Villawood Montana, 1959

Sam was dressed in a red satin bustier trimmed with black lace and garters which were attached to sheer black fully-fashioned black stockings. She wore matching red satin panties and black high heels. Over this ensemble she wore a long black transparent robe. Her makeup was heavy but perfect: black eyeliner and mascara to accentuate her emerald green eyes, a dusting of rouge to accent her cheekbones and bright red lipstick to highlight her full red lips. She was waiting for Bill Brody to visit her as he did every afternoon when he finished work.

Sam was diminutive in stature but blessed with long legs and rounded buttocks, her beautiful face framed by a brunette pixie-cut which was growing out into a shag bob. Her stature and movements were graceful and feminine. She’d been practicing them for months and they now came naturally. She had stopped thinking about herself in the male context completely. Samuel Steele, her alter ego, had been left behind in a prison cell in the United States Disciplinary Barracks Fort Leavenworth.

The beautiful butterfly that was Samantha Steele had burst from her cocoon a little over three months ago when Staff Sergeant William Brody, the self-appointed Company Commander of the little town of Villawood, signed an edict ordering Samantha Steele and Wendy Meakins to live full-time as women and to provide comfort to the other four occupants of the town.

Most of that comfort came in the form of sexual services but the women also provided companionship and even entertainment. Wendy Meakins services were made available to Private Dale Snitterman, who was the cook, Senior Airman Buddy Flintock, the engineer and Seaman Victor Benning, the electrician. Airman Samantha Steele was the nurse practitioner and the sole property of Bill Brody.

This bizarre situation was brought about by Colonel Johnathan Flagg who was conducting a study as to how men would behave if they were totally cut off from the outside world for an extended period of time. Would the rank structure remain? Would good order and discipline prevail or would anarchy reign?

So far, with the exception of two of the subjects being initially forced, then willingly changing their genders so the men had female companionship, the experiment was going well.

Samantha had become quite content with her life. In prison she was forced to work long hours and confined to a cold bleak cell, under constant threat of intimidation by the other inmates and the corrections officers. Here in Villawood life was easy. She conducted and compiled the weekly health checks required for the study and collated the psychological reports the subjects were required to complete each fortnight. She also tended to cuts, colds and runny noses and made sure the men kept themselves fit and healthy. She had her own home, ate her meals at the Cobalt Café and had drinks and provided entertainment at the Copperlode Bar in the evenings.

She recalled playing dressup as girl when she was younger but didn’t recall a compunction to dress in women’s clothing although she liked women’s fashion and had a fetish for lingerie and nylon stockings. Maybe she had supressed the feelings of femininity that she now felt; who knew? She didn’t try to psychoanalyse herself, she just acknowledged that she totally accepted and enjoyed living as a woman and had no compunction whatsoever to present as male even if free to do so.

Her relationship with Bill Brody was complicated because Bill Brody was complicated. There was no doubt that Bill Brody desired her and wanted her. He used Sam sexually daily, often twice daily. When he was particularly concupiscent he would visit her at the infirmary during the day and gratify himself or have Sam report to his office for a little dalliance.

He complimented her, he was very passionate and often tender with her and she could propose that he even adored her, after all he kept her for himself. But after sex he became broody and distant and at times could be cruel. Sam liked the sex although at first she had been reticent and then surprised at her response but those first few times sex had been forced upon her.

She liked the sex as much for the pleasure it gave her as for the closeness she felt when she and Bill were making love. She didn’t want to feel lonely. Her family had disowned her when she was sent to Leavenworth and she had no one else, so she forgave Bill his transgressions and was content with what she had. Bill’s tastes were eclectic and sex wasn’t always penetrative. He liked being fellated and was sometimes content to climax through masturbation. He particularly liked to rub his penis on her ass while she was wearing transparent nylon panties and Sam didn’t mind one bit. Whatever form of gratification Bill demanded, Sam usually achieved climax along with him.

Sam guessed that Bill’s post coital regret was due to guilt, because he hadn't fully reconciled to himself with Sam’s gender. Yes she was not completely a woman, her physiology was a little different; the term transgendered had not yet been coined but that’s what Sam was for all intents and purposes and Bill had no problem with that most of time except after sex.

He treated Sam like she was his special lady, but after sex he developed self-loathing and he took it out on Sam. When she was naughty or disobedient Bill used his belt on her. Sometimes she was deliberately defiant and although she found the consequences repellent, she took a form of sick debauched pleasure from them, although she wouldn't admit this to anyone including herself. She liked it when Bill was controlling. It was another part of her psyche that she didn’t psychoanalyse.

There was a knock on the door and Bill Brody entered still wearing his faded fatigues. Everyone else in Villawood wore civilian clothing at all times but Bill insisted on wearing uniform when at work.

Sam greeted him and kissed him and he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, his hands drifting to her ripe buttocks which he squeezed and Sam squealed like a schoolgirl. She took his hand and led him upstairs to her bedroom, Bill fondling her ass the whole way up. She undressed him and led him to the bed.

The room was bright and breezy with fresh cut flowers in a vase. Her vanity was strewn with cosmetics, jars of makeup sponges, brushes, perfumes and other girly gewgaws. Three wigs: blonde, redhead, and glossy black were arranged on wig stands because sometimes she liked to look different and Bill liked her blonde when the mood took him. The bed was made with satin sheets and covered by a pink brocaded comforter with a stack of matching pillows. The bedroom smelled of perfume, powder, soap and potpourri, even the drapery was pink with ivory lace sheers. The room screamed femininity.

Bill lowered Sam onto the bed and lay down on top of her, kissing her and stroking her face, telling her how beautiful she was. His hard cock was pressed against her belly and Sam was delighted. She loved the feel of Bill’s hard muscled body pressing on hers, she loved the manly scent of him, she loved looking up into his ice-blue eyes set in his tanned handsome face. His body was lean and rangy, his teeth white and his sandy hair clean and combed until she tousled it. He rolled off her so they were lying side by side.

“It’s good to have you here again darling,” she said sweetly.

Sam’s voice had always had a falsetto quality and she had trained it to inflect a softness and a lighter articulatory intensity so that it sounded naturally feminine.

“Where else would I go?” Bill brushed the hair out of Sam’s eyes and kissed the tip of her nose.

Sam liked the small talk before they got into the heavy petting and sex. To her it validated her relationship with Bill even though she knew that he had come here solely for the sex. If she was to be a comfort woman then she wanted to comfort Bill in all ways possible.

“Busy day?” she asked, knowing that the townsfolk of Villawood were seldom busy except for the engineers.

“Flagg wanted more data. He wants more in-depth personnel reports because some of the diaries are conflicting. I think he might be thinking of wrapping up the study,” Bill stroked Sam’s cheek.

“So soon? It’s a strange thing to say but I like it here. I like my life. I like what we have,” Sam’s brow furrowed.

“What do we have Sam? You're my comfort woman. It’s not like we have anything like a conventional relationship,” Bill sighed.

“Why do you talk to me like that Bill?” Sam sounded wounded.

“Let’s not spoil the afternoon. Let’s enjoy ourselves,” Bill kissed her and Sam forgot about what they had been talking about as his tongue entered her mouth and his hand went to her thigh.

