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This is more of an adventure story than a sex story, so I apologize to all those who downloaded this expecting 50 pages of porn. There is sex, but only when the story needs it. This series of three stories answers the nagging question of what would happen if the entire male population of a world turned into T-Girls against their will. It becomes a world with no more men just women and T-Girls. This first one is the set up and gives the "How, why and When." Enjoy.
Legends of the Sky Hurricane: Viral Changes
by: Cat Bang
Part 1: The Pandora Box
June 12th 2001
Bethany Bat-Lovitch looked across the boardroom in mild disinterest, occasionally sipping her coffee as she listened to the meeting. Most of it was political infighting that usually didn't concern her as head of security here at the Society For Equality. She twisted her long, curly auburn hair around her finger as she listened to Claire Marsden, the Chief Financial Officer, and Jessica Zhang, the Chief Operations Officer, go at each other again.
"Its too expensive to do this at the scale you're proposing. Having clinics for the distribution of the virus in every country isn't even in the game plan yet. We're having trouble keeping up with the ones we have in the US," Claire said quietly. The five-foot-three blonde adjusted her small gold-rimmed glasses and pointed to the chart being projected on the wall of the meeting room. It showed a bar chart with falling profits every month. "With the recession going on we just don't have enough profits from our shell corporations to even think of expanding."
Jessica looked at her with one eyebrow arched in her rounded Asian face framed by straight black hair styled in the pageboy cut she favored. "Really, Claire, you're overreacting. I know that things are slowing down a bit, but things aren't that bad. We dumped all of out tech stock before the crash last year and reinvested it into our medical companies." She brushed imaginary lint off of the jacket sleeve of the expensive black business dress she wore. A silver rose was pinned on the lapel accenting the soft fabric. "All I'm asking is that we open one office in Hong Kong to explore the possibilities there."
Claire shook her head, making her long, straight hair that gave her an almost elfin look, erupt in a flurry. "No. The bribes alone will make us have to close one of the clinics or cut back on production or delivery." She adjusted her glasses again with one finger.
Bethany looked the blonde over, smiling to herself. That particular habit of Claire's made her heart flutter and certain parts of her tingle with excitement. The fact that she had worn her maroon suit with a black blouse that barely held in her breasts also had something to do with the tingles. She sighed, distracted by Claire's blue eyes as they flashed in anger at being told to spend money she felt was better spent elsewhere.
"Our mission is to promote equality between the sexes by feminizing males within the populace of industrial countries. China is emerging as a world power and will probably join the WTO by the end of the year. Hong Kong is a perfect place to get a toehold there," Jessica said matter-of-factly and crossing her arms over her large breasts. The matter settled in her mind.
Claire reddened at the restatement of the organization's goal and was about to say something when their chief scientist, Anne Bonne, interjected. "Ladies, we all know out primary objectives, most of us being products of that same research. We need not fight over small facts." The brunette with short-cropped curls and a small plain face continued. "Jessica, I know you're enthusiastic to help your fellow countrymen become as beautiful and gentle as you are now, but we're simply at capacity for producing the virus in a safe form." She stood up and pointed at the whiteboard shifting from financial data to charts on production. The white lab coat that she habitually wore briefly flaring up in the light of the projector.
Bethany looked at Jessica, the busty Chinese T-Girl looked away from Claire hotly. Claire did the same, but slower, more thoughtfully. She must be planning some game with her, Bethany thought to herself. The two T-Girls usually ended up screwing each other all night after one of their boardroom spats. Bethany hoped she would be invited. The sight of Claire sucking her cock while Jessica fucked Claire in the ass always made her orgasm quickly.
"Production is down 28% due to a mutation in the strain that almost made it contagious beyond the host," Anne continued. "We can produce enough of the virus to infect forty to sixty people each month. Unless we want to increase the potency of the strain we can't make more. Of course, forced growth of the organism makes it unstable."
Donna Bardham, the CEO, asked in her lilting southern accent, "What are the risks of making it more potent?" The tall redhead looked seriously at the scientist, folding her hands under her chin. Bethany looked jealously at her nails; they were always so beautiful. Donna's hair fell in a cascade around her face that framed it just so. The woman could have been a model had she not been so interested in social justice. She also had been the one to personally pick everyone on this board. The fact that they all called her "Mistress" when she called them to her bedroom was not lost on Bethany.
Anne smiled at her longtime friend. "Well, Donna, if we increase the infection potential from fifty million per cup of fluid to thirty million, the virus becomes slightly contagious through bodily fluids. A one in four hundred chance. Uncontrollable mood swings become prevalent." She changed the chart showing the two strains of the virus side by side. One looked slightly larger than the other. A third, much larger, virus appeared next to the first two. "If we increase its infectiousness to five million viruses per cup, the rate of contagion through all bodily fluids becomes a one in five chance. The secondary sexual characteristics of the host become grossly exaggerated, and mood swings are completely uncontrollable."
Donna sighed. "We don't want to open that Pandoras Box. No infections beyond the intended host and no psychotic behavior are wanted. We had quite enough of that in the beginning five years ago." All of the ladies in the room remembered the wave of suicides and murders that took the first generation of transformees. No one wanted to repeat that mistake. The virus had since had certain effects to make the recipients libido increase, but the submissiveness increased as well. She looked at her head of Marketing, the chocolate skinned T-Girl in a green Sari was looking over her PDA in intensity. "Keanna?"
She looked up at Donna, "Yes?"
"How many potentials do we have lined up for the month?" Donna asked as Anne regained her seat.
Keanna Jackson looked back at her PDA briefly. "Fifty-three have been identified. We still need booster shots for twenty of the transformees, they're slightly resistant to the virus. Not wanting to be en-femme and bust and hip size too small. One needs a double booster, he hasn't even slimmed down any; the metabolism boost you get from it isn't working on the sedentary slob," she sniffed. Remembering her former three hundred pound frame, she shivered at the thought of being fat again.
Donna looked at Jessica. "I'm sorry, honey, we can't ramp up production of the virus and we can't increase its potency without problems." she sighed, clearly disappointed. "You all know what would happen if this thing got out of our control."
Bethany nodded along with the other ladies of the room. "Donna?" she asked demurely.
"Yes, my sweet?" she replied.
"I've been getting worried about the delivery system we're using for the virus. The potential for abuse of the virus is pretty high and I'd like to ramp up the protection from unmarked courier vans to having them in armored vans." She looked at Claire, smiling. "I know they're a little more expensive, Claire, but think of the judicial mess we'd be in if one of them was ever robbed. We really can't afford the questions and the loss of the agent would put us weeks behind schedule."
Claire nodded. "Yes, and I don't even want to think about who would want to get hold of the virus. I'll approve it if Donna does."
Donna nodded her approval, the looked at Bethany. "Beth, have you heard anything about someone wanting to get a look at our virus?"
The former CIA operative shook her head, "To be honest, no. It really isnt the type of virus youd want if you were a terrorist or for a weapon. I just have a gut feeling." She sipped her coffee, looking at the light red lipstick stains she left as the cup left her mouth.
Donna was quiet in thought for a minute. "Get those vans as soon as you can, Beth. I'll cover the costs with my own money if I have too."
Bethany took out her PDA and wrote on it. "Yes, ma'am. It should be about a week."
Donna smiled, sure that the T-Girl would do her best to protect her new "sisters." "Anne, Keanna?" she said a little lustily in a deeper tone.
"Yes, Donna?" they answered.
"I seem to have some nice wine in my bedroom. Would you two like to share it?" Donna suggested. She was often very horny after board meetings and could outlast the younger ladies she brought in.
"Love to, Mistress," Anne said. "Ill have to leave in the morning to look at the next batch." Donna nodded her permission.
Keanna smiled, "Sure, maam. My wife is in New Jersey this week and she asked me if Id train under you for a refresher. You just beat me to the punch."
Donna laughed, "Jasmine wants you more submissive? Youre so well behaved I dont know what we can do to make a change, but Ill think of something fun for you." Keanna blushed.
Claire took the initiative. "Jessica? Lets negotiate a little further on the study of Shanghai over dinner perhaps?"
The Chinese T-Girl smiled, making her face glow radiantly. "Id love to, Claire, but "
"But what?" Claire said.
Jessica reached over and put her hand around Bethany who was touching up her makeup. "This girl got something out of you and I didnt." Bethany looked up in surprise at Jessica. "Shes got some paying up to do to me first."
Beth looked at Jessica softly. It was rare that Jessica requested her to come to bed. Claire usually did it over Jessicas objection. None of the three T-Girls had ever married, preferring to be the playthings of Donna and each other. Claire and Jessica were almost exclusive to one another, with the smaller blonde usually inviting Bethany to play maybe every three months. At other times Beth was usually busy with securing the companies assets and being Donnas main playmate. Donna mustve known that this was going to happen or shed have requested Beth to visit her tonight.
