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Part 6.
Now, onto the boring stuff
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Now onto the fun stuff
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LATER THAT DAY IN THE SECRET LAB OF THE T.S.D.D.A...
The lab tech and the female assistant loaded Sam into the virtual
reality (V.R.) chair and proceeded to strap her in. Sam was groggy
and only partially cognizant. She was clearly still under the
influence of the drugs. After she was locked into the chair, the lab
tech pulled the helmet down while the woman went over to the other
chair and got in. He turned to a mirror positioned on one wall and
asked, "Sir, this one has clearly gone far further than any subject
we've worked with before. He's even got some kind of artificial womb
that shows up on X-rays."
The mysterious man running the show said, "Our primary duty is to
repair his brain. After we get him to a realization of his manly
self, we can find a plastic surgeon to undo the butchering of his
body. It is, however, a positive sign that he retains his penis. Is
the subject ready?"
The lab tech looked over Sam and said, "Ready."
"Is the 'wife' ready?"
The female assistant gave a 'thumbs up' and said, "Ready."
"Activate the V.R."
************
IN A FALSE REALITY...
Sam walked into his house, shoving his keys into his pocket. There
was something really wrong with that action, like he should've been
putting his keys somewhere else, but he couldn't seem too think of
what it could be. He heard a voice call out, "Welcome home, baby."
The word 'wife' popped into his head and a big boobed blonde bounced
into view.
Something about this woman turned his stomach, but he knew, somehow,
that he needed to put up a front of love. He stepped over and
wrapped his arm around her and kissed her. "Hey, babe. Nice day
today?"
"Lonely without you." She slid her hand up and started unbuttoning
his shirt. "Now I just want to see your big, manly chest." She
opened the shirt and there were Sam's boobs. She looked up with a
mean glint in her eye and said, "Get rid of those boobs, lover."
Sam hesitated a bit. He managed to say, "But-" before his body was
wracked with pain. He collapsed to the ground, curling into a fetal
position.
Another shock slammed his body and his 'wife' leaned over and said,
"Make the boobs go away and the pain will end." He tried to argue,
but another shock hit him. "Be a man. Be my husband."
But far from being a man, the last shock had cut through the drugs
they had used to confuse her. Sam knew who and what she was, but she
wouldn't hold up long against the physical torture they were
inflicting. Whispering, she called out, "Tracie, I need you."
************
BACK AT THE NEVADA HOUSEHOLD...
James knocked on the door to Kate's room. Used to Elaine's mansion,
he just stuck his head in, forgetting that the residents of this
house might be a little more interested in preserving their modesty
than most of his friends. Kate and Dell were in bed together, but it
was Dell who pulled the covers up, trying unsuccessfully to cover the
fact that he was wearing a slinky negligee. Kate looked up and gave
a shocked, "James!"
"Sorry. Used to a more public household. I'll remember to wait for
an answer next time. Just wanted to tell you that Elaine has
discovered some stuff and she wants to get everybody together before
she tells us about it."
"Alright, we'll be down after we get dressed."
James stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. Dell
attempted to cover more of himself and shrink under the covers.
James said, "Dell, we kind of got off on the wrong foot the other day
with your admittedly justifiable but unnecessary suspicion."
Dell said, "Yeah, okay," trying to get James to quickly leave.
James held up his hand stopping him. "What I wanted to tell you and
should have yesterday is that I often dress en femme myself. Now I
can't speak for Amanda or Elspeth, but as far as I or Elaine or
anybody who came with me is concerned, you could come down in a full
evening gown and the most you'll get is a second glance, and the only
comments you get may be on how to improve your make-up."
Dell sheepishly lowered the blanket, exposing the translucent, pink
negligee he had on. "I guess I shouldn't be so shy."
"Believe me; I understand." James turned to leave but then turned
back. "Can I make one comment?"
Dell suspiciously asked, "What?"
"The pink is cute, but I think you'd look better in a solid red."
Kate (who was wearing a matching negligee) turned and gleefully said,
"Told you!"
Dell rolled his eyes. "Thanks for restarting the great pink/red debate."
"Yeah, but this time I've got support for my viewpoint."
James grinned and said, "Sorry, didn't know this was a point of
contention, but to forestall any further argument, we need to get
downstairs."
As Dell got out of bed, Kate said, "This isn't over."
Dell pulled off the negligee and said, "I'm not giving up my pastels."
James briefly said, "Sorry," before returning to the hall.
Outside, Linda met him, saying, "How'd you sleep?"
"Not bad; not great. I was on eggshells all night waiting and hoping
for Sam to summon me."
"But it didn't happen?"
"Nope. I managed-" James felt his attention pulled away, knowing it
was Sam. "There she is!" He started back towards his room, telling
Linda, "Cover for me." He ran right back to his room, changing into
Tracie as soon as he was through the door. He threw himself into the
chair, drifting off to Sam.
