REMEMBERING, PART 3
by Zenna
Jordan Kassapedis had a lot of things going for her. She was tall and athletic, with a natural talent for just about any form of sport. Her iron powers of self-control when it came to diet and her love of exercise and gym work had kept her in fabulous shape, and she never seemed to fall ill. She was good-looking in a determinedly boyish sort of way, warm and funny to those who knew her, and if not academically inclined, then generally clever in a practical sense. She had built a very successful career in personal training that had garnered her many rich clients and a comfortable standard of living.
But she had one irredeemable flaw - her taste in men (and perhaps also women, although as she was currently on her first, the jury was still out on that). She had gone through a series of appalling relationships that had brought her both physical and mental trauma, constant lies and deception, two unwanted pregnancies, the theft of some of her most prized possessions, and at least one near-death experience. And true to form, the very worst of these men was the one she had chosen to marry.
The same man who she currently had chained to a wicked looking frame and who she was in the process of fucking with a large strapon dildo.
It was not going well. Certainly not as well as Tina had promised it would.
When Jordan had first been seduced by Tina Summers, then and now one of her most glamorous clients, she had thought it was only ever going to be a brief fling. It had happened while she and her husband were experiencing one of their frequent separations. These generally occurred when she either came to her senses, or discovered some new atrocity on his part (either towards her or the victims of one of his many criminal enterprises), or both.
Interludes of this kind usually ended when he charmed her into returning, usually by making convincing promises to mend his ways and treat her better. And that's exactly what happened on this occasion too. But the next time Jordan walked out, the pattern changed. Because this time she had Tina to turn to for help. Someone who was stronger and more persuasive than her husband - and, although she didn't realise it at the time (and perhaps still didn't fully appreciate even now), just as amoral.
Tina heard part of the story of how Jordan had been treated, and then got a more complete version from Jordan's brother Anton, who'd been trying for some time to get his sister away from the man who had so mistreated her. Tia's reaction was to send Jordan on a round-the-world holiday and start planning the same fate for her trainer's husband that she was preparing for her own.
Thanks to connections provided by Anton, the two men were kidnapped and sent to an illicit sex change clinic, at which they underwent extensive treatment to feminise them. Besides massive (and potentially dangerous) doses of hormones, most of their body hair was permanently removed, their hips widened, lips plumped up, cheekbones and jaws reshaped, and their voices raised. They were also given breast and buttock implants. With the exception of their genitals, they now looked and felt like women - and attractive women at that.
For Mitchell Summers, the transformation ended there, though he would certainly have not appreciated this as any kind of blessing. He was sold to a sultan in the Middle East, who wanted a fully functioning shemale to add to his collection of wives. Mitchell - or Jasmine as she was now known - was currently living a pampered life in a luxurious palace that was comfortable and enjoyable in every respect except two: she was a prisoner there, and she was obliged to satisfy the sultan's every sexual whim. To the extent that the latter involved her playing with some of his other wives, this could be fun. But when the sultan himself or his guards got involved ... well, not so much.
Jasmine had been in captivity now for about a year, and although she still sometimes dreamt of escape, those hopes were rapidly fading. She had seen what kinds of punishment could be doled out to servants who misbehaved, and while as a wife she could hope to be spared some of the more brutal reprisals, doing anything too overt would be risky.
She had cultivated a relationship with the sultan's teenage son, in the hope that she might be able to get a message out through him to someone who could help her. But unbeknownst to her, the son was reporting their every contact to his father. Indeed it had been the sultan's idea that the son let himself be seduced by the lovely Jasmine, partly out of a sense of a malicious amusement, but also because he genuinely wanted his child to enjoy the gorgeous shemale and all she had to offer.
The sultan thought it was hilarious that Jasmine was becoming besotted by the handsome young boy who she was trying to use for her own ends - and seemed to have no idea that was happening. He hadn't intended this particular twist, but it had certainly added to the entertainment value. He half suspected that his son might at some point ask permission to marry Jasmine himself - once he came of age, of course. The sultan was perfectly prepared to let that happen ... provided of course he could still pull rank and enjoy her himself when he felt the need.
As it happened, Jordan knew very little of all this, and would not have cared much in any event. She had not known Mitchell particularly well while he was still a man, and neither liked nor disliked him. She was content to accept that her lover must have had good reasons both to get her husband out of the way, and to humiliate him in this startling way.
