Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 14:10:18 -0000
From: Beverly Taff <bevanhulse@totalise.co.uk>
Subject: Two by Two. Chapter 10
Two by Two.
Chapter 10.
The next morning was a Monday and Vicky had to go to
work. Sally the nanny arrived very early before six
o'clock and let herself in to find Vicky and Staz still
in bed. During the week she lived in but on weekends
she was free. Usually she came back late on Sunday
night but recently she had met someone so she was
sleeping over. Now she had started coming back very
early on Monday mornings. Normally, she slept
through when Vicky went to work and only rose when the
children woke her. This morning she was happy so she
prepared a breakfast tray and knocked gently on the
bedroom door.
"Who is it?" replied Vicky melodiously.
"It's Sally. I've brought you breakfast."
"Oh thank you. You didn't have to do that.
Come in darling."
Sally eased the door open and smiled knowingly as she
found Vicky and Staz still tied.
"D'you need a hand ma-am?" Asked Sally
solicitously.
"Uuhm. I might. "Replied Vicky a little self-
consciously.
Sally had been a nurse before becoming Vicky's Nanny
and she knew a thing or two about reducing the passions
of oversexed patients. She raised her eyebrows
inquisitively and Vicky reluctantly pulled back the
bedclothes to reveal her condition.
"Oh. You're still knotted together."
"There's a bit more to it than that. I can't
release Staz voluntarily. My sphincter has a mind of
it's own."
Sally felt her own sphincter tighten provocatively
around her own pussy plug as she considered Vicky's
condition. A warmth radiated from her clitoris and
she squeezed her thighs together. Vicky noticed the
reaction and smiled sympathetically.
"Mmmmm. Nice isn't it?"
Sally nodded with a smile and gently reached between
Vicky and Staz to investigate their attachment. Vicky
pulled a wry smile.
"It's no good trying to flick his dick. My
sphincter has got him tight. We'll just have to wait.
I don't have to be in college until ten so there's over
three hours. Can you pass me my split crotch teddy and
matching peignoir?"
Sally took the beautiful lingerie from the drawer
and helped Vicky put it on. Gently they worked the
split swallowtails of the teddy around Staz's cock and
then popped them to the longer butt thong that pulled up
into Vicky's bum cleft. Staz twitched appreciatively as
he felt the silky frills tickle his cock root.
After slipping the peignoir over her shoulders and tying
it beneath her bust, Vicky was able to rise with decorum.
She sat on the side of the bed and ate her breakfast
whilst Staz stood in front of her with his cock hinged
backwards and still embedded tight inside her pussy ring.
Sally sat on the bedside chair and fed Staz some juicy
titbits.
Staz now had human tastes and he ate off a spoon
quite readily provided one of the girls spoon-fed him.
He wagged his tail appreciatively and his thick bushy
brush sent ripples of lust through Vicky's loins as it
swept across her tummy under the peignoir.
"Ooohh! Stop that darling. My sphincter will
never release you if you keep provoking me."
"He stopped immediately and Sally grinned
knowingly."
"It's a good job he understands you so well. He's
marvellous with the children."
Staz felt a little miffed that Sally should speak of
him in the third person in his presence but he could do
little about it just then. He wanted to reveal his
secret speech to Sally but felt it needed more discussion
with Vicky. He would broach the subject when they went
to the bathroom. He finished eating and wiggled his
flanks to signal his wish to go into the kitchen.
Vicky recognised his intentions and set the tray aside to
go and finish her coffee at the table. She sat on
an old-fashioned kitchen wheel-back chair whilst Sally
sat opposite her across the table. Staz was under the
table with his nose in Sally's lap sipping coffee through
a tube that Sally held for him. When he had finished,
Sally clamped the tube to prevent spillage and Staz
discreetly pushed his nose under her mini-skirt. His
actions immediately aroused Sally and he smelt her coming
into heat. A delicate investigation with his nose
located the poppers of her teddy and within seconds,
Sally's pussy was naked. She wasn't wearing panties,
just garters attached to her teddy and holding up her
stockings. Vicky heard the feint pop of the crotch
fastenings and smiled knowingly at Sally. Sally
squirmed slightly with embarrassed pleasure and her face
reddened.
"It's all right dear," smiled Vicky. "I
understand. Just take precautions with contraception.
You've got all day to play whilst I'm out. It will be
part of your duties from now on and it will mean extra
pay. It's the only way to keep him from wandering."
"Sally was by now a confirmed 'dog-lover' and the
idea of extra pay for doing something she enjoyed left a
warm happy feeling in her heart. This accelerated her
'condition' and Staz licked greedily at her juices.
Sally shuddered with pleasure and Vicky had to bring some
semblance of order to the table.
"Come on now. Somehow we've got to find a way of
getting Staz and me separated. "I'm bursting to go
to the bathroom."
Staz reluctantly backed his nose out of Sally's
honey pot and padded to the bathroom towing Vicky behind
him. He also wanted to pee. In the bathroom, they
studied the lavatory pan and tried to decide how Vicky
could relieve herself. She at least had her urethra
set outside and above her pussy and she could relieve
herself even if it meant soaking Staz's cock with her
pee.
"I'm bursting!" She squeaked.
"So am I!" Replied Staz.
"Shhh. Sally will hear you!"
"I wanted to talk about that. I think it's
would be best if she knew. It would make things much
easier when we look after the children."
"D'you think she could keep it a secret?"
"She's kept all our other relationships a secret,"
countered Staz.
"Yes but this is a bit different. A talking dog-."
"She knows it's me inside Zac's body. It's but a
small step to talking. We communicate by the computer
and the keyboard even now."
