"I'm not lying to you. We made love just about all night." declared a somewhat still exhausted Mickey as he sat across from his wife at the kitchen table. "And I'm not lying to you. I don't remember a damn bit of it. If my body wasn't so sore and tender, I'd call you a liar. You must've given me something to knock me out and then you raped my unconscious body." she mumbled as she pushed a lock of unbrushed blonde hair back from her face. "You were awake and very much an active participant. You even suggested the scenario by requesting that we start with a rape, then after I had a picnic between your legs, you became so fucking horny that I couldn't get you to quit. I was dragging by then and needed to get some sleep when you suddenly declared `good night' and went to sleep within ten seconds of your head touching the pillow. It was unreal - one minute you were a sex-starved nymphomaniac and the next - you're asleep like a baby. Then you wake up and don't remember a damn thing about it. Do you remember me saying something about how your clit seemed bigger?" She raised her head and stared at him for a second before saying, "Have you noticed it too? In the last three or four days, it seems to have grown or something. I'm feeling a little tender there as the bigger thing constantly rubs against my inner lips." ****** One of the guards returned to the guard's office and picked up the telephone. He dialed a number and when the other person answered, stated "This is Groves on Death Row. Prisoner Augustus may be dying. He's cold and clammy and couldn't even get out of bed when I requested him to stand for the morning inspection. I think that he ought to be transferred to the Infirmary." ****** Frankie Yarzenbac put down the binocular and leaned against the tree. For the last day and half, he'd spent most of it in the woods with Big Al watching the old farmhouse and the couple. They had spent most of their time indoors and they'd sat out there in the woods, watching the farmhouse. Frankie wasn't too happy with his task. He'd graduated from college about three years ago - college paid for by Herbert Augustus. Then set up his practice - again financed by Mr. Augustus. So when Herbert had requested his assistance, Frankie had no choice but to comply. It was a simple assignment - find some way to meet and seduce the woman that lived in this farm house, then move in with her, watch her and help her adapt to her new life. When Mister Augustus first explained the assignment, Frankie quickly built an image of a forty-year-old spinster, but then was shown some pictures of Candy. The old man then requested a blood oath from the young man, requiring the young man to swear allegiance or die. After swearing the mandatory oath, Frankie listed to the story of John Augustus, Bob Williams, Andrea Bell, and the lovely young Candy. Frankie's assignment was easy - do whatever it took, to control John Augustus in Candy's body if the transfer worked. So that's how Frankie wound up in the Virginia woods watching a farmhouse. And in turn being watched through a riflescope. Jeff Conway had been watching the two city slickers for about the same amount of time that they'd been watching the farmhouse. He'd discovered their rented car blocking the trail where he'd been parking his truck. Parking elsewhere, he walked carefully through the woods until he discovered them sitting in the edge of the woods. Climbing a tree and setting up a somewhat comfortable deerstand, he watched the two men who weren't aware that they were being watched. He'd stayed with them the whole time, leaving only when they left to go get something to eat. During that time, he called Scotty Walsh and told him what was occurring, then went back to his deerstand - taking his rifle with him this time. ****** The doctor removed his stethoscope from the dying man's shriveled chest. Standing to face the waiting guards, his stoic face told the real story of the patient's current state of health "The prisoner hasn't been taking his medicine. As a result, he's experiencing a lot of pain. The medicine can't help him, but it can relieve the pain and allow him to sleep. I'm going to transfer him to the Infirmary where we can monitor him closer." A slender hand jerked up, grabbing the Doctor's arm. A very weak John Augustus pulled himself up, declaring "No, I'm all right. Let me stay here and die here. I don't want your medicine and refuse any medical treatment." The doctor's face changed from the impassive professional mask, to a more gentler look as he allowed his true feelings to be reflected on his face. Staring down at the dying man, the doctor softly replied "I think that you would be a good candidate for Euthanasia at this time, but the laws of this state require me to take measures to provide you with the appropriate medical care. I've got to continue to treat you even if it's against your desires. I'll arrange for your transfer." ****** "Two quick shots and nobody will know the difference." drawled Scotty Walsh as he peered through the riflescope at the two city slickers. "We can't shoot them just because they're out here in the woods. They're doing the same thing that we are - spying on the cunt. What if they're the law?" proclaimed Jeff as he nervously watched his friend's finger on the rifle's trigger. "The big guy was here a couple of weeks ago, buying some dope. The Harmons treated him as if he was an out-of-town big shot. Wonder what those two fucking assholes would do, if we stop by and tell the bitch that she's being watched? Think that she would reward us with a