She cared of course a lot more about her own husband's treatment, which although not including deportation and sale, involved cruelties of a different kind. At a physical level, the rechristened Bianca was given absurdly large boobs and her cock was permanently disabled from any kind of sexual function. But the more serious changes were to her mind and personality.
A heavy dose of hypnosis and an even heavier administration of experimental drugs had robbed Bianca of almost all recollection of her past life as a man, and implanted a strong sense of inadequacy. And not just inadequacy in some general sense, but the specific idea that she deserved to be what Tina and Anton had redesigned her to be - the cheapest of hookers.
Both to make her play this part, and to reinforce her conditioning, Anton not only acted as her pimp and exercised control over almost every aspect of her daily life, but took every possible opportunity to use and abuse her himself, both physically and verbally. As a result, until her recent rescue the only life Bianca could recall was one of relentless misery and degradation, forced to work on the streets and in alleyways, permanently cold and hungry, and at constant risk of violence from both her clients and her so-called protector.
Jordan had no idea of just how far Anton was going in his quest for retribution for what had been done to his sister. Unlike a gleeful and approving Tina, she did not see the videos of him fucking, assaulting and belittling her former husband. If she had, she would have found the images deeply disturbing.
She did approve in some general sense of what was being done. After years of despairing privately about the way he treated her, yet defending him to others and giving him chance after chance to mend his ways, she had been persuaded that he was an evil man who would never willingly repent or reform, a recidivist who would continue hurting not just her but others as well, if drastic action were not taken.
He could be reported to the police, with whom he had had numerous run-ins over the years. But even if he were convicted and jailed, he was just the type to rise to the top of any prison hierarchy - and he could still run some of his criminal operations from there. And if Jordan herself had helped put him inside, she would be in severe danger from his associates. Better then to find a way to end his threat once and for all - and yet to do so in a humiliating way that would force him to atone for his many sins.
Jordan could see all the arguments for that approach - and she certainly did want to take revenge on her ex-husband for the many ways in which he had hurt her. Yet it was one thing to know that all that was happening, and quite another to see the end-result - as she was discovering right now, despite having Bianca completely at her mercy.
When Tina had originally told her that she had been contacted by Cindy, another hooker who was concerned for Bianca and eager to help her work out who she had been, Jordan had been reluctant to get involved. But Tina had persuaded her that it would be fun not to just see the two sex workers, but to hire their services. It would give Jordan the opportunity to pay her ex back in the most direct and physical way possible.
Which was why she now had Bianca securely fastened to an amazing piece of equipment, which currently sat in the middle of the small bedroom she usually used as a weights room. Jordan had no idea where Tina had got it, and didn't really want to ask. It was a steel frame that held its victim in what would be an all fours position, with knees splayed wide and rump lifted slightly, except that the arms were raised straight up and chained above the head, which itself was held on adjustable chin rest.
From that position, Jordan could use the dildo that Tina had also given her to fuck Bianca from either direction, whether driving it into her mouth and down her throat, or as far into the blonde's gaping asshole as it was possible to go. After trying both, Jordan had settled for grabbing the helpless hooker's hips and pounding her from behind, each thwack of the dildo harness against the bubble butt eliciting a moan from Bianca as the purple silicon ploughed into the furthest reaches of her back passage.
The dildo was double-headed, with a shorter extrusion that slipped into Jordan's pussy, and moulding that allowed her to simulate her clitoris with each forceful thrust. When Tina had showed her how to use the toy the previous night, it had taken her quite a while to get the hang of fucking her lover with it. But when she did, they had both come - a lot. Jordan had extracted a promise from Tina that they could play with it again some time, and had spent the following day looking forward to using it on her ex-husband.
And yet now that she was actually doing it, she was feeling nothing - nothing at all. No pleasure at seeing him so thoroughly under her control. No feeling of satisfaction at being able to plunder his helpless ass, in the way he had so often fucked her (and never after asking if she was comfortable with it either). And above all, no sense of arousal, none of the waves of pleasure she had experienced when penetrating Tina.
