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THE MAN MADE WIFE Alex Breen was trying to drown his sorrows. He had just lost his job after an indiscretion and now was waiting on the reaction of his girlfriend, who coincidentally was his ex-boss's daughter. When David Gough had received the photo of him in bed with another woman, it was his excuse to fire him. Anna, his daughter, was away on a two month trip to several of the company's distributors in the States, and wouldn't be back for another fortnight, but he wasn't looking forward to her return. He knew her father would show her the picture, what he wasn't aware of was the complicated chain of events that led him to that point. David Gough had found Alex a competent employee but didn't trust him, believing him too good to be true. His reasons behind that were simple. Alex was from a poor family and had the build and quiet demeanour of a very effeminate man, certainly gay and after his daughter, both as cover and for her money. Both of which made him an unsuitable specimen to be his son-in-law, besides, he had someone else entirely in mind and since the death of her mother three years before, he resolved to do the very best for his daughter. For some time he had been working with the family of another large business, headquartered in the area. It was owned by a friend of his, Colin Merchant, who happened to have a son who was all man and would be much better suited for his daughter. Michael Merchant had attended the very best private schools, played nearly all the sports available to him and excelled at everything he did, being some three inches over six feet tall and muscular with it. Both business owners did their best to throw the two of them together. He was therefore horrified to find that not only was his daughter going out with Alex, she seemed to be enamoured with him. He truly thought that he had to do something to break them up, for the sake of his daughter and the chance to join two rich and influential families together. It didn't take much, once the two fathers got together to arrange for Alex to be 'Mickey Finned' in a bar one night, to end up in bed with a rather devious woman, Devon, and just to be on the safe side they had one other way to ensure he never troubled them again. He was in the same bar again that night some six weeks after his supposed indiscretion, when Devon approached him again. "Hi big boy," she came up and grabbed him by the waist, "how are things with you?" "Hello Devon, I'm sorry about what happened, it's very unlike me to try for a one night stand, I've never done anything like it before." He really thought that it was his fault, he didn't know that he hadn't even had sex with her, he'd just assumed it from what she'd told him when he woke up in her bed. "I'm not sorry my love, I'm just hoping I have a boy." She was smiling at him and for a moment he didn't grasp what she was saying to him. "What do you mean?" he was suddenly horrified. "Are you pregnant?" "Yes, I've just had it confirmed at the doctor's this morning." This was just the last straw for Alex, he realised that his life was ruined. First of all his boss had a private detective follow him and take photos of him in bed with this woman, and now he was going to have to marry her. He had no hesitation in doing the 'right thing'. Once he had proposed to her she had what he thought was an unusual request. "I'd love to darling," she told him, "but would you mind if you changed your surname to mine, I'm the last of this branch of the 'Small' surname and I'd love it if we didn't die out." Of course, he agreed. David Gough soon learned that everything he had planned was working out well and he was assured that he would never hear of Alex again. There was no ceremony at their wedding only ten days after his proposal, Devon arranged a couple of strangers to act as witnesses, then she took him on a two hour drive to her old family home for their wedding night. He was surprised when he saw where she lived. It was a large house, a little dilapidated in places, but nevertheless obviously a valuable piece of real estate, on an island in the River Severn, which at that place was wide and separated England from Wales. Devon opened the door and led him straight up the staircase in the entrance hall, along a wide corridor, to a bedroom on his left. "Here," she said, opening a mini-bar at the side of the bed, "drink this and I'll be right back with you." She poured him a scotch, added a dash of water, the way he liked it, and sat him on the bed. "Stay right there, I've got a surprise for you," Devon told him. She left the room and he decided that the one thing he most needed at that point was a drink. He realised that he'd married this woman and didn't know a thing about her or her background. He'd not long finished his drink when he was overcome with a feeling of tiredness. He toppled sideways, his head landing on the pillow, and fell fast asleep. * * * * * He woke up to see a man he didn't recognise looking down at him. "What happened?" he asked, but didn't recognise his voice, it was quite squeaky. "Don't talk too much or too loud Alex, until your vocal cords have healed," the man told him. "If you do you will risk damaging them permanently." He realised that he was not only laying in bed, he was naked under the duvet and his whole face and body felt as if it had been in ten rounds of a kick-boxing match. He tried to remember what had happened and realised that he