Emperor's Diamonds
By Aaron Pery
www.airper@aol.com
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ISBN: 978-1-4523-1953-7
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Emperor's Diamonds
(book two of Parallel Worlds)
Chapter 1
Marty had no idea when or how she had reached and then penetrated her facsimile in this new reality, but she was sure that she had succeeded in doing so since she felt as though she were placed in the proper corporeal environment--in the body of a female again. And once she reached it she received a confirmation that everything that she and Nick had originally planned came to fruition when she felt her mind begin nourishing. I feel like a real cannibal the way I’m feeding, she thought fleetingly, but I guess one can’t actually do that to oneself. Then, feeling safe, she allowed himself to relax by relinquishing control of her mind and falling asleep.
When she woke up six days later she was cognizant of her physical being and sight, sound, smell, and of her body in general. Her surprise at seeing the room was great, though, as it did not seem in keeping with her character as she thought it should be. It was small and smelled in a way that she could not clearly identify, she also determined that she wore pajamas, which Martin never wore to bed in his previous life.
Oh, what am I thinking, she thought, expecting this me to be an exact replica of my old self and my environment? I'd arrived here as a female, just as I'd been on Minos, but this is a different world and body from my old male one, with personal habits that are so dissimilar to those that used to be mine in the past. So I better observe it calmly and get used to it all.
Despite the joy that she felt at finally waking up and regaining her senses, Marty became perturbed when she realized that she was missing an extremely important element of truly being alive—physical control of this body, unlike her first experience when she woke up as a kentauride. Hard as she tried to move, her limbs did not respond nor could she turn her head to properly observe her surroundings. Heck, she thought, I better slow down and stop trying to rush things because I’m alive again, and I’m sure just as young as I’d hoped to be.
Then, after what she thought were five minutes, Marty’s duplicate in this reality let out a loud yawn and began the slow process of getting out of bed with her eyes closed so that she could see nothing of the room. She smiled when the woman began undressing and realized it was not pajamas but a nightgown. Well, she thought, I guess that confirms the fact that my duplicate is a female. No, a woman since she's human rather than a centaur.
The woman began moving with eyes still closed against the sunlight that streamed into the room, a movement that felt as if she were sleep-walking until she stopped suddenly and opened her eyes in front of a full-length mirror, in which the reflection of her body in this reality became visible and Marty gasped at the sight. It was not, as she had anticipated it would be, a small woman such as Nikki used to be, nor average sized, but unusually tall with a powerfully physique, with beautiful long blond hair, and quite a statuesque figure--nearly as large as Martin used to be and with facial features quite reminiscent of him. Jesus, she thought, now that I see her fully, can't be any doubt that she belongs to my ancestral family like even though she's a woman--both of which I really like.
She watched the young woman kept looking at herself in the mirror, then grinned to herself with pleasure as she ran both hands over her gorgeous body, particularly over her magnificent breasts. It rattled Marty a little seeing her do it, which was something that Martin had seen a few times in sexually alluring movies and had thought that it was a creation of a depraved writer’s mind.
But I guess those sons o' bitches must know the subject quite well because here's a woman doing exactly that. And it's not just any woman but the one whose body has been designated to become mine if I can ever take it over. Which tells me that I know nothing yet about being a real woman instead of a half-ton kentauride.
Marty shrugged mentally when she realized that she will have to learn what being a woman meat, particularly all her personal habits, which she was looking forward to truly becoming what's her name. And she ain’t too bad looking, this Valkyrie, so I'm sure I'll enjoy having her body just as I did my previous one. Heck, probably even more because I’d wondered a few times in my life about how it would feel like being on the other side of the gender equation. And now I better stop talking to myself because I think she's about to go take a leak so I better observe her closely and learn how a normal woman pisses.
She watched the woman closely when she sat down on the toilet so that she would be able to duplicate it once she took over--curiously in a prurient way since she had never seen a woman urinate before. She was fascinated when the woman spread her legs and inserted a finger through her sparse bush and then pressed on a spot beside her left labia, to be able to aim it she guessed.
Another door opened just as she finished wiping herself with a wad of toilet paper, and a woman entered, startling Marty for a moment. She was about forty, quite short, had dark hair, swarthy skin, a perfect hour-glass figure, and naked. She rushed to the toilet as she pushed the girl out of the way physically before sitting down. Marty was embarrassed for a moment to hear her urinating with the girl, apparently her daughter, in the toilet, with a freedom not unlike that of the centaurs.
"Gosh, Nina, you sure took your time getting up, forcing me to wait to go to the bathroom this long because I didn’t want to wake you up on this important day for you."
"Thanks, Mom, that was very considerate of you."
The sound of Nina’s voice surprised Marty because it resembled hers, but mostly because it was quite deep and extremely sexy sounding. I like that, she thought, as Nina washed her hands vigorously before brushing her teeth—both activities making her breasts jiggle from side to side in an enticing manner. She was fascinated to watch Nina pluck a few hairs from her eyebrows, between her breasts, and her areolas with tweezers, which was quite painful.
Nina’s mother, in the meantime, continued her toilet activity. She broke wind loudly, then defecated without embarrassment despite her daughter’s presence. Looks like they’re a very different kind of people than we were in human setting, she thought.
"Hey, Nina, you don’t have to do that because they’ll do it for you at the salon later on. You got the full treatment coming, you know."
"Yes, and I’m looking forward to it. But being as light-haired as I am I’m afraid they’ll miss a few if I don’t do it myself."
"You’re probably right, lucky dog that you are, with almost white blond hair that most women would kill for."
