Subject: NEW TG: Miss-placed (1/?) by Stephanie From: Stephanie Date: 1996/11/15 Message-Id: <199611152358.SAA12071@nym.alias.net> Organization: mail2news@nym.alias.net Mail-To-News-Contact: admin@nym.alias.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.stories.erotic TG: Miss-placed (1/?) So here is the start of my next story. Thanks to Marie who suggested the title. Hopefully I'm back to my regular schedule of one new episode every two weeks or so. My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525. There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put a similar page up on that site, let me know. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. Miss-placed Part One by Stephanie "You chose WHERE?!" asked Julian in utter surprise. "Dodge City. They've got some very good deals at the moment," replied his colleague, Tony. "Are you mad?" exclaimed Julian, "I want to go on vacation, not get massacred by a bunch of homicidal androids!" "I'm going as well," said Tony, "I want to live long into old age, so I wouldn't risk my life simply for some excitement, would I?" Julian was beginning to regret leaving the arranging of his upcoming vacation to Tony. Much to Julian's surprise and apprehension, Tony had booked them into a two-week stay in the robot-populated pleasure town, Dodge City. Five years ago, the two friends wouldn't have been able to afford a single day there. That had been before a huge failure in the central mainframe had sent the androids on a murderous spree that had killed nearly fifty guests in the fake wild-west town. Dodge City had only reopened a few months earlier, and bookings were understandably scarce. "But what if the robots start killing again?" Julian protested. "Last time, the management of Dodge City barely avoided jail. If it happened again, they'd be shut away for a very long time. So they'd make absolutely sure the guests were perfectly safe before reopening the place, wouldn't they?" "That does makes sense." Julian admitted. Tony could tell Julian was warming to the idea. "Also, they have a new system that totally protects us from anything short of a missile strike." "What's that?" "You'll see," replied Tony with a smug grin. * * * * * * * * * * * * Dodge City had been built out in an area that was still virtually unpopulated. Julian had plenty of time on the ground-skimmer flight to watch the guide to the Wild West town. "Welcome to Dodge City!" chirped the terminally happy female voice. "Where the past springs into life!" Images of Dodge City in action appeared on the 3DTV. "Here, you can indulge in your fantasies. You can be a Sheriff or a bank robber. You can do whatever you want, in total safety, knowing that it is impossible to be hurt." The scene changed to a clean, white room. Along one wall were beds. Each one was encased in a perspex cylinder. "This is thanks to our revolutionary new virtual-reality system. Now, I know what you're thinking, 'I don't want to wear rubber suits and bulky headgear.' Well, with our new Reality System you don't have to. While your body sleeps, your mind is connected to an android body designed to be identical to your real body in every single way. You will find it totally impossible to tell that the artificial body is not your own." Julian paused the guide and turned to Tony. "I still can't see how they can afford technology like this. I mean this is cutting-edge stuff." "At these prices, they can't," replied Tony, "but the price will go up when it catches on." He glanced out at the landscape flashing by out the window. "So what are you going to be, Julian? White hat or black hat?" "Huh?" Julian replied, totally mystified. "In the old 2d movies, and I mean the really old ones, you could always tell who was the bad guy because he wore a black hat. The good guy would always wear a white hat." "Well, defending law and order might be okay, but I'd much rather rob a bank." Tony smiled, "My thoughts exactly! This is going to be a blast!" Three rows behind Julian and Tony, Gareth McCall was feeding the last bits of data into his palmtop computer. He was looking forward to Dodge City more than anyone on the flight. Dodge City advertised itself as a place with no limits. Of course, that was only an illusion, as Gareth had learned when he had first booked his stay in the newly reopened pleasure village. This had not been his first visit to the fake Wild West town. He had been there just three weeks before the tragedy that had shut it down. He had enjoyed his stay immensely and was more than satisfied with the vacation. One thing, however, had caught his eye more than anything else. One of the android gunslingers. It was dressed all in black with a shaved head and a piercing gaze. It lost all its fights with guests, of course, exactly as it was programmed to do, but Gareth was still deeply impressed by it. He could still remember how it had stalked through the town as if it had owned the place. Gareth had been entranced by it and ever since that first visit he had imagined himself as that gunslinger, striding through the wild west striking fear into all he passed. So, when the first adverts for the new Dodge City were published, Gareth was first in line to book a place. With the new Total Reality system, he could actually BE the gunslinger he admired so much. Unfortunately, he had been disappointed. The travel agent had told him that