Bill knew that stroking Sam’s stocking-sheathed legs drove her wild and he caressed her silky thighs and then the creamy white flesh above her stocking tops. Sam reached for Bill’s penis and stroked it to full tumescence. She loved the feel of the sleek, veiny shaft and the velvety glans. It felt powerful and provocative. Bill’s fingers working on her legs were having the desired results and Sam squeezed his cock and wriggled her tongue in his mouth.

Bill’s fingers strayed to her satin panties. He loved the feel of the garment and particularly liked the way they clung to her buttocks. When Sam was tucked he liked to stroke the front of them too but he never went anywhere near her penis. He enjoyed every part of Sam’s body, even her miniscule breasts but was careful to never deliberately touch her cock.

They kissed and fondled each other until Sam could tell Bill was ready. He reached for the tube of K-Y Jelly that Sam kept on her nightstand. Bill also kept a tube in his pants in case he felt like springing himself on Sam unannounced.

He kissed her again and handed her tube. It was part of the ritual, a way of imposing his dominance over her. She dutifully uncapped the lubricant and smeared a dollop along his hard penis. She knew exactly how much to use to ensure she felt no discomfort but ensured she got the full benefit of Bill’s large cock in her tight anus. She enjoyed rubbing the lotion into Bill’s flesh and Bill did too by the look on his face as she did so.

She put her mouth on his and gave him a long lingering kiss as he climbed aboard her. She lifted her legs up high so that Bill could see her shapely buttocks encased in the satin panties.

“Open your panties,” Bill said; his mouth dry.

The ritual continued. His dominance established as Sam pulled the gusset of her shiny red panties aside, exposing her pink winkle.

“You know where it goes,” Bill whispered, his dominion over her unfailing.

Sam liked being subservient to Bill. She worshipped his power and his manliness. She took his cock and guided it to her puckered furrow. She nestled it in her sphincter and smiled up at him.

“Fuck me Bill,” she whispered and put her arms around his neck and raised her head off the pillow to kiss him. As his steely shaft pierced her rectum she let out a gasp. It was always a little uncomfortable at first but as Bill eased more of himself into her the pain turned to deep fulfilling fullness. As he did so Sam wrapped her silken-shrouded legs around his body and pulled him close.

Their prolonged kiss became progressively more passionate as Bill lay on top of her, content to feel his cock deep inside her, her anus girding his penis, holding it tight, rippling occasionally, a trick Sam had taught herself. He delighted in the feel of her lips on his, her tongue in his mouth, his body bearing down on her satin-sheathed torso, the feel of her stockings on his tender flash as she rubbed her legs on his flanks.

Bill could come like this. Just lying on top of her with his cock buried deep in her ass and Sam could too. Her cock was lying along her belly held in place by her panties, Bill’s hard belly pressing on it, rubbing it when he moved.

But not today. Today Bill was in the mood for a good fucking and so was Sam.

She spurned him on as he began to slowly thrust his cock in and out of her anus. Sam whimpered and writhed beneath him as his cock wrested circlets of pleasure from her sphincter and produced a delightful deep warm throbbing from her prostate.

“Fuck me Bill. Fuck me hard,” Sam groaned.

Sam was careful how she spoke when they made love. Sometimes he wanted her to be demure and sometimes he wanted her to be a slattern. It was obvious what Bill wanted today.

Sam held him tighter with her silky legs and scratched his back with her heels. She raised her buttocks up off the bed to meet his thrusts because she knew this encouraged him, which it did. He pushed her down into the bed and fucked her hard and fast. His cock hammering in and out of her anus was causing her incredible rapture and his belly pressing on her pantied cock caused her cock to shudder and dribble precum as she got closer to her orgasm.

Sam’s rectum was a tight slippery sheath and Bill loved driving his hard cock in and out of it. Her anus clung to his cock and encircled it with her tight anal muscles, kneading his phallus, causing it to leak copious amounts of pre-ejaculate. Bill mushed his lips against Sam’s and pawed at her as she writhed beneath him like a whore.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Sam squealed as she felt Bill’s cock balloon inside her, swelling and quivering as he ejaculated.

Sam was overcome with passion as she flooded her panties. She clung to Bill, kissing him, driving her body into him, scratching and biting as a paroxysm of intense pleasure coursed through her body. Bill felt her anus spasming, milking him of every drop of his warm musky seed. Her arms around his body, her silken-sheathed legs scissoring on his flesh, her mouth sucking on his escalated his delight to a new high. Bill could feel her warm issue on his belly and he knew that she had come too.

Utterly exhausted he fell on top of her and Sam lightly circled her arms and legs around him to comfort him. She nuzzled his neck and tousled his sweaty hair and whispered that she felt contented and happy whenever he was with her.

Bill listed to her endearments and enjoyed lying on top of her, his muscled body protective of her diminutive form. He liked how she nuzzled his neck, stroked his cheek and tousled his hair. He loved the smell of her, the feel of her, the sight of her. He loved everything about her except he couldn’t get over the feeling of her cock on his body. He could feel it though her panties slowly deflating, he could feel her semen on his belly and it repulsed him.

Bill didn’t mind that she orgasmed; in fact he wanted her to. He delighted in pleasuring her and right up until he climaxed. He didn’t even care that she had the same equipment as him in her panties but afterwards a fog of guilt descended on him. Had he committed another mortal sin? Bill was not religious but the way he had been raised, the way he had lived his life, fighting alongside his fellow soldiers, seeing some of them get wounded or die; it built a camaraderie, a masculine bonding. Men were men right? Even though he cherished Samantha Steele more than she would ever know it was just something he couldn’t get over.

As the black fog descended Bill disengaged and climbed off Sam and picked up his skivvies and made his way down to the bathroom where he took a long hot shower using a hard loofah on his belly, rubbing it raw. He dried himself and padded barefoot back to Sam’s bedroom where the miasma of perfume and potpourri assaulted his nose but lightened his mood a little because it affirmed Sam’s femininity. She had fixed her hair and makeup, changed her panties and put the black translucent robe back on and sat in a chair smoking, as she often did after sex.

There was nothing about this stunning young woman that Bill found repulsive but he knew that she was sitting on a secret and that secret niggled and gnawed at him when his guilt arose and swallowed him. He cleared his mind as best he could and began to dress.

“Some of your medical screenings are overdue,” Bill sat across from her pulling on his boots.

Sam detected his change of mood and it was expected.

“Benning and Flintock have been too busy fixing the backup generator and the transformers after that big lightning storm hit us to come in for their medicals,” Sam explained.

“I don’t want fucking excuses Sam. Flagg wants his data. Get them fucking done ASAP,” he growled.

“Are we dining together tonight Bill?” Sam tried to lighten things.

“You dine with Meakins. I’ll dine with the men. I might catch you at the Copperlode later,” another way to punish Sam was to distance himself from her when in the company of others and deny her affection.

“Ok Bill; I’ll see you at the Copperlode hopefully,” she rose up to kiss him goodbye and Bill deliberately turned away so that her kiss landed on his cheek instead of his mouth.

Sam took the rebuke in good spirits and after seeing Bill to the door she went to take her own shower and dress for dinner.

*****

Villawood Montana, 1959

It was after midnight, dark and cold and everyone in the small mining town of Villawood was snuggled under their blankets fast asleep. Everyone except Dale Snitterman that was.

As he approached the gates in the electric fence surrounding the town a jeep emerged from the shrubbery set back from the fence. The jeep’s lights were extinguished and when the driver was fifty yards from the gate he climbed out of the jeep and made the breaker that deactivated the electricity flowing through the gate.

