The  Monk's  Power

                                                            by  Waldo

How I got there



As I slowly woke up, several realizations occurred to me at the same
time.  I was freezing although I was covered with heavy coverings and
didn't even have my face exposed to the frigid mountain air.  I also
hurt all over and knew that my body had been badly damaged somehow.  I
couldn't feel anything below my waist; which could be bad.  That could
mean frostbite or something worse.  Nor could I move any part of my
upper body because of the restrains holding me into my sleeping bag.  I
could tell that I was being carried on a litter that was supporting my
body.

I struggled to groan "Where am I?" hoping that someone would hear me
through the heavy cover over my face.

The cover was pulled briefly from my face and a freezing wind bit at my
already frozen body.  Bowen's face filled the small opening as he said
"Everything is going to be all right, Jesse.  We are carrying you back
down to a shelter on the lower part of the mountain.  You had a nasty
fall and it took awhile to get to you, but we got you.  Everything is
going to be all right now.  Just relax.  We are taking you down the
mountain."

Then the sleeping bag cover was pulled back over my face, shutting out
most of the bitter Himalayas winter air and blowing snow.  I wanted
fresh air but knew that my damaged body could not stand much more of
that bitter cold.  Slowly, I remembered what happened.

Although the calendar said it was late summer time, it was permanent
winter time where we were.  We were climbing the Aldonsia Gap Route
which is very high in the Himalayas Mountains.  There were seven of us,
five Americans, one Englishman, and one German.  All of us were
experienced climbers, in our own rights.  We had each applied and been
accepted by the Climbing Leader, Bowen to participate in this seldom
climbed route.  None of us had ever climbed on the same team before,
but we quickly jelled together as the team that we expected to climb
the North Face of KR-4, a never before climbed Himalayas mountain face.
After arriving in the mountains, we did a couple of small practice
climbs and discovered each other's strengths and weakness; before we
tackled our objective.  Bowen told me that my team strength was that I
would go ahead on a difficult climb where someone else would back out.
He chose me to be the front man for most of the climb.  The one that
picks the path.  The one that proves that something can be climbed.

I was working my way up a very steep ice chimney.  I remember telling
Bowen that I had to remove my safety rope while I adjusted my backpack,
which had a loose strap.  I braced myself on a small ice ledge, feeling
comfortable with my support.  That is, until the ledge collapsed with
me on it.  I remember falling and bouncing off of the mountain face
before I crashed on a snow ledge.  I also remember hearing someone
scream my name as I fell.

I remember nothing else.  How I got on this litter is unknown to me.  I
can only assume that they came down and got me.  Where they are taking
me, I don't know.  I know that my odds of surviving this accident, are
not good.  I can feel the congestion in my lungs and know that they are
filling with fluid which could be the start of pneumonia.  I think that
I am seriously injured in my lower extremities, which are constantly
numb with pain.  They should have left me to die while they continued
the climb.  I am not going to make it and am only slowing them down.

Don't get me wrong.  I want to live.  I want to live badly, but I know
when to accept the hand that you have been dealt, when to draw and when
to fold.  I have drawn against the odds, all of my forty-two years and
now it appears that it is time for me to fold.

I was the oldest man on the team.  Bowen tried to turn me down several
times because of my age, but I refused to be turned down and kept
bugging him.  When he objected that I would be more susceptible to cold
and respiratory problems, I found world recognized doctors who
documented their opinions on my overall health.  Finally, Bowen gave
in.  After we started the climb, I pushed as hard as I could on
everything, to show those young guys that I could still hang in there
with the best of them.

And now here I am.  Being carried down a mountain side on a litter.
And I am dying.  I want to throw the cover off of me and tell them to
leave me.  To go on with the climb, but I can't because I still have a
strong urge to live.  Although I accept death which is my rapidly
approaching fate, I don't have to agree with it.



The Monastery



I feel warmth as I wake up.  We are no longer out in open weather
because there is none of the constant wind blowing into my sleeping
bag.  I am not being jostled because I am laying on something that
feels like a solid floor.  A cold floor, but a floor never less.  I
must have passed out again.  I can faintly hear Bowen talking to
someone.

"Listen, I must talk to your headman.  I don't care if strangers are
not permitted here.  This is an emergency.  You have heat and medical
care in this monastery.  You must help us with our injured comrade.
There is no way that he can survive the rest of the trip down the
mountain.  It took a serious day of climbing to get here and this is
the only shelter for over forty miles."

An unknown voice calmly said "Our Master is resting.  We cannot disturb
his rest.  This Monastery is dedicated to our order and for their
meditation.  Only members of our order are allowed beyond this point.
We do not allow non-members inside our walls.  You are welcome to spend
the night here in this ante-room, but you must leave in the morning and
take your comrade with you.  We wish him well, but our rules are very
strict.  We cannot accept him or take care of him."

"I don't give a bloody shit about your rules.  If you don't help us, I
will tear this place apart rock by rock.  I will come back with
explosives.  I will bring newspaper reporters here and destroy your
secret place.  You will have pictures of your Monastery in the National
Inquirer, with details on how you are protecting this place because it
is secretly sitting on top of a gold mine.  You will have every nut in
the world trying to break in here to destroy this peace and solitude
that you treasure more than human life.  Now get your damn headman down
here before we start kicking ass." screamed Bowen.

"You don't have to shout or threaten us.  I felt someone close by that
was dying and came to see what is going on.  Let me examine your
friend." said a new voice, that was strong despite it's aged trembling
sound.

"Master, I beg your forgiveness of these strangers.  I tried to explain
our rules, but they would not listen." said the first monk.

"Sometimes, rules have to be bent.  Remove your friend's covering and
let me examine him." said the Master's voice.

Bowen snapped into action as he and the other's started to remove my
protective coverings.  As they uncovered my face, Bowen saw that I was
awake "Hello Jesse, you are in luck.  We carried you over to the
Harknjia Ridge, where we were able to get down to the old Buddhist
Monastery.  We thought it would be abandoned but we found these monks
here.  Now, don't worry because everything is going to be all right.
They just don't realize that they are going to help us yet." he said,
trying to lie to me about my real condition.

An old man leaned over me and said quietly "Every night when I go to
sleep, I pray that death will come for me during the night.  I accept
death as being natural and will be ready to go when it is my time.  I
feel that you are near death and also accept it with the same calm that
I do.  You have an inner strength that I can feel.  I will help you as
I can.  I will examine you and tell you what I can do or cannot do.  Do
you put yourself in my hand and accept my limited medical ability?"

I groaned as I felt my trousers pulled off "Yes.  I trust you." Then I
continued "Bowen, you should have left me on the mountain.  No matter
what, I want you to continue the climb."

"Shut up and save your strength." he replied as he helped strip me.

I was quickly undressed so that the old man could examine me.  I
couldn't tell what he was doing to me below the waist because I
couldn't feel anything.  Then he said "Your friend will surely die if
you try to move him to someplace else.  Therefore, I will accept the
responsibility for his welfare.  We will take him into our Monastery
and try to nurse him back to health, until such time as he can leave
here.  I do not promise that he will live because his backbone is
broken, he has frostbite on his feet, legs, and hands.  If he lives, he
will probably lose some of his legs and hands.  The broken backbone
will take time to heal and he will probably never have control over his
lower body again.  I am not sure that he will live move than a couple
of days but if he does, we will take care of him.  I cannot permit the
rest of your group to stay here more than one night.  You are welcome
to stay here in our semi-sheltered outer chamber for the night, but you
must leave tomorrow morning."

Bowen quietly asked "Is there any way to get him off the mountain?"

The Master replied "He is too weak and may be bleeding internally.  We
will do our best.  He is a strong man and has a strong spirit.  I hate
to see anyone with that strong a spirit die before his time.  I will do
everything within my power to help him survive, but I cannot promise
miracles.  If he is still with us in the springtime, we will get him
off of the mountain."

Bowen leaned over me and said "Jesse, I won't lie to you.  You are hurt
really bad.  Your only chance is to stay here and to let them treat
you.  If you want, I will try to get you off of the mountain or will
leave you here.  What do you want to do?"

"Leave me.  I trust the old man.  I feel that we are kindred spirits.
I would rather die here and now, then to freeze on the trail, knowing
that you are risking death for yourself and our comrades trying to save
me.  Go, my friend.  I filled out the appropriate papers before we
started, just as you did.  I knew the risk and accepted it.  Now get
the hell out of here and make that climb.  If you find something that
has not been named yet, put my name on it." I said.

Bowen tried to smile.  A couple of monks picked up my stretcher as the
Master said "I must start my work now if I have any opportunity to save
him.  I will have my followers bring you food and other supplies.  Rest
tonight and in the morning, go with God or whatever you believe in."

A door opened and they carried me into the inner walls of the
monastery.  I heard the big door slam and bolt shut behind us.  Then my
carriers walked through a couple more big solid doors.  Then I was
carried upstairs to a warm room.

Another man entered the room and said "I understand that you want to
attempt the re-birth ceremony.  Do you think that is wise with your
current medical problems?"

The Master said "My own rapidly declining health is not a concern.  If
I die because of this, then you are in charge until a new Master is
selected.  I trust your judgement.  You will make a good temporary
Master, Ali.  If only you had not been born a foreigner, you would be
my first choice to succeed me."

The Master held my hand and I could not feel his flesh through my
damaged frostbite skin and nerves.  He said quietly "This is an
religious order founded on some very old beliefs and traditions.  We
have age-old secrets where I can save you but I can't save your body.
Your friends will be told in the morning that you did not survive the
night.  We will show them your dead body and they will leave, satisfied
that they did everything to save you.  Now, my friend, what is your
name?"

"Jesse.  Jesse Brown.  I am from Nebraska." I replied, knowing that
what he had told me was the truth.

The old man said "Your body is badly damaged.  You have internal
bleeding from the fall.  You have frostbite on your extremities from
the cold.  Your backbone is broken.  The skill to heal your body, does
not exist on this planet.  However, there are other options.  But you
have to make the decision.  I cannot and will not make it for you.
Using my order's secrets, I will offer you a new life.  But it is not
life as you know it now.  You will become a new person.  You will
become a member of my Monastery, to serve me and my monks.  You will
learn our religious beliefs and will participate in our ceremonies.
You will have no status here, except what I or my replacement offer you
in line with our religious order.  Your body is dead.  You will be
given a new body.  A good body in excellent health.  You will be taught
how to maintain that body and how to use that body for our order's
purposes.  Jesse Brown will die and from his ashes, will rise a new
person, with those memories.  You can never discuss your previous life
with anyone.  Not even people within our order.  The person that you
will become, will be a lowly member of our order whose destiny is to
serve our order as decreed by our rules.  You will be subject to our
rules for the rest of that body's natural life."

He paused as he coughed, then continued "I cannot and will not tell you
more.  Before I ask for your answer, you should know that sometimes
death is better than living.  While you will be alive, you will be at
the bottom of our social order.  Do you accept my offer to save your
soul?"

I knew my choices were slim.  Being a gambler all of my life, it was
easy to make up my mind.  I replied "Where do I sign?  Yes, I accept."

The old man said "Your verbal acceptance of the conditions is all that
I need.  Bring up the remains of Janan."

His followers left the room and he put his warm hand on my forehead as
he softly said "Now, it is time for you to sleep.  Sleep well, my
friend."



Janan



I wake up slowly.  I felt very different, but I could not decide what
felt different.  I waited for a moment, and then try to get up.  I have
a splitting headache.  I can't move because I am still tied down.  I
quickly remember why I am tied down.  I remember Bowen carrying me off
the mountain and bringing me to a Monastery.  As I tried to remember
what happened next, a voice said "You can open your eyes.  I will
release your bonds in a moment when your headache clears up.  How do
you feel?"

"I have the worst headache that I have ever had." I groaned.  My voice
sounded funny.  I opened my eyes and saw Ali sitting beside me.

He said "Your friends think that you died.  We showed them your body
and they held a little ceremony for you before they returned to the
mountain.  They will not come back looking for you."

I tried to sit up and Ali comes over to remove my restraints.  As I
slowly sit up, I recognize that I feel different for some unknown
reason.  I look at myself through my headache fog and see that my chest
has changed.  There were two very large breasts jutting out from my
naked chest.  I have boobs.  As I move my legs out from under the
covers, I also feel different in more ways.  My legs reached the edge
of the bed, and I turned to sit up.  Immediately, I could feel a
strange new motion on my chest and back.  I could feel the extra weight
of breasts, and a brushing against my back from long hair.  The more I
sat up, the greater the weight felt against my chest.  It was a strange
pulling against me as I stood up, and I paused.  Without going further,
I could feel hair resting against my back, and motion in my chest.

I turned slowly, feeling the strange unfamiliar sensation of the boobs
jiggling on my chest, and began to walk toward the mirror.  With each
step, my new breasts moved so slightly, with a new delightful
sensation.  I became aroused from the slight jiggle, and a warm
sensation spread from my new boobs.  The sensations were wonderful, but
very different.  Instead of the urgency of an erection, I felt a warmth
spreading into my abdomen as I walked.

As I touched the breasts on my chest, they seemed to be big.  But then,
never having boobs on my chest before, could make anything feel big.
The feeling against my hands was soft, but the return feeling from the
breasts themselves was wonderfully soothing.  My new nipples felt erect
against my palms, as I felt what still seemed to be huge breasts in
each hand.  I was becoming more aroused.

I look up quickly and see in the mirror on the wall, that a young naked
girl, with long black hair, is facing toward the mirror.  As I move,
her image also moves.  I am that girl.  I am now a young Tibetan girl.

I look down at myself beyond the breasts and see a slender female body
with a narrow waist and shapely hips.  The boobs are definite female
boobs, with large nipples and large areolae.  I guess that they are
about a B-cup size.  My pubic area is dark and has a slit that appears
to be a vagina.  I look up at the mirror again and look at the face.
It is a pretty face, dark skinned as the rest of the body.  The hair is
mid-waist length long and a very shinny black colour.

I am a woman.  I have an attractive, shapely female body.  A body with
a cunt instead of my familiar cock.  I looked at the dark thatch of
pubic hair between my legs as my hand slowly moved to my crotch.  My
fingers explored further within the hair, and located the expected
slit.  They probed inside, and I felt an electric feeling as my long
fingernails touched soft, moist skin inside the outer folds.
Everything a woman should have was there, and everything that I was
born with, was gone.

I felt a very strange, yet wonderful excitement as I touched the moist
skin inside the outside folds.  I continued exploring my new body,
ignoring everything else around me.  The sensations raced through me.
My arousal increased as I massaged myself more and more.  I could feel
the tension increase throughout my whole body.  The waves of pleasure
began to wash over me, and I moaned.

