About Mary-Jane

By Orestes

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Growing tip #1: Control your environment, or it will control 
you.

   Nike. Tommy. DKNY. I watched them all float in through 
the doors of the classroom without a care. No, this wasn't a 
college classroom at all... this was a fashion show. They 
laughed and mingled. Their pet cell phones rang incessantly. 
They set up their two-thousand dollar laptops to take notes 
that, frankly, wouldn't be worth writing on paper.

   So why was I there, copying the professor's notes onto 
the white-boards, hoping that no one would notice that the 
second-hand pants I was wearing were a few inches too short 
and frayed on the cuffs ?

   I was here, playing teacher's aid for a second rate 
professor, because I didn't have daddy's money to spend. I 
was here by the grace of the student loan program, to which 
I had pledged my eternal soul in return for a Masters degree 
in horticulture. It was a distinction which, due to the 
rising price of natural gas, would soon be as valuable as a 
deep fryer certificate from McDonalds university.

   I hoped the greenhouse industry would see a turn-around 
in the next year. Otherwise, my remaining career options 
might consist of spending the next ten semesters in 
indentured servitude teaching at a community college just 
like this one. I'd be the second -rate professor in this 
classroom, and I'd hate every moment of it.

   It was all pretty hard to swallow, and was made even more 
difficult by my immersion in this world of first year 
students, flush with parental money and still riding their 
morning caffeine high, courtesy of the local Starbucks. 
Meanwhile, my nostrils were filled with the false-fruity 
scents of the dry-erase markers, while I struggled to 
decipher the cryptic notes of Professor Anders. He was late 
in arriving as usual.

   I, on the other hand, was always on time. I maintained a 
high GPA. I tried to do the right things, but it never 
seemed to quite work out. Even with Jamie... it had been 
wasted effort trying to keep her happy. I struggled to buy 
her things on my limited resources. I worked to find enough 
time for a relationship. When things were falling apart, I 
tried to bribe her into staying with expensive jewellery.

   But it wasn't the money. I should have known it. Jamie 
just didn't want to hang on to me while I sunk. I really 
can't blame her, I suppose, although I've been known to 
explore contrary sentiments when drinking with friends. And 
now, the first fourty-two dollars of my monthly stipend went 
to pay for a ring that she won't wear anymore, and I was too 
stupid to ask her to return.

   Again, I was just trying to do the right thing. For all 
the good it had done me so far...
 
   So when the opportunity came to do the wrong thing, it 
felt pretty damned good to surrender to my instincts. Okay, 
so I'm a guy, and I'll admit that my penis may have had a 
say in this particular decision.

   This girl had always caught my eye. She was Vietnamese. I 
could tell by her last name on the student list. She didn't 
really even speak much English, which made her seem a little 
vulnerable amongst the other students. I mean, sure, she 
dressed better than most, and drove a beautiful little car, 
and laughed along with their jokes, but she wasn't really 
one of them. 

   I could tell she didn't get it. She didn't understand the 
course material. She had probably floated along in high 
school on her good looks, and her bright, mischievous smile. 
It was a smile that stopped the world. It floored me every 
time. 

   So I found myself giving the girl extra class time to 
help her catch up, even though I knew that she would never 
pass the course. She flirted with me in return. It was 
something she did naturally, as part of her innate sex 
appeal. I never thought she was really interested.

   Then she asked me something that made the hair on my neck 
stand on end. 

   " I have some plants at home, " she whispered to me one 
day, when I was close enough to smell the spice of her 
perfume, " but they're not doing so good. Can you come over 
and help me with them ?"

   Which, of course, I absolutely knew that I shouldn't 
consider. The girl was four years my junior, and, by my 
current assessment, wasn't terribly bright. I'd just be 
leading her on. Not to mention that my father would kill me 
if her found out that I was dating an oriental girl.

   I should probably have done the right thing, but another 
part of me made excuses. We don't have to be intellectually 
compatible. It doesn't have to be a long-term relationship. 
My parents don't have to know, I told myself. She would just 
be a guilty pleasure... a reward for years of relative 
virtue on my part. Besides, the way she smiled at me while 
my heart fluttered in my chest - you know, that bright, 
mischievous smile - I'm pretty sure I couldn't have refused 
her if I wanted to.

   So, minutes after the class was over, I was leaving 
campus as a passenger in her little European sports car. 

   It felt really weird to be leaving in the middle of the 
day. Normally, I would have caught a bus back to university 
campus to catch my afternoon classes, and wouldn't have 
arrived home until late. This break in the routine was an 
unexpected liberation. Ashley's driving was yet another 
adventure. She was quick around corners, and impatient to 
pass, but what really surprised me was how easily she 
mastered the vehicle.

   She wasn't timid behind the wheel. In contrast to her 
meek, awkward demeanour in the academic environment, out 
here, she was in complete control. My heart raced along with 
the car's engine. By the time we pulled into the driveway of 
a quiet suburban home, my opinion of Ashley was shifting. 
There was more to this girl than I had imagined. I just 
didn't yet know exactly what it was.

   " Nice neighbourhood, " I commented. Ashley looked down 
the street as if this was the first time she had really paid 
attention.

   " I guess so, " she shrugged.

   " This is your parent's place ?"

   She shrugged again.

   Inside, I puzzled at the lack of furnishings. Upstairs 
was all but empty. A few lamps were set up, and some second-
hand furniture littered the corners of the rooms, but 
otherwise, it looked entirely abandoned.

   " You want some beer, yes. " It wasn't so much a question 
as a statement. She fetched me a beer from the fridge. 

   " I'm a little confused, " I admitted.

   " Downstairs, " she answered, and led the way. 

   She paused to disarm an alarm system, and unlock the 
outer door to the basement. Only then did I understand why 
she was so eager for me to have a look at her sick plants.

   Marijuana.

   I should have known. In my province, it's a cottage 
industry. If I had been thinking at all, I would have 
remembered that much of the supply came from Vietnamese 
organized crime. 

   As it was, I just stood there dumbfounded, taking in the 
details of the scene before me. 

   Strangely, it reminded me of a Christmas tree stand. The 
plants stretched upright beneath the orange glow of the 
precariously strung sodium lamps. Silver mylar film lined 
the walls, adding a hint of tinsel to the festive display. 

   I held my beer stupidly as Ashley took me by the hand and 
led me into the room. 

   That's when the smell hit me. I don't know what I was 
expecting. It wasn't the scent of pot being smoked. It 
wasn't the potent skunky odour I had heard so often about. 
It just smelled ... heavy... like chlorophyll, but with a 
strange musk in it. I can't really describe it. 

   " See, the leaves are sick... and all the babies are 
dying..."

   It was no wonder. The temperature in this room was out of 
control. There was next to no air circulation. And the 
'babies', or cuttings, were buried to the lower leaves in 
soaking wet peat moss. 

  " This is..." I began. I wanted to tell her all of the 
things she was doing wrong, but she wouldn't have understood 
anyhow. Having worked with her in class, I knew she wouldn't 
get it. It would be a waste of breath. 

   " I can't help you..." I tried to withdraw. " It's too 
much of a risk. "

   " Nobody knows. Just this one time, okay. "

   Nearby, there was a pile of unused equipment. Fans. Light 
movers. Timers. 

   " You just need to set this up properly. I mean, you need 
to get some air in here, and..."

   And she had me so easily. She didn't have to lift a 
finger. It was like letting a hacker loose in an electronics 
store. Inevitably, I found myself wiring up the equipment, 
adjusting the lights, spraying the plants, and taking a new 
set of cuttings. By the time I turned my attention to Ashley 
again, two hours had passed.

   She brought me another beer and began to undress. 

   " What are you doing ?"

   The Vietnamese girl smiled, knowing that she didn't 
really need to explain. This was my reward for helping her 
out. She pulled off her blouse, and then unbuckled her belt. 
I took a swallow of beer, trying to act more casual than I 
felt. Inside, my heart was aching in anticipation of her 
silky flesh.

   She squirmed out of her jeans, and stood there in her bra 
and an oddly fashionable pair of boxer shorts. 

   " Upstairs ?" she asked, but we never made it out of the 
grow room.


Growing tip #2: These plants can handle a fair amount of 
heat. So you push it. More lamps mean more bud. You try to 
convince yourself that you can manage the extra heat. Don't 
be a jackass. It's too fucking hot, and you know it.


   I scolded myself for having feelings that weren't 
rightfully mine. I wasn't entitled to feel protective, or 
jealous, or really much of anything towards Ashley.

   " I told my boyfriend about you - and he was angry. But 
he okay now, " she told me, explaining the bruised eye that 
she had worn to school that day.

   Boyfriend ? This was the first I'd heard about it. Of 
course, I'd never asked. We didn't do much talking. I worked 
in the grow room, then we had sex. Over the course of the 
weeks I had spent with her, I had wrestled with my morals 
about these illicit activities. Yes, it was all morally 
wrong. Why should it make any difference that she had a 
boyfriend ?

   I wasn't even entitled to ask for answers. She was using 
me. I was using her. It was a simple exchange, and I would 
be better off if I just kept it that way. It didn't matter 
how I felt about some lowlife coward who would beat on his 
girlfriend. It was none of my business.

   " So we're done then ?"

   " No. I told you... he okay now. He was mad that I show 
you his plants. But now he sees how good they grow, and he 
doesn't mind so much. So you still come over. "

   These days, my mind rarely wandered away from that 
basement room. I don't know what combination of intoxicants 
had captured my imagination so thoroughly. Was it the sex ? 
Maybe. The excitement of the illegal activity ? Yes, there 
was some of that. However, there was something about the 
plants themselves that had an allure for me. 

   In my years of schooling, I had visited commercial 
operations of every scale. I envied those men who operated 
the large-scale hothouses. It was what I was born to do. 
They put to the test every bit of knowledge that was 
collecting dust in my brain. They could see, and feel, and 
smell their successes. 

   I ached for that feeling.

   Yet even in the greenhouse industry, there was 
compromise. They traded away optimum growing conditions for 
the economics of the marketplace. There was only so much of 
a premium that the market would bear for hothouse produce, 
when field-grown alternatives were such a viable 
alternative.

   With these plants, there was no compromise. The economics 
were simple. Every pound of dried flower bud was worth 
thousands of dollars. Increasing that yield, by any means, 
would be worth the extra input costs. Electricity. Natural 
gas for CO2 enrichment. Equipment worth thousands of 
dollars. They all disappeared when compared to the eventual 
selling price of BC bud.

   There was a strange exotic beauty to these plants. When 
Ashley invited me to have sex there amongst them, all of my 
senses were filled. The slender leaves cast their dappled 
shadows upon her perfect body. The warmth of the air flowed 
over us, and the scent of the plant was everywhere. But the 
taste was all Ashley. 

   Even though everything sane within me warned me to back 
away, I couldn't give it up. Not yet. Before the afternoon 
was over, I had skipped another day of school in favour of 
our hidden garden, and the taste of Ashley's body.

   At first, sex with Ashley had been very one-sided. It 
seemed that Ashley took the submissive role by habit, and in 
the beginning, I had been content with it. The way she used 
her lips around my cock and worshipped my balls, before 
expertly mounting me and using every move of her lithe body 
to coax me to orgasm, well, it made me feel like a king. 

   Ashley didn't even consider her own pleasure. 

   But as much as I tried to enjoy these self-indulgent 
sessions, I guess I felt a bit guilty. It was probably 
unnecessary. Ashley certainly didn't expect to be treated 
like my other girlfriends had. In fact, when I paid 
attention to her body, it seemed like she was just allowing 
me to touch her for my own gratification. 

   I probably should have accepted it. We were never going 
to be in a real 'relationship'. We were just too different. 
I'd never be able to see her as my intellectual equal. I 
should have just accepted it as raw, guilty sex with some 
Vietnamese gang-girl, and left it at that.

   But I over-think things. Being a selfish lover wasn't 
something I could accept in myself. And maybe, despite all 
my best efforts, I was beginning to have feelings for her. I 
wanted to see her sexual needs satisfied too. When my lips 
reached the inside of her thighs that first time, she didn't 
seem certain what to do. She tensed, and I paused.

   " Is this okay ?" I asked.

   " I guess so ... I just... well, none of my boyfriends 
have wanted to do this. They think it's unmanly. "

   I couldn't believe that no one had ever given this girl 
the pleasure that she deserved. God, she was beautiful, and 
when I tasted her, her body reacted immediately. She pushed 
her almost hairless crotch into my nose involuntarily, and 
gave out a little squeal. 

   I toyed with the sensitive flesh of her pussy, enjoying 
the way her tiny Asian body reacted to my movements. Her 
flavour was exotic, like the dark leaves of the plants that 
towered above us. 

   She was so sensitive to the touch of my tongue that she 
came within a couple of minutes. I held her in place by the 
hips as she writhed through her climax.

   " Oh no, please stop... it's too much..." she begged me 
finally.

   That had been in the first week. By the time I learned 
about her boyfriend, the taste of her pussy had become a 
part of every session. Ashley was no longer shy about her 
own pleasure. In fact, it seemed that now that I had opened 
the door, she was anxious to explore these new feelings. 
These days, she waited somewhat impatiently for me to finish 
with the plants, and had her jeans and underwear pulled down 
to her knees by the time I had my tools put away.