And as she thought about that, two things occurred to her. One was that, unlike Tina, Bianca was being utterly unresponsive to her efforts. Not that the transsexual hooker wasn't making an effort. Those moans were clearly meant to sound like either pain or pleasure. But Jordan had a strong sense that they weren't either. And Bianca had neither struggled when she was chained into place, nor shown the faintest sign of pleasurable anticipation. She had simply accepted the idea of being tied up and fucked as if it were the most natural thing imaginable. That was ... disturbing. Certainly not arousing.
The other realisation was perhaps more profound: this simply wasn't her husband. Oh, if she looked closely enough, she could still recognise his old facial features. The timbre of the voice might be different, but the accent and speech patterns were still the same. And some of the movements and gestures were hauntingly familiar. But absolutely none of the old spark seemed to have survived. There was simply nothing there of the man who had charmed, inspired and at times terrified her.
She hadn't realised that she had stopped moving, that she was simply standing there with the dildo buried to its hilt, until she heard Bianca's tentative voice. "Are you okay ma'am? Did ... did you come?"
"I'm fine", she replied and thought of leaving it there, but surprised herself by adding: "And no, I didn't."
"I'm so sorry", responded Bianca immediately in a mournful tone. "Is there anything I can do?"
Jordan nearly laughed out loud at the absurdity of the request, coming as it did from someone who was so firmly and uncomfortably restrained. But she contented herself with murmuring: "Maybe. I'll think about it. In the meantime, why don't we take a break?"
It took a while to free Bianca from her chains, but when this was finally done Jordan led the blonde back into the living room and poured them both glasses of wine. There was no sign of Tina or Cindy, who had gone back to the former's house to give the married couple some privacy. It said much for Tina's confidence in Bianca's conditioning that she had not felt the need to stay around to protect her lover, although she knew in any event that there were a couple of hidden alarms in the apartment that Jordan could activate if she felt at all threatened.
"Are you sure I should be drinking this?" asked Bianca anxiously, as she accepted her glass. "It looks very expensive." Jordan smiled, waved away the objection and sat down next to the hooker on the couch. She had put her robe back on, while the blonde was still naked. No self-consciousness there, thought Jordan. Or maybe she's just used to not having any clothes ...
Bianca took a sip, her eyes widening in appreciation. "Very nice", she commented. She paused for a moment. "Do you want to play with my tits, ma'am?"
Jordan nearly choked on her drink. "What ... What makes you ask?" she eventually managed. "And it's Jordan - you don't need to call me ma'am."
The blonde looked worried, as if she'd somehow caused offence. "It's just that, well, that's what my customers usually do. When they're not putting their thingies in me." She blinked. "And actually, even when they are." She gave a deep frown. "Don't you like them?"
Her ex-wife shook her head in wonder, but decide to overlook the reference to "thingies". She looked again at the huge globes of flesh that seemed to occupy the entirety of the hooker's upper body. "They're pretty amazing", she said truthfully. She reached across and gently traced the outline of one of them, then ran a delicate finger across the nipple. "Do you like it when I do that?"
Bianca looked puzzled. "It's ... okay, I guess."
"So your nipples aren't very sensitive then?"
The blonde's frown deepened. "Well, they get sore sometimes, if that's what you mean." Then a thought seemed to strike her. "Do you like your tits being stroked? The way Cindy does sometimes?"
Jordan smiled. "Well, yes ..." She opened up her robe, took Bianca's unresisting hand, and guided it to one of her small breasts. After a minute or two, the blonde glanced at Jordan for permission, got it, and brought her mouth to bear as well.
"Mmmm, yes, that's what I like ... Maybe if you put your hand down here as well ... No, don't just try and jam your finger inside, that's a guy thing, just rub gently for now, but keep doing what you're doing to my boobs, that's right ... Aaah, yes, feel it starting to get a little wetter? That's a good sign ... Oooh, yes ... just keep doing that, that is so nice ... Maybe my other boob now? Yes, that's perfect ... Now, let me take your finger, I want you to rub there, on that spot, that's my clit. You can rub all all over, a bit harder now, just make sure you get that spot ... God, yes, keep going, more of that ... Aaah, that's right, don't stop ... Harder ... and keep licking my boobs ... Oh fuck, that's feeling sooo good ... A little more ... Yes ... Yes .... Oh god ... Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes ... Aaaaahhhhh ..."
