Paradise Isle, StepSister Pt. 05

Paradise Isle, StepSister Pt 05

(Trans, transformed, lesbian, reluctant, chastity) Three girls together

By ChangeYourPassword

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the previous parts of StepSister, first.

They were lying in bed that night, all three of them still marveling at Jess' new self.

Sandwiched between Aubrey and Denver, she was feeling so contented and happy with herself, she had a difficult time not giggling like a little girl at Christmas.

And her two girlfriends couldn't keep their hands off of her.

"Your skin is so wonderfully clear," Denver said, as she ran her fingers up and down her body. It tickled.

"It is," Aubrey agreed. "Almost pure white, without a blemish. No fuzz; not a single mark or mole."

Jess had noticed that too, during her self-examinations, and it had troubled her just a bit. "It's almost too white, too perfect. I'm almost like a mannequin. Kind of unnatural."

Denver laughed. "Hah, you're my dolly. I get to dress you, do your makeup and play with you."

"Oh, stop, Den," Aubrey scolded. "She's my stepsister and our lover." And she reinforced her statement by kissing Jess, lovingly.

With all the bandages off, and only a few bruises and blemishes remaining from all the procedures, Jess, with the help and support of the two girls, began experiencing life as a female.

And she enjoyed it. A lot.

Her new shape did take some getting used to. Her breasts pulled at her chest and even threw her off balance. Several times she bumped her wider hips painfully on some piece of furniture, or a door frame and when she sat in a chair it felt like there was an extra pad beneath her from her bigger ass.

Her long nails were indeed pretty and sexy, but they continued to get in the way of simple tasks. She poked herself, or had trouble with gripping things like silverware. The girls laughed at her, but encouraged her as well.

They also helped her with makeup. Denver in particular wanted her to always look her best, wearing plenty of cosmetics.

"You two hardly wear any," Jess complained.

Denver giggled. "We look better than you, naturally."

Jess couldn't disagree; she'd always considered her two lovers absolutely beautiful. But it was still a pain to have to spend the time applying all the beauty materials. Especially with the cumbersome nails.

She did like the way she looked when everything was in place, but still...

She was only able to achieve the desired look, with a lot of help. She had so much to learn.

Jess did enjoy getting out of the suite, mingling with the other guests, eating and drinking, and enjoying the resort. It was a whole new vacation from her old reality.

She remained nervous though; she just wasn't used to being a real woman. And she didn't like having to deal with lascivious men who eyed her and clearly wanted her. She couldn't figure out why they paid her any attention at all, when Denver and Aubrey were obviously prettier than she.

After considerable study, she decided that a lot of the guys were intimidated by her companion's looks and therefore focused more on her, as an attainable sex partner. What luck.

Out and about, enjoying themselves, they walked around the resort, topless. Aubrey, of course, was still enjoying showing off her larger breasts.

Denver was absolutely gorgeous, with her new nose. And Aubrey's breasts were beautiful. Jess was just pretty enough to fit in with her two girlfriends, as well as with all the other vacationers.

And she was growing accustomed to the random comments of people admiring her heart-shaped nipples.

They all enjoyed wandering the pathways, visiting the beaches, the pool, the restaurants and the bars. The island was fantastic. Everyone was attractive, happy and friendly. Especially when it came to eyeing and chatting with three good-looking women, traveling around as a pack.

Naturally, their threesome drew special attention amongst the couples that made up the vast majority of the guests.

They were engaged often by other guests. In some cases, because of their looks, others because of their all-girl relationship, and in many others by folks seeking an orgy with the three of them as the focus.

Denver enjoyed teasing the latter group, but she never accepted any of the invitations. Aubrey and Jess weren't interested in any case.

It also seemed to Jess that her uniquely shaped nipples distracted people from commenting about her unusual ears. Only a couple of people mentioned them, and their sentiments were positive. Fans of the Hobbit, adored them, while most of the rest of the public found them silly or too bizarre.

They enjoyed every minute of the day and night. Jess was relieved, and grew contented, certain now that she had made the right decision. It was fun being a girl.

++++++++++

On their second night out together, Aubrey finally got around to describing activities back home, particularly the progress on the new house. The additions and upgrades were almost complete, and some of the furniture was queued up for delivery. They still had a lot more to find and purchase before the big place would be completely livable. But they were getting close.

All three of them were excited about that - both the shopping and taking up residence.

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After dinner they found their way by tracking the music to a large bar, with a live band. The music was excellent, the band good. The place was crowded, and they couldn't find an empty table. They were about to give up when Aubrey spotted her friends from the beach. Denny and Phil were off in one corner, at a round table for four - two empty chairs.

She steered her girls over their way and as soon as Denny spotted her, he waved and she waved back.

"Hi guys, could we join you?"

"Sure," the two of them echoed.

"Boys, these are my two lovers, Denver and Jess. Girls this is Denny and Phil; we met at the beach the other day. They're a great couple."

Both of the guys had stood like gentlemen, and she gave each of them a hug and a quick kiss. Denver and Jess followed suit.

Aubrey was relieved to see that both of them were wearing board shorts. She didn't have to look at their cocks.

Denver then went off to find an extra chair while the men returned to their seats and Aubrey and Jess settled into the two empties.

Jess wound up sitting next to Phil, who seemed nice enough. She acknowledged that he looked good, for a guy, but even though she was a girl now, she felt no attraction towards him. She was just like Aubrey in that respect - no interest in cocks. But of course, she had one of her own.

Denver returned with a chair and squeezed in between Aubrey and Jess.

The five of them then spent a while getting to know each other, sharing a bit of their lives and backgrounds. The guys lived in the Chicago area and ran a clothing store. They hardly ever took time off from that enterprise, but had forced themselves to vacation, as they seriously needed a break.

"And what better place than this?" Denny had asked with a laugh.

Phil chuckled, "we've heard good things about the Virgin Islands, but the name turns us off."

Denver rolled her eyes, and they all laughed.

Aubrey explained that they were money managers, responsible for a large portfolio. It was a story that they'd used before to mask their actual situation.

The guys were more interested in life in San Diego. They'd heard wonderful things about that part of California.

After the personal summaries, they slid naturally into discussions of the beautiful and kinky people they'd seen.

Phil asked if they'd visited the fetish resort, there on the island, and they admitted that they'd been too happy with their own resort to venture out. He and Denny, both urged them to take the shuttle over.

"You won't believe some of the people over there. Many are absolutely over the top. Out of control with their fetishes."

"But they're certainly entertaining and most are willing to explain their fantasies and kinky lives." Denny added.

Denver seemed willing, although Aubrey wasn't very enthusiastic. Jess was intrigued. When Jason hadn't been scanning porn about girls, and girlish things, he'd sampled some of the fetish sites, and gotten turned on by much of what he'd seen. But now, as Jess, she wasn't sure how much interest she had in the inkier side of things.

Aubrey and Denver jumped up when the band began playing one of their favorite songs, and headed to the packed dance floor.

Jess looked over at the guys and shrugged.

"So, tell us more about Southern California," Phil asked, just being friendly.

That was an easy topic to cover so she jumped in, explaining that she'd only moved down there from San Jose six months ago.

After she'd covered the wonders of her new home, at their request she described life in Silicon Valley, where everything was high-tech, and nerdy.

When Aubrey and Denver returned, they rejoined the conversation, but returned to reviewing the wonders of the island, only interspersed with additional personal details of their lives back home - back in the real world.

After yet another round of drinks. They were all getting tipsy, and the conversation flagged.

Jess flinched when Phil's hand came to rest on hers, and Aubrey noticed. Chuckling she looked over at Jess. "Denny told me that Phil used to be straight, with a wife. But he made the jump to same-sex, and the two of them are happy."

Jess looked questioningly at Phil, who was still holding her hand. She had been fine, sitting next to a gay man, seemingly safe, but she now started wondering if he was trying to put the moves on her. Perhaps he wasn't as gay as they thought. She shivered uncomfortably.

Denver smiling wickedly, jumped into the conversation. "That's really interesting. Jess has also transformed. She used to be very familiar with men."

She then paused to smile fiendishly at Jess, but before she could say anything more, Aubrey elbowed her in the ribs, and she jerked out an "Ouch!"

The guys had seen Aubrey punch. "We don't talk about that aspect. You see, Jess used to be more boy than girl. A real tom-boy, but we brought her around to the lipstick lesbian side."

She stared daggers at Denver as she spoke. Denver shrugged; she was just having a little fun...

Jess relaxed and carefully removed her hand from beneath Phill's.

They all sat there in silence for a moment, until Aubrey stood up. "Jess, how about a dance?"

When Jess hesitated, she stepped over and pulled on her chair. "Come along, you're not as bad as you think you are."

Denver chuckled. "She's certainly not as bad as she used to be."

