thirsty, too? Although we had been told that she was checked by medics regularly during the journey, this didn't reassure me. Then came the big moment; the great unveiling! She had no idea about the passage of time or indeed what had been done to her, I tried to put myself into her head. She had been seated downstairs in our sun-lounge when Anna had given her an injection: then - well nothing. The next thing that happened was her waking up just afterwards upstairs on Concita's bed and her wearing a tunic of all things. That alone was enough to confuse the hell out of her for she had worn nothing during the whole of the time that she had belonged to us. This included the times during the early summer that we had taken her out to enjoy the sunshine in our large garden. I reached across hesitantly and grasping the top button of her tunic. My hands really where shaking as I tried to slip it out of its buttonhole, I seem to remember that it actually took me three attempts but I managed to unbutton it eventually. When the second button was undone, her beautiful breasts forced the garment open and I couldn't help but stand and kiss them before kneeling on the floor to finish the job in hand. As I did so I looked up and was rewarded with an angelic smile. The third button revealed her navel and flat stomach, again I couldn't resist the temptation offered and this time I reached across and drew a line around that heavenly dimple with my finger. Then, slowly I ducked down and gently pushed my tongue into it. God, Tukta, I've missed you. Next it was the turn of the final button, the one positioned over her crotch. I was shaking as I reached towards it and stopped with my hand hovering just above it. What would I find? Something tiny like mine? Or something of a useful length like my sister's? If it was up to me it would be the latter for the last thing that I wanted our Tukta to have was an inferiority complex: the one that I had was plenty big enough for all three of us. I hesitated and looked up; both my sister and Tukta were watching me, both looking puzzled - What are you waiting for? Or so I could imagine them thinking. My hand trembled as I flipped that last button out of its buttonhole... My sister and I had both requested that when our doll was 'up-graded', her new willy should be as much like Saffie's as was possible with a target length when erect of five inches. Her pussy and everything associated with it was to go because neither of us used it much anyway as we both preferred anal sex: it was a shemale thing after all and that is exactly what we wanted our Tukta to become. Mum had informed us that getting rid of all traces of her female genitals was no problem however the size of the new organ was going to be a little hit and miss. I felt that last button pop open but I kept my eyes on Tukta's face, I couldn't look down. Suddenly I heard Saffie gasp and watched as our dear pet's expression changed to one of surprise and shock and I heard her gasp too. Was it surprise, was it shock or was it horror? It could have been either or all three, I just couldn't tell. Suddenly my head seemed to take on a life all of its very own as it jerked downwards so that my eyes fell upon Tukta's crotch and I too gasped involuntarily for draped across her left thigh was about seven inches of soft and relaxed penis looking for all the world like a small golden brown snake. All of a sudden Tukta's look of shock turned to one of bewilderment as she grabbed and pulled at it. I could almost hear her think: What is it? Where did it come from? How can it be a part of me? Saffie hugged her. "It's alright, my darling, it's your new willy, you are a shemale now just like Tilly 'n me." Playing with our Doll (Saffie). When I first saw my new cock, my reaction had been nothing like Tukta's but then both my sister and I had a vague idea that something had happened and we retained hazy memories of our time in that Cochin hospital. Tukta's memory would have jumped straight from going to sleep in the sun lounge to waking up in our room. Thinking about it, this was not the best way that her transition could have been arranged. I'll always remember her look of panic when she first set her eyes upon the thing that seemed to be nestling on her thigh. I would have panicked too! Mom's is bigger than mine but Tukta had us both beaten, not that size attracts me. It doesn't bother me either like it does my sister. I keep telling Tilly that little cocks like hers are cute, but does she listen? Just a glance told me that there was nothing cute about what they had given to our pet! When I saw her grab hold of it and give it a tug, I hugged her and gave her a kiss. I tried to reassure her but clearly she could not understand where it had come from and as far as she was concerned, it had magically sprouted out of her at some time in the past few minutes while she was dozing. I gently moved her hand away before she accidentally hurt herself. I remember saying something like, "It's alright, my darling, it's your new willy, you are a shemale now, just like Tilly 'n me." Her beautiful golden-brown eyes opened wide in surprise and she looked at it again and then at me, although she couldn't speak, her face seemed to ask: But how? Then she moved it to one side very gently, gazed in awe at her new scrotum for a few seconds and then fingered it, and yes, there were balls inside. Finally she used her hand to hold the whole of her new organ over to one side as she looked down and frowned. "It's alright, my darling," I said. "Your pussy's gone for good, you didn't need it any more." Still holding her tool out of the way, she stared at Tilly and then at me and gave us another questioning look. I stood, raised my skirt and dropped my panties before moving my smaller package to out of the way so that she could see. "Look, Tukta, Tilly and I