A cough brought me back to where I was.  I look at Ali as he said "Yes.
That is you and that is your new body.  Her name was Janan.  Her father
sold her to us when she was seventeen years old.  Her father gave her
until she was fifteen to find a husband with a dowry but she rejected
everyone that wanted her.  When her father arranged a proper mountain
marriage for her, she ran away from home.  After he found her, he sold
her to us, knowing that she would never leave our order.  For some
reason, she didn't blend in with us.  She poisoned herself and died
before we could save her.  We saved her body, planning on using it
during one of our future ceremonies, to punish one of our wayward
members and to add emphasis to our strict discipline.  But you showed
up.  Your body was almost dead but the Master was able to transfer your
soul and memories into her body before your old body died.  Now you are
Janan.  You will live the rest of your life, as her, serving our
order."

My headache was quickly clearing up as I tried to stand.  I was full of
questions.  "Why?  How?"

Ali continued "Our order predates your bible.  We have existed here in
this Monastery for thousands of years and have developed a strong
culture.  As you can see, I am not a native.  My parents were French
tourists and they lost their young six year old son.  I wound up here
and quickly became one of their most dedicated converts.  Over the
years, I have worked my way into a position where I control day to day
operations for this Monastery.  When the Master dies, I will help in
the selection of the new Master, but will never be eligible to become
the Master myself, because of my foreign birth.  Our order has two main
goals.  Goal number one is for our culture to survive.  Therefore, we
do not let outsiders come in and contaminate our society.  Goal number
two is to serve our God.  Most cultures try to reverse those goals but
we believe that our society has to survive first before our religion
can survive.  Being monks, we do not marry and raise families.  We long
ago discovered the problems that in-breeding can cause, so we
frequently add new people to our society; but in such a manner that it
does not impact our culture.  They start at the bottom of our society,
but we allow their children to take their rightful place in our
society.  Janan was bought from her father, to be a servant for our
order, and to bring in new breeding characteristics that we need.  She
was selected to fulfil the role that we expect all women to play in
our society.  She was to provide sexual relief for any of our monks and
to bear us male children to maintain our dying society.  You are now
Janan and will continue the life that she was destined to live."

"Wait a minute" I replied "You can't treat me like this.  This is 1995
and I am an American.  I demand to see the American Ambassador.
Slavery is not permitted in this country.  I thank you for saving my
life, but I refuse to become a breeding cow for you and your monks.
Aren't monks supposed to be celibate anyway?"

Ali quietly replied "American?  Funny, but you don't look American.
The American Ambassador is quite aware that some of my countrymen would
do or say anything to gain American citizenship.  I don't think that he
will believe you.  But enough of that, my job is to make everything run
smoothly here.  I understand your frustrations and have dealt with it
before.  You are not the first person that I have assisted in a
transformation.  Therefore, I will tolerate your bad manners for the
rest of the day and not punish you today.  When you get up tomorrow,
you will behave as expected or receive the consequences.  After all, we
did this at your request.  You volunteered and gave your acceptance to
our terms."

"I didn't know what your terms really meant or that I would be turned
into a woman." I said.  Then I quickly changed my tone and said
"Listen, I don't want us to get off on the wrong foot.  You saved my
life and I am grateful for that.  But I don't know about this life as a
woman and being a breeding receptacle thing.  I need some time and need
to think things out.  Everything is moving so fast and I have never
been in a situation like this before."

Ali said "I understand.  That is why I tolerated your insubordinate
attitude today.  I will not tolerate it tomorrow.  You do not know
anything about us.  You do not understand that I hold life and death or
a fate worse than death over you.  So I am prepared to offer you a
small sample of my power."

He held his ring up and rubbed it's blood-red stone.  My head started
bursting with pain.  My lungs were burning and I couldn't get any air
into them.  I fell to the floor gasping and my body shaking with pain.
Almost as quick as the pain hit me, it went away.  As I laid in the
floor, Ali said "I can do that anytime, at any distance.  That was only
five seconds.  Starting tomorrow, anytime that you do not play the role
required of Janan, you will get a pain dose.  Everytime, I have to
punish you, I will double your punishment time.  When it gets to be a
minute, then I will add one minute to what ever punishment you received
before.  I have never had to give anyone more than five minutes of
punishment.  Their body refuses to obey their mind when it gets that
rough.  Now, what is your name?"

I looked up through my tears and said "Jesse."

He shook his head to disagree with me as he rubbed his ring again.  My
body jerked with the sudden and very intense pain.  It felt as if I was
exploding from the inside out.  After what felt like an extremely long
couple of seconds, he said "Five seconds worth of pain but I am sure
that you thought it was closer to a minute.  Would you like to try for
ten seconds?  What is your name?"

I looked up and mumbled "My friends call me Jesse but you can call me
Janan."

He laughed out loud and said "Very good.  You might just make a very
viable asset around here.  I look forward to giving you the opportunity
to carry my child.  Marish, come here."

A woman entered the room.  She was Tibetan and looked to be about forty
years old, although she was in good shape for a middle aged Tibetan
woman.  When she entered the room, she bowed her head to Ali.

Ali ordered "This is our new woman.  She needs to learn how to be
responsive to our needs and to learn her place in our society.  Her
name is Janan.  You are charged with teaching her how to be a woman and
to accept her place in our society.  Let her train on some of our
novice monks.  When I call for her in a week, I want her to be a woman
and to be ready to serve me.  Take her with you."

She nodded and bowed her head.  Then she looked at me as she motioned
for me to follow her.  I stood up feeling still weak from the pain.  As
she walked out of the door, I started to follow her.  Ali said "One
more thing, Jesse."

I stopped and turned to see what else he had to say.  He just shook his
head and said "You should have kept walking because I was addressing
someone named Jesse.  You are Janan and should always remember that.
Tough but you have to learn."

And he touched his ring again.  I fell to the floor as I exploded
again.  This time, I threw up on myself and rolled in my vomit.  When
he stopped, he only said "Twenty seconds.  Do you think that you can
survive five whole minutes of this?  See you next week, my pretty
Janan.  Marish, have someone come clean up the mess that my new woman
made."

Marish helped me to my feet and led me down the hall.  I was still weak
from that last burst of pain and knew that I was a mess.  I was walking
down the hall naked with my vomit smeared on my female body.  Marish
quietly said "You must do as they say.  You must learn quickly.  Forget
about your past life and become one of us.  There is no escape.  There
is only pain which you cannot stand.  Once you learn the rules and obey
them, life is easy and pleasant."

I replied "Never.  I will never bend to his will.  I will find someway
to escape."

Without warning, the pain struck again.  I screamed with the agony.  It
felt as if my body was on fire and my brain was exploding.  When the
pain ceased, I was lying on the floor rolling in more puke as she
quietly said "For the rest of your life, you must not talk or think
about escape or any form of rebellion.  Your body will not tolerate it.
Your body is under their control.  If you keep doing this, your body
will take over complete control and you will become a zombie.  You will
hear and see everything going on, but you have no control over your
body.  Believe me, it is better to be in control of your body than to
live that death.  Once, they let me live in that world for a year.
They released me when I promised to cooperate and I have cooperated
ever since then.  I have no desire to impose that punishment upon
myself again.  Save yourself some punishment and become who they want
you to be."



Marish's story



She helped me get to a bathroom so I could rinse myself off.  I walked
slowly to the bathroom, feeling a wide variety of sensations.  Not only
was my body still suffering from the effects of the pain, but it was
feeling weird.  How do you explain, how the sudden jiggle of a boob
feels, when there has never been a boob before?  Another weird feeling
was knowing that I was smaller.  Not only was I shorter, but I was
slender now.  And all this long black hair hanging from my head,
halfway down my back, ticking me with every step.

We passed a couple of people in the hallway but they did not pay any
attention to me as if they saw strange, naked women, covered with vomit
every day.

Marish started a hot shower.  After I got in the shower, there was
another new sensation of the warm water hitting my breasts.  That
strange feeling not only felt wonderful, but it also aroused me.

My hands began to explore my new body.  As I looked at my wet breasts,
I realized that they were not really that big, but only looked big
because the breasts were normal breasts on a small body.  As I touched
them, the nipples immediately became erect, causing a warm feeling to
began circulating through my crotch.  My hands immediately dropped to
my crotch, and began to rub my clit.  My arousal was immediate.  I
continued rubbing myself and quickly climaxed.  What a feeling!  It was
great!

It seemed that I was almost continually excited by the new sensations I
felt.  I let the water play over my long hair, and then washed it
thoroughly, knowing that Marish was waiting on me.  As I washed myself,
I could not keep from rubbing between my legs, to the point that I
experienced another overwhelming orgasm.

Before I started masturbating myself again, I dried myself, and then
realized the difficulty of drying the long hair.  Marish was waiting
and helped me to brush the hair.

Once dried, I began looking through the feminine clothes that Marish
had waiting on me.  The first thing she handed me was a bra.  It was a
34B, which seemed very tight over my new breasts.

I changed into my new underclothes and looked at myself again in the
mirror.  The black hair set off my face.  My dark eyes stood out.
There was no mistaking that I was a real woman or that this body was
not a native born typical American body.  Ali was right, when he said
that the American Ambassador would not believe me.  Because I found it
difficult to believe myself, knowing that it really happened to me.

Then she gave me a clean robe and led me to a room, where she said
"This is to be your room.  It will be kept clean at all times.
Breakfast is at 4 am unless you are serving a priest or higher.  You
will cleanse yourself upon awaking and again before evening prayers.
You will have three robes and must change robes everytime that you
bathe.  What do you know about our order?"

"Nothing.  Not a damn thing except that I want out of here." I said.
Then I jerked as my body convulsed with a quick brush of pain again.

Marish smiled as she said "You must learn to think positive thoughts
about the order if you want to avoid pain.  Well, let me tell you the
basics.  The order's name is Yannnih.  This order has been in existence
for over ten thousand years.  There are seven Monasteries within the
various Asian mountains, with each having their own Master.  There are
seven layers of Monks at each monastery, with the Master being highest.
Next is the Omni and Ali is our Omni.  Next is the Priests, who wear a
red sash on their robe and there can only be seven at any site.  Next
is the Aashieria and they wear the blue sash.  We have forty two of
them now.  And then there are three layers of monks.  The highest level
monk wears a white sash, next wears a black sash and the lowest level
does not wear a sash.  There are three hundred and eighty five monks
here at our site.  Our total male population is about four hundred and
thirty.  Our branch of the Yannnih is composed of four levels of women.
I am one of the seven elders.  You can tell the elders by our gold
rings.  Under us are thirty-two different women, including you.  You
are the lowest level and will only advance after you have borne one
child by a Priest or higher.  Everytime that you bear a male child by a
Priest, you will advance one level until an opening is available in the
Elders.  All women have the same jobs, which are to take care of the
men and to take care of the children.  There is an underground
children's area where the children live until they turn fourteen, at
which time they become the lowest level of monk and leave their area
for the first time."

"How many children live there?" I asked.

"There are currently ninety-two children.  We should add three more
within the next sixty days.  You can only have sex when a Priest
directs that someone is to be rewarded.  The Elder will give you a pill
to take before you have sex.  The pill is used to control child-birth.
Sometimes, we give a pill that will ensure that you get pregnant from
that coupling.  Most of the time, the pill ensures that you don't get
pregnant.  When you are directed to give sex to someone, you will do it
happily and make it a very enjoyable experience for the recipient.  You
are given as a reward, so the sex has to be pleasurable.  When you were
a man, did you ever have any homosexual experiences?" she asked.

"No.  Never." I replied.

"Too bad.  It would make it easier for you to learn how to satisfy a
man and to adapt to being in a woman's body.  Being able to give a
satisfactory blow job is a mandatory requirement for each sex
assignment and some of our monks like to use your ass.  So, we will
have to start you on a very basic training course of how to have sex
with a man.  Normally sex is only permitted after the evening prayers
and as a reward for practising our doctrine, but I will have to arrange
some daytime sessions to get you trained prior to returning you to the
Omni."

"I can't do that.  I know that I am in a woman's body but I can't have
sex with a man." I said quietly but firmly, waiting for the jolt that
never came for some reason.

"Yes, you can and will." she replied firmly.  "I and several of the
other women, know how you feel at this moment.  About two thirds of the
women that you will meet here, were not born in the body that they
currently own.  You see, I was also born a male child and was destined
to be a monk here.  I was a black level sash monk that was scheduled to
get my white level sash.  I got cocky and questioned some basic
tenants.  I was given the correct answer that they wanted, yet I still
re-questioned the concepts even after being given extra guidance.
Instead of learning, I challenged the leadership and tried to form my
own group to challenge Ali; who was the same as me at that time.  For
my punishment, I was converted into the body that you see now, as
punishment for my rebellion and guidance for other monks.  I had to
learn how to suck the cocks of monks that used to take orders from me.
As a woman, I lost all friendships and position.  I rebelled again and
they turned my body into a zombie.  I could not move a finger or any
part of my body as I desired for a year.  My body walked, moved, ate,
used the bathroom, and other natural functions of it's own accord.  It
had sex as directed.  We have one sister that has another three months
left on her punishment that I will introduce you to.  She will be
offered the opportunity to re-join us.  If she refuses, she will stay
that way for five years and will be given one last time.  If she
refuses again, she will remain that way until her body dies.  Or we
will find someone else to put into her body.  By the way, do you
understand everything that I have said?"

"Yes." I replied.

"We have been speaking only the native Tibet language since you woke
up.  Thanks to the Omni's ring, Tibet is now your natural language that
you speak and think in.  You can still speak English, but you will have
to think about what you are saying and your English speech will have an
accent based upon your Tibetan pronunciation.  With that new female
body and language change, no one will ever recognize you as the former
Jesse Brown."



The Tour



Marish showed me how to brush my hair after it dried and how to wear it
during the day.  Then she gave me a pair of slippers and took me on a
tour.

She showed me the kitchen and the dinning room.  Women served the men
and I could only eat with the men, if a Priest requested it.  After
they ate, the women would eat.  Because I was new, my duties would be
to wash dishes until I developed a higher skill level.

She showed me the bathing area, the monks quarters and then we walked
into the children's area.  I was shocked by the children's area.
Instead of a Kiddy Korner type playground, all of the boy children were
sitting at desks, practicing reading and writing.  There was no noise
because everyone was busy.  Marish said quietly "Our children are
taught early to be productive and to concentrate on their studies.
Playing is not permitted."

As I watched them study, something weird dawned on me.  I said "There
are no female children."