************
IN THE FAKE REALITY...
Sam trembled with pain. The woman told her, "Just make those breasts
go away, and the pain will stop."
Then, from the door, she heard, "Oh, Sammy." She looked up and saw a
buxom blonde at the door. The blonde ran over to Sam and said,
"Don't worry, baby. I'm here."
The woman was confused and called out, "Freeze matrix." Everything
froze. Sam and James could've kept moving, but froze so as to not
arouse suspicion.
The voice of the leader called out, "What is it?"
"The subject has added another person to the matrix."
"His male lover?"
"Negative. A blonde bimbo. Well endowed. Not as big as my V.R.
image, but definitely taller."
"A woman? This shows signs of promise. Continue the program. Find
out who this woman is, then play the role accordingly."
"Understood. Restart matrix."
Everything started moving and Tracie helped Sam to her feet. The lab
tech asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Tracie, Sam's mistress."
"What are you doing here?"
Sam said, "I asked her to come. I've always had a fantasy of two
girls getting it on. You don't mind, do you?"
The woman blanched, yelled, "FREEZE MATRIX!" and disappeared.
Tracie whispered, "That got her."
************
IN THE LAB...
The woman threw the helmet off and jumped out of the seat. The
leader asked, "What is it?"
"He wants me to engage in... in..." she shuddered, "lesbian sex."
The voice was silent for a few seconds. "It seems his masculinity is
stronger than we hoped. Lesbian fantasies are common amongst men."
"But not for me."
"Miss Wilson, your first duty is this man. This is nothing more than
a virtual creation."
"But it feels real to me."
"Miss Wilson, we need a person inside the matrix in order to see what
the subject is doing and how he is responding. A male might tempt
him to try to have homosexual sex or to give into his delusion and
attempt sex as a woman."
"But-"
"Miss Wilson, return to your duties. Do whatever it takes to
maintain a relationship with the subject. We can resolve any
problems that arise after the session."
"Yes, sir."
She returned to the chair and pulled the helmet over her head.
************
IN THE VIRTUAL WORLD...
Sam and James waited. They knew the session wasn't ending because
Sam wasn't being sedated. They didn't move, frozen like the world
around them. The woman reappeared and called out, "Resume
simulation."
When the simulated world started moving again, Sam jumped right back
into character, saying, "That's right, baby. I thought it was time
for my wife and my lover to get it on with each other for my
entertainment."
Trying to play the role of betrayed wife, the woman said, "You've
been cheating on me?"
Sam threw a bit of overly macho swagger into her attitude and said,
"What can I say, I'm just too much man for any one woman."
Miss Wilson wasn't sure what to do next. With the introduction of
Tracie into the mix, this simulation had become something totally
unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Right now she was
playing the whole thing by ear, and, truth be told, she wasn't a very
good improvisational actress.
Tracie took the lead. She stepped over to her and said, "Don't
worry, hun. First time is always the spookiest. In no time at all,
you'll be a cunt-lover like me. You'll still enjoy a good dick
inside you, but you also won't be able to get by without sticking
your tongue up another woman's cunt on a regular basis."
Miss Wilson shuddered as Tracie went to her knees before her. Tracie
lifted up her skirt, exposing her pantiless crotch. Tracie pressed
her lips to the woman's cunt and gently licked her. Sam unzipped her
pants and pulled out her dick. As she stroked herself, she watched
Tracie go to work on the stranger's cunt. Sam was more than a little
resentful that they had to give this woman who was, at least in part,
responsible for the pain and separation she was suffering any
pleasure at all, but they had to keep up the pretense. If these
people got any idea that Sam was being any less than one hundred
percent believable then they'd likely drug and torture her severely.
Maybe they'd even succeed in stealing away her rightful identity.
Sam was trying to think of something to do to punish this woman and
get away with it, but it was Tracie who figured something out. She
continued to lick at the strange woman for a while, keeping her on
the edge of orgasm, but not allowing her to actually cum. Sam
grinned evilly. This was perfect. If this had been willing sex,
Tracie would've held her there for a while, then pushed her into a
mind-blowing orgasm. But now, Tracie would hold the woman on the
edge of orgasm, and then stop, not allowing her to ever achieve that
moment of physical release. It'd be torture, and they'd never
suspect a thing. Hell, they might even chalk it up to male
insensitivity and give Sam a break.
Sam watched for a little while longer before deciding she could stay
separate no longer. Sensing her need, Tracie reached back and
flipped up the hem of her dress, exposing her pantied rear. Sam took
the hint and got down on her knees behind Tracie. She rubbed her
dick suggestively up and down the panties outside Tracie's crack
before pulling them down and pushing her dick inside her wife.