guests were only allowed to inhabit android bodies made to look exactly the same as their natural ones. Despite his pleading, the travel agent had said no. Gareth had booked a place anyway, and then had returned home to plan a way around this problem. After several months of hacking and pushing his computer programming talents to their limits, he was sure that he had the answer. Dodge City's security system was not as strong as it should have been. He had managed to slip several small programs into their computers. When he was connected to his android body, these hidden programs would redirect him into the gunslinger's body instead. He also hoped they'd be able to disguise his location for the remainder of the holiday. He wasn't certain it would work, but he had to try before the system was made more secure and his chance was lost. He shut down his computer. He wished that the skimmer would hurry up and get to Dodge City. He couldn't wait to become the ultra-cool gunslinger. * * * * * * * * * * * * When they landed, the guests were processed quickly and efficiently. They were led through a series of corridors to a lecture theatre where they were given an orientation talk. Julian had been quite impressed by how high-tech and efficient the organization seemed to be. The talk, given by a cheerful blonde woman, essentially covered the same ground as the in-flight guide had. Julian found it rather odd to think that somewhere else in the building was an android which looked exactly like him. He tried to concentrate on what the woman, who had a name badge with Sylvia written on it, was saying. "Finally, you'll find telephones built into the tables by your beds in your hotel rooms. Please feel free to use them if you have any questions or problems during your stay. Now, does anyone have any questions?" Julian raised his hand, "Why do the android bodies have to look exactly like our real bodies?" "Well," she replied, "our reason for using this system is one of safety. Your real body will be totally protected here. There is no real problem with controlling a body different than your real one, but we do find some people get a little disoriented, which can distract from your enjoyment." Someone else asked, "Can we shoot each other?" A ripple of laughter went round the hall. "You can. The android bodies have a very carefully-designed set of pain sensors. You'll be unable to feel any pain, and your android's bodies are very strong. I think you'll find that you'll be working together against the various computer-controlled androids. If you do want to fight each other, please make sure that both of you want to do it. If you are shot, you'll go 'unconscious' for the short time it'll take our skilled technicians to repair your android body, so you needn't worry about missing any of your vacation." She stood up. "If there are no further questions, please follow me down to the room where you'll be spending the next two weeks." They were led down under the building to a long antiseptic room. This was the sleep chamber Julian had seen in the guide. The long room was broken up into three sections. Two sections were fully occupied with guests already enjoying their vacation. The third section stood ready to receive the new guests. There were about half a dozen men and women in white coats ready to put them into the sleep chambers. The woman opened the case around one of the beds. "These are standard suspended-animation chambers. While your body is here, your mind will be connected straight to your android body. Your body will be looked after by some of the finest doctors and, highly unlikely though it is, should anything happen we have a fully equipped operating theatre." Julian was impressed. Tony had been right when he had said that Dodge City wasn't taking any risks at all. "So who'll be first?" asked the woman. Julian decided to let someone else go first, just to see how it was done. It was fairly uneventful, which was fine as far as Julian was concerned. The volunteer laid down on the bed and had four small electrodes taped onto his head. Then the chamber was closed and switched on. A doctor checked the readouts on the side of the chamber and then nodded. The woman turned to the guests and said, "That's all there is to it. You'll go to sleep here and then wake up in your hotel room in Dodge City." Quickly and efficiently, the guests were prepared for their Wild West experience. Julian felt himself falling deeply asleep almost as soon as his chamber was closed. "Are they all under?" asked Sylvia. "Yep, all ready to be put into the androids," replied the chief doctor. "Thank God! If I had to keep that inane smile on my face a second longer I'd have gone mad. I hate dealing with the public," she replied grumpily. "Then why do you do it?" "More cutbacks, all this technology costs. I'm still trying to convince the management we need a full-time PA here. Well, I'd better get back to the Control Room. Try not to kill any of them." The doctor smiled, "I'll do my best." The computer began making the links between each of the guests and their duplicate android bodies. Halfway through this sequence, it was informed by another program that one of the guests was to be re-routed to another body. This curious request had top priority and the computer had to hastily rearrange other parts of its main program to comply. * * * * * * * * * * * * Gareth