"Like you, for instance?" Nina said with a chuckle.
"Don’t you dare make fun of me. Oh, hell, so I’m as hairy as a monkey all over and even have a crappy black mustache on my upper lip while yours can barely be noticed because it’s so blond."
"Then how would you like being as big as I am, with watermelon size tits that are so heavy that I must always wear a damn corset bra or my back muscles hurt so bad it kills me?"
"You get your size and hair color from your German side of the family, you know, and your beautiful brown skin from my Cuban side. Which, if you don’t know yet, all the men just adore—big tits and butt are at a premium when being considered for matrimony."
"Like a cow—lots of kids and big tits full of milk to feed them with. I always hated the way I look, especially at school when the girls made fun of my size."
"Because they were jealous that all the boys chased after you, trying to stick their hands under your skirt and blouse."
"I guess so because they sure did." Nina giggled suddenly. "Which I loved so much that I let them do it to me all the time, and why all the girls called me Puta."
"An honorable name as far as I’m concerned." Her mother flushed the toilet and came over to wash and brush. "But all kidding aside, it was your magnificent looks that drew Paul to you to begin with. So much so that he wanted to marry you and proposed very quickly after you'd met."
Nina raised her hand and looked at the engagement ring that she wore, with a single huge diamond that Marty thought was of at least three carats. Oh, shit, she thought. That means she’s gonna get married soon—a rather unexpected complication when I'm looking forward to finding Nikki.
"Let’s not talk about it now, Mom, because I need to take a shower."
"Okay. But just towel your hair dry instead of setting it."
"Of course. How about breakfast at Cohen’s Deli?"
"Great idea because we’ll go to the salon directly from there. And put on a regular bra so it’ll be easy to take off for the massage that you’re getting. I’ll do the same, too."
I wonder where they’re going to tonight that they need to get pampered like this, Marty thought as Nina stepped into the shower. Nina surprised her when she crouched down and peed again, aiming her stream to the drain and laughing when she accomplished it easily.
"Did you just piss in the shower again, Nina?" Her mother yelled.
"No, Mom, you know I wouldn’t do that." Nina responded and giggled as she turned on the water.
Marty watched Nina wash carefully, noting her every move. Especially when she took care of her genitals, which she soaped gently and then rinsed with the portable showerhead, and under each breast, which she lifted as high as she could without hurting herself. She was amazed at their weight, something that she had never considered before, even as a kentauride.
Her close observations continued as Nina dressed up, watching with interest as she deftly closed the bra’s long row of hooks then moved from side to side a few times to seat her breasts firmly in their cups. She also noticed that the dull ache in the back that she had not paid attention to before suddenly vanished and realized for the first time ever exactly why women, regardless of size, wore bras. I guess Kentaurides are built in such a way that their chest muscles held their tits with ease, she thought, which is why I'd never even thought of it.
She chuckled to herself when Nina put on a pair of silk panties, realizing that they were made of real silk rather than of man-made materials, and liked the feel of their smoothness against her skin. Next, she put on a short white halter that she tied just above her naval, Bermuda shorts, and a pair of sandals. She did not put on makeup except for a red lipstick and a few dabs of perfume, which Marty now recognized was the scent that she had sniffed when she woke up.
Once dressed, Nina went over to her mother’s room and watched her finish dressing nearly identically to her daughter. "Ready to go, Mom?"
"Yes. You wanna drive us in your new convertible?"
"I’d love to."
Chapter 2
A surprise awaited Martin when they took the elevator down to the street and he saw the car parked in front. It was an enormous gleaming yellow 1957 Buick, which instantly told her she and Nikki had missed the year that they were aiming for by six years since the car was new. The thought suddenly occurred to her that it was possible that only she had reach this timeframe but that Nick may not have reached or possibly overshot it downward or upward. The idea made her shudder with frustration.
Forcing herself to relax since there was nothing she could do about it, Marty noticed that the women lived in a section of Miami that was starting to look a little dilapidated. It was similar to where his parents had to move to from the beautiful home in Miami Beach once his father’s financial troubles began.
Cohen's Deli looked the the old Woolfie's from Marty's time and seemed unchanged even down to the familiar long waiting line. Nina's mother dragged her in and told the host that her name was Schurmann, spelling it loudly, and he responded by motioning for them to follow him to a very nice booth.
Son of a bitch, Marty chuckled to herself, one more factor to match my old life because Dad had anglicized our name to Sherman because it was less German sounding.
"So how do you feel about this whole thing, Nina?" Doris asked after a few minutes of silence.
"About what exactly?"
"Come on, Nina. Don’t the label on the Kosher pickle jars that this place puts on each table, like all Jewish deli’s do, remind of who you’re about to marry?"
"Not again, Mom. It’s not that I care if they were but they sure aren’t."
"Really? Then tell me what good Catholics you know of that go into this kind of business? Besides, Butin sounds like a Jewish name."
"You’re starting to annoy me, Mom. They’re from Lithuania, named so after a small village on the Baltic Sea near a town called Butinge, where everything like pickled herrings, cabbage, and cucumbers are in great demand because they just loves the stuff. And even though almost everyone in that area is Catholic, the Butins belong to the Eastern Orthodox Church."
"Okay, I accept it. I'd never asked you, Nina, but why are you marrying Paul when we both know that he’s not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed and that his parents weren’t either until they were killed in a car accident six months ago, which was why his aunt who runs the company lorded it over them?"
"Jesus, Mom, where did you find all that out?"