Jess stuck her tongue out at her, and the guys laughed.

Out on the dance floor, it took Jess a while to relax and get into the music, and with Aubrey's encouragement she began to enjoy herself, a little.

After a couple beat-heavy rock songs, the band switched to a slow ballad, and the two of them hugged while they two-stepped around the floor. Jess loved that.

When that song ended, and another fast song began Denver showed up, and kept Jess dancing while Aubrey returned to the table.

As they danced, Denver got handsy, and then began bumping and grinding against Jess, who actually started having fun with it. She too began running her fingers around Denver's sexy body, groping her breasts and slapping at her ass when the opportunity arose. Denver loved it and laughed merrily as they played.

Jess was even able to ignore the other folks around them, and no longer cared about her nipples or her pointy ears.

When the song ended, they fell into each other's arms, out of breath and laughing delightedly.

Holding hands, Denver led the way back to the table, but when they arrived Phil stood up.

"My turn, Jess?" he asked, hopefully.

Surprised, Jess mumbled something about being tired, but Denver wouldn't let her refuse. She passed Jess's hand off to him. "Nonsense, girl. Dance with the man."

With Phil gently pulling her back toward the dancefloor, Jess didn't feel like she had a choice, so she followed along.

On the floor he continued to hold her hand as they danced to the rapid beat. It wasn't bad, he was a good dancer, and there was none of the crazy groping that had gone on between her and Denver.

But then the band again switched to a slow song, and when she tried to slip away, Phil wrapped his arms around her and wouldn't allow it.

Rather than make a scene, Jess went with the flow and allowed him to hold her as they danced slowly amongst the other couples.

Partway through the song, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her tighter to his chest. She felt her nipples pressed into his pecs and she got a little thrill from the touch. Damn nanites, she muttered silently to herself.

When she felt a hand slide down to cup her ass, she jerked and slid her own hand down behind her to push him away. He chuckled, but shifted his grip to her waist.

"You're adorable," he whispered in her ear. "And I love your ears, they're so sexy."

When the song ended, Jess broke away and, mumbling, "thirsty," she headed back to the table.

"How was your dance? Aubrey asked, a little concerned with the look on Jess' face. She didn't look all that happy.

"It was fine, but I'm tired and need a drink," Jess replied as she collapsed into her chair and grabbed her glass.

Phil settled into his seat, looking happy. "We had a good time.

"And I do love her ears," he said as he reached up and brushed the one nearest him. Jess flinched away.

"I know, right?" Denver replied. "They were my idea. I think they're the sexiest thing. She's my little elf."

"Oh, she is, is she?" Phil asked with a smile.

"Absolutely."

Aubrey giggled as she saw Jess blush. "Jess is mine too. We're the perfect threesome."

Jess, nodded sheepishly. She was happy about their threesome, but the way both of her lovers described her as 'mine', made her a bit uncomfortable. She wanted to be Aubrey's but she was afraid she was Denver's.

Soon thereafter they agreed it was time to call it a night. The guys and the gals all reported having a good time, and wished they could do it again, but Denny explained sadly that they were heading home the following day.

Of course, they all had to hug and kiss goodbye.

When it was Jess' turn with Phil, his kiss was much more loving than any of the others. It wasn't her idea. It was all him. And as they parted, he again whispered. "You're adorable. If only..." And he left it at that.

Jess didn't tell him, 'Forget it. No way,' but that's how she felt.

Walking back to the room, both Denver and Aubrey merrily harassed her about how much Phil evidently wanted her.

"He'd even be happy to find out you had a cock of your own," Denver said, laughing uproariously.

Jess just sputtered, while she glanced around to make sure nobody heard.

They were too tired and drunk for sex that night. They all collapsed into the bed and went right to sleep, with Jess in the middle, that time.

Cuddled like that, she felt loved, and wished it was like that every night.

++++++++++

With so much time out in the sun, Jess did have some trouble with her new, pale skin. She had to constantly coat herself in a layer of sun-screen. Actually, she appreciated that Aubrey and Denver were always willing volunteers to cover her back, and even her front, whenever the need arose.

Jess' biggest concern though, was her cock. Keeping it securely hidden, held by a gaff, beneath her bikini bottoms, and ensuring it was never discovered while they were out. Unlike Denver and Aubrey, she couldn't wear tiny bottoms or thongs.

Those restrictions did make her wonder if she'd been wise, keeping her male member. But she refused to consider taking the big step toward a pussy.

The threesome did spend much of their time at the beach. Denver and Aubrey were strong swimmers, and Jess was merely adequate in the deeper water. She tended to stay nearer the shore, while her girlfriends ventured out farther into the ocean.

That was the situation, one day, when a pair floated over to Jess, and struck up a conversation. It was a guy and a girl, both attractive and friendly.

Jess thought the girl pretty and the guy could certainly be considered handsome.

They chatted casually and pleasantly, until the guy invited Jess to go back to their suite for 'some fun, together.' It was then that Jess noticed that both of them wore gold bracelets on their right wrists. She vaguely remembered that those were a sign of the wearer's interest in sex with anybody.

After she'd, as graciously as possible, turned the man down, the woman tried her luck.

She was more amorous. "You do look kind of lonely. I promise we're good in bed. He'd even be willing to just watch, if you only want to join me."

Jess was surprised when for a moment she was tempted. She had two wonderful lovers, but the girl was pretty and clearly interested in her, but it could never happen. She didn't want to cheat on Aubrey, or Denver, and she couldn't imagine admitting to these strangers that she had a cock hidden away back between her legs. So, she continued to graciously decline their invitation.

Eventually they gave up and wandered off back down the beach. Jess was relieved...

When Aubrey and Denver returned from their swim, she told them about the encounter and the invitation.

Her two lovers simply laughed at her little adventure. Denver laughed the hardest when Jess mentioned her inability to explain away the presence between her legs.

"Well, you could have serviced both of them. You have a nice cock for her, and you have a functional ass for him. Remember, the nanites have made that another pleasure center for you. We still haven't tried that."

"And we don't need to." Jess replied, angrily.

"Spoil sport."

After the beach the threesome went back to their suite to clean-up before dinner.

Feeling good, they squeezed into the shower stall, all together, giggling and groping as they washed each other, It was great fun, although they weren't sure how clean they'd gotten when they stumbled out, afterwards.

Dinner was relatively uneventful. They decided to visit the resort's finest restaurant, located in the main building with a stunningly romantic view of the ocean and the setting sun. Even though they wore only bikinis, they had worked on their makeup, going for an elegant, evening look.

Jess was hopeless at doing it herself so Denver took over the effort, and eventually Jeff looked fantastically pretty and sexy. Even a bit overdone -whorish. But she was surprisingly pleased by how good she looked.

Denver finished by arranging Jess' hair into a high pony-tail that left her exotic ears on clear display.

When Jess protested, Denver gave her a serious swat on the ass.

"Ouch!"

"Your ears are wondrous, and I want to see them all night long. So just be a good girl." Denver ordered.

Intimidated, Jess looked to Aubrey for support or at least consolation, but she sided with her lover. "Jess, dear, you do look fantastic like that. Den has done a magical job."

Jess, sighed and took another look at herself in the mirror. Trying her best to be objective, she hesitantly decided that her lovers were correct, the girl in the mirror did look erotically beautiful. But she had a difficult time accepting that it was her.

After the first twenty minutes out, Jess became accustomed enough to the curious and often lascivious stares she drew from the other guests.

They spent the entire evening, and well into the night there at the restaurant. After taking their time to enjoy a very nice meal, they settled in to drink, and just enjoy the view out the big windows. The sunset was lovely and the stars, filling the dark sky afterwards enchanting.

Of course, several times couples stopped by to chat. They were either friendly and curious, or horny and hopeful. But all any of them got were close-up views of three beautiful girls.

Back in the suite, they had enough energy for sex, and even though Jess didn't get her chance at an orgasm, her two lovers each did. She knew it could never happen with Aubrey present, but still, she was just as needy as her two girlfriends.

Falling asleep, denied and frustrated was becoming the norm for her, and she didn't like that one bit.

+++++++++

After breakfast, Denver and Aubrey accompanied Jess over to the spa for two separate sessions with different cosmetologists who each experimented with different looks for her makeup, and taught her all the tricks for application. Things girls learned as they were growing up.

Her two lovers observed, occasionally commented and also learned new tips and tricks that they were apparently not aware of.

Of course, Denver pushed the make-up artists to apply heavier styles and looks. Nothing a normal woman would consider casual, every-day applications.

Jess was in a chair for hours, while they worked on her. They'd finish a 'look', allow her to admire the result in a large mirror, and then remove it all and start over using different colors, shades, and applications to change her appearance. Throughout, they explained what they were doing and how they were doing it.