Marish whispered "Most children born here are males.  What few female
children are born, are kept on the lowest level until they reach
puberty and expected to work in the laundry and heating plant.  After
puberty, if they are lucky, they will stay down there.  The better
looking women move up here and are frequently used to provide bodies to
punish monks.  When a female gets too old to serve the monks, she
either dies or works in the lower levels, taking care of the little
female children.  My own mother died down there three years ago.  I
expect to die there also, when it is my turn.  When I am no longer
desired by the Master."

As we walked back through the Monastery, a black sash monk approached
us.  He looked at me and said to Marish "This is the new one.  She has
a lot to learn.  I requested permission to become her first instructor.
Hakaka concurs with my request.  After the lunch meal, I will be in my
quarters."

He turned and walked away.  Marish said "He has the potential to become
a Master someday.  I am very proud of him.  He was the first child that
I bore.  He is also excellent in bed.  He frequently requests my
service."

I stopped and looked at her.  Then I slowly said "He is your child and
you fuck him as if he was a stranger."

She frowned and quietly replied "We live by different rules in here.  I
know that I am only a woman now.  In our order, motherhood stops when
the milk stops flowing.  We do not maintain attachment to our children
nor they to us.  I consider myself very fortunate that he likes to have
sex with me because he is a good lover.  I prefer to have sex with him
rather than some other monks here, for that reason.  Our pregnancy
cycle is one baby every eighteen months.  Except for two months around
the birth, you are expected to have sex as directed.  There is only one
woman for every twelve monks.  The higher priests have sex almost every
night, while the lower monks have sex only about once every three
months.  Jakeed has been working hard and could have been rewarded with
anyone here You are very lucky to have him request you.  Come with me.
I want to show you something."

We walked back to the women's quarters.  She entered a room.  Sitting
on a bed was a woman that was staring straight ahead at the wall.  As
we entered the room, Marish said "This is Janarak.  She has lost
control of her body.  Her body knows when to eat and how to eat.  Her
body knows where the bathroom is.  Her body knows how to receive or
give sex as ordered.  Daily, one of the Elders will lead her to the
room where she will spend the night with a monk.  We return for her in
the morning and take her back to her room, where she stares at the
prayer stand until she has to go to the bathroom or kitchen.  Watch her
eyes."

Then she said "Janarak, this is Marish.  I give you control of your
eyes."

Her eyes went from the dull glazed look to dark flashing eyes.
Although her face was still staring at the wall, her eyes turned to
glare at us.  Then Marish said "I take back that control."

Janarak's eyes glazed over again and returned focused on the prayer
stand.  Marish said "Stand and undress."

The woman stood and let her robe fall to the floor.  She had a
beautiful body.  Marish instructed "You spent the night with Hakaka
last night.  What did you do?"

She slowly replied.  "I undressed when he requested it.  He had me lay
on his face and hunch him as he tongued me.  Then he had me suck him
dry.  Then I laid on my back and he fucked me."

"What did you say?" she continued.

"I responded to his every question.  He wanted me to moan a lot and to
breath hard when my body experienced an orgasm.  He wanted me to tell
him how big his cock was and how good he was." she said.

"Did you have an orgasm?" she next asked.

"My body had four." she replied.

Marish looked at me and then said "Dress and continue your mediation."

As we walked out into the hall, she said "Every woman here is under
different levels of control of the Omni's bloodstone.  He can do that
to any of us.  The pain that you experienced is mild compared to her
punishment.  I suggest that you quickly forget your past life and
become what is required of us.  You are now a woman, whose only purpose
on Earth, is to serve the men of this monastery.  To bear their
children and to take care of them while they work on their studies.
You have a beautiful body that has been given to you.  You will be much
in demand by the men.  Now, I have to do my work.  Report to your
kitchen duties.  When you are dismissed after the last meal, return to
your room and clean your body.  I will come by, examine you, and take
you to the room where you will have sex tonight."

"What if I refuse to have sex?"

"You won't.  Believe me, you will not refuse."

She turned and walked away, knowing that I had no choice but to do as
she directed.  I slowly walked to the kitchen.  As I walked, I ran into
several monks and could now tell their level and rank.  I quickly
discovered that I was supposed to step aside and let them have the
right of ways.  Most of them ignored me except to look at me, knowing
that I was the new woman.

In the kitchen, I was assigned the dish washing job, relieving a fat
girl whose name was Dalark.  At lunch time, I was given a tray and told
to carry milk to every table.  As the dining room filled up, I saw a
lot of what Marish had told me about.  The men ate alone, except for a
couple of women who ate with them and laughed as they talked.  The
other women got their own meals and then returned to their job
assignments, leaving Dalark and myself to clean up the dinning room.

As we worked Dalark said "I have been here two weeks and have been
ordered to eat quarter rations until my body is the correct shape.  I
was working as a do- anything-for-a-dollar camp girl for tourists when
I woke up and found myself here.  Have you tried to escape yet?"

"No, but I plan to try tonight." I said.  Then the pain hit me again.
I dropped my plates that I was carrying and fell to the floor as I
jerked in pain.  The cook struck her head out, saw what was happening
and laughed at my misery.

When it quit and I could stand again, Dalark said "The same thing
happens to me.  If you say or do anything that is against their rules,
you get punished.  But you can think it.  It is almost as if something
is watching and listening to us at all times.  Say something about how
you want to have sex with one of the monks and watch the difference."

I looked at her very uneasy.  I didn't like the feeling that every time
that I opened my mouth, I got electrocuted.  I very carefully phrased
my words "I can't wait to have sex with a Priest.  I want to have a
priest's big cock in my pussy."

It worked.  I felt a sexual warmth flow through my body.  My breasts
were tingling and I almost staggered as I felt a warm, intense wet
sensation inside me.  Dalark said "Yeah, I do the same.  When I rebel,
I explode inside.  When I play their game, I get rewarded with good
sensations.  In the two weeks that I have been here, my body has
learned to jump into bed with them.  My body has changed to have an
very active libido."

As we cleaned the dinning room, we talked.  She was nineteen and had
one child somewhere out in the mountains.  She had never married and
worked as cooks, bearers or prostitute for the tourists coming to the
mountain.  Since coming here, she had sex every night and had lost
almost ten pounds.  She was happy here because she didn't have to worry
about where her next meal was coming from and she liked having sex with
a different man every night.  Her only concern was her baby that
relatives were taking care of.  She was very aware that I had been a
man only yesterday and wanted to know what it was like.  Did I enjoy
sex more as a woman?  I had to tell her that I didn't know because this
was my first day as a woman and she laughed about what I had to look
forward to when I presented myself to my first man tonight.



Jakeed



When I finished work, I headed to the bathroom to prepare for my first
sex as a woman.  Does that mean that I am a virgin?

The bathroom had multiple shower stalls.  I grabbed the soap, and
adjusted the spray so it was like needles pounding down on me, hot and
sharp.  I stepped right into the middle of it and closed my eyes and
just savoured the feel of the water sluicing over my flesh.  The hot
water pounding against my body felt good and it would have been easy to
just stay in, enjoying the sheer, sensual pleasure of it.

I worked some shampoo into a thick lather in my thick, dark hair, then
stepped back into the spray and let the water pound the soap out.  Then
I stepped out of the spay again and grabbed the big bar of soap from
the soap dish.  I worked it into a thick lather all over my skin and
savoured the slick firmness of my own body.  I tried to grab my nipples,
but the soap made my fingers slip off them, and I did it over and over
again, simply because it felt so good.  Naturally, one thing led to
another.

In moments, I was leaning back against the wall with the spray adjusted
to hit my pussy.  Instinctively I opened my legs, letting the spray
tease my sensitive but protective clitoris hood.  Although that felt
fantastic, some aged old feminine impulse was directing me to
instinctively use my fingers to spread my pussy lips.  As the spray hit
my clitoris, I shuddered; unable to keep my body from spasming from the
pleasure wave that simple motion rammed through my body.  Within
seconds, I was so close to cumming that I wanted to scream.  But as
wonderful as that felt, it was still almost unbearable.  I don't know
how I found the strength to slip one finger inside my pussy to see how
far I could go; but somehow I did it.  The position was just the
slightest bit uncomfortable, but the good feeling more than made up for
that.  I was right on the verge of cumming when the curtain was pulled
back.

Dalark said "Marish told me to make sure that you are clean." as she
stepped into the shower with me, looking at me with a knowing smile on
her face.  I felt so sick from being caught masturbating that I was
afraid that I would throw up.  She turned around and shut the shower
curtain as she held a washcloth up.  "I am supposed to help you learn
how to clean your sexual organs.  I know that sometimes, it is very
easy to get carried away.  If I embarrassed you, then I apologize.  I
am only following my orders."

I removed my fingers slowly, wishing that I had the nerve to take her
by the hand; to let her use her fingers on me as I had been using my
own fingers.  After a couple of moments, she turned back around and
whispered "It's all right to do that.  If only we had time..." leaving
her statement unfinished as she handed me soap and washcloth.

The rest of the shower was uneventful as she helped me clean myself.
Then she handed me a nozzle connected to a tube and bag.  Under her
very explicit direction, I learned how to douche myself so that I would
be clean inside.  Then how to give myself an enema, so that my ass
could also be used.  After we finished cleaning ourselves; we stepped
out into the common area to dry ourselves.  As we were drying, I met
some of the other women as they also prepared themselves for their
night's schedule.

She went back to my room with me, talking to me as if we had been best
friends all of our lives.  In my room, she had me sit down as she
helped me brush my hair so that it looked pretty.  Before I put my robe
on, I asked "Does anyone wear a bra here?"

She giggled as she exposed her braless shoulder under her robe.  "Most
women here don't need them.  The women have firm, small tits.  They
aren't like American women who are so big that they sag by the time
they are twenty and droop by the time they are thirty.  My tits sag
now, but I am on a diet and exercise routine that will firm them up.
Some of the women here are about bra size 25-A which looks like two
mosquitoes bites on some mounds of baby fat.  Americans call that bra
size training bras.  You are built nice.  I guess that you have a
nineteen-inch waist, twenty-four-inch hips and about a 32-B boobs.  You
don't want big tits with that little-girl waist and little-girl hips or
you would look like a freak.  By the way, Marish told me to report to
Ali's room tonight.  This will be my first time with him."

When we were finished preparing ourselves, she showed me to Jakeed's
room.

I knocked on the door hesitantly.  I thought and hoped that he was not
there, but he responded "Enter."

My course was set, requiring me to enter.  My first thought was that
his room was only slightly larger than mine, but just as sparsely
furnished.  Then I saw him.  He was sitting naked and cross-legged on a
mat.  I stood in the open doorway while I admired his nice lean build,
with a washboard belly.

He looked up at me with a silly smile; knowing full well that his stiff
cock stood up very prominent upon his very naked body.

He said "My skin is dry from the dry heat.  Remove your robe and put
this lotion on me."

Looking at his cock, all of my self-resolve to explore the fantastic
capabilities of this body, immediately departed.  Faintly, I heard my
voice say "No."

Without warning, my legs collapsed causing me to fall to the hard
floor; where I rolled in pain as the unseen force pounded my sensitive
body.  After a couple of seconds of very severe pain, the force quit.
While I laid on the floor recovering my breath, he said "You know that
I am not doing anything to you or causing this.  You are the one doing
this to yourself by resisting my desires.  What is your answer?"

I looked at him with anger because of what had just happened to me.  I
took my anger out, using him as an escape valve as I grunted "Never."

The next ten seconds were very miserable.  I almost wished that I could
die.  When the pain ceased, I was wet with sweat from my exertions.  He
only looked at me and asked again "I don't enjoy seeing you do this to
yourself.  What is your answer?"

Before I could respond, my body jerked as I twisted and screamed from
the pain striking me again.  As soon as I started screaming this time,
my vocal cords shut down so all I could release, was a silent scream.
When the pain quit as suddenly as it started, he asked "What is your
answer?"

I laid there for at least ten seconds, not breathing, not moving, not
speaking.  Then, knowing when to fight and when to surrender, I stood
slowly, took my robe off as I stood naked in front of him.  His face
which had been expressionless up to now, showed a slight smile as his
eyes left my face.  I could feel his eyes travel up and down my body.
When he was finished evaluating my body, he held up a small bottom of
lotion.  "I do not know how it is occurring, but we are being observed
somehow.  We both have to do things that we would prefer not to do at
this time.  Do we make it easy on ourselves and enjoy what we must do?
Or do we fight it?"

I knew the answer.  There was only one answer.  In response to his
question, I took the lotion from him, slowly removing the cap as his
eyes ignored my hands, concentrating upon my dark patch of pubic hair.

As I poured the oil in my hand, it felt warm and smelled wonderful.
Walking around behind him, so that he was not staring at my naked body;
I poured some of the luscious feeling lotion on the middle of his back.
As it slowly rolled down between his shoulder blades, my hand
cautiously touched his skin; then firmly rubbed it on his back in an
circle motion.

"Face me and put it on my chest." he murmured, knowing that I did not
want to do that; but had to do whatever he requested.

Slowly, I walked back around until I was directly in front of him
before I got down on my knees in front of him.  I tried to ignore his
staring at my jiggling boobs as I slowly rubbed the lotion on his
chest.

"Lower." he commanded

His voice indicated that he clearly was the leader.  From his
authoritative tone, I could tell that he liked being in control of me.
I froze for a moment, then the thought of the intense pain was the
incentive to put some more oil in my hand.  As I reached for his chest,
his hand redirected my hand lower on his body.  Much lower than I
liked.  As he positioned my hand on his lower abdomen, I decided that I
had two choices.  I could capitulate and comply like a whipped dog.
Would whipped pussy be a better choice of words?  Or I could learn to
fight the battle on this very new ground, with the potential of losing
some battles while winning the war.

I know that he doesn't know why a smile replaced my look of disgust,
but after I made my decision, everything became so much easier.
Without any further hesitation, I started working the oil lower, into
the pubic hairs; as if I had been used to lubricating men's cocks all
of my life.

The bold and decisive man bit his lip as he leaned back, exposing
himself more to my touch.  I knew that the position that he chose,
using his arms to brace himself, was chosen because it made his cock
stick straight up.  Putting a generous dollop of oil on my hand, I
decided to touch him before I allowed myself the opportunity to back
out.  His breathing became noticeably louder as I lightly rubbed the
oil on the hard cock.

"That feels so good and I enjoy your hands.  We have all night.
Continue with the rest of my body." he said as he rolled over.

Now that I had allowed myself to touch him, it did not seem as bad to
be doing what I was doing.  Following his instructions, I started at
his ankles, working my way up his legs.  I could feel him tense up as I
kneaded his taut muscles, knowing that he was enjoying my manipulation.