Specialist Monroe hated touching the fence after he had isolated power to it; how could he be certain? Dale chuckled as he watched Monroe touch the fence gingerly and quickly remove his hand. As if that would stop him being electrocuted if the power was still applied.

Monroe opened the gate and Dale hopped into the jeep and after Monroe had locked the gate and reset the power they drove the three miles down the dusty road to Colonel Flagg’s headquarters. The HQ consisted of half a dozen Quonset huts and an aircraft hangar. A DC-3 was hunkered down in the hangar like a dog sleeping on a kennel. There were lights in one of the Quonset huts and Monroe pulled up next to it. He saluted Dale Snitterman when he hopped out the jeep.

“You don’t need to do that Private and certainly nowhere near Villawood,” Dale snipped.

“Yes sir,” Monroe said and then realised his second gaffe.

Dale Snitterman just shook his head and went into the Quonset hut, saluted Flagg, poured himself some coffee and sat down at a conference table. The Villawood subjects diaries and other paperwork were arranged neatly in front of Flagg who was smoking a cheroot and sipping hot coffee.

“An interesting development wouldn't you say Captain?” Flagg took a big drink of coffee.

“We never envisaged this. We thought there might be some homosexual activity and we knew that Meakins was a fag but who would have guessed Brody would have forced those two to become women,” Dale took out his cigarettes and lit up.

“Well they are the two weakest. Meakins has a history of crossdressing and Steele is effeminate anyway. I just can’t get over how convincing they are,” Dale continued.

“And those boys are fucking em?” Flagg asked very matter-of-factly as if it was nothing.

“Brody requested you provide prostitutes now and then but you refused. The mindset in Villawood is strange. None of those boys knew each other inside Leavenworth, one of the reasons they were selected for the study, but they had all been locked up for at least ten years. Freedom has done strange things to them. They enjoy the freedom they have living in Villawood but they have no female companionship but they are constantly reminded of it,” Dale responded.

“They have no real women so they made their own,” Dale tapped ash into a metal ashtray.

“But are they fucking those women?” Flagg grunted, making little air quotes when he said the word ‘women’.

“They call them comfort women,” Dale replied ambiguously.

“What about you Snitterman? You dipping your wick?” Flagg gave him a sardonic grin.

“With all due respect sir. Firstly, the men don’t know that I’m observing them; they think I’m Private Dale Snitterman the cook. If I dipped my wick as you put it, I would contaminate the experiment. Secondly, I’ve got pussy waiting for me over in that Quonset hut so as realistic and authentic as those women look, I don’t need to,” Dale smiled back at the Colonel.

“What did they say in their diaries?” Dale asked, sipping coffee.

“Flintock and Benning are keeping schtum, Meakins says she’s getting dressed in drag to entertain the troops and teaching Steele how to do it. Brody says he gave permission for the gals to dress up and perform for the men for morale reasons and it’s obvious that Steel’s diary has been tampered with. Brody rewrote it, poorly I might add, saying everything was hunky dory. Is that right?” Flagg asked.

“Brody’s keeping Samantha, that’s what we call her and it’s easier for me to keep referring to Sam and Wendy in the female vernacular so I don’t break character when I return. As I was saying, Brody’s keeping Sam for himself. Wendy is available to the rest of us and Flintock and Benning keep her pretty busy,” Dale explained and Flagg nodded in agreement.

“I think they're jealous that Brody has kept the better of the two women for himself,” Dale went on.

“He spends a lot of time alone with her,” Dale extinguished his cigarette and reached for another.

“We never thought this would happen. We envisaged the men might become belligerent and sit around all day drunk while the town disintegrated. We envisaged they might turn on each other, even kill each other. We envisioned all sorts of scenarios but none where they made the weakest two become women,” Dale shook his head.

“But in some crazy way it’s working. Villawood is well maintained, the men are content, the, ahem, women are content also although I think Sam was reluctant at first. Good order and discipline is maintained. Brody is doing a great job, even if he’s using unconventional means to achieve it,” Dale summed up his report.

“For the life of me I’ve never seen anything like it,” Dale scratched his head.

Flagg picked up a file and tossed it across the desk and Dale picked it up and looked at it. It was marked Top Secret.

“Let me summarise the file for you Captain. In 1952 a navy fighter from USS Essex got separated from his squadron over the North Pacific. The pilot landed on Mirrocau Island in the Western Carolines. It’s a tiny place, uninhabited and long forgotten since the war,” Flagg refilled their coffee and lit up another cheroot.

“He claims his plane was repaired and refuelled by the inhabitants: all Americans, three men and a woman. He suspected there was something strange about the woman, she was very beautiful and feminine but what was a woman doing on an island that had been a forward operating base during the war?”

“The three men were survivors of a wrecked PT boat and they had done well for themselves because the Island had been well provisioned and then abandoned when the war moved on. They didn’t want to leave their idyllic paradise. Two of the men lived together in an open homosexual relationship and the Chief and the woman were living as husband and wife.”

“Before the pilot left, he discovered that the woman was actually a man who was presenting as a very convincing woman. The Chief swore the pilot to secrecy and the pilot agreed; he just wanted off the Island. He crash landed into the sea south Palau when he ran out of fuel but was picked by fisherman and taken to Koror.”

“The pilot was debriefed and interrogated and at first his story was not believed but his story made its way to people who were very interested. My people. We spent quite some time with the pilot hearing how four men had carved out an idyllic paradise for themselves on a deserted island, not wanting to be rescued. Only one of the men became a woman.”+++

“So you're right Captain Snitterman, I never expected this to happen in Villawood, but it’s not unheard of,” Flagg tapped the file and took it back from Dale.

“How much longer Colonel? Are we ready to wrap up the study?” Dale asked, by now thinking of the woman waiting for him in the other Quonset hut.

“We’ve learned a lot but things are stable in Villawood; everyone has what they want so the isolation is tolerable. What we need is to create some tension between the subjects,” Flagg paced the room and Dale thought of the honey-blonde haired woman with the big tits lying in that big warm bed only yards away.

“You said that Steele is the better looking of the two and that Flintock and Benning are jealous?” Flagg ceased pacing.

“They are both convincing and attractive sir. Wendy is a bigger than Samantha but no less feminine but you know what it’s like? When someone has something you can’t have; makes you want it more,” Dale opined.

“What if we poke a stick in the anthill?” Flagg began to smile wickedly.

“What do you mean sir?” Dale was getting anxious.

He had until just before daybreak to ride that pretty woman across the way before he had to return to Villawood unseen by the others. The proximity of Sam and Wendy every day of the week and knowing he access to Wendy if he wanted kept him in a constant state of arousal. Flagg had agreed to fly in Snitterman’s girlfriend once a week so he could fuck her after he had been debriefed.

“Get Flintock and Benning fired up about not being able to access Samantha. Remind them that there is no real rank in Villawood because they are all prisoners. There was grief between Brody and Flintock when they were first put in the pen. Fire that up again and let’s see what happens,” Flagg closed the files in front of him, indicating the meeting was over.

“Dismissed Captain,” Flagg said and Dale Snitterman stood up; anxious to leave.