Jess learned most of the techniques, although she did start feeling overloaded. Denver, and Aubrey assured her that they understood, and would be able to help her practice, later.

The most difficult aspect, she decided was the application of false eyelashes. The experts tried several lengths and thicknesses, and Denver selected the set she liked the best. Jess thought they were too long, not to mention heavy on her eye lids, but the girls assured her that she'd grow accustomed to them.

"You do need to get used to them. You'll be wearing them always." Denver told her. That final pair were ultimately applied with some type of glue that would hold them in place for weeks.

When the cosmetologists finally declared the session over, Jess was exhausted, although she had to admit when she looked in the mirror, she was impressed and happy with the result.

"While you're here, Jess dear, you really should consider permanent eye and lip liner. Our cosmetic tattoo artist is truly talented," Julie, the head artist suggested.

Although Denver was all for it, Jess, exhausted, declined. "I'll think about it."

Aubrey supported her. She too was tired of the extended session in the parlor and was anxious to get some food, drink and sun.

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That afternoon, after lunch, they made a trip to the resort's large store, where they worked to build up a suitable wardrobe for Jess. At the minimum, she needed an outfit for the trip home.

Although the store was large, and the offerings covered almost everything a guest could ask for, there was a huge inventory of swim suits, but no casual clothes to be found. No blue jeans or sneakers for sale.

Women's outfits were limited, and every dress in the racks was sexy and revealing.

Jess was allowed little choice in what Denver and Aubrey selected for her. She tried on more than a dozen dresses and skirt/top combinations before four were selected.

She did like how she looked in each of them. Denver and Aubrey, of course, loved the way she looked in the ones they picked for her.

What Jess didn't appreciate was the lingerie they chose to go with her new wardrobe. In addition to several delicate bra and panty sets, Denver insisted that she wear a waist cincher, just like the ones Jason had worn to better shape his waist.

"But why?" she'd protested. "My new waist is already tiny."

"Because you want to look even better." Denver replied, sensibly. "Every girl wants to look pretty and sexy. Prettier and sexier than she is."

Aubrey smiled and nodded her agreement.

"But it's uncomfortable."

"Get used to it."

In addition to the corset, they picked up stockings and high heels for her, and again she protested.

Apparently, there were enough women visitors to the island who wanted to look sexy, on those rare occasions when they dressed in clothes other than bikinis.

In any case, Jess wound up with several outfits that could be worn for the trip home, and on the streets of any city they visited.

On the way out, they stopped in at the jewelry shop and picked out some larger hoop earrings for her.

"We could have the tops of your ears pierced, so you could wear some dangly decorations from there. I've seen that on some elves, and it looks wonderful," Denver said, as they looked at the selection.

"Seen that where? Deviant Art?" Aubrey replied, giggling.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Denver replied.

Jess remembered seeing things like that herself, when Jason was scanning for porn. But he'd never imagined he'd be the one with tall pointy ears.

Of course, Jess refused to have the tips of her ears pierced. She didn't like her ears, and didn't want anything that would draw even more attention to the things. She was relieved when Denver didn't force it on her.

After dropping everything off at the suite, Denver and Aubrey took her on another trip back to the clinic and the small optometry office, where they sold colored contact lenses.

Jess wasn't thrilled. Her eyesight was perfect, and she hated the thought of putting things in her eyes.

But Denver loved the new 'big eye', circle style contacts that added both color and made the iris look larger.

Aubrey had to agree that they looked fantastic in Jess' eyes. Even if they did look a little artificial.

Jess thought the same thing. Pretty, and artificial. More doll-like.

They drove her crazy though, her eyes watered and itched, and she complained until Aubrey helped her take the things out.

"You'll have to practice." Denver told her that night.

"I'd rather not. It was a nice try," Jess replied.

"Oh, come on, Jess. You look fantastic with those eyes. Doesn't she Aubrey?"

Aubrey hated getting caught in the middle. She agreed with Denver though, Jess did look really cute with those oversized blues, but if they bothered her stepsister so much, she could understand why Jess didn't want them.

"Jess, lover, don't you agree they look pretty?" she asked, trying to be a neutral negotiator.

"They hurt my eyes," she whined.

"I understand, but how did you think you looked in them?"

Caught out, Jess reluctantly admitted that her eyes did look special with the lenses in place.

"See?" Denver said gloating. "Just practice a bit. People wear contacts all the time. You'll get used to it."

Jess looked at Aubrey, hoping for more support from her, but Aubrey shrugged her off. Jess realized that she was siding with Denver. She must think they looked good, too.

Perhaps they were right, but she still didn't like it. Her eyes just hated the things.

The next morning, while she was putting on her makeup, more than she liked, before they went out for breakfast, Denver wandered into the bathroom.

"Going to try your contacts?"

"I'd rather not," Jess replied stubbornly.

Denver frowned at her. "Put them in. You need to give them more of a try before you declare them impossible." She then reached up and grabbed Jess' left nipple and pinched it.

Jess chirped and tried to pull away, but Denver held on and twisted, making her scream, "Ow! Stop!"

But she didn't. "Going to be a good girl? Wear your pretty contacts?"

"Yes," Jess moaned between gritted teeth.

Denver released her hold and stepped back, smiling victoriously.

"Good. I'm sure you'll get used to them," she said as she walked out, leaving Jess, there massaging her sore breast. Her new nipples were clearly more sensitive to pain too. Thanks to the fricking nanites.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, several minutes later, Aubrey happened to be right outside the door. She smiled, happily. "Your eyes look fantastic. I'm glad you decided to give those contacts another try."

Jess smiled back weakly. Certain that Aubrey didn't know she was coerced into it.

Of course, Denver agreed wholeheartedly with her lover, from her chair across the room.

Out in the resort, Jess received several compliments from people they bumped into, about her 'mesmerizing' blue eyes. They made her feel a bit better about wearing the lenses. And her eyes did seem to get used to the things. No more watering or itching.

She still hated having been forced to wear them, though. They did delight Denver. She was very pleased by how pretty her girlfriend looked with her big blue eyes. She commented on them, herself, often, and was very loving as a result. Jess was relieved by that.

And whenever she looked in a mirror, she had to admit that her eyes did look good, and only a little artificial.

Between her eyes and her nipples, hardly anyone commented on her elf ears. She was happy about that, too.

++++++++++++

That evening after dinner they had settled into the suite to relax after a particularly busy day at the beach, followed by an evening at a bar. They were all water-logged and fairly well drunk.

Aubrey was near to dozing off; while struggling to read the book she'd brought along for entertainment, when Denver stood up and grabbed Jess' hand. She winked at her, as she pulled the reluctant girl to her feet. "Come along Jess I feel like taking a walk.

"Aubrey, you don't mind, do you?"

Aubrey suspected what Denver had in mind, so she simply grunted her acknowledgement.

Jess also assumed Denver wanted some quality time with 'the cock'. Although she was tired and tipsy, she was also horny so she didn't complain as she was led out the door, and down along the pathway.

"We'll find a quiet cabana," Denver mumbled as they walked along, weaving slightly.

It struck Jess, then, that they'd be screwing somewhere they could be discovered. Denver would be riding her cock. It would be exposed, and certainly anyone spotting them in action would understand that there were two girls and one cock.

The thought made her nervous and her pace slowed as she considered the danger.

Denver, gave her hand a yank. "What's wrong? Come along, lover."

"But Dener, someone might see me; my cock."

"The cock will be safely hidden inside me, silly."

"But you'll be riding me. I'm a girl now."

"Oh, stop worrying. It's dark, and the people around here won't freak."

She laughed. "Hell, a lot of the girls just might wait in line for a turn."

Jess, moaned. That's all she needed, a fan club.

Denver continued to drag her along until they finally found an unoccupied little cabana with a nice lounge inside. It was off the trail and mostly hidden by lush greenery. Dim lighting reflected off the pool providing them with enough light to find their way.

It was an idyllic setting for two people making love. But Jess wasn't fully abele to appreciate it.

Denver wasted no time, pushing Jess onto her back and then sprawling out on top of her. They kissed for a while before Denver slithered down to work on Jess' delightful nipples. She could only just make out their shapes under the weak light, but it still turned her on.

And Jess certainly enjoyed the feel of her mouth and tongue. When Denver nibbled on them, Jess groaned and shivered, as the tingling pleasure reached her core. Bless those nanites...

Jess's cock started to hurt, in its confinement and she tried to reach down to slip off her bottoms and gaff, but Denver's body blocked the way.

"What's the matter, dear. The cock want out?"

"Yes," she moaned.

"Allow me. It'll be my pleasure." She added with a sultry giggle.

Denver rolled off to the side and used a free hand to pull first the bikini and then the tight gaff off her lover. She had done it many times before.

Of course, the cock sprung eagerly to life, and Denver giggled delightedly. Clearly, it wanted her as much as she wanted it.