"You thought that your old mother ain’t too sharp either? I do have my own sources, and they ran a check on these people for me. Unfortunately, I got this information only last night so it’s too late to cancel your wedding with this poor young man. He’s gorgeous, I’ll admit, but so was your father and look where we are, living in a crappy little apartment in a lousy part of town and with both of us working in shitty jobs. And even worse, I got to supplement our pathetic income with money that I get from fucking old men who can barely get it up—not exactly hooking but pretty close to it."
Nina put a hand on her mother’s and squeezed it. "I always knew about that, which was why I quit in tenth grade and went to work so I could help. And that’s why I’m going to marry Paul, so I won’t end up in your kind of situation, Mom."
"I love you very much, so it always hurt me that you didn’t finish high school in order to help me. But what’s it got to do with Paul when all he is and will always be in life is a pickle maker who makes about as little money as you do?"
"Really?" Nina reached into her purse and took out a document which she unfolded and pushed over to her mother. "Read it, Mom, and then tell me again about the poor pickle maker that I’m going to marry."
Doris squinted as she tried to read it but gave up. "I can’t see it without my glasses so you just go ahead and tell me what it says."
"Okay, Mom. It’s a document they gave me at the bank when we went to see them yesterday afternoon. What it says here is that according to a trust fund that his great-grandfather set for Paul when he was born, he inherits it at age thirty or when he finishes college, or on the day he gets married."
"He’s just twenty-four and never went to college so getting married is the only way for him to inherit, right? How much money are we talking about?"
"A million dollars, and my name’s going to be added to it as of tonight after I officially become Mrs. Paul Butin."
Tonight? Oh shit, what am I going to do about that?
Doris, who had just bit into her pastrami sandwich, nearly choked on it. She burst into laughter as Nina pounded on her back to help her spit it out. "You’re a real sneaky broad, ain't you? So your pickler’s a millioner and so will you be the moment you both say ‘I do’?"
"Exactly, Mom."
"How long have you known about Paul’s inheritance?"
"Since a week after we’d met, when I tried to break up with him and he told me about it. You’re right about Paul being a gorgeous idiot, but he also is quite a cunning guy and knew that no matter how little I feel for him, the sound of money will persuade me otherwise. And he was right about that because immediately afterwards I let him play with my titties and pussy. So Now you know the truth about my great love for the shmuck."
Wow, the heartless, scheming gold-digging bitch. And she’s getting it all tonight after the ceremony, with me coming along as an uninvited and unwilling wedding guest and participant in the scam. Fascinating story, this.
"Why didn’t you tell me about it three months ago, after you got engaged?"
"Because even though he showed me the document it meant nothing unless my name was on the papers, which he couldn’t do until the bank set it up with a provision that it becomes binding only with presentation of a marriage certificate. Paul hated doing it but I warned him two days ago that unless he sets it officially the wedding’s off. So he did, which is why I just told you about it."
Doris giggled happily. "So it was a case of ‘no money, no pussy’? Gosh Nina, you’re a devious little whore. Better than I ever was or could be."
"Thanks, Mom. That’s exactly how I’d put it to Paul."
"Wait a minute, Nina. Are you telling me that you never let him do you? How can that be when I’d heard you threshing in bed many a night and yell like crazy when you came?"
"I want you to know that I’m a certifiable virgin. As to how come I still am, one can reach an orgasm without full penetration, which I let Paul do to me almost every night after he told me about the money."
"I see. But why didn’t you let him go all the way once he did and you got this wonderful, expensive ring?"
"Two reasons. One is that I never was too keen on having real sex so I had no problem waiting until our wedding night."
"Why aren’t you?"
"Well, that’s not what I meant because I loved it when the boys touched me down there and then when I let Paul rub it with his cock and then spray it with hot cum. But the truth is that the idea of him tearing me when sticks his cock into me scares the living hell out of me."
"Most virgins feel that way about their first time, but once it’s done they love it."
"I guess so. The second reason for not doing it so far was that the old crone great grandmother of Paul intends to check our nuptial bed and verify that her darling boy got himself a true virgin. That’s why we got the beach house on the estate for our honeymoon first night, so it’ll be easy for her to check by inspecting the bloody sheets."
"But why should you give a damn about it once you’re married?"
"Because the old bitch can have the marriage annulled, and where will I be then?"
"Nonsense. It takes years to get such a thing, with a lot of influence and not just money."
"It does if you’re a Catholic but not for the Eastern Orthodox, and the Butin and Kalinin families have lots of pull in their church. Hell, it’ll take no more than twenty-four hours for their prelate to nullify the marriage if they pay him off."
"Jesus, that could be dangerous for you."
"That’s the point, isn’t it, to insure that everything goes smoothly."
"You sure thought all the angles through, Nina. I’m proud of you."
"And that, plus the fact that you are who you are, really pissed all of Paul’s family when he gave them the news about marrying me. But he insisted that they stay out of it, even refused to move into the beach house so that we won’t be under their thumbs. That’s why he rented a beautiful apartment in Miami Beach, as far away from them as possible."
"All of which you had a hand in, I presume?"
"Of course."
Doris looked at her watch. "I think we better get going."
"Yeah. Our appointment at the salon is for noon, so we must."
Marty thoroughly enjoyed the drive to Palm Beach in the convertible, with the wind blowing in the women’s hair and preventing any conversation between them. She had always been partial to big, powerful cars and was fervently hoping to be driving it herself soon. A few times on the way she tried to exert control on Nina’s mind but every time that she tried it, it so confused Nina that she nearly crashed the car. I better give it some more time before I try again or I’ll end up killing us both, Marty thought, listening to the women's conversation as they reached heavy traffic and had to slow down.