Tracie all but leapt back, pushing Sam as deep as possible. Sam
smiled. It had been a while since they had had this strong a need
for each other, and Sam relished the feeling of just being physically
coupled with her "wife".
Connected as she was, she almost forgot about why she was there and
what she had to pretend to be. She reached around and took Tracie's
breasts in hand, pulling their bodies together. She made it look
like her sole intent was to fondle Tracie's boobs, but it was also to
feel her own breasts on Tracie's back. She had to be careful, but
they moved together until they had a mutual, simultaneous orgasm.
They stood up and Miss Wilson whimpered in need. Sam told her, "On
your knees," and, in a voice dripping with barely covered sarcasm,
she added, "love." The woman got on her knees. Sam got behind her
and pushed her dick into Miss Wilson's cunt. "Now, Tracie's going to
feed you her breast. If you show me you're a good lesbian and get
her all excited, then I may actually bother to give you an orgasm."
Tracie got on her knees in front of Miss Wilson and removed her
blouse and bra. She hefted one of her boobs and fed it to the girl.
Miss Wilson surprised them by avidly licking and sucking Tracie's
breast. She also wrapped her arms around Tracie and hugged her
tight. Sam was surprised, but saw how this woman was trying to
please Tracie. She had planned to leave the woman high and dry, but
felt a moment of mercy. When Tracie and she came, she pushed the
woman over the edge and into a screaming orgasm of her own.
After their sex, they stood up. This time, Sam helped Miss Wilson to
her feet. Sam gave her a light peck on the cheek, saying, "Good
deal, baby. The girl-on-girl stuff you just did really got my dick
throbbing. We'll have to do this again real soon."
Miss Wilson said, "Any time you want, baby." Sam was pretty good at
judging faces,and she could tell that although the woman thought she
didn't want more, she actually was more interested than she wanted to
be. She then yelled out, "Freeze matrix. Sedate patient."
The woman disappeared and Tracie felt the sticky threads of drugs
start to entwine Sam's mind. She wanted to grab onto Sam and stay
with her, but knew that would do no good. As Sam drifted away,
Tracie heard that strange voice say, "Find the betrayer. He will
lead you to Sam."
************
IN THE T.S.D.D.A. LAB...
Miss Wilson got out of the chair. The leader asked, "How did the session go?"
"The subject insisted on my participation, despite my wishes. He was
demanding, self-centered and obviously more concerned with his own
desires than mine. In short, he exhibited classically male behavior."
"And this... other woman? How did she behave?"
"She acted mostly at his behest. She was expressive without
exhibiting any initiative."
"Good. This is looking up."
"Sir?"
"I believe this 'other woman' to be a manifestation of his delusional
feminine self. The very fact that 'she' has become a separate person
from him shows it is losing its hold. You will need to watch her
closer in future sessions."
"Should I continue to participate in the lesbian sex?"
"You will continue to do whatever is asked of you in order to
maintain the connection with the subject."
"Understood, sir."
"Help return the subject to his bed."
Miss Wilson heard the static click of the P.A. system being turned
off, so didn't bother to respond. As she helped with Sam, she
wondered what scared her more: Sam asking for more lesbian sex, or
Sam not asking for more lesbian sex.
************
AT THE NEVADA HOUSE...
James, as Tracie, came out of his trance to see Susan waiting on the
bed. Seeing him awake, Susan tossed a shirt to him, saying, "Shift
back. I've been sent up here to get you. Dell wants to discuss
something with the entire group, you included. I had to move quickly
to be the one to come up here rather than one of Sam's sisters."
James shifted back into his masculine form. "What'd you tell them
about my needing time alone?"
"Mistress Elaine said that you hadn't been sleeping well after Sam's
kidnapping and nearly passed out earlier, so she sent you back
upstairs to get another couple hours of sleep. But now Dell has
something he says he wants to discuss with everyone."
"Did he say what?"
"Nope. Said he wanted to deal with everyone at once." James quickly
dressed and he and Susan went downstairs together.
Downstairs, everyone was waiting together. When James walked in,
Kate asked, "Are you feeling better, James? Sorry I didn't see how
tired you were earlier."
"Not your fault. I'm good at hiding my exhaustion."
Amanda asked, "Get enough sleep?"
"Got a little more. Still not feeling a hundred percent. But enough
about me. Dell, you had something you wanted to say?"
"Yes, I do. James, I know your thoughts, but I have to bring this
up. An operation as well done as the one who took Sam had to be
preplanned. They had to know or suspect Sam would be here. James
says he doesn't believe you had anything to do with this, but
somebody had to. I need to know who was told Sam was coming back."
Elaine said, "No offense, Dell, but it sounds like you're accusing
one of us of collaborating with these people."
"Not to be too indelicate, but the girls didn't know that Sam was a
female, much less that she was coming. Only you and your group knew
all those facts."
