The continuation of a story based on a dream I had during lockdown
I turn my head to look at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table , wincing as my bruised and swollen left eye touches the bed. 5.25am, it’s been nearly four hours, four hours since this asshole came inside me and collapsed, trapping me on the bed.
For those of you that haven’t read chapter 1, I’m Charlotte, Charley for short and I’ve just been raped. Yeah, not a nice way to start a story but hey ho. It’s not been easy, these last few months, in fact, it’s been hell. To recap, I was once a man, a contented man despite living a shitty life until a scientist made me an accidental lab rat for a pharmaceutical company that was developing a compound that would allow trans people to biologically change into their desired gender. I wasn’t trans by the way, just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Coming to terms with the change wasn’t easy, especially considering I never wanted to be a woman in the first place. No, all I wanted was to change back but that’s now impossible without killing me. In a stupid act of anger and hatred towards my new self, I snuck out in search of a guy who would punish this body, stupidly thinking that it would just hurt this body, not me. Boy, was I wrong.
Everything was going to plan until the voice of my old self made me change my mind, it was just supposed to be a rough fuck, a little on the abusive side, just to teach this body a lesson. Instead it turned into a brutal loss of my new form’s virginity by force.
So yeah, I’ve been here nearly four hours now, the slumbering form of my rapist pining me to his bed. What’s worse is he’s still rock hard inside me, after four hours! How the hell is that even possible? For much of the first hour afterwards, I tried to move him off me but, with virtually no leverage nor the strength needed, I couldn’t budge him an inch. I spent most of the second hour quietly crying, the emotions I had been holding back finally overwhelming me. I literally cried until I had no tears left to shed, still sobbing long after. During the third hour, I assessed my current injuries. Closing my right eye and doing my best to open the left one, I was relieved to see a blurry red glow from the numbers on the clock, a good sign that he hadn’t blinded me and my eyesight would recover. Next, my left wrist, despite sharp stabs of pain I could still move all my fingers, so, hopefully, it was at worst a minor break. Running my tongue over my bottom lip and wincing as it touches the split in it, I feel and taste dried blood I can also feel a nice big lump forming on my jaw. As quickly as I think about the pain in my stomach, I have to stop as it makes me feel nauseous but it doesn’t seem too serious. Next my breasts, I can feel the bruises already forming where he dug his fingers in, but it seems the bite on my right breast has stopped bleeding. So far, so good. I should heal OK, given time. Now for the big one, my vagina. It’s hard to tell as it’s throbbing crazily, it doesn’t help that his cock is still fully erect inside it and any slight movement from either of us sends another agonising stab through me. I don’t know if it’s real or psychological but I’m sure I can still feel his semen in my womb.
The fourth hour has been the worst, purely because that was when my mind began to wonder what was coming next. Would he wake up and climb off me, giving me a chance to escape? Would he rape me again? Would he forcefully take my anal virginity too? Beat me? Tie me up and strip me, using me as his living sex doll until he became bored and killed me? Nearly an hour of thoughts like that swirling around my head was driving me towards insanity. I couldn’t help but wonder if my stupid, idiotic mistake would prove fatal...
I feel a strange sensation in my pussy and realise that he’s finally, slowly starting to go soft. The mixture of his semen and my virginal blood gluing us together and forcing me to shrink with him. He stirs and wakes, lifting himself up to look down and laugh at me. “Still here?” he sneers before yanking his cock from my body, making me cry out as the “glue” suddenly gives way and pain shoots from my hole. I’m not sure if it’s fresh blood or his spunk, but I can feel something warm leaking from my sore and battered pussy. He stands at the foot of the bed, still sneering as I feebly pull my top back down, the large tear in it nearly exposing my right nipple, and cover my pussy lips with my hand in a vain attempt to soothe it.
“Not bad for a first timer,” he says coldly, grabbing his wallet from somewhere within reach. “you make a good twenty quid whore.” With that he pulls two ten pound notes from his wallet and throws them at me, accidentally tossing a packet of a certain blue pill with them (Now I know why he stayed hard for so long), I’m about to throw the money back at him when I realise that I’ve got nothing with me, no money or phone and I have no idea how far from the institute I am, so I reluctantly put it in my top by my left breast. “Now get the fuck out of here, you cheap bitch.” He stomps into the bathroom and starts to pee as I tentatively climb off the bed and stagger painfully towards the door. “Thanks for the fuck! Might recommend you to my friends!” He shouts from the bathroom as I stagger past. I open the door and make my way painfully to the lift, only to find it out of order. Heading to the stairway, I slowly make my way down to the ground floor, each step sending a sharp shock of pain through my body and eventually I emerge onto the street, a cold wind blowing straight up my skirt and making my pussy throb angrily. Through tear filled eyes I look around, getting my bearings, only to realise that I’m only a few hundred yards from a very familiar quayside. I stagger towards it, my knees give way making me fall and scrape them painfully on the pavement. I sit and cry, I can’t take any more even though safety is not far away. Finally gathering my strength, I stand and stumble towards the chain link fence that surrounds the institute’s grounds, using it to help me reach the guards house at the entrance and hoping it’s one of the friendlier guards on duty. About 100 yards away from the entrance, my exhausted body finally succumbs and I start to fall, thankfully I’m caught by a pair of strong arms and I hear a voice say “Charley! What the hell’s happened?” It’s Dave’s voice, one of the guards I’ve grown quite friendly and close to (and unfortunately for me, he’s very happily married), I feel myself being lifted up and carried somewhere, my battered body and traumatised mind making me say “I’m an idiot...” over and over like a mantra. I’m lowered onto something very comfortable (there’s a sofa in the guardhouse for visitors to sit on whilst they wait) and I pass out, the last thing I hear is Dave practically shouting that he needs a medical team to the guardhouse now...
