COMFORT WOMEN CH. 04
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Jealous men often take what they want, don't they Samantha?
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Chapter Four -- Just Another Comfort Woman

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.