His legs parted when I reached his knees and the higher my hands went
on the insides of his thighs, the harder his cock became.  I rubbed the
lotion around his cock, knowing that I could only tease him for so long
before I would have to make the ultimate sacrifice.

We were staring each other in the eyes and I saw a glazed look in his
eyes just a couple of seconds before he took my hand to guide it where
he wanted it.  He firmly placed my fingers on his cock.  His cock was
so stiff, it was almost bouncing off his belly in rhythm with his
breathing.

I really looked at it, then for the first time.  While I had a limited
knowledge of cocks, I assumed that it was a nice cock.  It was only
about five or six inches long and average thick; thank god.  If it had
been a foot long, I would probably have run away in fright.

I quickly discovered that the soft hair around the base of his cock
tickled.  His balls looked as hard and tight as his cock, which
surprised me.  I gripped his dick lightly, because it was the first
time I ever touched another man's penis, much less touching a hard,
naked penis; other than my own.  I felt a little sizzle of excitement
run through me, as my body responded to my acceptance of touching him.

As I massaged his cock, my breasts started tingling followed by that
now familiar warm, wet sensation between my legs again.  Dalark's
comment on how they conditioned us to enjoy sex with them, echoed
through my mind.  My female body was definitely responding to this and
causing my male brain to enjoy it.

"Mmmmmm yes, keep it slow like that" he said.  I continued stroking his
swollen cock, watching the way that he now allowed me to do whatever I
wanted to do to him.  The way that he spread his legs and let me
squeeze his most sensitive body parts, made me feel strange.  But I
didn't have time to analyse it, because it wasn't more than thirty
seconds before he was groaning and his hips were moving.  Another
thirty seconds and he stopped as his cock exploded a wet mass of jism
that rolled down his cock and my hand.

"You are not going to get by that easy on your first time," he said
soothingly.  "I liked that," I said.  "Did you like it?  No, don't
answer because I don't want to see you in pain again.  I like to have
someone jerk me off every once in awhile as we talk about fucking.
When I was living on the children's side, I used to think about what it
would be like to fuck Marish, who I knew gave birth to me.  I would lie
there in my bed and jerk myself off.  So the first time that we had
sex, I had her jerk me off.  Then I ate her out with my tongue.  She
was not my first woman, but was my reward for exceptional work."

He stared at my tits as he talked.  His eyes followed my jiggling boobs
as I stroked him, drawn to them as if they were magnets.  Then he
allowed his hands to wander over my jugs.  He was surprisingly gentle
the first careful squeezes, as he tested my firmness.  I was enjoying
his hands caressing me as he began playing with my nipples.

"You have real nice tits.  You have bigger tits than most women here."
he whispered.  "The Master likes small titty women, so I must like
small titty women also.  But someday when I am Master, I will have some
larger boobed women to see what they taste and feel like."

I stroked my hand up and down his cock quickly a couple of times, then
stopped as he said "I want to suck your pussy while you kiss my cock.
After you feel my tongue inside you, I think that you will want to suck
me as much as I want to suck you."

He rolled over and lay back on the rug.  I hesitated just a second
remembering my reluctance only minutes ago to even touch him.  Now I
couldn't get close enough to him.  I wanted him.  My sex hungry body
was driving every emotion and logic that I had.

I could feel and see his dick throbbing furiously as I climbed over
him.  He directed me to turn facing his feet.  I straddled his chest
with my knees so that my legs were quite wide open.  I felt his hot
breath on my mound and stretched forward till his dick was touching my
mouth.

He began to kiss and lick my cunt as I gasped and opened my mouth.  He
hunched his hips up so that suddenly about half of his hard dick was in
my mouth.  I closed my lips around his dick as he wrapped his hands
around my ass.  Then I closed my eyes and sucked his cock as if I was
sucking for oil.  I didn't know all the little movements that make a
good cocksucker, but I felt this intense sexual desire to learn.  My
body was providing me so much pleasure that I couldn't quit and I
wanted his cock more than anything I ever wanted in my life.

I put my hands on his hips to moderate the thrashing of his fucking
movements as I sucked and pulled on his cock with my lips.  I started
cumming first.  He was an expert at cunt licking, causing me to suck
harder when he licked my cunt with his tongue.  He got a liplock on my
clit and was trilling his tongue tip over it as fast as he could.

I started cumming and didn't stop, not even when he worked one finger
into my cunt.  I felt a little tension and then his finger was deep
inside me.  My inner vagina muscles grabbed that finger and squeezed
it.  As I cummed, I clenched and almost froze as I bucked on his lips
and tongue and finger.

The combination of that finger-fucking and his prolonged arousal along
with my desperate sucking sent him exploding into my mouth.  His hips
jerked, driving his dick further into my mouth, and then he was
cumming.  I didn't intend to swallow his cum, but there was no escape
from his pumping, thick flow.  I swallowed by reflex.

I was sucking and cumming.  He was licking and cumming.  Both of us
were moaning and cumming.  I kept swallowing as he kept cumming, more
than I'd suspected was possible.  When he finally stopped spurting, I
sucked as hard as I could.  From somewhere in his balls, he summoned
forth a last shooting gob of sperm.  He groaned and his hands fell away
from my butt as I released his spent, but still half-hard, cock from my
spermy lips.  His cum tasted thick and strong.  I had sucked him dry
and wished for more.

I lay sprawled on him for a few minutes, my pussy backed against the
underside his chin and my hips slowly, languidly revolving.  His dick
stayed half-hard against my face.  Finally I climbed off of him and
laid beside him.  I was still tingling with pleasure that my new female
body was providing me.  At this moment, I would have taken on a
football team.  I wanted to be fucked.  I wanted it so bad that I
couldn't stand it.

He sat up slowly, as if exhausted.  His face was slick with my juices,
as were the insides of my thighs.  I reached out and gently stroked his
half-hard dick a couple of times as I whispered.  "I did not think that
I could ever enjoy being a cocksucker."

His prick began hardening again.  I sucked the head of his hard dick
into my mouth.  I kept my hands on his lean hips to restrain his desire
to jam the whole thing into my throat and after a minute of that, I
pulled him next to me, urging him to lay back on the rug.

I straddled his hips so that I was facing him.  One of my hands stroked
his cock against my cunt lips, discovering the pleasure that it brought
me; as I maneuvered his dick over my swollen little clit.  I felt his
dick's head pressing into the slit of my cunt lips.  As soon as it was
in place, he hunched his hips up and began pushing it into me.

His cock wasn't very thick, but it was still a tight fit.  It went in
slowly, very slowly, inch by inch.  My little cunt was so tight that I
didn't think it was going to go in at all.  He just put his hands over
the hard mounds of my ass and pressed down while his hips rammed that
stiff, throbbing cock up me.  As it found it's way deep into me, I bit
his neck and dug my fingernails into his back.

I loved it.  I have never had such an intense deep sexual pleasure.
This feels so damn good inside me that I don't want it to stop.
Feeling his dick slide into me for the first time was a wonderful
feeling, but not as wonderful as when he started to slowly hump me.
His cock was spreading and opening me, filling a void that I didn't
know existed until his hot cock entered me.

My pussy lips were stretched tight and my clitoris was fully exposed as
he humped me.  I have never felt anything as delicious as the feeling
of a cock throbbing inside me.  I started cumming.  My pussy went into
spasms and all I could do was press down as hard as I could on him.
Press down and feel his cock sliding slowly into me, spreading and
filling me.  I screamed from the joy of what I was feeling.

When he started moving inside me, it was all over.  I came so hard and
so long that I was afraid I was passing out.  All I knew was the
wonderful pleasure ripping through my little body.  My had-to-be-virgin
pussy was tight and it only took a couple of minutes of that until
Jakeed was cumming, too.  I felt his dick swell inside me before he
started groaning how hot and tight I was and how good my pussy was.

I thought that he would never stop cumming this time.  We laid there
exhausted, me on top of him.  My hips kept jerking and rolling as small
orgasms rocked through me.  As his cock shriveled and pulled out of me,
our combined juices poured of me and drenched his thighs and the bed
beneath us.

For a long time, we just lay there with me sprawled on his hard body.
Finally he whispered "If I ask you to make love to me again, what is
your answer?"

I raised my head and kissed his lips softly.  Then I responded "If I
had known it was going to be this wonderful, I would have raped you in
the hallway earlier today."

"Are you still mad at me?  If it hadn't been me, it would have been
someone else.  I wanted to take you when I saw you today, but that
would be against the rules.  And around here, we obey the rules to the
letter." he said as he tweaked my nipples.

I burst out laughing.  I couldn't help it.  I kissed him, pressing my
boobs into his chest, feeling his hard-on returning between his legs.

I was enjoying the effect I was having on him.  I liked the sweaty way
he smelled from where we had excited each other.  My nipples were
tightening, just thinking about what did to me.  I ran my hand down his
chest, to his thigh, then to his bulge and squeezed.  His eyes closed
as he exhaled softly.  His cock was as hard as a piece of steel.

"Come here and let me feel those firm breasts rub against my chest." he
suggested.  This time, it was not a command; but was only a suggestion
for both of us to enjoy.  I ran my arm around the back of his neck and
kissed him hard.  I wanted him so badly that I ached.

His tongue was probing frantically into my mouth and slowly the kiss
became sweet.  His hand slid off my tit and around my back and he held
me close.  I ran my hand down over his chest and to his crotch.

"Do you like for me to do this?" I asked.

He nodded as he replied "More importantly, do you like?"

I answered by grabbing him around the waist, pulling his hard cock
against my leg, and feeling my juices running hot and thick through my
pulsing vaginal opening.  He responded by grabbing my tits, just
letting his palms explore them, learning their curves and contours.
Finally, he pressed them slightly, then cupped them and lifted just a
bit.  His fingertips closed around my spiky nipple and compressed it
slightly.  He grasped the other nipple and began gingerly pinching and
pulling and gently turning them.  Each touch and movement sent a
lurching spasm through my belly and straight to my cunt.  He fastened
his lips, sucked, and ran his tongue over the tip of my nipple and I
came!  I shook slightly and my knees buckled.

My eyes closed and my knees started trembling.  It was incredibly
sensual.  I felt that now very familiar heat in my belly and moisture
on the insides of my thighs.  I was so wet.

His cock was standing straight out, waiting on me.  He crawled over me
and began madly kissing and licking all over my breasts, pausing only
to take one nipple or the other between his lips and suck my whole tit.
His fingers were in my clit and with his tongue never stopping, I had a
couple more internal explosions.

His finger slid into my cunt and he gasped, "It's so wet and hot!" as
he crawled over me while I wriggled under him until my mouth was around
his cock.  I closed my lips on his shaft and began sucking as he
moaned.  Then he said "No, it's my turn." as he pulled his cock from my
mouth.

His hands were running over my quivering boobs.  His lips worked their
way down over my belly and then to my thighs.  He started kissing his
way down into the slit between my legs.  His breath was like fire on my
exposed cunt lips and throbbing clit.  His tongue went into the hollows
between my thighs then to my swollen cunt lips.  He shifted the tip of
his tongue from one side to the other, making me groan and buck.  And
the juices just flooded out of me.  I was trying not to jump away from
his tongue!

He slid his hands under my butt, holding me tightly as he lifted my ass
and pulled my cunt up to his waiting lips.  He kissed my cunt before he
stuck his tongue inside, licking as much as he could.  I took his hands
away from my ass and moved them to my tits, so his fingers could pull
and play with my nipples.

"More" I whispered, as he licked the top of my cunt.

As soon as his tongue hit my clit, I jumped and wrapped my legs around
his head.  He closed his lips around it and sucked on it as he lapped
at it.  I came in one long, wild orgasm.  I thought I was going to die
from the pleasure and intensity of my orgasm.

I continued to shudder with pleasure as I pulled him up to me and
kissed him.  We kissed frantically, passionately, tasting myself and
his cum on my tongue and him tasting himself and my juices on his.

I desperately wanted his hard cock in my cunt.  I rolled him on top of
me and said "I want you inside me!  Now."

I reached between us and gripped his hot, still hard cock.  I
instinctively raised my legs high and wide as I guided him to the
opening.  As soon as his cock was in my labia, he gave one long stroke
that plunged his cock inside me completely.  I groaned loudly and he
pressed deeper as his cock ground against my clit.

I wrapped my arms around his back and clawed at him as he began humping
me.  He banged away in short, hard, deep thrusts.  After several
minutes of this, I could feel his cock swell inside me.  Then he jammed
himself so hard into me and against me that it almost hurt and before
he exploded in me.

He kept cumming, as his balls kept manufacturing loads of hot cum to
flood me until my cunt was filled and it was draining back out.  My
cunt kept contracting around him, causing him to make some more cum.

Finally, he stop cumming.  His cock stayed half-hard inside me as he
collapsed on top of me.  I tried to hold his half-hard cock inside me
so I rolled to the side, but it didn't work as his prick slid out of
me.  His cum and my juices made my thighs glisten.

He rubbed his hands between my legs and smeared his hand with our
juice.  He smeared this on my tits.  My nipples were very, very hard.
He tried to pinch them, but his fingertips slid off.  We kissed and
rubbed our slimy, sweaty bodies together and I was ready to cum again.

Bur unfortunately, he wasn't.  He fell asleep in my arms.  As we laid
there, I thought about what had occurred to me in the last day and how
much I had changed in the last three hours.

I am a man.  I still feel like a man, but I have learned a new skill.
I have found something that I really like.  I don't feel like a woman.
I think that I am still a man, even though I am in a woman's body.  I
think that being a woman, is like being a man.  You have to have the
correct attitude.



What Next



As he slept, I got up and went back to my area, knowing that falling
asleep in a man's room was forbidden.

I stopped in the bathroom and cleaned myself up before I went to bed.
I raised my arms over my head and slowly turned in front of the mirror
as I examined my reflection.  I still could not believe that the
reflected image was really me.

My face was not round as most Orientals but was definitely Asian.  My
overall complexion is slightly dark.  My long, straight black hair hung
halfway down my shoulders.  I had nice long, slender legs, that were
very shapely.  My tits were very firm, and looked large on my oriental
body.  My nipples were hard and sticking out.  My belly was flat and
blended into a perfect waist.  I had some hips but they were not large.
I had very black, thick, curly hair on my pussy.  After I examined
myself carefully, I went back to my room.  I was very tired and fell
asleep as soon as I laid down.

I was shaken awake by Marish who said "Life is not all fun and games.
It's time to go to work, if you know what is good for you."

I got up and discovered that I was very tender between my legs, with
one bruise on an inner thigh.  I took another quick shower and brushed
my hair, then reported to my job in the kitchen.  Dalark was not there.
When it was time for my morning break, I went back to her room.  I
knocked on her door and didn't get an answer.  I opened the door and
went in anyway.