I sit up in bed, screaming as the nightmare fades, my mind reliving the terrible events from earlier that day. Poor Sally, who had been dozing in a chair next to the bed in the medical room, nearly jumps out of her skin. She grabs a nearby phone and dials, telling the person on the other end that I’m awake. As she puts down the phone, I realise I can’t see through my left eye and raise my hand to my face, finding something cold and plastic covering the left side of my face from just above my eye down to my chin.
“it’s a compress,” Sally says, soothingly. “to help bring the swelling down.”
“I can’t feel anything.” I state, realising I’ve just touched my face with my injured hand but felt no pain, my voice quivering with worry.
“That’ll be the morphine,” Sally replies, indicating the IV drip by the right side of the bed, the tube leading to a needle entering a vein in my right hand. “you were pretty beaten up.”
“How bad do I look?” I ask, half jokingly half with concern.
Sally holds up a small mirror, I see the blue compress on my face and that my lip has been cleaned up. “The doctor says you should heal without any scarring, so that’s good.”
“What about the rest of me?”
“The bruises on your breasts and stomach will heal naturally, thankfully the bite on your right breast was fairly shallow so it should heal without trace. Your wrist is badly sprained and you’ve been cleaned out down below, after they took a sample for DNA testing of course, which reminds me...” she hands me a small round white pill. “you’d better take this.”
“What is it?” I ask, looking at it curiously.
“The morning after pill, whoever did this to you came inside you unprotected. You don’t want to get pregnant I should imagine?”
“Too right,” I say, swallowing the pill with a little water. “I’m definitely not ready for that just yet. Why did they take a sample?”
“To find out who did this to you and bring them to justice. For all we know, you might not be the only one he’s attacked.”
“How will they find out? Don’t they need special permission or something?”
“The company’s links with the Government allow it unlimited access to every database in the UK, some others around the world too. They’ll find him.” She rests her hand reassuringly on my shoulder. “I take it you didn’t ask his name?”
“No,” I shake my head, feeling stupid. “I wasn’t thinking straight. For all I know, his name could be...”
“Jack Thompson.” A familiar voice from the doorway states, making both Sally and I jump. “36, lorry driver, questioned several times by the Police in various parts of the country over alleged sexual offences. No convictions due to lack of evidence. Currently lives just down the road.” Mr Knight steps forward, holding a photo out to me. Mr Bridge and the therapist follow him into the room. “is this him?”
“Yes.” I nod, the image sending a cold shiver down my spine.
“Get the boys on it.” Says Mr Knight to Mr Bridge, who nods at the guard outside the room, the guard walks away.
Mr Knight reaches out to touch my hand and something snaps in my mind, making me cry out and scramble back towards the headboard of the bed, nearly ripping the IV line from my hand. I hug my knees to my chest, shivering violently.
“Charley, it’s OK,” Mr Knight begins. “we’re not mad at you for sneaking out, you made a mistake, that’s all...” again he reaches for me and I whimper loudly.
“Steven,” says Mr Bridge. “I think we should back off, she’s clearly traumatised.” A part of my now fragmented mind blinks at this statement, unused to such a fatherly attitude from Mr Bridge.
“You’re right.” Mr Knight agrees, stepping back and leaning against the wall.
The therapist sits in the chair by the bed, gently resting her hand on mine. “Charley, we need you to tell us what happened, do you feel up to that?”
I nod, taking a moment to compose myself. “I... I... he...” I stammer, the full memory of last night floods into my mind like a high speed reel and I burst into tears, hiding my face behind my knees. “I can’t! I can’t!”
The therapist gently strokes my hair soothingly, “it’s OK, Charley, it’s still a bit raw. We’ll try again later, ok?”
I nod, still hiding my face and sniffling. “Gentlemen, I think we should leave her to recover for a while.”
I hear them quietly leave the room, only relaxing when I hear their footfalls recede. I lay on my right side and stare blankly at the wall, Sally gently puts her hand on my arm from behind. “Charley, are you ok?” she asks.
“No,” I respond with a sob. “I’m an idiot.”
The more I think about what happened, the more I blame, and withdraw into, myself. Over the course of the next week, despite numerous attempts, no one can bring me out of it, not the therapist, my parents, my brother, anyone. The only person yet to try was Mae but she had been away on an important two week trip with her college class and had no idea what had happened. It was decided to keep it that way until she returned so she could focus on the trip, rather than be distracted with worrying about me. I can’t sleep, every time I close my eyes the nightmare is there, waiting. I lay in bed in a completely catatonic state, unresponsive and unblinking, oblivious to everything.
By the time Mae returns and hears the news, I’ve been moved back into my room. She can’t get to me fast enough, practically taking the room’s door off it’s hinges as she bursts in, leaping on the bed, throwing her arms around me in a huge hug and holding me tight, telling me over and over “I’m here.”
For the first time in days I stir, turning to look at her as she leans back a little, her arms still wrapped around me. “Mom, seriously, what happened?” she says.
“M-Mom?” a frown appearing on my face (which I should say is free of the compress and only showing slight bruising now).
“Well, you’re my parent and you’re female. I can’t exactly call you ‘dad’ anymore, can I?”
My daughter’s sense of humour has always been my Achilles heel, no matter how bad my mood she could always cheer me up. I look at her, the first tears in a week welling up in my eyes. “Oh Pickle (my nickname for her), I’m an idiot.”
“No you’re not,” she grins at me, “now, come on, tell me everything.”
