The Oddest Solution.
Chapter Seven — The reckoning.
Rolling over in his slumber, Richard briefly opened his eyes; what he saw shocked him into full wakefulness. This was not his bedroom! The white walls glared down at him; was he in a hospital?
“What the merry hell!”
Attempting to rise, the indignant man found that he was tethered to the bed at both wrists and ankles. His rage deserted him, only to be replaced by fear.
“Help! I’m trapped in here, someone, anyone…”
To his relief, he heard the gentle tapping of stiletto heels. Slowly, the sound got louder; a second later, a tall nurse looked down at him.
“Finally, you are back with us. To be fair, it was a major procedure you underwent, Richara”.
“Was I in an accident?” Richard asked, gazing at the name badge prominently displayed on a sumptuous bosom. “Vanessa dear, can you help me get off this bed? I would love to see more of you!”
“Oh no, no accident; you needed some alterations. You will be restrained until the consultant has seen you. We have changed your perspective on life, nothing more!”
“Don’t I recognise you?”
“Well, you met me a few days ago. Your memory will be affected by anaesthesia for a while, I’m afraid”.
“Hang on, you were the stripogram! A policewoman! You bitch, just wait until…”
Vanessa smiled at Richard slyly.
“So, nothing seems different to you, for example, nothing is missing…”
“Why are you talking in riddles I feel fine, the same old me? Once I get out of this bed, I will swing you over my knee and spank you!”
Vanessa leans forward, her hand sliding down over the sheet between Richard’s parted legs.
“Like all sluts, you can’t resist my masculine charms!”
With a sudden movement, Vanessa swept the sheet from Richard’s body. Glancing down his body’s length, Richard’s scream rattles around the corridors of the Manor House.
Two days later, Ricarda was wheeled out of the ward into the sunshine. She sat slumped in the wheelchair, ignoring all around her, until she caught sight of Sherrie. She stared at her nemesis for several sessions before releasing a torrent of abuse.
“Why did you allow this outrage! It would have been better if you had just taken out a contract on me. I want to die right after the moment I strangle you!”
“I wanted to show you the error of your misogyny. You will now experience it from the other side -you deserve that more than many”.
“I will not do that; the first chance I get. I will kill myself!”
Sherrie beckoned to a figure; the lithe woman in hospital garb crossed the neat lawn.
“Richara, meet Dr Clara Inshepia; she is a psychologist of some renown. I am paying her well to acclimatise you with womanhood. You need not desire this, but I’m afraid she specialises in brainwashing techniques. Want it or not, you soon will forget your former vile self, as will all of us!”
Defiance disappeared from Richara’s eyes, and tears sprouted, running freely down her face. Despite all the altered sitting being felt, her nipples hardened. Feeling dampness between her legs, Richara dabbled her fingers in the slit between her legs. She gazed in surprise at the clear fluid coating her fingers.
“How? It’s not possible!”
“Oh, my love, these surgeons are working at the pinnacle of transformation. You will respond naturally to stimuli. Just as any other woman would, do you understand?”
“But I don’t want to get horny; why do I react this way?”
Clara cleared her throat and murmured.
“As you lay there unconscious, I played hypnotic chants into your receptive brain. To be fair, some of Sherrie’s pharmaceuticals helped make you more receptive to my suggestions. Seems that it worked”.
Vanessa appeared and wheeled the confused woman back to her room.
Marguerite opened the door and busied herself looking around the flat. Great, she was sure the flat was empty. Taking the afternoon off had been beneficial; nipping back to the living room, she retrieved the carrier bag she had secreted away. Smiling, she carried her purchases up to her bedroom, and soon they were scattered on the bed.
Casting her eye over them, she wondered which to use today; would it be the strap-on, or the pumping vibrator; she settled on the flexible double-ended dildo. As her fantasies currently focused on lesbian sex, she could imagine that a gorgeous babe was on the other end giving her a good shafting. She swiftly undressed; going to slip on her bathrobe, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her nipples jutted out of her pillowy breasts, and a glistening droplet hung from her spread pussy lips.