slowly rose to consciousness and looked at the ceiling. He was in Dodge City! He lay still for several long seconds. This was the moment of truth. Had all the weeks of planning been wasted? He closed his eyes and sat up. His body felt different, or was that just his imagination? He opened his eyes and saw his reflection in a small mirror. A bald head, magnificent features and those starring eyes. He had made it! It had worked! He grinned and liked what he saw. He was already dressed in the all black outfit. He stood and picked up his black hat. Then he practiced drawing his gun a few times. This was going to be so good! He walked over to the window and looked out at the people going by. He hurried out of his room and down the stairs. Just before he left the hotel he composed himself and tried to look mean. Then he opened the door and stalked down the main street. Gareth was gratified to see the men and women hurriedly getting out of the way as we walked past. They were nearly all computer controlled androids, but Gareth felt a swell of satisfaction anyway. This was going to be a vacation like no other. As Gareth was exploring Dodge City, another new arrival was waking up. He opened his eyes and looked up. The ceiling was painted a light pink, and it took Julian a few seconds to remember where he was. If everything had worked, he should have been transferred to his android double in the hotel room he would share with Tony over the next two weeks. Their budget hadn't stretched to two single rooms. He looked to the right, feeling the pillow rustling under his head as he did so. He was next to the window, which was surrounded by a very frilly pink curtain. Julian frowned, that didn't fit into the image of a run-down hotel this was supposed to be. He looked to the left, expecting to see Tony, but there wasn't another bed in the room, just a gaudy dressing table covered with what looked like cosmetics. Where the hell was Tony? He shifted in the bed and felt something tickle his calves. It was like something was wrapped around his legs. He pulled a hand out of the bed and focused his bleary eyes on it. It didn't feel like he was in an android body, but something felt odd. As he brought his arm into focus he gasped in shock. It was much smaller than his own arm, and ended in a slender hand tipped with long, carefully-shaped nails. This wasn't his arm. This wasn't even a man's arm, it was a... Julian's piercing shriek cut through Dodge City. Miss-placed Part Two by Stephanie Julian lay in the bed shivering with his eyes screwed shut. He could still see the image of his strangely changed arm in his mind. He was supposed to have been put into an exact android copy of his own body for his vacation, but something had obviously gone very wrong. The arm he now possessed was less muscular than he was use to. The dark hairs on it had gone and the nails were longer and shaped. In short, it was a woman's arm. Julian tried to calm down. Dodge City boasted state of the art technology. It was impossible for them to have made a mistake this big. It was probably just some hallucination caused by his transference into the android body. All he had to do was lie still for a few minutes until his senses cleared. Despite his best efforts, Julian couldn't believe his own explanation. The rest of his body felt...odd. The android body was supposed to feel exactly the same as his real one, but it didn't. His curiosity was getting the better of him. He had to see whether his arm was still as feminine as his first glance had suggested. Cautiously, he opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. It was still a distinctly un-cowboyish pink. This wasn't a good sign. He brought his hand slowly into his field of vision. Julian winced when he saw it. It was still very feminine. He knew for certain now that this wasn't some delusion, but why did he have a female arm? Did someone in the assembly area put the wrong arm on the android when it was being prepared for him? He lifted his other arm into view. It was a mirror of his other arm and equally as feminine. He brought his hands together and felt his slim fingers and long nails. The sheets of the bed he was in bunched up uncomfortably around his chest as he did so. He glanced down and thought for a second that there was a ludicrous amount of sheets on the bed. Then he realised that the bulge was being caused not by the sheets, but by what was under them. Julian fixed his eyes on the ceiling again and he shivered in fear. For the first time it occurred to him that rather than his body just having the wrong limbs, his whole body could be wrong. This is not happening, he kept telling himself mentally. He slipped one of his unfamiliar hands under the covers and placed it on his stomach. His body was covered in a soft fabric. His lower torso also felt more rounded than he remembered. Slowly he ran his hand up to his chest where it ran into an unmistakable obstruction. He could feel them rising and falling as he breathed small, frightened gasps. He moved his hand over the swell of one of the obstructions until he reached it's sensitive tip. There could be no denying what they were. He could feel his hand resting on them. In one violent motion he flung back the sheets and revealed his two large breasts barely contained by a white cotton night-dress. Julian's head span and he felt faint. He found