A curious knowing look crossed over Claires face then she grinned. "Of course, Jessie." Beth blushed a deep red and leaned into Jessicas arms.
Later that night, in one of the converted outbuildings of the former vineyard that the Society used for a headquarters Beth sat at a table with Claire and Jessica. Claire had cooked a fine meal of juniper rubbed Salmon, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and rice. Beth had eaten it with relish. "Claire, you get better and better every time," she quipped.
Claire made a mock curtsey in her chair. The dining room was furnished to look like an eighteenth century Spanish ranchero with flowers arranged just so on the thick wooden furniture. However, she was dressed in a black Qipao that matched the red one Jessica was wearing "Thank you, Sweetie," she said. "I just thank god every day that we can eat like this and not gain weight." Both of the other T-Girls said "amen" to that. One of the worries that Beth had had when shed figured out she was turning into a woman, or as close as she could get to one, was that shed have too spend the rest of her life on a treadmill to burn off the calories she ate everyday.
Jessica swept up the dishes and hustled them off to the kitchen ignoring the objections of the other two. "I want you waiting for me on the bed, Beth," she said with a sultry wink. Claire huffed with indignation and Jessica blew her a kiss. "You need to get her dressed the way I want her tonight, love." She disappeared into the kitchen and water began to run.
Bethany raised an eyebrow. "And just exactly how does she want me dressed?" she asked.
Claire giggled. "Youll see, Beth." She got up and Beth could see the hard on under Claires qipao. Beth blushed a little and Claire saw. "Ive been wanting you since last week when you swatted my bottom, but Jessicas been monopolizing my time at night. Shes practically moved in here."
Beth smiled as she stood up and put her arm around Claire, kissing her on the head. "Why dont you two get married? I know you love each other and Im just a side dish."
Claire looked at her with a strange, bemused look. "Well well talk about that later, Beth." She began to rub Beths curvy ass and Beth leaned into the sensation. They went into Claires bedroom and Beth saw that Claire had replaced her queen-sized bed with a king sized four-poster bed with mosquito netting. The rest of the room was decorated in the Spanish style she liked. Heavy wooden dressers and chairs were on a wooden floor strewn with rugs. Local wild flowers were in vases and in bowls as potpourri. Beth had always loved this room. Claires sense of design had been wasted when she was a man.
"Oh, Claire, this is so nice," she said sitting on the bed and reveling in its lacy softness. "Im so glad that Im allowed to like things like this now."
Claire sat next to Bethany, leaning over to kiss her on the lips, "Yes. Mistress Donna knew we were hating our lives when she found us." Claire became quiet as she got into the kiss for real and began to feel up Beths c-cup breasts. She felt Beth return the favor on her Bs, which looked large on her small frame. The two T-Girls broke apart after a minute. "Oh, Beth youre such a good kisser."
Bethany blushed, "Years of trying to seduce women, and of course learning under Mistress." She sat up and turned her back to Claire. "Unzip me?" The blonde smiled and unzipped her friend. "So whats this secret thing I have to wear?" Claire giggled and Beth laughed. "Something that silly?"
"Well, not really," she said. "We both picked it out for you is all."
"Oh?" They went on a mutual shopping trip in secret to pick something out for her? This must be something special, Beth thought as she god out of her dress and removed her stockings carefully; silk ran easily. Her penis was stretching out her panties in her excitement and her nipples were visible from under her bra. She felt Claire unhook her bra and free her breasts. Her skin chilled slightly and goose bumps formed. Her body was completely hairless except for her eyebrows, eyelashes and her head hair another effect of the virus she had been infected with, but so was her lack of wrinkles. She was physically a fifty year old, but youd be hard pressed to age her older than thirty-something. Anne was quite a bio-wizard and Beth had no problem playing the princess.
Claire pulled off Beths panties revealing her hairless 6-inch penis. She stopped and licked the precum off of the tip making Beth shiver with delight. She didnt stop Claire when she walked away and instead watched the short blondes ass sway. She could have that ass tonight, she thought. I just have to be patient. Claire came back with a very sheer, white teddy. It was crotchless and the nipples were exposed. "Oh my!" Beth exclaimed. "I couldnt my body isnt the right shape " she protested.
Claire motioned for her to step into the garment and said, "Hush. We picked it out for you tonight. Be a good girl and wear it for Jessica."
Beth blushed at the thought she was doing this for Jessica. She looked at the expensive garment and stepped into it. It was real silk and felt wonderful on her body. She could feel Claire help, guiding her penis away from the fabric to prevent any pre sex stains and tying the silken cords under her legs to hold it in place. Beth snugged the top around her breasts, the nipple holes were at the right areas to allow them to poke through and she felt Claire go behind her and lace up the back.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror Claire kept near the bed. She stood just less than six feet tall, weighing one hundred eighty pounds, her muscles trim and fit and her breasts perky despite her age. Her auburn hair fell down her back in curls. Her eyes were dark, her nose and lips werent overly large. She looked like a nice 30-year-old Jewish girl on her honeymoon. The penis between her legs disturbed the vision slightly, but its hairless state made it look feminine; it belonged on this female body.
Claire took her hand and led her to the bed. "Come on, you sex goddess. Jessica will be done soon and I want you to be perfect for her." She lay Beth on the bed. "On your right side, She loves that." Claire lifted Beths right leg and freed both of her testes, using them to frame her penis. She then put an anklet of silver on her left leg. It jingled slightly. Claire kneeled near Beths face and helped her to fix her hair so it framed her face. Beth felt Claires four-inch penis brush her lips a few times and she kissed it through the fabric. Claire giggled and pulled back. "Well be doing that soon enough," she said as she hopped off the bed.
Beth heard the door open and saw Jessica walk through in her red qipao. She looked every bit the oriental sex goddess. Jessica looked over the scene of Claire standing demurely by the bed and her head of security laying on the bed like a newlywed woman on her honeymoon. "Oh yes," she growled lustily and walked over towards Claire. She stroked Claires penis with one hand while pulling the blonde to her whit her other arm, kissing her deeply. When she broke the kiss, both of them were breathless and Claires eyes glittered with happiness.
She kneeled down by the bed and looked Bethany over, her eyes glittering with an almost euphoric lust. She finally looked Beth directly in the eyes and Beth almost lost her breath when she saw the want in Jessicas eyes. Jessica smiled at Beths reaction, "Beth, you are lovely."
Beth blushed. "Im just aver "
Claire walked up behind Jessica and looked at her in almost the same way Jessica was doing. "No, youre not. Youre gorgeous."
"We both decided to ask you this," Jessica added. "Would you like to live here with both of us? Ill be a little more dominant than youre used to."
Beth caught her breath. Were her two friends and lovers proposing to her? She felt a mixed wave of happiness and fear wash over her. Marriage? Her last wife had taken the kids, the house and everything else a million years ago when Beth had been Ben. She had fallen into depression and become a lush, almost getting three agents killed in France in the nineties. The Company had cut her loose until Mistress Donna had found her and changed her completely. Beth felt tears coming to her eyes.
"I know youre used to being a hard ass in your department and riding all the girls really hard. Youre also very fit and Ive seen you take out your sparring partners quickly." Jessica said. "You didnt know I bribed your girls to let me watch the matches at home through the cameras while I played with myself?" Beth blushed again. "The teddy was just a test to see if you would let me dominate you," She smiled. "You passed. If you want it."
Beth let tears fall from her eyes and she reached out and hugged Jessica to her, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, yes," over and over. She heard Claire giggle and say, "Well, I think she likes the idea."
Beth felt Jessica crawl into bed with her without breaking the hug. Claire must be helping, she thought. Jessica began to kiss the tears from Beths face and hold her tight. As she calmed down she felt Jessica begin to play with her nipples. She looked into Jessicas eyes and saw love there. She closed her eyes and began to kiss her, allowing Jessicas tongue to push its way into her mouth. Jessica began to rub her breasts against hers and the pleasure made her cum.
Jessica giggled. "Oh, you wanted me to do that. What a naughty mess, cumming all over my dress and the sheets." She put her hand in the cum and brought a mess of it up to Beths lips. Beth obediently licked off of Jessicas fingers and began to suck her fingers suggestively. Beth had grown used to the taste of her own cum during mistress training; it was the thing that finally let her accept her new role. "Good girl," Jessica cooed.
Beth felt a kissing behind her and knew that Claire was behind her. Jessica looked behind Beth and pulled her on top of herself. Beth felt the sticky, slippery cum between her and Jessica and opened her legs to straddle the T-Girl. Jessica began to kiss her again and play with her breasts as she felt Claire give her a rimjob. She blushed, happy that one of the changes in her body had been the development of a second sphincter deeper in her bowels that clamped down on the foulness within her. The enzymes that were secreted let all of the excrement drop out after she went to the bathroom, leaving her nice and clean back there for activities like this. The other side effect was that the tissue around her anus was filled with pleasure receptors and she sometimes Needed to be fucked. Sure, she stayed in the bathroom for an extra thirty minutes every time, but it was worth it.