"Are you going to do anything not to get pregnant right away, Nina?"
"I’d given it a lot of thought and decided that I want to wait a while before I start having babies."
"Smart girl. How are you going to prevent it from happening, have Paul use a rubber whenever you have sex with him?"
"No, Mom. I found out that there’s a new invention to stop conception called a diaphragm—kind of the reverse of a condom and it looks a bit weird, which the woman inserts deep into the vagina after spreading a coating of a liquid called spermicide on it. What it does is block the sperm from reaching the tubes and also kills it at the same time."
"Damn it, I didn’t know about such a thing or I would’ve used it with my men instead of rubbers so I’d get a good feeling when they come. You sure it works?"
"Yes. I went to a family planning clinic where the nurse showed it to me on a plastic model so I got a set for almost nothing."
"But you just said that it’s supposed to be inserted far into the vagina, which is impossible to do through your hymen because it’s so thick that you can’t even use a tampon? Oh, I see, once Paul tears it up you’ll be able to put the thing in."
"I wish you hadn’t brought that up, Mom, because the idea of what he’ll do to me scares the hell out of me and I might even fight him."
"Nah, I doubt you’ll even think about it once Paul puts his cock against your hymen and you go gaga over it. What about possibly getting pregnant tonight, before you can put it in? I conceived on my first time, you know."
"No problem with that because my last period was over yesterday so I got a week before I ovulate and can get pregnant, which was what the nurse had told me."
"Gosh, I wish I’d been this smart at the time."
"You were, but you were just fourteen at the time and twenty years ago nobody knew what they do today."
"I guess so."
Chapter 3
Marty was terribly upset by the conversation, particularly about what that she was going to undergo later that night. But she was pleased with the way her mind was beginning to gain control of Nina’s body, which was proved to her when they reached the salon and the hostess asked Nina what kind of haircut she would like to have. Marty, who in her previous life had never liked women with long hair, responded to the question quickly. "I’d like it short."
Doris gave Nina a startled look. "You gotta be kidding. You want them to cut off your beautiful long hair?"
Being an obstinate person, and sure that it was her own hidden wish to have short hair, Nina responded in the affirmative, which made Marty happy for having influenced Nina. "Yes, Mom, I’d really like to have an easier time of it, especially in the summer when it’s so hot and sticky around here."
Doris shrugged. "I guess you’re right about that but I’ll keep mine just as long as it is now."
The first part of the treatment involved getting denuded of hair in all possibly exposed parts if she wore a bikini on the honeymoon. So when the woman asked Nina if she would prefer that she use wax remover she burst out saying, with Marty’s influence, that it would be too painful to have the hairs ripped off.
"Just shave it—and make sure I got a small looking bush and none on my legs and thighs that I want you to clip real close."
"Of course. And under your arms as well."
Marty appreciated the process of being pampered that Nina went through for the next two hours, which started out with a relaxing massage. Then, afterwards, her hair was cut and set, her finger and toe nails covered with delicate red sheen, and subtle makeup was applied to her face by an apparent artist.
Doris and Nina inspected each other closely when they met afterwards, and grinned happily as they stood in front of the mirror. "You look ravishing, Nina." Her mother said.
I don’t. They look like painted dolls, and with her coiled hair Doris really look like a Medusa."
"And so do you, Mom. I can just imagine how great we’ll look when we put on our gowns."
Yeah, that's for sure. The seamstress will bring them over at six so we have at least an hour to get ourselves ready for the ceremony. She'll also bring all the accessories that we need to complete our appearance."
"That’s good. How about the two suitcases with all my new clothes?"
"Paul sent someone yesterday to take them over to the new apartment so by now they must all be in the closets and drawers ready for your use."
"Then everything’s set."
"One more thing. We better wear kerchiefs on the way to the estate, or even better, put the top on so we don’t mess up our hair."
"I’d rather put the top up."
"Smart girl."
Doris watched Nina press a button and the top came out of its compartment in the back and stretched over them, which she secured with two catches to the windshield frame. "Gosh, Nina, this is really a great car you got from Paul as your wedding present."
"It sure is. And the great treatment we got at the salon was a gift from him as well."
"He’s a very generous man, Nina, so you better be real nice to him."
"So that he stays that way, especially when it comes to money?"
"Of course. This way you’ll never ever need to work again."
"Sure. But what about you now that you won’t have me contributing to the household expenses?"
"Don’t worry about me because I found myself an old pigeon who’ll be very happy to cover all my expenses if I’ll let him. And he's even willing to marry me if I agree, which I might."
Nina chuckled. "And you’re seriously considering it?"
"You got it. Owns a small beach hotel near Tampa that’s always full so the money’s not going to be a problem. Actually Howard Spencer is forty-eight, great looking, and is the best lover I’d ever had since your dad was killed."
"So he's not an old codger? I'm glad you'll trade him for all the shit you got now."
"Of course. I’ve been stringing him along for a couple of months now, waiting for you to get your wedding over before giving him an answer. But how can I not do it when the guy is so well off and has no living relatives to bother us with once I marry him?"
"And you called me a schemer?"
"Well, you’re my daughter after all. Anyway, I’ll let you know what happened by the time you get back from your honeymoon. And by the way, where are you going?"
"That’s the part of the whole thing that I’m not thrilled about. Paul’s idea was for us to fly over to Havana, and from there to Nassau in the Bahamas, and stay a week in each place."