Vicky thought about it and finally conceded Staz's
logic. She felt nervous about it and decided to break
the news herself; gently.
Right now her most pressing need was to pee!
Reluctantly, she lowered herself gently onto the lavatory
seat and Staz bent his back legs as her sphincter tugged
him down and back.
"You're going to splash all over my cock." He
warned.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'll wipe it clean.
How are you going to pee? I don't want you peeing
inside me!"
"I think I can hold it a while longer but you're
going to have to release me soon."
Vicky sucked her lip thoughtfully then the urge to
pee overwhelmed her and she had to let go. To her
delight, with the first spurt of relief, she felt her
sphincter relax. Staz immediately responded and felt
his cock pulling free.
"There must be some relationship between my bladder
and my sphincter," observed Vicky.
"That would make sense," agreed Staz. "It could
be similar to the male prostrate gland and the orgasm
ejaculation spasm."
"Well thank goodness for that! I'm empty now."
"Good. Wipe us both clean and then we can withdraw
your tubercle."
"It's a good job you're a doctor and I'm a vet,"
giggled Vicky as her tubercle emerged and Staz gently
extracted his penis.
She felt the familiar pleasurable twinge of pain
then Staz turned around to sit and face her. She
parted her legs and Staz gently tongued her tubercle back
up into her scabbard. Vicky squirmed with delight then
stood up and removed her lingerie.
"You'd better go and shower," suggested Staz.
"I'll join you after I've relieved myself.
"Can you fetch my pussy plug please?"
Staz nodded as he manoeuvred himself onto the pan
and relieved himself gratefully. After completing his
needs, he flushed the lavatory then padded off to their
bedroom to get Vicky's pussy plug from her drawer. As
he passed Sally's bedroom, he saw her busily working her
finger against her clitty. She saw him gazing
dolefully through the door then grinned hopefully.
Staz wagged his head silently and proceeded to fetch
Vicky's dildo. He then joined Vicky in the shower.
Gently he turned the cunt plug in his massive jaws then
eased it slowly into Vicky's cunt. She gasped and
grunted throatily as Staz gently pushed against her
clitty with his cold wet nose and carefully tongued her
pussy lips to lubricate the invading plug.
By the time the plug was properly located, Vicky's body
was silently screaming for satisfaction and she sagged to
the floor of the shower. Knowingly, Staz continued
nosing her clitty until she groaned with delight and her
legs flapped uncontrollably as her hips humped urgently
against Staz's nose. Fortunately the hissing of the
shower drowned out Vicky's demented squeals of delight.
It was nearly nine o'clock before the pair were
finally dry. Despite Vicky having bought the largest
hair dryer she could find, Staz's thick bushy coat still
took nearly an hour to dry. There was also the lesser
matter of Vicky's long wavy hair.
When Vicky emerged from her bedroom ready for work
she printed out a document on the computer then knocked
gently on Sally's bedroom door.
"Can I come in?"
There was a soft click as Sally switched off her
vibrator then a hoarse 'Yes the door's not locked'.
Vicky entered and ignored Sally's bright red
complexion as she settled on the bed.
Sally smiled nervously and self-consciously pulled
her nightie over her rigid engorged nipples. She was a
little embarrassed that Vicky should find her in a state
of wanton dissolution but Vicky's body language quickly
reassured her. Vicky's understanding smile calmed
Sally's thumping heart.
"It's OK, I'm not offended. In fact I must
apologise for interrupting you. I know you are a young
woman with needs but I have something very important to
tell you."
"What is it?" Asked Sally curiously.
"I can't tell you until you agree to keep it a
secret. You will have to sign a promise to keep it
completely confidential."
"Is it legal? I won't sign anything illegal."
Sally already knew that in many states her
relationship with Beverly's dog Billy was illegal and she
was not sure if it was not a Federal offence. Vicky's
permission for her to shag with Staz had set her back a
little but she was keen to try it. Her new sphincter
had made sex extra interesting but she was now wary of
sex with a man.
'What would happen if her sphincter clamped too
tight around a man's cock?' She often asked herself.
Her new relationship with the girl in the caf‚
opposite the park had not matured to total intimacy and
although they had slept together now for two weekends,
they had not yet even explored each other's bodies. The
caf‚ owner seemed to be a very shy self-conscious girl.
It was her shyness that attracted Sally to her.
Sally was nervous in case Vicky disapproved of her new
relationship. Sally suspected she might be bi-sexual
for since meeting the girl in the caf‚ she had been
surprised at her responses to the caf‚ owner's soft,
affectionate, caring nature. She was afraid that Vicky
might be offended to discover that her nanny was having a
mild lesbian relationship. Sally's post as Nanny was
well paid and she didn't want to lose it. She adored
Vicky's triplets. Vicky sensed Sally's fear and
reassured her again as she held out the document.
"No. It's not illegal. It's just important that
other people don't find out."
"You mean about us? The dogs and all that?"
"Partly," finished Vicky. "But there's more to
this than that now."
"Go on." Pressed Sally nervously
"It's about Staz. There's something special about
him"
"What?"
"Well sign this promise of secrecy then I will tell
you. It's all perfectly legal."
Sally read the agreement and deemed it OK. She
was not a lawyer but the agreement was only one line long
and in simple words. All she had to do was not reveal
any facts about the dog Staz. She shrugged and signed
it.
"Good." smiled Vicky as she removed a carbon copy
from beneath. "Here's your copy. That's all it
says. You agree not to reveal any secrets or
confidences about Staz. Nothing could be simpler.