   I guess I didn't mind  indulging her, even if it did come 
at the expense of my own pleasure to some extent. She no 
longer spent the time to worship my cock with her mouth. She 
was always anxious to get my face between her legs. 

   If I wanted intercourse, she would oblige, but she 
surprised me by insisting that I give her oral sex 
afterwards. I have to admit that I was reluctant. Who was I 
kidding though ? I was wrapped around Ashley's little 
finger. 

   Once I got going, it wasn't so bad. I tried to ignore the 
added flavour to her used pussy. Ashley absolutely loved it.

   " Oh, yeah... lick me good and clean, Blondie. "

   Blondie was what she called me instead of my real name. I 
guess it didn't matter. We didn't do much talking anyhow. 
Besides, it wasn't like Ashley was *her* real name. It was 
probably just an easier version of her given name for white 
people to remember. 

   So, like I said, by the time I even knew she had a 
boyfriend, Ashley was accustomed to relying on me for her 
sexual release. I wondered what kind of a brute this guy 
was, to refuse his girlfriend any pleasure from sex. From 
the way Ashley had treated me when we first got together, I 
had some idea of how he expected her to behave - as a 
submissive sex object. 

   My dislike for the guy went past his treatment of Ashley. 
I mean, these were his plants. The way the room was set up, 
it was clear that he didn't know a bloody thing about 
growing. He had just thrown in the plants and the lights, 
and hoped for the best. When things began to go wrong, he 
had left Ashley to take care of them. When the yield turned 
out to be low, no doubt he would have blamed the girl, and 
given her another black eye or worse. 

   And so I was fixing things for her. She purchased the 
supplies, and I made the plants healthy. In the end, 
however, it would be her boyfriend who walked in and took 
all the profit. 

   As much as I resented him, I couldn't bring myself to 
leave. The days in our artificial world grew shorter. 
Outside, it was spring, but indoors, I was giving the plants 
the autumn they needed to induce them to bloom. I reduced 
the day length to twelve hours, and watched as the shortened 
photoperiod pushed the plants into reproductive overdrive. 

   Even while the days got shorter, my dirty sessions with 
Ashley lengthened. She liked to have me massage her body to 
begin. I would undress her slowly, caressing her feet with a 
tenderness that betrayed my growing feelings for the girl. 
Between the dark plants, growing heavy with flower buds, and 
the taste of her flesh, I was missing more school than I 
cared to think about.

   I would kiss the insides of her legs, and suckle at her 
pointed nipples to get her into the mood. Sometimes, she 
liked me to play with her ass for while, teasing her shapely 
rear with my lips before pushing my tongue into her tight 
hole. 

   Yes, I felt dirty. It was as shameful a thing as I'd ever 
imagined. But here, it felt right. Everything here was 
illicit and shameful. Christ, she wasn't even my own 
girlfriend. I got a rush just thinking about it all.

   And when she was satisfied with the attention to her ass, 
and was ready for her pussy to be serviced, she rolled over 
and pulled my head into position. She didn't really let me 
cum these days. Between all of the massaging and 
worshipping, I guess we just didn't find time. If I tasted 
semen on her pussy, I knew that it wasn't mine, but was 
leftover from the rough, demanding sex of her boyfriend.

   On those days, I think she enjoyed her orgasm most. I'm 
sure the contrast between her two lovers was a source of 
excitement for her. She pushed her sloppy crotch against my 
lips, and pulled at my hair demandingly. 

   Ashley talked to herself in Vietnamese through these 
orgasms, only breaking into English to give new commands.

   " No, Blondie, deep now... fuck... taste it all... suck 
me good..."

   And then she would slip back into her native language.

   Once I was accustomed to it, I was surprised by what a 
sexual charge I got out of these disturbingly one-sided 
sessions. 

   In the final few days before the plants were ready to be 
harvested, Ashley told me that her boyfriend was growing 
impatient and paranoid. 

   " He doesn't want you here any more... "

   I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. These plants 
were my life right now. And Ashley...

   " Oh, poor Blondie... you so sad, " she tried to sound 
sympathetic, but instead, came off as a little 
condescending. " Don't start crying now. Tell you what... 
come over to my Auntie's house next Wednesday... you and I 
can still have fun... and maybe you can have a look at 
Uncle's plants..."

   She kissed me on the cheek, like I was a lost little boy, 
and let out a little giggle.

   I resented the hell out of her for that. I found myself 
stewing over the way she took me for granted. I had saved 
her ass. I had given every bit of pleasure she had asked 
for. And in the end, she patted me on the head, and sent me 
on my way, while her boyfriend came in and profited from my 
work. My plants. Yeah, I resented the hell out of the whole 
situation, myself most of all for going along with it... for 
the feelings that I couldn't control, even though it was 
obvious that Ashley would never return my affection.

   In the week that followed, I resisted the temptation to 
call her. It would just make me seem even more pathetic. I 
tried, instead, to catch up on some of my schoolwork, but I 
couldn't keep my mind on it.

   When Wednesday came around, I swore to myself that I 
wouldn't show up at her Auntie's house. I knew that Ashley 
would just use me again. It was the premise of our whole 
relationship. 

   Then, as the evening crept up on me, I felt hungry for 
just one more taste of her body, and I knew I wouldn't be 
able to resist. 

   Being used wasn't so bad... as long as I knew what I was 
getting into...

   I knocked gently on the door. Ashley answered.

   " You late tonight, " she scolded me. " My Auntie don't 
like late visitors. "

   " Sorry, I..."

   She led me in. The house held the scents of Asian 
cooking. I could smell the spices in the air. Ashley led me 
quietly through the darkened hallways into her cluttered 
room. Here, with clothing and CD's strewn over the floor, 
Ashley seemed much more the teenage girl than I guess I had 
allowed myself to accept her as. On her wall, she had tacked 
up pictures of her friends. I paused there, and finally 
found a picture of her boyfriend, a young guy with 
sunglasses and a too-tough expression on his face.

   " Come on, " she urged, already half way out of her 
clothing.  

   All of my hurt feelings disappeared as I crawled between 
her thighs, and took in a breath of her perfume. Ashley 
urged me onwards with every move of her body, and I obliged 
her, soon revelling in the familiar taste of her body. In 
this setting, she tasted young and sweet, but far from 
innocent. 

   A sound from the hallways startled me, but Ashley kept me 
on task with a firm grip of my hair. Only when the door to 
her room actually opened did she react. She released my face 
and began to cover herself, but a sharp command in 
Vietnamese ordered her back into position. It was a male 
voice. My heart almost stopped beating.

   For the first time since I began breaking the rules, I 
felt the consequences catching up with me. It was Ashley's 
boyfriend at the door, and he sounded angry. Of course he 
was angry. Fuck, I had my face buried between his teen aged 
girlfriend's thighs. 

   His words cut through the air with an acid that sizzled 
through the language barrier.

   " He wants you to keep going, " Ashley whispered, 
interpreting his commands for me. Despite the translation, I 
still wasn't sure I understood. Did he really want me to 
continue licking her pussy ?

   " He's drunk. And he's pissed off. And he think it's 
funny that a guy would do this for a girl, " she explained.

   Great. So the fact that he was drunk and amused at this 
moment was the only thing that was stopping Ashley's gang-
member boyfriend from cutting my throat. That was a great 
relief. 

   He laughed bitterly from the doorway, and made comments 
to his girlfriend in his native language. The tone of her 
answers told me that she was agreeing with him, placating 
him, echoing his amusement. Despite the fact that I knew she 
was just doing her best to save both of our asses, it stung 
a little when she laughed at his jokes about me.

   Then things became serious again, as his voice raised, 
and his language became more lively. 

   " He thinks you're a sissy... pathetic, he calls you... 
and all sorts of names, but it's not enough. He say that he 
should kill you for screwing me, but I keep on telling him 
that you don't screw me... you just lick... but he doesn't 
believe me. Tell him you're a sissy white boy, and you only 
like to lick me..."

   " I'm a sissy..." I gasped, not knowing if he would even 
understand my lies, " I don't fuck your girlfriend... I'm 
not man enough... I just like to lick her..."

   His voice rose in anger again.

   " He says he should kill you now for lying. He's telling 
you to take off your jeans... he wants you to fuck me in 
front of him... oh, Blondie... he'll kill you..."

   He pulled me up by my hair, and shouted the command 
again. I didn't have much of a choice. If I didn't do what 
he said now, he'd probably kill me right away. I had no idea 
if this guy was armed.

   I pulled down my jeans and underwear, and for the first 
time in a couple of weeks, I knelt between Ashley's perfect 
legs, and prepared to enter her. Except that I couldn't. Not 
that I wasn't turned on enough. Riding this girl's body to 
orgasm had been my constant fantasy since I met her. Her 
taste was still warm on my tongue. 

   God, I wanted her, but I was limp. My tool flopped 
uselessly against her entrance, while I proved true all of 
the insults hurled at me in the preceding minutes. Pathetic. 
Sissy. Girly.

   The gang member reached around me, and fondled my cock 
roughly, insisting that I was faking my difficulties 
entering Ashley. Once he had the full weight of my cock 
cupped in his hand, his anger faded again. He laughed and 
hurled more insults in his language.

   " This is much better... if you keep acting like a sissy, 
he might let you live... now he wants you to lick me some 
more..."

   I squirmed back down on the bed, anxious to do anything 
to convince this guy how unmanly I really was. My face 
burned with shame while Ashley unnecessarily translated some 
of his mirth about my failed erection.

   " He says you really are like a girl, with little parts, 
and smooth skin. He says your penis is like a sponge... 
squeeze it and it disappears..."

   His hands knew no boundaries. He touched my cock freely 
now, and slapped my bare ass while I tried to please his 
girlfriend with my tongue. 

   " He says you have pale skin like a baby girl..."

   I didn't like the comparison much, but my mind was on 
other things. His roaming hands were kneading my ass now. I 
felt the mattress shift as he crawled up onto the bed behind 
me. It didn't take a genius to know what would happen next.

   I began to protest, but Ashley urged me to silence. " 
Shhh... be a good sissy for him, and he won't be as angry... 
show him that you're not a threat..."

   Laying there with my ass exposed, a thousand thoughts 
passed through my mind. This was the perfect completion to 
my foray into the world of the forbidden. I was wrong for 
pursuing Ashley. I was wrong to break the law. I was wrong 
to ignore my schoolwork. For the first time in my life, I 
was doing all of the wrong things, and while they had felt 
good at the time, now, here I was, bent over like a naughty 
schoolgirl, ready to take the strap on my ass.

   All of those thoughts disappeared when his prick began to 
insist its way between my ass cheeks. Ashley cooed for me to 
submit, as much for her own sake as mine.

   " Good... let him in... it's only for a little while... 
show him how unmanly you are... let him fuck you like a 
white girl..."

   Which was all easier said than done. He jabbed his 
frustrated organ against me, and spit repeatedly between my 
ass cheeks to lubricate my rear hole. I whimpered in pain as 
he forced the unwelcome flesh up into me. 

   " Just a little more... just a tiny bit more..." Ashley 
chanted. I wasn't sure if she was talking about his progress 
in impaling me, or her own impending orgasm. As it turned 
out, the completion of both events happened at the same 
time. Just as I felt his cock hit home, Ashley's body rocked 
in climax.

   " Good... sissy... Blondie..." she grunted her orgasm, 
mashing her crotch into my tongue. 

   Her boyfriend took much longer, and it got no easier. 
Ashley watched silent now, while he slammed his frustrations 
into my abused anus. I could feel his breath quickening 
against my shoulders, and his balls slapping against my 
rear. 

   I imagined he was fucking my ass in revenge for all of 
the racial slurs he had ever been the target of, and all of 
the white girls who had never given him a second glance. He 
gave me no sympathy when I cried out. Ashley watched with 
interest, her legs still positioned on either side of my 
head. Finally, he pushed his quaking body into me, and 
deposited his cum inside. 

   He grunted words in his own language that Ashley didn't 
need to translate for me. I got the idea. He was saying, ' 
I'm cumming in your ass, you cunt licking white sissy..."

   And I deserved every moment of it, just for agreeing to 
play this game.


Growing tip #3:  Marijuana doesn't force you to love it. It 
invites. It entices. Unlike other widely available drugs, it 
isn't physically addictive. Nonetheless, it can capture a 
soul just as easily. If you want to grow the plant 
successfully, there's no reason to fight it. Drink in all of 
the details. Interact with the plants. Live with them. 
Surrender to them.


   I spent the weekend drinking with university friends. 

   " It's a shame about you and Jamie, " Shane approached 
the subject with caution. The amount of school I had been 
missing, it was bound to look like I was still sore from the 
break-up.

   I almost laughed. No one could know how far that 
relationship had drifted from my mind. It was like a 
different world. 

   No, I wasn't sore from the break-up. I was sore from 
being fucked in the ass. I was hurt by the way Ashley had 
begged me accept the abuse. I was upset by the way she had 
watched, and even enjoyed an orgasm while her boyfriend 
emasculated me. Then, when he was done with me, she had 
taken him into her arms, and kissed him, and assured him 
that she belonged to him.