"Sounds great to me. And then what?"
"Just drive up and down the Florida coast and stay in any luxury hotels that I’ll like. We’ll see."
Marty was stunned by the sight of the Butin estate, which was situated atop a hill overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and surrounded by acres of well-maintained lawns and gardens. The beach house was huge, beautifully appointed, and had a wide veranda that sat mostly on stilts over the water.
Doris was greatly impressed after Nina took her on a tour. "Gosh, Nina, it’s a shame that you’re not going to live here in this fantastic house."
"I agree, except that the house comes with the most disagreeable sort of neighbors, who I’m sure will drop in on me whenever they feel like it."
"I guess you’re right. Anyway, I think we should take a bit of a snooze right now to rest until the festivities start."
"That’s a good idea but I’m afraid to mess my hairdo if I lie down."
"Then how about doing it out here on a lounge chair so we’ll actually be sitting up without ruining our hair?"
"Yeah, that'll do it so I think I’ll put on a robe to make it even more comfy."
"Me too."
Nina fell asleep almost immediately after sitting down on the comfortable, thick-padded lounge, and as soon as she did Marty tried to take complete rather than partial control of her body. Her first try failed because she had no idea how to properly do it when she exerted pressure on Nina’s mind, which startled her out of sleep and made her seem confused when she opened her eyes briefly.
No good, Marty thought, withdrawing and releasing her pressure on Nina’s mind and letting her continue sleeping. She’s either too stupid to understand what’s happening, she thought, or my presence and activity within her body is obscure. She Accepted that she would have to wait for a special opportunity when Nina’s mind became utterly sluggish in order to try to take over again.
Yet, Marty was saddened by the realization that the only way for her to acquire full control over Nina was to obliterate her mind rather than store it in a cocoon as she had Nick had done to the centaur because the human mind is much too strong to coexist with--even an idiot like Nina. Viewed from any point that she tried to consider, it still meant that her survival depended on killing Nina, which was murder plain and simple, albeit unseen and unpunishable but murder nonetheless. Which greatly disturbed her sense of morality.
Doris woke Nina up thirty minutes before the seamstress was supposed to deliver their gowns. "Come on, Kid, you better wake up because you got to use the toilet and brush your teeth before you put on your underwear and stuff."
"Yeah. And also clean between my legs with a warm rag to get rid of any smell I got there."
"Good idea. Want to use a feminine deodorant like I use."
"No, Mom, because I hate the smell of it."
"Okay, I don’t mind that you don’t."
Marty watched Nina’s preparations with interest, particularly so when Doris handed her a white corset/bra combination, which she was quite familiar with since Martin’s mother, who was rather well endowed always wore one. Nina’s corset, though, felt satiny and very light unlike Martin’s mother’s and did not seem as large, which Marty quickly found the reason for since it stretched to hug her figure tightly once she closed all of its front snaps to just below her breasts.
Once she reached that spot Doris stood before her and smiled at her Nina. "Here, let me do the bra part for you so it’ll be as comfortable as possible to wear for the next few hours."
"Thanks, Mom. I really hate this contraption, you know."
"All big women do but it makes us look better and holds our breasts up nicely when we wear a strapless gown like you got. Besides, it’ll also do a great job on holding your breasts so the weight won’t kill your back muscles."
"Yeah, I guess so, so go ahead."
When Doris finished closing the bra snaps and adjusted Nina’s breasts within the newly formed cups, Marty was amazed by how well her breasts looked with a rather daring décolletage that exposed them quite a lot.
"Okay, Nina, now put on the new panties and the white stockings and I’ll attach them to the garter straps."
Nina did not respond as she folded the bottom part of the corset up, which exposed her groin, and put the panties on, which made Marty realize how women wearing such a contraption can use the toilet. Next, Nina pulled her stockings all the way up and Doris attached them to the straps, four on each leg.
"Thanks, Mom. Now you do the same for yourself and we’ll both be in shape to put on our gowns."
Marty was quite rattled when the seamstress finished dressing Nina, in a way that even putting on the corset did not. Jesus, me wearing a dress on top of sexy feminine underwear—that’s a real crazy thing to have happened to me. And what is about to take place is even weirder. But what the hell, I got no say about any of these things so I better grin and bear it for now or it’ll drive me nuts. But truth be told, even if I have no one to tell it to, I kind of like the way I look in this gown with my big tits sticking out the way they do and having such a beautiful figure. Marty chuckled to herself suddenly. Gosh I think I’ve gone nuts, thinking that way even after my experience as a kentauride and being fucked by so many stallions.
Everything that happened after Nina and Doris got dressed, which Marty thought they both looked magnificent, passed for her as though through a thick haze with the exception of her first sight of Paul. She thought he was the most handsome man she had ever seen, especially in his perfectly fitting black tuxedo. He was nearly six-four with an erect bearing and wide shoulders and with hair just as blond as hers, and an arresting smile directed exclusively at her.
Two hours later, after they escaped from everyone by driving a golf cart to the beach house, Nina was fumbling unsuccessfully with all the snaps of her dress before asking for help. "Come on, Paulie, help me take this damn thing off."
"With pleasure, my Nina."
Paul opened all the hooks and eyelets of the extremely tight dress, then did the same with her white satin girdle while Nina unhooked the stockings from the attached straps. She pulled everything off with a sigh of relief and bent down to remove the stockings together with her panties.
As she did that, the sight of her spread buns had apparently so excited Paul that he could not resist running his hand between them and making Nina jump up hastily, which made her breasts jiggle painfully. "Oh, come on, Paulie, give me a chance to take everything off and get comfortable before you grow too excited."