“Damn, I need this!”
Marguerite tied off her bathrobe and picked up the gel-like long dildo. She hummed merrily on her way to the bathroom.
Elsewhere, in the flat, Sharon had stepped out of Katie’s wardrobe; when she heard Marguerite arrive, she had hidden. Not for any real purpose, it was just a surprise for the dedicated woman to come home so early. What was she up to? Spying from the room, she saw Marguerite slip into the bathroom; looking at what she carried, her intent was obvious. The devious girl sidled out into the corridor; she positioned herself by the bathroom door and listened intently.
Soon the gush of the shower sounded, and Sharon quietly opened the door and gazed through the narrowest of gaps. The steam obscured the view a little, but she could make out that she was taking care of her hair rather than herself. Still, the intimate voyeur found it effective, and unconsciously her left hand slipped into her leggings, causing an undetectable sigh. Having checked her cravings, she continued watching and waiting for the right moment. In preparation, she slipped off her clothing into a neat pile at her feet. Soon would be the time to act.
Richara lay on the bed desperately trying to bring the last few days into some kind of perspective. No matter what she thought, she had to face reality; Richard was dead, and whatever plans he had were shredded. Tears would not flow for him; she was all that was left, and reversing the changes was an impossible task. As a woman, how would she fare; what would her future hold? Recalling Richard’s former project, she was repulsed by the gross unfairness of it; but was that what she thought, or what she had been forced to think?
Deep in thought, she jumped as her room door swung open and Clara, accompanied by Vanessa, swept in.
“Don’t you knock before entering?”
“No, you may notice the lack of locks on the doors. Suicide prevention, you are thought of as high risk!”
“I’m no risk to myself. I am only at risk from you mad butchers!”
Clara controlled her temper; it was reasonable that Richara should have setbacks. This was her former self’s outrage.
“Now, now, calm down. We are here to help you adjust to your new self, you know!”
“Well, good luck with that. I hate it!”
Clara stepped forward, syringe in hand.
“Oh no, you are not injecting me with something I don’t want!”
Vanessa spoke; her voice had a harder edge.
“Well, you were more than happy to medicate Marguerite with your concoction!”.
Immediately Vanessa shot towards Richara and grabbed her left forearm in a vice-like grip.
“Over to you, doctor!”
Smiling Clara wiped Richara’s exposed shoulder with an antiseptic wipe before plunging the needle in. Stepping back, she mumbled to Vanessa.
“Stand back and watch her. I will be back with my devices in a minute V”.
Vanessa snuggled down in a nearby chair; she was not sure what to expect, so concentrated on the form writhing on the bed. She need not have worried; soon it was clear there would be no fight or flight from the woman. Richara calmed a little, and a dopey grin spread over her face. Now that the sweaty hospital clung to her form as she breathed deeply, the rise and fall of her breasts emphasised the fiercely erect nipples that topped them.
The pseudo-nurse licked her lips, then she stood, crossing to the foot of the bed and gently parted the slightly twitching legs. Gazing, Vanessa savoured the sight of Richara’s glistening pussy.
“Wow, I must see if the doc can give me a shot of that stuff!”
“No, I can’t V! This stuff is like gold-dust, even Sherrie has limited supplies!” She paused for effect. “Now, while Richara is in a dream state, secure her wrists and ankles for me, V”.
Without a reply, Vanessa carried out the gruff order with care. Clara pushed some Bluetooth plugs into Richara’s ears before activating the script on her phone.
“Now, we let her settle. The hypnotic chanting needs time to be effective!”
Richara’s eyes glazed; Vanessa watched as the flow of clear liquid gathered around the subject’s pink labia before dripping on the clean white sheet she lay on.
All Richara concentrated on was the repeating script.
‘You are a woman, a very sexual woman’.