don't have pussies, either!" She looked at my cock and then back at her own, still frowning slightly, before reaching over and gently stroking me between the legs where my pussy had been when I was a girl. She stroked herself and then smiled weakly. Suddenly her new tool began to twitch as it responded to the intimate contact and I let go a loud sigh of relief. It works! It's alive! Out of the corner of my eye I saw Concita move as she looked across at our pet. She gave me a knowing half smile but did not say anything. I nodded to Tilly before turning my attention back to our Tukta. I removed the bow of ribbon before the pair of us helped her over to our much bigger bed. The tunic remained on the edge of Concita's where she had shrugged it off. All of our doll's muscles were stiff and it was pretty obvious why; although Mom had informed us that they had used pulsed electromagnetic induction on her at regular intervals to simulate exercise and keep her muscles toned and healthy. But stimulation or not, this was still the first time that they had really been used in months. I noticed the tiny bump in the front of Tilly's skirt and was well aware of the larger bulge in my own: Tukta's was now too obvious to require any comments and bounced from side to side in time with the sway of her hips as she walked. Suddenly it dawned upon me: magnificent as the sight of her new cock was, she was still going to need my sister and I to show her how to play with it. I stopped, thought and made my decision then swiftly I undressed, flinging my clothes onto the floor while Tilly giggled as she did the same. I grabbed the tub of lube that we keep on our bedside table and tossed it to my sister indicating to her that she should lube our doll ready for use. Then I sat on the side of our bed and squeezed my legs together as much as I needed to to hold my cock 'at the ready' before encouraging Tukta to sit on my lap. As she did so I manoeuvred my cock so that she impaled herself onto it as she sank down, straddling me. She gave an excited little gasp and did an appreciative little jiggle as I slid into her, her face breaking out into a smile of contented happiness: this, after all was her purpose in life and sex was something that she understood and loved. I reached around and hugged her, partly for support but mainly so that I could fondle and play with her beautiful titties. Tilly joined in by sitting herself down on the bed beside me and reaching over and grasping those magnificent nine inches of errect girl- cock which she expertly began to masturbate. Needless to say, this was a totally new sensation for our Tukta, she knew all about wanking as she had stroked off both of us many times during the months that we had owned her. Now however, the tables were turned and it was her that was the centre of attention: then as I massaged her rack and Tilly began to slide her hand up and down the shaft of her magnificent organ while our beautiful doll began to bounce up and down as she rode the cock that was embedded in her arse. ...And her ride was wonderful! I could feel her arsehole twitch and contract its little spasms adding to the sensations of pure pleasure that flowed out of my cock and into my body as she bounced and jiggled on my lap. Soon my hips were thrusting up into her in time with those movements as I vainly strove to enter her by much more than my cock would allow. I groaned in sheer ecstasy as that ride brought me closer and closer to the release that I so craved. By now the ever considerate Concita had joined in and was sitting beside Tilly and was stroking her tiny cock just so that she would not miss out on the wonderful sensations that sex can bring. I don't know how long Tukta rode me: I didn't much care as I squealed and gasped along in time with those bounces. I don't know how long Tilly worked on our pet, and similarly I don't suppose either of them cared as I could hear Tukta panting and gasping as she bounced closer and closer towards her orgasm. It was a complicated dance but it was also a wonderful one. Up-down, up-down, up-down - on and on and on and on she went as that beautiful girl propelling both of us towards orgasm. Suddenly my body burned and fire seemed to flow into my cock and then out of it in one explosive gush of pleasure while my arms contracted and I squeezed Tukta in a convulsive hug digging my fingers into her beautiful tits as I did so. I had cum, oh God, I really had cum!!! Then even as I twitched, screamed and threatened to crush her, Tukta's magnificent ride continued, the sexual massage lasting for almost a minute more until she too tensed and began to shake as her first orgasm as a shemale hit her with the force of a truck and her cock shot her stream explosively across the room and onto the floor by Concita's bed. Finally as the Tukta and I were still quivering and shaking I heard my sister squeal her release as she spurted her little load onto the carpet.. The three of us then seemed to slither onto the floor where we made a tangled heap of arms and legs and genitals and there we remained for several minutes while we basked in a shared and intense post-coital glow. And that is the story of how Mom gave us a cock for our birthday 6. Interlude: Lehman Brothers. Before anyone asks, we did offer to have Concita upgraded but she declined although I think she was very tempted only because she thought that it would please us. Needless to say, we left our faithful friend and confidant exactly how she was which is how she actually how she wanted to be. Christmas came and went and suddenly it was March 2008: a March that we will always remember. For the first two months of the year, there had been an eerie calm in the financial world and by the end of February all was quiet save for global banks routinely updating queasy investors over the tens of billions of dollars