little of that pussy that you've been drooling over?" grinned Scotty as a trace of tobacco spittle escaped his lips. ****** The gray-haired country doctor removed his rubber gloves and walked out of the examining room, followed by his nurse, leaving the very attractive patient alone so that Candy could put her clothes back on after the physical examination. After a few minutes, she entered the doctor's office where he was writing in the new folder that he was establishing for her treatment. Candy sat down across from him and waited patiently for him to discuss his evaluation with her. Looking up from his copious notes, he confirmed the preliminary diagnosis that he'd declared earlier "As I told you in the examining room, there's nothing wrong with you. You didn't bring any previous medical records so I can't compare them to see if there's been any clitoris growth. I did measure it and will monitor it for the next three to four months to see if there's any growth." "Doctor, it's twice the size that it used to be. For eight years it was the same size, then last week, it began growing. I can feel the difference and even my husband noticed the larger size. And there's something else...." "Yes, what is it?" She paused a moment, feeling the blush warm her cheeks, then she said "About the same time that my clitoris started growing, I started falling into very deep sleeps at night. I thought that it was because of the peace and quiet of the farmhouse, but my husband spent the last two nights with me. He made constant love to me over the weekend because he won't be able to fly back in this coming weekend. I said that he made love to me because I don't remember any of it. I remember getting in bed with him and falling instantly asleep. Then when I woke up in the mornings, he said that we made love all night long. He told me that I was a woman possessed who couldn't get enough sex. I don't think that he was lying to me because my body was tender as if we'd made love; but I don't remember any of it. If we did what he said we did, I had to be awake." ****** John Augustus opened one bloodshot eye and stared up at an overhead light. Slowly opening his eyes, he deduced that he was in the prison Infirmary from the medical equipment and noticed that there were some IV needles stuck in his arm. He felt drugged and recognized that they were injecting him with medicine against his will. With a tremendous tug from his weak body, he jerked the needles out of his arm. Somewhere nearby an alarm buzzer sounded. Within seconds several doctors and nurses were around his bed. They ignored his demands and restrained him to the bed, before re-installing the needles, letting the medication continue its constant slow drip into his bloodstream. As he drifted off into the drugged induced sleep, he was screaming over and over "NO!!!"; his voice getting lower and lower until he fell asleep. One of the nurses turned to a doctor, declaring "Doesn't he know that we're only trying to help him? I wouldn't want to lie there and suffer from the pain that he must be experiencing." Another doctor looked up from the medical chart that he was updating "He's experiencing some unusual side-effects that I suspect are caused by the combination of his illness and our medication. He's been delirious almost constantly since we moved him from his cell. He's babbled all day long to the day nurse who's recorded some of his hallucinations. Seems that he thinks that found some way to escape to a farm in Virginia." ****** The next time that John opened his eyes, it was a completely different series of sensations and observations. Not only was there moonlight on the floor instead of an antiseptic overhead light and fresh air instead of air-conditioned air, but there was the unmistakable feel of satin sheets surrounding his undrugged female body. He couldn't hold back the big smile that automatically formed on Candy's face as he recognized that he had returned to inhabit Candy's body in her bedroom. Sitting up in the bed, he turned Candy's head, brushing aside the long golden strand of hair with a quick brush-back motion that had become almost automatic with her thick mane of hair. Glancing at the big empty spot on the bed next to her body, John felt somewhat relieved while at the same time disappointed that her husband had traveled back to the west coast. Remembering every previous awaking in her body, he searched between her legs to remove the expected toy. John was a little surprised to discover that it didn't feel damp between her legs and that the dildo wasn't imbedded within her body. For some reason, she hadn't masturbated herself to sleep as she normally did when her husband wasn't there. Stretching her arms, John shook off the last vestiges of sleep and felt the ultimate confirmation that he wasn't in his real body - the now pleasant sensation as her boobs jiggled. Another smile formed on Candy's face as John thought about how he'd spent his precious time in her body over the last two nights. While he wasn't ready to accept all of the social and cultural expectations demanded because of his new gender, he'd quickly learned that sex as a woman was something that was wonderful to experience. The sex with Mickey the two previous nights had been the turning point in John's attitude toward his acceptance of Candy's body. John's life-long reluctance to have sex with a man disappeared after experiencing his first female orgasm as a result of Mickey's aggressive lovemaking. From that point on, John let Candy's body react to Mickey's stimulation of her body. John became