couldn't remember anything. "Where am I?" "You're at home of course." "Who are you?" was the next question. "Why, Alex don't tell me you don't remember me, I'm Devon, your husband." He smirked. "I know we've only been married a month, but I'd like to think that you recognised me." "Married?" He repeated the word, trying to think of some other meaning apart from the one that was obvious. Then he realised there was something even more important that he had to establish. "Who am I?" "Don't be silly Alex, you were Alex Breen but since we married you're now Alex Small, or Mrs Devon Small if you prefer. I know that you're a bit confused after your anaesthetic, but you'll soon get over it." Devon held out his hand. "Why don't you get up and we'll have a bite to eat, then you'll feel better." "Why did I have an anaesthetic?" He knew something was wrong but couldn't work out what. "Darling, you wanted to look more acceptable in public, you'd been talking about getting it done for years and you finally did it." He smiled and took Alex's hand. As he reached out for it Alex felt something drag on his chest. As he pulled back the bedclothes he was greeted by the sight of two large breasts on his chest. "Nooo!" He clutched at them, not believing his own eyes "You know that you've always been self conscious about our relationship, now we can be seen as an ordinary man and wife, rather than a couple of gay men." Alex knew there was something wrong with this scenario and tried to work out exactly what it was as. He felt that he had suddenly slipped into a world without reality. Completely stunned, Devon helped him put on bra and panties. He knew that bringing the bra up to his chest and settling his large breasts into it, wasn't something he'd done before, but he'd just had his breasts done and supposed that was the reason. When he pulled the panties up he noticed that his penis was very much smaller and the area round it much smoother than he knew should be normal, especially underneath, where he just knew somehow that he should have testicles. "I'm not gay and what's happened to my balls?" There was a nearly hysterical edge to his voice. "Of course you're gay Alex, and don't worry, you still have your crown jewels, they're just sewn up out of the way so you can pass as a woman even in a swim suit." Alex stood there staring into space and shaking his head, trying to keep it together. "At least you don't have to worry about make up, now that you've had the permanent type put on," Devon spoke, trying to get him back to reality, "that was a good idea of yours." That only introduced another horror to him. Since when did he wear make up? He seemed to have an odd memory, something about make up but he didn't think it was about putting it on. The only thing that was becoming clear to him then was a memory that he could trust Devon because he had married him. He seemed to remember the registry office where they married although something about it was different in his mind, he just couldn't think what. Alex came to the understanding that he was just in a very vivid dream and he should just go with the flow until he woke up. Devon told him to put on a garter belt and stockings so he put them on even though the actions seemed totally alien to him. He stepped into a short dress then into a pair of shoes with four inch heels. Devon had to remind him to take short steps, placing each foot in front of the other and they set off to go down to the kitchen. He got a distinct impression that he was being reminded of where the different rooms were on the way. "Why don't you fix us both some lunch Alex?" Devon suggested. It didn't take him long to find his way round the kitchen, which was unfamiliar but somehow he knew the layout, and he had a cold cuts and salad ready inside fifteen minutes, including cooking a couple of part baked rolls. "How are you feeling now?" Devon enquired as they sat down to eat in the dining room. "I can't remember anything and something's wrong but I don't know what." Alex had a bite or two of his lunch but couldn't face any more. A sudden thought occurred to Alex and he wondered why it hadn't struck him before. "Why am I married to you?" "It's what two people in love do." Devon left the room for a moment, returning with a box. "I've a present for you." He took a choker style necklace from the box and fitted it round Alex's neck, it closed with an audible click and he found it was surprisingly heavy but he was too preoccupied with the thought that a voice was telling him that he loved Devon to query what the necklace was. "I don't love you," he spoke his certain knowledge that won over his thoughts directly, "I'm not attracted by men." It was a sudden revelation to himself. Everything in his mind was telling him that he loved and trusted Devon, but he knew it wasn't true. Devon reached to his inside pocket and pulled out a paper. "How do you account for this then?" He pushed it in front of Alex. He lifted the paper and saw immediately that it was a marriage certificate between himself and Devon. Somehow he knew it was genuine, he also recognised his own signature and could even remember signing it. "It's quite genuine, so if you don't love me how come we got married?" Devon asked. "Come on Alex, let me show you why." He took Alex's hand and led him back up to the bedroom. Instead of getting on the bed, he pushed him down onto his knees. "Get me ready the way you always do." Devon unzipped his trousers and his penis