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.

"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.

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"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 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.

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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 was 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.

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"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.

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Lisauktv168Lisauktv16819 days ago
Another well written story from the talented Michele. Please keep them
coming.

AnonymousAnonymous4 months ago
Your imagination is spectacular. I only wish is your stories could some
day be appreciated by everyone someday.

AnonymousAnonymous8 months ago
One of the best I’ve ever read. Keep writing. Loved the characters and
was so happy for a real ending.

Kathryn65Kathryn658 months ago
Indeed another masterpiece from your wonderful mind and imagination. I
have thoroughly enjoyed everything in this story from start to finish.
As someone else has written a true masterpiece of erotic storytelling
and the main characters were so well crafted I could love them nearly as
much as I love you . 💋💋💋

ashlandlitashlandlit9 months ago
What a story!! This is a masterpiece of erotic storytelling and the
character development was wonderful. Thank you!!