Now d'you want to know his secret?"
"Yes please." Replied a bemused Sally.
"Well as you already know, after the terrible
accident, Steve agreed to have his perfectly functional
brain transplanted into Zac's perfectly functional body.
Steve was left a quadriplegic and Zac's brain was mostly
destroyed by the impact. Our solution was to
transplant Steve's brain and the residue of Zac's
functional brain into Zac's beautiful body. We renamed
the duo Staz as a sort of part Steve and part Zac
symbiosis."
"Yes I know all this. So what's the big secret?"
"Well things have gone further than we expected
inside Staz's head. Steve's speech functions have
somehow learned to operate Zac's canine vocal chords.
Staz is now able to talk. It's a bit distorted what
with all the canine mouth functions but Staz can now
communicate in human speech. Would you like to come
and talk to him?"
Sally's heart missed a beat as she contemplated this
delightful treat. She sat up in her bed like a child
on Christmas morning and grabbed her matching peignoir.
"Would I just? Do bears shit in the woods?"
With no more ado, they joined Staz in Vicky's
bedroom and fell immediately into conversation. Sally
was absolutely ecstatic. Vicky grinned knowingly and
collected her car keys of the dressing table in a clear
indicator of her intent.
"I'll leave you two to get to know each other then.
Be good. I'm off to work."
She smiled encouragingly and Sally's thighs squirmed
with anticipation. She had just been given full
permission to indulge her wildest fantasies.
As Vicky's heels clicked purposefully down the hall
Sally stared into Staz's eyes and she kissed him full on
the lips.
"When did this speech thing develop?" She
quizzed.
"Over the past few days. I've been practising
privately and now it's about OK. As you notice, I
speak a bit like somebody with a slightly cleft pallet
but that's the long tongue and the serrated doggy upper
jaw thing. As speech goes I don't think it will get any
better."
"It doesn't need to. You know I've got to tap
off your excess urges. Can we start now?"
"You bet! Woof, woof!" Barked Staz, in a mimic of
a dog's bark.
"Can you still bark properly?"
To demonstrate, Staz let out a proper, deep, full-
throated bark followed by a brief run of a natural dog's
repertoire. This was a series of growls whines yelps
and snarls to order. Sally was satisfied that they
could still communicate in the park like any ordinary
girl taking her dog out for a walk. She hugged
herself with delight at the thought of having a full-
blown relationship with Vicky's partner.
It seemed that Vicky, Betty, Jacky, the bitch called
Dido and Sally herself were now to be submissive bitches
in Staz's pack. Beverly of course, was Billy's bitch
as was Zeta
However the action swung in all directions and Sally
knew that all the other girls had alternatively shared
Billy and Staz. She was itching to get it on with
Staz, to feel his knot clenched deep inside her sex.
It puzzled her that Staz and Billy didn't fight; for
dominance as it were.
She asked Staz why and Staz explained briefly how he
got Billy to obey him because he could give human
commands. Sally grinned at this simple ploy then she
spread her thighs and invited him to penetrate her.
Staz sniffed knowingly at the telltale scent of Sally's
flooding juices but he hesitated and looked into her eyes
knowingly.
"I don't go at it like a bull at a gate darling,"
Staz explained. "There's a lot of foreplay first."
Sally squirmed erotically as he gently unpicked her
peignoir ties then nosed aside the shoulder straps of her
nightie and rasped his long sloppy tongue across her
nipples. Sally gasped as that familiar warm damp
feeling spread up from her core and her nipples stiffened
responsively. Inside her cunt she felt her cunny
sphincter throb rhythmically as it spasm'd eagerly on her
cunt plug and pumped her love juices down to her labia.
Sally was getting hopelessly horny.
"Hell, that's nice! That tongue feels great!!
You're much better than a real man. This is sooo-oo
good," she sighed.
Staz then gently turned his attentions to Sally's
sex. Gently he tugged her panties down as she raised
her butt co-operatively and her deposited them neatly on
the bedside table. Sally grinned at Staz's tidiness
and gave him another sloppy kiss before he returned to
her developing needs. He sniffed again at the
juices leaking from her sex then gently eased the cunt
plug from her dripping cleft. Sally felt a hungry
spasm surge through her loins as her empty sphincter
demanded compensation for the plug.
"Quick. Stuff me! Fill me. I need it!" She
groaned.
"All in good time my love." He whined softly as he
tongued her cunny lips one last time. Sally parted
her thighs in surrender and grabbed eagerly at Staz's
head.
Staz explained the easiest way to indulge themselves
and Sally slid down the bed to lie flat upon her back.
He placed his forepaws either side of her panting rib
cage and gently shuffled his haunches forward as he
slowly introduced his tapered rod into the threshold of
her dripping sex. Sally squeaked with surprised
delight then closed her eyes and humped eagerly as she
felt Staz slowly sink deeper and deeper. Easily his
cock slipped past her sphincter for his cock-knot had not
expanded yet. Then suddenly, she felt it inveigling
the tip almost past her cervix.
She jerked with surprise as she felt the unexpected
invasion of her deepest womanly places and squeaked with
delight.
"Ooh-ohh! You're long. I've never felt a cock
reach that far before!"
Staz simply leant forward and swept her stiffening
nipples with his rasping tongue. Sally groaned with lust
and flung her head back with abandonment as she exposed
her helpless throat to his massive jaws. Gently,
Staz took her neck in his jaws and held her for a few
seconds as Sally sagged in complete surrender.
Then he started to slowly piston with controlled
deliberation and Sally was quickly reduced to a wanton
slack-jawed slut.