they had lost by fuelling the madness we now know as either the debt catastrophe or the sub-prime mortgage scandal. Mom was busier than we had ever seen her flying out to meetings all over the world. Sometimes we accompanied her although often it was just Tilly who went with Mom to support her - she was one of Mom's Personal Assistants, remember. Suddenly, on Friday the 2nd of March. I was summoned to our bank in The City - me going to work on a Friday? It was unheard of. But even though I was only an intern, a very junior member of the personnel department: I too was needed as Mom, with the full backing of the mysterious board had ordered them to take on more staff. When I asked what was happening, Jill Goldfarb, my boss informed me cryptically that 'the shit was about to hit the fan' and we were going to be busy. I didn't get home to until the following Tuesday after I had spent the weekend working fifteen hour days, eating take-away meals and sleeping in a convenient hotel. At sometime in this period, I ceased to be an intern and was appointed as Assistant Secretary to the Personnel Director herself and was given my own desk that was tucked away in a corner of her office and no, my duties didn't require me to spend any time under Jill's desk - unfortunately. Though I did make several trips under Mom's during the coming weeks to help her deal with the stress of the disaster that hit World Banking on the 9th. Over the next few days the American Federal Reserve poured billions into the volatile American Banking system in a futile attempt to prevent its collapse and then the dominoes began to fall. Lehman Brothers went bankrupt. Merrill Lynch, AIG, Freddie Mac, Fannie Mae, HBOS, Royal Bank of Scotland, Bradford & Bingley, Fortis, Hypo and Alliance & Leicester all came within a whisker of doing so and had to be rescued. The UK's Chancellor of the Exchequer, Alistair Darling, in his first Budget, confidently informed us all that the UK was well placed to withstand the effects of US turbulence but predictably, no one quite believed him. Darling's speech, in which he downgraded his growth forecasts, raised taxes and admitted the UK economy faced its biggest slowdown since Labour came to power, was effectively blown out of the water. Or as Mom commented ever so succinctly: "The little shit is totally out of his depth and he's going to be out of a job when this begins to blow over.!" This didn't stop the said little shit from contacting us the next day to check that his overseas investments and managed trust funds were secure. They were! World Banking survived by the skin of its teeth although the world economy was pushed into the worst recession to hit it since the previous one that the Americans had caused. As for the McCorqudale & Yorke Merchant Bank... Well we did very nicely, thank you, because of traditional caution: Mom, with the backing of the board decided that we would stay small and carry on doing our own thing. The big ones got into trouble because they were deemed too big to fail and so took very silly risks as they knew that even sillier politicians would bail them out. Lehman Brothers wasn't 'too big to fail' but did even sillier things, mainly because they had thought that they could get away with it. We just continued to grow by not taking real risks and not chasing after quick profits. The Merchant Bank had been here for over a century and would still be in existence long after we had all gone because our guiding principle was "easy does it!" March 2008 was a month that I will remember for the rest of my life partly because in a strange way all of the frenetic activity was fun but mainly because it marked our transition from Mom's convenient and empty- headed playthings into full-blown and valued employees of the Bank and hence people in our own right. When things had begun to stabilize she thanked us personally and to show her gratitude gave us another sex-toy to add to our collection, which is how we acquired Honey, but more of her later. What the Hell? She's ours, so let's have more of her now! At 5'6" and slim, Honey is a dainty little thing with long, flowing hair the colour of burnished copper. Yes, she was born as a boy before she became a shemale just after her eighteenth birthday less than a year ago. She's vivacious and outgoing but endearingly submissive and we love playing with her. Honey was only a part of our reward as Mom also had our part of the house extended by a couple of rooms which wasn't cheap as it entailed another visit from the builders and a not insignificant house extension. When we mentioned that we were concerned about the massive cost, Mom just shrugged, smiled and said that if there was to be another banking collapse similar to the one that we'd just gone through then she'd probably be able to afford to buy the whole of the Chilterns. Okay, it was a bit of an exaggeration because the Chiltern Hills is an area of frighteningly high property prices and wealthy people. To give you some idea of how wealthy... Well there is a joke going around the district that this is the only place that the poor can get p?t? de foie gras from the local charity food bank. 7. Training Mom. Well not only did we come through it but we were informed by one of the fund managers that our personal trust funds had grown by something like 32% in the wake of the financial disaster that had beset the world. So here we are, still living at home but left to our own devices a little more as Mom is still busy dealing with the aftermath of the Lehman Brothers debacle and was too busy to host any of her soir?es until August. Well at least she had us and we were able to step in as hostesses and convey her apologies to our fellow members of the Circle and make sure that everyone was entertained. Initially Tilly was more than a little nervous in light of what had happened last