I take a deep breath, steeling myself. As soon as the first words leave my mouth, I start to cry, recounting the entire incident, the words flowing as fast as my tears. I tell her everything, every tiny detail, every sensation, every fear and pain. By the time I’m finished, I can see tears welling in her eyes, she pulls me close an simply says “it’s OK, we’ll get the bastard.”
After a long hug, we start talking again, she tells me all about her trip, how things are going with her boyfriend, anything and everything to keep my mind off what happened. As it comes time for her to go, she tells me I shouldn’t blame myself for what happened, I nod sadly but, for some reason, not even she can convince me that it wasn’t my fault.
Over the next two months everything changed. First of all, it was reported on the local news that a certain Jack Thompson had disappeared, the circumstances hinting at foul play. Two weeks later his body was found 20 miles downriver, an alleged suicide note found wrapped in Clingfilm in his pocket. Any mention of his name in the institute was quickly hushed, leading me to believe they had something to do with it, but I never found out the truth.
At first, I couldn’t bear to be alone in a room with any man, no matter how well I knew or trusted them. It took the therapist over three weeks, multiple sessions per day to get me to a point that I could finally stand it for even a few minutes. I was still having the nightmare, it wasn’t every night now but still most of them. Frequent visits from my family had raised my spirits, I was slowly becoming my old self, though my insistence on blaming myself for the incident was slowing my progress. Many recent sessions had ended with me storming out after I had screamed and shouted at the therapist that it WAS my fault and she could never understand. I would often trash my room in a fit of rage afterwards. When the guards came to restrain me, I would throw punches wildly and accuse them of wanting to tie me up so they could take turns to rape me too or strip off and tell them to tie me up and fuck me. Due to the unstable condition of my mind, my therapist recommended that I start to take the contraceptive pill, just in case I actually acted on any ideas that involved sex. After one particularly violent fit of anger from me, the therapist finally admitted defeat, stating that a different approach was needed.
It all changed when a renowned German hypnotherapist, Dr Langstrom, was brought in to assess my case. She had been experimenting with a new kind of hypnotherapy designed to help victims of SA and rape to escape their trauma and lead as normal a life as possible. She had been getting incredible results, 98% of her patients had become almost completely free of their fears and traumas.
At first, she would get the patient to recount the event whilst under hypnosis so they could go into explicit detail, without the additional trauma that talking about it would normally cause. Then she would use multiple sessions to turn the memory into a dream/nightmare. Lastly, she would convince the patient’s mind that the nightmare was just that, a nightmare, an evil concoction of the subconscious mind. Once complete, although not completely free of the trauma, it was reduced to a level that had only a little effect on their lives.
During my assessment, she discovered something disturbing.
How can I explain it in a way you can understand? Let’s see...
Basically, there were two people in my mind, Leon and Charlotte. Since the change, Charlotte had been growing in strength whilst Leon was getting weaker. All the exploration of my new body, every masturbation session, every time I posed naked in the mirror, all of it was, in fact, Charlotte spreading her web through my mind, quietly taking over the various areas of my brain. The fantasies about Anthony were her attempts to fully take control of my mind. Leon, on the other hand, was steadily becoming an angry incel, fighting back when he could but unable to do much as the hope of returning to my old self was acting like a barrier keeping him in check. When that hope disappeared, he was unleashed, now an angry, vicious creature. The anger he contained made him too strong for Charlotte to resist, he effectively beat her into a corner, reducing her control and influence on me. The night I was raped he was in control the whole time, it was he who made me to seduce Jack, waiting for the right moment to make me turn the situation to what it became. Put simply, he planned for me to be raped. It left Charlotte extremely vulnerable, Leon took the chance to convince her that it was her fault (that’s what he was doing whilst I was catatonic), telling her over and over that she caused it, it was all her doing. Once she was completely convinced, he allowed her to resume control but stayed in the shadows, whispering to her, maintaining her belief that she was the guilty one. That’s why I was unable to let go of my guilt, nut i would never recover until I did. For Charlotte to survive, Leon had to die.
Using her technique, Langstrom convinced me that I was not Leon, that I never had been. He was a different person entirely, someone I had once been close to, and he was dead. It took quite a few sessions but eventually It worked, I was free of the guilt and fully female in mind and body. Leon had breathed his last. After another 90 hours of therapy (3 hours a day for 30 days) the memory of my rape nothing more than a nightmare. It only took another 3 sessions to convince my mind that the nightmare was merely a nightmare and therefore, not real.
To say the change in me was spectacular would be an understatement, I was finally, well and truly Charlotte.
