       Abby?s Makeover ch-5
       My own life underwent a dramatic change just a few days after Elaine and Jasmine departed for places unknown. As was my wont, I was sitting on my porch contemplating my next tour of duty in the cave and thinking over something that Elaine had said as she announced her departure. She accused me of being evil! In fact, what she said was,
       ?Abigail, you have given your body to the evil one and you are being paid in the coin of sexual pleasure. The door that you saw and I didn?t was the entrance to hell and I am so everlastingly glad that it didn?t open for me!?
       I wondered if what she said was the truth. Somehow, I felt that I might not be on the side of righteousness, but I didn?t think that I was evil either. 
       My thoughts were interrupted when a rather large automobile pulled up and stopped. A young woman got out of the car and came up to me on the porch.
       ?Professor Townsend??
       ?Yes. What can I do for you??
       ?The organization has decided that it is time for you to return to the United States! So, you are scheduled on a flight out of Athens this afternoon!?
       ?But I?m not ready! I haven?t packed and I?ll need new clothes. The organization can?t expect me to wear these old things in the States!?
       ?Those particulars have already been taken care of. Luggage with your name on it is being delivered to the Athens airport as we speak although now that I see you in person it is obvious that there may have to be some modifications made to the clothing selected by the organization. That can easily be remedied after you arrive in the States. We have very little time to get you to the airport here on Crete so you can catch the flight to Athens. If you will kindly get into the car, we will be on our way.?
       Nothing was said as we rode through the countryside and a mean kind of thought entered my mind. I wondered if Elaine had been correct about me being evil so I decided to try it out. I looked over at the poised young woman and said,
       ?You want me??
       She reacted as if she had received a sudden jolt of electricity! Then, in a voice reminiscent of one speaking in a trance she said,
       ?I want you!? 
       As she said this, she swung her legs around so that her crotch was facing me. Then she hoisted her skirt up to just below her navel, spread her legs and plainly offered her cunt to me! I leaned forward to where I could reach her and pushed three of my fingers into her cunt! Her eyes closed immediately and she gave a very large sigh. It seemed as though every bump in the road brought on another orgasm for her. We remained in this position for the rest of our trip and, when we arrive at the airport, I left her in the back seat all sprawled out with her cunt dripping.
  
       I arrived in Athens just at dusk. As I disembarked from the plane that had brought me from Knossos, I was met by yet another of those, ?organizational? emissaries. There was no attempt at making any introductions. Instead, I was given just enough time for a quick visit to the Ladies? Restroom before being hustled into the boarding area. Evidently, the plane I was to fly on was one of those monster types where first class passengers boarded through a door different from where the other classes boarded. I was greeted by a very nice looking young man who checked my ticket and bade me welcome.
       ?Ah, Professor Townsend welcome aboard.  We are glad that you have decided to fly with us tonight. My assistant will show you to where you will be sitting.?
       Because of my obvious success with the Organization lady in the car, I decided to continue the experiment. I looked at the attendant and said, 
       ?I want you!?
       This brief statement brought on the same fearful and, somewhat, eager expression that the lady in the car had shown me.
       With this brief, almost pre-recorded greeting, I was taken in hand by a female flight attendant who was not too much younger than I. I was to be sitting in the window seat in the last row of the first class area. She asked,
       ?Will your companion be joining you??
       I looked at her and said, 
       ?I?m not expecting anyone else, but I want you!?
       She paused in her prepared statement, choked a little and then continued with what she had to say,
       ?Oh, there must have been a mix-up. Another passenger is scheduled to occupy the aisle seat so we naturally assumed that you were traveling together. Especially since the booking was handled by the same organization.?
       I could only shrug my shoulders for I was at a lost at just what was happening to me. However, my, ?traveling companion? never appeared so I had a double seat to myself.
       The flight was routine up until the time the movie was begun and the cabin lights were dimmed. I was trying to make heads or tails out of what had transpired in so short a time when I heard a male voice asking, 
       ?Professor Townsend, are you interested in seeing the movie??
       ?No, but I want you!?
       I turned and looked into the eyes of the young man who had welcomed me on board. Looking at this attractive young man, I was reminded of one of the first things the beast had said to me. ?You will become a wanton and lascivious female, a bold and impudent slut!? As that thought flashed through my brain and before I really knew what I was doing, I reached out and ran my hand along the conspicuous bulge in his trouser leg that I had noticed before.
       ?I would most surely like a taste of this after dinner treat!?
       At first, he was shocked, but as he began to understand that I was serious, his shocked expression gave way to an expression of leering evil. He pushed in next to my seat and, in a second, unzipped his fly. Just as quickly, I thrust my hand inside that opening and told hold of his cock. It was respectfully large, but, of course, nothing to compare with that of the beast. It was easy to expose that wonderful hunk of male flesh and, without any hesitation whatsoever, I leaned forward and took it into my mouth. Oh Lordy! That cock flesh tasted exquisite on my tongue. I kept sucking more and more of it into my mouth and throat and was greatly surprised when my nose encountered his thatch of pubic hair. I had it all in my mouth!