"I saw a couple of guys, today with beautifully large dicks and it made me want you." Denver whispered into Jess' ear.

Jess wasn't sure if she liked that or not, but her cock was embarrassingly ready to oblige her lover.

Giggling happily Denver, herself quite ready, repositioned herself over Jess' naked body, lowered herself down and onto the hard cock, standing proud from between Jess' feminine hips.

And as soon as she hit bottom she began squirming and pumping up and down, enjoying the feel of the thing inside her.

Smiling down, panting slightly, she whispered, "I do prefer making love to pretty and soft girls. But I have to admit I adore the feel of a hard prick. And now you provide both."

Jess, lost in the feelings, and approaching her climax, heard but didn't have a response. She was enjoying being a girl, and at that moment, she was very happy to still have a cock.

She was actually pleased, when Denver excitedly began moaning joyfully as she began orgasming.

That was fast, she thought, before she allowed herself to begin filling her lover with cum. As always, her climax was wonderful. It did seem that the feelings were indeed better than before. When Jason enjoyed them.

Bless those fiendish little nanites.

Denver was sprawled on top of Jess, recovering as they liked to do, when she again began whispering in Jess' ear.

"You know, lover. I can do things with you, and to you, that I could never do with Aubrey. I love her too much.

"But you're unique. I love you too, but since you're not a real girl, and you're so susceptible, I can really play with you."

Jess continued to lay there, now confused, and a little frightened by what she was hearing.

Denver giggled and continued. "I've never had a chance like this before. Your ultimate fantasy was to be a girl. Well, this is my ultimate fantasy. I've dreamed of owning a pet girl like you."

"You don't own me, and I'm not a pet." Jess replied sullenly.

Denver pretended to think about that for a minute. "Well, perhaps you're not my pet. You're more like my dolly."

Jess was shocked. Is that what Denver actually thought of her? Or was it just the alcohol talking. They were both drunk, after all.

She knew that Aubrey and Denver were the real lovers. They'd been deeply in love before he had joined the party. But she was certain that Aubrey loved her.

But this admission by Denver freaked her out, and made her wonder what her life would be like with Denver in charge, and living out her own dream.

A few minutes later, Denver sighed, and crawled off, allowing Jess to sit up. It took her a few minutes to find and pull on her gaff, and bottoms.

As soon as she was dressed, Denver grabbed her hand and led her back to their suite.

Jess was relieved that nobody had seen them and made a scene. She had also enjoyed the screwing, but she came away still worried about Denver's comments.

Back in the room, Aubrey was asleep, so they quietly cleaned up and crawled into bed. Jess laid silently, while Denver rested her head on her chest, and sucked on one of her nipples, for a while. Jess enjoyed the feelings generated, but she was too tired and troubled to really appreciate it.

Eventually both of them drifted off.

++++++++++++

Even though the sun was shining on yet another day in paradise, and they had a limited number of days remaining in their vacation, that morning they simply stayed in bed, dozing and recovering.

Denver was the first one to really stir, and when she returned from a trip to the bathroom, Aubrey took her turn to relieve herself.

Coming back, feeling much better, she crawled back into the bed and right on top of her lover. Denver giggled, as the two of them began kissing and groping each other.

Jess, now fully awake, watched for a few minutes, as the cock, tried to grow, but frustratingly failed. It would never be allowed out with Aubrey present. But still it was a wonderfully erotic sight, and Jess wanted to participate.

After a while, she slid over and joined the other two, who welcomed her and pulled her into the group hug. Their hands were all over each other, and they took turns kissing each other adoringly and passionately. Fingers caressed the two pussies, but not the cock. Although, when Aubrey began kissing and licking Jess' nipple, she really loved that.

For a while Denver sucked on Jess' the other side, and she even nibbled just a little applying sharp teeth to make her squirm and groan.

Lovingly, after the girls had released her nipps, Jess slid down to lick Aubrey to an orgasm. She did it lovingly and adoringly, after all, Aubrey was the woman she had always loved.

While Jess had her head buried in Aubrey's puss, she and Denver were kissing, passionately.

Jess also felt someone's hand running through her hair, massaging her scalp, and pressing her face more deeply into the crotch in front of her.

She assumed it was Aubrey's, but she wasn't quite sure.

After Aubrey orgasmed, Jess slowly and tenderly licked her clean, and then began to roll off intending to crawl back up, but she was prevented from moving upwards when a hand grabbed her air and pulled her sideways toward Denver's crotch.

She knew what that meant, so she slithered over a couple of legs to reposition over the other pussy in the bed.

She thought she hear Denver giggle, "good girl," as she began kissing her pussy.

It was a lovely puss, and she did love Denver, even though she was also frightened by her.

Jess did enjoy making love to her, so she did her best to grant her as lovely an orgasm as she could.

Denver certainly seemed to enjoy herself, and she shivered and groaned excitedly as she climaxed, while running her fingers through her hair.

They took their time recovering and cleaning up, before heading out for breakfast. Aubrey and Denver were particularly radiant. While Jess, with the big blue contacts in her eyes, looked brighter than she felt. Unlike her companions, she hadn't had a morning orgasm.

++++++++++++

"Aubrey why don't you take another spa day while I take Jess back to the clinic for her final check-up," Denver said, that morning before breakfast.

"Oh, I didn't know. I can come along. Or I can take her."

"Naw. She and I have made the trip so many times, already. We'll be fine. You enjoyed the spa so much the last time."

"I did," she admitted.

"Then make the call."

Jess couldn't remember any mention of an appointment, but Denver had taken care of most of the scheduling during the past month, she didn't question those trips. And it did make sense. Her body had been through so much. And it had all worked out perfectly as far as she could tell.

++++++++++++

A couple hours later they walked out together, with Aubrey headed for another happy day of pampering, while Denver lead Jess back for yet another visit to the clinic.

Jess walked into the clinic a few minutes later, resigned to whatever came next. She'd spent so much time in the place, most of it happily transformative, but nonetheless the memories were painful.

After She'd once again been prodded, scanned and groped, by a doctor and a couple of nurses. She and Denver were moved to another treatment room where a nurse gave her one last injection in the ass.

Then she had Jess climb onto a gynecological table and place her feet into the infernal stirrups. It was a new experience for her, and she was confused, and embarrassed by the situation.

"Just lay quietly and let me work," the nurse advised, and Jess felt her warm hands on her balls and cock.

There was a pinching and an odd weight positioned around the base of her cock and balls.

"There, all done. That won't be coming off any time soon."

"Huh?"

Denver stepped up next to the nurse. "Great, thanks. I'll take it from here,"

"You sure?" the woman asked, uncertainly.

"Yes."

The nurse shrugged. "Okay, then I'll leave you to it." And she headed for the door, leaving them alone in the room.

After the door had closed, Denver held up a little package.

"I decided that I didn't want a lover with a cock, after all," Denver explained. "At least not one who could whip it out for a quick fuck whenever she wanted."

Jess looked at her confused. What now?

"I don't understand," she finally muttered.

Denver patted her on the hip. "I also ordered this to make it easier for Aubrey. She's still not comfortable sleeping with a cock, even if it's attached to a girl. One she loves."

"But..."

"This is designed for full-time wear. So, she won't have to worry."

Jess was still confused and worried, as well.

Denver leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. "I'll be your keyholder. We'll be able to enjoy a good fuck whenever I feel the need."

Horrified, Jess realized what she was talking about. Oh, hell no!

"But what if I feel the need?" she groaned.

"You can ask, or even beg, and I might agree. If you've been a good girl, that is." She chuckled, now sounding diabolical.

Jess was horrified by the prospect. She was also shocked. There had never, ever been any discussion of chastity, but it was clear that's what Denver was talking about now.

Denver had always been the girl in charge, but this was going too far. Even if it would make Aubrey feel better.

She sat there stunned, contemplating jumping up and running. But then what?

Perhaps she shouldn't have chosen to keep Jason's cock.

Denver had paused for a moment, standing there watching her. Jess thought she might even be expecting some revolt.

"And in case you ever try and fight me on this..."

"I wouldn't," she promised, automatically. At least she didn't think she ever would. She couldn't see herself fighting with either Denver or Aubrey. Especially now that she was a girl.

Denver ignored her assurances. "It comes with a nanite package that enforces compliance."

"Huh?"

"That injection. The new set of nanites will punish you if you break the rules."

"What rules?" she asked, fearfully. "And what punishment?"

"You're not allowed to remove the cup, unless I grant permission with a cellphone app."

"Why?" Jess moaned. But Denver ignored her.

"And you're only allowed out of the cage for one hour per session. Then you have to reinstall it over your little prick."

"What? Why?

"I thought you loved me."

Denver thought for a moment, then took a deep breath. "I do love you, Jess. But I decided this would be best for Aubrey, and for us.