Amongst other changes, one thing that came back was my sex drive and it did so with gusto. The first morning after my last session with Langstrom, I woke up extremely horny. Bear in mind I hadn’t done anything sexual since that night, my desire was raring to go and my body was hungry for it. Opening the bedside table drawer, I take out a picture of Anthony that I had saved from the magazine, staring at it and slipping my hand under the bedsheets towards my pussy. I start to play with my pussy lips, stroking and teasing them whilst transfixed with the photo. “Mmmmmm Anthony, you fucking stud!” I moan out loud as my movements become more urgent, slipping two fingers inside me and teasing my clit with my thumb. “God I want you so bad!” I close my eyes as I finger myself, imagining him stood by the bed, naked and watching as I pleasure myself over his naked form. “Oh God, yes!” I slide my fingers in deeper, teasing my g spot and I remember that I’m not a virgin anymore. Withdrawing my hand I reach into the drawer again, pulling out a pink vibrator and switch it on. I reach down and place the tip against my clit, gasping as sparks of pleasure shoot through me. “Fuuuuuuuck yes!” my moans and cries grow louder as the vibrations drive me crazy, my pussy spasming as my orgasm hurtles towards me. I cum hard, groaning loudly and shaking all over, the pleasure intensifies as I hold the vibrator on my clit. I scream and writhe as wave after wave of bliss rolls over my body. “oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” I drop the vibrator, unable to take any more and moaning contentedly as my body recovers. Eventually, I climb off of bed and head to the shower, feeling the need to clean up. I spot the suction dildo still stuck on the mirror and pull it off, taking it into the shower with me. As I wash my body, the sponge contacting with my sensitive nipples and clit rekindle my lust, only this time I need something different, I need penetration. Sticking the dildo to the wall, I line the cockhead to my entrance and breathe deeply, steadying my nerves. I start to slide myself back onto it, expecting pain but only feeling a strange but pleasurable sensation of being filled, the dildo slipping easily inside my slick hole. I slide all the way down until it fills me completely and I pause, allowing myself to get used to the feeling. “So this is what it’s supposed to feel like...” I gasp, stroking my breasts as I build the nerve to start fucking the dildo. I move slowly at first, gasping as new sensations fill my mind and body. I gather pace, increasing the tempo until I find a good rhythm. “Holy shit! This feels amazing!” I play with my nipples as I fuck myself with the toy, my gasps echoing around the cubicle and growing louder with each movement. I close my eyes, thinking about my precious Anthony, imagining that it’s him slamming his hard cock into me, deeper, harder and faster with each thrust. “Fuck me, Anthony! Fuck me! Make me yours!” I start to fuck the dildo even faster, my orgasm growing rapidly, I push against the opposite wall, shoving myself onto the dildo hard. “Oh fuck! Anthony! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!” I cum incredibly hard, my body spasms wildly and I grip the wall for support, screaming as pleasure smashes over my body.
My legs give way and I drop to the floor, taking the dildo with me. As I land, the dildo slams inside me, causing another intense orgasm to hit. I collapse on the floor, my body quivering and my mind blanking with the sheer bliss I’m feeling. Eventually coming down, I gasp and pant, slowly pulling the dildo out of me and leaning against the wall as I sit on the floor. “Oh my God!” I pant hard “I think I’m going to enjoy my new life!”
Finally recovered, I wash myself and dry off, heading to the wardrobe I pick out a nice flowery summer dress, some lacy underwear and sandals to match. I dry my hair and put on a little make up before dressing. I look at my reflection in the mirror, turning and giggling as my dress swishes with my movements. Its strange really, a few weeks ago I hated being like this, now I loved it.
The intercom buzzes, I open the door to see... “Sally!” I beam happily, hugging her. “is it time for the meeting?”
“Sure is,” she replies, a bit taken aback with my jovial mood. “you seem rather happy.”
“That’s probably...” I step out of my room and close the door, dropping my key into a clutch purse. “because I’ve just had three of the most amazing orgasms I’ve ever had!” I giggle, practically skipping next to her as she leads me to the meeting room.
“Well, that’s certainly one way to start the day.” She remarks, chuckling.
Sally opens the door for me and I breeze into the room, she shakes her head chuckling as she closes it behind me. “Well, if it isn’t my two favourite well dressed men!” I say to Mr Knight and Mr Bridge, my face sparkling. “and my brilliant therapist!” I take the empty chair next to the therapist and put my purse on the table, crossing my legs and smiling.
“I’m glad to see you in such high spirits, Charley.” Mr Knight says before sliding a piece of paper towards me. “the time has come to prepare for your new life outside the institute, this is our proposal...”
I take the paper and read it, it says...
£500,000 compensation payment
£2000 per month for life or as long as the company is running
A brand new house (it’s located on a new estate that has been built a few minutes drive from my parents house), fully furnished and decorated to your specifications.
On the provision that you will...
Agree to never speak to any media agencies about the circumstances of your new life
Deny of any knowledge/dealings with Knightsbridge Inc.
Attend yearly check-ups at the institute.
“That’s very generous...” I say, a little taken aback. “what about when I get a job, get married or have children?”
“you will still receive the same, we only ask that you allow us to monitor any pregnancies, just in case.” Mr Bridge says, a friendly smile on his face.
“Fine by me, do you expect any complications if I have kids?”
“No, now your DNA is stable there shouldn’t be any problems, it’s just as a precaution.”
“Then it’s a deal.” I smile in agreement.
“it’ll be a few months until the house is ready, we’ll organise a meeting for you to view a virtual model of the house that you to can alter with your desired furniture and decoration.”
“Sounds great.”
“Good, I’ll get the legal department to get paperwork ready.”
“In the next few weeks we’ll get your backstory and documents set up, we’ll also be publishing an obituary for your former self in due course. There is also the funeral to organise.” Mr Knight states. “there’s one other thing we would like to do...”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“We’d like to organise a series of social events, to help you acclimatise to your new life.” The therapist replies.
“What sort of events?”
“Parties, nights out to pubs and clubs, intimate dinners, that kind of thing.”
“Sounds like a good idea, though...” I look at her with a little nervousness. “I’m not sure I could manage it on my own.”
“Part of the proposition is a chaperone, one of the guards that’s around your physical age.”
“it’s all at the company’s expense.” Mr Knight states, “you’ll be given a credit card for any expenses and transport will be provided.”
“Wow! OK.” I look surprised. “do you have anyone particular in mind?”
“Yes, Andrew, do you know him?”
Andrew was one of the newer guards at the institute, he started there just before the incident that turned me into my present form. We had got to know each other quite well. He was kind of cute.
“Yes, I know him quite a bit.” I nod. “When do you propose starting these events?”
“This weekend, actually.” Mr Bridge replies. “I’m holding a cocktail party at my home for our investors.”
“A cocktail party?” a nervous look sweeps over my face. “That’s a lot of people.”