year but she was okay once proceedings had started and besides, the chances of Thelma Detwhiler turning up was precisely zero. We did get a reminder of her, however when Ludmilla shared yet another of her home-movies with us. I must say that the gold nose and nipple rings really do suit the foul woman and we especially loved the way that parts of her harness were clipped directly to them. The other thing that was noticeable was the way that her high doses of testosterone had caused her hips to slim down and her shoulders to broaden as she put on muscle. We asked Ludmilla about body hair and was informed that she had indeed become hairy but that all of it had been removed by electrolysis: something that the woman had not enjoyed in the slightest! I must say that we both enjoyed the video and that Tilly especially loved the part where the horsey-boys, as Ludmilla calls them, were moving the Landau at speed. Their useless, permanently erect, bejewelled and embroidered willies really caught the sunlight as they jounced around merrily. The creature that used to be Thelma looked quite naked without one. Margaret then informed us that Lakshmi, Tilly's other nemesis, had been moved to a Circle-owned dairy unit where she seemed to have settled into her new life quite well and was very productive. Yes, once the panic caused by the Banking collapse had been dealt with, things soon returned to what passes for normal at home. Where despite our more regular work pattern and longer working hours at the Bank, we were able to relax and play with our toy-girls. Honey was a little beauty - all delicate features, 'C' cup breasts and long flowing red-gold hair which we like to see done into a long loose braid. As I have said she had been born a boy and had been converted into a shemale just before her eighteenth birthday and Mom had bought her and had her neutered and conditioned shortly afterwards. She was the first castrated shemale that my sister and I had encountered and I had been puzzled as well as intrigued. I remember watching Tilly, fondle Honey's little cock and look puzzled as she stroked the smooth area of skin that covered the place from which a scrotum and balls used to dangle. "Empty sacs are pointless and look so untidy, don't you think?" Mom had explained. "I thought that you'd much prefer her to be all smoothed over." "It's not that, Mom," Tilly explained and then words seemed to fail her, I guess she didn't want to be seen to be critical of our mother. "It's, you know, it's just..." Mom smiled knowingly. "Why did I have her castrated?" When she saw us both nod, and Tilly blush slightly, she answered her own question. "Testosterone can make pets disruptive and difficult to handle not to mention stubborn and aggressive. Her little 'snip' was a real kindness and has made her much more loving and submissive, not to mention easier to train: she's a real cuddle-bunny now and is much better adjusted; okay, so she'll hardly ever get hard but that's a small price to pay. Remember, a castrated pet is a happy pet." Tilly's hand moved downwards and she rubbed her own crotch and then shrugged, which for some reason caused Mom to lose her smile and look slightly guilty. I tried to ease things by changing the subject. "So what's with the white daisy tattooed on Honey's left breast?" Mom shook her head, "I don't know, dear, she'd got it when I first saw her and she was a boy then. I was puzzled too, I mean a daisy is hardly a little-boy thing, is it?" When we asked Honey about it, she had just shrugged and said, quite cryptically, that her Trainer had had it done and that she quite liked it. Well, I quite liked it too as Honey really was our little flower although she is not as innocent as she looks. She settled in well but seems to be in-awe of Tukta's magnificent organ and the speed at which it can swell from soft to hard. Once she had ceased to be afraid of it, she discovered that our doll was always happy to share and we just love watching Honey bouncing up and down on it as they do a reversed cow-girl together. The way that her breasts jiggle and her soft little cock flops around is almost poetry in motion: not to mention the screams, squeals and shrieks that she produces - they would put most porn stars to shame. Mom was right as usual, and although Saffie has managed to get Honey reasonably hard a couple of times, it's never enough for her to fuck with. Oh, she really enjoys it being fondled, and being masturbated or sucked-off: she even manages to produce the odd little dribble but what she really loves is being fucked, particularly when we try out new positions. However despite everything, she has come to prefer being mounted doggy fashion and is always ready for this method of anal sex which she always refers to as 'butt-fucking', a course phrase so much out of keeping with her angelic looks. I suppose that it was one of these group sessions that gave us the idea of what we could do for Mom to help take her mind off the world financial melt-down that was still looming on the economic horizon. It was a simple idea, but we would have to get her into the right frame of mind and that would require us to be a little devious. The four of us were crowded onto our bed where we were enjoying each other even more than we were enjoying the peace and quiet. This is the one advantage that we shemales possess, we find that it is natural to arrange our selves into a 'daisy-chain' not only sharing the love that sex brings but turning it into a truly social experience for all of us. Although we like to swap positions, Honey has to be at the front if she is going to take part. Occasionally Concita takes her place: we don't want our beloved nanny to feel left out, do we? But it is usually our beautiful red-head that we line up behind. Oh, there are variations, we enjoy doing it on our sides like a set of