"I'll be a gentle keyholder."

"I don't need a keyholder," she complained.

Denver chuckled. "Well, my dolly, you have one anyway."

Jess flinched. Denver was back describing her as 'her dolly'. Shit!

She took a deep breath trying to calm herself, and wrap her head around the whole situation.

"But how does it 'enforce' the rules?" She finally asked, nervously.

Denver giggled. "It's actually quite clever. Don't worry, there's no pain involved.

"If the cage is removed without permission, or if it isn't returned to its rightful place within the allowed timeframe, the nanites will make you incontinent."

"What?" Back to being horrified.

She chuckled again. "Yes dear, if you violate the removal or one-hour rules, you'll lose control of your bladder, and pee yourself, for the next twenty-four hours. Or longer."

"No!" Jess groaned, stunned and mortified. "You can't do that to me!" she shrieked.

Denver smiled, contritely. "Too late. The nanites are in place and the clock is ticking."

She actually giggled. "Your cock clock, that is.

"Within the hour we have to put you in your cage."

She opened the package and pulled out a solid pink device. It was tiny, and Jess was unable to get a good look.

"This is easy. You'll be able to do it yourself from now on. But I'll take care of you this time."

And she moved between Jess' spread legs, still resting in the stirrups

Panicky, Jess tried to lift her feet out, and close herself, but too late. Denver grabbed her cock and used it to hold her in place. "Stop moving, you idiot. Didn't you hear me? Without this, you'll have to wear diapers!"

That shocked her. She hadn't thought about the implications of incontinence enforced by the nanites.

Without control of her bladder, she'd have to wear diapers like a baby. Or in her case, a little girl. Shit!

"Please don't," she whined anyway, sounding pathetic, just like a little girl.

Denver sighed. "I'm sorry Jess dear, but it's necessary, and too late now. This has to be done."

She then positioned the cup over her shrunken cock and balls and locked it in place. It was a very tight fit. Jess' cock was squashed up against her crotch.

She moaned, pained by the crushing and by her predicament.

Contented, Denver stepped back. "I admit, I don't understand all the mechanics. The cup is magnetic, I think. And the nanites hold the mount in place against your skin, and monitor the cup's installation."

"Like I said, the keyholder, me, can grant release with my phone. It's foolproof."

Jess sat up as best she could to take a look.

The cup was tiny. It covered her cock and balls completely and tightly. She wondered if it pushed her balls up inside her, to make space for her poor dick. She'd never be able to get hard with that thing secured in place. It included a short vertical slit for pee to drain. It almost looked like a woman's mound. She had no cock at all.

"See how well that works? You won't have any unsightly bulge, and since it's some sort of space-age ceramic, it won't ever rust or set off a TSA scan," Denver explained proudly.

Jess reached down to feel herself and her new cover. It was smooth and small and the mounting ring set around the base of her cock and balls held it tightly and securely in place. There was no way she could get hard. Not the least little bit. It would probably hurt terribly if she even tried. I'm so fucked!

Denver gave her a couple minutes to explore. "Alright, that's enough, come on let's get out of here."

She then Pulled her out of the chair and handed over her bikini bottoms. I want to see how these look now. You won't have to tuck. And no more gaff."

"Theres's nothing to tuck," Jess moaned as she slipped her legs in and pulled the panties up and over her new arrangement.

Sure enough, when they were in place, the slight bulge looked like many women's mons and pussy hump.

Denver was delighted. Jess was terribly depressed.

She tried to think of a way out, but there didn't seem to be any. Damn it all! She'd have to find some way to escape. She couldn't live like this, could she? Jason had never fantasized about chastity games. It wasn't one of his fetishes.

Maybe Aubrey would help. She's seen her talk Denver out of some things.

Denver held her hand as they walked out to catch the shuttle back to the resort. Jess, didn't sense any trouble from her crotch. The cup thing held her tightly, but she could walk just fine.

And sitting in the shuttle van wasn't an issue either.

But when they arrived at the resort's main building, Jess spotted a sexy woman, covered in insanely erotic tattoos, and naturally her cock reacted, and that hurt! It tried to swell, but there was absolutely no room so it just ached.

As surreptitiously as she could, she slid her free hand down to her crotch and tried to comfort herself but it was no use. The cup was tight and solidly attached to her body. Damn!

Her frustration and the pain shrunk her poor cock back down and the ache eased.

"I can't live like this," she hissed, quietly to Denver.

"With your cock covered? Of course you can. Get used to it." Denver replied, coolly.

A couple minutes later, as they were nearing the suite, Denver gave her hand a squeeze.

"Let's not tell Aubrey about the penalty aspect of your new covering. No need to bother her. Just let her know that you're secure. And it was done to keep her comfortable."

Jess was still too upset to argue, so she just mumbled her agreement.

She didn't know anymore where she stood, especially with Denver. In effect the woman had complete control of her sex. Without Denver's consent, she could never cum. Hell, she couldn't even get hard. And although she had learned to love the woman, now she wasn't sure how she felt about her.

Aubrey was apparently still at the spa when they stepped into the room, so when Jess collapsed onto the bed, Denver left her, to go out onto the patio to catch some rays.

Jess was happy about that; she didn't want to be around her new 'keyholder'.

After Denver had settled on a lounge chair on the patio, Jess got up and ducked into the bathroom to examine her crotch more closely.

Looking in the mirror, she had to admit that her chastity cup did a good job of hiding her cock, and looking more like a girl's small bulge, than a man's big one. At least there was that.

She was used to sitting to pee, like a girl, but now she had no choice in the matter.

She figured she'd have to be careful though, as she couldn't clean the last of the pee from underneath the cover without a shower, a dip in the pool, or a rinse from a small squirt bottle. The nurse had provided one of those, along with instructions before they'd left the clinic. She hadn't paid much attention, but now she understood. Something else to hate about her new arrangement.

Tears in her eyes, she wandered back into the bedroom, and curled up back on the bed, trying to figure out how she could get free. She'd have to call Victoria to see if the clinic could reverse the process.

For a moment she wondered if she could get a copy of the app for her phone. At least then she'd be able to gain access to her own sex. But she figured that a 'keyholder' app would never be provided to the wearer. Damn!

+++++++++++

Aubrey returned a couple hours later, looking radiant. She'd again enjoyed the pampering session immensely.

"Jess, baby, you have to come with me the next time I go to that place. It's wonderful," she told him as she walked over to the bed.

But when Aubrey saw her lying there sullenly, she grew concerned.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

Having heard Aubrey come in, Denver entered from the patio.

"She's got one final enhancement, and she's trying to get used to it." Denver then climbed onto the bed, unceremoniously pushed Jess onto her back, and pulled her bikini bottoms off.

Jess, didn't resist. Nor did she try to comment. What could she say? 'Get me out of this?'

When Aubrey got a look at Jess' crotch she was at first confused, then shocked.

She leaned onto the bed for a closer look. "Jess, what did you do? I thought you wanted to keep your cock."

"I do, it's still there. Locked inside the cup."

"But why?"

"It wasn't my idea." She moaned, sullenly.

Denver spoke up. "It was mine. I know how much you hate seeing that thing. How threatening it can be. So, I had her fitted.

"Now you don't have to worry, and she and I can still have fun. When we feel the need."

Jess didn't add, 'when she feels the need.' She just knew that would always be the case.

"I don't think it's necessary." Aubrey muttered. She didn't like the thought that her brother, now sister, had her sex locked away, to appease her personal phobia. She couldn't help her feelings, and they did seem to be fading as time passed. She hoped that would continue, and that she'd eventually be able to accept Jess' cock.

Denver replied. "Of course it is. I want you to be happy and comfortable around our girl, here." She got up and pulled her partner into a hug and a kiss. To emphasize her point.

"You'll sleep better now. All three of us, comfortably together in the same bed is so nice."

"I guess." Aubrey replied, but she didn't sound convinced or happy.

Jess decided she was pleased that Aubrey would feel better, but she hated her new arrangement. She remembered some mention, at some point, that the nanites only lived for about five years, before they died. Was she doomed to suffer like this for that long? God help me!

Neither Denver, nor Jess provided Aubrey with the other details of the scheme, and she didn't think to ask.

+++++++++++

That night in bed, both Denver and Jess noticed a slight change in Aubrey, she did seem just a bit more relaxed.

That realization did indeed make Jess feel a little better. She still wanted out, though, and she planned to contact Victoria as soon as she could in the morning. She'd make a call on her island phone, as soon as she could.

The three of them had cuddled and kissed and ultimately made love. Aubrey and Denver both enjoyed multiple orgasms, some of them provided by Jess. But she didn't cum. She couldn't even get hard. Each time she became excited, her tightly confined cock ached until she pushed any thought of cumming out of her head. That was difficult and distracting, and it made it even harder for her to get any enjoyment out of the session. Even the satisfaction of giving her lovers pleasure was muted.