"Sorry about that, Nina. But we always loved doing that in your room before."
"That was without me wearing all this crap, you know."
"So what should we do?"
"Give me a few minutes to take off all the jewelry and go pee, and then you can do to me whatever you like."
Paul grinned boyishly. "Then I better get undressed, too."
When Nina came out of the bathroom Paul waited for her fully naked at the door. He took her in his arms and hugged her tightly, kissing her hard on the lips while kneading her buns as he pushed himself hard against her middle. Marty, who had tried to remain calm at first, gasped when she saw Paul’s erect penis, and then became utterly excited when Nina touched his warm, literally vibrating flesh.
Paul smiled as he looked down at her before he picked Nina up in his powerful arms and carried her to the bedroom, where he put her down on the bed. Marty did not remember later how she had gotten there, only that she suddenly woke up from a trance-like state in bed with Paul sliding very slowly into the wet space between her legs, then lowered himself until she felt him pressing against her opening.
It was a little frightening yet an utterly thrilling feeling once he covered her with his body, and she cried painfully when he pushed himself into her. Her yell stopped him momentarily but he kept pushing further and further in until she felt as though he would never stop entering her.
She knew that he was fully embedded within her when she felt Paul’s balls pressing against her butt, shuddering for a second before he began moving at a slow pace at at first, then ever faster. The pleasure that his movements evoked in her was electrifying since it stroked her every nerve ending along the sensitive, sensual lining of her tight vagina. She lost her thinking ability as her body began trembling and she moaned—softly at first, then in rasping loud sounds as both began moving in cadence with each other.
When Paul’s back arched suddenly and he thrust fully into her one final time, she felt the hot jet of his fluid fill her. Her entire body began to spasm violently in full harmony with her orgasm which, a moment later, made her drop into a mental faint.
Marty felt immense pleasure inside her physical prison. Yet, hard as it was for her not to be ensnared by the erotic affect on her mind, she quickly detached herself from Nina’s and waited for the opportunity to strike. It came when Nina’s mind became totally unfocused during her wild climax of sexual ecstasy, which signaled to Marty to make her move. She pounced without any thought as she fashioned her mind into an envelope-like membrane, wrapped it around Nina’s mind and squeezed it with all her might.
It was disconcerting to her a moment later when Paul, unaware of what had just happened, entered Marty yet again and pumped into her until he climaxed—with her coming along with him, feeling elated to be so alive and enjoying such colossal sensual gratification.
To her delight, Paul’s recuperative powers were great, which made her suddenly feel jealous because it was more than Martin had ever been able to sustain with Nicole. I’m being stupid, the thought flashed in her mind as they rested after their sixth climax, this body is as strong as a bull and just as ardent sexually at this age as mine used to be.
Marty was about to fall into an exhausted sleep at dawn after another mind-numbing climax, when she realized that because of all the immense pleasures that she had experienced, she had forgotten the most important element in her takeover. It was not enough for her to control her new body but she also needed to prepare it for the future by melding her mind and its new brain into one entity.
She looked over her shoulder at Paul and saw that he was as exhausted as she was and was lying there completely senseless. She quickly sent her mind into her new brain and made all the necessary connections with it, then scanned everything in and around it. Satisfied that the job was successfully completed, Marty fell asleep instantly.
Chapter 4
It seemed to be early morning when she woke up and she was about to crawl out of bed to use the bathroom. Paul must have felt her movement and stopped her by laying his hand on top of a breast and tweaking its nipple, exciting her in an instant as he climbed on top of her yet again and she felt his erection sliding into her. Yet despite her overwhelming desire, Marty suddenly remembered that it was a week since arriving in this reality, and that she had something of extreme importance to do. Not realizing that she was actually verbalizing her thoughts, she mumbled aloud. "I can’t now. I must go to the jetty to meet Nikki."
Paul’s body suddenly became rigid and he rolled off her to sit next to Marty, looking utterly confused. "What did you just say, Nina?"
She pulled herself to a sitting position against the headboard and ran a hand gently over Paul’s cheek. "I wasn’t aware that I said anything."
"You mumbled to yourself, I guess, but I clearly heard it. Something to do with going to the jetty to meet Nikki." Paul grinned suddenly and his face crinkled in an utterly familiar fashion. "Is that what you just said?"
"Yes, even though I didn’t mean to say it out loud. The fact is, though, that I must hurry and get dressed because I must meet someone. I’ll tell you all about it later, but I must go now."
Paul’s smile grew even wider. "To see Nikki? No, you don’t have to do that."
"Why d’you say that I don’t need to go?"
"Because you’d already met him."
Marty became quite agitated. "How would you know about him? And if you do, then when did I meet him?"
"Up at the big house last night, when you first laid eyes on me."
"You? You must be shitting me. How can you be Nikki?"
"The same way you’d turned out to be Nina." He grabbed both of her hands. "Come on, Marty. The same thing that happened to you happened to me—you girl me boy, believe it or not."
Marty burst into laughter, then into sobs. "Jesus Christ, I can’t believe what happened to us—getting hit by lightening in LA and then finding ourselves in a mythological place where we’d switched genders. And now here in Miami, where we got married without knowing who the other really was."
"And then spent a whole night in torrid lovemaking, even better than we did as centaur. Crazy, ain’t it? But how did it all happen when these people aren’t even of our bloodlines?"