“we thought it best to start with something big, a situation you’ll most likely only find yourself in a few times.” The therapist states.
“OK, I’m game. I’ll need a cocktail dress though.”
“Sally already has a ***********ion ready for you to choose from, they’ll be in your room when you return to it.”
“You think of everything,” I chuckle. “what’s next on the agenda?”
“Nothing until tomorrow, we’d like you to think of the kind of backstory you’d like.”
“I’ll get right on it.”
“Meeting adjourned.” Says Mr Bridge.
(I know what you lot are thinking, do I end up sleeping with Andrew? Well, a little spoiler for you. Yes, I do. I’m not saying any more as I don’t want to spoil it too much here. Anyway, you’ll have to wait to see what happens.)
I spend most of the remaining time until the party learning how to be a woman. I practise various make up techniques, etiquette, even movements by following various creators with videos on YouTube. I learn how to walk in high heels, starting with shallow wide ones and working my way up to “neckbreaker” stilettos. With so much spare time on my hands now, I go from being a complete novice to, not an expert but, quite knowledgeable in a very short space of time. Going through the dresses Sally has gathered, I choose a form fitting, strapless, red sequined dress with a slit up one side that shows an ample amount of my leg and low neckline that amplifies my cleavage. Closer to the day, Sally brings a ***********ion of jewellery for me to try and I settle on a gorgeous diamond necklace with matching clip on earrings (I haven’t been brave enough to have them pierced yet). A hairstylist is brought in and shows me various styles on a photofit, allowing to see what I’ll look like with each one. I make my choice (no spoilers) and organise a time for her to come back on the day of the party. I still have a couple of sessions with the therapist but the conversation is now mostly about what I plan to do once I leave the institute.
I just want point out right now, that nothing that happens was intended by any party involved, not the CEOs, the therapist, myself or Andrew. As far as any of us were concerned, he was merely my chaperone, just there to look after me and guide me. I will admit though that over that first week I had been looking at him in a new light, realising I found him VERY attractive.
The night of the party arrives and, more through luck than judgement, I’m giving myself a final check over in the mirror when Andrew buzzes the intercom, thankfully, the hair stylist had done my hair earlier that evening.
“Just a second. “ I say through the mic, just wanting to have one last quick check. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my fiery red hair cascading down in long curls, partially covering the left side of my face (I’m still a little conscious even though the bruises have long gone) and over my shoulder. The way the dress accentuates my curves, drawing attention to my deep cleavage, a slit along the right side of the skirt showing off my thigh and the curve of my leg. Delicate black silk gloves stretch from my elbow to my fingertips and a pair of strappy red leather stilettos give me extra height. The diamond necklace and earrings bringing a touch of glamour and my sparse make up (except for some cherry red lipstick) accentuates my natural beauty. Think Jessica Rabbit but with curly hair.
“Better than mortal man deserves.” I giggle at my reflection, spraying a little perfume over me, especially into my cleavage (rumour has it that it draws attention to it) before heading for the door and grabbing a red leather purse. Poor Andrew doesn’t know where to look first when I open it, I see his eyes flicker over my body and an uncomfortable look appears on his face as his body involuntarily responds to my rather glamorous and sexy (if I say so myself) appearance.
Without thinking, I immediately start flirting with him. “It’s OK,” I tell him, running my forefinger down his chest. “you can adjust yourself if you need to.”
I giggle as he turns and adjusts the trousers of his tuxedo. “I actually take it as a compliment.” I whisper in his ear. More comfortable, he turns back to me and offers his arm. I link my arm through his and we head to the institute’s entrance. “May I just say,” he begins, “you look... Wow!”
“I’m glad you like it,” I respond, adding a cute flutter of my eyelashes. “You look pretty stunning yourself.” making him blush. As we walk we make idle chitchat and Andrew cracks a few silly jokes that make me giggle, he also tells me that some of the other guards have been poking his ribs about being set up on a date with the (and i quote) sexiest woman in the institute (their words not mine). Hearing this makes me want to defend my Knight in tailored tuxedo and I can’t help but flirt with him. We get stunned looks from people as we pass and cat calls from some of the guards. “Enjoy your date, you lucky dog!” One of them calls after us. “Don’t worry,” I call back, “I will!” the other guards laughing at my response as the guard looks confused.
We exit the institute, Andrew holding the door open for me before escorting me to the waiting limousine and again, opening the door and helping me climb in before getting in himself. I sit near the middle of the large seat whilst Andrew sits by the door, I pat the seat next to me, encouraging him to sit closer.
“That might not be a good idea, Charley.” He says, nervously.
“why not?” I ask, pouting innocently.
He sighs, “I’ll be honest,” he says, “with you looking like that, I might not be able to behave.
“So?”
“It’s not part of the assignment,” he says, “I’m supposed to look after you and keep you safe.”
“Isn’t part of it to make sure I have a good time too?”
“I guess...” he shrugs.
“And what if part of me having a good time involves getting a little up close and personal?” I flutter my eyelashes seductively.
He considers for a moment “Can’t argue with that logic.” He replies and slides across the seat, getting very close. I can feel his nervousness, a similar feeling riddles my own body.
“See? I don’t bite... yet.” I tease, leaning against him.
We continue talking as the limo whisks us towards Mr Bridge’s house, he tells me he’s going into the army soon and he’s just waiting for his orders to head to boot camp in a couple of month’s time. I tell him about my plans after I leave the institute. I can’t help but notice a spark between us, in fact, we’re so engrossed in each other that neither of us notice we’ve arrived until the driver opens the door for us. I get out of the car and that’s when the nerves really set in. It’s not a house, it’s a mansion, a bloody big one at that! I should add that it’s very true that women feel emotions to a much stronger extent than men, they’re not overreacting, it’s in their nature and it’s hard to control. This was something I only just starting to understand and get used to.