sprung out, almost hitting Alex on the nose. He shied away from it. "Try it, you'll like it." He genuinely tried to get closer, but the musky male smell alone made him want to retch. "Oh dear, it looks like plan B," Devon commented and took a small plastic device from his pocket and pressed the button on it. Alex convulsed and fell flat on the floor choking and clawing at his neck. "Like it or not Alex, you agreed to be my wife and I intend to consummate it. If I feel your teeth you will experience such pain as you've never known before." He pulled Alex up opened his mouth and pushed his penis into it. As he pushed it in Alex's gag reflexes kicked in and he alternately gasped for air and tried to stop himself vomiting. Once his tool was slick with saliva, he easily lifted Alex's torso up to the bed, turned him over, raising his skirt and pulling down his panties delayed entering him by only seconds. Although he was expecting it to hurt, what Alex didn't know was that while he was unconscious and having his various procedures done, they had widened his back passage with butt plugs of increasing size, so his rape wasn't too painful. What he couldn't get over was the psychological block of having sex with another man. It was something in his mind was telling him that he wanted, but the inescapable fact was that he didn't. By the time Devon had finished with him and dressed himself he saw that his 'wife' was crying and hadn't moved. "There's a useful little trick that collar does dear," he told him unsympathetically, "if you stray from the house it sets it off, not enough to kill you, but it might do you some very severe damage. So don't wander off and by the way, the kitchen needs cleaning, get on with it." It was this shock to his system that made him realised that not only his body had undergone radical treatment, someone, if not Devon then someone he knew, had messed with his brain. He wasn't gay and knew he never had been, so someone must have only partially successfully implanted the idea. The trouble was that he also knew that the wedding certificate was genuine. He went to the bathroom to try to clean himself, found a women's sanitary towel to stop any further leakage and just glanced in the mirror. He nearly fainted when he saw that the face looking back at him wasn't his. He was looking at a woman with thin arched eyebrows, wide eyes, prominent cheek bones, turned up nose and a small chin. All of this was made up in a very tasteful way with shiny red lips, big eyelashes and graduated shades of mauve eye shadow. His tears, still on his cheeks had no effect on the make up. He stood just trying to think for a while, then decided he had to make himself busy if he didn't want a nervous breakdown. He had to do something, so he returned to the kitchen and started on a thorough clean up, an occupation he always found oddly relaxing. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was a kitchen he didn't know that wasn't spotless. While this one wasn't really dirty, he'd already double cleaned the area he'd used for preparing lunch, by the time he was finished the whole room was shining. He'd already guessed that he'd be doing dinner for them both, so got that underway at the same time. When Devon looked in just after six, he told him that dinner would be ready at seven. It was over dinner that Devon decided to have a serious talk with him. "Why are you pretending that you're not gay, Alex?" he asked. "I can't remember anything in detail, but I do know what turns me on and I'm afraid it's not men. I'm absolutely certain that there's no way I've ever been attracted to a man, I've even got a dim picture in my mind of dating women in the past and I certainly haven't worn women's clothes before, somehow I'd know if they were familiar. Add to that I don't enjoy being raped, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry as well but it doesn't make any difference, you are going to have a choice though. If you behave yourself you'll be my wife and enjoy a certain amount of freedom, if not, then I'm afraid you'll just be a maid here that will be little more than a slave. Either way I'm going to have sex with you but I'd prefer that you don't have to be beaten or chained up. I'm afraid that the cellar here is very cold and damp." "What do you mean by 'a certain amount of freedom'?" Alex asked. "I'm obviously some sort of prisoner in this house." "The collar I've fitted on you can be turned off but is also is capable of giving you a range of strengths of electric shocks. It ranges from a tingling sensation for if I want to get your attention, to getting progressively more painful until it gives you agonising pain then beyond that to stop your heart. That would obviously be fatal. I wouldn't want to use it on you again, and if I get to feel I can trust you, I'll be able to socialise with you as my wife and you will surely find that most pleasant. If I think I'm in danger of you speaking out of turn, you'll have to stay isolated here, which I'm sure you'll find becomes very boring at the very least. As well as that, if I find you uncooperative, I'll have to send you away to have a full gender reassignment, then I won't want you and the people who've done it will have you pay them back by becoming a working girl." He let the full horror of this information sink in but Alex found he was quickly falling into a deep depression. To keep his mind occupied, he cleaned up while Devon watched the television news, then