Jordan relaxed her back, which had arched in ecstasy, and then slumped back, panting, as the after-shocks of her orgasm started to fade. But she still had Bianca's hand clamped between her legs, holding it tightly against her pulsing pussy.
Eventually she opened her eyes, to find the blonde hooker staring at her in wonder, eyes sparkling and with the first smile on her face that Jordan had seen. The woman who had once been her wife smiled back and then gently brought her mouth down on the transsexual's soft, ruby lips. They stayed locked together for quite a time.
When their mouths finally separated, Jordan settled her head down comfortably on Bianca's soft chest and gave a sigh of contentment. There was a silence for a time, until finally the blonde hooker found her voice. "Ma-, I mean, Jordan? Do you think we could kiss some more?"
Jordan laughed. "I'm sure that could be arranged ..."
A few miles away, Tina and Cindy were lying naked on a four-poster bed, sweat coating their entwined bodies. "Wow", said Cindy.
"Yeah", responded the older woman. "As you so eloquently put it, wow." She glanced sideways at the redhead. "You were really coming, weren't you?"
"Yep", answered Cindy.
"Although you'd say that even if you hadn't, right?"
"Yep."
Tina laughed, just as her phone played a short melody. She picked it up and glanced at the screen. "That's Jordan", she said. "She says Bianca's staying the night. Hmmm. I wonder how they're going?"
Cindy gave a grimace. "She'd better not hurt Bianca - I really didn't like the look of that horrible contraption ..." She brightened. "Hey, does that mean I get to stay too?"
Tina gave her bottom a reassuring pat. "Don't worry, that frame is designed to hold people for up to twenty-four hours - though not very comfortably, I admit. And to answer your question, I did pay for a whole night, so yes, you do ... Oh, that reminds me, there was something I was going to show you."
She fiddled with her phone for a minute, then showed Cindy a photo of a beautiful woman in an extravagant white wedding dress. "My ex-husband Mitchell ... or Jasmine as he's now known. And this was taken on his wedding night."
The next photo showed the bride, naked now apart from her veil, sitting on the edge of a large bed, with her legs spread. Jutting out of her groin was a good-sized cock, fully erect. Two equally attractive young ladies, who may have been bridesmaids, were kneeling on the floor, their heads turned round to the camera and their tongues busy licking the bride's shaft.
"This may be my favourite though", murmured Tina. The next photo revealed the bride with a startled look on her face as an older man stuffed his own erect organ into her mouth. "Oh no, tell a lie, it's this one." The last one showed the bride bent over and looking straight into the camera with an agonised expression, with what was presumably the groom pressed hard up against her rear. "I do hope she got the chance to have a practice beforehand ..."
"Those photos are hot!" commented Cindy approvingly. She reached an exploratory hand down between the brunette's legs. "Ooh, and someone else thinks so too! Want to play bride and bridesmaid?"
"Love to", grinned Tina, as she lay back to let the gorgeous redhead work her magic once more ...
Cindy did not get home until after lunch the following day, and even then there was no sign of Bianca until late afternoon. "How did you get home?" she asked her blonde friend. "And you're not too sore, I hope? I wasn't sure how long she was gonna leave you on that horrid frame."
Bianca, who was looking as relaxed and rested as Cindy had ever seen her, smiled and said: "Oh no, Jordan let me sleep with her last night. We had a lovely lie in, then she actually made me breakfast! Then later we went out for lunch, then she drove me here. She was so sweet!"
Cindy looked nonplussed. "So she didn't ...?" She paused, closed her eyes briefly, then started again. "Look babe, I mean I don't mean to be crude, but Tina kept using the phrase `fuck her senseless'. And that was one of her milder descriptions!"
To her amazement, Bianca actually laughed. "Oh I think that's what Jordan planned to do. But ... maybe Tina doesn't know her as well as she thinks she does, you know? We actually spent most of the time talking. Or sleeping." She paused, then giggled. "Well, maybe not quite *all *the time, if you know what I mean ..."
Cindy was finding this hard to process. "So you ... found out who you were? Jordan told you, right?"
The smile faded from Bianca's face. "She ... explained what Tina did. And she said she agreed with it. But she didn't tell me exactly why. Or what kind of person I used to be. What kind of man, I mean." She paused. "Seems weird to think I was a man. I mean I'm not now." She gave a weak smile. "Obviously." She looked off into the distance for a moment and then seemed to come back to herself, her expression once again serious.