She came again as she felt Claire mount her. The warm fulfilling feeling washed over her and she cried out. Jessica lifted Beth from herself, got her in the doggy position and then crawled out from under her. She took off her dress carefully and presented the cum soaked fabric to Beth. She took it in her mouth and began to suck and lick her own cum from the red dress.
Claire leaned forward and pressed her breasts against Beths back. She mustve gotten undressed while Jessica was playing with me, Beth thought. Beth felt Claires fingers stroke her body in reassuring, feminine ways; something that always had made her feel like this was between women. Claire began to move faster, but Jessica warned her not to make Beth cum too quickly. She began long slow strokes that kept Beth just at the peak of arousal without letting her cum. Beth began to moan softly at the prolonged nature of the pleasure.
Jessica stripped off her bra and panties and got back on the bed in front of Beth. Beth looked up into Jessicas crotch and saw her seven-inch penis dripping with precum. Who ever said that Asians only had small dicks had never met Jessica. Jessica sat back on her feet and moved closer to Beth. "You want this dont you?" she purred, stroking Beths hair and face with her soft hands and sculptured nails.
Catching her breath, Beth said, "Yes" between pants. She leaned forward to suck the penis into her mouth, but the tall Asian pulled back.
"Ah, ah, ah," she said waving her finger. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, Lady Jessica?" Beth said, remembering that only Donna was to be called Mistress.
The Asian stroked the older T-Girls face gently. "Good girl," she purred, moving forward. Beth put her hands around Jessicas long, thick cock and sucked into her mouth enjoying the salty muskiness of it. She began to suck in time with Claires strokes behind her and soon all three were moving in rhythm. Beth paid special attention to the head of the cock, wrapping her tongue around it and rubbing the tip of it against the rougher back of her tongue. Jessica was soon squirting little spurts of heavier precum down the back of her throat, which she swallowed eagerly.
Claire started moving faster behind her and Beth could feel the two were kissing each other above her by the warmness of their breasts on her back. Jessica started to pump her cock faster into Beths mouth and she increased the suction and began to clench her ass tighter to help Claire cum. She was squirting a little herself under the onslaught. She finally came when Claire reached under and began stroking Beths penis. At that moment, Jessica came in her mouth and the feeling of hot warmness filled her ass as Claire came. Swallowing, Beth knew that the two were mistresses of the three-way to have all three cum simultaneously.
Beth finished swallowing the salty tang in her mouth before she let Jessica pull out of her mouth. She looked up at her and saw that her eyes were glazed slightly and her skin was glowing with sweat. Her breasts were heaving up and down with heavy breaths. Beth felt Claire lying on her back; the blondes cock still buried in her ass. Beths own cock was slowly dripping cum and finally softening after three ejaculations.
Claire and Jessica were just getting started and the twos cocks were rapidly getting hard again. Beth pulled off of Claire with a small pop and the feeling of cum dripping out of her ass. Claire had cum a copious amount and Beth was happy that she had made her do it. Beth got up on her knees and leaned forward into Jessica. She put her arms around her and began to lick her hard, dark nipples. Jessica moaned and kissed Beth on top of her head. She began stroking Beths back, "Oh God, you are so good, Beth."
Beth began rubbing her soft cock on Jessicas hard one and it came back to life slowly. She was usually good for five of six a night, but that last one was just too good and she felt like she had orgasmed at least twice. Jessica began to massage Beths breasts with one hand while she stroked her sides with the other hand. Beth responded in kind, focusing on Jessicas breasts. Soon the tall Asians cock began to spurt onto Beths belly, covering her in warm slick cum. She felt a towel wipe it up and looked over to see Claire, minus her glasses, cleaning it up. The blonde began watching the two while licking the cum off the towel and pumping her own cock with her other hand.
She was turned around and found her feet on the floor. She looked back and saw Jessica positioning herself on the side of the bed. Beth backed up and impaled herself on Jessicas seven-inches, feeling a wave of pleasure overtake her. Jessica lifted her up and spread her legs to either side of he own and began to thrust while holding Beths breasts. Jessica mustve been working out in the gym. She always said that she only did this to Claire because Beth was too heavy. Or maybe it was because she hadnt accepted Beth as her submissive yet.
Whatever the reason, it felt wonderful now. Jessica held her firmly and moved her up and down while thrusting. Her breasts, cock and balls began to bounce in rhythm to the fucking. Jessica moved her right hand to play with Beths breast and tweak the nipple. Beth leaned back onto Jessicas warm sweaty breasts and stomach. They moaned in pleasure. Beth dimly reflected that if the virus had not modified her she might be damaging her anus by being fucked like this. As it stood, she was experiencing pure pleasure without even touching her cock. Oh, its good to be this way, she thought.
Jessica nibbled her ear and licked it; goose bumps popped up all over Beth. She kissed Jessica and heard Claire say, "No fair, Lady Jessica. I want to fuck her again, too!"
Jessica chuckled. "Youll get your turn, my pet. I think our strong head of security rather likes this. Dont you, my dear," she said. Beth weakly nodded, too caught up in the pleasure to be able to do anything more than moan. She clenched her ass and began to pump back. Jessica grunted low and tensed up. She began to cum in Beths ass and pumped faster. Beth came too and Claire cried out, rushing forward to clamp her mouth over the spurting cock. Claire didnt like to waste cum at all.
After draining Beths cock, Claire helped pull the larger T-Girl off of her dom and place Beth onto the bed belly down. She licked Jessica off and then began to suck the cum out of Beths ass. Beth smiled. This was one of the things that had always endeared her to Claire. She had always been the Mistress favorite cuntlicker and often said that Claire wouldve made a perfect lesbian lover had she been born female. Claires tongue darted in and out of Beths asshole getting out the cum from between the two sphincters that separated Beths colon from her ass-pussy. She finished up with a kiss on Beths balls and a quick yank on her cock.
Beth started at that. She looked behind her to see Jessica holding Claire from behind and stroking her breasts and stomach. Beth turned around and knelt on the floor in front of Claire and Jessica. The blonde T-Girls petite cock was dripping precum and a little leftover cum. She looked up to Jessica for permission in their game. "Lady, may I?" she asked.
Jessica smiled widely. "Go ahead, Beth. You have my permission." She kissed Claire deeply and tweaked one of her nipples, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the smaller T-Girl.
Leaning forward, Beth sucked Claires cock into her mouth and began to massage her balls. She bobbed her head up and down on the shaft. Claire began to whimper. Beth pulled off and sucked on her little, hairless ballsack, pulling one testicle into her mouth then both of them. The blondes cock was sliding on the side of Beths nose and pushing her hair away from her eyes. Claire was thirty-five from her personnel files, but she really looked like a teenager when she was naked. The makeup aged her somewhat; in her official position in the Society she looked twenty-something. Beth thanked Anne again for making them look younger through her creation.
She let Claires balls fall out of her mouth and slid up the side of the four-inch shaft, flicking the cockhead with her tongue. She looked up at Claire, smiling at her. Claire had her eyes closed but briefly looked down at Beth and smiled back. She looked like an elf from all of those fantasy novels she had read back in the sixties and seventies. Jessica was playing with her breasts and chewing on her ears to her utter distraction. Beth sucked the girls cock back into her mouth. She started doing figure eights in her mouth and gently pinched her balls. Claire tried to hold back, but she came into Beths mouth in a torrent.
The blonde spasmed in Jessicas arms and let out a cry of happiness while cum jetted into Beths throat. She drank it all, wiping her chin with her finger when she was done and licking that off too. She stood up and helped Jessica put Claire in bed. Jessica smiled at Beth and kissed her on the lips. Returning the kiss, Beth felt her heart leap again at being the wife of these two hot T-Girls.
"That was nice," Jessica said going to the other side of the bed and pulling out three short squat goblets and a bottle of brandy. She poured the liquor into two of them and sat down on a heavy afghan covered chair. "Join me, my pet?" she said lifting one of the glasses to Beth.
"Yes, Lady Jessica," Beth said, walking towards her. Jessica motioned for her to sit in her lap; penis was softening somewhat so Beth knew it wasnt an invite to fuck, just to cuddle. She sat in the Asians lap and put one arm around her neck. This one of the positions Mistress Donna favored and she knew Jessica admired the woman and mimicked many of her dominant traits. Beth sipped her brandy, feeling the warmth fill her stomach. "Lady Jessica, wont Claire be a little jealous that were doing this without her?"
"Shes already asleep," Jessica said, pointing to the bed. Indeed, Beth could her the blonde snoring quietly until she murmured and rolled over. "We really wore her out tonight. She came two times inside me before you came over." She nuzzled Beths breast with her face and kissed her before sipping some of her brandy. "Beth, love, do you remember ?"