came to collect him to take to bed. As the wife, he hoped his husband didn't have too strong a sex drive, but he was again taken from behind. He couldn't help it, as the prospect of this being his life for the foreseeable future together with the humiliation of his rape brought tears to his eyes again. The only way he could see out of the situation he was in, would be to gain his husband's trust, then act in such a way that he would fatally shock him. He'd have to be certain of that fatal outcome, anything else and he'd be in a worse situation than he was then. In the meantime he just hoped he could hold it together, at the very least try to investigate a means of escape. Other than that, he quickly fell into a sort of routine, if you can include a nightly rape of either mouth or butt or both, routine. The house was as he remembered it as he arrived, again details weren't there, but he'd seen it was situated on an island. Provisions were collected by Devon, from a small building on one bank where he had a mooring and about an acre of land, so he had to use a small boat with an outboard motor to get there and back, locking Alex in a room while he was gone. The first visitors were collected by Devon the same way. Jesse and Diane were obviously a couple and close to Devon, but were very friendly towards him as well. He did them a four course dinner and they stayed the night in one of the many spare bedrooms they had. After breakfast the next morning they departed, leaving Alex deflated. He had really enjoyed their company. "You see the fun we can have if you cooperate Alex?" was Devon's only comment when he got back to the island. Weeks turned into months. At least he just accepted what Devon did to him now, without crying, but he knew that his husband was disappointed in him. He'd fully expected that his wife would enjoy their sex life and that wasn't happening. * * * * * Anna Gough was devastated when she got back from her trip. She had great expectations that Alex would ask her to marry him. When her father showed her the photo of him in bed with another woman, one that he'd subsequently gone off and married, she cried for two days. She knew that if he married he was the sort of person that would always stay true to his vows. There was no hope for her. Michael Merchant was invited round to console her, he had been someone she'd known for years and had always been friends, even though he was two years older and they had gone to separate boarding schools and universities. He took her out and about, theatres and restaurants and after only about three months asked her to marry him. Although she was aware that she had lent on him 'on the bounce', so the saying goes, to get over her loss, she was content to do what she knew her father wanted. The following month the big society wedding went ahead. On the morning of the big day she confided in her maid of honour, her friend Sandy, that she would only love Alex for the rest of her life and that she was only marrying Michael to please the families. Sandy tried to persuade her not to do it, but the bride to be told her that she couldn't let everyone down, even when Sandy told her that she'd heard a rumour that Alex hadn't actually married. It was then that she explained that she'd seen a compromising photo of him when she got back from her trip. The maid of honour wasn't happy about that and resolved to do some digging on her own, even after the wedding went ahead. It didn't last long. Anna missed Michael during the dancing that night in the hotel where the reception was held. One of the bridesmaids pointed her in the direction of the hotel room where all the girls had changed before the ceremony, giving her a key when she mentioned that she wanted the ladies and there was a queue downstairs. Anna walked in on Michael having sex with his best man. The annulment took very little time in spite of objections raised by both families, her father especially was fuming and tried repeatedly to get her to change her mind. His only consolation was that his daughter returned to work in the family business, which she found cathartic. * * * * * The first time Devon took his wife out, away from the island, he was delighted. After months of seeing nothing but the views around and inside the house, it was pleasant to be able to see a little of the world outside. He took him first to have his make up touched up as it had started to fade a little then on to the matinee performance at the theatre of a musical show, ending in a restaurant. He'd decided by this time that he wouldn't try to escape the first couple of times he, on the face of it, had the chance. He was sure that Devon would be acutely on his guard, until he was fairly sure he wouldn't try to run. Newspapers were delivered with the provisions, sometimes several at once if there was a gap in orders. Alex was tidying them up one day, after a mammoth catch up of several day's issues by Devon, when a photograph and a story caught his eye. It was the big Society wedding of Michael Merchant to Anna Gough. He sat down and cried but didn't want Devon to see as he was trying to give the impression that he was settling down. It affected him deeply though, he felt he had nothing to live for except that he still needed to tell Anna how he felt. He had no choice but to survive. The second expedition was to a house belonging to Jesse and Diane, the couple who had been the first to visit him. Diane was away working and wouldn't be