   Not me.

   I don't really know why I even cared what Shane thought. 
He was a bit of an intellectual bully. He liked to wax 
philosophic in foreign languages when drinking with friends, 
and I was the only guy who always told him he was full of 
shit. 

   " No man, I'm not worried about Jamie. I guess we all 
knew it was coming. You even tried to warn me a couple of 
times. "

   " That I did, my friend. "

   " But no... I've already hooked up with another girl. "

   " Bullshit. Who is she ?"

   " Her name is Mary-Jane, " I named her on the spot. It 
popped out so naturally, I even surprised myself. There was 
no chance I was going to tell him about Ashley.

   " Mary-Jane ? No kidding... like from the Spiderman 
comics ?"

   Not exactly the literary reference I expected from him. I 
almost spit out my beer, it cracked me up so bad. "Yeah, I 
guess so... like Spiderman's girlfriend. "

   " Well, way to go Spidey, " he raised his glass in a 
toast. 

   By the time we were done drinking, Shane had no idea 
whether Mary-Jane was real or not. Neither did I.

   When I woke up the following morning, it took me a good 
long while to sort out my head, and for a few minutes while 
I was still spinning in my bead, I forgot how much my life 
had changed in the last three months.

   Three months. I had to look at a calendar to convince 
myself of it. It's weird, the way I had fooled my own mind. 
I knew the amount of time it took me to nurse those plants 
back to health. I knew that once I had shortened the day 
length for the plants, it had taken over six weeks for the 
flower buds to ripen. I had logged it carefully in a spare 
notebook. All this time, I had spent in our hidden garden, 
the taste of Ashley's body never far from my lips, and 
somehow, I guess I had just expected time to suspend itself 
for me in the outside world.

   Hell, I had just pushed any thought about it to the side, 
along with my feelings of morality and shame.

   My real life caught up with me with the ferocity of a 
lover scorned. I could still feel the alcohol tugging at the 
corners of my brain when I stepped out of the shower and 
dressed for a meeting with my academic advisor. I tucked the 
eviction notice from my landlord into my jacket pocket. If I 
was lucky, I'd be able to squeeze another payment out of the 
student loan program, and delay it all for one more month.

   As it was, Janice fucked me up the ass much more brutally 
than Ashley's boyfriend had.

   " It seems you've had some difficulty meeting your 
obligations as a teaching assistant recently, " she began, 
with only a trace of sympathy. Her voice was colder than I'd 
ever heard it.

   " Well, yeah... I mean, I've been sick lately, and I've 
missed a few classes. "

   " More than a few, " she corrected me. " I'm afraid the 
college is going to have to withhold payment. "

   Mmmff!

   " Your schoolwork has slipped too, " she paused. " Do you 
want to tell me what's happening with you ?"

   Somehow, I doubted that I could make a case that three 
months of growing pot and learning how to properly lick the 
ass of a cute Vietnamese girl was a wise academic choice. I 
shook my head meekly.

   She was losing patience with me. Janice used to believe 
in me. I was one of her kids. Jamie was too. In fact, it was 
largely through her matronly interference that we had become 
a couple. Every few of weeks, I would make an appearance in 
her office, and let her uncomfortably probe my personal 
life. She wanted to know about my family, and about Jamie, 
and would talk endlessly about her favourite poets. In fact, 
about the only thing we didn't talk about was my education.

   Then, when our meetings were nearing an end, she would 
give me a wink, and tell me not to worry about money 
problems... that she would take care of the whole thing. I 
was in her care.

   Not anymore. I could feel it. I had done the only thing 
that was unforgivable to the woman. I had shut her out.

   " Look... I can see that you're having trouble right now, 
" her tone reminded me of the condescending manner I had so 
recently absorbed from Ashley, and I knew that another ass 
fucking was certain to come at any moment. " I think it's 
best for everyone involved if we simply declare this 
semester a write-off, and begin fresh in the fall. We can 
discuss funding options at that time. "

   " But I..." my voice halted. 

   " Yes ?"

   I pulled the crumpled eviction notice from my jacket 
pocket and began to speak, but I already knew that it was 
useless. " I've fallen a little behind on my rent payments. 
I just need to get caught up a bit. "

   " All the more reason you should call it quits for this 
semester. You can't keep up. This will give you an early 
start on the summer job hunt, and by the time fall comes, 
maybe you'll be a little more caught up. "

   She knew exactly what she was sentencing me to. It would 
be six months hard labour at a minimum wage job. It would 
barely be enough to pay the rent. Then, I'd be right back 
here at Janice's desk again, begging for a government 
handout to complete my education.

   I felt sick.

   That night, I sat beside a phone in the apartment that 
wasn't really mine anymore. I had two phone numbers set out 
in front of me. One was on a neat card from the University's 
counselling department. In our early days together, Janice 
had written her home number across the bottom. The other 
number was scrawled on a crumpled bit of paper I had dug 
through the trash to retrieve.

   Calling either one was a surrender. 

   For Janice, the terms would include a confession. That's 
what she wanted. She wanted me to throw myself on her mercy. 
Then, after some pleading and crying, she would take me back 
into her protection, and talk to my teachers, and make 
everything better.

   It would have to be a full confession. My blood ran cold 
at the thought of it. She would listen with gleeful 
disapproval while I related my story. She would want all of 
the details, and it would be no use trying to lie to her.. 

   When I held the other number in front of me, my hands 
trembled with a queer sort of anticipation. It would be a 
different kind of surrender. The pager number would deliver 
me back into Ashley's dark world of depravity and 
immorality. It was an escape from my current reality.

   Reality. That was the irony of it all. My real life 
didn't feel quite so real. It was all concept and intellect, 
with none of the flavour and texture that Ashley's world 
offered. There, I lived for the touch of real plants... not 
their conceptual counterparts on the pages of a book. I 
loved everything about them. They were my second lover. 
Mary-Jane.

   And Ashley was so real, it made my heart ache to think of 
her. She wasn't mine, but she was real, and I loved the 
taste of her body... even the taste of humiliation when she 
used me without regard to my feelings. There was nothing 
fake about her selfishness. It was one-hundred percent real, 
and it aroused me just thinking about it.

   I could pretend to be sorry for what I did. Janice would 
love to see me beg forgiveness. Then I'd be back to my 
"real" life.

   To tell the truth, it wasn't much of a choice.


Growing tip # 4:   Cannabis is a diecious species, meaning 
that each individual plant is either male or female. When it 
comes to drug production, it's the female plants that 
matter. The males are useless.


   Ashley showed me to my room. Or rather, I should say, to 
her room.

   " We're getting good money from the plants, and so my 
boyfriend wants me to move in with him... so you can stay 
here at my old room in Auntie's house, " she explained. " 
Maybe if you do good with Uncle's plants, we give you some 
money too. "

   Some of her old clothing was still strewn about the 
floor. I don't suppose they mattered to her. She would just 
buy new clothes. The walls were covered in teen magazine 
posters and pictures of her friends. The cramped room 
smelled of Ashley's perfume. I stood above the little bed, 
and tried to push from my mind the abuse I had last received 
there.

   " My boyfriend is not angry now. He knows you not really 
a man, so he's okay..."

   I was glad of that. At least he wouldn't need to prove 
anything more to him.

   " So when you stay here, you do some chores for Auntie 
and Uncle, so you can stay for free. "

   I nodded. Any price was worth paying as a temporary 
reprieve from my own life, and for a chance to be with 
Ashley. Despite the rape of my ass on this very bed, my mind 
replayed the scenes endlessly, and I longed to be used by 
her again. 

   She wasn't taking off her clothes. She looked delicious 
in a pair of overalls, and a baseball cap. Instead, she 
called outside of the room in Vietnamese. An older female 
answered, and a minute later, joined us in Ashley's tiny 
room. 

   This was Auntie. She smiled widely when she met me, and 
prodded Ashley with her elbow. They spoke a minute in 
Vietnamese.

   " She say she didn't expect you to be so cute. "

   " Thanks, I guess. "

   " Good. I tell her what you like to do for me, and she 
wants you to do the same for her. Uncle is too manly to lick 
her. "

   My face went red. Ashley was apparently not bashful about 
discussing sex in front of her Aunt. The woman grinned, and 
wiped her hands on an apron. I guess she had been working on 
a seafood dish for dinner, and carried some of the scents 
with her from the kitchen.

   " I leave now so that you can do it for her, " Ashley 
told me, without asking. My desperate phone call had been 
the final power shift in our relationship. I guess she 
figured that any guy who would take it in the ass for her, 
and still come crawling back was a total pushover. I had 
trouble refuting the logic of that myself.

   I was left staring at my feet awkwardly, while the Asian 
woman chatted away. It didn't matter that I didn't 
understand her language. What she wanted was clear. First, 
she circled me and appraised the gift her niece had given 
her. In all, she seemed pleased.

   Her hands reached for my belt. I took her cue, and began 
to undress myself. 

   It was unlike any sexual situation I had ever been in. 
Even when Ashley had taken charge completely, I had always 
been aroused. This time, it was different. I wasn't exactly 
aroused, or at least not in the same way. I was more 
embarrassed by the scene. Auntie was a middle-aged woman, 
and while not unattractive, she had none of the curves of 
youth. She was thick in the belly, and wrinkled around the 
eyes, and kept her hair short and permed, like wool on a 
sheep.

   The only thing she kept in common with her niece was a 
bright smile, and even there, her teeth had yellowed with 
age. 

   But I had been given to her, and she giggled with her 
whole belly when I was down to my underwear. She couldn't 
believe her luck. I could tell from the furnishings in her 
house that her family wasn't particularly wealthy. If drug 
money had come into her household, it probably wasn't until 
just recently. Now, here she was, a middle-aged, lower-
middle-class immigrant housewife, and she had a cute white 
college boy as her new plaything.

   I let her play with my cock through the fabric of my 
underwear, and to my shame, it hardened in her hand. The 
whole situation was just too weird. She was still fully 
dressed, and touching me any way she pleased.

   Finally, she decided to try out the feature of her new 
toy that Ashley had seemingly told her the most about. She 
climbed up onto the bed, and made herself comfortable. She 
unbuckled her loose pants, but left the task of removing 
them to me.

   I paused for a minute there, not sure I could go through 
with it. My body trembled with indecision as I crawled onto 
the bed with her. 

   " You lick, Blondie, " she said her first words in 
English to me. The moment of indecision passed, and I began 
to help her out of her pants.

   Auntie's thighs were thick and pale. Her hips were much 
wider than Ashley's, and the panties she wore were unlike 
the stylish little things Ashley bought to impress her 
boyfriend. They were a large and practical, and made of a 
shimmering beige material. She lifted her hips from the bed, 
and allowed me to slide them down her legs. 

   Then I was faced with my task. She dug her heels into the 
bed, and spread her legs wide, revealing herself fully to 
me. Black hair spread from the heavy lips of her pussy to 
lightly coat her entire crotch, and dipped down into the 
crack of her ass. 

   I didn't pause to take in more details. If I was going to 
do this, delaying would only make it more difficult. I 
lowered my face between her waiting thighs, and was greeted 
with an odour more pungent than my sweet Ashley. In fact, 
everything about this woman's body was an exaggeration of 
the younger girl's charms. The folds of her flesh were 
heavier and looser, no doubt from bearing children who might 
be my own age now. Her flavour was intense, and her pussy 
drooled with excitement. She pushed her hairy crotch into me 
insistently.

   " Mmmmph, " I protested, as she took hold of my hair with 
hands that still smelled of seafood, and pulled my mouth and 
nose into her. I could barely breathe.

   Luckily, much like her younger counterpart, she wasn't 
accustomed to this kind of attention, and I could tell that 
this first session wouldn't last long. I pushed into her 
with my tongue, and smacked my lips against her swollen 
clitoris, ignoring for a moment my need for oxygen. 

   Auntie's drooling pussy quaked against my mouth, and 
encouraged, I continued my chore. 

   " Aaaaayaah.... Eeeeeeiiiy....." she groaned, humping my 
face, and still holding me so tightly that I couldn't take a 
full breath. 

   Her flabby thighs slapped against my ears. She shook 
relentlessly towards her orgasm. 

   Only when my lungs were burning, and I was gasping and 
gulping for air, did she release her climax on me. Her 
juices hit the back of my throat unexpectedly. I'd never had 
a girlfriend squirt into my mouth this way before, and I 
choked and sputtered on the liquid. 

   After she was done, I stayed there, trying to catch my 
breath. Her scent was all over my face. The hair on her 
pussy and ass was caked down with her cum. 

   It felt so goddamned dirty and degrading to have lowered 
myself into this position, but I had to admit that I was 
much more aroused now than when we had started. I began to 
lick the salty flesh around Auntie's satisfied pussy, and 
even cleaned the crack of her ass from the cum that had 
collected there.

   " You good boy, Blondie, " she told me. 

   In the coming days, I was to find that these were some of 
the very few words she could communicate to me with.

   " Good boy, " she would tell me, when I was finished 
doing the household laundry, or washing the dishes, or 
cleaning the floor. By the time a week was over, she had 
delegated almost all of her household tasks onto me. 