Love? She felt a wave of happiness wash over her. "What, lady Jessica?" she asked.
Jessica put her brandy down on the small, heavy table next to the chair. "When we both were men, when the changes happened?" She asked, sighing.
"Yes, not very clearly, but yes," she replied.
Jessica looked at her, her dark almond eyes somewhat sad. She was beautiful, her nose small, high cheekbones and her lips full. It was hard to think that she had been born male except for the reminder of her cock. "You know I didnt want to be like this when I first got the virus." Beth gasped a little, Mistress Donna said they were never to give the virus to anyone against their will.
Jessica sensed her shock. "It was before you were given the virus, before the controls were in place, eight years ago. I was a Tong leader just over from Shanghai I wont tell you which one. I was sent by my bosses to fix what was wrong in the LA chapter. We shipped stolen cars back to China and money and opium to the States for quiet investments and trade with the other drug cartels.
"I was, and still am, an organizational genius. Its the reason I was picked, by my bosses. Unfortunately, I tended to try to carve out small kingdoms for myself and make the men under me personally loyal to me and not to the Tong. My boss knew this and had sent me here to get me away from my lieutenants in the newer parts of Shanghai. I knew what was happening, but went where my boss said to go to keep my son alive."
"A son?" Beth blinked. "I didnt know."
"No one does except for Mistress, Claire, and now, you," Jessica said. "I was back to my old tricks soon enough. I didnt know that my boss had organized a very special form of revenge for me." She sighed and sipped her brandy again. "I got a doctored cocktail in a club I frequented with my boys. I started to act weird within a few weeks. I started to wear softer clothes, my cotton ones were chafing me." Beth nodded, she knew that the changes in her skin made it tender in the months following infection.
Jessica continued. "My bald spot grew back and my hair started to grow like crazy. I was getting haircuts twice a week. My facial and body hair fell out and my face started to change." Beth knew about that too, but she had been under Mistress care the whole time. "When my voice changed, the boys got scared and took me out and shot me, leaving me for dead in a field," Jessica said softly. Beth looked sad, knowing that that activity was all too common among Tongs. Jessica put her finger to Beths lips before she said any apologies.
"Theres this old myth in China about a Daoist sorcerer who craves power. He figures out that he has mastered all the Yang power, that of strength and the sun, but that he cant master the intricacies of the Yin. The only way he can do that is by turning himself into a woman with spells. All of his servants make the transformation along with him, unwillingly. They were frightened for their manhood and I cannot blame them for wanting to be rid of me," Jessica said.
"Mistress Donna and Anne picked me up in that field. I was feverish and I thought they were devils taking me to hell. I tried to kill them, but I was too weakened by my wounds." Jessica stroked Beth absentmindedly. "When I woke up I found out that I was being held at a medical facility and that my boss had paid Mistress a large amount of money to turn me into a plaything. I tried to escape numerous times. I even killed a few of the nurses and got out once, but I had grown breasts by then and I returned with the intention to kill Donna after I made her change me back."
"What stopped you?" Beth asked watching small tears fall from her lovers eyes.
Jessica sighed. "I was out of the facility for a few weeks, none of them could find me. I met up with a doctor I knew from before who owed me a few favors. I had my breasts removed." She sighed and drank some more brandy. "They came back in three weeks, bigger than before and my scars all disappeared. It felt like someone pouring alcohol on my open chest." Beth kissed her on the head. She didnt know her transformation had been so bad. "By then, no one couldve even thought I was a man except for my penis. I snuck back onto the ranch with the intention to kill her. She knew right away who I was and was very calm about the fact that I was holding a gun to her.
"She told me that she had told my boss that I had died during the process of feminization. He was disappointed, but agreed to pay her in full. She took the money and had it set up to give to my wife and kid in monthly installments, it was almost a quarter million, insurance money, she said. I didnt know that the boss hated me that much. She offered to give me a job and a new identity in exchange for keeping up the payments to my family. I broke down and cried, dropping the gun. Lady Anne picked it up. I was so out of it I didnt even know she was there," Jessica said.
"I didnt want to be a girl! I wanted to be myself, but I knew that if I tried to return to my family like this my wife would reject me and my Boss would sell me to the ladyboy slave rings. I agreed and Mistress took me in as a minor clerk in the inventory rooms for one of her shell companies." Jessica began to cry and Beth held her tight to her. "I couldnt accept it," she sobbed. "I almost committed suicide four times in that first year. I couldnt be with a woman or a man; I was too scared of rejection. I poured myself into my work and soon was the warehouse manager. Donna recognized my talent and soon I was managing al the warehouses, she also saw that I was miserable and would probably die of a broken heart soon."
"Claire started working with me that year as the accounting manager for the society. I had to get all my expenses through her. We both know how hard that is even when were sleeping with the little miser," Jessica said. Both Beth and she laughed and Claire rolled over in her sleep. "She kept asking me to go over things with her over dinner, but I kept putting her off. One night she found me working late in the office and she brought me dinner and helped me with some of my work. She kissed me and " Jessica blushed at the thought of their first night together. "I had needed it so bad I was starting to treat my girls badly and Claire knew it. Later I found out that shes one of Mistress favorites and was sent to help me out. She was only supposed to let me release my frustrations and help me adjust, but she fell in love with me.
"She got me into the inner circle about a year ago, but Donna had her bring me in for regular training sessions until then." Beth nodded remembering it from the angle of being one of Mistress Donnas maids and pets then. "I still dont like being with men, even though Ive been trained to pleasure them, and women I like Mistress and all but I like being fucked by Claire too much," she blushed.
Beth giggled and kissed Jessica. "Thank you for sharing with me, Lady Jessica," she said, lowering her eyes. "Im sorry about your son. Have you ever seen him?"
Jessica looked slightly pained.
"Im sorry. I wont " Beth stammered.
Jessica hushed her with a quick kiss. "Its alright. I saw him last year at one of the department stores in Shanghai. I was there for a convention you know the one on trade?" Beth nodded. "Well I had found out where he was going to school and I followed him to the store. I was pretending to shop and he noticed me."
"What happened?" Beth asked.
"He asked me out," Jessica giggled. "He said I was very beautiful and we should go get some tea." She shook her head. "I never knew he would turn out to be the straightforward type."
"And?" Beth needled.
"And " she sighed. "I went out with him and shared a few jokes. I kissed him at the end of the date and gave him a fake number. He is only sixteen and I am his father."
Beth giggled. "I knew you wouldnt sleep with him. I was just teasing." She kissed Jessicas nose. "You do look like youre in your late twenties. You should be happy highschoolers find you attractive. I know I do."
"I dont know your story, Beth," Jessica said softly, changing the subject. "I knew youd find out if I snooped in your files and I was too attracted to you to want to get you angry. Especially after Claire started to invite you to our bed."
Beth blushed. "Well. Mine really isnt like yours The change helped me through a difficult part of my life." She took a really big swig of Brandy and winced. "Im not an alcoholic like I used to be. I really cant get drunk. Anne modified my liver with something or other to process the alcohol quickly. Its also a trigger to start producing hormones of a certain type." She laughed. "I dont drink except with you two it makes me lactate like crazy and it gives me headaches."
Jessicas eyes became wide. "Really?" she asked in a hushed voice and looked at Beths nipples as is they were going to spurt milk.
"Not that quickly. By morning Ill be sore and need to get my breast pump out," Beth said. Jessica had an odd lusting look on her face.
"No need, my pet," she said and licked one of Beths nipples. "Im sure that Claire and I can drain you in the morning." Beth blushed. Shed never nursed anyone before. "Itll be really enjoyable. I guarantee it."
"Yes, Lady Jessica," Beth said with a smile. The headaches were a real pain. She really never drank anything with alcohol in it unless one of the two offered it to her, and then it was for appearances only.
Beth sighed. "Let me tell you a tale of a washed up CIA agent who was given a second chance at life "
June 13 2001
Judith Dominguez sat in the drivers seat humming along to the Alien Ant Farm song on the radio, she really didnt know the words - she never bothered anyway. Her wife Monica sat in the passenger seat fiddling with her pistol that she carried whenever they delivered a batch of the virus to the clinic up here in Nor-Cal. "You know, we really could get into trouble if we were pulled over and the police found that," Judith said quietly.
"It wont happen, Judy, honey. Youre such a nice driver weve never even gotten so much as a ticket," The short, squat woman replied. Monica wasnt unlovely; she just looked like a fireplug with short blonde hair to most people. It came from years of bodybuilding in addition to her natural short frame. She checked the bullets again, a nervous habit of hers. "Its not like it used to be. You always used to get tickets before."
The tall blonde blushed. "Monica!" she whined "I dont want to remember back them. I was so mean." She slowed the van for a stoplight before the yellow had turned red. She flattened her floral print sundress in her lap.
Monica smiled. "Yes, you were. You were always trying to make me get a boob job and wear makeup. That truck you drove was more important to you than I was," Monica needled.