back for another ten days and the discussion over dinner was how she missed her. Alex already knew that they would be staying the night, he'd been told to pack a bag with the necessary, but was shocked when he was shown the sleeping arrangements, immediately after they had eaten. The couple had a huge four-poster bed and he was told to change into his baby doll nightie at the same time as Jesse. He suddenly realised that they were all going to sleep in the same bed and for the first time since his treatments, he saw a woman naked. He felt immensely turned on, but was disappointed to see and feel little reaction from his penis. Jesse lay back on the middle of the bed, her legs apart and all she had on display, very clearly because she was bald round her pussy.. "Come on Alex, time to work on me with your mouth," she told him. He was stood at the bottom of the bed, so just had to lean forward to start working on her with his tongue, first her upper thighs, then tracing round her smooth labia, then teasing her lips. He heard her groans of pleasure as he started to work his way into her moist and puffy lips. At that moment he yelped with surprise as Devon entered him at the rear. The humiliation of the way he was being used returned to him and he started to sob. He didn't stop licking the woman, but his joy and concentration had gone and she realised it. She pulled away from him. "What's the matter Alex?" Jesse asked, he detected genuine concern in her voice. "I'm sorry, I'm so frustrated," he answered without thinking, just as Devon reached his climax. David extracted himself and started to put his clothes on again. "Alex?" He spoke in such a way that it warned him not to say any more. Alex suddenly realised that Jesse didn't know about him and that Devon was anxious for her not to. He decided that it could only be to his benefit if she knew and that although he might not escape at this moment, if Jesse took the smallest action, he would eventually be free. He pinned all his hopes on what he was to say next. "I'm not gay." He'd worked out weeks before what he would say in specific circumstances, getting his message across in the minimum number of words, in case Devon used his shocker but he would still get his message across. He wasn't wrong about the shock. He screamed with pain as Devon pressed the button on a small remote control, but he didn't quite pass out. He was aware of his arms being pulled apart and a rope being round each wrist then Jesse's labia was pushed back into his face. As this happened his legs were pulled apart and tied with more rope to the legs at the foot of the bed. Before he had time to assimilate these moves his backside felt like it was on fire. His scream of pain was muffled by Jesse's wetness pushing over his nose and mouth. Devon was using a riding crop on him and each blow landed slightly lower than the one before. He'd started near the top of his cheeks and was working down towards his thighs. Jesse managed to reach down to his ears and started to twist them painfully, telling him to get on with his job. "Devon is just teaching you a lesson in using your discretion, carry on with what you were doing before or your ears are going to come off." Jesse practically shouted at him. She was just climaxing as the crop was striking his upper thighs, but then Devon started to beat him from the point of first impact again. The pain was so horrendous that he passed out. When he woke it was to the sound of music and voices but they came from downstairs, he was alone in the bedroom. He would have dosed, but the pain from both his backside and under the choker round his neck was agonising. Suddenly the bedroom door opened, heralding the increased volume of sounds and the arrival of a crowd of women all laughing and chattering, he thought probably about eight or ten of them. The first detail that he noticed was that several of them had artificial penises sticking out of their vaginas with no apparent method of attatchment. The first woman who entered, however, jumped on the bed in front of him and pressed her very wet slit into his face, slapping the top of his head and telling his to get working. He'd only just started when a huge dildo was pushed into his behind, he felt as if it was splitting him in two. For once he was glad that Devon had already used him, otherwise this would have entered him without any lubrication. As it was it was by far the largest thing he had enter him and at the same time the blue balls trouble he had with Jesse came back. When the girl behind him had finished, another grabbed the crop that Devon must have left and attacked his rear again. It was too much for him and he fainted again. For what seemed like hours, the women played with him, waking him by slapping his face each time he became unconscious. Someone finally suggested they went back to the music and they all piled out, leaving him in piece. It wasn't to be for long. Devon returned with four men, all of whom took turns raping either his rear or his mouth. That didn't last long though. Thanks to the meal he eaten earlier, he vomited over one of the men's penis. It wasn't conducive to a romantic atmosphere. Devon removed the soiled bedding. "I hope you've learned something from trying to get me into trouble Alex." He left the room without releasing him. He spent an agonising night in that position, not helped when Jesse came back to bed with another girl and they spent several hours lovemaking. It wasn't