She fell asleep, afterwards, frustrated, disappointed, and angry, too.

++++++++++

First thing in the morning, while Denver was in the bathroom, Jess took her phone outside for privacy and placed the call. She was relieved when Victoria answered.

"HI, I'm glad I caught you," Jess said.

"I just got in; what can I do for you, Jess?" Victoria asked. She sounded friendly enough, but a little out of breath, like she actually had just walked in the door.

Jess had, during the night, assembled a script for the call. She explained that she had a severe case of buyer's remorse, and wanted the chastity cup removed. It all sounded perfectly reasonable to her. She made no mention that it was Denver's idea, and that she was the official keyholder.

But Victoria, quickly dashed her hopes.

"I'm sorry Jess, didn't they explain to you that as a rule, we don't remove or undo, any enhancement, or installation we've implemented for one of our guests. That's all covered in the agreements.

"In your case, as in all nanite fittings, the little devices' lifespan is around five years. Then the chastity cup can be removed and discarded if you choose. Or you can visit us again for a refresh of the nanite package."

"So, it can't be detached?" Jess whined.

"Um, no. That's why the company calls themselves 'Chasti-Permalock'.

Jess sighed, hugely disappointed. I'm so screwed.

She did have a back-up plan, though. "We forgot to get a copy of the keyholder app for my own phone. Can I get that? It will make things less inconvenient."

"Hmm, let me check on that. My computer is just booting up. Hold on."

Jess waited quietly and impatiently for Victoria's computer to do its thing.

Finally, she heard Victoria's keyboard clacking.

"I'm sorry Jess, the way your device was configured, Denver has the app, and only she is allowed to have it."

"Really?"

"Yes, that's the standard approach, with chastity devices. Only the designated keyholder has access to the app. The wearer has no control."

Jess, understood. That was the way chastity cages were supposed to work. But she wasn't into chastity!

She moaned. "Alright. I guess I'm stuck this way."

"I'm afraid so," Victoria replied, and she did sound sympathetic. Jess figured she knew and understood the way things stood. That was embarrassing.

Jess went back inside, feeling terrible. She crawled back into the bed, where Aubrey was still sleeping. Apparently, her sleep was light enough that Jess' movement disturbed her. She stirred and rolled over, draping herself over her girlfriend. The feel of her and the affection made Jess feel a bit better.

+++++++++++

Just an hour later they were all ready for breakfast.

Jess was still depressed and trying to figure out how to get rid of her chastity cup.

She did have to admit that her bikini bottoms fit her much better with the cup covering her genitals. And as long as she didn't get excited, it was more comfortable than keeping her cock tucked. But whenever she got even the slightest bit aroused, the cover became very uncomfortable.

That was bad enough when they were outside amongst all the beautiful and sexy women there at the resort. It was worse when the three of them were in bed, loving each other. She had become accustomed to providing oral service to both Denver and Aubrey, she'd performed that service ever since they started sleeping together in the same bed.

With her cock tucked and hidden out of the way by her gaff and panties, performing like that was uncomfortable, but not exactly painful. Now with her cock held so tightly by the damned cup, it was painful. Terribly so.

After the first night together, Aubrey seemed to relax even more, and by the fourth night Jess was surprised when she wound up in the middle, with Denver on one side and Aubrey comfortably cuddled up against her on the other.

At one point Aubrey's hand actually slid down to rest on her covered genitals. Almost as if she was verifying that there was no exposed cock exposed. Her hand rested there for a few moments before it moved back up to cup one of Jess' breasts. That felt really nice.

+++++++++++

Several days later, with the end of their vacation drawing near, they decided to finally make the trip over to the aptly named 'fetish resort'.

They were all curious as to what fantastic and kinky porn they might see over there. They'd heard the stories from other guests, and wanted to see for themselves before they headed home.

They took the shuttle over, mid-morning, and began exploring and peoplewatching. And there was indeed a lot to see.

The three lovely ladies were a hit, even though there was nothing fetishy about them.

Jess couldn't help but get aroused by some of the sights, there were a lot of erotic, exotic and unique people on display.

Some of them were even only barely people. They saw a woman who was almost more reindeer than human. She had antlers, hooves, and a tail, and her brown and speckled body certainly looked like an animal's.

They overheard that she lived full-time on the island and worked there at the resort.

Jess wasn't surprised, how could she ever go back to civilization and walk the streets looking like she did.

Jason's fantasies had only focused on becoming a woman, he'd certainly seen porn involving other kinks, but it hadn't really interested him. But the things Jess was now seeing, live and in person, were truly astounding and arousing, but with her cock so constrained, she couldn't allow herself to dream about any of them.

As they walked around, Denver delighted in pointing out girls who were caught up in the more bizarre practices. Aubrey found some of them vaguely interesting, but many more were far too unfathomable to be the least bit attractive.

It was Aubrey though, who spotted the woman walking on a parallel path, the other side of a narrow part of the pool.

When she surreptitiously pointed her out to the other two, it took them a while to figure out what was so special about her, but when she passed out of the shadow of a tree they could see. Denver gasped, "Ooh, sexy." While Jess simply moaned, "wow."

The woman was a devil! She had a lovely body, like so many others, but fitter, more muscular, and her skin was covered in red outlined scales; like a fish, or a dragon.

Her long hair was raven black, and two horns stuck up out of her forehead, at the hairline. She also had a long tail - typical devil, ending in a spade-shape.

"Unbelievable. A real devil-woman." Aubrey muttered. "Are those tattoos?"

"That would be my guess. But the tail. How is it attached?" Denver replied.

"It swings so naturally. I don't see any straps," Jess said, curious and fascinated. Damn she looked sexy, in an evil way. It made her cock strain against the damned cup, and it hurt. Really hurt.

Just then, the devil woman happened to glance their way and she smiled at them and waved.

The three of them all blushed, realizing that they had been standing, frozen in place, staring. They all felt stupidly silly.

Denver waved back for all of them. And they turned away to continue their walk.

"Damn, she was sexy," Denver muttered. "Jess, she'd probably eat you alive."

Aubrey giggled, "but you'd probably enjoy it, wouldn't you, little sis."

They wandered around the grounds, peoplewatching. The resort was as nice as theirs, although the pool was smaller and less elaborate.

The big difference was the other guests. Whereas at their more conventional resort, only around twenty percent fit into the category of fetishy; around this place, fully half of the men and women were wrapped up in some sort of fetish, as evidenced by their behavior, their body or their outfitting.

They truly felt like tourists in some Bavarian town, full of fascinating medieval sights. If they'd been allowed to keep their cellphones, they'd have been taking photos non-stop.

The devil woman was just a sample.

After exploring the grounds, overwhelmed by all that they'd seen, they stopped at a restaurant for lunch. Of course, it didn't interrupt their gawking.

While they ate and watched, they discussed the many things they'd seen that had fascinated them. Denver was the most vocal, she'd enjoyed nearly everyone and everything she'd seen.

Aubrey had been impressed by some of the women she'd observed, there were a lot of glorious bodies and faces on display.

Jess, had also appreciated many of the beautiful women, but the ache in her cock, kept her from getting too excited. It was frustrating and it made her angry. The anger actually helped her control her libido.

After their meal they resumed their wandering, and found their way to the beach. Aubrey suggested they go for a swim to relax and get away from the pornographic sights. Jess agreed readily, she needed to cool off.

A couple hours later, back in the courtyard, they met a pony-girl with her husband. The pair were sitting casually at a table in a bar when the trio walked in, thirsty and looking for a spot to sit and watch for a while.

Denver led her girlfriends over to a table next to the interesting ponygirl, and after they'd settled, she struck up a conversation with the guy. The girl had a bit in her mouth so talking to her would have been difficult.

Matthew, friendly enough and interested in the three pretty females, he readily introduced himself, as well as Daisey, his wife and pony.

With little prompting, he told their story.

This was their second visit to the fet resort. On their first, the previous year, Daisey had attended the resort's ponyplay school, and come away a well-trained ponygirl.

"So, this year she's back in full pony mode. We love it."

Aubrey wondered if Daisey loved it as much as Matthew did. She couldn't imagine living and being treated like a horse.

"Back home, it's difficult for her to spend more than a weekend in her hooves and harness."

"I can imagine," Aubrey said.

"But she enjoys it?" Denver asked, clearly fascinated.

Matthew nodded. "She certainly does. It was always a fantasy of hers. And last year she got to live it completely for the first time. She learned to enjoy a ponygirl existence. It took her a while, didn't it my love?"

Daisey nodded and stomped once.

"That's a 'yes'," he explained. "Twice is a no.

"Ponies, particularly here on the island, aren't allowed to speak. They're also discouraged from sitting amongst the humans, but I allow it.