A look of sadness came over Judith. "I know, my love, but thats all behind us now. The Society changed me for the better." She had really thought that driving for a hundred hour a week to provide for her wife had been enough, but Monica had other needs that she wasnt fulfilling.
Monica smiled and put her hand between Judiths legs feeling the bulge there. "You still like it when I remind you that Im in charge now dont you?"
"Yes," she said quietly. Judith had found out during her transformation that Monica hated having to be submissive to her husband and loved the role reversal.
"You love it that you get to wear all the dresses and lingerie that you wanted me to, dont you?" she continued. Rudy had always tried to make her prettier and had been insensitive to her protests that it took so long to do. Monica made her new T-Girl wife do everything to the fullest. Judith always looked her best - even while shopping.
"Yes," she said heavily as she put the van into gear when the light turned green. Her nipples on her DD breasts had been hard at the mention of her former manhood, but now that Monica was rubbing her crotch her penis was getting aroused too. She was getting into the game they played almost too much to notice the black Lincoln Continental that had pulled in front of them.
The black car stayed with them as they entered the residential area. Judith saw another one in the rear view mirror when she looked up to signal to turn. Monica was playing with Judiths right breast with one hand through her dress and bra. "Um, Monica?"
Monica looked over at her wife. "Yes, pet?"
"I think were being " The Lincoln in front of them swerved sideways and blocked forward movement. Judith slammed on the brakes and managed to stop the van just before impact. She could hear the refrigerated cases in the back slide around, but no sounds of breaking. She looked up in her rearview mirror and saw the other car behind her do a similar maneuver and block the street.
Monica swore and picked up the heavy revolver from the floor. "I knew we would need this one day." She flicked off the safety and watched four very tall women dressed in black male business suits get out of the car in front of them. All of the women were six feet tall or larger and moved with a machinelike grace that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She instantly took notice of their hair all of them had hair down to their butts and it had cat patterned coloring. Thats freaky, she thought.
The women quickly surrounded the van. One with cheetah spotted hair stood outside her door. The woman was beautiful in a classic Greek sense with a long aquiline nose and high cheekbones. Her ever were slightly oversized for her face, but the color was what creeped her out. The irises were bright red. "Remove your bodies from the conveyance," she said slowly, with an almost eastern European accent.
"Like hell!" Monica pulled her pistol and pointed at the woman with the intent to scare them into letting her and her wife go - or thats what she tried to do. The woman pulled back with inhuman speed and struck Monicas arm against the rear of the open window. With a sickening crunch, Monicas arm shattered. It took a second to register in her mind and then she screamed in pain. She heard Judith yelling her name and was faintly aware of being grabbed and thrown bodily from the vehicle. She landed against a fence and screamed again as her arm hit it.
She looked up at the woman that had hurt her. She picked up the pistol and said "Et gadra?" to one of the other women.
Another voice added "Sa, abbo gadra. Gath yar. Ibini yar."
"Eskes elkesto," the cheetah haired one got into the van and all three vehicles sped off. Monica was crying in pain when she heard Judith call her name and run up to her.
"Oh god, honey, your arm!" Judith said in a panic. She wrapped a tourniquet above Monicas shattered elbow and whispered for her to keep quiet. Monica gritted her teeth against the pressure. And held it with her good hand. She heard Judith dial her cell phone, "Hello, this is courier Judith Dominguez. Weve been attacked "
December 28th 2001
Beth stood in front of Mistress Donnas large bed where the woman had just woken from her nights sleep. Anne was waking up next to her and there were three other girls who she knew to be new arrivals. She wringed her beret quietly and waited. She had been told to report to the Mistress as soon as she got in, but that had been hours ago and she knew it was better not to wake the head of the Society from her sleep.
Donna stretched and yawned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She noticed Beth standing away from the bed and motioned her forward. Beth came forward with some trepidation. A summons was never taken lightly. "Beth?" Donna began.
"Yes Mistress," she answered.
"Who took my virus?" Donna said raising an eyebrow.
Beth swallowed loudly. "We dont know, Mistress." She had called in all sorts of favors to look for the six cat-haired women or any rumor of a bio-weapon that did what the virus did. "There were no records of hotel rooms or car rentals."
Donna slid out of bed and padded over to Beth. The T-Girl began to sweat; her mistress didnt look happy. "What about the van. I know you found it, empty."
Beth looked at her feet. The fingerprints were weird, like circuit boards and the DNA hadnt matched anyone in the FBI databases it didnt match anything human. "I dont know what to say, Mistress. Ive failed you." She held in her tears. She would not cry.
"We had a deal. I turn your life around, pay your alimony, and you keep my people safe," Donna hissed. "You couldn "
"Enough," Anne said quietly from the bed. Amazingly enough, Donna did stop. The smaller woman climbed out from between two girls and walked over to Donna and the trembling Beth. "Lets talk in an area with less ears." She put on a white terrycloth robe and went out on the veranda overlooking the courtyard. It was still early morning and no one was below among the orange trees and herb gardens. One of Beths security team looked at them from the roof, but left at a gesture from her chief.
"Anne, you better have a damn good reason to interrupt me dressing down this slave of mine," Donna said quietly in a menacing tone.
Anne raised one of her eyebrows at Donna then turned to Beth, "Is it safe to talk here?"
"Yes, we sweep it for bugs six times a day, Lady Anne," she replied.
The shorter woman sighed loudly. "Donna, you know that I am, or rather, was a Soviet scientist until I got out in ninety-two. I am also seventy-three years old and the subject of many, many of my own experiments," she said. Donna went to interrupt her, but Anne holding a single finger in the air silenced her. "I know the human genome and many viral genomes inside and out, but I have to tell you that I have never seen the DNA of those who took our virus."
Donna had her hand to her mouth and was biting her lower lip; there was a wild light in her eyes. "Who are they?" she asked, finally.
"Not human, there is a twenty percent difference between them and us. Chimpanzees are only a one-percent difference. So this is puzzling. I have tried to cultivate the cells with little success. There is a carrier cell that looks like liquid crystal in the blood. It resists my looking at it," she said. Anne put her hand on Donnas arm and the ruler of the Society looked at her in trepidation.
"Do not blame Beth, Donna. She has done everything that can be done on the planet to protect the girls. She would die for them," she said looking in to Donnas eyes. Donna nodded knowing it was true. Beth had cried privately for a week while organizing the search for the robbers and quadrupled security measures. She was frightened to death that the robbers had been federal agents and that the Society would be shut down for bioterrorism.
Beth still trembled like a little girl. She knew Donna would be angry and dreaded being thrown out of the Society. She couldnt live without Jessica and Claire. "Im sorry, Mistress," she said quietly.
Donna swallowed and ground her teeth for a few seconds. "Alright, Anne. Say I believe you that our virus was taken by space aliens, what then?"
Anne looked at her seriously. "I am not saying space aliens took it," she said nastily. "More like something from that book, what was it The Island of Doctor Montigue?"
"Moreau Its The Island of Doctor Moreau, Lady Anne," Beth added and looked at her feet, blushing.
Anne clapped her hands. "Shes cute and talented, Donna. Yes, that book. None of the DNA fragments were of alien origin. It was as if someone had taken a human and engineered them for a very long time, placing small bits here and there to make them, hmmmmmm. How shall I put it?"
"Cloned soldiers? Lady Anne," Beth interrupted again. Donna gave her a look and swatted her ass hard. Beth looked at the ground.
"Donna," Anne said in an exasperated manner. "She is helping me with this."
Donna raised an eyebrow to Anne. "So some genetically engineered cloned soldiers took my virus?" she said incredulously.
Beth nodded her head, but kept silent. Anne nodded adding, "Yes, exactly."
"This isnt the fucking Twilight Zone, you know!" she almost yelled at the two. "I get a load of virus stolen out from under me - worth fifteen million dollars and enough to feminize forty men - and my top aides say that something out of the Twilight Zone is happening?!" She was turning red. "The Russians took it or Islamic Jihad took it I can understand, but noooo you come up with clones from the Island of bloody doctor Moreau!"
Beth winced under the onslaught. "Mistress?" she asked.
Donna raised an eyebrow. "You can speak, slave, if its very important. If it isnt Ill switch you till you bleed," she said crossly.
Beth reached into her pocket and pulled out an object about the size of a cell phone. She put it into Donnas outstretched hand. "We found this last night about a mile from where we found the abandoned van, Mistress," she said, not looking into Donnas eyes.
The redhead looked at the black, shell-shaped object. It was warm to the touch and a round circle on the top glowed faintly blue. "What is this?" she asked.
"We dont know, exactly. I think it might be some sort of map, Mistress," Beth said. She had been investigating it when the summons came. Anne looked at the device in Donnas hands in unabashed curiosity.