spoons and have tried forming a stack, but this can be more than a little uncomfortable for the one at the bottom as supporting the weight of three largish shemales is quite tiring! We lubed each other up, and that's become a part of the fun as each of us usually gets done at least twice in the mounting excitement but this is no bad thing as you can't have too much lube for anal. Then when we were ready, Tilly mounted Honey and pounded away at her for a few seconds before freezing when right in. Honey had already squealed with glee a couple of times so it was clear that the experience was going to be a loud one. Then with Tilly jammed as far forward as was physically possible for her, it was my turn to mount her. I must say that in the year since our trip to India, she had filled out nicely and her hips and arse were now as rounded and as nicely padded as mine while poor Honey was still a little bony in comparison. I tried a few experimental thrusts into Tilly and when I was in a comfortable position, signalled to Tukta and then felt her take hold of my back end and slowly slide herself in and in and in and in.... You'll realise that it is a struggle to accommodate her and one hell of an experience to feel her stretching me and pushing into regions that nothing else ever has. I gasped and inadvertently slipped another half inch into Tilly in a subconscious attempt to pull away from that fantastic intruder but it was no good! I was well and truly shafted! Then, after making a couple of gently, though eye-watering thrusts, our doll relaxed slightly and we all waited for Concita as planned. No, she wasn't going to join us: she had gone to deliver our invitation to Mom. Helena followed her into our room a few minutes later and gave our 'human caterpillar' a dubious look. "My," she said, "that looks, er, fun." Tilly and I looked sideways at her and giggled. "It is! And there's room for plenty more room on the back," my sister said happily. "Well this is a new one to me and I'm almost tempted..." Mom chuckled, still sounding a bit dubious. "Oh go on, please," I cajoled, "we've lubed Tukta up ready for you." She hesitated and then, chuckling, began to shed clothes before hoping up onto our bed. There was a pause but when I felt Tukta jostle against my buttocks, I knew that Mom was pushing into her bottom. "Ready, Mom?" I shouted cheekily. "Ready, darling," she answered. I smiled, she had taken the bait. "Start off slowly then speed up until you hit a rhythm that suits you," I advised as I started to fuck Tilly a second or so before Tukta began fucking me although she didn't try to slide her whole nine inches in or out however, what was in was in very deep and I could feel her slap against my arse at the end of every thrust. Within a minute, the noise made us sound like some sort of demonic choir with squeals, grunts, howls and screams all mixed up together. Mom joined in, I could her her gasps and grunts of pleasure. And although Tukta was unable to speak, she was still producing contented little gasps whenever Mom pushed into her. I'm not going to say a lot about the sensation this time other than that having our Doll's full nine inches pushed into my rectum was quite unlike anything that I have experienced with anyone else. This coupled with her powerful and rapid two inch thrusts took me through the pain barrier very quickly and soon I seemed to be floating on air. Oh her cock still hurt as she rammed it in each time but the feeling of sheer bliss that the thrusts also produced over rode the discomfort and left me with nothing but pure ecstasy. That's the thing about our daisy chain: you fuck and are fucked at the same time allowing you to experience the pleasure of both. Pretty soon both sets of sensations seemed to merge and I seemed to lose ownership of my whole body. Was I fucking Tilly or was she fucking me? Similarly was the hard thing that lanced into me every couple of seconds Tukta's cock or had we all joined together, our bodies merged into one giant sexual organism? Not only was I fucking Tilly but I was also fucking Honey, Tukta and Mom. The main thing, though, was that I couldn't stop, I was being held in place and had no alternative but to carry on. Suddenly I orgasmed and my cock seemed to explode ejaculating: cum into my sister's arse and filling it with ecstasy and with my love. I knew that I was spent, but had to carry on because Tukta was still thrusting powerfully and rhythmically into me. There was no alternative, I had to keep keep going, I had to keep on fucking Tilly: I tried to pull out but the Tukta rammed me right back in again re-energising my cock as she did so. I came again a few minutes later and again a few minutes after that: I was worn out, I was spent as I orgasmed again and again. Oh I felt Tukta cum deep inside me several times but she too kept going, no doubt being forced to continue by Mom's powerful assault upon and into her arse. I guess that I must have eventually blacked out for the multi-backed dance finally ground to a halt and we all unplugged our selves for each others' arses and collapsed into a post coital heap on top of our now messy and cum-soaked bed and the ride was over leaving me to bask under the influence of a wonderful afterglow of contentment. I had fucked four other shemales and had been fucked by them at the same time, what could be better than that? 8. Christmas Surprise (Saffie). Like Blackadder's pal, Baldrick, we had a cunning plan and to this end kept working on Mom. Every now and then, we would invite is to join in with one of our ecstatic romps and she would usually hitch herself to the back. Sometimes she would cry off, but more often than not she'd join in. Thanks to those idiots formally employed be Lehmann Brothers, we saw a lot less of our beloved Mother this year and I know for a fact that she did not actually