       He was obviously quite excited himself for it only took me a very few minutes of sucking before I felt his cock begin that jerking motion that told me jism was on its way into my mouth. I swallowed his come like a stranded man in the desert would swallow cool water. I was not about to let him go for I wanted still more of his jism, but the two of us had failed to notice that the female assistant had come up to the seats in front of me and was intently watching our sex show.
       When he became aware that someone else was standing at his shoulder, he turned and gasped. The female assistant paid him no heed. She merely whispered something and he hastily pushed his cock back into his trousers, zipped his fly and took off towards the front of the plane. I was just as surprised as he was except for a totally different reason- I was not the least bit embarrassed at having been caught in this obscene position.
       The assistant and I stared at one another for several minutes before I shifted my position in the seat, placed both feet up on the extra seat and displayed my cunt to her startled gaze. Her eyes were glued to the sight of my hairy cunt and the gaping cunt lips. Slowly, as though she were in a trance, her hand moved forward and she began caressing my cunt.  I leaned slightly forward and, in a whisper, I said,
       ?I want you. Give us a kiss, darling.?
       I could tell that she wanted to object to my brazen request, but something had a hold on her and she couldn?t deny me. Her head was drawn in and down towards my cunt as though a secret hand was exerting pressure upon the back of her head. I sighed deeply when I felt her lips caress my sex lips and I nearly screamed with delight when her tongue slid between those lips and I felt it insinuate itself into my cunt. I don?t know how much prior practice at sucking cunt this woman had, but she was exceptionally good at it. In a very short time, she had me writhing in that constraining seat as my initial orgasm roared through my inner self. I reached forward and slid my hand up under her short uniform skirt. I wiggled my fingers in order to get them under her panties and, when I was successful, I abruptly stuffed three fingers into her cunt. At this point, we were both gasping for air as we felt our respective orgasms tearing into the soft tissue of our guts! As the sensation of coming waned and ebbed, I let myself drift off into the warm arms of Morpheus.
       I came awake as someone shook my shoulder. 
       ?We?ll be landing in a few minutes. You may want to wash up a little and get your things together.?
       It was the female cabin attendant of the night before. True to her words, in just a few minutes, the Captain announced that we would be landing and put on the seat belt sign.
       I was the last of the first class compartment to reach the open door. Both the male and female attendants stood there bidding all of the passengers, ?Good Bye?.  When it came my turn, they each added a second message telling me how glad they were to have flown with me and that they hoped to see me on another trip. I merely smiled and left the plane. Then, as I walked through the passenger lounge, I saw a man standing there and he was holding a card with my name on it. He didn?t even give me time to introduce myself. He strode up to me and said,
       ?Welcome to the USA, Professor Townsend.?
       I looked at him with some degree of surprise and I asked him, ?Just how did you know who I am??
       ?But, Professor I have known for more than a month that you were coming. Only the last minute details had to be worked out. Come, we?ll get your luggage and the car and be on our way.?
       Everything went exactly as he had said and I didn?t have a chance to find out who he was until we were safely in the car.
       ?You seem to know a lot about me so ? just who are you??
       ?I am Teddy and I will be your chauffeur and general handyman. That reminds me. This is your organization identification card. I?ll fill you in on all the things this card can do for you later. At this very moment, I think it would be best for us to drop in on one of the organization?s special establishments so you may relieve yourself.?
       He put the car into gear and we smoothly moved out into the airport traffic.
       ?You have mentioned the organization. Specifically, what organization are you talking about??
       ?Oh, I thought that you would take that for granted. I have been a member of the Oricinians for a very long time. Ah, I can see that I had shocked you. You probably didn?t know nor think that the organization that you are a member of would even consider having male members. Well, it does! I have  been a bride?s driver for over fifteen years! Ah, here we are. I shall let you out at the front door and then I?ll park the car. As you enter, just show your card and they?ll take care of the rest!?
       As he was saying this, he pulled in next to the curb and waited while I got out. I stood on the sidewalk for a minute or two gazing up at the sign that announced, ?The Milk Bar?! Frankly, a drink of milk was the last thing I needed. What I needed was a private place where I could relieve the pressure that had developed in my udders during the flight. I had used the restroom on the plane once to rid myself of the milk I was accumulating, but, since I slept through the whole night, I hadn?t had the opportunity to relieve myself until this moment. With some trepidation, I entered the Milk Bar. A bright and rather handsome young lady came forward to greet me.
       ?I have been told that all I have to do is to show you this card and you would know what I needed to regain a degree of my comfort.?
       I thrust the card that Teddy had given me towards her and watched as she blanched and then rather rapidly turned and went off towards the inner reaches of this place. In just a second or two, she returned with another female who, because of her age, was the obvious choice for the manager.
       ?Please Professor! Welcome to the Milk Bar. We are so glad that you have decided to pay us a visit immediately upon your arrival. Come this way.?
       She led me through the interior of the bar. There were a number off people sitting at rather fancy garden-style tables and they all were eating various ice cream delicacies. My Sheppard did not hesitate. She continued through the main salon and led me to a more discreet doorway. Once inside the room behind this door, I realized that I was in a, ?milking station?! There were two chairs, each fitted with two suction cups and hoses that led to a rather large bottle.