Thus they continued until Sally had achieved several
orgasms and her sphincter was now clenched uncontrollably
tight around Staz's engorged knot. Sally sighed with a
sense of completion, as they lay utterly tied and
completely locked together. Staz slowly settled
across her heaving tits and gently gripped her panting
ribcage between his forepaws. Sally gasped at his
weight on her breasts and squirmed passionately as she
felt his leg hair tickling her ribs.
"Gosh you're quite heavy for a doggy," she giggled.
"We're going to be tied like this for maybe an hour
or more. If you want to get comfortable there are
several ways we can do it. We can lie face to face on
our sides, or I can slide around your butt and we can lie
like two spoons in a drawer with me behind you doggy
style. Alternatively, I can 'unhinge' my doggy
cock and we can lie like two spoons in a drawer with you
behind me. The problem then is that my tail tickles
your tummy. Sally thought for a moment then dimly
remembered the long ago times she had lain in her single
mother's arms as a sleeping child.
"I'd like to lie in your forepaws with you behind me
doggy style. It makes me feel secure"
"OK then," whispered Staz. "Gently rotate your
butt so that my cock knot turns like a key in a lock
inside your sphincter. You'll have to control
operations because it's you that risks being hurt."
Sally grinned gratefully and kissed Staz
appreciatively for his gentle consideration.
'Not many real men would be so considerate of their
partner's pain,' she reflected.
Carefully, she started to rotate her butt and spread
her thighs wide apart in a 'splits' as she lifted one leg
past Staz's head. Staz briefly tickled her raised
thigh with his tongue then bared his teeth as he
'grinned'. Sally knew the expression was not a canine
threat but a human attempt at a facsimile of a smile.
She was glad her dance exercises made her so flexible.
She felt his knot twisting gently in the grip of her
sphincter and it sent ripples of pleasure pulsing through
her core. She sighed with delight and sagged with
relief when she had finally completed the manoeuvre.
Soon she was lying deep in his furry embrace with her
butt pulled tight against his soft tummy hair and his
haunches pressed tight against the backs of her thighs.
With her cunt locked tight around Staz's gorgeous cock,
Sally was in heaven.
The heaven was not to last long. After a brief
interlude, a tiny voice called from the nursery and was
immediately joined by two more. The triplets had
woken.
"Damn!" cursed Sally. They'll need seeing to
and we're still tied tight. Is there any way of
separating quickly?"
"If you need a pee, that sometimes does it." Replied
Staz.
"I had one just before we started. That's no
good."
"Well I'm afraid we'll just have to see to the
babies as we are. They're too young to understand.
Just slip on one of your split tailed teddies then throw
a loose front buttoning frock over your body and it's
just look as though you're following me closely.
Sally giggled as they contorted themselves until
Sally was standing behind Staz with her cunny tightly
bound to his 'unhinged' doggy cock. She squirmed
with pleasure as they 'close-marched' to the dressing
table and she picked out a suitable teddy. Gently she
worked the spit front poppers around Staz's cock then
carefully she snapped them closed. Next she chose a
suspender belt and stockings because it was quite
impossible to slip a pair of tights past Staz's cock.
They giggled together as she struggled with the suspender
clips then slipped her feet into a pair of heels.
Finally she buttoned a frock down to her navel and
steered Staz towards the mirror. Sally frowned
thoughtfully as she studied the arrangement.
"Am I pushing you or are you towing me?" she
giggled.
"Best that you steer me with your pussy darling.
You're more familiar with the triplets routine."
Replied Staz.
The frock flowed loosely from Sally's waist and
covered their intimate attachment. Sally sighed
resignedly.
"Well at least it covers our most intimate bits,"
she observed.
"That's exactly what clothes are for darling. We
may not be decent but at least we can claim to 'look'
decent."
Thus attached, Sally squirmed salaciously as she
directed Staz into the nursery and got the children up.
When they saw Staz, the children immediately demanded to
be allowed to ride him. Sally spotted a clever way to
hide their embarrassing attachment. Carefully
she plucked each child from their cot and gently
deposited them on Staz's back. Staz grunted a little
as eager little hands grabbed tightly to his fur but with
Sally supporting them from the rear, they wobbled into
the bathroom. There the children clung to the side
of the bath whilst their 'father' allowed them to play
'horsy', whilst Sally ran a bath and gently lifted each
child into the shallow water. Then the three of
them splashed contentedly whilst she and Staz carefully
shuffled away to try and separate themselves. The
first embarrassing incident had been successfully
negotiated.
It was a relieved couple who drank loads of coffee
to induce Sally to pee and finally separate though Sally
was still left feeling horny until Staz recovered her
cunny plug and gently inserted it into her craving pussy.
Grateful to be 'decent' again, she returned to the
children, filled the bath a little deeper and completed
their ablutions.
Once breakfast was complete, Sally drove with Staz,
Zeta and the children to the park. The remainder of the
morning was spent playing on the grass.
As a special treat, Sally then took everybody to
Molly's boutique and indulged herself by buying some
stuff for the children. She and Molly chatted happily
whilst Staz watched over the children. After buying
an outfit for each child, Molly took them all for a cup
of coffee at lunchtime.
At the edge of the park there was a caf‚ that
catered for joggers and their dogs. Sally and Molly
knew it well. Both of them had often accompanied
Vicky, Betty, Beverly and Jacky during their forays into
the park. Furthermore, the proprietor at the caf‚ knew
Staz, and the other dogs well. There was almost a
permanent table set aside for the group.
Today however Only Sally, Molly and the children
arrived with the 'dogs'. In the evening sessions
another girl worked alongside the owner but it was now
lunchtime and midweek. These lunchtime sessions were
usually quiet and the restaurateur worked alone.