"Jordan said she would explain about who I used to be - if I asked. But she ... asked me not to. Ask her, I mean. She said I wouldn't like what I heard. And she didn't want to ... to take the chance that person might come back, if I ... what was the expression she used? Gave me enough triggers, I think that's what she said. So ... I didn't. Didn't ask."
She gave Cindy a pleading look. "Did I do the right thing?"
The redhead blew her cheeks out. "Oh shit Bee, I don't know. Tina was pretty sure you're not getting your memory back. But ... she also told me a bit about you. The old you I mean. And it sounded like you were a pretty bad dude." She frowned. "But what I don't understand is why Jordan would want to protect you from all that. I mean, it seems like you - the old you treated her pretty bad. That's why you were being punished. So ... what changed?"
"I think", said Bianca slowly, "that she decided I was a different person. Someone she could actually like. I really don't know why, I mean, I'm nothing special. But she said it would be good if we could catch up again."
She saw the expression on Cindy's face and quickly added: "Not to date or anything. And definitely not to live together. She said she owed it to herself not to - and anyway, Tina would kill her if she even thought about it. But she said we could still be friends - as long as it was just the new me, not the old one."
Cindy sighed. "So you don't know, like, how that client of mine came to know you, or why you can remember seeing Anton fucking Tina? Although come to think of it, it's probably just as well you didn't ask about that last one, especially if Jordan didn't know about it. You didn't, right?" Bianca shook her head. "Just as well ... Hang on though, do you even know your name? I mean, what you used to be called?"
The blonde shook her head again. "Jordan never said. I don't think she wants to think about ... him. So I've decided I don't either."
This last was said with more firmness than anything she'd heard from the transsexual in the admittedly short time she'd known her. Cindy nodded. "Okay then, let's talk about what the new Bianca is going to do ..."
She took a deep breath. "I had quite a chat with Tina last night, we sorted out a lot of stuff - in between, um, doing other things." The two exchanged grins. "For a start, you can come and live with me. If you want to, of course. But you definitely don't need to go back to that dump. Or work on the street. Again, unless you want to. And you definitely don't need to worry about Anton, he'll stay away from you, Tina promised."
She twisted her mouth. "Tina insists he's not that bad. Says he only abused you the way he did because he was so mad about how you'd treated his sister. The old you, anyway." She shrugged. "Maybe he's just misunderstood, but maybe he's the nasty motherfucker I think he is. Doesn't matter now though - hopefully."
Bianca was looking troubled. "But if I'm not going to work on the streets, what else can I do? That's all I'm good for, I know it."
Cindy shook her head in irritation. "No Bee, that's Anton talking. Listen, I didn't have the chance to tell you, but I'm thinking of starting a place of my own. You know, a brothel. But a nice one - for rich gentlemen. And, um, ladies. Tina said she'd invest in the business - and recommend it to her friends. And I'd like you to come work as a receptionist. You can do special shows with me too, but only for clients you like."
She held up her hand to stop the blonde speaking. "That's okay babe, no need to make a decision now. You need to do a bit more recovering, then you can start figuring out what you want to do with the new you. Same goes for the other thing I have to tell you."
"What's that?" asked Bianca, her eyes wide.
"Well, I persuaded Tina that she needed to make some ... reparations. Her word, not mine. So she's gonna set aside some money for a medical fund for you. You can use it to get those hooters downsized a bit." She gave a mischievous grin and her eyes sparkled. "Though personally, I'm hoping you don't go below a double D! But you could also use the money to get yourself ... a pussy. A working one. But again, only if that's what you want."
Bianca stared at her friend in wonder, her eyes shining. "A pussy? Really? Oh wow ..."
She trailed off, thought for a minute, then said slowly: "You know, Jordan was showing me some better ways to play with a pussy. And tits as well." She gave a shy, nervous smile. "Do you think I could ... practise some more? With you, I mean."
Cindy nodded gravely. "I think that would be okay. But I think we should give it time, make sure the moment's right. I mean we don't want to rush or anything." Bianca nodded.
Cindy paused for a moment, then her face cracked into the broadest of grins. "I think that's long enough, don't you?" Reaching forward, she started to unbutton Bianca's blouse ...
The end
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