"Like hell they aren’t. My last name in this reality is Schurmann, which my dad had changed to Sherman because it sounded too German. And my middle name here is Martha, as in Martin. So, even though my mother here is Cuban, almost all of it fits because my mental emanations regardless of gender were quite comparable to my old ones."
"I didn’t know about your last name change. But mine was changed too somewhere along the line—from Kalinin to Kalin, which I hadn’t connected until just now. And my middle name is Nicholas or Nick, like in old Nicole. That’s why my mind chose poor Paul to be my substitute in this universe."
"Was he as dumb as I was led to believe by Nina and her mother?"
"Literally room temperature IQ. How about Nina?"
"A cunning, scheming, nasty bitch who married Paul for his money. But let’s not talk about them right now because there’s something you need to finish right now."
"Oh? Like what?"
"What you’d started to do just before you heard me mumble about Nikki."
Nick responded by taking her in his arms and kissing her tightly. "Like this?"
"Good start. Now you better climb on top of me again."
Marty saw Nick sitting in the midst of the messy bed watching her with a big smile when she woke up next. "Welcome back, Marty."
"I like this new reality of mine very much, Nikki." Marty said and pulled herself to a sitting position across from him.
Nick gasped when his eyes fell on her uncovered legs. "God, Marty. There’s crusted blood all over your thighs and pubic area."
"And just as much on your cock and on the bed. But why the surprise? Isn’t a virgin supposed to bleed profusely while being deflowered by a man with a big cock such as you have?"
"Yeah, I guess so. And there’s dried semen all over, too."
"Goes with the act of deflowering, after which I bled so much because you tore my poor pussy to shreds."
Nick looked at the blood-soaked sheets. "It looks like I did much more harm than I should have by just deflowering you."
"That’s because Nina had an unusually thick hymen, that you tore and then kept humping me over and over again after the first time."
"And you responded in kind without hesitation even though it must’ve hurt like hell?"
"I didn’t feel it as much as you’d think I should have because at the time you did it this body still belonged to Nina."
"Who was so involved in her first ever real orgasm that it weakened her mind enough for you to obliterate it?"
"Was that what happened to you with Paul’s mind?"
"Exactly, and probably at the same time that you got rid of Nina’s."
"Did you feel sorry about doing it to him?"
"A little, but the kid was a barely functional human being. Imagine him having to be closely supervised on a simple job of pickle slicing. How did you feel about obliterating Nina’s mind?"
"I actually enjoyed doing her in. Gosh, what a nasty bitch she was."
"So we both responded ardently to our first lovemaking experience in this reality, just as we did as kids. But did I hurt you badly afterward?"
"It did when Paul opened Nina up. Didn’t you hear her howl painfully at the moment you’d slammed your cock into her pussy the first time and tore her hymen to bits? And then it hurt me almost as much during the next few times."
"I didn’t hear a thing or else I would’ve been gentler."
"Like hell you would’ve. Like in Minos, you were my dominant male and I your eligible female to be treated with customary brute force." Marty winced suddenly. "Which is beginning to hurt all over my groin pretty badly now."
"You could’ve easily pushed me away if I was hurting you that much."
"True, but had you been able to hear me you would’ve realized from my satisfied growls that despite my pain I was fulfilling my newly acquired wish to become a fully fledged woman rather than a four-legged filly."
"And a gorgeous one at that. So you felt like being made love to by me right from the start?"
"Sure, the moment you'd raised my veil. But never mind it right now because I must sooth my aching, torn flesh by taking a long soak in the tub."
"Good idea, but shower first to wash the blood and cum off, and fill the tub with tepid water or it’ll burn like hell. Now go take care of yourself while I get us some coffee and smokes."
"The sheets and the mattress cover are all ruined, you know."
Nick smiled. "Covered with the blood of the innocent?"
"Who is no longer so, I’m afraid. Okay, I better go to the bathroom."
Five minutes later Nick returned and handed Marty a steaming cup of coffee and a lighted cigarette. "Feeling better?"
"Thanks for the coffee and the smoke. As to my pain, it hurts but not as much any more now that I’ve been soaking myself. Still, the real pain is in the muscles all over my body."
"Same here so I’d like to join you after I take a quick shower."
When he came back after showering Nick was surprised when he found that Marty had turned the Jacuzzi to maximum and raised the water temperature quite high. "Doesn’t bother you that the water’s so hot?"
"Not between my legs any more, and the hot water is doing wonders for my poor, abused body."
"For me, too…." Nick stopped and gave her a strange look.
"What is it, Nikki? You look kind of disturbed."
"I am. It suddenly occurred to me that with these two healthy young bodies of ours there’s a good chance that making love so many times without protection you may have conceived. Particularly if you’re in the fertile time of your cycle."
"You mean like it happened to me on Minos? No chance for it because from her conversations with her mother Nina had timed the wedding for two days after her period was finished because she had no intention of getting pregnant, so no need to worry about it. As to my position on the matter, I’m going to instruct my mind to block my tubes as soon as I find out how to do it."
"I’m relieved to hear that."
Marty burst into laughter. "Bullshit. You would’ve loved getting me pregnant for the second time, big and strong man that you’ve become. Wouldn’t you?"
"The idea did cross my mind that I’d like that, but it would be a disaster for us to have it happen at this point since we’d be totally unprepared for such event."
"Yeah, that could be terrible with me waddling around with my big belly."
"I doubt any woman is really prepared for the process, but I’m happy to know about Nina making sure that it wouldn’t happen right away."