The caf‚ catered mainly to the early evening joggers and
weekend trade. After Sally and Molly were served, the
caf‚ owner arrived to join them at their table.
The owner's name was Jane and she was an utterly
convincing transvestite. She had the perfect shape
and size of a beautifully attractive girl. She
was in fact Sally's secret girlfriend but knew that Sally
had not yet divulged their relationship. Indeed, such
had been Jane's shyness in the bed that Sally did not yet
know the true sex of her newfound partner.
Sally still believed Jane to be a very attractive
and affectionate girl. The caf‚ was quiet and they
chatted amiably. Sally was very fond of Jane. She
had met her in the gay village and knew her to be one of
Beverly's prot‚g‚'s from Jack's bar. As they chatted
and giggled, Sally became even more enchanted with Jane's
delightful wit and conversation. Molly left to powder
her nose and Sally grabbed her brief opportunity.
"You'd make an excellent comedienne," she giggled.
"You really should go on the stage."
Jane's eyes lowered painfully.
"No, not me love. I'm too shy, stage fright and
all that stuff."
Sally felt a twinge of sorrow. She really liked
Jane but already knew her to be desperately, almost
dysfunctionally shy. Jane was extremely attractive
and Sally found herself unable to resist her own strange
leanings. Gently she slid along the bench then
reached around Jane's slender waist and pulled her close
to her. Their soft rounded bottoms squeezed together
as Sally whispered in her ear.
"I really have fallen for you, you know."
Jane tensed cautiously. She had received
dozens of offers in her time; usually from ill informed
and misdirected men. Occasionally from a bull dyke
seeking to 'get revenge on men'. Another bizarre
scenario had been a lesbian pair looking for a sperm
donor. The variety and deviancy of countless bizarre
sexual offers had left Jane world weary and doubly
cautious. She had already slept a couple of times with
Sally but studiously avoided any intimacy and thus hidden
her true sex behind a screen of 'shyness'.
Now that she was falling for Sally, she was
desperately afraid that revealing her transvestism would
utterly ruin their budding relationship. Indeed she
was certain it would. Jane was in truth a heterosexual
transvestite and what she really wanted was a caring
sharing genuinely heterosexual relationship with a girl
who would accept her appearance as a woman. She even
hoped one day for fatherhood. As a realist,
Jane knew that such a woman would be an extremely rare
bird. She was under no illusions about the remote
possibility of ever finding a woman who would be prepared
to become her wife and the mother of her children.
Since meeting Sally, Jane's hopes had flickered with a
faint hope but she was still pessimistic.
'Could Sally really be the one?' She wondered.
As Jane savoured the soft ripe curves of Sally's
butt pressed against her she debated her doubts in her
mind. She had never received such an honest
offer from such a delightfully feminine person as Sally.
Jane looked at Vicky's triplets and wondered.
'Sally was obviously good with children. She had
been the children's nanny for a long time. The children
and the dogs were perfect testimony to Sally's caring
nature. The children were a delight to have in the
caf‚ and the dogs were absolutely superb in their
obedience. If the children and dogs were any indicator
of Sally's parenting skills, she would make a wonderful
mother.'
Jane asked herself again. 'Could Sally really
accept Jane's transvestism and all the social pressure
that it brought?'
'No,' Jane concluded. 'She had been there before,
and felt the hurt of subsequent separation. 'Best to
stop it now, before it got started.'
'Jane had been honest and open with her last
partner. She had even met her whilst cross-dressed and
been living as a girl from day one. It had been a
whirlwind romance followed by a few years of intense
passion then the cracks had appeared. Eventually
Jane's partner had decided she could not handle the
stress. It was the knowing looks from caf‚ clientele,
the whispered asides when she served at the tables.
The shocked responses from her family and a myriad other
little factors that eventually accumulated to overload
the marriage. She finally packed her bags and won
custody of their only child. Jane's pleas in the court
had counted for nothing. She was even denied access to
her child based on 'possible emotional harm caused by the
father's transvestism'. Any 'emotional harm' done to
Jane, the father, was utterly discounted.
Jane was not going to be hurt again. She had
nearly lost her caf‚ because of the generous separation
settlement. It was only because of the emotional and
financial support of Jack, Beverly and Vicky that she had
made it through the following year.
'Once bit; twice shy,' had been Jane's philosophy
from then on. She was now in her mid twenties and
retained her stunning good looks that still turned heads.
Her attractive exterior however, belied a suspicious,
street-wise, hard-bitten businesswoman. She was not
going to betray Beverly and Vicky her only true friends,
by getting emotionally entangled with her nanny and then
go through all the trouble of another bitter divorce.
Reluctantly, (for Sally was a deliciously attractive
girl,) Jane eased herself from Sally's embrace and
started to gather the coffee cups. Molly returned and
detected the confused disappointment in Sally's eyes so
she resolved to explain things later. As they drove
back to the boutique, Molly explained about Jane's past.
Sally was shocked, disappointed and hurt yet
excited. She had turned down hundreds of offers
because she knew that men were only interested in her
looks. If they discovered her strange propensities
for wanting her male partners to dress as women they
would immediately break off and run a mile. Here was a
stunning discovery for Sally. Jane would make an
ideal partner! Jane was a man! What was more,
the only man whom she knew for certain always lived and
dressed as a woman.
Indeed, Sally had always thought Jane was a woman
until Molly had inadvertently '(or was it deliberate
wondered Sally,) divulged Jane's big secret. Now Sally
was determined to develop the friendship into a full
blown relationship.