       ?Please take of your dress and be seated!?
       Since I wasn?t wearing any under clothing, this left me naked except for my shoes. 
       ?Ooh! You are from the cave! I can tell by the nipple clamps you are wearing. They are beauties aren?t they? Oh my! You have the lap dancing emblem! That is truly extraordinary!? 
       While I tried to decipher her remarks concerning my dangles, she unclipped my nipple clamps and proceeded   to attach the milking cups and hoses to my udders and, in a very short time, my milk was beginning to fill the bottle beneath the chair in which I was sitting. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as the pressure upon my udders began to ease. This was an extremely efficient operation and I was convinced that these members of the organization certainly knew what they were about. 
       When it became obvious that I had completed my delivery, she disconnected the suction apparatus, wiped my teats and udder very thoroughly, reattached my nipple clamps and then asked, 
       ?Would you like some ice cream? And, yes. We use the bride?s milk as the basis for our products so, in one way, you would be enjoying your own milk output.?
       I thanked her for the offer, but I declined.
       ?I haven?t even unpacked as yet nor have I seen where I shall be living. I think I should do that first, don?t you??
       ?But of course. Come. I?m certain your driver will be waiting for you.?
       And Teddy was waiting for me. 
       As we walked to where the car was parked, thoughts began bombarding me. Never once did Teddy ever stop talking and finally it got to where I couldn?t stand it anymore.
       ?For Heaven?s sake Teddy, SHUT UP! I have got to think and I can?t do it with that constant stream of chatter that you have been spewing forth!?
       The remainder of our trip was spent in an icy silence. But that silence gave me time to analyze, for the first time in years, just what had been done to me.
       ?What had I gotten myself involved with? The whole affair seemed too smooth and slick for my tastes. First, I was steered to a town on Crete where a sex-filled festival was being held. Then I was seduced while sitting on an open-air hotel balcony by a stranger I hadn?t known for more than an hour or so. I was lured to the cave where I underwent a sex education with a beast that was supposed to have been killed thousands of years before. Once my sexual education was completed, I went to live in that little village where I willing fucked men, boys, women, girls and even animals. But Abby dear, you have got to admit it. You thoroughly enjoyed every last minute of it. Yes I did, but why me? And all of this involved me, a dedicated spinster, in a life of debauchery and sin! Again, I was made to face the question, ?Why me??
       When Elaine tried, they wouldn?t even let her in the cave so there had to have been some kind of selection process. What was so different about her and not me? Then, people I have never met explode my entire life by bundling me into an airplane and flying me halfway around the world ? for what purpose? Even that damn airplane flight was rigged so I could have sex and not become berserk while airborne. 
       Now, here I sit in this car with a man I do not know and he is running off at the mouth about an organization I have never heard of! What am I? Some kind of automaton to be brought out to perform whenever the organization thinks it is appropriate! A trained professorial sex fiend geared up to fuck anything and anybody at the beck and call of, ?The Organization?! Not on your tin type! I am a tenured professor of ancient antiquities! I am not a whore!  Unless I am given some answers, I will refuse to play their stupid game ? whatever it is. Abby, the first thing you must do is put this Teddy individual in his place! You must not let him run your life!?
       As I was terminating these thoughts, Teddy swung the car onto a ramp that led to an underground garage. Silently, we both got out and I stood there while he retrieved two rather large suitcases from the car?s trunk. Then, he spoke the first words since I had demanded that he stop talking.
       ?The elevator is in this direction.?
       The elevator ride was longer than I had thought it would be. I looked across at Teddy and saw that he was smirking.
       ?We live in an apartment on the seventeenth floor so it takes a little while to get there.? 
       When we reached the door of the apartment, Teddy produced a key and we entered.
       ?I?ll just put these bags in your bedroom.?
       ?Okay, Teddy.   I?ll be in there in just a minute or so. I did not have anything to say about the clothing the Organization picked out for me so I guess I should look to see how they want me to dress.?
       I was back in that living room much quicker than even I had anticipated.
       ?For God?s sake Teddy! Look at the kind of clothing they have supplied me with!?
       And I held up what looked to be a little girl?s kilt. I hadn?t tried it on, but I knew right away that this little piece of cloth was not going to even cover my buttocks!
       ?I can?t wear something like this! I?d be so embarrassed!?
       I nearly slapped Teddy for he was trying valiantly to hide his amusement.
       ?Professor, women?s clothing has undergone a radical revolution in the years since you were last in the U S of A. That is the style now.?
       ?But this shows everything a girl?s got!?
       ?I know. The boys call dresses like that, ?no sittum? dresses. >From a man?s point of view, they are really neat. You get a really good look at what every girl?s got to offer. Why don?t you try it on??
       ?Not on your tintype, Teddy. As far as how I look under my clothes, you are just going to have to guess.? 
       We both laughed and that broke the strained silence we had endured since arriving at the apartment. 
 
 

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