until nearly midday they woke, got up and went for brunch. A couple of hours later, Devon came it with a knife and cut him free. He wasn't able to stand and his so called husband had to wrap him in a travel rug, carry him out to his car, then the boat, to return to the island. It took him nearly a week before he was able to eat a proper meal, Devon kept him alive by feeding him soup in that time and had to dress his wounds. "I feel I ought to warn you Alex," Devon told him once he was aware enough to understand, "I'm going to lay traps for you several times, the one with Jesse was only the first. Once you don't fall for them when they're all done, then I might trust you, but I must also tell you that your life is not going to be so nice for a few weeks as punishment." He was fitted up with a corset that Devon tightened to the point of physical pain, then locked shoes on his feet with six inch heels. He had to do all his housewifely chores wearing them, Devon warned him it would take several weeks before his body adjusted to them. There were times when he wondered if he could get as far as the river before the collar shocked him. If he could he would drown, he'd never learned to swim. There was one strange thing that stopped him doing anything serious. Devon hadn't required sex from him after the visit to Jesse's house. However, he had just entered the third week of wearing these torturous items of clothing when it struck him that it was six months since he was forced to live the life of a housewife, he just broke down and cried. Devon wanted to know what he was upset about. "My life," he sobbed. "You told me that you could set my collar on such a powerful shock it would kill me. Can we go somewhere you have no connection with and do it? I'm sure you could arrange it so that you weren't blamed." Devon took him by his hand and sat him down in his living room. "I'm sorry Alex." He took a deep breath. "I can't do that, I'm being paid to keep you here. I know I was very hard on you when you tried to get Jesse to help you escape, but really I was just thinking of the long term. I was telling the truth when I said that you could live a relatively pleasant existence if I could be sure you wouldn't try to escape and that was the reason I beat you, so you wouldn't try again. Honestly, it would be much better for you if you accepted that you are staying here." "Can I ask you something?" Alex wanted to know. "I can't guarantee I'll answer, but try me." "Why haven't you raped me since then?" Devon looked shocked. "I'm sorry, I really didn't think that you were telling the truth when you told me you were straight and because of that I didn't think of it as rape. It wasn't until I thought about your reaction to Jesse's body that I knew you were telling the truth. Up to then I thought all your tears were to try to get me to release you, I was absolutely assured a hundred percent that you were gay." "Why am I being kept here at all?" It wasn't the first time he'd asked that, but never so directly before. "Sorry, you've had your question, I'm afraid I can't tell you more than that." Two more weeks went by and Devon told him they were going to host a party. "Is this going to be like the last one, where I'm just subjected to rape and humiliation.?" he asked, hoping it wasn't going to be the answer he feared. "No, you won't have to go through that again." Devon smiled at him. "I just want you to organise the food, I'll do the drinks." Devon's house had a total of ten large bedrooms and early in the week of the party he was told to make up all the beds and also place some spare bedding for each room in a convenient place. During the afternoon on the day itself, Alex noticed a larger boat tied up where Devon moored to collect the provisions. He pointed it out to Devon in case he needed the mooring. He was just told that because of the number of guests due, they had arranged a bigger vessel to ferry them across. About seven thirty the boat crossed with the first group of revellers, they were starting the party as soon as they got on board and Alex wondered if the neighbours, although some distance away might lodge a complaint. The boat made three trips all told, the only people he recognised were Jesse and Diane, and a few faces from their party, out of the twenty five or thirty he saw arrive. However he was too busy helping Devon with the drinks to start with, then transferring the buffet food from the cool room to the tables to see very many. It wasn't long before the party got extremely noisy and he was rushing about trying to keep up with demand for food and drink. At about ten o'clock he noticed the boat made a trip with some latecomers. At first he paid no attention to the two women with two very large men. He had to get another tray of sausage rolls from the kitchen and when he returned he noticed they seemed to be looking round. Then he recognised them. It was Anna and her friend Sandy with the two men he didn't know, but assumed that one of them was Michael, Anna's new husband. He didn't know what to do. He could hardly face the love of his life dressed the way he was, but he desperately wanted to talk to her. He pinned his hopes on her not recognising him and being able to separate her from her friends. He approached them. "Can I help you?" he asked. "You seem to be looking for something." "Yes please, I want to speak to Devon and Alex," Anna replied. He took her arm as if to point out something, turning her away from