Now Jane's 'coldness' all made sense to Sally.
Jane's visit to their table when the caf‚ was otherwise
empty had been a perfect opportunity for Sally to display
her feelings. Now she knew Sally's big secret, she
knew they would make a perfect couple. Jane's gentle
but firm rejection of her advances had hurt Sally to the
core. She had openly displayed and demonstrated her
attraction only to have her emotions smashed to the
ground.
Never had Sally felt so vulnerable and wounded.
She had never felt the pain of such total and instant
rejection before. Molly tried to ease Sally's hurt.
"Look darling. Jane's been terribly hurt. The
divorce, the separation from her only child, the legal
and public smear campaign around her transvestism and
finally the near loss of her caf‚ through the divorce
settlement. Her caf‚ was the only livelihood she
had that accommodated her transvestism, if she'd lost
that, she'd have ended up as a transvestite whore in the
gutter. Have I missed anything?"
Sally sat silent in the car as the children played
in the back. Staz listened with interest for he knew
the whole story. It was he and Vicky who had joined
with Beverly and Jack to help Jane out. He listened as
Sally mumbled.
"But if I could only get her to understand. I
want my male partner to be like a woman. Big rough
hairy men frighten me! We would be ideally suited!"
"Then I suggest you start visiting her caf‚ every
day and try developing a relationship.
Be very tactful, don't just plunge in and assume
she'll act like any other man and feel complimented by
your advances. Jane's transvestism makes her more
vulnerable than an ordinary woman. Just look at her.
She's small and weak like a woman yet she's vulnerable to
homosexual rape. Just imagine if a rapist attacked her
then discovered she was a boy."
Staz barked and Molly turned to acknowledge his
remark. She knew about Staz being a 'man's brain in a
dog's body', but she had no idea that Staz could talk.
Staz had simply barked his agreement with Molly and Molly
was thankful for Staz's support.
She also liked Staz as a dog. Staz was a
beautiful looking animal and she had every reason to be
thankful for his presence during her occasional visits to
the park. Both Molly and Staz knew what would happen
to Jane if some rapist discovered her true physical sex.
Sally was only now beginning to realise as she considered
the new revelations.
"I see I'll have to be a bit more circumspect,"
mumbled Sally "Court her properly as it where."
"That would be what I would suggest," replied Molly
softly. "Just don't go in like you did today. Jane
is vulnerable."
They arrived at Molly's boutique and Sally set her
down before returning home. Once at home she and Staz
played with the children then prepared the evening meal.
Once it was on the stove she knew she could trust Staz to
turn the stove off if she was delayed. Leaving Staz
in charge of the house, she took the children to meet
Vicky. They arrived just as she finished work and was
locking up the surgery. When they arrived home the
table was set but the food was still in the pans. There
were limits to Staz's canine abilities. Plates, knives
and forks, he could handle with his jaws but he could not
serve hot food because it burned his nose. Vicky and
Sally made a fuss of saying thankyou to Staz then they
sat to dinner. Staz sat between the girls and they
alternately spoon-fed him or he delicately nibbled a
titbit from his plate.
During the meal Sally nervously informed Vicky of
her affections for Jane at the restaurant. She was
desperately relieved to find Vicky agreeable and
supportive. Vicky smiled knowingly.
"Is this the girl you've been seeing for the last
two weekends?" Asked Vicky.
Sally nodded and smiled self-consciously.
Vicky stared at her for a long moment then spoke
softly.
"You do know about her don't you?"
Sally nodded and stared at her food as she replied.
"Yes. I found out today. Molly told me."
"And?"
"She's everything I could have hoped for. It's
always been my hope and dream to find someone like Jane."
"So you've not been intimate then?"
"No. Jane's too shy. Now I know why."
"Good. Well that's good to know. Jane's had a
hard life. She's walked the walk you understand. I
don't want to see her hurt. She really is a sweet
girl."
"I know. Molly said that I should court her just
like any other lover."
"That would be a good start," interjected Staz.
"So how do you propose to start that?"
After a long chat, they prepared a strategy.
"Does Jane have a dog?" Asked Sally.
"No."
"Then how does she get home after she shuts up the
caf‚?"
"She doesn't. She lives over the shop. Just
like Beverly does at Jack's club."
"So how should I go about it?"
"Do as Molly suggested. Visit her caf‚ at
lunchtime weekdays. It's quiet and you'll get a chance
to talk. Don't rush her!"
So Sally started doing as Vicky and Molly suggested
and eventually Jane revealed her big secret. Sally
made a show of shocked ecstasy and squealed her delight
as she revealed what Jane had been hoping was true.
Sally wanted a partner who could service her, but live
and share her life as another woman. It was a match
made in heaven!
They started dating and Beverly met them frequently
at Jack's club. Most evenings they could be seen
enjoying themselves in the later hours after Jane had
closed up the caf‚ and Sally's nannying duties were
finished for the day. Most of the club deemed them to
be a lesbian couple. Only a few close friends knew
otherwise and they didn't talk much. In Jack's club it
was not an issue and being as Jane passed easily for a
beautiful woman, few even thought to ask.