“One last thing. If you haven’t been utilising the services of the comfort women, you better start doing so otherwise the others will become suspicious. Unfortunately I’ve had to cancel your girlfriend's flight. She won’t be able to come here anymore. National security and all that; I’m sure you understand,” the glint in Flagg’s eyes gave away his deviousness.

As Specialist Monroe drove Dale back to Villawood he cursed Flagg under his breath. Then he began to think about Wendy Meakins and Samantha Steele. ‘Any port in a storm’; as his navy colleagues were want to say.

*****

Villawood Montana, 1959

The four men and two women who constituted the citizenry of Villawood Montana met at the Copperlode bar on Saturday evening for drinks.

As was the custom, Sam and Wendy acted as hostesses and put on a half hour performance for the men. Wendy was an accomplished pianist and singer and Wendy had taught Sam how to hold a note and stand seductively at the microphone. The little show pleased the men who were a little drunk and getting rowdy.

Dale Snitterman, who usually just sat and observed, had for some reason decided he wanted his fair share of Wendy Meakins and Buddy and Victor had to take their turn dancing with her while Bill Brody glided Samantha Steele around the floor whenever the mood took him.

Bill was coming out of his post-coital fugue. He and Sam had spent a long leisurely afternoon in bed and Sam had taken her time teasing Bill with her hands and her mouth and finally Bill had taken her doggy-style on the big bed. The pro with taking Sam doggy-style was that he didn’t have to see her cock and feel her cum on his body when she ejaculated; the con was that he didn’t get to look at her pretty face while he fucked her.

Because he hadn't had to suffer the indignity of wiping Sam’s semen off his belly he had recovered from his post-coital tristesse sooner than usual and was in a good mood. He danced with Sam and paid attention to her and at one stage of the evening had taken her outside and kissed and fondled her and told her he would be taking her home that night.

It was unusual for Bill Brody to escort Sam home in the evening because he was usually still bellicose and broody from their afternoon sex but it was not unheard of. He never stayed the night however. Sam knew that Buddy and Victor took turns staying overnight at Wendy’s house. She was also a little surprised to see that Dale Snitterman intended on taking his ‘conjugal rights’ with Wendy. Previously he appeared to be just an interested observer.

Dale Snitterman whispered something in Wendy’s ear and she disappeared behind the bar and a few minutes later Dale followed. He found her in the alley at the back of the Copperlode waiting for him.

“You’ve never shown an interest in me this way before,” Wendy smiled sweetly as Dale Snitterman pressed himself against her.

Wendy was a little chubbier than his girlfriend but she still felt very soft and feminine and she smelled nice and was very pretty. Dale had drunk just enough and was sufficiently horny that he had totally forgotten that Wesley Meakins resided under the makeup, wig, skirt and heels. He knew that Flagg was denying him access to the comfort of his girlfriend in order to encourage him to become sexually engaged with the comfort women but right now Dale didn’t care. He had a ranging hardon caused by the close proximity of Wendy Meakins and he intended to do something about it.

“Well I’m interested now,” Dale leaned in and kissed Wendy full on the lips and she didn’t hesitate to return his kiss.

Dale was a handsome man and was suspiciously intelligent to just be an Army cook. Besides Brody, who was very intimidating, Snitterman was the only man that Wendy enjoyed conversing with. Whilst Buddy and Victor scratched her itch just right in bed, outside of that they were quite boorish.

Wendy slipped her tongue into Dale’s mouth and then she slipped her hand inside Dale’s pants. He was sporting quite a handy erection which Wendy freed from his flies and improved until it was hard.

She didn’t stand on ceremony but got down on her knees on the bar towels she had put in the alley just for this purpose. Buddy or Victor, whichever one was not sleeping in her bed that evening, would usually take Wendy out into the alley for a fuck or a blowjob before she went home and Wendy was good Girl Scout so she was prepared.

In the light of the overhead lamp Dale’s cock was long and smooth. It wasn’t particularly thick but it was clean which was more than could be said of Buddy’s and Victor’s cocks when they forgot to shower.

Dale gasped as Wendy took him her mouth and began to slide her lips along the shaft while she tickled his frenulum with the tip of her tongue. She guessed rightly that he wouldn't last long and she slipped her hand under her skirt and freed her penis from her panties.

Dale had been blown by his girlfriend and countless hookers during his travels with the Army but Wendy was giving him the best blowjob he had ever experienced.

Her mouth was warm and moist, her lips locked around his shaft and she moved her head up and on his quivering cock, her lips were doing something to his glans that was indescribably exotic. He looked down into her pretty painted face, her eyes looking up adoringly under her long dark lashes, her red lipsticked lips clamped around his cock and he could feel his climax building.

Wendy sensed it and she stroked her cock harder and sucked Dale’s cock like a Popsicle. Dale put his hands on her head and plunged his cock in and out of Wendy’s mouth. He blasted the back of her throat with his load and nearly collapsed as his orgasm wracked his body. Wendy gripped his upper thigh and sucked his cock as fast as she could, swallowing his salty spend. Her own cock was tingling as she shot her seed into the gravel.

Wendy was a good girl and she swallowed every drop of Dale’s semen and licked him clean then she put him away and zipped him up. Being a gentleman, Dale waited for Wendy to pat herself dry with a handkerchief, put her cock back in her panties and pull down her skirt before helping her to her feet.

“Don’t know why I waited so long,” Dale smiled at Wendy and surprised her by leaning and kissing her.

Buddy wouldn’t kiss Wendy after he had come in her mouth and neither would Victor until she used mouthwash. Dale didn’t seem to have that problem and he kissed quite earnestly using plenty of tongue. They went back into the Copperlode, Dale stopping at the bar and placing an order for his table with Sam whilst Wendy went to the ladies to get herself properly adjusted and fix her lipstick.

“You tap that?” Victor nodded to the door to the ladies restroom.

“Well I had a need that I had to care of,” Dale said pulling up a chair.

Sam came over and delivered their round. She was wearing a red satin evening gown. It was the only one in the store and Wendy was pissed that she couldn’t fit into it but had to admit that Sam looked stunning in it. It was split at the side and showed off Sam’s long legs, sheathed in the sheerest of stockings, her feet shod in red pumps. The three men ate her with their eyes.

“Don’t forget Buddy and Victor I need to see you at the infirmary tomorrow to conduct your medical screenings. They are overdue and apparently Flagg is getting impatient,” Sam smiled sweetly at the two men, pushing down her resentment at what Victor had done to her in the alley the first time she had presented as Samantha.

When she turned to leave they watched her ass sashay provocatively in the tight smooth red satin that clung to her every curve.

“Why does Brody get to keep that for himself?” Dale picked up his drink and took a pull.

“I got some of that when they first came here workin’ as comfort women. She suck cock pretty good too but I’d dearly like to fuck her,” Victor hissed.

“It’s not really fair. Bill Brody gets to keep the better of the two women to himself and three of us have to share Wendy. Now I’m not complaining about Wendy, she’s pretty enough and what she just did to me out back was divine but wouldn’t it be fairer if we all shared both women,” Dale looked from Buddy to Victor then back to Buddy.

He knew that Buddy had a festering resentment against Bill Brody from the time Bill had beat him when they first arrived and assumed command of the small team of men.

“That cocksucker runs this place like it’s his own private resort. Nobody put him in charge,” Buddy nodded sagely.