it almost impossible to accept that the slim feminine body was now his. Gingerly, he held his new breasts. His breasts! It felt so strange to actually be able to feel them being held. He remembered the various time's he had touched his girlfriend's breasts. He had never thought that one day he'd have two of his own. He became aware of two points pushing into his hands and he pulled away them away. His nipples seemed huge to him and extraordinarily sensitive. Even the sensation of the cotton night-dress brushing over them was turning him on. His arousal was damped considerably by the strange feelings coming from his groin. It felt a little like an erection, but he couldn't feel it pressing against the sheets. Julian knew what had to be down there, but he couldn't quite face it. Breasts were bad enough, but to lose his manhood as well? He tried to send a hand down to investigate his new anatomy, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. How could this happen, he wondered with increasing fear. All he had wanted was a simple vacation and now it had all gone horribly wrong. Calm yourself, he told himself. This is just a glitch, an error. All I have to do is contact the control staff and they'll fix the problem in no time. Julian thought back to the speech he and the other guests had been given when they had arrived in Dodge City. A telephone was discretely built into the bedside tables in all the guestrooms. So all he had to do was explain he had been put in the android body intended for a female guest and they'd sort out the problem in no time. He pulled back the sheets further and climbed slowly out of the bed, all the time trying to ignore the very strange sensations coming from his body. It felt so strange to have two large, sensitive pillows of flesh on his chest, bobbing and swaying with every motion. His hips were much wider and the absence between his legs was very disturbing to him. Julian sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the table. His vision was obscured by something in front of his eyes. He reached up and pulled long blonde hair from his face. All his life he had never had his hair longer than two inches, now it felt like he had two feet of hair. It was surprisingly heavy and he could feel it spilling down his back. He pushed the hair back over his head and looked for the panel and the recessed controls. They weren't there. He pulled the draws out turned the table over in increasing desperation. It simply wasn't there. Julian stood up and glared at the table. Why the hell did they say each bedside table would have one when it wasn't true? He saw a slight movement out of the corner of the eye and he turned to confront a startled young woman staring back at him. It was only when she duplicated his movements did he realize he was looking in the mirror. My God, he thought, she's...I'm beautiful. She seemed to be about twenty and she had flawless skin. Her face had an elegant look to it. From what he could see through the night-dress she had a voluptuous body. She must be a model of some sort, thought Julian. He moved closer to the image in the mirror and felt his breasts bob as he did so. Curiosity overcame his reluctance and he pulled the night-dress off. Julian gaped at the goddess reflected back from the mirror. His breasts were not quite as large as they felt, but he was still amply endowed. He looked down past his softly curving belly and saw the triangular patch of blonde pubic hair. She's a true blonde, was all that Julian's stunned mind could think. As he stared at the nude, and very shocked, girl in the mirror he started to feel a little turned on. Finally, he had enough courage to touch his new anatomy. He watched the young woman in the mirror slide a hand slowly over the soft curve of her belly and down to the mat of blonde hair nestled between her legs. He felt the hair against his slim fingers. Then he touched, ever so lightly, the lips of his pussy. Even that slight touch caused him to jump involuntarily. He began to feel a tingling in his nipples as they stiffened. With his free hand he lightly rubbed them. That felt good. In fact it felt very good. He started to massage his breast with greater confidence. The feeling of the soft flesh under his hand felt familiar to Julian while the sensation of his mammary being fondled was utterly alien. He became aware of a delicious heat spreading from his loins. Almost without being aware of what he was doing, Julian slipped a delicate finger into his strange new anatomy. A strong erotic sensation washed through him. Julian gave a long low moan at that feeling. It felt so strange to feel something inside him there. It was nothing like when his old girlfriend used to stick a finger in his ass during lovemaking. He slipped another finger in beside the first. As his fingers brushed his clit he felt a surge of passion shoot through him and his legs almost gave way. He staggered back to the bed and flopped down on it. Julian spread his legs and started to work his pussy, his predicament forgotten for the moment. He spread his legs to give him easier access to his sensuous new anatomy. He remembered the image of his new body he had seen in the mirror and began to fantasize that he was making love to her. He dreamed about climbing on top of the well-stacked blonde and then driving his cock deep into her yielding flesh. One hand