a very willing participant and kept Mickey busy the rest of the few hours that John controlled her body, satisfying the hunger and craving that controlled the sexy blonde's body. After transferring back to his real body and waking up restrained to the hospital bed with the medication "fogging" his mind, John drifted in and out of conscious all day. His drug-enhanced sleep filled with sweet dreams of being Candy, dreams where Candy laid on her back on the satin sheets, her long blonde hair cascading on the pillow. Dreams where the beautiful woman bared her luscious body and spread her legs as her arms reached up to circle the neck of the large man that eased between her legs. Dreams where the large man eased a long, hard shaft deep into Candy's well- lubricated body, using his manhood to rub the very sensitive inner vaginal walls. Dreams where Candy arched her back to meet his thrusts. Dreams where Candy's arms wrapped around the man's head, holding Mickey's hungry lips on Candy's breasts. Sweet dreams that placed a big smile on the sleeping John Augustus's face as he laid in his hospital bed. Dreams that caused a small, almost constant erection in John's catheter-connected penis. After that all-day dreaming session about having sex, an extremely horny John was pleased when he woke up in her body the second night of Mickey's weekend visit. A very different John - a John with a new attitude - was prepared to really go all the way and take advantage of every minute of Candy's husband's visit. As soon as John woke up in the woman's sleeping body beside the sleeping Mickey, John initiated and completed his first blowjob, discovering that it wasn't as bad as John had originally thought it would be. John enjoyed it for several reasons. (1) Mickey reciprocated the very intimate service, burrowing his head between the blonde's legs. (2) John observed how much control he had over Mickey as his lips, tongue and open mouth teased the husband's rock-hard manhood. (3) And John enjoyed the culmination of his frenzied teasing when Mickey's sputtering and throbbing cock pumped what seemed like gallons of warm semen into Candy's mouth. Staring at the some-what empty bed and wishing that Mickey was still there, the very sexually frustrated young blonde woman rolled out of bed. Picking up her robe, John slipped it over Candy's body before turning on the light. Walking quickly through the house, John searched for something to smoke, even if it was old butts in an ashtray. He preferred his cigars but he would take whatever he could find. After a quick unsuccessful look, John decided it was time to resolve some delicate business problems. Picking up the phone, he dialed a phone number that he hadn't dialed in years. The phone was picked up on the first ring but the person that picked up the phone didn't say anything. John listened to the silence for a moment then said, "Let me speak to Herbert. Tell him it's John and I know that he's been expecting this call." A minute later, a sleepy male voice said "John??" Responding in Candy's most vibrant contralto tones, John said "Yes fuckface, it's me - your older brother. How's the family?" A slightly more awake Herbert responded "Good. I've got three more grandchildren since we last talked. Are you going by John or Candice now?" "You know that I'll always be John to you. Why didn't you come see me in jail?" "I didn't like it when you accused me of selling you out. Really John, do you think that I would turn over state's evidence against my own brother?" "Yes and you did. I didn't know it for sure then, but I do now." There was a long pause then Herbert said "What do you plan to do about it?" "Nothing. It's over. I'm out of the business. You can have it all. Just leave me alone and I'll never bother you again." Herbert laughed "The shit you say. You were the one that taught me to never trust anyone. Now you're asking me to trust you - to allow you to roam free so that one day you can squeeze off one round into my forehead when I least suspect it. Being in that cunt body has affected your thinking." "It's the truth. Jail changed me. I'm a different person. If you'd visited me, you'd know that I found peace within myself." "I'm going to come visit you. Let's see, it's day eight so you're going to be in her body for eight hours. I'll come visit you in sixteen days because until then, you're still in prison and she can't get too far from the farmhouse. And when I come visit you, I'll bring you a present. How about a case of rubbers so that you can earn a nice living with your new body?" "Fuck you Herbert!" yelled an angry Candy as she slammed the phone down. At the other end of the now disconnected phone connection, a smiling Herbert Augustus said into his phone "that's the best offer that you ever made me, dear brother. I just might take you up on it." ****** A sleepy Andrea followed the matron down the jail hallway. The matron had gruffly waken Andrea a few minutes earlier to tell her that her bail had been paid. As Andrea dressed in the civilian clothes that the police returned to her, she wondered who paid the bail. When she followed the matron to the release area, she saw him - it was Mahoney. "Hi, I quit my job and came looking for you. It took me several days to find you here." he declared with a sheepish smile. She didn't say anything until she finished signing her name on the last form, then Andrea simply asked "Got any smokes on you? I ran out three days ago and I've been bouncing off the walls ever since then. No smokes, no booze and a bunch of lezzie's constantly hitting on