“That's right. We’re all inmates until we are released after the study. There isn’t any rank here,” Dale was doing what Flagg wanted him to do: put a stick in the anthill.

“Maybe we just need to show him that he aint no better than the rest of us,” Buddy growled and reached for his drink.

*****

The next day Sam was taking inventory in the dispensary when she heard the front door to the infirmary open and thud of bootsteps on the floor. It was too early in the day for it to be Bill so she assumed it was either Buddy or Victor here for their medical screening.

“Just wait in the treatment room I’ll be right in,” Sam called out.

The bootsteps kept coming and something told Sam that there was something wrong. A shiver ran down her spine as she opened the door to the dispensary a crack and saw both Buddy Flintock and Victor Benning coming down the hallway with determined looks on their faces and bulges in front of their pants. You didn’t need a degree in psychology to know why they were here.

Sam opened the door and bolted down the hallway towards the back door, her high heels skittering on the wooden floor. She silently cursed Bill Brody for making her wear them to work. It made no difference anyway because the back door opened and Dale Snitterman stepped inside and locked the door behind him and stood in front of it with his arms folded and a sneer on his face.

She turned to run the other way and fell straight into the arms of Buddy Flintock who pushed her against the wall and forced a kiss on her while his hands roamed her body. Sam knew that there was no way she could fight off any one of them and being outnumbered three to one she didn’t stand a chance.

She let Buddy kiss her. His breath was stale and tasted of cigarettes and coffee and his coveralls smelled of engine oil and diesel. She could feel his cock pressing on her belly as he pawed at her legs under her skirt. Victor Benning had closed and locked the front door and he joined them, pushing Buddy out of the way, kissing her and tearing open her nurse’s tunic.

“You ain’t got any tits like Wendy does but you’re a lot prettier,” he twisted her nipple and leaned in and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

She remembered what he had done to her in the alley behind the Copperlode and her mind began to spin.

Buddy and Victor took an arm each and dragged Sam into the treatment room pushing her towards the examination table. Dale Snitterman stood at the door content to watch.

“This can go easy or hard on you Sam but you know why we’re here. You’re a comfort woman just like Wendy and we’ve come for some comforting,” Buddy sniggered.

“Bill says I’m exclusive to him,” Sam said indignantly.

“Bill fuckin’ Brody aint here is he?” Buddy Flintock said as he shucked out of his coveralls.

Victor Benning was also undressing.

Sam looked at the three men and saw no compassion. They were going to rape her and it could go easy or it could hard, just as Buddy had said.

“There’s lubricant in the drawer there so make sure you use it. So who’s first?” The bodice of Sam’s tunic had already been ripped open so she stepped out of her pristine white uniform and stood there dressed only in her panties, suspender belt, stockings and heels.

The men took a few seconds to appraise her slim form, long legs and pretty face and then Buddy stepped into her and began to kiss her. Sam didn’t respond but she didn’t resist either. Buddy was rough, kissing her torridly, driving his tongue into her mouth, pawing at her legs and her nipples.

He spun Sam around and he sat down on the examination table facing her and Sam wondered what he was doing but then she felt Victor behind her, his cock poking at her ass through her translucent white nylon panties. He pushed down on Sam’s back and she lowered her head into Buddy’s groin. Buddy guided her face to his cock and when she didn’t open her mouth he slapped her cheek and she got the message.

Sam opened her mouth and suckled Buddy’s hard cock which tasted as bad as his body smelled. Now that her fate was sealed her plan was to get these boys off as quickly as possible and then run for help. She licked and slurped at Buddy’s cock to wash away the stench, almost gagging when she swallowed her spit. She could feel Victor’s cock nestled in the crevice of her ass, he was rubbing it on her panties the way that Bill liked to do.

Sam wriggled her buttocks invitingly, hoping Victor would cum all over her ass and save her the ignominy of penetration. She suckled Buddy’s hard cock and tasted the sweet saltiness of his pre-ejaculate which at least replaced the taste of smegma. She was quite the accomplished fellatrix by now and Buddy flinched when she put a hand on the bottom of his shaft and the other cupped his scrotum expecting Sam to hurt him but she used one hand to hold his cock steady while she licked and sucked it while the other softly stroked his scrotum.

“Good girl Samantha,” Buddy cooed and patted her head.

Sam was hoping the worse of it was over and as soon as Buddy and Victor ejaculated they would leave but then she saw Victor open the steel drawer under the examination table and extract a blue and white tube that she knew to be K-J Jelly and when she felt her panties being lowered and a dollop of the cold slippery lubricant applied to her puckered bud she knew what was coming.

But Victor surprised her. Instead of ramming his steely phallus into her and fucking her hard he slipped a finger inside her anus and began to tickle her. At least that’s what it felt like at first but then when Victor’s finger went all the way inside her and the pad of his fingertip found her prostate she realised what he was doing.

Sam groaned around the mouthful of cock she was slurping as rings of pleasure radiated from her anus as Victor stroked her prostatic gland. She felt her knees give way and she had to grip the rail on the examination table to keep herself from collapsing.

“Easy sugar. You just keep doing what you’re doing there,” Buddy held Sam’s head firmly in his groin.

She continued to suckle Buddy’s cock, extracting more and more precum from it, feeling it quiver and hoping it would soon ejaculate but it just wouldn't. Meanwhile Victor was wriggling his finger in her backside causing ripples of intense pleasure to spread out from her anus. She’d acquired an involuntary erection and Victor surprised her when he reached under her and squeezed it.

“She likes it Buddy,” Victor giggled like a schoolboy.

“I bet she does. She’s sucking on my cock like it’s an all-day sucker,” Buddy chuckled and pushed his cock further into Sam’s mouth.

“It’s a little trick Wendy taught us,” Victor sniggered as he waggled his finger and worked it in out of Sam’s asshole causing her to moan again.

Victor pulled his finger out of Sam and then she felt that he had replaced it with his penis as he gripped her hips and slowly inserted his big black cock deep inside her anus.

Sam gasped but it wasn’t with pain. Victor had manipulated her rectum expertly with his finger and his cock felt all the more better. Sam felt a fullness as ringlets of delight fluttered from her sphincter and an intense throbbing wave of pleasure swelled form deep in her anus and spread through her body. Her nipples hardened and her cock shuddered.

Buddy felt Sam’s lips suckle his shaft, her tongue flickering frantically on his fraenulum and he could hold back no longer. He put Sam in a headlock and fucked her face as his cock exploded in her mouth. Sam tried valiantly to swallow Buddy’s issue as the taste and smell of his sperm combined with the grinding action of Victor’s cock deep in her ass triggered her own orgasm and she began to shake and shimmy which caused Victor to drive his cock all the way inside her and ejaculate.

All three of them were orgasming at the same time, Sam’s semen spattering on the floor as her cock juddered. Ropes of steaming cum hung from her pulsating phallus as it stood firm and throbbing and untouched. Buddy felt an accumulation of sexual gratification swell out from his cock as Sam sucked and licked it, swallowing as much as Buddy’s spunk as she could but some if dribbled down her chin. Victor was thrusting his cock deep inside her anus, his bloated appendage juddering as it ejected stream after stream of warm viscous semen.

Victor held Sam by her hips and Buddy kept her face buried in his groin until they both came down from the peak of their climaxes. Sam had never felt so degraded but also never so sexually fulfilled.