want to work the long hours that were swallowing so much of her time and keeping her away from us, sometimes for weeks on end. She had lost her work-life balance and it was up to us to do something about it. Well Tilly and I had this fantastic idea of how to make her feel better all in one go. But first there was Concita to think about: when we had group sex, she was always left out. Oh sometimes she was the front, but that meant that poor Honey was pushed to one side as she had nothing that she could fuck with either. So with this in mind, Tilly and I once again offered to have her up- graded. Tilly did her best. She sat on Concita's lap and hugged her, just like she had done when we were little. "Concita, we do love you!" she almost whined as she kissed our old nanny and then nuzzled the side of her neck. "We both love you so much and it hurts us to see you left out," she said in a little-girl voice. "We'd be more than happy to pay for any and all resignment surgery needed to make you like us," I said, pleading with her. "Please say yes, then you'll be able to join in and I promise, you'll love it!" Concita sighed then smiled. "I was born a woman and I'm happy to remain so, I wouldn't know what to do with a titi," she said using the Filipino word for 'dick'. "And anyway, I'm too old to change now: I'll be fifty next year: if you can help me keep my looks and can stop me from sagging too much, I'll be more than happy. I don't think I'd be happy as a fifty year old ladyboy and I don't want to lose my ari ng babae," Which I am reliably informed is the Filipino name for a vagina. "But, Concita," Tilly said, "they'll make sure that you're just as happy as a shemale, happier even... So please say yes, just for us!" she wheedled to no avail. We hugged and kissed our nanny in an attempt to hide our disappointment. Her mind seemed to be made up and there didn't seem to be any way to change it, but we would keep right on trying. Honey was an appealing little thing; we kept her naked, just like Tukta, as we loved seeing her lithe, slim body. Gone was the large, thick braid as we took to combing her long hair into two pony-tails which normally fell over her shoulders and onto her breasts framing her face as they did so, her straight-cut fringe completing the picture of youthful innocence. We tied her hair in place with two large bows of green ribbon that complimented its colour beautifully. She also took to tying a matching bow around her ever-limp willy, which admittedly did not look innocent in the slightest: cute, yes: innocent, no! I guess that she got the idea from the photos we took of Tukta after she came back from India and before I took her bow off... Well there had been a danger that it would have hurt her which is not a problem that Honey has. So as you will have realised, Honey has fitted right into our crazy little family and, like Tukta, has been conditioned to want to please us. It goes without saying that we love her dearly. So, Christmas came around again and with it the age-old problem of what present to buy for Mom, the woman who has everything. Well this year we started planning really early and got help from our friends in The Circle: particularly K? Cai, the Chinese billionaire and after a little negotiation and a small slice of the profit that our trust fund had earned this year she, was able to supply us with Shan and Shuang a pair of identical twin Chinese girls, conditioned for lesbian sex. These plus the lingerie and the chocolates were sure to meet with Mom's approval and melt her heart. It was a traditional family Christmas, except that we didn't indulge in the bitter arguments that some families don't seem able to avoid, And no, Mom didn't buy us any pets this year, actually she really surprised us and gave us a car each as she thought that it was high-time that we had a little more independence. Well we agreed with her, as she would find out on Boxing Day. Christmas day came and went and the two of us spent the evening cuddling up with Tukta, Honey and our beloved Concita who we attempted please orally. This gave Mom the chance to get to know Shan and Shuang. The following day, Boxing Day, was much the same, except that Mom didn't make an appearance much before eleven which indicated to us just how much she was enjoying her present. Boxing Day drifted by and Tilly and myself made an early departure, we told Mom that we were planning something special and went to get things ready for her special surprise. Concita got the pets ready and giggling, a fully lubed up Honey got onto all-fours and snuggled up to the pillows at the head of our bed. I lubed Tilly as heavily as I could and she lubed my willy and boy, was that stuff cold. Honey wriggled a little bit as Tilly penetrated her arsehole but she was used to it now and kept saying how much she enjoyed it. After Tilly made a few gentle and experimental thrusts she relaxed she twitched and gasped as Tukta mounted her. Yes, this was a change to the normal running order, but there were a couple of good reasons: one of them was that we thought that it was only fair that our doll should get a chance to enjoy the full experience. I checked that she was lubed properly and then sent Concita off to invite Mom to the party. I hid in the next room as she was leaving. Mom came trotting in a few minutes later, we had warned her earlier and so knew that she would be expecting the summons. She was wearing her favourite powder blue negligee which I watched her shrug off before hoping onto the bed and joining the end of the line. Luckily she didn't notice that I was missing. While Mom was getting ready, Concita and I made our move. Before our Mother realised that we were up to something, I ran into the room and jumped onto the bed behind her. "What the fuck?" She said as I grabbed her and Concita lubed her up. Then, with well