was now working frenetically in his vagina while the other pulled and teased at his erect nipples. He started to imagine that the fingers in his pussy were in fact a hot hard dick. Without realizing it, his fantasy shifted from making love to the blonde woman to being made love to as her. His imagination became so vivid he felt he could almost feel the veined rod gliding in and out of his aching vagina. By now, Julian was riding a rollercoaster of feelings that he simply couldn't get off. He bucked his hips, as if trying to meet the thrusts of his imaginary lover. Then his body seemed to explode with passion as he orgasmed. Julian continued to stroke his smooth body as the sensations slowly died away. He felt rather light headed after the experience he had just had. Was that what it was like for a woman? He felt his cheeks grow red with embarrassment when he recalled how he had imagined having sex with a man. This was getting too weird, he decided. The sooner he had this problem sorted out the better. He slid off the bed and went over to the window. He felt his hips swivel far more than he was used to as he did so. Carefully, so as not to expose himself to those outside, he opened the curtains and looked out. The sight that greeted him was familiar from countless westerns he had seen. The window he was looking from seemed to be on the second or third floor. He watched several cowboys ride past on the unpaved main street. The local inhabitants went about their daily business. Just down the street was the local jail and next to that was a three story building with a large sign simply marked Hotel on it. Julian recognized the building and frowned. That was where every guest was supposed to start their vacation. So why was he in another building across the street rather than in it? If he wasn't in the hotel that would explain why there was no phone built into the bedside table. To find a phone he was going to have to get into the hotel. He turned and headed to the door. It was only as he felt his breasts jostle that he realized he couldn't go anywhere naked. He avoided his reflection in the mirror as he looked around the room. In one corner was a wardrobe made out of a form of plastic that mimicked wood very well. Julian opened it up and was relieved to see it was full of clothes. His relief faded as he worked his way through them. Each one of them was a skirt or dress. He frowned at them, this wasn't right. Dodge City had many female guests and they played tough gun-toting cowgirls. That was the whole point of the place. Any other role simply wouldn't be any fun. So why did this guest have no riding clothes, just dresses. He stopped at one item of clothing. Julian couldn't quite make out what it was. It looked little like a one-piece female bathing suit, but it was covered in hundreds of glass beads. In Julian's opinion it was quite gaudy. He pulled it out of the wardrobe and only then noticed the long feathers attached to the seat of the costume. This was some dancing girls outfit! Julian put it on the bed in some confusion. Who'd want to go to Dodge City to become a dancing girl? It didn't matter, all he had to worry about was getting to his proper android body. He hated the idea of having to wear a dress, but the alternative was far worse. Julian considered wearing just the dress, but he quickly became convinced that his ample bosom needed more support. At the bottom of the wardrobe were two drawers. Each of these were filled with underclothes. Julian pulled out several handfuls of silk and lace. Everything seemed more complicated than modern lingerie, not that he'd had much experience with that either. He finally settled on something which was very similar to a pale blue silk slip. It buttoned up at the back and seemed to do the job a bra was designed for. He tried to pull it on over his head, but he quickly realized that his breasts weren't going to allow that. Julian managed to get it on by stepping into it and then pulling the soft cool fabric up around his body. The blue lingerie fitted very snugly to his curvy new body. Julian bent his arms back and started trying to do up the buttons on the back of the slip. He found it a lot harder than he expected it to be. After a few false attempts he managed to get all the buttons done up correctly. He gave a sigh of relief and smoothed down the silky garment over his skin. The slip brushed against his thighs and he shivered. It felt weird to wear such silky soft clothes against his skin. Even stranger was the sensation of his breasts being held by the cool slippery fabric. Looking in the mirror, Julian could see his nipples clearly through the underwear. He also felt very odd when he realized how much cleavage he was now showing. He quickly rejected any idea of wearing panties. There was no way he was going to wear any more female clothes than he absolutely had to. Turning to the bed, he started going through the clothes looking for a suitable dress to wear. To his annoyance most were designed to display his generous cleavage to the world. The most demure dress he could was a deep red one. Its hem reached to his ankles. It still bared far too much of his bosom than he liked, but it would have to do. It wouldn't be for long anyway. Julian had to step into this as well. There was some form of corset built into it and he had to breathe in to do up the buttons. He had