There are a lot of people there, way more than I was expecting and I mean WAAAAAAAAAAAY more. I can feel panic rising fast in me, my heart races. Unaware, Andrew offers me his arm and I literally clamp myself to it making him yelp.
“Charley! What’s wrong?” he says, his voice a little higher than usual both with concern and pain.
“I can’t do it.” I reply, my voice quivering with fear. “What if I say the wrong thing? What if they can see what I really am?”
He gently extracts himself from my grip and gently puts his hands on my shoulders, turning me to face him. “What they’ll see is the beautiful and amazing woman you are.” He says, confidently. “I just hope there aren’t any single guys that will try and steal you away from me here.” A sly smile on his face.
His words and humour soothe me, “Thank you.” I take a deep breath, steadying my nerves and my composure returns. “I’m still getting the hang of things.”
“Ready?” he asks, reoffering his arm. I take it, still gripping a little tightly, but not to hard and nod.
“Let’s do this.” I say with a smile, his closeness making me feel safe.
The evening goes very well, despite my initial nervousness. Andrew was the perfect gentleman, always making sure I was OK and keeping me out of trouble. Most of the people we spoke to assumed we were a young couple who were yet to tie the not so we just ran with it, it also helped to keep away any of the single men, though to be honest it was obvious they were playboys and if I had gone with any of them I’d have just become another notch on the bedpost. Besides, none of them looked half as good as Andrew in his tuxedo. Frankly, I was starting to fall for him.
Back at the institute, he escorts me to my room. I try to walk slowly, not wanting the evening to end but, alas, it has to. We say our goodbyes and I kiss him on the cheek, he blushes and I can see he is aroused, I consider inviting him in but before I can he makes his excuses and heads back to his own room. It’s blatantly obvious what he’s going to do when he gets back there and I know some of you are probably thinking I should be disgusted at the thought of him masturbating over me but, in truth, I was going to do the same over him and I don’t believe in double standards.
I get ready for bed before slipping into a silk nightie (just a nightie, I only wear panties to bed when I have the Curse. Why this is important will become apparent later.) and sliding between the sheets, my mind wandering to the thought of Andrew stroking himself furiously and shooting large ropes of semen into the air whilst calling my name. The image pushes me over the edge and I use my clit sucker and a dildo to bring myself to four orgasms before falling into a contented sleep.
I awake and have a shower, dressing for breakfast and heading to the dining room. I see Andrew in his uniform and try to catch his eye but miss my chance. As I finish my coffee I think of last night and Andrew looking dashing in his tuxedo, I can’t help but decide that I want to be with him and that I’ll do anything to get him.
Contrary to any vicious rumours I did not return to my room and put on my best dress, I did not put on any make up , nor did I apply my most alluring perfume or go for a walk around the entire institute hoping to bump into Andrew at all, honest (yeah, I’m lying through my teeth). Unable to find him anywhere, I innocently ask the duty guard where he is, only to be informed that one of the guards has fallen sick, that Andrew will now be covering the night shift and has gone back to bed. I spend the rest of the day going for a swim, reading a romance novel in the grounds and planning how I can happen to appear at the guardhouse to, innocently, see if he wants a little company on his lonely shift. At 11.30pm (he’d been on shift for 4 ½ hours by then), dressed in a cute but slightly revealing dress, I head to the guardhouse, only to get within 200 yards of it and chicken out, worried that I might make myself look too eager after the party last night (D’oh!).
On my way to my session with the therapist I see Andrew, we catch each other’s eye in passing and share a smile. The conversation is all about the party, I tell the therapist all about it, my nervousness, how Andrew reassured me and that he was the perfect gentleman. I didn’t say anything to her about my feelings towards him but I think my slightly overexcited anticipation of our next outing may have aroused her suspicions.
The next morning things take an interesting turn. As far as I knew, our next outing was a night at a local pub the coming weekend, with some of the other guards and staff from the institute, not a big group but a fair few. So you can imagine my surprise when I open the door to find that it’s not Sally who’s there but Andrew. You may not think much of that but, and here’s the thing, because I thought it would be Sally, I didn’t put anything on over the sheer nightie I’m still wearing from last night. The EXTREMELY sheer nightie, the one that leaves literally nothing to the Imagination (remember the no panties thing?). Andrew is currently getting an unintentional eyeful of my body and is having a very hard (literally) time tearing his eyes away.
Remembering what I’m wearing and realising that anyone else who passes will get an eyeful too, I usher him into my room and close the door, making a half hearted attempt to cover myself, partly because he’s already seen everything but also because I want him to see. “What are you doing here?” I ask, blushing furiously.
He manages to look me in the eye. “W-well, when I gave my report on the party, they thought it’d help with your nervousness if we upped the amount of outings,“ he swallows hard, clearly fighting to keep his focus on my face. “So I suggested that I take you out for the day, take in the city sights. Didn’t they tell you?”
“No, they didn’t,“ I don’t know why but I laugh and look at him, a cheeky smile on my lips. “I like that idea, just let me get dressed and we’ll go.”
“I’ll wait outside.” He says, starting to walk to the door. A naughty thought pops in my mind.
“Don’t be silly,” I say, grabbing his hand. “I can get dressed in the bathroom.” I lead him to the bed, indicating for him to sit down. “You can sit here.”
I collect some clothes from the wardrobe and head into the bathroom, leaving the door open (and feeling very thankful that I had already washed y face and brushed my teeth today). You see, I picked that spot for him to sit specifically because he will see everything as I get dressed in the mirror (naughty girl, huh?). I make sure to attract his attention as I dress, even accidentally dropping my bra so I can bend over and give him a good view of my pussy from behind.