I found Dalark sitting and staring at the wall.  Her eyes were blank
and she did not see me when I stood in front of her.  I called her name
and she did not respond.  I lifted her chin and when I let go, it
returned to it's former angle.  She had been turned into a zombie by
Ali or something that she rebelled against last night.

I turned to leave to go find Marish.  She was standing in the doorway,
watching me.  She said "I have frequently checked on her today.  Ali
was not happy with her last night because she had promised to lose more
weight than she had really lost.  He took control of her body and
turned her over to me.  Every hour, I have her do vigorous exercises
for forty minutes and then rest twenty.  She is in her rest stage now.
I will return her to him this evening and he will make her new exercise
regiment part of her normal life.  She will lose weight quickly and
will stay in excellent shape the rest of her life.  Don't worry about
her.  She is all right inside that shell and this little training
exercise will help her adapt quicker to our demanding lifestyle.  I
recommend that you return to work.  Do not interfere with Ali's
punishment, if you know what is good for you."

I nodded.  She changed the subject "Jakeed is in very good spirits
today.  You pleased him and he let his friends know.  I now have
several requests for your sexual service for tonight.  But I have
already been told to give you to Dankrek.  He is a white sash and you
will be gentle with him because he is very inexperienced.  It is the
monk's choice to accept or decline most sex rewards.  Dankrek for some
reason, turns down most rewards."

Then she stepped aside and I returned to my kitchen duties without
looking back at Dalark.  It hurt too much to see her like that.  When
it was lunch time, Jakeed walked by me without saying anything.  After
he got his food and sat down, he looked up to see if anyone was
watching.  When he determined that no one was, he looked at me allowing
a slight smile to appear on his mouth before he started eating.

After work, I cleaned up and prepared myself for Dankrek.  For some
unknown reason, I was feeling a wide variety of emotions.  I wanted to
go back to Jakeed's room.  I wanted to cry and knew that it was the
feminine hormones in my body and this situation.  When it was time, I
pulled myself together as I walked to Dankrek's room.  I knocked on the
door and someone said "Enter."

I found a tall, skinny man sitting on a couch.  His room was better
furnished than Jakeed's room had been.

He waved me to a spot on the couch beside him.  I sat down as he said
"Jakeed was very satisfied with your service.  He rates you very high.
For someone so new to your current identity, you have adapted quite
well."

I nodded and there was a minute of awkward silence while neither of us
spoke.  Then he said "I didn't ask for you or for the services that you
are supposed to provide me.  I work hard but I usually give my rewards
away.  I was told to accept this reward so I have no choice but to do
as commanded.  Just as you, I must also follow my orders.  I suppose
that we should start so that we can get this over with."

As he got up, his eyes widened and he stared at my chest as if he'd
just noticed that I had tits.  He opened my robe and stared at my boobs
as if he were an automobile mechanic looking at a powerful engine under
the hood.

I looked up at him waiting for whatever he wanted me to do.  He said,
simply, "Has this body ever nursed a baby?  The breasts are very full
and are not the breasts that I was expecting."

"Not that I am aware of.  I only know what the Omni told me about this
body." I replied.

Then he grinned as he motioned for me to rise.  I noticed the hard
bulge in the front of his robe.  I liked the fact that I could do that
to him because I was beginning to wonder about real sex orientation.

I eased out of my robe so that I was standing naked.  My nipples were
hard and pointy even though nothing had been done to me, to cause that
arousal.  He was staring at them.  "They're beautiful," he said.  "I
never saw such big, beautiful breasts on a woman.  I have heard about
Marish's breasts, but I have never seen them."

He was standing there, just looking at me.  I decided to take control
of this situation and get it on the road.  I asked "Would you like to
suck on them?"

He stammered and said "Why would I want to do that?"

This guy was more of a virgin than I was.  If I had wound up him with
last night, I would still be a virgin.  And would still think of sex
only from the male perspective.

"Let me see if I can find a reason for you to do that." I said as I put
my hand over the bulge in his robe.

He tried to step backward, but I moved with him and rubbed his crotch
as I said "Take it out so I can play with it."

He eased out of his robe as his dick sprang up and throbbed right in my
face.  It was about four inches long and below average, I thought.  But
as long as I am held here and have to play their game, I have to work
with what is provided me.  I wrapped my hand around his cock and
squeezed on it.  He groaned softly.

I said, "Now, you have to play with me."

He reached down with his finger, allowing his fingertip to touch
against my nipple very gently.  After a moment of finger play, he put
his whole hand on my boob.  He was still being cautious as he squeezed
my breast carefully.  But I didn't care, because the sensation sent a
rush right through my body to my pussy.  I had learned how pleasurable
it could be to fuck, and I was turned on by the prospect of doing it
again.  Even with this dork.

I knelt down and rubbed his throbbing cock against my breast.  He
squeaked in a high pitched voice "What are you doing?"

"Earning my keep." I replied; as I put his dick into my mouth and
sucked his cock head.  I locked my lips around his shaft and started
jacking him.  With my other hand, I was rubbing my pussy, helping
myself to get very turned on.  I let go of his cock so that I could
press my tits hard against his stomach as I said "Do you like to eat
pussy?"

"I ...  I don't know." he replied truthfully.

"We all have to go through a learning experiences.  You would be
surprised at what I learned just last night." I said as I stroked his
dick, pulling him close to me.  I leaned forward to kiss his cock.
Then I let go of his dick as I laid back, my legs a little apart.

"Start by kissing my tits," I instructed him.  He bent his head down
and started kissing my tits.  He gently kissed my nipples before he
sucked one lightly into his mouth.  His other hand was gently pinching
my other nipple.  It didn't take too much of his alternating sucking
and plucking before my hips were humping his legs.  I pushed him over
and spread my legs, to show him what I would like for him to do next.

He kissed and nibbled his way down past my bellybutton, down to my warm
and wet spot.  His lips found the top of my mound.  When his lips
touched my clit, I jumped and shuddered from the pleasure of it.  My
legs were wide open and my hips were sucking his face into my body.  He
plunged in eagerly, lapping away at my cunt.  I put my legs over his
back, so my vagina was aimed right into his mouth.

He held my cunt into his mouth and gobbled, with the tip of his tongue
on my clitoris.  He quickly learned to alternate using his tongue and
rubbing his nose against my clit.  It didn't take much of that action
before I came and came and came.  I rolled him onto his back and
sprawled my sweaty, slick body on top of him.

I straddled his waist, kneeling around his body.  I reached back and
found his hard and throbbing cock.  I adjusted my position as I pressed
it into my pussy, slowly lowering myself till it was rubbing my cunt.
I was incredibly wet, or he never would have got into me.  I pushed
down and back, thrusting more and more of his dick into me.  His hips
had begun moving as I did this, resulting in his hard abdomen pounding
faster and faster against my butt.  He moaned and then started pounding
long, hard strokes that plunged his shaft inside me.  I was rubbing and
twiddling myself causing my vaginal muscles to spasm almost constantly
on him.  His cock seemed to be going even farther than his four inches
inside me, now, and I felt a strong cum building.  After only a couple
of minutes of this very enjoyable humping, he started cumming.  His
hands pulled my ass down and I had almost all of him in me before he
stopped shooting.  I could feel his spasms, but I was already so wet I
didn't feel his jism in me.

But he stayed mostly hard as I laid on top of him, giving him time to
recover somewhat.  I kept all of his dick in me, waiting for him to
fuck me again.  When his cock started feeling soft inside me, I started
sliding around his body, rubbing my sweaty body against his just as
sweaty body.  I let myself fall forward onto him, so my titties were
pressed into his upper stomach and I just let my hips slide up and down
as I rubbed my body against his body as many ways as possible.  He
especially liked it when I traced small circles on his belly with my
nipples, watching his chest hair part as my nipples combed his chest
hair.

He was quickly hard as a rock inside me again and I was starting to cum
again.  Unlike the orgasms when he was eating me, this one built and
built and built, like a wave coming in.  When it started, I could feel
my cunt close around him.  He was jerking his hips up, thrusting into
me like a mad man.  Or like a man who hadn't been fucked in months.  I
sat up and back and pressed my cunt down hard onto his stiff dick,
enjoying that indescribable feeling.  I started moving my hips up and
down, slowly, savouring the feeling from that angle enjoying the
different ways it rubbed inside me.  As I started cumming, I glanced
down, past the jiggling mounds of my swollen nipples to see his dick
pumping into my pussy.  I felt him creamed inside me and it started
another orgasm for me.

I was trying to retain his rapidly softening cock inside me but he
grunted "No more.  Please stop.  I can't take any more tonight."

I pulled myself off him and stood.  As I pulled away, my cunt held onto
his limp prick and stretched it out till it flopped back onto his
belly, letting our mixture of warm and sticky juices flow out of my
tight slit.

I put my robe back on and was getting ready to leave when he said "Do
not let Ali destroy you."

I stopped to looked at him.  He continued "Ali is impotent most of the
time.  He can only enjoy sex by using the power of the ring to control
his body.  When he turns the ring on himself, he becomes a battering
ram.  Several of the women have bled for days and a couple have almost
died.  When he takes the ring off, it is so that he can use it's power
on himself."

"I would think he has to wear the ring to use it's power." I suggested,
wanting to find out as much as I could about the ring.

He rolled over and said "Wearing the ring does nothing except keep the
ring close by.  Pressing the ring's stone, amplifies the wearer's
thoughts and projects them.  Just as all of us here and especially the
women, you are under some degree of his mind control.  He ordered you
to accept his wishes and you have to comply.  There is no magic except
what is in your head.  What instructions he has given you.  When he
takes the ring off, he is powerless."



Marish's Gift



I was walking back to the shower area when Marish came down an
adjoining hallway.  She smiled at me and said "You are the first woman
that lasted over twenty minutes in his private quarters.  Did you play
chess with him?"

I laughed as I said "Smell my box and you will know what we did."
before I realized how gross that could be.

She laughed back and said "I also can reward people.  Come with me."

I followed her down some halls and into a room as she shut the door
behind us.  In the center of the floor was a big bathtub.  She undid
the belt around her waist, letting her robe partially open as she said
"You don't tell me what you just did and I won't tell you who I just
did.  But I really need a dip in the worst way."

She must have seen the surprise in my face.

She took both my arms in her hands, her fingers just above my elbows,
and held me at arm's length to appraise me.  Marish was staring at me,
her robe opened and her cleavage exposed to me.  Her gaze was focused
on my breasts as she undid my sash and let my robe open.  She pushed
the robe open and said "When I was a man, I had a breast fetish.  When
I became a woman, I lost some of that desire because of my own breasts
and the rest of the women have such small boobs.  Looking at your very
nice breasts, resurrects some of those old feelings.  Have you got used
to the jiggling feeling yet?"

"No, but it no longer bothers me because I enjoy the jiggle sensation
and the way that my nipples rub against my clothes." I replied.

"I remember when my breasts looked as good as your breasts do." she
said, surveying me as she pushed my robe so it fell off of my body and
onto the floor.  "Your breasts are absolutely perfect.  Even with those
red marks from his mouth still on them." She peeled off her robe and
stood naked before me.

"You've still got a beautiful body.  If I was a man, I would never kick
you out of my bed." I said.  Her breasts were still firm and conical
with just a little sag.  She had really big aureoles and her nipples
looked like they could get very thick and prominent.  Her cunt hair was
very black.

She laughed and said "It formerly belonged to a prostitute.  Her father
started her by selling her body when she was nine years old.  When the
Master purchased her at age fourteen, she was an experienced, horny
little fucktoy.  I had her once as a reward.  Less than three weeks
later, I became her, because of Ali's insistence pleading to the Master
that I must be punished for my heretic thinking.  It was also because
of Ali's planning, that my former best friend was my first lover.  I
resisted him, knowing that he had to treat me the way he was treating
me or he would suffer a similar fate.  The Master broke my spirit with
his ring and soon I became the woman that they wanted.  Yes, you are
right.  It is a beautiful body that I have.  It's desires became my
desires.  I live now only to serve my body and it's sexual needs."

She picked up a bottle of skin lotion.  "Let me help you with those
marks," she said, squeezing some of the lotion into her hand.  She put
the bottle down and then rubbed her hands together, spreading the
lotion.  I watched her face as she stepped close to me.

She began massaging the slippery lotion into the sides of my boobs.
Her fingers were gentle and her touch was sure as she spread and
massaged the lotion into my sensitive, firm young breasts.

"Tell me, Janan," she said, her face a foot from mine.  "If I told you
that I wanted to make love to you, would you be insulted?"

I shook my head, "No.  I would enjoy making love with you.  I would do
that of my own free will."

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said as she bent her head to kiss me
on the mouth.  I opened my mouth to her allowing our tongues to met.
As we kissed, her wonderful, soft hands never stopped caressing my
breasts.  My hands got busy, too.  I rested my fingers on her butt for
a moment and then started stroking her ass cheeks.

She moved me a couple of steps backward onto a thick rug that we laid
on.  She half-turned me and we rolled on the rug with our arms around
each other.  Her half- inch thick nipples got very prominent and begged
to be kissed.

"Oh, yes, Janan, do that," she whispered, so I did it some more, moving
my mouth from one firm, pointy breast to the other and back again.  I
started sucking her nipples, following her as she rolled onto her back.
I rolled on top of her, still sucking, keeping my hands on the outer
swells of each firm cone.  Her nipples had swelled still more and she
was moaning and moving slowly, sensuously beneath me.  Her hands never
stopped moving, caressing my face, my shoulders, reaching down to cup
my tits and squeeze them a little.  When she traced her forefinger
around my lips as I sucked one of her nipples, I felt a surge of
excitement go through me.

I flicked my tongue rapidly back and forth over the nipple in my mouth
and she arched her hips.  "Bite it," she begged.  "Bite my nipple."

I closed my teeth carefully over that turgid nozzle and gently chewed
it, my tongue continually moving over the tip.  She gasped loudly and
her hips began an unmistakable fucking motion.  I continued my mouth
work on the nipple and pinched the other nipple with my thumb and
forefinger.  Her hips moved more urgently and when I began to twist the
other nipple, she came.  She arched her back, her legs wide and her
cunt jabbing at the ceiling.  Then she froze and fell back, groaning.

"Let's lick each other, " she said.  She guided my hips back and up,
settling my legs on either side of her head.  I lowered my cunt on her
mouth as she introduced me to the pleasures that a thoroughly
experienced woman can lavish on another woman.  I'd never experienced
anything quite like what she was doing.  Marish had a way of sucking my
entire cunt into her mouth and then running the tip of her tongue over
my labia and clit so the moist tongue barely grazed my swollen flesh.
Thirty seconds of that and I was flowing like a stream, ready to cum.