even more difficulty doing the dress us than he had had with the slip. By the time he had managed the final button, Julian was starting to sweat a little from the exertion. He thought, couldn't these things be better designed? Surely women couldn't have enjoyed wearing outfits like that? He struggled to get a bit more comfortable. The dress seemed far too tight. It didn't look too small in the mirror. In fact it looked pretty good. His waist looked very thin, which only emphasized his hips and bust. If only he was alone with this pretty woman rather than actually being her. He tried walking in the dress and he found he had to take shorter steps than he was used to. His feet kept stepping on the hem and tripping him up. That reminded him of something else he needed. Shoes. He found some black shoes which were almost boots beside the bed. Julian had to strain to reach the shoes to do them up thanks to his dress, but eventually he made it. The shoes had two inch heels and Julian was glad to be a little taller. He couldn't be sure, but he suspected his new body was quite a bit shorter than his old one. He staggered unsteadily to his feet thanking God that he wasn't born a woman in the nineteenth century. After a few minutes, he felt a little surer on his feet, though he still had to take it slowly. He took one last look in the mirror at the impossible beauty he had become. His long blonde hair fell loose around his shoulders. He felt he should do something with it, but he lacked the expertise. This was the moment of truth. He was as ready as he was ever going to be. He didn't have far to go, he told himself. He would reach his proper room and phone console in no time. Then the problem would be sorted out. He stood at the bedroom door for a full five minutes, his heart beating furiously. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, even though none of them would be able to guess he was anything but the young woman he appeared to be. Come on now, he told himself furiously, if you don't get to your room you'll never get your proper body! With that he grasped the brass handle of the door and opened it. The hallway outside was empty, but Julian could here noise coming from downstairs. It sounded like dozens of people enjoying themselves. As he walked nervously down the hallway, Julian could make out the sound of a badly out of tune piano being played. He was in a saloon! Gathering up his nerves, Julian walked forward as the hallway turned into a balcony above the saloon. It was quite crowded as many of the new arrivals had headed straight there. Julian looked around hoping to see Tony in the crowd, but he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was busy contacting the Dodge City staff about his friend who hadn't woken up. Julian watched as a card game erupted into a fist fight between two six-foot burly men and a fat, balding man in his fifties. Inexplicably, the two muscled men were easily disposed of by the older man. Spot the guest, thought Julian. With all the commotion going on, Julian hoped to slip through the crowd without being noticed. He had to concentrate as he walked down the stairs that he didn't step on his long skirt and send himself flying. While several people watched Julian walk down the stairs, only one was doing so intently. Gareth was sitting at the bar after his exploration of Dodge city. He had flung open the swing doors of the saloon and had been gratified to see everyone stop and look and him. He had stalked over to the bar and the people sitting there had quickly scurried out of his way. The last few hours had been fantastic for him. The androids and even the guests were showing him a level of respect he had never had before. He had just ordered a drink when he had noticed the woman descending from upstairs. At first glance she had just seemed to be another of the saloon's employees, but something about her intrigued Gareth. All the other women there seemed far more experienced. This woman seemed to have a degree of innocence Gareth hadn't seen anywhere else in Dodge City. She was obviously very nervous about something. The Dodge City management set up many stories for the entertainment of the guests. Perhaps she was part of one. Gareth was totally entranced by the mixture of beauty and naiveté she exuded. Julian was acutely aware of the bald man in black watching him intently. He did his best to manoeuvre away from the gunslinger, which was virtually impossible in the crowded saloon. As Julian walked passed the bald man nodded and said "Afternoon, miss," to him. He almost stumbled as he realized he had been called 'Miss'. He took one terrified glance at the smiling man and hurried on. Thankfully, the man didn't seem interested in pursuing him. Julian had his eyes fixed on the swing doors leading out onto the street. He had almost reached them when he felt an arm wrap around his waist and pull him off his feet. He landed in the lap of a man in his twenties, who was almost certainly another guest. Julian struggled to get up, but the man easily held him in place. The man laughed, "There's no need to rush off just yet, you beauty." "Let me go!" demanded Julian. His voice was as weak as he felt. He was helpless to resist the man. "No!" he shrieked as he felt a strong hand clamp onto his breast. His anger turned to fear as he felt a growing lump under his ass. To be continued...