"Trust me. None of 'my group' would've betrayed Sam or worked with
those... terrorists."
"How can you be sure?"
"Because I, and most of my staff, are transsexuals like Sam. And
those that aren't are deeply connected to a transsexual. The
T.S.D.D.A. wouldn't work with them."
"Still-"
Linda said, "You're overlooking something, Dell. In an effort to
find Sam, her sisters went to all her old friends to find out if they
knew any thing about her current whereabouts. One of them might've
tipped off these people."
Amanda said, "But nobody knew anything."
"Well, nobody told you anything. At least one of her friends knew
where Sam was. Sam just wasn't sure what she was going to tell you,
so her friend kept the secret."
Amanda seemed a little upset. Dell said, "Anybody willing to keep
her secret from her family probably wouldn't have turned her in to
the T.S.D.D.A., but it's a place to investigate."
Kate said, "That's a pretty broad group. We basically took one of
Sam's old yearbooks and tried everybody in Samuel's school."
Dell said, "We could probably narrow the field to only those who knew
of her cross-dressing. There'd be no reason for others to think the
T.S.D.D.A. was necessary, even if they were sympathetic to the
Alliance's goals."
James said, "That'd be Janine, Tina, Susie, and Joan."
"Just those four?"
"There's also Andros, but he's deceased. That's all I know about.
You'd have to ask her sisters if they told anyone after they found
out about it."
Elspeth said, "No, we didn't want to embarrass Sam. Remember, the
therapist we hired kept telling us it was a defense mechanism to
protect herself from father. We had no reason to disbelieve him."
Before Dell could say anything, James thoughtfully mused, "Her therapist."
"What about him?"
James considered it before saying, "I know this is going to sound
loony, but Sam's always had... otherworldly help. The ghost of her
dead lover brought Sam to where 'he' could realize who 'she' really
was. And ever since Sam was kidnapped, I've been getting this
strange voice telling me to find her betrayer. He'd lead me to Sam."
Dell said, "That's... strange, but what's that got to do with this?"
"Well, Sam always attributed the therapist's actions to a misguided
belief that she really was only acting out a defense mechanism."
Kate said, "I see where you're going. What if the therapist was
really one of these anti-transsexual nuts, who, instead of helping
Sam, was really inflicting his twisted world view on her? Trying to
force Samantha to be Samuel despite her wishes?"
Amanda said, "Her therapist was one of those we contacted in an
effort to find Sam."
Dell said, "It definitely sounds like a person to investigate. I'll
make some calls. And sorry if any of you took insult at what I said
earlier." The group broke up, going off to do their separate things
in their further quest to find Samantha.
James went outside to wait on the porch. While waiting there, Linda
came out and asked, "Shouldn't you be waiting inside in case Sam
tries to get a hold of you?"
Somewhat morosely, he responded, "They drugged her at the end of our
last session. It'll be at least four or five hours before she'll be
able to call again."
Linda put her hand comfortingly on his shoulder. "We'll get her
back, James. Safe and sound."
"I know. I just wish we had her back right now." She gave him a
comforting hug. "So how's Janine? Your wife, I mean. Not the lady
we have here."
"Chomping at the bit. I had threaten to tie her to the bed to keep
her from flying out here with us to try to help. She's promised that
the first night I don't call her to give her an update, she'll be on
the first flight out here."
"That sounds like Janine. Why didn't she come with you though?"
"Official reason: Not enough space. We were packed in like sardines
on the helicopter ride out as it was. Lucky we're all friendly with
one another."
"What's the real reason?"
"I don't want her anywhere near whoever took Sam. She's carrying my
child, and I don't want to risk either of them. Hope you're not
offended."
"No offense taken. If it were possible, I'd've kept Sam home."
"What? And pass up on this wondrous adventure?"
Jokingly, he replied, "Well, I know it's been fun, but I think I
could do without." They shared a brief chuckle. "So why'd you come
out? What do you contribute?"
"You know about my training at that monastery Mistress found?"
"Know about it; don't know any details."
"Let's just say control of my own and others' sexual drives wasn't
the only thing I learned."
"Going to go into any more detail?"
"Not unless I have to."
"Why not?"
"Certain oaths I took. Don't worry. I'll be there when needed."
Linda looked out across the field and saw Amanda approaching the
helicopter. "Looks like your sister-in-law is about to take her next
'copter lesson."
"And maybe more."
"What do you mean?"
"Amanda's falling for Norma and vice versa. I don't think either
realize it yet, though."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
Linda looked towards the helicopter and saw Norma and Amanda flirting
at each other. It was friendly, but, now that James had pointed it
out, the signs were obvious. She watched Amanda and Norma for a
while. Nothing happened; they only stayed friendly, but Linda
guessed that those two would eventually get together.
************
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