Buddy finally pushed Sam’s face out of his groin, her lipstick smeared and her face glazed with semen. Victor pulled his cock out of her anus and stared at her stretched sphincter with fascination as his spend oozed from her gaping asshole and ran down her thighs, soaking into the welts of her stockings. He let go of her hips and Sam fell to floor, her body still shaking with lust, debauchery, shame and disgust.

When she thought that she could be degraded no further, Dale Snitterman walked over to her. He had watched the performance from the doorway and had been slowly masturbating as the spectacle unfolded. He aimed his cock at Sam’s head and ejaculated. Ropes of steaming jism splashed onto her face and into her hair.

Victor and Buddy laughed as Sam wailed and squirmed on the floor while they pulled up their coveralls. Dale snatched a lock of Sam’s hair and wiped his cock with it before he put it away.

“Tell Brody that you're just a comfort girl and public property,” Buddy poked Sam with the toe of his boot.

“We’ll be back tomorrow to do that medical shit and if we want a blowjob or a fuck while you’re at it you better be ready,” Buddy slammed the door to the examination room closed and Sam heard the men’s footsteps receding down the hallway and then the front door to the infirmary open and close.

She lay on the floor sobbing until she was all cried out and then her fear and loathing turned into conviction and determination. She would not be a victim here. She would tell Brody and he would avenge her and if he didn’t she would tell Flagg what was going on in Villawood and their little utopia would come crumbling down.

Sam regained her composure after she had showered, washed and dried her hair and put on her makeup. Her hatred for Snitterman, Flintock and Benning burned like a ball of fire deep in her belly but she kept her emotions in check. Bill Brody would make things right. He wouldn’t let those men get away with what they had done to her. He might treat her like a chattel but she knew that deep down he harboured genuine affection for her.

She couldn’t put on another nurse’s uniform. It was too soon after the rape. She put on her navy-blue pencil skirt suit and soft cream satin blouse. Under it she wore translucent lace-trimmed full-cut panties and a garter belt clipped to the coffee-coloured welts of her fully-fashioned nylon stockings, the seams running down the back of her legs in dead straight lines.

Dressing professionally, fashionable and tastefully eased her shame and guilt. When she had stepped into her panties she had seen the bruises on her hips where Victor Benning had held her while he fucked her. When she put on her lipstick she recalled Buddy Flintock’s cock ejaculating in her mouth, her lipstick smeared on the shaft of his penis, her face glazed with his come. She had shaken her head to clear it of those vulgar images.

She put on her black high heels snatched up her pocketbook and strode purposely to the town hall, bypassed Wendy Meakins and went straight into Bill Brody’s office and caught him slumbering in his chair behind his desk.

“Those fuckers raped me!” Sam shrieked.

She had resolved not to show any emotion but she broke down and cried as she told Bill what had happened at the infirmary.

“What do you expect me to do?” Bill Brody asked.

Bill was afraid it might come to this. His position as Company Commander was far from legitimate. He had put himself in charge and beaten Buddy Flintock to prove his point but there was no way he could take on three men by himself. Sam and Wendy would be useless in a fight.

“I want you to take revenge. To restore by honour!” Sam was almost screaming.

“What honour Sam? You’re a comfort woman,” Bill twisted his hands in a helpless gesture.

“How can you be so obtuse? Those three men took your woman!” this time Sam did scream.

“My woman?” Bill said without trying to suppress his sarcasm.

“You’re just a convenience Sam. Something to amuse me and satiate my desires,” Bill said coldly.

Sam was gobsmacked. She meant nothing to Bill. She was just his plaything. She really was just his comfort woman.

“I’ll tell Flagg what’s going on here! I’ll bring this whole study down on our heads. He’ll close down Villawood and send us all back to Leavenworth!” Sam said vindictively.

“You’d rather go back to Leavenworth than see out the study and eventually earn your freedom?” Bill rose from behind his desk.

“What freedom? I live like a woman. I feel like a woman. I think like a woman. I don’t think I can ever go back to living as a man but I can’t live here either if those three men are going to use me a plaything,” Sam said sternly but tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“But you were my plaything,” Bill came around from behind his desk.

“Yes but I felt something for you Bill and I’m sure you felt something for me,” Sam could barely make out his face through the tears.

“You're nothing to me Sam. You're just another comfort woman. Now leave my office and go back to work,” Bill brushed past her and opened the door.

Sam left his office crying but she didn’t go back to infirmary. She sat across from the town hall and waited for Bill to leave and then she snuck upstairs back to Bill’s office.

She looked at the telephone only briefly before she snatched up the handset. The telephone was the same colour as her fingernail polish: bright red. It sat on top of a wooden box on the large oak desk. Printed on the box in bold letters were the words For Emergency Use Only. As far as she was concerned this was an emergency.

Sam unclipped the earring from her right earlobe and put the phone to her ear.

“What is the nature of your emergency?” the disembodied voice said.

“This is Airman Samantha Steele… I mean… Samuel Steele. I don’t know where to start… things have gotten out of control here,” she said breathlessly.

“What is the nature of your emergency?” the disembodied voice repeated itself.

We know what happened to Sam: how Bill punished her and how she begged to be allowed to finish him orally because she had been anally raped by Victor Benning only hours before. How Bill hand taken no pity on her and bent her over the desk and when he’d finished with her he’d used his belt on her.

Afterwards she had gone home and tried to reconcile what had happened to her. How could she face any of the men in Villawood ever again? It was no good going to see Wendy and telling her of her plight because Wendy was as bad as the men.

She stayed home, not going to dinner at the Cobalt Café or going to the Copperlode for drinks. Sam knew she would be punished. She guessed the men would get drunk and come looking for her. Her heart sank at the thought of it and fell even further when she heard Bill Brody’s jeep pull up in her driveway.

She sat in the chair listening to his footsteps on the porch, a feeling of dread descending on her when he opened the door.

Bill entered carrying two suitcases. His face was bloody and bruised; one eye almost closed shut and the cheek below it swollen. His clothes were torn and she could see more bruises and scratches on his chest.

“What happened to you?” despite her vow to hate Bill Brody she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

“You should see the other guy,” Bill tried to crack a joke but he winced because it hurt to smile.

“Snitterman sat it out like the coward he is but Flintock and Benning nearly got the better of me. It was close but I beat them both. Wendy has taken them to infirmary to fix them up,” Bill dropped his suitcases on the floor.

“What’s in those,” Sam pointed an accusatory finger at the two suitcases, brand new from the Excelsior Department Store.

“My personal belongings. You have too much stuff to lug to my place so it’s easier for me to move in here. You might have to move a few things around in your bedroom so I can hang up my stuff and give at least one drawer,” Bill said matter-of-factly.

“Who says you're sleeping in my bedroom?” Sam said defiantly, hands on hips.

“I do. How else am I going to keep my woman safe? Besides, despite your nagging you’ve kinda grown on me,” Bill limped over and put his hands on Sam’s shoulders.

“But I’m just your comfort woman,” Sam refused to kiss him as much as she wanted to.

“You're no one’s comfort woman. You’re my woman and mine only,” Bill’s lips were cut and bruised but he kissed Sam anyway and after a moment’s hesitation she returned the kiss.

“I’ll bring your bags upstairs. Go and shower so I can see what needs to be fixed,” She patted Bill on the shoulder and kissed his uninjured cheek.