She turned it over in her hands and pressed the blue glow. The top folded out like the petals of a flower meeting the dawn. Blue light spilled from the bottom of the device and its flower clamshell shape opened. A blue image of the earth hovered an inch above the device, swirling slowly clockwise. Strange glyphs reminiscent of Mayan writing mixed with spidery Sumerian script floated above the cities and political borders. Donna gasped. This wasnt from Intel.
She put her finger towards the glowing sphere and it moved closer into where she pointed. Soon she was looking at a dimly lit overhead view of Paris. "Amazing," she said. She mover her hand to the side to see if she could see London, but the globe abruptly shifted. She blinked. The globe was the same, but there were differences. As it slowly turned she saw that the political borders were vastly different. North America was split into forty-five different parts, Europe had five borders and the Mediterranean Sea was dry with three nations inside of it too. She dropped the device like it was hot.
"I cant This cant " Donna stammered. Beth came from behind her and held her tight.
"Its alright, Mistress," Beth said quietly and leaned her breasts against Donna.
Anne picked up the map. "Hmmm Interdimensional? Well that surprises me. I thought it was just a rogue scientist in the South Seas. This definitely explains why we cant find them Theyre not here anymore," she said dispassionately. "Beth, were there any other odd things where you found this?"
Beth nodded, kissing Donnas ear when the redhead turned her head back to look at her T-Girl slave. "There was a twelve meter by twelve meter square carved out of the hill like a laser did it. It was overgrown with grass, but I dont think any construction equipment did it," she said.
Donna leaned forward out of Beths arms when Anne shut the device by touching the blue circle again. "Why are you two taking this so calmly?" she inquired.
"I have seen my share of strange things in the Soviet Union and am not unfamiliar with the concepts. I am, however, a biologist and not a physicist. This is weird, but not overly so," Anne said. "I can make the human body rewrite its DNA from male to female without killing the host, Donna. I deal with the miraculous everyday."
Donna looked at Beth who was being quiet. "And you?"
Beth blushed bright red. "Mistress, Im Im a science fiction fan," she said embarrassedly. "After you turned me from a fifty-something, wrinkled grease ball into a lithe thirty-something T-Girl play toy I could believe anything."
"Yes, you are one of our masterpieces," Donna said proudly. "I forgive you, Beth. You cant catch ghosts." Beth sighed in relief at this. "However, we need to make sure that this doesnt happen again. Next time it might really be the Russians or our own countrymen. What do you suggest?"
Beth blinked in surprise then put her hand to her chin in thought. "I would close all of the clinics and expand the ranch." That would annoy Jessica to no end. "We could house all the girls and new transformees here until they completed their transformation, but wed have to expand the security force. Id recommend on keeping it hidden so we dont attract the local police or CHPs. We just need to look like a nice resort for women. We could get the vineyard back in working order and have our girls work it as a cover, too.
"Ill get people I know monitoring for any knowledge of the virus. We dont need publicity. The NAACP would kill us legally and I know that were guilty of kidnapping on a massive scale," Beth said pacing a little.
"They ask for it now," Donna said. "I know you did."
"Now, maybe," Beth said. "Others whom you might think loyal might come forward if a scandal ever broke on the news, Mistress." She winced at the thought of Mistress and Anne being led off in handcuffs under the lights of the media.
"Weve got enough pull with the media to keep it quiet," Donna said confidently.
"Youd think so, wouldnt you, Mistress?" Beth said. "Some of the new pups dont know who pays their bosses and some of those bosses might not stay bought if theres a press conference about bioterrorists." She sighed seriously. "I will keep the Society safe at all costs, Mistress," Beth said it so seriously Donna almost thought she was watching an old samurai movie, one of the ones where a Samurai pledges undying loyalty to his lord. This time a beautiful brunette was playing the part of the samurai.
Donna smiled and hugged Beth. "Anne?"
"Yes Donna?" the biologist answered.
"Put that in your lab for study. We have girls waiting for their lessons inside," Donna said in her dominatrix voice.
Anne curtseyed in her nakedness. "Yes, Mistress Donna," she said demurely before she went inside.
Beth made a move as if to join her, but a hand stopped her. She looked into the eyes of her mistress. They were intense. "Beth, make sure the Society survives."
"Yes, Mistress," Beth answered seriously. "I shall protect you "
Donna stopped her with an upraised hand. "No, I may die someday. Be it in a car or plane accident or random violence. Dont be like the samurai and follow your Lady to her death. Keep my dream alive, no matter what happens," Donna said, her eyes glowing with an inner light.
Beth lowered her head and let her Mistress kiss her forehead. "I will, Mistress," she said solemnly.
"Good!" Donna said cheerily, her mood changing completely. "Now, we have some new girls to break in." She put her arm around the brunette and led her in to the room where a small, raven-haired beauty with a-cups and a five-inch penis and a dark skinned beauty with cornrows, b-cups and a four-inch penis stood waiting nakedly for her. "I want you to take Bitsy and Susan under you wing and show them how to be as elegant and gorgeous as you are!"
October 12th 2007
The office was crowded with the detritus of Beths career. The commendations from the CIA to Benjamin Bar-Lovitch had been changed to read Bethany Bat-Lovitch. Knick-knacks from France and Germany in the eighties sat here and there on her bookcases. Fresh flowers and light from the window combated the books and papers near the window. The room had two halves, imperfectly joined.
Beth had been in the room since before sunrise today. The paperwork to keep the security teams was daunting and the phone kept interrupting her. There had been no further sighting of the women from another dimension in the last six years, but she was vigilant. The map device had proved undecipherable, but there were maps of three hundred worlds, not all of them industrialized. They really got around.
She looked up from the keyboard to the flat screen monitor and then over to a picture frame that changed constantly. It had a picture of Claire dumping ice down Beths blouse when the three managed to get in a vacation to the Bahamas earlier this summer. Beth had a look of utter surprise and panic on her face and Claire was laughing her head off. She smiled to herself in memory. The next picture was Jessica and her dancing in elegant dresses at the Christmas ball at the ranch last year. She loved the silky feeling of the green dress she wore that time. Jessica looked so gorgeous in her black qipao that she wore on these formal occasions.
Beth felt her penis rising of its own accord. "Down girl," she giggled to herself. She was in her sixties she shouldnt be acting like a teenager. But she hardly looked thirty-five and Anne said she should live to her late hundred and thirties. What wonders that woman came up with. At the moment Jessica was in China buying more dresses for herself and Claire. Claire was in her office across the campus working on papers just like Beth was doing now. She was marveling at another picture - Claire and her kissing when the phone rang.
"Hello, Security, Bat-Lovitch speaking," she answered.
"You never call, you never write, Ben," a male voice she recognized started whining on the phone.
"Mel, I love you, too," she answered. "Remember, its Beth now. Hows the Moss ad, these days?"
Mel Fujitsu laughed. "Beth, right. Sorry my old friend. Habits die hard," Mel said with a smile without malice. "Well were having a bit of a hard time with these Palestinians. They keep exploding, dont you know?" He coughed for a while, and then spat. "Dont say anything. I quit smoking two years ago. This is just a cold. Everyones got it here."
"Mel, I know you didnt call to tell me you had a cold and to go to synagogue," Beth said. "Did you call to confess youre love to me?" she kidded.
Mel hocked another ball of phlegm. "If I ever leave my wife of twenty-five years Ill look you up," he flirted back. "Seriously, though. You, girl, have a major problem."
Beth let her breath out slowly. "Tall women with cat-colored hair?" she asked.
"No, not that old search," Mel said. "Something new. Germans asking around about a sex changing bio-weapon." He hacked again for a few moments, blowing his nose for good measure. "Damned cold! Chinese mustve brought it in when they came last month."
"Mel?" she asked impatiently. "Germans, wanting to know about a virus?" she jogged his memory.
"Right. Theyre all over the place at the biotech firms asking all these technical questions. If the people dont know they just up and leave," he said. She could imagine him shrugging. "The weird thing is that none of my German contacts knows anything about them."
The hairs on the back of her neck rose. Could they be from the same place as the cat-haired women? "Mel, how is it that were in trouble?" she said, emphasizing the "were."
He hacked again and spat. "Damn cold. Well, they ran into some Tong in China running that fake bio-firm that runs opium Seven Stars or something and they spilled the beans that they paid a lot of money to get rid of one of their boys that way, but it didnt work. Your company got fingered and the Krauts up and disappeared."
"When, Mel, when?" she asked with urgency.
"I found out a few hours ago, but they fingered you about a day ago," the Moss ad agent said.
"Thanks, Mel. I owe you one. Kiss, kiss," she said.
"Ah promises, promises," he said laughing. "Dont catch this thing its a heck of a thing, everyones got it; from China to Tel-Aviv, nastiest thing out there. Good luck."