They contemplated their new reality as humans again silently for a while before Marty grinned and said. "Aside from having you open my feminine sexual petals so skillfully, today was the most marvelous lovemaking experience of my whole life."
"Experiences, like in plural and for hours. I feel the same way you do, I’m quite happy to say."
"I hope this was just the beginning of our new pleasure trip, which I’d like us to continue having forever."
"We will, Marty. I promise you that because of how much I love you."
"There’s more to our delight at having found each other again, that has nothing much to do with love."
"What is it?"
"Lust, Nikki. Pure, unadulterated lust unlike anything that we’d felt in the old days and on Minos."
"All of which weren’t too shabby."
"Bet your ass they were."
"Yes, and we started our new special relationship in a way that we had never experienced before—with an intensity and ferocity the likes of which we had ever displayed toward each other in the past."
"Did you mind that we did? I mean about me treating you so savagely?"
"On the contrary. I guess you made love to me in a way that you had always wished that I would have done to you, but had never expressed it."
"well, we didn't talk much about it when we were human before because in our youth it was a different kind of environment. I don't mean that we were prudes but the times were that way."
"They sure were, but you we didn't talking about sex when we were big and four legged."
"Which was another totally different setting, as is this one."
"I quite appreciate all our phases of development, you know."
"Indeed I do." Nick agreed, then was, distracted when Marty shifted position in the tub, exclaiming. "Gosh, that’s quite an enticing sight."
"What is?"
"The way your breasts bob on top of the water when you move."
"My bobbing boobs? Yeah, I felt them floating and my first thought was that it’s a very strange sensation the way they’re suspended in the water, which never happened the last time I was a female."
"That's because we were so big that half our bodies stuck out above water. The fact is, though, that these are quite unusual looking despite their big size, particularly the huge, milky-white with almost black areolas and nipples against your tan skin."
"Must be Nina’s Cuban genes’ mixed in with her German heritage."
"They’re really gorgeous, Marty."
"Yours were just as great, Nikki, although in a totally different way."
"But they were tiny, unlike yours, which are awesome and fit so well with your perfect new body."
"Thanks for the compliment but to my mind yours were terribly sexy as well so let’s not play a comparison game."
"Sorry, Marty, you’re right of course. On another subject, did you know that in some countries even to this very day, they hang the bloody sheets outside the bedroom window to show that the bride was a virgin when her virile groom popped her cherry?"
"Is that what you consider us to be, a bride and groom?"
"That’s a silly thing to ask because we’ve been that for fifty years and, regardless of who possesses the cock or pussy between us, we will always be as one—till death do us part."
"A vow that we’d renewed last night even if unknowingly. I like that we did, though, which in our circumstances is going to last for a very long time."
"Forever, actually. Any regrets?"
"None whatsoever, but what’s really amazing me is the fact that we act so nonchalantly about becoming young again and living forever, let alone having switched genders. Any one of these factors could or should have unhinged us, you know."
"Or having spent a while as near horses. It would’ve had we been normal human beings, which we aren’t, not with the kind of minds that we possess."
Chapter 5
"You ready for some serious sustenance?" Marty asked as they dried themselves.
"I sure am, so let’s get out of here as quickly as we can before anyone shows up here and tries to be friendly."
"Oh, shit." Marty exclaimed when they entered the bedroom. "We’re a bit late because someone was here while we were in the tub. And not only that, but our bloody sheets had been removed."
Nick burst into laughter. "To be hung up somewhere so it’ll prove that you were a virgin?"
"Very possible considering the old crone living in the big house. It must have pissed her because according to Nina she’d hoped to find something here that would justify annulling our marriage."
"Seriously?"
"I’m sure of it. Anyway, let’s get out of here."
"What’s the rush, Marty?"
"We got a few things to take care of urgently."
"Such as?"
"First and foremost is to prevent Paul’s cousin from cheating you out of your inheritance." When Nick’s eyebrows rose, she explained about the hold on the trust fund that Nina and Paul were owed by his cousin George Butin at the bank that his father owned.
"The miserable thieving son of a bitch. Are you sure of it?"
"That’s what it shows on the document he’d given Nina."
"Why would he be so stupid as to put it on paper?"
"To protect himself in case it comes out, showing that not only did he explain it to the two dumb ignoramuses, but that he also put it in writing."
"Makes sense that he would do that."
"D’you have all the trust papers handy?"
"Yes, in my suitcase. You want to see them?"
"Definitely. I’ll scan it while you drive us to breakfast somewhere on the way to downtown Miami where the bank’s located."
"Good. Then we better get going. But what should we wear, especially you?"
Marty giggled, which surprised her the way it came out. "Oh, shit, I sounded like a silly ninny."
"Not really so because, after all, you're a girl now and girls react that way to certain things. I used to giggle if you remember, whenever either of us said or did something silly and you never thought I was a ninny."
"Very true. I actually used to think you were cute whenever you burst into giggles."
"And I thought you were just now, especially when your breasts jiggled in a very sexy way. So why did you giggle?"
"Because the idea of wearing a dress with a bra and panties under it seems utterly ridiculous to me, who a week ago it would've been impossible and before that it would've been considered real sick had the thought crossed my mind that I should. And here I am, a broad with big tits that, as you just pointed out, has big tits that tend to jiggle."
"I see and understand. So are you going to wear a dress?"
"Not right now because I’m afraid that it’ll be too much for me to wear one at this point. Besides, it seems quite hot outside so shorts, halter, and sandals will be quite appropriate wear for today."
"Good idea, so I’ll dress the same except for a T-shirt instead of a halter like I used to wear in the past."