the others and whispered in her ear. "It's me, Alex, I was kidnapped and I'm a slave here." At first she looked as if she hadn't heard him, then she stared at him. "Alex?" she queried. "I've got an animal control collar on, I'll be shocked if I leave or if I displease him." he prayed that the little speech he'd gone over in his mind a thousand times, in case he saw a chance of rescue, was enough to get his entire message across. Now though he wondered if Anna would even want to rescue him, after all, she was a married woman now. "Take us to Devon, we'll get you out." He guided them through two rooms to where a guitarist was playing and singing and where he last saw Devon, all the while the worry going through his mind that somehow Devon had arranged this to trick him again. To his relief he saw Devon still in the same place and tapped him on the shoulder. "Devon, there're some people want to speak to you." "Can we go somewhere and talk?" Anna had pushed past and spoke directly to him. "Of course, come this way." Devon led them out of the room, across the hall and into the small room he used as his office. When he closed the door the sound of partying dropped to a background hum. "I'm sorry, I don't think I know you, what can I do for you?" "My name is Anna, David Gough was my father." Alex noticed the past tense against the name of his former boss but only wondered why it would be relevant for a second. He was surprised by Devon's response, or should it be lack of response. "Oh." was all he said, but it was the way he said it. "Oh indeed," Anna replied. "I understand you exert some sort of control over Alex, you will remove the device from him now." To Alex's amazement Devon opened one of his drawers, took out something that looked like an elaborate screwdriver, pressed it into the collar round his neck and for the first time in months he was free of it. His amazement was only just starting though. "Your sister, Roma, who posed as you at the Registry Office, has already been arrested and has been cooperating." Anna continued. "I haven't brought the police here, but I advise you to come back with us now to face charges and also cooperate, I believe that's the only way you're going to avoid a very long prison sentence. Roma has told the police that you know the identity of the clinic that did surgery on Alex, I'm sure your telling them will be taken into account at your trial." Devon opened the door of his room and called Jesse, who was standing in the opposite doorway, over. "Jesse, I've got to leave very urgently, can you and Diane look after things here, see everyone off tomorrow morning, here's the main door key." He handed her a deadlock key. "I'll get in touch to sort out getting it back." She spent a while trying to persuade him that whatever it was calling him away couldn't be that urgent, but he eventually convinced her. He told Anna that he would pack an overnight bag and while they waited for him she examined Alex. Not only was his body radically altered, his now naked neck showed livid scars where he'd been electrocuted previously. "How..." he started to ask her. "It's all thanks to Sandy, I'll tell you about it later, first of all we need to get you medical attention." Devon took less than ten minutes and ferried them back using his boat, Alex hadn't noticed but there was a second, smaller mooring on both banks. Waiting for them was a large limousine which one of the men drove with Sandy beside him. The other sat on the middle row of seats next to Devon while Anna and he sat at the back. It occurred to him that all this was highly organised and that was confirmed later when he found out that the men were actually hired bodyguards. Alex asked one of the questions that had been burning him since he saw Anna. "How did you find me?" "Sandy's got a friend in the police and he helped us track down Devon's sister, using CCTV from the camera shop across the road from the Registry Office. He recognised her because she's been caught shoplifting four or five times, so it wasn't difficult to track her down in her local pub. Sandy and I got friendly with her and one night we got her drunk and she told us what she'd done, crazy wasn't it? Believe it or not it was my father that put her up to it. I went steaming in and had it out with him and eventually I got the whole story. You were made to think that you'd been to bed with Roma which is strictly true, but you were unconscious and certainly not capable of sex. Father told them that you were gay and the ironic thing was that they made me marry Michael Merchant and it was him that was gay so I got it annulled." "You're not married?" Alex had a smile so wide it nearly hurt, then his face fell. "You realise that I'm not the man I was." "No, anyway let me finish." Anna snuggled as close to him as their seat belts would allow. "Because your marriage was fraudulent the police arrested Roma and she gave details of where you were and what had happened to you, the only thing she didn't know was the address of the clinic that operated on you but as far as she knows nothing permanent has been done to your man bits." "What about your father?" he wanted to know if there was still further trouble for him ahead. "After they got Roma, she implicated him in the kidnap together with Michael's father Colin Merchant, but although they only questioned him, my father's heart gave up on him at the police station. They kept him alive as far as the hospital, but I think he'd just