I ducked my head down and began licking the insides of her thighs and
the edges of her pussy hair.  Her cunt lips were very long and swollen.
I took each one in my mouth, sucked on it, licked it and then let my
teeth gently close on it.  She groaned against my cunt and slowed her
tongue's movements to a tantalizing, excruciatingly pleasurable caress.

When I turned my attention to her clitoris, she got really wild.  If I
was flowing like a stream, she was a river.  The juices just kept
coming out of her pussy.  Her feet were flat on the rug and her legs
were wide apart, and so were her labia.  Her pussy gaped at me and I
could see it pulsing inside when I sucked the swollen little grain of
her clitoris.

"Put your fingers in me.!" she asked softly as she reached around my
hips and used her fingers to open the tight clam of my cunt.  She
started licking the inner flesh of my cunt lips.  The pleasure was
washing over me in long, gentle waves, undulating orgasms that rocked
my little body back and forth.

I put two fingers inside her and there was plenty of room, so I added
another.  Her movements on my cunt and under my lips said she liked
that.  There seemed to be more room, so I put another finger in her
cunt, filling it.  I worked my four fingers in and out as far as they'd
go and she moaned against my pussy and shook beneath me.  I felt her
cunt spasm on my fingers and knew she was cumming.  I was ready to
stop.

She wasn't.

"Put them all in there, Janan!  Please," she cried.  "Put your whole
hand in me!"

My hand?  Well, I was small and she certainly had a big hole.  She was
also wet enough and I figured she knew what she was doing, so I worked
my thumb into her cunt, too.  Then I started moving my hand back and
forth.

"Push it in -- all the way!  Please!"

I pushed at her and she pushed at me and my hand slid inside much more
easily than I'd have expected.  When my wrist was caught in her cunt,
she clamped down on me and came, hard, and then started revolving her
hips and fucking at my hand.  I couldn't keep my mouth on her clit
anymore, so I just did what I could while she kept licking and sucking
all the exposed pink flesh of my pussy.

I wiggled my fingers inside of her and she came again, even harder, and
then she sobbed at me from between my legs:  "Please, Janan -- make a
fist in me!"

I was game for anything at that point, so I made the fist and she got
crazy.

"Ohhh, yeah, pump me with it!  Fuck me with it!"

I did as she'd asked, working my hard, clenched small fist in her
sopping twat.  She came and came, going rigid under me, then turned
slippery as she bucked in rhythm with my fist.  Her cunt was tightening
around my hand and it took real effort to continue, but she kept
yelling, louder and louder, "Pump me with it -- oh yeah!  Fuck me
harder -- oh, yeah!"

Finally, I pushed my fist in as far as I could, till she had my fist
and wrist in her.  Then I began twisting my hand inside her.  Her
jerking and jumping led me to believe that she just plain lost control.
She shrieked into my cunt so loud I thought the sound would come out of
my ears and she came and came and came, for more than a minute.

When she finally relented, she whispered, "Now take it out real slow,
just like that -- oh yeah.  Not too fast, and flex your thumb.  Yes.
Like that.  Just hold it there for a second and let me catch my breath.
Oh, that feels so good.  I can't describe how it feels!"

I pulled my invading hand out of her slowly and carefully and every
inch or so, she'd shiver and have a little orgasm.  When my fist almost
came out completely, even her big pussy was stretched around my hand.
Then it came out and with it came a regular flood of musky female
juice.  She lay back, spread-eagled, and panted and shook.  Her swollen
nipples looked ready to burst.

I crawled up next to her and she pulled me into her arms as she held me
tight.

"Janan, that was so good," she said.  "I love being stuffed like that."

"I loved the way you were licking me," I answered.  She kissed me,
depositing some of my own juices on my mouth.

"You have such a sweet, tight little cunt, so smooth and tasty --
mmmmm!" She licked her lips and then mine.  "I could eat your pretty
little pussy all day!  No wonder Jakeed is so crazy about you."

"Okay by me!"

She laughed and kissed me again.  Our breathing was returning to
normal.

"I couldn't believe how easy it was to get my hand in you," I told her.

"Remember that this woman's body was turned into a prostitute's body at
age 9.  The vagina at that young age, had to be big enough to accept a
full grown cock.  I don't know what her father did to stretch it to
it's current size, but since I have occupied it, this body has always
had a big pussy.  There just aren't any men in this monastery with
large cocks who can fill me the way I like.  When I have sex with them,
I have to lie to them about how great it feels, when I really want so
much more.  Most nights, I come back to my room, still unsatisfied."
She ran her hand over my ass and beyond to run a finger over my cunt.
"You're so lucky to have such a tight pussy -- anyone's cock must fill
you!"

We lay there for a few more minutes, then got cleaned up.  We washed
each other and went to our separate bedrooms.



Dalark



Three days later, Dalark came back to work.  She smiled at me quietly,
not saying a word as she started doing her assigned kitchen duties.  At
breaktime, I sat down at a table with her.

"How are you doing?  I was worried about you." I said.

"Don't be.  I am all right.  I learned my lesson.  I will become what
they want me to become.  I will look the way that they want me to look.
See, I am all right." she said as she tried to hide the tear forming in
her eyes.

I got up, moving close enough to her so that we could talk without
anyone else hearing us.

"What did they do to you?" I asked.

"He called me a pig.  He rubbed his ring as he commanded me to obey
him.  He wants me to have a lean, muscular body.  He told me that I
must weigh everyday.  Depending upon how heavy I am, I must diet and
exercise until I get down so that I weigh less than 105-pounds.  So now
I must exercise at least six times a day to lose this weight.  To show
me what he could do to me, he let me sit in my room for two days,
without having any control of my body's movements.  I would sit there
staring at my prayer stand, not able to turn my head or shut my eyes.
Only able to blink ten times per minute.  I would fall asleep with my
eyes open and then be jerked awake by my body.  When Marish would enter
my room, my body would start exercising and I couldn't stop it.  My
bladder would hurt but I couldn't go to the bathroom or even pee in my
robe.  Three times a day, Marish would tell me to go to the bathroom
and pee and then return to my room.  It was pure hell to be paralyzed,
with no control over my own body.  But it worked.  They taught me that
they can do anything to me that they want." she said quietly.

I didn't know what to say.  As I tried to think of something positive
to tell her, she continued "He also greatly increased my sex drive.  I
must be fucked every night or I hurt.  He turned me into a
nymphomaniac.  I cant get enough sex.", as a tear rolled down her
cheek.

                                *******

I had taken my bedtime shower to clean the cum from my body and
returned to my room after providing my personal services to one of the
priests.  This priest only liked for me to bend over a table as he
fucked me from the back.  Then he would pull out and spin me around so
he could watch his cum spurt onto my breasts, face and hair.  After the
third time of servicing him, I was a mess.

Awakening around 3:30 in the morning, I heard someone in my room.  I
said quietly "Who are you?"

Dalark's voice from the doorway, said "My sexual partner tonight didn't
satisfy me.  I gave him the best fuck that I could, but after only one
time, he ordered me to leave his room.  The monk doesn't like women and
accepted me only because he was directed to screw me.  Because of Ali's
commands, I have these new, very strong sexual urges.  I laid in my bed
and masturbated myself but that did not help.  Would you mind if I
share your bed with you?"

I held my blanket up as her naked body slipped into my bed.  As I
dropped the blanket over us, she started feeling my body.  There was no
further discussion between us as she burrowed under the blanket until
her face was between my legs.  Feeling her hot breath on my pubic hair
caused an automatic reaction to spread my legs.  She took advantage of
that movement to slowly slid her tongue between my vagina lips.

Her hot, oral tongue work on my sensitive clitoris and vagina lips,
quickly aroused me.  I loved what she was doing to me as much as she
obviously loved doing it to me.  I quickly learned to move my hips in
rhythm with her tongue motions.  I took her head in my hands to lightly
guide her tongue where I wanted her.  My body began vibrating as I felt
a delicious warmth erupt and gradually spread through me.

"You are beautiful," she whispered in a very husky, sultry voice as she
changed position so that she was laying on the pillow beside me.  "I
wish that I was a real man, so I could put a real cock in you.  I have
never wanted a woman before, but even before Ali increased my sex
desire, all I could do was think about having sex with you.  Part of my
desire for you, is because you used to be a man, but now you have this
beautiful woman's body.  I want you very much and want to help you
learn how to enjoy your new body."

With her eyes half-closed, her fingers caressed my body, returning
frequently to focus on my nipples.  In the dim light from the hallway
candle, I could see her smile as she slightly pushed out her own chest,
wanting me to play with her at the same time.  I kissed her deeply in
the mouth as I massaged her breasts.

Her young, firm tits begged for attention, standing out with both
nipples puckered and firm.  I took one in my mouth to gently squeeze
and suck, as I concentrated my attention on the nipple.  Dalark held
the breast in her hand, steering it to where she wanted my tongue the
most.

I reached between her legs, probing my fingers into her bush to find
that she was dripping hot liquid.  She spread her legs further and
further apart to allow my hand access to her own vagina.  She was
drenched, and I wanted to suck her as much as she wanted me to.

"Please eat me, Janan," she pleaded.  "My cunt needs you." as her hand
tickled my own wet pussy.

Spreading herself to my searching hand, I maneuvered my fingers past
her swollen lips and into her love tunnel as we kissed each other with
growing passion.  Our mouths opened wide while our hands feverishly
massaged each other's mounds.  I sucked on her tongue as it glided far
into the back of my mouth.  Then we reversed tongues and I "fucked" her
mouth with my tongue.

Finally I pulled loose from our embrace, spreading her legs as I
burrowed under the blanket, looking for her gaping snatch.  I was so
hot with desire for her that I almost trembled as her very musky smell
became stronger as my nose got closer.

I kissed her cunt using my warm breath to part the hairs, then my lips
to create a seal around her pussy lips so that I could suck her.  At
the same time, I used my tongue to capture the sweetness overflowing
from inside her.  The tonguing sensation made her jerk as I rolled her
clit between my soft lips.  She raised her hips to meet and then grind
against my face.

As I ate her, I found her nipples with my hands.  With my palms, I was
cupping and squeezing her breasts, while my fingertips pinched her
nipples.  I could feel her nipples swell even more as I played with
them.  She put her arms around me and pulled me on top of her, with our
legs wrapped together.  Still holding on, she rolled over, so she was
on top of me.  She ran her fingers through my hair, holding my head in
place as she sucked my mouth, searching for my tongue.  Our pelvises
rubbed together, and I could feel her clit rub against my own.

Dalark's intensity was startling and incredibly arousing.  She shifted
slightly, so that her leg rested on my mound.  Her own damp mound
pressed against my thigh.  I desperately wanted to feel more friction
within my cunt and softly humped so that my clit rubbed against her.
She moaned as she felt the fucking motion.  Within seconds, she began
humping my leg.

I repeated her earlier movement as I rolled over so that she was now
beneath me.  Disentangling our arms, I ran my hands up and down the
insides of her thighs, pressing outward as I did so her legs would be
wide apart when I arrived at her honeypot.  She kept spreading her legs
farther and farther to allow me entry.

Moving down as I rubbed my nose against her clit, I teased, "Tell me
what you want, Dalark.  Tell me and I'll do it." My breath was close
enough to her most sensitive spots that she trembled in rhythm with
each breath.

"Please suck me.  Let me feel your soft, warm mouth on me while I do
the same to you." she grunted.

I swung around into the sixty nine position so that my knees were on
both sides of her head.  I rested my elbows below her legs, gently
rolled back the hood of her clit and exposed its erect head, red, hard
and glistening with moisture.  I shaped my mouth into an erotic oval,
darted my tongue several times against her clit, before ringing it with
a moist suction.  She writhed and wrapped her arms around my legs,
pulling slightly at my own clit-hood so I would be as exposed to her as
she was to me.  I lowered my wet cunt close to her face.

Dalark sucked on either side of my bush, mouthing my groin muscles.  I
liked it a lot.  She repeatedly worked back and forth, occasionally
grazing my lips with her tongue.  My action was having a delirious
effect, and her hips developed a circular, rolling movement.  Her mouth
found my opening.  She licked teasingly.

I reciprocated on her, rhythmically tonguing her clit as she slipped
her tongue between my pussy lips.  Her hip movements stopped abruptly
and she moved her hands in place around my opening, spreading my lips
far apart.  She extended her tongue farther and farther, then stopped
and held like that for a long moment.  Her tongue started moving in and
out of me, and I moved my hips in a classic fucking motion.  A cat-like
growl came from Dalark as she unexpectedly found my clit and focused on
it.

Our hungry mouths and wet cunts fused together in an embrace, rolling
together on the bed.  As we exchanged positions that way, our mouths
never lost their teasing place.  First Dalark was on top, fucking and
eating me at the same time.  Then I replaced her in the top position to
bury my face in her snatch while receiving her.

I gave her face a fast, hard fucking and fastened on her clit.  Dalark
cried out and madly humped my face.  I held her down with my hands and
fucked her as hard as she fucked me.  My insides rolled and a shot of
the most delicious heat tore through me.

Dalark's cunt suddenly opened wide on its own.  I sank my lips and
tongue, even my nose, inside her gushing gash.  I was rewarded by a
series of strong contractions, and Dalark bucked out of control.  She
jerked over and over.  The repeated tightening of her sexual muscles
catapulted me into orbit.  I let my orgasm go, sitting slightly on
Dalark's face so she could thrust her tongue inside me.  I drank deeply
as she spun off into repeated orgasms.



The Omni



"You have been here three weeks now", Ali said with a smile.  "Have we
kept you busy so that the time has passed quickly?"

"My days and nights have been very busy.", I replied.

"You are not the same person that was carried in here.  That person was
brutish, self-serving.  You have let that beautifully submissive new
nature of yours take control of you in your new body.  The real you is
very interesting.  My brothers have nothing but good reports on you.
You are the most requested reward now.  It's been hard for me to not
try you myself.  Yes, it has been very hard."

"Do we have to wait any longer?" I ask demurely.  "I really want to
show you my appreciation for saving my life and giving me a new life.
Do you have any doubts that I have accepted my new life?" I asked.

"No, none." he replied.

"Thank you.  I'm so glad that you gave me this new body.  I have been
waiting to repay you sexually." I said sincerely.

"Well, I like to go slowly, Janan.  You've still got a lot to learn
about how to conduct yourself in our monastery.  I have some more rules
that you need to be aware of."

I nodded and replied quietly, "I will obey every rule that you give
me."