   But always in the early afternoon, before Uncle came home 
from work, she would lead me back to Ashley's room, and 
expect me to please her. It seemed like she had been talking 
some more to Ashley, because as the days went by, she began 
to demand the same sorts of treatment I had given the 
younger girl. It would begin with caressing and massaging 
her body. Then, she would want me to kiss and lick her ass, 
sometimes for nearly a half hour, while she lay face down on 
the bed with a pillow tucked under her pelvis, and groaned 
her appreciation.

   By the time I was allowed to bring her to orgasm, my 
tongue was numb, and her pussy lips were sopping wet from 
the extended foreplay. 

   If I closed my eyes, for a while I could pretend it was 
Ashley's body, but the noises she made and the taste of her 
body resisted my imagination. In the end, it was always 
Auntie who stood beside the bed, and tied her apron back on, 
and told me, " You a good boy, Blondie. "

   It was at this time that a new cast of characters made 
their way into my life. Ashley's Uncle was a grim looking 
little man, who reminded me of pictures I had seen of Edgar 
Allen Poe. In fact, in my own mind, I began to call him Poe, 
and he had a melancholy demeanour that seemed to fit the 
name. He had allowed his basement to be used to grown 
Marijuana, but he didn't take an active role in cultivating 
the plant. 

   The plants belonged to Cowboy. Poe seemed to view my 
presence in his house as a concession to Cowboy and his 
friends, in return for a portion of the drug profits. Cowboy 
was an older guy, who I assigned his nickname by the way he 
dressed. He wore ornate leather boots, jeans, and a belt 
buckle straight off of the home-shopping-network.

   It was clear that although I was left in Auntie's hands, 
Cowboy was the one who granted her authority over me. Ashley 
was one of his girls, and if I belonged to her, I belonged 
to him. 

   Cowboy's entourage included another older guy who I 
dubbed Andy Capp (it had something to do with a hat he was 
wearing when I first saw him), and Ashley's boyfriend. The 
three of them visited every few days to check up on the 
plants.

   It was a smaller-scale operation than the house that 
Ashley's boyfriend had rented. Here, there were only six 
lamps in operation, but they also expected me to produce 
cuttings for their other grow rooms around town. 

   They watched me with a grudging admiration for my 
apparent skills with the plant. Cowboy was easily the most 
experienced of the men, and even he seemed impressed by the 
overall health of the young cuttings. I took a meticulous 
approach to the task, recording growth rates and feeding 
schedule in one of my school notepads.

   " Stupid to keep notes, " was Cowboy's only comment.

   " I'll be able to grow better plants this way, " I told 
him, sure that the prospect of increased yields would 
persuade him.

   He shrugged.

   My life came into a weird rhythm. In the morning, I would 
visit the plants. I would adjust the lamp height, and check 
the leaves for signs of disease or nutrient imbalance. I 
would check the sticky traps for insects. I would record the 
temperature and humidity, and check the soil for moisture.

   Then, as noon approached, I would come upstairs and begin 
my household duties. Usually, Auntie would be out shopping, 
and I didn't see her until I was already finished most of my 
housework. When she came back, I would begin the prep work 
on dinner. She never actually let me cook, of course, but I 
could do the chopping and start the rice cooker.

   She would watch me for a while, and I'd begin the feel 
the tension. It wouldn't be long now.

   Just after three o'clock, she would tell me, " come on 
Blondie, " and I would follow her sheepishly into Ashley's 
bedroom, still decorated with posters from teen magazines 
and littered with her remaining clothes. Then I would begin 
my worship of her body. 

   Auntie took her time, stretching it out as close as she 
could to four-thirty, so that she would have just enough 
time to finish dinner before Poe came through the door. 

   Most nights, there would also be guests for dinner. 
Auntie and Poe had two adult children who were in college. 
The kids would come over for the night, and sometimes drop 
off laundry, but usually didn't stay long. Sometimes, Ashley 
and her boyfriend would be over. Andy and Cowboy would bring 
over their wives for dinner occasionally too.

   Cowboy, who I sometimes called 'Duke', because of his 
John Wayne swagger, had a tall, stern looking wife, who I 
immediately began to call Duchess. Andy Capp's wife was a 
contrast to the Duchess in many ways, although they seemed 
to get along very well. Duchess seemed to lack humour. 
Andy's wife spilled out with laughter, her tiny frame rarely 
ceasing in the jiggles of her giggles. She was at least a 
foot shorter than the Duchess, and I named her Mini.

   On the days when the guests were around, especially when 
Ashley was amongst them, I stayed nearby to serve dinner. It 
was about the only chance I got to see her at all.

   As anxious as I was to be around her, it seemed that 
Ashley had pretty much forgotten about me. I was now 
communal property. She seemed to enjoy special status 
amongst the men, perhaps because she had so easily taken 
control of me... but aside from that, she paid me little 
attention.

   On one of these evenings, the whole group was together 
for dinner. Mini finished her first helping quickly. She 
just seemed to do everything at a higher tempo than the 
others. I fetched her another plate. The women laughed 
together, and I knew that it was at my expense. From the way 
the men looked at me, I could tell that they were amused by 
the way I served the women too. Mini covered her food with 
fish sauce, a condiment of Vietnamese cuisine that I found 
revolting. 

   When the dinner was coming to a close, I began to clean 
up for Auntie.

   While I began the dishes, the men decided to leave for 
the evening. I imagined that they were going out to check 
out other grow rooms around town, or even to harvest some of 
the finished product. Despite his protests, they convinced 
Poe to come along. Ashley was invited with them too, which, 
I took from her reaction, she was quite pleased about.

   As the other men left, Ashley delayed for a moment, and 
visited me in the kitchen.

   " Everybody like having you around, Blondie, " she told 
me. " You do real good. I even told the other girls what you 
like to do for us, and I think they want to try it out. "

   " But, the guys..." 

   " It's okay. They know *all* about you. As long as you 
obey what the girls say, no problem with the guys."

   I was still reluctant, but Ashley knew exactly how to 
keep me in line.

   " It's okay. I go with the guys right now, and maybe we 
go do some drinking... then later, when I come back, if 
you've do good with the other girls, I visit you tonight and 
give you real good sex. It's okay ?"

   She knew my answer before I did. My body telegraphed my 
reaction to her words. She gave me that mischievous smile 
that had won me from the beginning, and I knew that I'd do 
pretty much anything for a chance to taste her body again.

   Besides... it wasn't like the prospects of servicing Mini 
and the Duchess was unpleasant. Compared to Auntie, they 
were absolute knock-outs. Auntie tried her best, I suppose, 
to fit in with the more affluent lifestyles of Ashley's new 
friends, she was still firmly rooted in the lower-middle 
class, and Poe didn't seem much motivated to change the 
situation.

   Once Ashley and the boys left, Auntie seemed anxious to 
begin to show me off. She gave me a command in Vietnamese.

   " She's telling you to take off your clothes, " 
translated Duchess, in much better English than I would have 
guessed. " That sounds so demanding. Ashley tells us that 
you enjoy being treated badly by women. Or is it just Asian 
women ? What's your kink... Blondie ? "

   It was the first question anyone had asked me in weeks. I 
stumbled with the answer. " No... I mean... I don't have a 
kink... I just... " my face went a deep shade of red. 

   " Articulate too. I thought Ashley said that you were 
some sort of College professor. "

   " Well, not really... I..."

   " Obviously not. You can't even string a sentence 
together. "

   Auntie repeated her demand to me, seeming upset that I 
wasn't showing off for her friends. Duchess didn't bother to 
translate, but just watched me with a smug, superior 
expression on her face. 

   Slowly, I began to undress for the women. Mini burst into 
another set of giggles when I pulled off my T-shirt, and 
began on my jeans.

   " Pretty white boy, " she nudged the Duchess with her 
elbow. 

   " He's not bad, " Duchess answered purposely in English. 
" A little young for my tastes. He looks like a boy, not a 
man. "

   " A sissy boy, " Mini agreed with a giggle.

   " He does have a cute ass, though, " admitted Duchess. " 
Come over here, Blondie. Let my friend and I have a closer 
look at your tight little ass. "

   The way my face was burning, it was almost a relief to 
turn away from the audience while they critiqued my ass. I 
could feel Duchess' cool fingers brushing against the curve 
of my ass. My cock twitched involuntarily. Sensing my 
reaction, she pressed further, running her fingers up and 
down the crack of my ass, finally resting her middle finger 
against my rear hole.

   " Mmmm... sensitive. I think he likes to have someone 
play with his ass. Have you ever let anyone play with your 
ass before, Blondie ?"

   " Yes, " I admitted.

   " Was it Ashley ?"

   " No. "

   " Hmmm... was it another girlfriend ?"

   " No. "

   " A boy. "

   " I... uh... yes. "

   Mini began laughing uncontrollably at my admission. 
Auntie just watched the scene unfold as Duchess wriggled her 
finger against my hole, and I allowed her to tease me 
without mercy.

   " Who was it ?"

   Shit. It suddenly occurred to me that Ashley's boyfriend 
probably wouldn't want Cowboy's wife to know about our 
encounter. With the emphasis they put on macho behaviour, it 
certainly wouldn't improve his image.

   " No one, " I evaded.

   <Crack> I yelped as the Duchess slapped my ass hard with 
her free hand. 

   " Try again. "

   " It was just a friend. "

   " Isn't that sweet, Thuy ? He lets his all his good 
friends fuck him in the ass. No wonder he's such a sissy. Do 
you like my finger in your ass, Blondie ?"

   " Yes, " I admitted. The humiliation of my answer only 
intensified the sensations. Over the weeks of lowering 
myself to servicing Auntie's body, I allowed myself to take 
pleasure in my shame. Here and now, it was well beyond my 
control.

   " So you like to be fucked in the ass ? And what do you 
do to earn your keep in this house ?"

   " I tend to the plants. "

   < Crack > The sting on my ass warned me that it wasn't 
the answer she wanted.

   " Sorry... I... well, I please Ashley's Auntie with my 
tongue..."

   " Keep going, " she told me, pushing her middle finger 
deeper into my ass.

   " I... uh... I massage her body, and kiss her feet and 
breasts... then she wants me to lick her ass..."

   " Her flabby ass... " Mini corrected, with obvious 
amusement at the fact that Auntie couldn't understand the 
insult.

   " Yes... I lick her flabby ass, and put my tongue into 
her ass hole... then when she wants me to, I lick her pussy 
until she cums..."

   " This is too funny, " Mini told her friend. " I want to 
watch. Make him do it. "

   There was no question about whether I would comply. I was 
too horny to resist. Auntie took pride in showing me off to 
her friends, and gladly led me to Ashley's room to re-enact 
our daily sessions.

   Duchess and Mini watched from the end of the bed, 
giggling and making jokes. Auntie assumed that they were 
still taunting me, and so she made a great show of pushing 
her body into my face. In truth, the women were making jokes 
about her as much as myself. They encouraged her in 
Vietnamese, but in English, they ridiculed her body and 
manners right in front of her.

   " She looks like a beached whale... or maybe a pig... 
listen to the way she grunts..."

   " Look at how dirty she is... I bet this is the only time 
she gets cleaned..."

   " But it looks like he does a good job. He's putting his 
face right in there. Look at her shake... it's like 
jello..."

   " It looks like he enjoys it too... watch the way he rubs 
himself while he licks at the fat bitch's ass..."

   I didn't even know I was doing it, but now that Duchess 
mentioned it, I realized that I had taken up the humiliating 
habit of absently jerking myself off while servicing the 
woman's middle-aged body. With a second flush of shame, I 
had to admit that I couldn't stop myself, even with the 
other two women watching. Duchess took matters into her own 
hands. Taking a position behind me that reminded me of the 
way Ashley's boyfriend had mounted me, she pulled my arms 
behind my back. She tied them there with an old pair of 
socks that had been abandoned beside Ashley's bed.

   " Umph. " Without my arms to support me, my face was 
buried even deeper into the flesh of Auntie's rear end. 
Duchess and Mini ridiculed me as I squirmed and struggled to 
catch my breath.

   After a few more minutes of this fun, they decided to 
change the game. It was Mini's turn.

   Auntie gave up her position on the bed to the younger, 
more attractive woman. Auntie stood stupidly beside the bed 
for a moment before Duchess ordered her out of the room. It 
was clearly above their dignity to allow a low-class 
housewife like Auntie to watch their fun. She grudgingly 
obeyed.

   After weeks of forced service of Auntie's body, I have to 
say that I was more than a little excited by the prospect of 
seeing something a little more... well, dainty. Mini began 
to pull the clothing off of her tiny frame, but paused just 
before shedding her underwear. 

   " Does he have to watch me like that ?"

   It was a strange modesty, I found myself thinking, that 
would allow her to have her best friend there to watch her 
pussy being licked, but wouldn't allow her to reveal her 
body to me. But then, Duchess had this way about her, and I 
doubted that Mini would have the courage to ask her to 
leave, even if it made her uncomfortable.