lost the will to live. He died that night." Alex could hear in her voice that she was trying to sound matter of fact about it, but she was obviously still very upset. "I'm sorry," he told her. "It was probably for the best, he wouldn't have been able to stand the ignominy of going to court, but I can't say that I don't miss him, faults and all, he was my father." It was a two hour drive to get back to their home territory and the first call was at the main hospital to drop Anna and Alex off to have him examined in their private wing. The others drove on to the central police station where Devon handed himself in to make a confession and statement. The news was like the curate's egg, very good in parts. The best news was that Devon told him the truth in that his penis and testicles were still intact and although it would take time, they were optimistic they could be restored.. Some of his scrotum had been removed, to make him smooth and hold his testicles up in his body but with some plastic surgery that wouldn't be an insurmountable problem and blood vessels had been diverted from his penis to stop it getting hard. The vessels could be reconnected in a complex and long operation, to hopefully restore it and also his make up would eventually fade completely. It could even be helped along the way with a specialist solvent. The bad news was that it was unlikely that he would ever look really masculine and his voice at best would be androgynous, too high pitched to be recognised as a man. As the medical advice was that delay wasn't critical, Anna suggested that they just go ahead straight away to restore his manhood, other operations could wait. Sandy telephoned Anna to tell her the name of the clinic where he had been modified and to say that the police had already obtained a search warrant and were on their way to serve it and make the necessary arrests. Two days later Anna brought Alex back to her family home, it was there where he had to bring up the question that continually worried him. "Anna, how can I ask you to be my wife, looking as I do?" "My dearest love," she replied, "I wouldn't care if you had a pair of horns growing out of your head, a pair of breasts is nothing, in fact I'm wondering if you would consider not having them removed, just getting them reduced in size a bit?" "You like them?" he asked, incredulous. "Well I love mine and your having them would give us both something extra to play with," she told him, then nearly collapsed with laughter. "I think, looking at you, I might be turning lesbian." He couldn't share her joke, he not only had the worry that his doctor was not completely confident about the recovery of his most important appendage, he had yet to tell her that he'd been having at least a form of sex with many other people. He was aware that it was all tantamount to rape, but he wouldn't be content if he didn't confess all her. From what she'd told him, she was still a virgin and up to this incident, so was he. Nothing the medical fraternity could say about the technicalities of virginity, he felt the innocence he had was gone. He needn't have worried. "Does that mean they've taught you how to give a woman the best in the way of pleasure?" was all she wanted to know. "I'm looking forward to our wedding night if that's all you are anxious about." "I was made to have sex with men as well," he told her quietly. "For that, people will pay, but it doesn't change who you are my darling," she replied. And pay a lot of people did. From Colin Merchant and the clinic both corporately and the individuals, the surgeon and the psychiatrist that tried to brainwash him, he received what to him were mind boggling amounts of money, plus they had to pay for his remedial treatment. Anna, on behalf of the company she now owned, gave him a significant shareholding as compensation for her father's actions, making him a very rich man by most people's standards. He also was awarded smaller sums from a number of his rapists that they could track down including Jesse and the women who assaulted him. They were all also given varying prison terms. As she had suggested, his bust was just reduced to a generous 'B' cup size and by the time of their wedding date he was pleased to be able to tell her that his man bits were back to their original state. That night he discovered the difference between sex and making love. He was left with what to do about Devon and his sister Roma. They each received eight and four year prison sentences and they had to sign over to him their family home on the island, the only thing they had that was worth anything. During the course of discussions with them he suggested that they open a sanctuary for those suffering either gender dysphoria or problems bought on by their sexuality, perhaps from unsympathetic families and so on, with qualified persons to assist them. With that agreed, he had approached their trial judges and asked for work release privileges. Coming from their victim the request was looked on favourably. After they returned from honeymoon, Alex maintained a watching brief of the establishment and ended up buying a number of places that would make good half way houses for post operative patients, or extra spaces when the island house was full. Four years later Anna fell pregnant with their first child and they each took semi-retirement to spend time together as a family. It didn't however, interfere with Alex and Anna's 'lesbian time', whenever the fancy took them.