"Good girl!  I have a great deal of flexibility and can use those rules
in whatever way I deem it important for me to.  You must know them and
accept them."

"Whenever you say, Omni!  I really can't wait!"

"As Omni, I can do things that no one else is permitted to do.  All of
the women here dress the same, wearing the same drab Tibetan robes and
simple underclothes.  I give you permission, when you are alone with me
to dress as an American woman.  To wear makeup and to wear American
clothes so that you look like a whore.  Marish will help you with your
makeup and will obtain the correct clothes.  Clothes that fit you.  You
can only wear them within my chambers.  We would not want to upset the
rest of the monastery.  I want you to wear garter belts a lot, some
pantyhose and your bras have to have matching bikini panties.  You will
also wear gowns that are see-through or short enough to show the cheeks
of your ass.  I also like for women to wear crotchless panties.  But
enough of that.  Why don't you go see Marish.  Tell her that you and I
have had our little talk.  She will know what to do."

Following my explicit guidance, I left his quarters, not knowing where
I would find Marish.  I found her in the kitchen.  "Ali and I have had
a discussion.  He told me to tell you to obtain clothes for me.  I am
supposed to be his American Whore."

She frowned before she slowly said "Please be careful.  He can be very
dangerous.  Come with me."

We went back into an area close to the chapel that I had never been in.
Marish unlocked a door as she led me down a hallway to a room that was
filled with clothes.  American clothes.  She said quietly "He likes
American sluts.  He likes to have them model clothes for him."

She handed me a tube of lipstick and I just looked at it.  After a
moment, she took the tube from me and applied a coat to my lips.  Then
she put some eye-shadow and blush on my face as she said "Always put it
on heavy for him.  He wants you to look cheap."

She went through a pile of jeans and picked out a pair.  She said
"Strip naked and try these on."

I undressed and tried to put them on.  I couldn't pull them up and said
"These are too tight.  Give me a bigger pair."

She laughed and said "That's the way he likes them.  Lie on the bed and
pull them up."

I frowned and did as she instructed.  I pulled and tugged the jeans up
my legs and over my tight little ass.  When I finished getting them on,
I stood, looking in the mirror at how they clung to my body.

"This is too tight.  The crotch pulls tight against my cunt.", I said.

"He will like those.  Anything else is unacceptable." she said handing
me a black garter belt.  "Remove the jeans and put the garter belt and
the black stockings on under these white pants and put on this white
bra and that pair of white high heels.", she said.

I was changing clothes as Marish stopped and looked at the door.  I
turned to see Ali standing there watching me change clothes.  He nodded
to Marish as he said "You may go." and Marish left the room, leaving me
with him.

He walked around me before he quietly said "Good.  The pants looked
good on you and the high heels tighten your ass cheeks and made them
very attractive.  The panties and garter belt show through the white
slacks just enough to make it look wonderfully sluttish.  I like the
half-dressed look.  I like to look at you in a bra and I like the way
the garter belt and panties show through the slacks you have on.  Only
a slut would dress as you are now dressed, and every time I look at
you, I see a slut.  Who are you?"

I bowed my head hearing my subdued voice echo through the room, "I
understand, Omni.  I am a slut!  Your slut."

He threw me a dress that was hanging on a rack.  An American low cut,
high hem, tight ass dress that you would expect to find a prostitute
wearing.  As I looked at the dress, he sat down on the bed, to watch me
as I changed clothes.  As I eased out of the white pants, he grunted in
a negative way or positive way to let me know what to remove or leave
on.  He smiled as I put the dress on, over the garter belt outfit.
Then he had me strut around the room before he ordered me to sit down.
I knew that he expected me to flash my crotch before I crossed my legs
in front of him.  Then he smelled the crotch of a pair of bikini
panties as he groaned "After the evening meal, you will change into the
normal panties that all women wear here.  I don't want anyone else to
see them.  During the day, you will wear a pair of my special panties.
When you change, you will bring your panties to me so that I can enjoy
the smell of your slut-cunt, my little whore.  When you come to see me,
you will always have a pair of panties which smell strongly of your
sex.  You will finger your cunt when necessary to keep the smell fresh
and aromatic."

He turned his hand so that his ring was pointing in my general
direction.  I winced in anticipation of more pain as he rubbed the base
of the stone with his free hand.  I felt some relief as he very
politely requested "Take off the pants.  I want you to show me how you
will finger yourself.  Leave your panties on.  I like to see them when
they look wet.  I want to be able to smell your fresh cunt juice from
here, my little slut."

A hypnotic shock roared through my body as I heard his words.  I could
not help myself because now, I wanted to play with myself so badly that
it hurt.  I hurriedly removed the white slacks to get them out of my
way.  He groaned with delight as I opened my legs wide.  Then my moans
of delight covered up his groaning as I rapidly popped two fingers into
my pussy, pressing the crotch of the tiny panties inside myself.  I
wanted to stuff my whole arm inside me.  I wanted something inside me.
As I touched myself, another shock went through my body.  I had lost
control of my body and my emotions.  He was directing me to fuck my
hips back and forth as my fingers plunged in and out of myself.

"Yes, fuck yourself for me, Janan...fuck your dirty little slut fuck
hole with your fingers while I watch you.  You love finger- fucking,
don't you?", he said, taking his cock from his robe.  " Janan, feed
your slut mouth some of your own cunt juice, lick your fingers as you
taste your fuck", he commanded, stroking his hard cock eagerly as he
watched me.

I removed my glistening wet fingers from my hole so I could smell them
as I began licking my cunt juice from them.

"Lick it from your fingers as you spread the fuck on your face, all
over your face, Janan.  Yes, like that.  I like to see you do that.",
he said as his hand rapidly stroked his cock.

I reached back to my hole and gathered more juice.  I fingered myself
hotly, moving my fingers from side to side, letting them become covered
with my hot juice.  Then I spread the juice over my cheeks, lips and
nose.

"Finger your hole some more you fucking slut.  Keep your mouth open
because I have cum to feed you!", he said, walking toward me as he
stroked his cock before he held the head of his cock in front of my
open mouth.  I opened my mouth, eagerly accepting his purple cock head
into my mouth.  He shut his eyes, leaned his head back as he held my
head in his hands.  With a grunt as he thrust, he began fucking his
cock in and out of my mouth.

I sucked eagerly on his cock as I continued playing with myself.  I
wanted his cum more than I ever wanted anything in my life.

His cock began to jerk inside me, spewing hot fuck down my throat with
each spasm.  I swallowed hungrily, enjoying every moment.  He mouth
fucked me until all his cum had been dumped into me before he slowly
withdrew his semi-hard dick, allowing some thick, milky white cum to
drip from my mouth.



My memory returns



I was sitting in the shower stall, with my back propped against the
wall as the water poured over me.  I was bruised and very tender from
where Ali had violently fucked me.  I had to let him do whatever he
wanted to do to me.  The first and second time, it was the thing that I
wanted the most in the world.  Then the third, it was the most
disgusting thing that I had ever done; yet I had no choice and had to
let him do whatever he desired.

What caused the change in my attitude?  I didn't know it until he
released me a couple of hours ago.  But from the minute that I first
awoke in this body, Ali was controlling my mind and my very thoughts.
He had given me suggestions as to how I should think, feel and act.
Because I didn't know that he was directing my thoughts, I thought that
I was feeling very natural; that it was the most common thing in the
world to swap bodies, swap sexes and feel comfortable with whoever you
were now.

Because of his manipulation of my thinking processes, I was somewhat
happy with the way things were going for me.  I was alive.  I had a new
body.  I had a new sex.  I was enjoying my new role in sexual
activities, to include being a world class cocksucker.  I was enjoying
the way that I looked.  I was enjoying being a slave to the monks and
serving them in what ever manner they desired.  And then he had to show
me what was really occurring.

After he fucked me the second time, he rubbed his ring's stone with a
finger; then chanted some strange words that I didn't know the meaning
of.  Then he said "Since your arrival here, I have been in control of
your thought process and your memories.  Maintaining that control has
been very difficult for me.  Now that you know who you are for the rest
of your life, what is expected of you, and what it feels like to be a
woman, I will release that control.  When I return control to you, your
normal personality will be in control of your body.  Now we will see
how you really adapt to being one of our women."

When he removed his finger from the ring, it was almost as if a cloud
was lifted from my mind.  Suddenly, I knew that somehow, he had been
controlling my thoughts, my emotions and my memories since my
transformation.  I knew that I had thought only what he wanted me to
think.  I knew that I had been happy with my new life because he wanted
me to be happy.  I knew that I had enjoyed being fucked and servicing
everyone's sexual needs because he wanted me to enjoy it.

And now, he had returned control to me.  As I angrily stared at him, he
said "Transition from your previous lifestyle to your current lifestyle
is difficult.  With my ring, I was able to help you for awhile.  Now
that you have seen what enjoyment your new sex and lifestyle can bring
you, I suggest that you quickly forget about your previous life and
become the person that you are now.  Now suck my cock."

I immediately refused him, which was what he expected and wanted me to
do; so that he could give me another example of his powers.  With one
rub of a finger against his ring, he turned me into a zombie.

My body willingly did what he told it to do as my mind fought to regain
control of my body and movement.  Against my will, I dropped down to my
knees, sucking his cock into my mouth, gasping for breath as I wanted
to gain enough control to bite his cock off while my body was cramming
it into my mouth.  I couldn't do anything that he did not command me to
do.  I was helpless as a baby, although my body was rippling with
sexual energy and heat as it sucked his cock.  My mind was screaming
because I was fighting for control of any body part.  I couldn't even
get enough control to move my eyes.  At first, he laid there letting me
gorge my mouth with his cock, then he grabbed my head and face-fucked
my mouth.  His cock was suffocating me yet I couldn't resist and my
body was acting as if I was enjoying what he was doing to me.

After I had sucked him dry, he raped me.  He threw me against the wall.
He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back as he pinned me to the
ground.  Although I am sure that my body would have done whatever he
wanted it to do, he forced himself on me and took me violently in the
middle of the cold stone floor.

When he was finished, he stood and dressed, ignoring my motionless body
lying on the floor.  As he opened the door to leave, he touched his
ring, allowing me to regain control of my body.  I rolled over and
curled up in a ball as I started crying.  He said "Some people have a
learning curve and require more training than others.  It is very easy
for me to train someone, while it can be very difficult for the person
to be trained.  At this moment, you are more in control of your destiny
than you ever have been before.  What I do next, is completely up to
you.  Do you understand me?"

He waited five seconds for me to respond and then touched his ring.  I
jumped and rolled, feeling my ass burn as if it was on fire.  No matter
where I rolled or what I did, it was as if a blowtorch was stuck up my
ass.  After watching me squirm for over a minute, he touched his ring
again.  As the fire ebbed off, I began to cry.  I was miserable.  I
wanted to die.  I felt the worst that I had ever felt in my life.  For
over an hour after he left me alone in the room, I laid on the floor
crying my heart out.  Then I stopped almost as quickly as I started;
realizing that he had commanded me to cry.  But my face was hurting, my
lungs were aching from the gasping and my face was all puffy.

I somehow found my way back to my little room and fell into a deep
exhaustive sleep as soon as I touched my bed.  My sleep was very
restless with many small nightmares about what could happen to me if I
disobeyed Ali.

Marish was standing in my room when I woke up.  She softly said "There
is no escape and last night's punishment is mild compared to what you
can expect when he is really mad.  He only wanted to demonstrate his
power and complete control over you.  The sooner that you accept your
fate and learn your proper role in our society, the better off that you
are going to be.  Remember that I was at one time, a heir to the power
that Ali desires; and now I am one of the older camp whores.  I am
destined to die in the laundry room when my body is no longer desired
by any of the priests.  I have witnessed the power of the ring from
both sides of the gender and social order.  You are lucky because he
ordered that you take today off, relax and think about what you are
going to do.  I suggest that you adapt quickly.  The person that you
once were, no longer exists.  You are now a woman.  You must let the
natural female desires of your body guide you.  In time, you will learn
to enjoy your new body.  You will discover that you would not go back
to being a man again.  You will discover that the sex is better.  As a
woman, you will be far more gentle, and more passionate than a man can
be.  You are only the person that you are now.  Ali told me to ask you
this question today and every day for the next month.  What is your
mother's name?"

I looked at her and said "My mother's name is ......."

I could not remember my mother's name.  No matter how hard I
concentrated, I could not remember her name.  Marish continued after a
moment "You won't be able to remember it no matter how hard you try.
Everytime that he has to punish you for something, he will remove
something from your memory that you would never forget.  It is his way
of showing you that he controls you now, without using his ring's power
constantly on you.  You are lucky because he is not monitoring you as
close now.  It is time for me to go to work."

All day I sat on my bed, staring at the walls, wishing I had a
cigarette.  Now that I had my memory back, or most of it because I
could not recall my mother's name all day; some of my old habits were
back.

I heard the dinner bells and ignored them.  I did not want to see
anyone.  I was thrown into their game where I had to play by their
rules.  To the world, they were celibate, righteous men of strong
religious beliefs.  To me, they were monsters, keeping me prisoner.

When the last bell rang, I undressed, ignoring the coolness of my room.
I laid on my bed with my legs spread, trying to think about escaping,
but my body was warm and feeling funny.  I let my eyes sweep over my
glistening nakedness, feeling myself get aroused and excited.

My body was petite, slender and flat-chested by American standards; but
here among the other women, it was a very shapely and sexy body.  My
delicate body had a perfectly shaped figure with firm breasts, topped
with puffy red areolae and large nipples.  My tiny waist flared out
into rounded hips and a flat, well defined stomach which sloped
smoothly and gently to the extremely sparse, straight black baby-fine
pubic hair.  My vagina was red and wet.  Fluid was already seeping
through my opening.  I saw my clitoris peeking through the folds of my
slit.  I wanted to put my finger against my clit and to play with it.
I played with my nipples as I moved my hand more.  I could smell my
musky and heavy cum very strong.

I wanted to touch myself.  My vulva and clitoris were itching, almost
begging for attention.  I resisted as long as I could and before I let
my finger touch my wet mound.  As I brushed my thumb against my
clitoris, I could feel it swell as it sent shocks of electricity into
my limbs.

I almost shook with excitement as I felt the very pleasurable dampness
seeping from my vagina.  In mere seconds, I had gone from hating my
female body to enjoying the pleasures that it could provide me.  I
could feel my face grow flushed as I caressed myself.  I could feel my
passion build as I stroked faster, and deeper into myself.  As I
caressed the folds of my labia, warm wave after warm wave of pleasure
flowed from my vagina to the outer extremes of my body.  I stroked
myself gently, resisting the urgency to stroke myself faster.