me. And worst of all, the walls seemed closer. I don't think that I'll let them put me back behind the bars." A long fall of hair swung away from her face as she looked up. He handed her a pack of cigarettes and she kindled a cigarette, holding it defiantly between her immensely long nails before saying, "I suppose that I'm responsible for you now. If I hadn't come along and fucked with you, you'd still be working as a dumb guard." When he didn't say anything but just stood there with that hangdog silly grin, she looked at her watch and said, "Let's go get some decent food, then we'll drive out to a nearby little town where we'll check into a motel and catch up on old times. Then sometime tomorrow, I'll take you out to a farm. I've got someone that I want you to meet tomorrow night." ****** The young blonde-haired woman was still sitting beside the phone because John was calculating his next move. The knock on the kitchen door startled him as it pulled him back from his mental planning. Glancing at the clock, he observed that it'd only been ten minutes since he'd hanged up on his brother. Whoever was outside the door was there because of his brother. Knowing that there was no place to hide or escape and satisfied with his impersonation of Candy so far, John adjusted the robe so that Candy's body was properly hidden as he stood up, then opened the door. John recognized one of the two men on the other side of the screen door as being one of his brother's guards but didn't recognize the smiling young man standing in front. The young man said, "Hi, I think that you're expecting us. I'm Frankie Yarzenbac." The young man entered the house without waiting for an invite and shut the door leaving the other guard remaining outside. Smiling constantly, he said, "You're even prettier than your pictures. Shall I call you Candy or John?" John took a good look at the kid, then realized that he considered the young man to be a kid because of the difference between John's real age and the kid's age. But there was no noticeable difference between Candy's age and the kid's age. Sitting down at the kitchen table, John ignored his posture as he let the open robe expose a lot of inner thigh between Candy's spread legs. Frankie immediately grinned as he realized that the attractive woman didn't have any panties on under her robe and was that most rare of all females - a natural blonde. The arrogance with which Frankie's eyes overtly examined Candy's barely-covered body, didn't faze John as he realized that he was completely at the mercy of this man - for now, that is. John replied "Keep it constant. For all purposes, I'm Candy now." "Glad to meet you. Your brother has asked us to watch out for your safety. I understand that you like this brand of cigars." he declared as he stood next to the table and held up a cigar. Taking the offered cigar from Frankie, John lit it and allowed the strong tobacco fire to fill Candy's delicate lungs before replying "They stopped my smoking privileges about three weeks ago, so I haven't had a good cigar in some time. If you know enough to inquire about whether to call me John or Candy and to bring my preferred brand of cigars, you must know the whole story. But I'm not sure of my brother's intent at this moment. Are you here to protect me or to harass me?" "I'm here to make sure that you're safe and to lend any assistance that you need." John leaned back against the chair and used his tongue to twirl the cigar slightly within Candy's mouth as he evaluated the situation. Looking at the man standing beside the table, John knew that resistance was futile. Until John was in permanent control of this body, there would be no escape from this farm. The kid was obviously his brother's henchmen who wouldn't hesitate to comply with his brother's orders or he wouldn't be here; so John didn't trust him. John knew that the kid wasn't the typical gangster so the kid had to have other skills for his brother to send him here, but because the kid was acting friendly, John decided to play the same game. After all, people had been known to switch sides before. Recognizing that it was time to start using Candy's new body and learning how to control men with Candy's obvious feminine breathtaking wiles, John decided to use the tools that he now had a little experience in using. Knowing the effect that Candy's body had on men, John smiled at Frankie as the tone of her voice changed "Do you think that I'm pretty?" Ignoring her beautiful face, Frankie's eyes feasted on the exposed tanned skin of her body, the mounds of her swelling breasts beneath the flimsy robe, letting his eyes drift down to the thighs and slender calves. He could easily see that her body was shaped and hardened by hours of exercise, yet still remained its soft feminine form. A big grin lit up Frankie's face as he declared "You're about the best looking woman that I ever saw." "Good, because this body has some special hungers and when I'm in her body, I've got to do something to feed its hungers. Let me show you what I mean." Candy's eyes gleamed as the subtle emphasis of her sexy voice on the word `hungers'. Leaning forward, her long red fingernails rubbed across the fly of Frankie's jeans. She massaged her exploring palm across the jeans while staring into his eyes for several seconds. Observing that he wasn't objecting to her very intimate touch, Candy's voice changed to a husky sound as she whispered "Feels like a big one and it's all tangled up within your jeans. Do you want me to free your monstrous erection? With one simple motion, I can open