   Duchess retrieved another article of Ashley's discarded 
clothing from the floor, this time, a tiny tank-top that 
Ashley must have looked amazing in. Duchess folded it over 
itself into a makeshift blindfold, and secured it around my 
head. I could still see a little from the edges of the 
fabric, but it blocked a clear view of the body I was so 
anxious to see. 

   For my first taste of Mini, Duchess still held me by the 
hair, and guided my lips to her friend's crotch. I moaned 
with pleasure as her dainty folds of flesh opened for me, 
and I tasted the relative sweetness of her pussy.

   " Oh, this is so good... Minh would never do this for 
me..."

   Duchess had found other ways to amuse herself. While Mini 
took her leisurely time with my tongue, she played with my 
exposed ass, fingering my sensitive rear hole, and 
periodically slapping my cheeks until the shade of pink was 
to her liking. My submissive position obviously pleased her. 

   " You know, Blondie, " she told me, " back in my part of 
the world, when I was a girl, the only white men I ever saw 
were fat American tourists. My family lived in Thailand a 
while. There, the men came for sex tours. They walked the 
streets with every reason to expect that the girls they saw 
were for sale. These are the white men I saw when I was 
growing up. I thought they must be very powerful, rich men. 
"

   She accentuated the points of her lesson by slapping my 
reddened ass.

   " But then I came over here, and I found out the truth. 
White people are weak and pathetic, only favoured by the 
fortunes of history. We come here and sell drugs to their 
children. They talk about it on the news all the time, but 
they never do anything about it. Now, we're richer than our 
white neighbours, and they envy us, and fear us. "

   " And you, Blondie, are the weakest of them all. My 
husband, he thinks you're here for the money. But he's 
wrong... you're here because it makes your dick hard to be a 
servant to a teenaged immigrant girl and her family. I think 
it's funny, really, and I'm so glad she's found you. Back in 
Asia, Ashley probably would have been sold into prostitution 
very young. She would have spent her life spreading her legs 
for the white men she was taught to serve. Instead, she 
learns about white men from a sissy like you. It's perfect. 
I couldn't have planned it better. Ashley doesn't care about 
you at all. She thinks you're a sissy, and she makes fun of 
you... but that doesn't matter to you... I see your little 
prick is still hard while I fuck your ass with my fingers, 
and tell you what a weakling you are. "

   She was right, of course, about how horny I was. In the 
time I had spent, first with Ashley, then with her Auntie, 
my sexual gratification had come increasingly while playing 
the submissive role. Duchess was just putting it into words, 
shaming me and arousing me all at once. She fucked my ass 
with her fingers while she talked, the way Ashley's 
boyfriend had done on this bed. Mini's legs trembled against 
my shoulders while she built towards orgasm. Only the sting 
of sharp slaps to my rear end pulled me back from my own 
pleasure getting out of control.
   
   " Go on, Thuy, " Duchess encouraged her friend, " Cum on 
his tongue... that's what he's here for... don't hold 
back..."

   " Uuuuuungh.... Aaaaaaaah... " Mini slipped into her 
climax as if only waiting for her cue. Her fragrant pussy 
rocked against my lips, extracting every ounce of pleasure 
from the moment.

   " That was *really* good, " the petite woman giggled, 
when she finally regained control. " You should really try 
it. "

   " I plan on it, but the sissy is too dirty to touch my 
body. I think I need to clean him up a bit first. "

   Duchess directed me to my feet, still keeping my hands 
tied behind my back. Mini stayed there on Ashley's bed, 
still savouring her pleasure of the past few minutes. As I 
padded out into the hallway in my bare feet, I could see 
from the edges of my blindfold that Duchess was leading me 
into the washroom. Once there, she ordered me into the 
shower.

   " I think a dirty little creature like you needs a very 
hot shower. Yes, you really need to be scrubbed before 
you're worthy to taste my body. "

   The heat of the water hit me in the face, and I stumbled 
backwards blindly to avoid it. I even tried to step out of 
the stall, but Duchess easily kept me in place. I was never 
a large guy. Blindfolded, and with my hands tied, I wasn't 
much of a challenge. 

   I cringed to one side of the shower, but once my body 
became accustomed to the water, it wasn't nearly so bad. It 
was just uncomfortably hot.

   " There. Now get on your knees. That's right. Get your 
filthy face right into the spray. "

   Once I was on my knees, she began to scrub me with a 
coarse washcloth and soap. Between the scrubbing, and the 
heat of the water, I imagined that Duchess had my skin a 
lovely shade of pink by now. I could see from the edges of 
the blindfold that she had undressed. I could only see her 
bare legs, but it was enough to revive my failing erection. 
   
   The heat began to get to me. It was hard to breathe. All 
of my senses were absorbed into the sharp hot spray of 
water, and the steam that rose around me. Noticing my 
breathing difficulties, Duchess pressed it a step further, 
and pinched my nose closed. The effect of this was to make 
me gulp for air with my mouth, which was difficult to do 
with the shower spray centred on my face.  I sputtered the 
hot water, and gasped for breath.

   " Poor sissy Blondie... has he had enough shower now... " 
she baby-talked me. I nodded pathetically.

   In a rare show of pity, she stopped the water. My 
overheated body shook from exhaustion and arousal.

   " You're much cleaner now, " Duchess told me, stepping 
into the shower stall herself.  I could see only her feet as 
she stood above me. I desperately wanted to taste the pussy 
which I knew was only a few inches above my face, but I 
didn't dare without permission.

   Duchess reached down and plugged my nose again, tilting 
my head back in the same motion. I guess it amused her 
enough the first time to see me struggle for breath, that 
she wanted to do it again. Unexpectedly, warm water streamed 
against my open mouth again, causing me to choke and sputter 
anew. Only this time, it wasn't the spray of the shower.

   The acrid taste of her piss hit my tongue, and I gagged. 
I shook my head to try to free myself, but only succeeded in 
feeling her warm stream land against my cheeks and chin as 
she emptied her bladder onto my face. Her statement didn't 
need to be spoken. She was telling me what I was worth, and 
I confirmed it for her in the moment after she was finished.

   " You may lick me now. "

   And I did.

   She allowed me to shower again before sending me to my 
room exhausted. 

   It was hours later, and I was fast asleep when Ashley 
returned. She nudged me awake roughly. " Hi ya Blondie. I 
had a real good night. I go out drinking with the guys. I 
came home, and the girls tell me you did good for them, and 
so I give your reward. "

   Ashley squirmed out of the tight track shorts she was 
wearing tonight. I began to move out of the way on the bed 
for her, but she stopped me. " No, you stay right there. "

   I was laying on my back, and Ashley simply climbed up, 
and straddled my face. The way the pale skin of her legs 
glowed in the semi-light of the room made me anxious to 
taste her pussy. I was more in love with her than ever, 
despite everything.

   As soon as she brought her pussy down onto my lips, I 
could taste him seeping from within her. He had probably 
fucked her only minutes before, and now I was getting his 
full load of cream as it dripped from her pussy onto my 
lips. Ashley herself was more than a little drunk, and 
clumsily rested the weight of her body on my face as she 
rocked back and forth.

   Still half-immersed in my dreams, I savoured every taste 
I had been given today. It had begun with the all too 
familiar musk of Auntie's ass hole against my lips. Then I 
had been treated to the sweetness of Mini's pussy quaking 
against my tongue. Minutes later, I had cleaned the last 
drops of urine from the Duchess' crotch before licking her 
to orgasm. Now, I was ending my day with the strong, salty 
cum of Ashley's boyfriend sliding down my throat.

   It was a perfect end to the day.  


Growing tip #5:   The plants have two stages of growth. When 
they're young, I give them a full eighteen hours of light, 
but they still stretch for more. Then, when I want to 
convince them bloom, I cut the light hours back. The plants 
become even more starved for light, completing for the 
remaining hours. This is when you have to be the most 
careful with light, temperature, and nutrients. If you don't 
control it properly, it can be a rough transition.


   In my quieter moments, amongst the plants, I sometimes 
tried to put reason to my sick appetites. This lifestyle was 
one that never would have even entered my fantasies six 
months before, when I was absorbed in the world of 
academics.

   In a funny way, though, it all made sense to me.

   Cowboy, going on the assumption that money was the 
universal motivator, had given me over a thousand dollars 
for my first few weeks of work. I knew that it was a 
ridiculously small portion of the revenues I had generated, 
but I made no complaint. As Duchess had probably reminded 
him, I would have done the work for free.

   So, in the months that would come before my return to 
college, I was shielded from my 'real' life. I gave up 
control, and it felt surprisingly good. I didn't have to 
make the decisions. I just did what everyone told me, and I 
was rewarded with a life amongst the plants I loved, and 
frequent, humiliating sex that I didn't have to feel guilty 
about. 

   They were using me, and I was eager to be used. As long 
as I accepted my role here, I could walk away later without 
consequence.

   When fall came, I knew, I would have no regrets about my 
time here. It was like a vacation from my own sense of 
morality. I would reclaim my life in college, with enough 
sexual depravity piled away in my memories to last me a 
lifetime, months of practical experience on plant 
cultivation, and with thousands of dollars in my pocket that 
would render me independent of Janice and the other academic 
bullies.

   Auntie continued her daily sessions, of course, but soon 
after the dinner party, I was getting regular visits from 
Mini and Duchess too. 

   Mini liked to enjoy my whole body. She still wanted me 
blindfolded, but once she was comfortable, she even allowed 
me to enter her occasionally, under the condition that I 
didn't cum inside of her. That was a difficult requirement 
to meet. Mini was a beautiful woman, and she was a lively 
lover, enjoying in me an aerobic sort of lovemaking that I 
was sure Andy Capp wasn't able to provide her. She would 
sometimes have sympathy for me, and jerk me off after she 
was done, but it was as much for her own amusement as it was 
for my pleasure.

   Duchess took a different approach. There was no sympathy. 
She was constantly pushing my boundaries of humiliation and 
discipline. Unsatisfied with merely spanking my ass, she had 
purchased a variety of punishment devices from a local sex 
shop. She would handcuff me to a bedpost while she inflicted 
red marks of ownership across all parts of my pale body. 
Mini would sometimes watch, but rarely had the stomach to 
stay a whole session.  

   Once it was common knowledge amongst the guys that I was 
performing this way for their women, Auntie stopped hiding 
her activities from Poe. She was never so daring as to allow 
it to interfere with her household duties (many of which had 
been delegated to me anyhow), but she did occasionally take 
advantage of my services in the evening or on the weekends 
when he was home. 

   In fact, once he got used to the idea, Poe seemed quite 
indifferent about it. I was like a vibrator, or a dirty 
magazine; something that his wife used for the sexual 
gratification that he wasn't willing to provide her. 

   One night, about two weeks after Poe first learned about 
everything, Auntie even negotiated my way into her bedroom 
at night. Poe was there, but he paid no attention to me. He 
was, no doubt, reminding her of her wifely duties. I could 
see by the bulge in his underwear that he was ready for 
action.

   I don't know what she told him, but they debated for 
several minutes about where I should be in this scene. 
Finally, Auntie directed me onto the bed, laying face up. 
She explained the position to her husband, and he 
reluctantly agreed to give it a try. Aunti crawled above my 
face, and Poe positioned himself behind her, apparently to 
fuck her doggy style. 
 
   Poe's little cock bobbed above my chin as Auntie squirmed 
into the perfect position. I found the idea of being this 
close to his cock revolting. It was one thing to lick a used 
pussy, but quite another to be confronted with the source of 
the semen I had been tasting all these weeks. 

   He seemed to feel awkward about it too, and argued one 
more time. Auntie answered by grinding her pussy against my 
lips, and rolling her hips in invitation. I guess his 
arousal lost him the debate, because not much after I was 
tonguing her hole from below, I felt the head of his cock 
invading her pussy from behind, and his balls pushing up 
against my chin. 

   " Good boy, Blondie, " Auntie encouraged me, enjoying the 
dual sensation that this was providing her. 

   The problem with my position was that soon everything was 
a moving target. With some displeasure, I soon found that I 
was licking and sucking Poe's balls as much as I was 
reaching Auntie's clitoris. He groaned from above somewhere. 

   My mouth being filled of male flesh was just one more 
barrier broken in this depraved world I had entered 
willingly, and though I can't pretend that I was turned on 
by it, I knew that I was no longer in a position to protest. 
I had humbled myself too completely to step back now.

   Before long, I was licking their bodies indiscriminately, 
drawing sounds of pleasure from both husband and wife. Poe 
had hold of her hips, and was stabbing into her with short 
strokes, so as to not dislodge his small cock from her body 
inadvertently. Auntie was fighting to keep her swollen clit 
within reach of my tongue, lowering herself further onto my 
face.

   It was inevitable that I took his cum in my face. I'm not 
sure whether he dropped his load directly onto my lips, or 
whether his cum just leaked from her when her pulled out. 
Probably a bit of both. Either way, I found myself lapping 
up his fresh cum, and cleaning his wife's fucked pussy. By 
the time she was done riding my face, I felt like a used 
whore, and was sexually frustrated as usual.

   They enjoyed it so much, we repeated the scene every 
week.