I finally walk out of the bathroom, dressed in a light blue summer dress with black lacy lingerie underneath, I sit next to Andrew on the bed as I put on some cute blue heels, noticing how he’s trying to hide the large bulge in his jeans and smiling to myself. I stand up and offer him my hand. “ready? Big Boy.” I emphasise big boy, hinting that I know what he’s trying to hide. He Takes my hand and gets up, his bulge very prominent (he really is a big boy, believe me!) and we head out into the city.
We spend a lovely day together, taking in the sights, having lunch in one of the older pubs and finally having a long, romantic walk along the river. As we head back to the institute, we pass a shop with a huge teddy bear in the window and I exclaim at how cute it is. Andrew laughs in that way that guys do when girls do things like that and I give him a playful punch in the arm for his cheekiness. As we part next to the door of my room I watch him walk away, staring at his ass in his tight jeans, he catches me staring as he turns to look back at me and I blush profusely, diving into my room, giggling with embarrassment. As usual, I bring myself to orgasm several times before falling asleep, my mind full of thoughts of Andrew, some of them are even clean.
A few days later, the intercom buzzes and outside my door is the huge teddy we saw in the shop window, a note stuck in the bow around it’s neck. It says simply “Cuddle me, A.” with an X as a kiss at the end.
I enjoy the night at the pub, dressed in a simple jumper and tight jeans, playing pool and darts with the others. It’s fair to say that I’m not much of a one for some pub sports anymore, I discover I’m pretty average at pool but I’m lethal at darts, nearly hitting the poor guy chalking the scores (that was my best throw!) and deciding that it’s probably best if I stick to spectating. I try to stay close to Andrew without crowding him, smiling when he pulls me in for a hug, something that happens more and more as the pints go down. At one point, one of the other guards gives my ass a hard, but playfully intended, swat as I bend over to take my shot and Andrew immediately steps in, telling him to apologise and that I wasn’t a piece of meat. My heart flutters at his protectiveness and I give him a kiss on the cheek as thanks, strong enough to leave a lipstick mark that he’s in no hurry to remove. We end up outside my door again, a rather tipsy Andrew hugging me for the umpteenth time (not that I was complaining), and slurring in my ear that he loved me (In case you’re wondering, I had also given him a big kiss on the cheek to thank him for the bear when he came to collect me), before being helped back to his room by two of the other guards. As they stagger away I hear one of them ask him when he’s going to make his move, I don’t hear his response but it garners a hearty laugh from the two others, one of them calling him a “wuss”. Due to it being my time of the month I avoid doing anything naughty, as I learnt early on how messy that can get, though Andrew is in my thoughts as usual as I drift off to sleep, happily cuddled up to a certain giant teddy bear.
Over the next week, we start to spend more time together, meeting for lunch and dinner most days and I spend a few hours with him on his two night shifts in the guardhouse. On his day off he takes me bowling, which I’m marginally better at than I am at darts. That weekend we go for dinner in the most expensive restaurant in the city and by now I’m gagging for him, to say I was rather unsubtle with my hints would be an understatement and a half, ordering certain drinks with sex related names whilst winking at him, comments about his “big portion” when our food came, eating my own food in the most sexually suggestive way I could. Hell, I even rubbed my shoeless foot on his crotch when he asked if there was anything in particular I was looking forward to in the future.
Outside my door we hug each other as usual and I take my chance, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for a long kiss. At first I expect him to pull away but a little to my surprise he kisses me back, wrapping his arms around my waist. We break the kiss and gaze into each other’s eyes, our mutual feelings very obvious. I open the door and we practically fall into the room as we resume kissing, this time with passion and urgency. I start to pull off his clothes, my mind giving a running commentary as I do. “So long tie!” the voice in my head says “bye bye jacket!” we half stumble as I undo his trousers and push them down, whilst he unzips my dress and let’s it fall to the floor, kissing each other hungrily the whole time. His shirt comes off in a flurry of buttons, my shoes bounce off the wall as I kick them off. We tumble onto the bed and I scramble into the middle as Andrew pulls off his shoes and socks before joining me, kissing me passionately as I pull him towards me. With one expert flick of his fingers he undoes my bra and it flies off into the room as I throw it, his hands immediately move to my breasts and he starts to caress and squeeze them gently, teasing my nipples as our tongues meet in our mouths. Understanding my hints he rolls us so I’m on top and I break the kiss, panting with desire. I kiss my way down his body, teasing his nipples a working my way down to his bulging boxers. Grinning at him I start to pull them off, squealing with delight as his semi-hard cock springs up (he’s a good and thick 8 inches at the moment) before pulling them off completely and crawling my way back up his body until my mouth is directly above his swelling manhood. Taking it in my fingertips I lift it and lick the shaft, twirling my tongue around the head and back down it’s length, repeating my movements on his shaft a few more times before taking the head into my mouth, looking up at him with innocent eyes as I slide my mouth down. He leans his head back and let’s out a loud groan as I start to bob my head on his cock, working my mouth down his shaft, inch by inch, eventually letting it slip into my throat. He grips the bedsheets as he watches me deepthroat his now fully erect cock (it’s now 9 inches and thick as a baby’s arm), his eyes widening as I flutter my eyelashes whilst taking his cock deep in my throat, holding it and repeating, holding it in my throat longer each time. His hips start to buck and he has to pull me off his throbbing manhood to avoid cumming to quickly. He pulls me up for a long, passionate kiss before rolling me onto my back, kissing my neck and working his way down to my breasts. He kisses them in