the fly and bring some relief to the handful of stiff manly meat that you've got tucked away." He didn't decline her offer as she stared at his rapid forming erection with dreamy heavy eyes. He didn't resist as her hand unzipped his jeans and exposed his erect cock. He didn't move as she removed the lipstick coated cigar from her mouth and put her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her lipstick coated lips. Her slim hand wrapped around his cock and gently stroked it as she aimed it at her open mouth. Frankie stepped forward and pushed his cock deep into her gaping mouth. He didn't care that the persona doing this to him was a sixty-year-old man because the lips and throat belonged to a twenty-year-old woman. ****** After Andrea finished a long warm bath to wash away the accumulated filth from being in jail, she discovered a very patient and naked Mahoney waiting for her beside the hotel bed. He had brought with him the leather collar, the dual head dildo and the wind chimes. She sat down on the bed and as she fumbled through her purse for a cigarette. Her hand trembled as she lit the cigarette before she swallowed a large gulp from one of the liquor bottles that Mahoney also had been carrying around. She waited until the warm burn hit her belly and felt the tremble leave her. Although she refused to admit it, she was an alcoholic and needed the stimulus to stop the tremors that she felt when she couldn't drink. She leaned back on the bed, and stared at Mahoney through narrowed eyes noticing that he was still sitting in the same position. The young guard had too easily accepted his role as her slave and she knew that he would follow her like a love-starved puppy where ever she went. That he was hers to twist and use as she saw fit. Her voice was low, ominous, and intense as she commanded him to rise to his feet. She spread her legs wide open and rubbed her fingers across the length of her cunt lips as she watched the mild erection between his likewise naked legs. Using her tongue to wet her lips in a suggestive manner, she rubbed one finger against her vagina lips, letting him see her finger slide between the vagina lips. Arching her back slightly to pump her boobs out, she smiled as she saw a noticeable change in his erection. Still staring at the hunk of meat between his legs, she slipped two fingers inside herself and pumped herself a few times, enjoying the physical stimulus as well as the mental stimulus of being able to get Mahoney so aroused just from watching her. She continued for a few minutes until she felt sufficiently lubricated and tired of watching Mahoney beg with his eyes. Rolling over on the bed, she positioned herself on her knees and next to the edge of the bed so that her ass was up in the air and about where Mahoney would be able to stand beside the bed and enter her. The low moan "yessss" she uttered as she buried her face against the soft resilient surface of the bed was understood by the former guard. Removing her now wet fingers to make room for him, Mahoney pressed his throbbing erection against the opening of Andrea's womanhood. Andrea used her leg muscles to rotate her ass as she rubbed her ass up and down a few times, enjoying the feel of the hard cock rubbing against her lips. With his hand, he guided his cock so that it was rubbing against her almost dripping cunt, covering Mahoney's cockhead with a shiny coating of natural lubricant. Then Mahoney's hands grabbed her hips as he pressed forward, letting his hard manhood enter her. A loud gasp escaped the woman's lips as she felt the hard cock enter her. Groaning out loud, her mind drifted back to when she was in the female jail cell thinking about doing this very thing; wishing that somehow Mahoney could be her guard and service her physical needs. Wishing that the very official Officer Mahoney and the old Bob Williams could've had this type of relationship back on Death Row. Mahoney pulled back slightly then pressed forward again, penetrating her the full length of his shaft. Andrea felt the walls of her pussy closing around it as Mahoney's next thrust sent his manhood deep into her, as his balls slapped against the soft flesh of her thighs. "Fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!" she gasped wanting a quick satisfaction. Mahoney took a hard grip on Andrea's swaying hips and began to fuck her as she commanded. Each lunging motion came harder than the last, causing Andrea to bounce up and down, and her ass thrashing from side to side. Andrea showed her appreciation of Mahoney's rhythm, slamming herself back to meet each forward thrust with the same hard reaction. Her long red hair flew every which way as their hot sweat covered her body. With a loud grunt, Andrea pulled away from Mahoney and rolled quickly over onto her back as she eased up on the bed in the standard missionary position. Crawling on the bed on top of her, he plunged his cock deeper into her like a man possessed, keeping up a steady pumping motion that was driving Andrea wild. Andrea wrapped her long legs tightly around Mahoney's back, holding their bodies tight against each other. Although Mahoney's thrusts were now restricted to shorter strokes, he pumped at double the frequency. Their bodies were soaking wet with the mix of sweat and sex dripping off each of their bodies. Andrea's dark nipples were now readily available so that Mahoney tongue and mouth were able to send ripples of delight across Andrea's writhing form, providing the final spark to set off what Andrea knew would just be her first orgasm of the long night.