"Thanks, Mel." Beth hit the speed dial button for Donnas private cell phone. It began ringing. Beth felt cold all of a sudden. The room was dark. Beth looked behind her. The Sunlight was gone and she saw a green flash and heard the thunderclap immediately afterwards. Close, she thought to herself. The phone went dead, the lights went out, and her computer failed. Heavy rain began pelting the window and lightning struck again.
"What the hell?" she asked herself out loud. The forecast had been for a cool, but sunny day. No rain was expected for a while, let alone a thunderstorm. Beth put the phone down and grabbed her jacket. She would have to tell the bad news to Mistress in person.
Outside the wind whipped he jacket around her and the rain fell like it did in Scandinavia, not in California. Her hair whipped behind her as she ran towards the main house. Another flash of lightning silhouetted on the ground what looked to be men rappelling from something. Beth looked up to see several black flying wings hovering in the storm like it was nothing. Men were rappelling out of the bottoms of these aircraft onto the roofs of the buildings. Large men, with guns, she thought in fright.
Beth dived into a bush as she heard the staccato of one of the anti-aircraft batteries that she insisted be installed fire upon the planes. A flash of red concentrated light from above the planes lanced into the anti-aircraft position and she felt herself being lifted as the gun exploded. The smell of cooked meat and cordite wafted over to her along with the pop, pop, pop of cooking off ammunition. Oh God! Beth thought. Thui Nguyen, one of her trainees who had been a marine before she decided to get transformed, had manned that gun.
The sky became black as night, punctuated by the green flashes of lightning and the red flashes of laser fire. Beth watched the men set up guns on the roofs and break into the buildings. Loud thudding of gunfire happened around her as wave after wave of rain fell down on her. This is a nightmare, she thought. This cant be happening, but it is.
A loud crack of lightning hit next to her and the green electricity shot up from the water on the ground through her. Beth fell down, feeling the energy crackle through her limbs. She lay on the ground in the mud for a minute perhaps. Looking up from the mud she saw that the clouds were dissipating and the sun was shining. Beth picked up herself from the mud with only the thought of finding Mistress Donna and saving her. Green electricity shot down her arm and across her hand, vanishing into sparkles in the air. At that moment Beth knew where Donna was. Completely, in time and space she Knew the location of her Mistress. Beth ran towards the main house, Donna was in her office surrounded by large men in black.
Fire from one of the roofs penetrated the mud near her and threw up great splashes of it onto her. She heard a man screaming in German from her left, "Get on your belly, kafer!" She looked up at a person in a black uniform, puffy like a ski jacket, behind a tripod mounted machinegun. He fired another series of warning shot at her and she dived behind the bushes on the path. The tree behind her was sawed down with a tremendous *crack* that threw splinters everywhere, penetrated her back and cut her face.
Gritting in pain, Beth watched as the girls from the ranch were herded out of the buildings into the open. She looked up at a loud humming and saw what had obliterated all of her carefully hidden anti aircraft emplacements in cast the feds ever raided the ranch. A large metal zeppelin at least a thousand feet long and three hundred feet wide floated just below the clouds that still lingered. It was painted flat gray and was covered with gun turrets and open hangars. It looked like a flying battleship.
She must have been stunned for a while, because the sun was shining brightly on her face when she heard the crunch of someone walking through the bushes behind her. "Vas is das?" a male voice said. Beth looked behind herself and saw a huge man? He was seven feet tall and had shoulders half as wide as he was tall. From under his coal bucket helmet with black bug-eyed goggles was a bears snout. His uniform was flat black and festooned with grenades and extra clips of ammunition for the extremely large hand cannon he carried.
Beth bolted away from the thing in sheer panic. A large paw/hand shot out and grabbed her arm, whirling her around. "Youre under arre " the bear man began.
"Let go of me you bastard!" Beth shouted at him in German and whipped her foot up into his crotch. With a crunch that sickened her he stopped in mid sentence and bellowed in a voice that would have scared a grizzly. Gripping his crotch he fell to his knees. Beth jumped for the gun with a dim thought that she could use it to make him free her mistress. She knew she wasnt thinking clearly, but it was the best she could come up with under the circumstances.
The pistol was huge and heavy. Two barrels looking like they fired fifteen-millimeter shells were attached to a stock made for hands much larger than hers. It must weigh at least thirty pounds she thought before dropping it and turning to run. She hit another person coming behind her full steam and they both went down. This person was her size and female. Beth got up, but the woman was on her in a flash. She was cursing in German and trying to put handcuffs on Beth. "Stay still you Hurricane-damned abbo bitch!"
"Piss on you, kraut!" Beth yelled back in German and she punched her in her tanned face. The woman yelled in a berserk rage and punched Beth back. Beth kicked upwards, trying to dislodge the woman, but they rolled instead with Beth on top now. The woman kicked upwards into Beths stomach, but she turned and it hit her hip instead. She ignored the pain and head-butted her opponent in the mouth. The womans grip lessened and Beth thought she was free until she was gripped from behind by glowing incandescent blue bands and thrown bodily into a tree.
Lying dazed from the blow, Beth was dimly aware of being handcuffed and made to stand. The Bearman she had kicked in the groin was standing with help from another one dressed in a black greatcoat and holding a staff that crackled with blue lights. "Koldurpos, you got nailed by an abbo female," the one in the greatcoat said in German.
The other one stood with difficulty. "Ah, Feldwebel, she is an amazon. Too bad shes not of Kondar. I would mate with one like that!" he said smiling with a mouth full of teeth.
Beth blushed beet-red. She had felt the size of his penis through the cloth it wasnt small. She blushed again at her even thinking of the idea. "Move it abbo!" the woman she had fought with on the ground growled.
Beth allowed herself to be brought to large gathering of girls standing in the courtyard in the middle of the ranch. Its once proud fence covered with grapevines was down and trampled by their guards. Many of the girls were crying and holding each other. Others stood in a sullen silence that bespoke of complete indignant hatred. Many of their guards were the Bearmen. Some of them looked human. Those were universally female, but they moved like men somewhat. She was distracted from her observation of the guards when the group from the main house was brought out.
Donna, Anne, Keanna and Claire were separated from the serving girls and mistress slaves. They were made to kneel in the mud with their hands on the back of their heads. Donna looked livid. Claire and Keanna were crying. Anne looked calm; shed lived through the purges in the Soviet Union. Beths heart ached. She allowed tears to fall from her eyes, but she refused to open her mouth and let it out. "Claire!" Beth yelled. Her wife looked up, but was hit from behind by the butt of a rifle. Beth tried to run to help her, but stopped when one of the bearmen leveled a rifle at her, it looked like a small cannon. She knew it would go through her and kill others. Beth backed up and stayed silent.
Some of the girls from her security team found her and they hung onto hr crying and telling how they had tried to stop the attackers. The strange uniforms had stopped their bullets; they had stiffened up at impact and shrugged off the bullets most of the time. They had gotten two or three, but the return fire had destroyed their defense the large bullets going through the walls like tissue paper and shredding bone and flesh. Beth held onto the girls and cried with them. Her world had ended.
The consolidation of the girls took at least two hours. An hour into the gathering of prisoners Beth had heard the sound of a news helicopter. She looked at the blue and white bug shaped craft and thought that at least the world will know whats happening. A red beam shot out from the zeppelin and the copter vanished in a ball of flame. Beth winced. From time to time the zeppelin shot at the ground and the air. Presumably to keep away police and anyone else who could help them she thought. Poor Claire, what are they going to do to her and mistress, Beth cried internally.
They were all made to kneel when a small white rectangle left the zeppelin. It moved with a grace shed only seen in some of her science fiction movies. She irrationally thought that George Lucas could learn something from these fierce people. The craft landed on the far side of the clearing near the courtyard. The soldiers that were not guarding her group and the mistress group ran up to the craft and got in two lines beside it. They all went to attention as the door opened in a hiss.
A tall woman dressed in a black uniform pressed uniform with silver trim. She wore no makeup on her café-au-latte skin and had short cropped blonde hair. Beth noted that she had Asian eyes. She saluted the soldiers crisply. She had an expression that Beth recognized as righteous anger. She had seen that look in Mistress eyes once or twice. She glided towards down the corridor created by her troops followed by several other women that Beth thought might be her subordinates. A gasp from girls made Beth look back behind the military officer.
A fleshy tulip shaped creature floated out from the aircraft. It was an orange pink color and had a ring of black eyespots around its bulbous head. Under the main part of the body where it connected with a stick-link single leg that was more for placing it in one place than walking, greenish tentacles writhed slowly. Beth looked on in astonishment at what was probably from her readings about the Burgess shale.
"Navigator, you are slow," the woman in charge said. "Yes, I know you are timid around weapons, but this is important. I need you to tell these primitives why this is happening in case they dont speak a civilized tongue." She nodded as if she heard something. "Do any of you stupid abbos here speak a civilized language?!?!" she turned and yelled at the crowd.
"I speak German," Beth said loud enough for the woman to hear. Maybe I can save us all, she thought. At least Mistress and Claire, I hope.