‘You love all women, but the most attractive are dominant women’.
‘You are a lesbian; you love sex, but the best kind is when you are being submissive’.
‘Your ideal lover is a dominant lesbian’.
Each cycle elevated Richara’s lust.
Sharon had waited long enough; the bathroom was now filled with billowing steam, and she stole her way into it. Silently approaching the shower enclosure, she could make out Marguerite’s form. The excited woman pawed between her widely open legs with her right hand whilst her left plunged the thick dildo in and out of her contracting pussy. The flapping end of the dildo gently slapped from one thigh to the other. Venturing closer, Sharon could hear Marguerite’s words between the deep sighs.
“Take me, mistress, plug me deeply!”
Slipping into the shower, Sharon pressed her body lightly against Marguerite’s back. The jilling woman groaned, continuing her seductive dance against the flexing dildo. Emboldened, the interloper slid her hands around the warm wet body and slowly massaged the slippery breasts. Once Marguerite’s nipples were tweaked, she part turned.
“Who is that! Let me go!”
“Don’t worry, Mum. It’s just me, Katie. Let me help you…”
“No Katie! We can’t—it’s so wrong!”
“Mum, I have seen you trying to satisfy yourself before and calling out my name. Just relax and let me help you”.
Marguerite gave in, moaning loudly; her busy right hand moved from her own pussy and went searching for the one behind her. Her fingers nudged her way past the mound they found and explored the slit, finding the pearl she hunted. She heard a squeal of delight.
“Oh, Mum, that’s so good. Let me fuck you!”
“Please, I have dreamt of this moment…”
Reaching down, Sharon grabbed the dancing end of the dildo and, brushing past Marguerite’s diddling fingers, thrust it as deep into herself as she could. Together, the pair humped their way to explosive mutual pleasure.
The air was rent by a piercing scream. Katie had come home early to surprise Sharon. How that had just backfired!
“What the hell—how could you both!”
Richara looked around the room; the sounds had finally stopped.
“How are you, Richara?”
“I’m a lesbian. Are you?”
“Why does that matter?”
“I only like lesbians like me, or better still dominant ones!”
“Very good, you are responding very well”.
“Answer me! Are you a lesbian?”
“Yes, both V and I are. Vanessa is a dom; she is going to dominate you now”
On the other side of the room, Vanessa removed her clothes, bumping and grinding like a burlesque dancer. Richara’s eyes fixed on the sensual dancer and followed her every step as she sashayed towards her.
“V mount her and seal her mouth with that plump pussy of yours. It will afford an effective gag”.
Clara wheeled a small trolley over to the bedside. She examined the contents carefully; finally she selected the large speculum. Leaning forward, she placed the metal at the entrance to Richara’s new vagina. With a light push, it slipped inside easily; it was when she expanded it that the new woman tensed, stiffening her body. Vanessa felt the change even more than her partner as the stifled scream roared against her sloppy cunt. As Richara relaxed more, less thought was dedicated to the pain and more to satisfying the mistress that rode her so kindly.
Clara watched carefully, timing the next step; she counted down slowly. Turning slightly, she picked up the slim vibrator; she then spread KY gel over the toy’s surface with her gloved hand. Lifting the gown covering Richara’s pelvis away, the psychologist glided her gloved index finger deep into her arsehole; a second one ed it a minute later and burrowed its way in as far as it could. Ignoring the apparent resistance of the subject, Clara pushed on by inserting the vibrator through the speculum prior to removing the shiny device. The sensations now burst through Richara’s pain ceiling and almost instantly were replaced with an urgent need to come.
Richara groaned loudly; being driven into a sexual frenzy increased the pace and effectiveness of her style of cunnilingus. Unexpectedly, Richara’s mouth was overflowing with Vanessa’s volcanic ejaculation. As the submissive gasped for breath, she had the first orgasm of her female existence.
Richara wiped all memories of Richard away and replaced with a false lifestyle as a needy submissive lesbian slut.