"Daisey, my love, why don't you stand so our new friends can see how magnificent you are."

To Jess, he sounded like a proud pet owner, which she supposed he was. Daisey the pony was more pet than person.

The pretty pony, didn't hesitate. She stood up on her hooves and stepped out from behind the table, clip-clop.

The three girls were astounded. None of them had ever imagined a woman like her. She seemed perfectly comfortable with her ponygirl role.

Not only were her feet covered in tall hoof boots, her hands were also secured into leather gloves that ended in similar hooves. She held them in front of her, elbows bent, on clear display.

Jess was bemused, the hooves meant she couldn't do anything for herself. Mathew would have to do everything for her. He must be a dedicated and attentive owner. He must really love her.

Daisey's harness wasn't leather, something else, but it looked like something a real horse would be buckled into. Straps wrapped around her torso, and ran up between her legs. Her breasts were framed, but free to sway. A thick band wrapped her waist, very much like the waist cincher they'd bought for Jess.

It was her head harness, her bridle, that looked the most formidable. Thinner straps wrapped around her head, over nose and across her cheeks, and it all held a bit in her mouth, between her teeth. Reins drooped form the bit and then over her shoulders to dangle on her back. Ready for her master to use to control her movements.

Mounted on the band that ran across the top of her head were a pair of leather horse ears.

"Her ears look cute. Just like my Jess'," Denver said.

Matthew smiled and nodded, contented. "I do love her this way. And she loves it too. It was a wonder that we found each other and that we share the same fetish."

From opposite sides, Jess thought. Daisey had the hard part.

After she'd finished showing off, or being shown off, Daisey sat back down, and Matthew went back to explaining their relationship and lifestyle. He seemed happy and proud, and clearly enjoyed telling their story.

"We'd only been married for a year when we watched a video, and both of us had been fascinated by the star, a ponygirl who enjoyed life as a pretty pony.

"I fell in love with the idea, and Donna, who had been enjoying her role as my sex slave wife, agreed to give it a try.

"She spent almost two weeks in the stables, here, training to be a pretty and compliant pony, and we've been enjoying ponyplay ever since.

"We even set up a stable for her back home. It's comfortable, yet realistic as well. She spends hours in there, whiling away her days, without a care in the world.

"She doesn't get bored?" Aubrey asked.

He smiled. "Daisey. Do you get bored hanging out in your stable?"

Two stomps.

Jess wondered if she was being truthful, but there was no way to ask for details. Ponies apparently don't have the opportunity to tell their side of things.

"And we have a little paddock, where when the weather's nice, she can enjoy the fresh air," he added.

Aubrey wondered what the neighbors might think. Hopefully the 'paddock' was private.

"What about the rest of her time," Denver asked, curiously.

"Out and about, she usually wears a light harness, beneath her normal clothes. Along with her lovely hoof boots.

"The musical clip-clop sounds she makes as she walks along on her hooves is delightful.

"When we're out, they're always an attention getter."

Jess could think of a lot more questions, but she decided she didn't really want to hear the answers. It was just too weird. She couldn't imagine living like that.

Denver, though remained fascinated. "So, she prefers being a pony more than a sex slave?"

"Yes," he replied, before turning to Daisey, who nodded and stomped a hoof, once, in agreement.

"When we talk about it, she maintains that her life is even easier now. Before, she was always worried about pleasing me. As a pony she just has to do what she's told. Her life is much simpler. She just has to play her role, and she's grown used to that.

"Hell, with her fore-hooves, no hands, she can't do much. Chores are out of the question. I have to take care of everything around the house. It's much harder on me."

Was he really looking for sympathy? Aubrey wondered.

Their discussion was interrupted by the server bringing another round of drinks to Matthew and Daisey.

After he'd left, Matthew shifted over to his pony, reached up and unbuckled one side of her bit, letting it dangle from the other side. Once it was out, he used a napkin to gently and lovingly wipe her mouth for her. Then he sat back for a couple minutes while she worked to loosen her jaw.

When she looked up at him, he leaned back close and they kissed long and lovingly. Aubrey was impressed; the woman did clearly love him.

When he sat back, both of them were smiling at each other.

Picking up her wine glass, he gave her a drink, and then whispered, "you can speak, my dear. But keep it quiet. We don't want to get in trouble with the resort."

Then he turned to the girls. "The resort frowns on ponygirls speaking. It's against their rules."

Daisey turned and scanned each of them. "I have learned to enjoy being a pony. It's an easy life. I laze around all day, helpless, and restrained," she muttered, quietly.

"And you're happy that way?" Jess asked, curious and concerned.

Daisey stomped, and then laughed. "Sorry, that's automatic, now. But I have gotten accustomed to living the simple carefree life.

"Like my husband said, I lived to serve as a slave, before. And that was a lot of work," she paused to chuckle. "Well, I wouldn't call it work, actually. It was a responsibility, that constantly consumed me. Taking care of my man's every want and wish, was difficult."

Matthew chuckled, and provided her with another sip.

She swallowed, before adding. "Now by simply being a pony, I make him happy."

She leaned over inviting another kiss, which they shared, again lovingly.

"And don't let him paint it as something worse than it is. My 'stable' is a wonderful little guest-house just outside the back door of the residence. It's made to look like a stable, rustic and western, but it's comfortable and convenient. I have a real bed, and a closet full of pretty tack.

"My human clothes are inside the main house, in my closet."

At that point, Matthew gave her another sip from her glass, and then reached over to pull her bit back in between her teeth. She accepted it without comment or resistance.

"It's been nice visiting with you, but we need to get going. Daisey has a date over at the stables."

He stood up and grabbing his wife's reins, pulled her to her feet - hooves.

"Date?" Denver asked, probingly. Something had interested her when he mentioned 'date'.

He turned and winked. Then muttered "breeding", and then turned to head off.

The girls wished them a final farewell, and then watched as he led his pony out of the bar and down one of the pathways.

After they'd left, Denver turned to her lovers. "Breeding, eh? That could be fun to watch."

"Nope," Aubrey replied disgustedly, and Jess nodded her agreement.

"Spoil sport," Denver said laughing.

Later as they sat on the boardwalk admiring the ocean view, Denver grabbed Jess' hand.

"We could sign you up for the pony program, for our next visit."

"Don't be silly," Aubrey scolded.

"I could never live like that!" Jess replied adamantly.

"You never thought you'd be living as a girl. And here you are. Why not take it another step further?"

Jess just shook her head. "Nope."

"Definitely nope," Aubrey agreed. "Den, sometimes you scare me. Jess isn't your toy, any more than I am."

Denver turned to kiss her lover. "I never, ever, thought of you that way. I love you."

Aubrey smiled. "And Jess?"

"Well..."

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They were walking toward the shuttle stop, heading back to their suite. It was getting late, and they were planning on cleaning up before dinner back at their resort. But all thoughts of home were forgotten when they almost bumped into the same devil woman, coming around the corner toward them with a man in tow.

She was parading grandly along, clip-clopping. Jess noticed for the first time that she was wearing boots that ended in cloven hooves. Very devilish.

Behind her walked a naked man, being led by a leash attached to his cock!

After staring for a moment, she realized that he had a large ring mounted int the tip of his prick. A 'Prince Albert' piercing, if she remembered correctly. That can't be comfortable.

Jess also noticed that the guy didn't have any arms. He did have a leather collar with a ring dangling beneath his chin. Very much like a slave. The leash should be attached there, she thought.

As they came face-to-face, they began shuffling to make way for each other and it became the silly dance it always seemed to do, when people met on narrow walkways.

The devil woman laughed, as did Denver.

"We should make way for such a striking diablo," Denver said apologetically.

"Nonsense. You three make such an angelic grouping," she replied while stopping directly in front of them.

"I'm Ammit. And he's my Serf. At least when I'm the perfect devil. At home we're Allison and Steve," she said as she reached out to shake hands.

Her nails were long and black, of course, and her grip was strong.

"Pleased and impressed to meet you Ammit." Denver replied. "I'm Denver and my lovers are Aubrey and Jess.

"We saw you earlier and were captivated by your, um, body."

Ammit giggled. Although she looked otherworldly, her laugh was pretty, and human.

When another couple came along the five of them stepped aside to let them pass, continuing their little visit.

Ammit took the opportunity to examine the threesome. She settled on Jess, because of her cute nipples and in particular her elvish ears.

Jess noticed and blushed. The woman was certainly intimidating.

The devil smiled and nodded at her, before launching into an explanation. She knew how fascinated people could be. "He's responsible for my devil persona. He used to call me his little devil, because I tortured him so. In bed that is.

"I love teasing him until he begs for my pussy, or ass. And only if he's a good boy, and I'm in the mood will I fuck him.