It was a few months into the relationship that
events took a turn for the worse. A man who had become
obsessed by Jane took to stalking her. He soon
discovered where she lived so it was no difficulty to lie
in wait. One evening, as Jane was setting out
some rubbish in the bins behind her caf‚, the man
attacked her and attempted to rape her. When he
discovered Jane was not a girl but a transvestite, his
homophobic psychopathy exploded out of control. A late
night regular customer finally heard Jane's terrified
whimpers just as he was walking to his car in the alley
behind Jane's caf‚. By now she was almost battered
unconscious and unable to raise a scream. Had he not
intervened, Jane would have been dead. Fortunately the
customer was a hefty powerful man who worked out, pumped
Iron then took a long hard run through the park every
night. He always stopped by at Jane's caf‚ every
evening to indulge his huge appetite. He managed to
severely wound the attacker and spilt his blood
everywhere, but the attacker managed to escape as the
rescuer turned to check Jane's condition. However,
Jane's rescuer had torn a hefty bunch of hair from his
scalp. This bleeding bit of scalp was the best piece
of evidence. The hair colour was distinctive and there
was ample DNA. The police soon had the attacker
and started proceedings.
Because Jane was legally a man, the attacker got off
with the attempted rape charge and, as a consequence he
was back on the streets within months. His big mistake
was to turn up again at Jack's club within weeks of his
being released. His second big mistake was that he
showed no remorse. Several regulars recalled his
behaviour and at least a dozen assorted individuals could
attest to his having tried various assaults on them.
He was banned from the club but that did not stop him
loitering around the streets in the gay village. After
several more unsavoury incidents he finally tried another
attack against Sally and Jane as they left the club.
This time he more than met his match for Sally rarely
went anywhere at night without her favourite bitch, Dido.
As the attacker made a grab for Sally's bag, the brave
little bitch hurtled out of the car and cornered him.
Her frantic barks attracted other attentions and within
moments, Billy appeared from the club. The sight of
the huge Alsatian dog would have terrified even the
bravest and the attacker fled, directly into the path of
a passing truck. The dull thud told it's own story as
he was smashed across the street. The attacker lost
one arm and was left a paraplegic.
When they heard of this, most of the club members
thought it was rough justice and they were satisfied with
the outcome.
One morning Jane saw him in his electric wheelchair
in the park throwing food to the ducks with his remaining
good arm. She could not resist the opportunity to
reveal herself to him.
"Not so tough now eh?"
The rapist turned fearfully as he recognised Jane
and his face turned grey with fear.
"I - I'm sorry! I don't know what drove me.
Please don't hurt me."
Suddenly Jane felt sorry for the poor bastard. At
first she could not understand her strange change of
feelings but the site of the helpless bastard stuck in
his wheel chair left her confused. When she had seen
him at first, she had wanted to push man and chair into
the lake then hold him under until he drowned. When
she got close, the sheer helplessness of her victim
actually invoked pity for the bastard. Jane cursed
her own soft gentle humanity. She just could not bring
herself to kill him. Instead she spat at him then
turned and walked away in confusion.
Jane was just too gentle and sweet natured to be a
killer!
The man called after her and shouted further
apologies but Jane was deaf to his cries. She
resumed her jogging and her feet beat a tattoo on the
tarmac as she vented her frustration by sprinting around
the lake.
Later that morning, she was busy setting out the
caf‚ chairs when the familiar wheel chair appeared in the
gateway of the park. It cautiously threaded its way
across the street towards her door and Jane sensed her
anger boiling up. She met him on the pavement and
blocked his entry into her cafe.
"Fuck off!" She snarled. "You're not wanted
here."
"I only want to apologise. To say I'm sorry."
"You're not bloody sorry, except for yourself! If
you were walking now, you'd still be a danger!
Bugger off. I'll call the police! You might have
got away with the rape but you sure as hell won't get
away with a harassment charge. Now fuck off!"
The man's head drooped and he turned to steer his
way down the pavement, (Sidewalk to any transatlantic
readers,). The chair whined busily as it scuttled off
and he struggled to control it with one hand. It was
obvious that he was still unfamiliar with the device.
Jane watched him disappear around the block and wondered
how he got around when he wanted to travel further
afield, whether he had a special car or not. Then a
thought struck her.
'Perhaps he still lived locally.'
She locked up the caf‚ for it was still mid morning
and she had not properly opened, then she followed him
home. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw him
struggle up a ramp into a seedy apartment block. He
didn't even lock the door behind him. In fact, Jane
reckoned he was unable to lock the door such were the
extent of his disabilities.
He and his electric wheelchair become a familiar
figure in the neighbourhood but few had any sympathy for
him. He passed Jane's caf‚ every morning as he
trundled to the park but she was usually out jogging and
happy to be well clear of him. She watched him
occasionally feeding the ducks but she never stopped to
talk to him.
Because she jogged in the morning she rarely met
Vicky or the other girls unless they were out for an
early Sunday morning run. Usually she met her own
regular early morning group and exchanged brief
pleasantries as they sometimes joined then separated
during their varied jogging routines.
One morning she was jogging home when she heard a
splash followed by a cry for help. She turned to see
her attacker sitting on his buggy in the lake with the
ducks scattering in all directions. His bag of bread
floated nearby and there was nobody else around. It
was obvious that he had accidentally skidded or driven
into the lake. She was tempted to ignore him but she
could see that the buggy was slowly toppling in the mud.
Reluctantly she snapped a branch from a bush and trotted
over to help.
Without speaking, she reached out and proffered the
branch, which he seized with his good hand. His
efforts toppled the buggy and he was forced to simply
clutch the branch as Jane dragged him to the edge.
There he flopped and flapped like a stranded octopus
utterly incapable of levering himself back onto the path.
Jane was loath to touch him. The memories of his
disgusting hands on her little body still gave her
nightmares. Instead, she motioned to him to hold the
branch tightly then she pulled hard and dragged his
useless body onto the path. Once it was obvious he was
not going to drown or fall back, she turned and left
without a word. As far as she was concerned her duty
was done.