   My real success didn't come in the bedroom. It was clear 
that I could tend the plants better than most of Cowboy's 
organization. In a move that surprised me as much as anyone 
else, he picked me up one day and took me on a tour of his 
rented houses. 

   The scale of his operations astounded me. These rented 
houses had been gutted. Dozens of lamps were strung above a 
sea of green leaves, rippling gently from the circulating 
fans of the rooms. 

   " You take care of these, " he ordered, and pressed a few 
hundred dollar bills into my hand.

   It was more exciting than I had imagined. Every technique 
that I had ever wanted to try was at my disposal. The 
Vietnamese had bypassed the electricity meters, giving me 
unlimited electrical power to play with. I used it to cool 
and dehumidify the grow rooms, and pump in nearly fifty 
watts of light energy for every square foot of growing 
space. 

   With the money and equipment I had at my disposal, I 
added extra carbon dioxide to the rooms. Balanced carefully 
with light and nutrients, the extra CO2 could almost double 
the growth of the plant. At these growth rates, I had to be 
careful. Meticulous. I couldn't make mistakes.

   Unfortunately for me, the mistake was already made. The 
electricity bypass that provided me such freedom to expend 
power was also what cost me my freedom in the end. It was 
just a matter of time before it caught up with me.

   You see, much more than the police, the provincial 
utility company has a major stake in the marijuana 
cultivation industry. As long as the growers pay their 
bills, the electricity flows, and no one questions why 
you're pulling enough power to light a football stadium. 
When the meter doesn't spin, that's when they're waiting for 
you one day.

   That day came for me about a month after Cowboy handed me 
the keys.


Growing Tip #6:  Under the artificial conditions of a grow 
room, your plants will nearly always exhibit signs of 
stress. Wilting. Leaf discoloration. Leggy growth. When the 
stress is too much, however, your plants may be pushed into 
a hermaphrodite state... exhibiting characteristics opposite 
its own sex.


   The fucked-up thing is, I didn't even begin doing drugs 
until I was in prison. I didn't start sucking cock until 
then, either, but both of these activities quickly became 
survival skills for me. 

   So, on the day that they broke my nose, my brain was 
still juggling the mixed pleasure and disgust of some opiate 
coursing through my veins, and the flavour of my cell mate's 
sperm at the back of my throat. Three guys were holding me 
down against the floor now, while Tom levelled a chisel from 
the shop against the bridge of my nose.

   I'd been assailed before like this. It was just a sick 
part of my new reality that any young guy with clear skin 
and straight teeth represented a prime sexual opportunity 
for a lot of these guys. On two previous assaults, I had 
been fucked in the ass and mouth until I could barely move, 
but I knew that I would come out alive. This time, I felt 
the cold metal of the chisel against my nose, and I was 
suddenly afraid for my life.

   " Don't worry, Sissy... " Tom assured me, seeing the 
panic in my eyes, " I'll still take care of you. You just 
need to visit the infirmary for a while. "

   It seemed like slow motion when he brought down the 
hammer. It was only a tap against the metal, but it turned 
into an explosion behind the sockets of my eyes. I tried to 
cry out, but a kick in my side took away my air. Moments 
later, the kicks rained down on me, and I lost 
consciousness. 

   I woke up in little stretches, nearly alone in the 
hospital ward. I didn't try to move. A haze of drugs 
convinced me that I was better off staying still. The pain 
was distant, but I knew that it was there. I could feel it 
in my bruised face. I could feel my stomach and ribs, 
bandaged too tightly for comfort. My chest hurt when I 
breathed, and my flesh was tender all over. But as long as 
they kept the morphine drip, drip, dripping, I guess I 
couldn't muster up much of a complaint.

   The doctor was a tall man, or at least seemed that way 
from my permanently reclined position. He visited every day, 
and added various syringes of drugs to my saline drip. They 
weren't pain killers, I was certain. Those were delivered by 
the nurses, and I could feel them right away. No. These were 
different. 

   I guess I was suspicious on one level, but soon, sleep 
would come, and I would forget.

   As the days went by, the pain decreased, and I was awake 
with my thoughts for more hours. I had time to review 
everything. My trial had gone by so quickly, it was a blur. 
I had pled guilty, of course.

   " It's not like you can really pretend that you're 
innocent, " argued my lawyer, who was generously provided to 
me by Cowboy. " Best that you just throw yourself on the 
mercy of the court, and hope they don't sentence too 
harshly. This is your first offence, isn't it ?"

   I knew at the time that the advice was given with an 
agenda. Duchess and Cowboy wanted this thing to go away 
quickly, and without any of their other associates being 
implicated. 

   The mercy of the court, I later found out, was non-
existent. The prosecutor brought out my notebooks as proof 
that I was a danger to re-offend. I was placed in a maximum 
security institution, convicted of marijuana cultivation, 
trafficking, and theft of electricity. 

   The irony of everything hit me early on. I had accepted, 
and even sought out, humiliation at Ashley's hands as a sort 
of escape from the fake world of academics I had been 
immersed in. All the way through my journey into depravity, 
I had always viewed it as a sort of vacation from my real 
life. It was below me... slumming... but I enjoyed it.

   Now, fall had come and gone, and I knew I wasn't going 
back to university. In fact, I was taking my initiation in 
an educational institution of an entirely different sort. 
Here, more than anyplace else, my mental aptitudes were 
useless. I was intellectually superior to my cell mate by a 
wide margin. Tom was a habitual criminal because he had no 
other skills. He took his thrills from talking about fast 
cars and loose women. The guy was a moron.

   Yet, when night came, I was the one who was face down on 
his bunk, while he rested a Hustler magazine between my 
shoulder blades, and fucked my rear hole while talking dirty 
to the artificial women in those glossy pages.

   During the day, he would spew his ignorant opinions to 
his friends. I could, if I wanted, silently shred his flawed 
logic. It drove me insane that he felt he could end any 
argument by popping out the only long word he ever learned 
in his white trash education.

   " Irregardless, " he would sum up his opinions, and then 
go on to another one of his conspiracy theories, which I 
soon learned were like candy for Tom. I didn't bother 
pointing out the double negative to him. Why correct the 
guy, when it would just result in him demanding a public 
blow job to show everyone who was boss ? 

   As much as I resented his bullying, I stayed close by 
him. He was my protector in a strange way. As long as I 
belonged to him, I wasn't subject to being raped by the 
other inmates like I had been in my early weeks here. I 
played submissive to him the way I had been trained by my 
time with the Vietnamese women, and it seemed to please him 
to no end.

   Which is why I was so puzzled by this turn of events. I 
couldn't figure out why Tom and his buddies had broken my 
nose, and had beaten me to the extent that I had to be 
hospitalised. Apparently, the prison counsellor had been 
working on the same mystery. She visited me one day when I 
was nearly recovered. The doctor stood at my bedside.

   " He looks... different..."

   " I did my best to reset his nose. I think the results 
are remarkable, considering. "

   " Quite. And his lips... ?"

   " Just swelling. They'll go down over time. "

   " His neck ?"

   " He took a pretty good blow to the throat. I had to 
scrape away part of the Adam's apple that was too severely 
damaged. You can find a full account of it in my medical 
report. "

   " No need... it looks like you did a fine job. "

   She turned her attention to me.

   " You're a tough case. I can see from your file that you 
refused a deal with the prosecutor that would have seen you 
take simple probation. "

   It was news to me, but in truth, I expected no more from 
my lawyer. Any deal that would have compromised Cowboy's 
organisation would never have crossed his lips. 

   " Don't tell me that you now want to protect the boys who 
did this violence to you. You must have seen something. Tell 
me who it was. "

   I shook my head and croaked out my answer. " I didn't 
see. "

   Two of the guys who had been holding me were members of a 
biker gang. Tom was loosely associated with the Angels. If I 
told anyone about their involvement, I wouldn't survive long 
in this place. 

   " Come on, " she inched a little closer, and lowered her 
voice sympathetically. " I know that it can't have been easy 
for you in a place like this. Don't be a martyr. If they can 
do this to you once, they'll do it again. "

   I shook my head again.

   The counsellor stood back and address the doctor again. " 
When will he be out of infirmary ?"

   " In the next few days, but I'll need to have follow-up 
appointments every few days to insure that he's healing up 
okay. "

   " Agreed. "

   Despite what the doctor said, the swelling on my lips 
never did go down. When I was finally out from the hospital, 
and the constricting bandages were removed from my 
midsection, I was startled by how different I looked. 

   I don't know what the doctor did to me while he had me at 
his clinic. My waist had been constricted to a ridiculous 
proportion. I had never had a whole lot of body fat, but 
what was left seemed to be displaced into my hips, giving me 
a much more feminine body shape.

   The change to the shape of my nose was dramatic. I don't 
know any word to describe it except "cute". My cheekbones 
seemed to be placed somewhat higher on my face, perhaps with 
implants. I viewed myself in the mirror with disbelief, 
pressing my fingers against the numb portions of my face 
that had been so radically altered. The reduction of my 
Adam's apple, and the extra flesh on my lips added to my 
makeover.

   Back in the cell, Tom was more controlling and protective 
than ever. I was his prize, and he never left me alone. 
During the day, he kept me fully dressed to hide the changes 
in my body. At night, though, I reported to his bunk for 
"training".

   I tried not to think about the sex. The drugs helped a 
bit. If I had enough artificial pleasure burning in my 
veins, I could just lay there and take it any way the pig 
wanted it. The drugs would tell me when to moan in pleasure, 
and how to play the part of the perfect whore that he 
wanted.

   The problem was, Tom never gave me quite enough. I had to 
settle for brief, delicious moments of unreality, before it 
would all come back to me in a flood of cum down my throat.

   Dr. Rivers was a little more generous with his drugs.

   Every second day, I visited his office for a check-up. 
The first thing he would do is give me a long sweet drink of 
morphine. I waited anxiously while he fed the liquid into my 
arm, ever so slowly. By the time he withdrew the syringe, I 
wasn't a bit concerned about what else he did to me in his 
examinations.

   I didn't ask what all the other injections were for. In 
truth, I guess I already had a pretty good idea. I tried to 
hide the changes from the other guys, but here in the 
examination room, when he took off my shirt and prodded at 
my sensitive and swollen nipples, it was clear that I was 
growing little breasts.

   He checked the places where he had done liposuction on my 
belly, and instructed me on the kind of diet I should 
maintain to keep the figure he had so generously provided 
me. 

   " If I only could have had you a few years sooner, " he 
mused, admiring his work in progress. " No matter. With 
enough work, you'll be prefect. Just a few little 
adjustments. Maybe an extra dose or two of hormones, eh ?"

   I nodded stupidly through the morphine.

   In these visits, he did all of the little adjustments he 
wanted. On a couple of  visits, he brought electrolysis 
equipment, to remove any body hair that would mar his 
artwork. He tried various chemical scrubs on my skin to 
promote a pale, soft flesh. Some of them were painful, but 
he was unconcerned. All that mattered was the results.

   He would, of course, test the results by bending me over 
the examination table when he was done, and feeding his cock 
into me from behind. He would cup my little breasts in his 
hands and pinch my oversensitive nipples until I squealed. 
In every way, he wanted to see how convincing I was as a 
girl.
 
   " Come on, you little whore... tell me how much you like 
it..." he would instruct me.

   I would act my part of the script in a falsetto that 
seemed to please him. 

   " Mmmm... yeah... fuck me, it feels so goood..." 

   And if he gave me enough drugs, I could even mean it for 
a while.


Growing Tip # 7:  Don't rush at the end. The buds will be 
ready when they're ready. Even once you've taken them off of 
the plant, don't rush the process. They need to be dried 
slowly, or the final product will be too harsh a smoke. Take 
the right amount of time, and the product will burn just 
right.


   My only friend was John the Bear.

   " Is Ivan in my home country, but here is John, " the old 
Russian explained. " A very common name. In every country, 
there is a name for Ivan. Here, it is John. "

   He had an oddly repetitive way of speaking. It was like 
he was always convincing himself that what he was saying was 
the truth. 

   " You take my Queen, yes, but it is no problem. The Queen 
is a good piece, yes, but even a Pawn can win the game. Many 
times in championship games, the difference is made by lowly 
Pawn. Is no matter that you take my Queen. "

   Even in the horror that had become my life, there were 
hours when Tom and his biker friends were otherwise 
occupied. Maybe they were developing yet another conspiracy 
theory, or watching ESPN, or some shit like that. I didn't 
care.

   In these times, Tom allowed me to visit the next cell 
over, and play chess with the Russian. I was never quite 
skilled enough to take a game, but I was the only inmate who 
could give him a challenge, if I wasn't on drugs at the 
time. Between moves, he would muse upon my predicament.

   " They make you a girl, yes. Is probably not a bad thing. 
Is all about tactics. You sent here for growing with the 
Vietnamese, yes ? "

   It wasn't really a question. John always knew the 
answers. 