decreasing circles, first the left one, then the right until finally taking my left nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling it, whilst caressing at teasing my right one with his fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Switching to my right nipple, he repeats his actions, a loud groan escapes my lips as he teases and sucks on my rock hard flesh and teases the other, pinching it gently and rubbing the erect nub. A large shudder ripples through my body and he starts to make his way further down, licking and kissing my stomach and navel. Reaching the top of my panties, he grips them in his teeth and slowly pulls them off with a growl that would have made me laugh if I wasn’t so desperate for him to get to grips with my pussy. He teases me by kissing his way up the inside of my legs, alternating between each one as he works his way higher and higher, eventually reaching my wet lips. He teases me more by kissing the skin around my pussy until I’m begging him to touch it. He licks the outside of my lips with the lightest of touches, making me squirm and squeal with a mixture of frustration and excitement. I reach down, gently but urgently tugging at his head and looking at him with pleading eyes. He grins back at me and starts to work his mouth and tongue on my pussy with vigour, licking and sucking my clit and lips, probing my hole with tip of his tongue. I squirm and writhe, gasping and groaning as he continues, my fingers running through his hair. He sucks on my pussy lips as he fucks my hole with his tongue, my muscles quivering as my orgasm barrels towards me. I let out a loud scream as the blissful orgasm hits, gripping his head tightly with my hands as I spasm and cry out, my thighs clamping against him as he sucks and gulps down my juices. Finally releasing him, I flop back on the bed, gasping and giggling, little orgasmic aftershocks making my body twitch and quiver. He starts to kiss his way back up my body, leaving little patches of my juices in his wake. As he reaches my breasts he gives each nipple a light lick, sending sparks of bliss through me. Reaching my face he kisses me deeply and I can taste myself on his lips, I wrap my arms around his neck, intensifying the kiss as I feel the head of his throbbing cock nudge my entrance. Moving my hips a little to give him better access, I look up at him, gazing lustfully into his eyes. “fuck me.” I tell him, watching as he looks and reaches down to properly aim his cockhead at my soaking, hungry hole. As he starts to slide inside me I get a sudden flashback from my rape and tense up (I was told this could happen, as I would never be completely free of the trauma), Sensing my apprehension, he pauses and looks back at me, fully aware of what had happened in the past. “Are you ok?” he asks, a little concern on his face. I nod, “yes but... do you mind if I go on top?” I ask. Without a word of answer he slips his arms underneath me and rolls us over looking up at me with a grin. I reach down between us and put his cockhead to my waiting entrance, slowly sliding my way down until he’s fully buried inside me. I lean forward and kiss him deeply before starting to ride him, little gasps and squeals escape my lips as I feel his hard shaft stretching and rubbing my pussy walls. “oh God! Fuck, this feels so good!” I gasp as I slowly increase the pace and find a steady rhythm. He reaches up and caresses my swinging breasts as I ride him steadily, throwing my head back as his thick cock fills me with pleasure. “God I love your tits!” he says as he squeezes their firm flesh and teases my hard nipples with his thumbs. I gasp and grin down at his as I continue riding him, angling my hips for maximum stimulation. “Mmmmmm God I love your cock!” I tell him with a gasp, my moans growing louder and higher as I steadily fuck myself on his manhood. Returning my eyes to his, I reach down and play with his nipples as I ride him. “Mmmmm... such a huge cock! I could do this forever!” I tell him, my pussy muscles squeezing and milking his shaft. “forever...”. I feel his cock twitching inside me and he suddenly lifts me off, I pout a little as he holds me up. “I don’t want to cum just yet.” He says and starts to manoeuvre me so I’m on all fours. I feel his tongue lap at my pussy lips, his tongue probing my hole and nudging at my anus. With shudder I feel his cockhead start to slip inside me from behind, I rest my head on the bed, increasing the angle, knowing that guys love it like that. He slides all the way in, holding for a moment and enjoying the way my pussy walls grips his shaft before gripping my hips and fucking me at a similar rhythm. “you’re ass is so sexy.” He tells me, giving it a playful slap and earning a gasping giggle from me. I moan deeply as his cock stimulates my g spot, his hand giving my round cheeks a few more slaps and driving me further towards my orgasm. He continues steadily sliding his cock deep inside me and spanking me, getting slightly harder each time, encouraged by my loud pants and squeals of pleasure. His fingertip nudges my asshole, pushing me over the edge and opening the floodgates of my second orgasm. I claw the bed sheets as my pussy ripples on his shaft, my juices dripping and squirting as he continues thrusting into me through my orgasm. I let out a long, sustained Ahhhhhhhhhh! Of pleasure as his thrust add more waves of bliss. Unable to take any more I pull myself off his throbbing manhood and collapse onto my back on the bed.
Seeing his bemused look, I open my legs and beckon him over. “I’m done, but that doesn’t mean you can’t use me to finish. Go ahead, fuck me.” With a grin he slides back inside me. To my surprise he keeps the same pace, enjoying my body. He leans down and kisses me lovingly, gripping my hands with his and interlocking our fingers. He soon reaches his vinegar strokes, breaking the kiss to ask if he can cum inside me, I nod, “Go for it.” I tell him, gazing lovingly as I watch his face contort as his orgasm nears. With a final grunt he leans down and kisses me, thrusting deeply and pumping his seed into my waiting womb. Unlike the last time, this time I love the feeling of being filled by the warm, gloopy liquid, a satisfied moan escapes into Andrew’s mouth from mine as I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer and holding him until his balls are fully spent. With a final grunt, he breaks the kiss and slowly pulls out of me, laying next to me and pulling me close. I rest my head on his chest, smiling contentedly as he strokes my head and kisses the top of it lovingly.