rehearsed ease, I pushed my cock into Mom's arsehole and hugged her hips as tightly as I could. Finally, Concita grabbed hold of me from behind. No, she wasn't wearing a strap-on, she mounted me to hold me steady and to prevent Helena from pulling out and pushing me backwards: in effect, our dear nanny was my anchor. "Okay," I called as I began the dance by thrusting into our Mother as forcefully as I could. Her squeal of surprise was a loud one. Christmas Surprise (Helena). The little monkeys, they really caught me napping! Here I was, full of Christmas spirit and look what happened. Saffie and Tilly had said that they were going to run one of their daisy-chains this evening and had asked me if I cared to take part. Well naturally I had agreed. Agreed? Hell I had to fight not to show just how eager I was to take part. Sex is more than enjoyable and if it is done properly, it is fantastic: those who know me will know that I am no shrinking violet - I wouldn't own a harem of sex-slaves if I was. But there is something about those daisy-chains that the children so love that is beyond ordinary sex. Not only does it feel as if you are having sex with everyone there at the same time but it seems as if they are all having sex with you. Yep, I know that sounds pretty weird, but Hell! It really is that fantastic! When Concita tapped on my bedroom door, I was ready and waiting: dressed in nothing but my see-through powder-blue neglig?e: one of the ones that the kids had given me the Christmas before last. Concita looked me up and down and cheekily gave a low whistle of appreciation. "Mistress Saffie has asked me to remind you that she is expecting you to attend for a special Christmas, er, social gathering," she said, fighting to keep a straight face. I chuckled and fought back the urge to push her out of the way and race down the corridor. I should have been suspicious for she was wearing nothing but a short white silk kimono. Instead I just thanked her and indicated that she should lead the way. Then, arsehole twitching and cock stiffening, I followed her down the hallway to my children's bedroom. Once there I could see that everyone was ready and waiting and Tukta's well-padded arse was displayed invitingly at the end of the line seductively waiting for me to gab it and fuck the shit out of its owner. I'm being crude? I felt crude: there they all were waiting patiently for me to join them so that they could begin... And was I eager? So eager in fact that I never noticed that the line-up was shorter than usual and that Sapphire was missing. Though thinking about it afterwards - well I certainly wasn't thinking at the time - I was so worked up and out of control that I would have mounted Tukta if I had known that the children were planning. I really was worked up, my cock was dribbling pre-cum and was as erect as I have ever seen it: any stiffer and it would have ached. I was ready. I hopped up onto the bed, shedding my neglig?e as I went: then in one easy movement I grabbed hold of the Tukta's waist and slipped my cock into her well lubricated arsehole, feeling her shiver as I did so, and that's when my whole world changed. It must have happened very quickly as I was unable to react, but at the time it seemed to last for ever. First off, I felt a dollop of something cold splatter against my arsehole then felt something, a finger probably, thrust its way in. "What the fuck!" I squealed and tried to pull away. That's when Saffie wrapped her arms around my waist and forced her girl-cock as deeply into my arse as she could get it. I tried to pull back but I couldn't budge my daughter, I learned later that Concita had mounted her and was also pushing forward just to trap me in place. I gasped and felt my eye's flood with tears. I was being fucked! My daughter was fucking me which was a completely new experience. When she entered me there had been a sharp stab of pain. This was totally new to me as I was the one that did the fucking. I struggled, but to no avail. "Okay," Saffie called and a split second later it began and I felt Saffie thrust forward into me which caused me to do the same to Tukta and no doubt she passed the thrust on down the line. For the next many uncounted minutes my life was reduced to a series of passionate and energetic pelvic thrusts, both mine and Saffie's, as we set up our own independent, yet coordinated, sexual rhythm. My bowel became used to its intruder and my virgin arsehole relaxed and stretched to accommodate my daughter's willy, which was nearly as large as mine. I moaned with pleasure and the dance continued. Push forward - pull back! Push forward - pull back! Push forward - pull back! Why hadn't I tried this before? Push forward - pull back! Push forward - pull back! Push forward - pull back! The pain faded and dissolved into a feeling of ecstasy as Saffie's cock pounded my arsehole and massaged my prostate as it did so and turning each thrust into a pulse of bliss. I surrendered: the feeling of my cock slipping in and out of Tukta was fantastic enough in its self. But add that to the sensation that my daughter produced as she did the same to me and wow! I was hoping that this would never end. Suddenly I came and shot my load deep into Tukta's rectum and I knew that it was all over... Only it wasn't: Saffie was still pounding away and I was trapped. I had to carry on with the dance. Everything became sort of unfocussed: I felt Tukta's arsehole flutter as she came and then Saffie came into me but still I couldn't pull away, still I was trapped by the dance: I came again as did Saffie and if the screams and squeals of glee were anything to go by, so did every one else: again and again. It never ended but it did wind down as sheer exhaustion claimed us one after the other that night. I was shattered when I folded sideways onto the children's bed and lay there