As I continued to stroke my clitoris, contractions began in my lower
stomach and groin.  They rapidly began to build up, until I felt that I
was going to burst from the pressure building in my crotch.  I could
hear a faint sound and realized it was me, moaning from the pleasure.
I moaned and squirmed as I felt the buildup of an orgasm.  Finally, I
abandoned myself to the pleasure, and my groin pulsed with ecstasy.  I
moaned loudly feeling my pelvis hump forward as I came.

                                 *******

I needed something.  Needed it badly.  Unable to stop myself, I slipped
a robe and sandals on.  The hallways were deserted as I walked to
Jakeed's room.  As I knocked on his door, I realized that there was a
strong possibility that he would have someone already assigned to
service him tonight.

When he said "Enter", I opened the door and stepped in.  He looked at
me "It is against our rules for you to be here, without being assigned
by the Master."

He had been exercising so that his almost naked body was glistening
with sweat.  I couldn't respond to his half-hearted refusal because now
I knew why I had been drawn to his quarters.  I wanted him to fuck me.
Just being here in the same room with him was enough to speed my heart
up so that it was racing.  My mouth was absolutely dry and I could feel
my whole body shaking with desire to feel his cock.  I just looked at
him as I unfastened my simple belt, letting my robe open.  His eyes
stared at my body.  I used that moment to push the robe off so that I
was standing completely naked.

He slowly walked across the room to me and shut the door behind me.
His body glistened from his exercise.  I noticed that his cock had
become stiff and erect under his underwear since I entered his room.
He put his hand on my breast, pressing his hand against my warm,
tingling breast as he whispered "We are going to get in trouble for
having unauthorized sex.  You will be punished by Ali while I will be
punished by the Master."

"I don't care.  I just want you.  I want you to fuck me.  Now." I
replied as my palm rubbed against the erection straining to burst
through his underwear.

It felt so wonderful for him to barely touch my female body as I
touched his private male body areas.  I felt that it was the most
natural thing in the world.  His hand slowly moved around my breast,
cupping it underneath it to feel its weight and firmness, then up my
swollen nipple to feel its firm, spongy pliancy.  I could feel my
nipples growing and hardening just as I felt the now familiar wetness
seeping out between my legs.

"I have never had sex before when I wanted it.  It has always been
scheduled and spread out over a period of several weeks.  It feels so
strange to have you here." Jakeed whispered as he slowly leaned in and
kissed me.

I nodded my head in response as his lips met with mine.  I was so
excited and aroused, that my rubbery legs were weak.  His fingers
remained on my breast, gently stroking my long, rigid nipple.

The touch of his mouth on mine was absolutely wonderful.  The touch of
his lips against my lips was very satisfying, so electric, his touch so
tender, that it was difficult to remember that he was a man and that I
used to be a man.  I wanted more of his lips and his body.

I pressed my mouth firmly against his lips, kissing him passionately.
I could feel his lips part slightly allowing the tip of his wet tongue
to slowly force it way against my lips.  I opened my mouth to allow his
tongue to enter, welcoming it with my own tongue.  After several
seconds of very heavy tongue play, Jakeed stopped and smiled.  "Having
you here tonight with me is worth any punishment that Ali can give me"
he whispered.

Still holding my hand, Jakeed led me to the bed.  My nipples were rock
hard, jutting out from my swollen areolae like two ripe cherries as his
eyes examined my body.

He eased me down on the bed, fluffing a pillow under my head and then
laid down beside me, pressing his body against mine as we kissed.
Long, deep and passionately; probing each other's mouths with our
hungry tongues.  As we kissed, his strong hands moved sensually over my
body.  His touch was exciting every nerve fiber in my body.

He eased my thighs apart and wrapped his legs around mine, pressing and
rubbing his hard cock against my flesh as we continued to kiss.  His
hands continued to squeeze, fondle and massage my breasts.  My cunt was
feeling inflamed with desire and throbbing deep inside me, as I felt my
juices flowing down my thighs.  When he pulled his lips from mine, I
tried to reclaim his mouth, but Jakeed smiled, as he rolled me over on
my back.

With one hand, he was squeezing my nipples between his fingers, rolling
them between his fingers, gently tugging as he pulled the nipples
upwards.  I moaned loudly, twisting away, but Jakeed kept a firm grip
on my engorged buds with his fingernails pinching them repeatedly,
causing my whole body to shudder.  Then he sucked my very aroused
nipple deep into his warm, wet mouth.  My tit just melted into his
mouth as he lapped, licked and sucked my sensitive nipple.  I moaned
loudly as I pressed my breast against his lips.  He pulled my nipple
deep into his mouth, wildly sucking it, making me groan with pleasure
as he swirled his tongue frantically around it.  Then, squeezing my
other puffy red areola between his thumb and forefinger, he began
slowly and rhythmically licking the tip of it.

As Jakeed continued to tease my nipples with his fingers and mouth, I
spread my legs as he slid his fingers on his free hand along my belly,
until he found my clit.

There was a loud noise as the door was kicked open.  Ali stepped into
the room, with a big smile on his face as he said "Jakeed, my good
friend.  You have broken your vow.  As Omni, it is my responsibility to
punish you.  Have you seen the new female cow that I am shaping up for
one of our female bodies to use when we have a monk to punish?  She
works in the kitchen and her name is Dalark.  How would you like to
become her for the rest of your life?"

"What do you want from me?"

Ali looked at me as he commanded "Leave."

I stood, grabbed my robe and left them alone in Jakeed's room.  I ran
naked to Marish's room and found her saying her prayers.  I quickly
blurted what had happened.  She looked at me and said "I was expecting
this, but did not know how he would do it.  Ali is going to blackmail
Jakeed into doing something that Jakeed would not normally do.  Why did
you go to Jakeed's room without being ordered?"

"I don't know.  I felt so horny and just wanted to relieve myself.  It
seemed like the right thing to do."

"Ali must have given you a secret command to do that."

"What can we do?"

"Only wait."



The Master's Death



We didn't have long to wait.  That evening, the Master died, which
meant that Ali was the Master until a new permanent Master was
selected.  Almost everyone was up all night.  The monks were praying
for the Master and the women were preparing for the Master's funeral,
including myself.  My role was still limited to keeping the kitchen
clean and to help feed the monks.

After the morning's funeral, Marish came to my room where I was taking
a catnap, exhausted from being on my feet all day and my back all
night.  She said "For some unknown reason to most of the other monks,
Jakeed sponsored a change to our order's rules of succession.  The
change would allow Ali to be chosen as our Master.  While this change
has been proposed before over the years, it was never accepted.  I
think that Jakeed will be able to sway enough of the monks to make the
difference that Ali needs.  That is why you were in Jakeed's room.  He
is blackmailing Jakeed to support him.  Just as Ali found me guilty of
a crime and had me removed, he is doing the same to Jakeed.  I cannot
let this happen.  Even if it means my death.  Will you help me?"

                                 ******

I knocked on Ali's door, knowing that I risked death by being so
impudent.  My only hope was that Ali was in a very good mood from the
way that his plans were working.

"Come in."

I opened the door and entered.  Ali was trying on a ceremonial robe and
turned to look at me, with a funny smile on his face as he asked "What
are you doing here, woman?  I did not send for you."

"You commanded me to be your slut.  I am behaving the way that an
American slut would behave.  I have enough of my American memory left,
to know how an American slut would act.  You are now the Master here.
Seeing as how I will live here for the rest of my life, I want to
quickly adapt.  I plan to do whatever is necessary so that I am your
favourite woman.  Just as you found some way to change the rules so that
you can rule, I want you to find some way to change the women's rules,
so that I am in charge of the women.  I came here to show you that I
can satisfy you and keep you satisfied, now that I know what you like."
I said as I stepped out of my panties and picked them up.  With one
finger, I started twirling the panties on my finger as I slowly and
seductively walked across the room.

He let me walk across the room, watching me, knowing that I was willing
to do things of my own freewill that he had to command of the other
women.  Just before I got to him, I slowly dropped to my knees so that
my mouth was right about his cock level.  He did not resist me as I put
my arms around his ass and pulled his body closer to my face.  Through
his robe, I could see his cock getting hard.  I reached up slowly and
pulled his right hand toward my mouth.  I slowly separated one of his
fingers and sucked it into my mouth as if it was a cock.  As I sucked
on it, he said in a suddenly horse voice "Why should I change the
women's rules for you?"

"Because I am the only person here who knows what to do when a man
requests The Seven Winged Butterfly position." I gasped as I changed
fingers, making sure to leave a lot of salvia on his finger as one of
my hands slipped up under his robe and found his throbbing cock.

"What is this Butterfly position?  I have never heard of it."

I stopped and slowly stood letting my robe fall to the ground, putting
my arms around his neck as I ground my pelvis against his robe covered
hard cock.  With my lips only inches from his lips, I whispered in my
most seductive voice "It's the Seven Winged Butterflies, which is
different from most Butterfly positions.  It takes all night and has
seven different levels of ecstasy, with the last level being the
supreme orgasm."

His mouth dropped to my breasts and he began sucking and milking my
hard nipples as his finger found my sopping cunt.

I whispered in his ear as I nibbled on it "Men have been known to drop
dead because of the Seven Winged Butterflies.  Are you man enough to
let me teach you how to do all seven positions?"

He grabbed my hair, jerking my head back and grunted "Fucking cunt.  No
woman questions my manhood.  I will fuck you as you have never been
fucked before."

I bit his nipple through his robe and responded "Good.  Then get
undressed and get ready for the fucking that you deserve.  In the first
position, you have to use your tongue to remove a marble from me, which
is already placed inside me.  At the same time, I have to swallow your
entire cock and play with your balls in my mouth at the same time.  If
I do it right, some of your cum may dribble out of my nose because
there won't be any room in my mouth."

He started removing his robe as I picked up the little jar that I
brought me.  I started coating my hand with the petroleum jelly.  As he
undressed, he said "Why so much jelly on your hands?"

"Because" I whispered "in the first position, I also have to bury each
of my hands into your anus, one at a time, and play with your prostate.
Doing that, will cause you to pump three times the normal amount of cum
into my mouth."

"Whoa.  I don't know if your hand will fit in there."

I held up my greasy hand and whispered "It's only the first part of the
seven positions.  They get better as we work our way through them.
Hold up your hand."

He held up his hand and I put my smaller hand against his hand as I
continued whispering "See how much bigger your hand is than my hand.
If I let you put both of your large hands inside me, one at a time, you
will see how much pleasure it brings me; without hurting me.  Then I
will put my much smaller hands inside you.  Take your jewelry off, so
that it doesn't catch on something inside me.  I don't mind going first
and showing you what it can do." as I dropped down on my knees to his
cock and started licking it.

As I licked his cock, I could hear him take his ring off and the clunk
as he laid it on the tray.  Then he picked up the jelly and started
spreading it on his fingers.  When his hands were coated, I pushed him
onto the bed, as his face jumped between my thighs.  A second later,
his soft-stiff tongue began licking, sucking, flicking, and swirling
around my clit.

That simple motion caused my hips to react as if they had a life of
their own, bucking and gyrating uncontrollably against Ali's hungry
mouth.  As his tongue pried my cunt lips open and he plunged his stiff,
wet tongue into my hole, I tensed up, tightening my legs around his
head, covering up his ears.  As his fingers probed my anal opening, I
counted to ten, knowing that Marish only had one opportunity.

I could not see because my face was buried in his crotch as I sucked on
his cock, but I felt the quick and sharp touch of a woman's fingernail
on the outside of my leg.  I spread my legs quickly, exposing Ali's
head to Marish.  I felt him lift his head, and then felt a shock as
something struck him heavily on the head.  He collapsed on me, with his
heavy almost dead weight.  I was beginning to smother, with his weight
still pinning me down, his still rigid cock stuck in my throat and then
I felt the weight lessen as she started rolling him off me.

As his unconscious body rolled off of me, I looked at Marish and
Jakeed.  Marish picked up the Master's ring and handed it to Jakeed who
only looked at it for a moment before putting it on.  Then they both
started tying up Ali as I wiped the petroleum jelly off of me before I
dressed.

                                 *******

I watched the ceremony for the selection of the new Master from the
sides of the chapel with the other women.  Ali gave a small speech
about how our order must learn to live with the modern times.  How
civilization was something to live with, not to hide from.  That
shocked the monks but not as much when Ali told them that he was not
qualified to lead that migration.  Then he nominated Jakeed to be the
new Master.  There were no dissenting votes allowing Jakeed to be
selected to be the new Master.  As he placed the Master's ring on his
finger, he only said "There will be changes.  We must learn to adapt to
those major changes."

I smiled because I already knew what the most important of those
changes were.  I was looking forward to two of those changes.  One of
them would be my elevation to an Elder within the female portion of the
order.  There would soon be a vacancy in the Elders.

The other one, would be my acceptance as Jakeed's and Ali's woman,
where I could sleep with either of them after we had sex.  No more of
this getting up and leaving in the middle of the night.

As the ceremony ended, Ali and Jakeed led the monks into the prayer
chamber to complete the ritual.  The women and children were excluded
from this ritual so I went back to the women's quarters.

I stepped into Marish's room and saw her on her knees, in front of her
prayer stand.  I softly said "It is done.  Jakeed was selected and is
the new leader.  Ali's supporters voted for Jakeed when Ali stepped in
front of the group and declined the position, in favour of Jakeed."

I walked around to where I was facing her because she was still facing
the same way; her eyes riveted upon the prayer stand.  I said "You have
control of your eyes."

Immediately, the eyes filled with hatred as they jerked from looking at
the prayer stand to stare at me.  Looking deep into them, I could see
that the former Omni did not like his new identity in this order.  You
see, once we had control of the rings, we swapped Ali and Marish's
bodies, putting the person formerly known as Marish into Ali's body to
lead this order and to help her son.  The woman sitting in front of me
now, was the person formerly known as Ali, but he was now in Marish's
body.  Where he would remain until that body died.

After a moment, I said "No one will ever know that this occurred.
Marish will be punished by her own son for breaking rules and will
remain a zombie for the rest of her life.  As she is the eldest woman
in the woman's chambers, it is only a matter of time, before she will
be sent down to the lower levels, to live the rest of her life, taking
care of the children and washing clothes.  The new Master will slowly,
over time, make changes to the rules of this Order, bringing them into
line with the thinking that is necessary to survive with the outside
world getting closer.  As for myself, the new Master and the new Ali
both agree that I should become the woman that you wanted me to be.
Well, almost the woman.  I will leave when it gets to be springtime.  I
will go to America and learn how to be an American woman.  Not a slut
or a whore, but a real woman, free to do who and whatever I desire."

The End