A few days later, a social worker appeared at her
caf‚.
"I'm told you are the one who pulled David from the
Lake."
"Happen I did." Replied Jane taciturnly
"It was a good act, especially by you. I'm not
sure that I could have brought myself to do it."
"So, you obviously know who I am and what he did to
me. What's your point?"
"He wants to reward you, he wants to thank you."
"He can rot in hell! I don't want his filthy
money! He should still be in prison."
"He's from a wealthy family. There's a
substantial sum."
"Fuck him and his money! It was that money which
bought him a shyster lawyer who got him off the rape
charge. Fuck them all I say."
She resumed setting out her chairs and left the
social worker to finish her coffee.
The following morning a letter arrived and with it a
substantial cheque, a very substantial cheque. Jane
was unsure what to do so she took it to the police and
explained her feelings.
"It's blood money. He's trying to buy his
conscience back. I want him to stop harassing me."
The station sergeant knew Jane well. He often
stopped for coffee because her caf‚ had a clear view of
the park gates. Her security camera had often helped
them for it scanned her pavement tables and across the
street to the park gates. The tapes recorded every
person who used those gates. He was sympathetic to
Jane's plight for he knew she was a transvestite and
sometimes the target of unwanted attentions. He wagged
his head sympathetically.
"He only lives around the block Jane. He has every
right to go into the park and it's impossible to stop him
passing by your caf‚ every day. He certainly isn't a
physical threat."
"But he keeps pestering me," cried Jane. "He's
even sent that bloody social worker around. Like some
sort of emissary!"
"Well I'll stop by and have a word with him. Give
him a clear warning about stopping near your caf‚.
I'll tell him to cross the road at the next block"
"I'll get myself a dog to warn him off."
"Do so by all means, but make sure it doesn't attack
him. He'll have a claim against you then. As to this
cheque, I'd just cash it at the bank. I've noted your
reservations and recorded your fears. If he tries to
use it as some sort of lever, you've got the station log
as evidence."
Jane hoped that her efforts would suffice to warn
her attacker off but he still kept crossing the road by
her caf‚ and staring at her as she worked.
Eventually she snapped and started to lay a trap.
Despite her loathing she started to talk to him and
eventually allowed him to take coffee at her caf‚.
The man thought he had finally made a breakthrough and
his visit to the caf‚ became routine after feeding the
ducks. Jane's caf‚ was after all, the only caf‚
between his apartment and the gates to the park. His
buggy became a regular site on the pavement beside her
caf‚. The police checked but Jane reassured them it was
a sort of therapy to help her get over her trauma of the
rape.
The man David soon believed that his sins were
forgiven but Jane was still trying to work out a suitable
fate for him. It was during a visit to Jack's club
that she finally began to see a way forward. She was
up in Beverly's flat socialising during a quiet afternoon
when she learned about Beverly's strange anatomical
transplants.
"You mean you've got a bitch's cunt and nipples!"
She gasped.
"Shhh! Not so loud. D'you want the whole of the
city to find out?"
Jane was stunned into silence. She stared
stupidly as Beverly unbuttoned her blouse and tugged down
the waistband of her skirt to expose the eight additional
little nipples. Vicky gasped with delighted surprise.
"There's an even bigger secret, if you're prepared
to keep shtum!"
"What?"
"I've got a womb inside here." she grinned as she
patted the soft ripe curve of her belly. "I've even had a
litter of puppies, - by Billy, that big hunky Alsatian
sitting by the door."
"Jane squealed as she hugged herself and tried to
suppress her curiosity."
"What! You mean he's -"
"Exactly."
"But how? I mean, - Billy's a dog for God's
sake!"
"And I'm one mean son of a bitch. I may as well
tell you now that you're going to Marry Sally. I was
a transsexual who had some special experimental surgery.
They couldn't find a suitable set of human organs to
implant into me, so I volunteered for some very radical
experimental re-assignment surgery. I had a
genetically enhanced compatible bitch's sex organs
transplanted inside my male body and I know fuck like a
bitch. That beautiful hunk sitting proud as you like
by the door, that's Billy, he's my partner and my
guardian."
"Oh my Go-od!" Giggled Sally salaciously as she
stroked Dido beside her on the settee. "That's
terrific! So Dido here, she's Billy's daughter and
your-."
"My baby. Yes. We sent the rest of my litter to
good homes, but Dido stayed with us. There's a hell of
a lot more you'll have to learn about before you join our
little community, but now that Sally's set her heart at
you, you'll soon be told about it. What ever you do,
you must never betray Sally confidences. She's a one
off girl and the perfect partner for you."
"Boy don't I know it!" agreed Jane. "I just can't
believe my luck. She's fantastic, and so supportive of
my transvestism!"
Jane felt her cock stiffen and her nipples tingle as
she imagined Beverly's strange lifestyle. Self-
consciously she adjusted her panties and Beverly smiled
knowingly. They exchanged knowing smiles as Beverly got
up to make some coffee. When she came back, she saw
Dido sniffing inquisitively under Jane's skirt and Jane
trying to squeeze her knees together for modesty. It
was obvious that Dido had smelt Jane's aroused state and
some pre-cum must have leaked into the front of her
panties. The bulge in the front of her skirt betrayed a
ramrod stiff erection that Jane would have to take home
to Sally for relief.
As Jane sat drinking coffee with Beverly, she
started to grow the germ of an idea for revenge on her
attacker. She little realised it then, but when she
learned of Staz's even more amazing surgery, her ideas,
would provide an even more suitable fate for the brute
who had raped her.