   " Is no good for the Vietnamese to have you in here. They 
will be afraid that you go weak and testify against them. 
Yes, they will be very afraid that you will be disloyal. So 
for them, it might be better that you be dead, eh ? Yes, for 
Vietnamese, it would be better if you no longer were a 
threat. "

   " This is same for bikers in here. On outside, they make 
money from controlling drug trade. They make good money from 
selling the drugs that your Vietnamese grow. Is a good 
partnership, yes ? Vietnamese protect their grow rooms, and 
the bikers provide big muscle to get drugs past the border. 
Yes, is good partnership, and the bikers have much to lose 
if you testify against Vietnamese. "

   He paused to move his King's Bishop, a move which left me 
puzzling about his overall strategy.

   " So, when bikers see that you look like a girl, it gives 
them reason not to kill you. They bribe this doctor to make 
you more like a girl, and this makes you valuable in the 
prison. And so maybe not such a bad thing that they make you 
a girl. Maybe not so pleasant for you, yes, but it keeps you 
alive, and so I have a chess partner. "

   My brains were only useful to one person in these prison 
walls. For everyone else, it was my rapidly developing body 
that was the main attraction. Tom had been careful to keep 
me to himself, so as to not attract too much attention from 
the prison administration. Nonetheless, it eventually came 
time for him to repay the bikers who had funded the changes 
to my body.

   I knew that something weird was happening from early in 
the day. A couple of the prison guards visited our cell to 
talk with Tom. After a few minutes of negotiation, he 
instructed me to give each of them a blow-job to seal the 
deal.

   It turned out that he was bribing them for their silence 
about the scheduled show for tonight.

   It began with a shower. Tom wanted everything perfect. He 
left me there with a gym bag, and instructions to "get your 
pretty ass ready, and come down to the gym. "

   One of the guards stood nearby as my escort. He watched 
while I shed my prison clothing, and revealed just how fully 
by breasts had developed. They were still small, but they 
had rounded out, and my sensitive nipples were puffed out 
with chemically induced excitement. Tom had given me a taste 
of methamphetamine before taking me out to the showers. It 
wouldn't be enough to get me through the night, but it got 
my heart going.

   I closed my eyes and stepped into the hot water, trying 
to pretend that I was showering for the Duchess. The memory 
of that scene was hot in my mind, and aroused me to no end, 
but my penis reacted feebly. I soaped my cock up, but it 
stayed pathetically small. It just didn't seem to matter 
anymore. It was out of place on my new body.

   My tits and ass were the centres of my sexuality now. The 
prison guard let out a low whistle as I moved upwards and 
massaged my breasts into the hot water. I was trying to 
psych myself up for the sex show that the bikers were 
expecting from me, and was unwittingly putting on quite a 
display for the guard.

   When I stepped out of the shower, and opened the gym bag 
to find a towel, I was met with another surprise. Beneath 
the towel was a neatly laid out set of women's clothing, bra 
and panties at the top of the pile, and a pretty flowered 
sun-dress beneath.

   A lump rose to my throat. The thought of dressing up like 
a girl was almost too much. I don't know why. I mean, I had 
been fucked like a girl more times than I cared to remember 
behind these walls, but I guess I still tried to keep my 
identity somewhere inside. Dressing up like a girl was just 
one more step in giving up my male identity.

   I fumbled with the bra first. It was a B-cup, and it fit 
me fairly well. The red lace garment felt strange against my 
skin, displaying my breasts like a gift wrap. I slid into 
the panties next. The underwear slipped between the crack of 
my ass, leaving my pale rear just barely covered. 

   Next, I pulled the sun-dress over my head. The pretty 
little cotton thing stopped just above my knees, and 
accentuated the newly feminine curves of my body. With a red 
face, I had to ask for the guard's help to zip up the back 
of the dress. 

   There were a few other details in the bag. It took me 
nearly ten minutes to struggle into the tiny shoes that had 
been provided. They only had small heels, but I wobbled on 
them nonetheless. 

   I sprayed on my perfume, and tried my best not to overdo 
my make-up. There was a purse with long straps in the back. 
I put my remaining make-up into the purse, and let the 
handbag dangle from my wrist as I made my way out of the 
showers. The last thing I wanted to do was to leave the guys 
waiting. Tom would make me pay for embarrassing him.

   The guard put his hand on my ass as he escorted me to the 
gym. 

   " You look just like an ex-girlfriend of mine, " he 
commented, which for some reason made me blush. 

   I entered the gym to the sound of hoots and whistles from 
the congregated Angels. The second guard I had sucked off in 
the morning stood watchfully by the door. I stumbled on my 
heels as I made my way into the room.

   The guys were laughing and sharing their opinions about 
my body. Many of them had seen me when I first came into the 
prison, although more recently, Tom had kept me pretty 
isolated. The guys seemed impressed with the Doctor's work.

   " Look 'it that tight ass, " one of the guys remarked.

   " Not too tight though, eh Tom ? " another guy nudged my 
cell-mate, and everyone laughed at my expense.

   What struck me the most was just how big most of these 
guys were. These were enforcers and drug runners for the 
organization, and they certainly lived up to the menacing 
reputation of the gang. In comparison, I was a very small 
guy, which just added to the illusion of my femininity.

   " Let's see her titties, " one guy yelled.

   " God, I can't wait to nail this cunt. "

   " Whoa..." Tom took his place as MC. " Just a minute 
guys. I don't think she's warmed up for us yet. Just like 
every other girl I know, Blondie likes a little something to 
get her in the mood. Now, my girlfriend, she wants 
foreplay... but Blondie's not so choosy... she just likes a 
little taste of heroin or crack to get her going, then she's 
willing to fuck all night. "

   I felt like a pig just about to be put onto a spit, and 
the guys were all licking their chops for a little meat. If 
someone was going to give me a little something to help me 
through it, I wasn't going to turn it down.

   A big biker near the centre of the room was the first to 
volunteer his drugs. He flicked something at me from a few 
feet away, and it landed near my feet. I dropped to my 
knees, betraying a desperation that the guys found more than 
a little amusing. They whistled and cheered when I bent 
forward to retrieve the offering, revealing my panties from 
behind.

   It was a fat joint that the big guy had flicked towards 
me. It wasn't what I was expecting. Since I had come here, I 
had been accustomed to the harder drugs. Morphine was what I 
got in the hospital. Heroin was Tom's drug of choice.

   Now I was on my knees, reacquainting myself with an old 
friend named Mary-Jane.

   I inhaled it deeply, and then choked out the smoke. Twice 
more, I tried to keep the smoke down, but each time, the 
tickle in my throat betrayed me.

   " A drink, please... " I asked, desperate to get a little 
high before the sex began.

   " Here's something to wet your lips on, " the large biker 
who had donated the joint stood and unzipped his trousers. 
He planted his bog cock in front of my face, and I couldn't 
do anything but obey.

   I couldn't believe my position. I was dressed like a 
girl... hell, for the most part I now *was* a girl... and I 
was sucking this guy's big cock in front of a crowd of 
twenty other guys who would expect the same treatment. The 
only thing that kept me from crying was the marijuana smoke 
that was rising into my nose.

   The huge biker allowed me to toke on the joint a few 
times between sucking. My throat relaxed, and allowed me to 
keep the smoke down. Soon, I began to feel the pleasure of 
the drug gently rising in the base of my brain.

   My lips numbed. The high wasn't as overwhelming as the 
opiates I was accustomed too. The smoke affected me in an 
entirely different way. It crept up on me, and my world 
became suddenly very small.

   There was just me, and my numb lips, and a rubbery cock 
to suck on, and a thick joint burning fragrantly between my 
fingers. I was with an old friend, who Ashely had introduced 
me to in a dark basement room. She had shown me how to enjoy 
my degradation, and had led me onto a path that brought me 
here.

   Now, a cock unloaded into my mouth, and I swallowed 
without hesitation. That old sense of arousal at being 
humiliated was coming back to me.

   I stood unsteadily, and listened to the commands of the 
crowd. 

   " Strip for us... show us your tits... yeah, get on your 
knees... crawl like a bitch... open your ass... "

   Each shameful action came easily to me. Other guys gave 
me donations of drugs, and I wallowed mindlessly in sexual 
arousal and drug-induced pleasure. 

   They took turns fucking me, and roughly mauled my 
titties. I squealed and moaned and made all of the little 
sounds that they wanted to hear. Once I was drugged and 
aroused, it wasn't hard to imagine that I was exactly the 
girl they guys viewed me as.

   These guys were so big... their cocks were so big... I 
took them in my mouth until I couldn't breathe, and even 
that didn't seem to bother me...

... until I passed out.

   They must have used me for a while longer, but I 
eventually ended up in my old home at the infirmary. My 
bruised body reminded me about what I had done, and I sought 
refuge in the familiar blanket of pain killers.

***

   When I was finally released, it was just lucky timing 
that I arrived back at my cell when Tom wasn't there. I was 
able to go over to play one last game of chess with John the 
Bear.

   " You look more an more like a woman every time I see 
you, yes ? " he gave me a hug in greeting. " Is good work 
this doctor does. Maybe I should send my wife in to see him. 
Is very good work. "

   We sat down to play. He wasn't long in beginning his 
lecture.

   " This cannot continue, is what I hear. I hear that the 
warden is not happy with the trouble it causes to have a 
woman in the prison. Is big trouble for him. I don't think 
he will let it continue. "

   He changed subjects unexpectedly.

   " I have many employees on the outside. I guess you say 
that I'm the big boss, yes ? Some are loyal, like you. Yes. 
You very loyal to your Vietnamese. You would never betray 
them. I see them visit you sometimes, and they are worried, 
yes ? But you still will not betray them, even though you 
suffer in here. Is very good to be so loyal. Some of my 
employees are not so loyal, and they take on business 
without me. This is always the way when there are many 
employees. "

   " This one employee, he does extra business by growing 
this marijuana. He never tells me that he will be doing 
this. He rents a house on his own. It is a house by the 
water, near the docks, so he thinks the neighbours will not 
notice. I tell you where this house is. It is on Victoria 
street. The last house before the water. You remember this, 
yes ?"

   " Yes, " I answered, still puzzled by why he was giving 
me this information.

   I remained puzzled until I was brought in for a meeting 
with the prison warden, the prison counsellor, and Dr. 
Rivers. A fourth man sat silently beside the doctor.

   " Take off your shirt, " Dr. Rivers told me. 

   I hesitated to do so in front of the female counsellor. 
She reminded me of Janice, and I couldn't meet her eyes. 
Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt. The warden and the counsellor 
gasped when I revealed my breasts.

   " How the hell does someone *do* this in prison ?" the 
warden asked, almost rhetorically. 

   The Janice-clone answered. " It's not going to come as a 
surprise to you that there's a drug problem in the prison 
here. I don't suppose it's any different to smuggle in the 
hormone treatments that this young man has used. It's not 
uncommon for a young homosexual male, when introduced to the 
prison environment, to take on a female role. They just 
don't normally do it quite this well. "

   " It's unbelievable, " the warden shook his head. " I 
can't have this going on. "

   He turned to me and made his offer.

   " Listen to me carefully boy. This is your only chance. 
You obviously want to become a female. I'm willing to let it 
happen, and I'm willing to transfer you to a female 
correctional facility. You just have to do one thing for me. 
"

   Female ?

   " How ?" I asked.

   " Dr. Rivers has brought a colleague who is willing to 
perform the operation for free, given certain 
considerations. "

   " What considerations ?"

   " You can discuss that with your doctors, " he evaded the 
question. " But I've reviewed the doctor's offer, and I 
assure you that it's quite fair. Generous, even, considering 
the normal costs involved in the operation. "

   " I'm not sure I want to..."

   The female counsellor spoke up again, her voice as 
sympathetic as she could fake. " If you stay here, things 
will only get worse. I've seen the reports of your injuries. 
I know that you're using drugs to cope. You're a smart kid. 
You've got to have figured out that you're at risk of 
contracting AIDS in this environment. How much longer can 
you really last ?"

   I lowered my eyes.

   " I just need one thing from you, " repeated the warden, 
seemingly anxious to close the deal. " You obviously know 
the locations of more grow operations. I just need you to 
tell me about one. That's my price. That way, I can justify 
it to the crown. Just one little grow operation, and I'll 
approve everything for you. "

   I couldn't betray Cowboy. He would have me killed.

   " Speak up, boy. No one will know that it was you. "

   They would know. No one else would betray them. Besides, 
I wasn't even certain that Cowboy would have kept his grow 
operation in place this long after my arrest.

   It was a no-win situation.

   " Come on. Just one. Just give me an excuse to help you, 
boy. "

   I wasn't even sure that I wanted it. I would be giving up 
my male identity forever. I would be sissy Blondie. 

   But returning to Tom's control was no better an option. 
The words came too easily to my lips.

   " Victoria Drive... I'm not sure of the exact address... 
on the north end, the last house before the waterfront..." I 
silently thanked John the Bear for his gift.

***

   I waited nervously in the hallway. Dr. Haskell had been 
very particular about the way I should dress. He had even 
gone shopping with me, on the first day of my three day 
pass. 

   This was how I was spending my precious time outside of 
the prison walls. It was our agreement. In lieu of payment 
for the reconstruction of my sex organs, I had traded away 
my prison leaves, and large blocks of additional time once I 
made parole.

   He bought me a blue sweater and smart looking skirt for 
my debut. 