basking in an orgiastic and orgasmic afterglow, Saffie's head was resting on my shoulder and Tukta's leg and thigh were resting across my hip so that her magnificent cock seemed to be nuzzling mine romantically. Tilly and Honey were there somewhere, just undefined presences in the dim light... That's why I hadn't noticed that Saffie was missing - you'd dimmed the lights... Oh you crafty little minxes... To me, anal sex had always been my cock in someone else's arsehole but thanks to my loving children, things had changed drastically. Next time I joined one of their daisy-chains, guess who was going to be in the middle somewhere? Yep! You've guessed it - Me! The double set of sensations really were fantastic! Oh, those wonderful twins! They deserved a reward, and as I lay relaxing in a bubble bath afterwards, drinking twenty-five year old Irish whiskey and cuddling my new Chinese pets the very thing came to mind. I knew the one thing that they had set their little hearts on was the one thing that had been denied them. Well not any more. Christmas Surprise (Concita). It was late on Boxing Day evening when Helena sent for me. At first I thought that she would be angry because I had helped the twins trick her like that. But no, she was happy, too happy as it turned out. The twins had broadened even her horizons and she was so grateful to them that she could refuse them precisely nothing. She sat me down in her private sitting room, the one that even the twins aren't allowed in without and invitation, and poured me a large sherry. And there we sat, two mature ladies discussing our children and the family in general. "Are the twins happy?" she asked. I assured her that they were, especially now that they were being allowed to do real jobs at the Bank and she nodded in agreement. "Is there anything that they need or want that I don't know about?" she said with a smile. My heart seemed to flutter as I shook my head and told her that there was nothing that I could think of. She sipped her sherry and looked at me for a few seconds before asking. "Is there anything that you would like, Concita?" I smiled with resignation. "I don't want to get old and wrinkled with saggy tits and yellow pasty skin but I know that it's inevitable." "That's bollocks!" she said, then smiled. "We can do something about all of that, it won't be cheap but please consider your wish granted." We carried on chatting, I won't say like old friends because that would be a sign of self-delusion, so perhaps 'old companions' was closer to the mark. I had lived in her house for more than eleven years and had got to know and respect her. She was a shrewd and devious woman but not a nasty or vindictive one. We covered such diverse topics as the house its self and were there any improvements that I could think of. Then there was the old British favourite, the weather and finally where the other servants treating me with the respect that I deserved? Other servants? Well yes, I am happy to be counted in that number I am proud to serve my lady and her children. Suddenly the conversation changed: oh, she didn't become angry, quite the opposite in fact. If only she had become angry, I could have matched that and defended myself. We'd had stand-up rows over the years and there never were any hard feelings afterwards. Anger I could deal with. Pleasantness I couldn't. "Concita, you know that I dote on the twins and can refuse them nothing?" Her voice suddenly sounded tired and sad. "Si, se?ora. You love then as I do," I answered. "Yes, and we both know that you would do anything for them too," Again the tinge of sadness was there, "Si, Se?ora Helena, they are everything to me," I answered slightly mystified by her tone. She gave me an ever so disappointed smile. "Even so, a little bird tells me that there is something that they have set their hearts on, something that you are denying them even though it is a gift that you could give them just by saying 'yes'." I felt my heart flutter: Please, God, anything but this. She sounded ever so disappointed as she continued. In fact she sounded as if I had let her down. "You know what the children have asked of you and its such a little thing that will cost you nothing, so how can you possibly refuse them?" I hesitated. "Helena... I... I..." My voice wavered and then died. If she noticed the tears welling up in my eyes, she never mentioned them. Her voice warmed, and the sadness passed. "It's such a reasonable request and you will love being a shemale, I know that you will. "So we'll tell them that you've changed your mind, shall we?" I was trapped so dumbly, with my eyes screwed tight to hold back the tears, I surrendered to the inevitable and just nodded. I was speechless and anyway, there was absolutely nothing that I could have said that would have made the slightest difference. In Helena's eyes, I was the one who had been unreasonable. "Good!" she gushed. "The children will be so pleased when we tell them." I nodded again and even tried to smile. I was trapped and we both knew it. I just hoped that they would be nice to me in that damned Indian hospital. I sighed, what would be would be but there was something else: if I was going to change then I decided that I was going to be happy about everything afterwards: my decision all of those years ago and it's eventual effect upon the twins. This coupled with my soon-to-be lost pussy and my new gender. "There is one thing more," I said quietly, "please ask them to take away all of my doubts....." * * * Helena and her Children will be back sometime in "Making Other People's Dreams Come True" * * * I am always pleased to read any constructive comments and criticism that you may have regarding my stories and also suggestions as to how the characters should develop in future... I look forward to hearing from you. I can be reached at: [email protected]