Sam heard the water running in the shower as she lugged Bill’s suitcases up to her room one at a time. Her head was still spinning. Bill had defended her honour and fought with Buddy Flintock and Victor Benning. Dale Snitterman proved to be the coward she had always suspected he was; always hanging around the edges but never getting fully involved. Even when the three of them come to the infirmary to rape her, Snitterman hadn't really fully participated.

But had she heard Bill correctly? Was he really moving in with her? Was he going to sleep in this room or in one of the two spare bedrooms? She opened a suitcase and searched for something for Bill to wear when he came of the shower and she found a shave coat. She laid it on the bed with clean underwear and then went and fetched her little home first aid kit.

Bill came out of the bathroom, a miasma of steam following him down the hallway as he padded towards her. He was wearing only a towel and she couldn’t help but admire his body. She seldom got to see it because despite their intimacy Bill usually undressed or she undressed him and then they immediately hopped right onto the bed and Bill was never one to linger after sex.

Even with his beat-up face you she could tell that Bill was handsome with his ice-blue eyes set in a tanned handsome face. She patted the bed beside her and Bill sat down on it, his weight shifting the bedding like it had a hundred times before, but this time it was different.

Sam examined his face first and dabbed at the cuts on his cheek with antiseptic. Bill didn’t cry out but he winced at the sting. There wasn’t much she could do about his eye socket but the eye itself was uninjured and the wound would heal itself. She applied some gauze bandages to the scrapes and cuts on his chest after sterilising them and Bill sat silently and unmoving while she do so.

“I’m just going to dab your lips Bill and it might sting,” Sam whispered as she poured antiseptic on a cotton ball.

Bill had been staring at Sam’s perfect face framed by her brunette shag, dark eye makeup enhancing her ice-green eyes, those fine cheekbones enhanced by a little rouge, those full pouty lips defined by her red lipstick. How could he have ever been cruel to this beautiful feminine woman? Yes she was different but up until today Bill had never realised it was that difference that fascinated him.

“Bill, are you ok?” Sam was disturbed by his silence.

Maybe he was concussed?

Bill reached out and pushed aside the hand holding the cotton ball and leaned in and kissed Sam full on the lips. The kiss surprised Sam, it was soft and tender and she figured that Bill was kissing her softly because lips were cut and bruised.

“Stop fussing and come to bed,” Bill whispered.

Sam stroked his chest, her fingers lingering on the battle scars. Two bullet wounds near his shoulder and a bayonet scar on his right hip. These were scars of honour and as far as Sam was concerned the fresh wounds on his face and body were also scars of honour.

Bill pulled Sam down on the bed and she put her head on his chest and Bill ran his fingers through her hair. He wasn’t patting her like a good dog like he did after she had fellated him, she could feel the genuine affection.

“Get undressed,” Bill whispered.

Bill got under the covers and watched Sam kick off her heels take off her dress. She slipped into a pink satin chemise, the same colour and material as her panties. Her flesh-toned stocking she kept on because she knew that Bill like for her to wear them during sex. She turned out the lights and Bill lifted the covers and she slid in beside him.

This was strange. She had never been under the covers with Bill before. He fucked her on top of the bed on a coverlet that she kept just for that purpose. When Bill pulled her in close she slipped easily into his arms, her little body contoured to his perfectly. He kissed her softly and stroked her hair, gazing into her eyes illuminated by the starlight though the open window.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“For what?” Sam was genuinely surprised because Bill didn’t apologise for anything.

“For everything Sam. For the way I’ve treated you. Using you and then casting you aside with no consideration for your feelings,” Bill sighed.

“But I am your comfort woman Bill. Isn’t that what you were supposed to do?” Sam stroked his uninjured cheek and smiled at him, almost breaking his heart.

“I should have cherished you, not abused you. It wasn’t until today that I realised what I had. It wasn’t until today that I realised how special you are and how undeserving I am,” Bill squeezed her gently and kissed the tip of her nose.

Sam just sighed contentedly and wondered if she was dreaming and if the real William Brody would return tomorrow.

“Do you mind if we just cuddle until we fall asleep. I’m too tired to do anything else,” Bill murmured and Sam nodded her consent.

She was surprised that Bill had asked her but Bill was full of surprises tonight.

“Sure Bill. We’ll just cuddle,” Sam sighed and snuggled up even closer to him if that were possible.

His hard body smelled of soap and Old Spice and his breath sweet with Listerine and with his arms encircling her Sam’s body fitted perfectly into his. Bill was inhaling Sam’s scent, the feel of her body was comforting and delightful. Whenever she moved her satin chemise and nylon stockings tickled his bare flesh and despite his declaration that he just wanted to cuddle, Bill’s cock slowly came to life.

Sam could feel it pressing on her belly through the chemise. She could feel the power of it. It was animated with raw sexual energy. Despite her best efforts Sam began to become erect too and she was soon fully engorged and concupiscent. She could feel it pressing against Bill’s leg through her satin panties and she knew it would enrage him. It would spoil the illusion.

“I’m sorry Bill. Let me roll over,” Sam began to untangle herself from Bill’s embrace.

Her intent was to spoon for him so he could rub his cock on her ass if he wanted and not be annoyed and displeased by her penis but Bill wouldn’t let her.

“Where do you think you're going?” Bill held her tight.

“I know you don’t like it,” Sam whispered.

“You mean this?” Bill slipped his hand between her legs and squeezed Sam’s penis through her panties, causing her to gasp.

“It’s part of you Sam. It’s a part of you that gives you pleasure and I shouldn’t deny you that,” Bill began to stroke Sam’s cock through her panties and she whimpered.

“Stop Bill or I’ll make a mess and you hate that,” Sam was almost crying.

“Shut up Sam,” Bill whispered tenderly and nipped her earlobe.

He kissed her passionately and adjusted himself so that his cock was pressing hers, only the delicate fabric of her panties between their turgid flesh. Bill ground his cock on hers as he slipped his tongue into Sam’s mouth and Sam gasped and flooded her panties as the most erotic orgasm she had ever experienced washed over her.

Bill gasped into her mouth and climaxed with her, his scalding semen saturating her panties as their seed comingled. Sam had a stocking-sheathed leg around his thigh and she pulled him closer with it and held him there as her fingernails traced soft furrows down his back. They breathed each other’s air, their bodies locked together shuddering, holding each other tight as their cocks rubbed together, jittering and juddering as they spurted their issue, saturating Sam’s panties.

Bill hadn't experienced anything so rapturous. He thought he would be disgusted by it but the tenderness of their embrace, the shared delight in their closeness and consideration for each other was overwhelming.

They kissed and cuddled and mewed and sighed, neither of them uttering an intelligent phrase but both understanding what the other was saying. They fell asleep like that, comforted in each other’s arms.

When Sam awoke the next morning she thought that she had dreamed it all but she was still in the warm embrace of William Brody who was already awake and staring at her.

“What? Do I have booger or something?” Sam said with alarm.

“No darling, I am just continually amazed at how beautiful you are,” Bill smiled sweetly at her.

“With my mussed up makeup and bedhair,” Sam wrinkled her nose.

“Yes even with your mussed up makeup and bedhair,” Bill kissed the tip of her nose.

They both had nocturnal penile tumescence and their cocks were pressed together through Sam’s sticky panties.

“What should we do about this,” Sam snaked a hand down to their groins and squeezed Bill’s erection.