Her head whipped around and her eyes locked with Beths. "Bring her to me," she ordered in her husky voice. Two soldiers left her side and she was roughly grabbed and brought before the woman. The woman put her hand to her side and one of her lieutenants put a small cylinder in her hand. She held one end of the cylinder and put it out to Beth.
$Take the other end,$ an odd resonance in her head told her. Beth looked at the Creature that had been called navigator. $Yes, I speak this way. Take the other end. It will save many of your people.$ Beth took the other end of the cylinder in her hand. It was cold, but had an odd softness to it.
"You will translate everything I say faithfully into your language," the woman said.
$Repeat it, human,$ the odd tone encouraged.
"I will repeat everything you say in my language without changes," Beth said. The woman nodded and there was a hiss from the cylinder. Beths handcuffs came off with a click.
The woman walked over to where Donnas group kneeled. One of the other women handed her a large scroll case with white, black and red striped background. A golden shield with the double-headed Austrian eagle of World War one was prominent in the middle of the case. The ends of the case were capped in silver miniature eagles and had silver tassels hanging off of them. She uncapped it and brought out an equally ornamental scroll.
"Whats going on?" Donna asked Beth with a scowl.
"I dont know, Mistress," Beth said quickly. "I "
"Translate now, worker," The woman said, scowling.
Beth began to repeat the words the woman said. "I am Colonel Pietyr Khamly of the Third Strike Group of the Storm League. I have been charged with carrying out the sentence you were convicted of in absentia."
"What sentence? Who the hell is the Storm League?!" Donna yelled. Colonel Khamly kicked her in the face, flipping her backwards into the mud. The girls of the ranch gasped as one. No one had ever laid a hand on Donna in the years she ran the ranch. Claire and Keanna began to cry again, Anne didnt move, a stoic expression on her face. Beth ran forward and helped her mistress up.
"Beth?" she whispered as the T-Girl helped her up, wiping her face. Beth nodded. "Save as many of the girls as you can. I know youre translating to save us." Beth started to cry, but Donna gave her a hard look and she stopped.
"Are you finished?" Colonel Khamly asked.
"Yes," Beth answered.
"I admire loyalty, but do not do that again. I do not want to have to kill an employee of mine," she said seriously. Beth nodded out of confusion more than understanding. "Continue." She began to read off the scroll.
"This is a statement and not a discussion, prisoner." Donna nodded. "In the year of the Prime Earth 2408, the Aboriginal Organization of Reality 843M-218c-785L named the Society of Equality has been convicted of the crimes that follow. Creation of a biological weapon of mass destruction, Destruction of the Prime Earth reality and her populace, the destruction of seven of the Prime Realitys colonies, the Destruction of the Reality of the Federacy and of the Reality of NewHome and their populations through a Mutually Assured Destruction war that started due to the Prime Realtys death and the collapse of the Storm League." Beth felt like someone had cut her legs off at the knees as she translated. The map device had been able to speak and she knew of three of the alternate earths that had been mentioned.
Donna looked indifferent to the charges, but Anne looked sick. Claire and Keanna looked completely confused; the two had never been told what had transpired. Beth felt guilt at not telling Claire, but she hadnt wanted her worried. "We did no such thing," Donna said calmly. Beth translated.
One eyebrow went up on the Colonels pretty face. "Did you not create a biological agent that changes males into females?" she interrogated.
"Yes," Donna answered.
"Were you not careless in its handling?" the Colonel said, crossing her arms over her medium sized chest.
"No. We were very careful," she said, frowning.
"Liar!" The colonel kicked her in the gut and Donna folded over. Beth moved forward and she felt one of the colonels lieutenants grab her hair and put a gun to her head. She stayed put. "We lost everyone! Everyone!" colonel Khamly screamed. "Fifty billion people dead! You stupid abbo, I should impale your entire Reality!" Beth translated after being prompted. She did it in a calm tone, like it was a book.
"The plague started in the lower levels of our cities. A common cold, nothing to worry about, we thought. It spread through the upper levels via the maintenance workers. Riots happened, people with it could not control their emotions. They fought over stupid simple things or were reduced to crying in the halls over the smallest off things. Then people started to die. The elderly, people with birth defects, weaklings." She ranted, walking in a circle.
"Our scientists looked at this germ, this virus. It was engineered beyond our understanding. It makes hormones go crazy, a second puberty for everyone. Normal treatments did not cure it; it gets into the tissues. Drugs kill the patient. Hormone treatment kills the patient. Magic is resisted. You eat three times your normal diet. The changes regenerate." She looked at Donna. "Death was everywhere. We couldnt keep up with burying the dead, we were all sick. Then the changes occurred. Men became women and the world went into disarray. Suicides everyday, everyday," she laughed at an inner joke. "Some got away to the colonies in the gates, but they were infected too. Japan thought this was an attack so they fired their antimatter warp bombs at us. We fired back. Texas joined in on the fun.
"Our world was in flames, the Ring fell," Beth noted that many of the women in black were crying by now, some just looked as if they would shoot their prisoners. The bearmen were comforting some and calming others down. "One of the bombs went to the wrong reality, it landed in the Federacy. They attacked NewHome with their own warp bombs; they never did like each other you know How did they hide so many weapons?" she asked the air. "NewHome sent their psychic fleets through the Hurricane and attacked the Federacy. All was in flames. We, of the Storm League, are powerless to stop it."
She looked drained. "But, we did find out where the virus came from. Our navigators found this world using pure samples of the virus. We came here and found that it was you who are responsible for this holocaust," the colonel hissed.
Anne looked physically ill and Donna began to deny that this could be their fault. "I can fix it. I created it. It is not supposed to be contagious," Anne said quietly. Beth translated.
All of the color drained out of the colonels face. "You?" She said incredulously. "You are responsible?"
"Yes," Anne said.
"No," Donna said. "I am responsible. I bankrolled it. We didnt even know you existed. How could we have foreseen your deaths?"
"Its not infectious, sir," Anne said. Beth blinked at the appellation. The Colonel had been a man? She didnt look that way, but no one could tell with Beth either. "I can research the new strain and help cure you."
"No," she said quietly. "We have returned to your Reality and have already infected your people, it is your sentence. You will not escape your fate," the colonel pulled out a pistol in slow motion. "We have confiscated your lab equipment and your notes." She cocked the utilitarian pistol. "I made a promise to Johannes that I would kill whoever made this." A single shot and Annes head jerked back, red and pink material spraying the ground behind her. She fell forward onto her face. Beth could see the back of her head had been blown open and most of her brain was gone.
"You bitch!" Donna lunged forward at the colonel off her knees and there was another shot like a cannon from one of the bearmans guns. The mistress of The Society for Equality flew backwards in three pieces. Claire and Keanna stared at their dead mistress in shock and screamed long, keening cries. The girls in the group began to yell and cry. Beth looked at the former man that had killed her mistress, the controller of her world. She was crying, holding her head in one hand, with the pistol hanging from a finger.
Beth grabbed the pistol, but the colonel didnt move. "Go ahead," she said between sobs. "Im dead inside already. I want to join Johannes and be with him forever."
Beth gritted her teeth and lifted the gun. She had a flash of her mistress Donnas face in her mind and remembered the promise she made to her mistress to not die without continuing her work. She looked at the colonel and could see that she wanted to die. None of the soldiers looked ready to fight, many had broken down in tears and dropped their weapons as they walked back to the transports. Beth felt a light touch on her hand.
The navigator used several of its tentacles to take the gun from her and drop it. $Navigator,$ it mindspoke to her. $There has been enough killing today. They are spent and will retreat to the deepest reaches of the Hurricane to contain the disease.$
"Why? Why god, why?" Beth asked quietly.
$The universal question. We (an image of the creature in her mind) believe it is because it was fated to happen. I see you ending up in happiness but you must complete the hero quest and face the darkness of hell, fellow Navigator,$ it mindspoke to her.
"The Bears and you arent affected," she said.
It floated away behind the bearmen who were hustling the human soldiers into their transports and keeping their weapons leveled on the inhabitants of the ranch. $Were not human. Its a species specific virus.$ it spoke to her as it lifted into the white transport.
Beth kneeled at Donnas side and kissed the dead womans lips, closing her eyes. Claire put her arms around Beth and cried. "Oh God, Donna Mistress," Beth said, beginning to sob uncontrollably along with Claire and Keanna. The sky darkened and it began to rain and throw off green lightning again.
"Beth, what do we do?" Claire asked, tears streaking her face. Sirens began to wail in the distance.
Beth swallowed her tears. "Im the mistress until Jessica can be found. Get everyone together; youll all have to go. Theyll have to vacate before the police arrive. Ill play the victim and lead them away. Ill meet you when I can."
Part 1: Pandoras Box
Part 2: Hell Cometh
Part 3: Return of the Hurricane
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