   " I don't want there to be any question about whether 
you're a female. You're the best example of my work, and so 
you represent all of my skills. Don't embarrass me by being 
anything less than perfect. "

   Everything about this environment made me unsettled. The 
hallways were familiar. They even smelled the same. My heart 
ached just thinking about the distance I had come from this 
life.

   Students walked by. Most of them were around my own age. 

   I shuddered to think that I might see someone that I 
would recognize. It didn't matter. Even if I did, no one 
would recognize me. I was too different. This wasn't my 
world at all anymore.

   A few feet from me, the door cracked open, and Dr. 
Haskell beckoned me in. It was show time. I nervously 
straightened my clothing before coming into the room. The 
hall was larger than I had imagined. Medical students filled 
over a hundred seats for the guest lecture.

   " This young lady has volunteered to be our subject 
today, " the doctor explained. He closed the door behind me, 
and I was startled a bit by the sound.

   " No need to be nervous, my dear, " he said, still using 
his lecture voice. " There's nothing that these students 
haven't seen before... at least on a cadaver. For some of 
the young men in the room, however, this may be their first 
look at the living female anatomy. "

   The comment brought chuckles from around the room.

   I knew this had been coming, but it was worse than I had 
imagined. I wondered what the female students would think of 
me, a pretty young woman who had volunteered to spread her 
legs for them and their male colleagues. They would think me 
a real slut.

   Which, of course, was true. If they only knew all of the 
things I had to do for the other female prisoners each day, 
they would be disgusted. My cell-mate now was Suzy Ninebark, 
an Indian girl who had learned to resent the fuck out of 
whites, and was taking it all out on the ass of the cute 
white girl who shared her bunk at night. I was glad for all 
of the lessons I had learned at the hands of the Vietnamese 
girls. It was only my skill at pleasing her sexually that 
kept Suzy from inflicting some serious damage on me.

   " Why don't we get started ?  Mary-Jane, would you please 
disrobe ?"

   I hesitantly pulled my sweater over my head while the 
room looked on. Dr. Haskell had seen my body before, of 
course. Hell, he had created it. He took up where Dr. Rivers 
left off. Because he intended to use me as a showpiece, he 
had resisted the temptation to enlarge my breasts with 
implants. Instead, he had pushed up my levels of hormone, 
and made some adjustments to my diet. The side effects were 
uncomfortable, but he had increased me to a nearly a C-cup, 
so he was happy.

   The male students seemed appreciative of his efforts. No 
one made any noises, of course, but I could feel their eyes 
on me. In the front row, a male and a female student sat 
together. I figured they must be a couple. She was keeping 
an eye on his reaction, and nudged him with her elbow when 
he seemed too attentive to my body. Also in the front row 
were a few older men and women, who I assumed were 
colleagues of Dr. Haskell's, sitting in for his guest 
lecture.

   Next, I slid out of my skirt. Exercise, diet, and 
liposuction had sculpted my legs into a shape that Dr. 
Haskell was pleased with.

   " To be absolutely perfect, the spacing of the legs would 
need to be slightly wider, " he had explained to me. " But 
we work with what we have. " He had compensated by keeping 
my inner thighs quite thin. The results were better than I 
could have imagined.

   I paused when I was down to my underwear.

   " Don't be shy, my dear. Remember, you volunteered for 
this. "

   I lowered my eyes to the floor, and revealed the rest of 
my body. The reactions were hushed, but I blushed 
nonetheless. 

   " Climb up onto the table. It's time the class got a 
better look. "

   The examination table was set up at the front of the 
lecture hall. Above, a projection screen displayed Dr. 
Haskell's notes to the students.

   I crawled up onto the table, allowing the doctor to move 
me into the position he wanted. He placed my legs into the 
stirrups, exposing my lower body fully to the students. 

   " Donald ? Can we get the image now ?"

   On the large screen, Dr. Haskell's notes faded into 
blackness. A moment later, the notes were replaced by 
something much more compelling to the class. The teacher's 
aid had set up a video camera. To my utter humiliation, the 
screen was now filled with the enlarged image of my pussy. 
The image blurred in and out as Donald worked on the focus.

   I breathed quickly, trying to regain my composure. I had 
to hide my reaction. This was my re-entry into the world of 
academics, not as a teacher or student, but as a piece of 
meat on the examining table. The image of a body I didn't 
want to believe was my own was projected above me. 

   " Now, before we continue, I will let everyone know that 
Mary-Jane is an interesting example of female anatomy. I 
will, however, leave it to the students in this classroom to 
discover what is unusual about our subject. Any volunteers 
?"

   The class was silent. Perhaps they were still adjusting 
to the six foot image of my exposed ass and pussy dominating 
the front of the room. 

   " Come now... you all hope to be doctors... I hope you're 
not this embarrassed when your first real patient comes in 
for an examination. "

   His pressure prompted three students to come forward, two 
males and a female. They approached my right side, and stood 
awkwardly above my naked body. Dr. Haskell stepped back, and 
waved his hands in invitation for them to examine me more 
closely. I think he was savouring the embarrassment of both 
myself and the students, but most of all, the secret that 
would inevitably be revealed by their probing of my 
artificial vagina.

   " Go ahead... you aren't going to learn anything by just 
standing there..."

   One of the guys reached out tentatively, and touched the 
folds of flesh between my legs.

   " For god's sake, man, wear some gloves, " the doctor 
berated him. " You don't just stick your grubby fingers 
wherever you please. "

   The student's face went a bright red, and he pulled his 
fingers away as if he had touched electricity. There were 
chuckles from the other students around the room. He stepped 
back, and allowed the second male student to take his place. 
This one had the good sense to retrieve some latex gloves 
before proceeding with his examination.

   He stood beside me, facing the screen. He watched the 
image of my pussy on the overhead. I guess it made him more 
comfortable, not viewing me directly. He used his gloved 
fingers to slowly spread the lips of my pussy. Donald 
reacted by zooming the video camera in for a bit of a close-
up.

   " Anything unusual ? " asked Dr. Haskell from the 
sidelines.

   " Um, well... " the student stretched for answers, " 
everything seems to be in place... "

   " Of course it seems to be in place, " the doctor 
snapped. " All you're doing is a superficial examination. Do 
you really think you can learn anything from just spreading 
the surface of her sex organs ? You're going to have to do 
better than that Mr... " he consulted with a seating list " 
Mr. Lewis. "

   Young Mr. Lewis was as embarrassed as the previous 
student. He stepped back to allow the third student in.

   " How about it, Miss Fulton ? Do you think you can do a 
little better ?"

   This girl seemed determined not to be made a fool of by 
the teacher. She retrieved some equipment from the doctor's 
tray, and circled around front of me, blocking the view of 
the video camera. Whatever relief I got from not having my 
body displayed on the screen was soon lost to the feel of 
the student's breath against my sensitive flesh, and then 
the cool touch of metal at my entrance.

   Dr. Haskell had used equipment like this on me before. I 
held my breath as the young woman slid the instrument into 
me, and then locked it into position.

   " What are you seeing, Miss Fulton ?" the doctor asked. 
He could barely hide his excitement.

   " Nothing. "

   " Really ?"

   " Yes. The cavity is a dead end. There are no 
reproductive organs. No uterus. Nothing. "

   " Are you certain ? " he goaded, trying to pressure her 
into a doubting her conclusion, " maybe you're just not 
using the equipment properly. "

   She paused, but remained firm in her convictions. " 
There's nothing. "

   The doctor stood and approached the examination table. 
This was his moment, and he was ready to enjoy it. " As Miss 
Fulton so astutely points out, Mary-Jane has no reproductive 
organs. In an operation last year, I removed her penis and 
testicles, and reconstructed the flesh into the female form. 
"

   The room gasped and whispered in response. Dr. Haskell 
continued his lecture, dismissing the three students from 
the front of the room. The female student removed the 
instrument before leaving, and once again, my body was 
lewdly displayed on the big screen.

   " As you all can seen, the difference is impossible to 
detect from a surface examination. Her breasts are 
completely natural, induced by hormonal supplementation. 
They feel entirely normal, and are sensitive to the touch. " 
He demonstrated by rubbing one of my nipples between his 
fingers until it was erect.

   " As for her other sex organs, you can certainly 
attribute their fine appearance to the skill of the surgeon 
if you please, " he smiled at his self-flattery, " and I 
assure you that only her gynaecologist would ever know the 
difference. She is fully sexually functional. Isn't that 
right, Mary-Jane ?"

   " Yes, " I answered.

   " It's an interesting point to these operations. Most 
people wonder if the subject will be able to achieve orgasm. 
In this case, Mary-Jane has adjusted to experiencing more 
typically female orgasms, and has reported to me that she 
can even have multiple orgasms in a single session. "

   Having this information shared with a classroom of 
strangers was every bit as humiliating as you would imagine. 
I was just relieved that he didn't ask me to tell the story 
about how I had first experienced a multiple orgasm. Suzy 
Ninebark had been beating my ass with one of her shoes while 
I licked the pussy of her friend Mary.

   The sensations were overwhelming, and I still hadn't 
broken my habit of playing with myself during my 
degradation. Then, Suzy hit just the right tempo, slapping 
my ass red to the rhythm of my pleasure, and I had slipped 
into a shameful orgasm, moaning my pleasure into Mary's 
body. Suzy didn't let up on her beating, and I didn't stop 
enjoying it. By the time I brought Mary off, I had cum three 
times, and had rubbed myself raw.

   Dr. Haskell wasn't done with humiliating me yet, however. 

   " Go ahead and show the students how you orgasm, Mary-
Jane. I'm sure they'll be interested. "

   I couldn't refuse. If I broke my agreement with him, I'd 
be in debt long past my prison term. More importantly, Dr. 
Haskell often brought me a small package of drugs to the 
prison. I dutifully turned them over to Suzy Ninebark. If my 
supply ended, she would find a way to make me suffer for it.

   Hesitantly, I lowered my hand down to my pussy, and began 
rubbing myself roughly for the amusement of the class. As 
nervous as I was, I knew I would have trouble coming to an 
orgasm. 

   What Dr. Haskell hadn't explained was that despite my 
appearance, there was no way he could endow my reformed 
flesh with the number of nerve endings that would come 
naturally to the female clitoris. I had to stimulate myself 
more forcefully than I would do for other women, and it 
always came easier when I was already aroused by licking 
pussy or a punishment session. Damn it, I just wanted it to 
be over.

   While I worked on my pussy, a couple of Dr. Haskell's 
colleagues came up on the podium nearby, and talked quietly 
with my maker.

   " Good show, Jack... where on earth did you find someone 
like this ?"

   " In prison. "

   " You're pulling my leg. "

   They chatted almost casually while the rest of the class 
watched the freak-show in the big screen.

   " No, I'm not. You know Phil Rivers. He has a contract 
with corrections. By the time he brought me in for 
consultation, he already had her most of the way through the 
sex change. Now, she co-operates with me most spectacularly. 
She's real eager to please, if you know what I mean. "

   " You lucky bastard. This is a great gag. I'm sure 
everyone will be lining up to book you for lectures. Look at 
that, " he was watching my body jerk up and down on the big 
screen, " she's absolutely perfect. You can tell she enjoys 
doing this in public. "

   " I'm glad you like her, Eric. She's got one more day 
before she's due back in prison. I was thinking that I could 
bring her over tomorrow for a little dinner gathering. "

   " That sounds great. Will Monica be coming ?"

   " No way. She'd never put up with this kind of thing. But 
if I recall, Judith wouldn't have a problem with this, would 
she ?"

   " No. I think she'll quite enjoy it. In fact, maybe I'll 
ask Marty and Lisa over too, if it's all right. "

   I groaned involuntarily. All this talk of the doctors 
sharing me with their wives was getting to me, despite 
myself. My body shook with embarrassment and arousal.

   " By the way, Jack, it looks like she's wearing some 
make-up on her ass. What's that all about ? " Another one of 
his colleagues spoke up.

   " I'm not sure. I hadn't noticed. "

   I had really hoped that he wouldn't. He had been so 
particular about my appearance, I was sure he wouldn't 
approve of my new tattoo. 

   " Do you mind if I check it out ?"

   " No, go ahead. "

   He brought a cotton swab and some saline to remove the 
cover-up from my ass. I watched anxiously on the big screen. 
The patch of flesh-coloured make-up was visible on my left 
ass cheek. It covered the tattoo I had earned so painfully 
from Suzy Ninebark. It had taken her most of a night to get 
it the way she wanted.

   He brought the cotton swab to my skin, and the coolness 
of the saline surprised me. The class watched the action, 
dividing their attention between curiosity about he markings 
on my ass, and my obviously impending public climax. My body 
was telegraphing how close I was to a humiliating orgasm. 

   Was there any other kind for me ?

   The doctor wiped away the remaining make-up with a couple 
of stroked, revealing the dark ink to everyone. They cocked 
their heads in unison, as from their vantage point, on the 
screen, the tattoo was upside down.

   It only took a few seconds for the laughing to begin.

   ' Suzy's Dumb Cunt ' was the unimaginative derogatory the 
native girl had branded on my ass.

   The shame of it all washed over me.

   This was definitely going to take more than one orgasm.

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