“I think you know Sam,” Bill grinned at her.

Sam leaned over and mooched in the top drawer of the bedside table and found the tube of K-Y Jelly and she began to uncap it.

“Give me that,” Bill took it from her.

He was breaking the ritual. It was Sam’s job to lubricate both him and herself before coitus.

Bill climbed on top of Sam and smeared a good amount of lubricant into the crevice between her buttocks and then he surprised her and freed her cock from her panties and worked some the lubricant into her fully erect penis. At the same time he slipped a finger into her anus and slowly worked it, kissing her passionately.

Sam was delighted as much as she was surprised at Bill’s attentions to her. She reached for his manhood and stroked it until it was fully erect and then she wriggled around until she got herself positioned just right and removed Bill’s finger from her anus and replaced it with his cock.

It pressed on her sphincter and Bill hesitated, staring down at her; gazing rapturously into her green eyes. She stared back at him with adoration.

“I love you Samantha,” Bill whispered as he slid himself all the way inside her.

Sam began to cry tears of joy as she wrapped her legs around Bill and held him close, feeling his heart beat against hers as they made love.

*****

“Well I poked a stick in the anthill,” Dale Snitterman said as he sat facing Colonel Johnathan Flagg who was turning out the drawers of his desk and throwing the contents into boxes marked Top Secret.

“Well that's all well and good Captain and you can write me a full report when we get back to Washington,” Flagg was predisposed, throwing files and notebooks into the boxes.

“Put on your Captain’s uniform and tell the men in Villawood to parade in the town hall conference room at zero eight hundred tomorrow,” Flagg said distractedly.

“What’s going on sir?” Snitterman asked.

“They’re pulling the plug on the study. They say we have everything we need and it’s time to move on. The DoD is selling Villawood back to the Excelsior Mining Company and their mining lease has been reinstated,” Flagg said.

“It was an interesting study but we have to move on to other things. Don’t just stand there. Get into uniform and get your ass back to Villawood. Make sure you get their diaries and anything else to do with the study,” Flagg growled.

“What about Sam and Wendy sir? Should they parade in uniform too?” Snitterman asked waiting to be rebuked.

“As of tomorrow they are all free men. I don’t care if they want to dress as the tin man, the lion, the scarecrow or fucking Dorothy so long as they abide by the official secrets act,” Flagg said dismissively.

*****

The deal struck with the prisoners by Colonel Flagg and endorsed by the DoD was that Staff Sergeant William Brody, Airman Samuel Steele, Petty Officer Wesley Meakins, Senior Airman Buddy Flintock and Seaman Victor Benning would all have their sentences commuted, their criminal records expunged, their ranks reinstated and they would be granted honourable discharges.

The provisos being that they signed a document swearing them to secrecy regarding their participation in the ‘Villawood Study’ as all the files associated with the experiment were marked. There was also the opportunity for them to have their names changed and to enter witness protection if they so desired so they could literally disappear and forget their crimes, their punishment and imprisonment and their association with the Villawood Study.

The five subjects were rankled that Snitterman had lived amongst them as a spy but thoughts of freedom overcame their anger as they sat in the conference room and Flagg explained to them that the Study was complete and that they were free to undertake the terms of their release.

Flagg couldn’t help starring at Samantha Steele and Wendy Meakins who had turned up dressed in matching grey skirted business suits for the solemn occasion. He saw not a vestige of the Airman or the Petty Officer. The others were dressed in their faded but clean fatigues. The animosity between Brody and Flintock and Benning was palpable but moot now that they were all moving on with their lives. All three men bore cuts and bruises from their fight.

“The DC-3 will be leaving at 2000 hours so have your shit packed up and cleared away. The cleaners will be in tomorrow to return the town back to how it was before you all moved in and remove any evidence that you were here. Questions?” Flagg went from face to face and no one had any.

That was until the parade was dismissed.

Sam sat in her chair wondering what the future would hold for her. Under the terms of her release she could ask for her identity to be changed and she could disappear into a big city or a small town and live full time as a woman if she so desired but what about Bill? She hadn't had time to ask him what he was going to do before he followed Flagg into the Company Commander’s office.

When Flagg and Snitterman finally left the town hall leaving Sam and Bill alone she went into the office where so many times Bill had bent her over that big desk.

“What did you want with Flagg?” Sam asked.

She lazily circled the binder containing the Villawood Rules & Regulations on the wooden desktop.

“I asked him if he could negotiate a deal with Excelsior Mining. As well as miners they're going to need a sheriff and a nurse practitioner,” Bill lit up two cigarettes and offered one to Sam.

“What did he say?” Sam’s interest was piqued.

“Said it was as good as done,” Bill smiled.

“That’s if you want that of course. They’d issue you a new identity and I would trade in my sergeant’s stripes for a sheriff’s badge,” Bill said, searching Sam’s eyes for a response.

“And I would legally be Samantha Steele?” Sam said expectantly.

Bill nodded.

“Ok,” Sam said softly but inside she was shaking and her head was spinning.

She was so nervous that she dropped the Villawood Rules & Regulations folder on the floor and the pages spilled out.

They were all blank except for the tile page.

Bill gave her mischievous smile and shrugged his shoulders.

He held out his hand and Sam took it and they walked slowly back to Sam’s house.

“So I am Samantha Steele from now on. I like the sound of that,” she squeezed Bills’ fingers.

“No. I told them to change your identity to Samantha Brody,” Bill returned the squeeze.

“Your sister?” Sam was confused.

“No. My wife,” Bill pulled them up short and spun Sam around to face him.

“Will you marry me Samantha?” Bill gazed into Sam’s emerald green eyes which were rimmed with tears.

*****

Villawood Montana, 1959 – Two Weeks After The Villawood Study Completed

William and Samantha Brody stood on the porch of their little house and watched the moving vans and U-Hauls trickle into the small town of Villawood. A family saloon hauling a U-Haul pulled into the driveway of the house next door and the rear doors flew open and a boy and a girl hopped out followed by a yellow Labrador who ran in circles on the lawn. It was hard to say who was more excited, the dog or the kids.

Bill put his arm around Sam’s waist. She was wearing her white nurse's uniform and Bill was wearing a khaki sheriff’s uniform with a tin star pinned to his chest.

The front door of the saloon opened and a man and woman alighted and stood looking at their new home for a while and then they turned and saw that their new neighbours were on the porch waiting to say hello.

“Look mommy he’s a sheriff and she’s a nurse,” the little girl pointed at Bill and Sam.

“Don’t be rude Penny; stop pointing,” the mom admonished her daughter but she did it with love and tugged playfully on the girl’s ponytail.

The man and the woman started walking to towards the Brody’s porch, obviously coming over to say hello.

“I’m so nervous Bill, I think I’m going to faint,” Sam whispered.

“You’ll be fine Mrs Brody. Just be you,” Bill squeezed Sam gently and softly kissed her cheek.

The End

Author’s note: This was a story I really enjoyed writing and I hope you enjoyed it too. Any errors in fact or continuity are entirely my fault. I wish William and Samantha Brody all the best and a long and happy life. Please leave me a comment or an observation as reward for my efforts if it pleases you. Your very own Sweet Transvestite Michele Nylons

+++ The reference to Mirrocau Island relates to my story The Island, a tale of action, adventure and romance set on a remote Pacific island.