"He eventually began begging me to go all the way, and become the devil-woman he adored.

"I liked the idea, so we made the commitment. I'd become Ammit. And he'd become my serf. But If I had to do all this," and she waved her hand up and down her impressive body, "he'd have to sacrifice his arms. You might not be able to see, but they're held in a reverse prayer position up his back. He's gotten used to it, and to being so very helpless to his personal devil."

"Wow," Aubrey muttered, in awe of the pair and their bizarre lifestyle.

Denver too was surprised, shocked really, but she was also pervertedly curious.

"We were just heading to a favorite place for dinner, I'd love it if you'd join us. I do get tired of feeding my boy here. He's such a helpless stud. It would be grand if one of you could handle that so I could enjoy my meal without that distraction."

Denver, mesmerized by the kinky pair accepted the invitation happily. "We'd be delighted, and I'm certain Jess would be happy to feed your pet."

Denver gave Jess a look that made it clear that she had no choice in the matter.

Aubrey saw, and giggled. Poor Jess, she thought. But like her lover, she was intrigued by the woman in front of them, and she certainly didn't want to feed the guy, even if his cock was ringed and leashed.

"Excellent, and thank you for your kind acceptance of us and our game."

"We met a ponygirl, earlier, and with her hooves, she couldn't feed herself either." Aubrey said.

"Ah, they can be attractive, and well behaved as well," Ammit replied, casually.

"If you'd follow along, it's not far."

She led off down a side path, with her Surf trailing close behind. He had no choice in the matter.

The three of them fell in behind, getting a good look at Ammit's tail, and Serf's arms bound tightly with wrists attached to the back of his collar.

Her tail was indeed attached to the top of her ass crack, as if it was a permanent part of her. As she clopped along, it swayed gracefully back and forth behind her.

Serf, was clearly helpless and well controlled by his leash. As he walked behind his mistress, her tail whipped him, gently. He was apparently used to it, as he didn't flinch or complain.

The three of them looked at each other and shrugged collectively. This could be fun, Denver was thinking. Jess, though was not looking forward to feeding the poor guy, with his devilish wife, even if he adored her. It was still bizarre.

Ammit, drawing stares as she led the parade, took them to a nice restaurant, where they found a round table that accommodated them, tightly. Jess wound up sitting next to Serf, very closely, thighs and shoulders touching. She hated it but Denver and Ammit forced it upon them.

Ammit had continued to lead and control her Serf via his cock leash. And once he was seated, she draped her end around her chair's arm, like a cowboy with the reins of a horse. She also had to arrange her tail so it wasn't crushed by the back of her chair. The thing wound up draped off a back corner.

As soon as they were all seated a server appeared and they ordered drinks and then food. The devil ordered for her serf.

They then began a simple conversation about the island and their stay, like any normal group of vacationers.

But every time Jess looked at Ammit, she couldn't help but be both fascinated and repelled. How could she live like that?

It wasn't until they had been served their drinks and Jess had held up his glass so he could sip through a straw that Serf turned to Jess and spoke for the first time. "Thank you for feeding me," he said, quietly.

Then he added, "you three are beautiful,"

"You're welcome, and thank you," Jess replied, tentatively. She was having trouble figuring the guy out. He apparently enjoyed his role as the devil's slave.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked, curious about that aspect. It certainly seemed like Ammit was very dominating, while he was totally the opposite. When she compared them to her and Denver, she felt much better about her own situation.

He smiled self-consciously. "Yes. Believe it or not, I'm happy with my life, and I love Allison with all my heart. When she's Ammit, it's even more fun."

"Really?"

He shrugged. "Yes, I'm demented, I know, but I enjoy belonging to such a glorious devil woman.

"She does look fantastic, doesn't she." To him it was apparently more of a statement than a question

And Jess had to admit, Ammit did look erotic and only a little evil.

She then thought to ask him about her other frighteningly uncomfortable issue. "But being led around by your cock?"

He blushed and stuttered, before dropping to a whisper. "I do hate that. If I'm not very careful, it can hurt terribly. But I committed to my role when she agreed to become a devil. And I have little choice now."

While they had been holding their little chat, the three women had been discussing Ammit's devilish body. Jess, also curious about her, broke away to listen in.

"I can remove the horns and tail, they just leave little studs, that I hide with my bangs and under my clothes."

"But with them mounted, and dark makeup, I become Ammit. The ancient Egyptian devil woman. I enjoy playing the part, and showing off my body. I'm an exhibitionist as well as a dominant bitch," she said with a laugh. "And it's fun."

"How often do you visit? Are you only Ammit when you're here?" Aubrey asked. She still couldn't understand why a pretty woman would do that to her body. It was one thing to act the devil. Be a dominating bitch, but to decorate your body to look the part, was truly bizarre as far as she was concerned.

But then it struck her; Jason had completely changed his body, to live out his fantasy. Isn't that what Allison had done?

"Oh, we come down here a couple of times per year, since I started playing Ammit. But at home, on weekends, I often become Ammit, so I can enjoy myself.

"Otherwise, we live like any other couple. He gets his arms back and I remove my horns and tail. My clothes cover my scales."

Denver was impressed. The very kinky woman, and her equally twisted husband were living their dream, as weird as it was. Good for them

Ammit took a moment to glance lovingly over toward her Serf. "Thank you, Jess, for feeding my pet. It's a tedious chore, but he does need his nourishment."

Jess smiled weakly and nodded, as she shoveled another mouthful into his mouth.

"I love your ears, by the way. Did you have them done here?"

"Yes," Jess replied. She didn't add that it wasn't her choice, or that she didn't like them at all.

'I adore them," Denver said delightedly. "She's my elf."

"They're so cute, they look delightful on her."

She paused, to think for moment. "They'd look perfect on me. Many devils also have pointy ears." Ammit commented, speculatively.

The devil spent the next while answering Denver's question about her decorated body. A couple of years agio she's spent several weeks there at the fet resort, spending hours being tattooed. All the little scales had been outlined and colored.

During that time the clinic had also inserted and anchored the studs that would hold her horns and tail in place. Those were anchored to her skull and tail-bone and the ones in her head protruded about a centimeter, while the larger one in her ass stood out two centimeters.

"I don't mind my horns. I think they look formidable and erotic. It's the tail that can be troublesome. It gets in the way when I want sit or lay down, gets caught in doors, and on occasion some dolt grabs it and pulls. That hurts and pisses me off!"

"I can imagine," Aubrey replied, consolingly.

"And the boots?" Denver prompted her.

Ammit chuckled. "They work well when I kick the tail-pulling ass-holes."

They all laughed.

"And every self-respecting devil has cloven hooves. It's a requirement, and I've gotten quite used to them."

"They do look sexy," Denver agreed.

They were just finishing their meals, and Aubrey was thinking it was about time to head back to their suite, when a guy staggered over toward their table, eyeing Ammit, lasciviously.

Arriving at Ammit's shoulder, the drunk reached up to grab one of her horns, and twist her head in his direction.

"Hey, Satan, these would make great handles. I bet you give great blow jobs."

She gave him a withering look. "You need to go visit the clinic," she growled.

"Huh?" the ass-hole asked, confused.

"To get treatment for this," she said as she raked her nails across his stomach. He jumped and cried out, as blood started leaking from the wheals Ammit's nails left behind.

The gouges looked deep; they must hurt like hell, Jess thought.

Of course, everyone around them had seen and heard, so there was no question of fault. The guy's girlfriend and a server came running over. She was both apologetic, and concerned, while the server was anxious to haul the guy away, and presumably off to the hospital.

The drunk was too surprised and, in too much pain, to do anything other than groan and stagger off.

The five of them sat there, stunned for a minute before Denver said, "nicely done," and started laughing. Aubrey relieved, joined in, as did Jess.

After a deep breath, Ammit mumbled, "another ass-hole," and then she started laughing herself.

After they'd all calmed down, they thanked each other for a good time, and headed their separate ways.

All through their trip back to their suite the three of them discussed their new devil acquaintance. The woman was impressive, and sexy. And her serf was certainly entertaining; at least Denver thought so.

They still weren't sure if his name was Serf, or if that was his position in the relationship.

In the room, they just cuddled, kissing, hugging and groping. But they didn't make love. None of them felt up to that pleasure.

They did decide that their entertaining trip to the crazy fet resort had been worth it.

++++++++++

Eventually, sadly, their good times came to an end. Their vacation was over, as was Jess' transformation, so they had one last party night to celebrate the end and the beginning.

When they got home it would be the tree of them, and their new house would be ready for them. Only a few odds 'n ends remaining before completion.

They decided to actually dress for the occasion, which they'd spend in the main building's restaurant where clothes other than bikinis were often worn.

As she dressed, Jess grew increasingly nervous about her new existence. How would her life be as a woman, back in San Diego?

To be continued...

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