Chapter 11

Late the next morning Tammy lay in her bed, half awake, thinking about the Masters, her new life, her changed body. The door to her room clicked and opened. Jim peeked in. He smiled. "Awake?" He wore a loose blue shirt and a gray pair of slacks.

Tammy sat up. The covers fell away from her naked breasts. She didn't care. She saw that Jim's huge prick was a disguised bulge up the front of his body, under the shirt. Tammy asked, "Are you allowed to visit me?"

"I've been a good boy for the past two months, so I get certain privileges. I'm even allowed to visit new girls like you." He entered. "But if you misbehave, I am responsible."

"Oh. What are the rules?"

"No suicide, no escape attempts, no trying to seduce the guards ... that kind"of thing. Also stay away from the radio room, the plane hangar, and the docks."

"Can I go outside?" Tammy was delighted.

"With me, yes. Not alone, yet." Jim brushed back his long sandy hair. "Get a dress or something and come on. We'll eat a late breakfast and I'll show you the island."

"I don't have clothes. Just that thing!" Tammy pointed to the obscene costume she had been required to wear to the orgy the night before.

"Look in your closet."

There were dresses and play suits and skirts and blouses-all to her size. The dresser drawers were full of panties and slips and stockings. But no bras.

"They like their girls braless." Jim grinned. "I like you that way, too."

"Even without that drug they make us drink?"

"Yes."

Tammy liked Jim, too. She dressed in an orange suede skirt and loose, airy white blouse, with matching sandals. She was delighted to leave her room. Jim took her to a small dining room just off the mansion's large kitchens, where the staff ate, and they had bacon and eggs, toast and milk. Tammy became aware of her cunt. It seemed to awaken as she ate. They chatted about their former lives. Jim had been a freshman in high school when he had been kidnapped and brought to the island. He had been told that evidence was planted that he had run away from home.

They walked out onto the extensive grounds. There were tennis courts in back of the huge house, and a swimming pool. Girls and boys frolicked in the water. A small golf course started off to the left. The act of walking caused her cunt to rub its sensitized inner surfaces together. Tammy could see a Master out on the second fairway. Tammy wondered if her breakfast had been spiked with Elixir. She was getting aroused!

Jim said, "It's a seductive life. If you behave and serve the Masters well."

Tammy nodded. "This skirt is expensive! It must've cost at least fifty dollars! Wow! All those clothes." She felt wetness in her new panties. Her cunt was getting juicy. She was ashamed. She couldn't stop it!

"They were bought for you while you were recovering from your operation. This afternoon a little girl will be given to you as a personal slave. You'll be like a minor-league Master."

"How come?" Tammy breathed faster than necessary. Each step made it worse. She wanted sex. She wanted Jim to fuck her!

"You're one of the stars now. Until they tire of you." Jim was bitter. He led Tammy across a road to more open country.

"Then what-after the Masters get tired of me?"

"Then you're demoted to a semi-servant like Janey and Cathy. And when you're too old they ship you off somewhere to serve somebody who has bought you in a foreign country ... like maybe in Africa or Asia somewhere."

"You, too?" Tammy licked her lips. Her cunt was a glowing tube of very pleasant sensation. Any twisting or bending of her torso added a bit of pleasure.

"Sure. In a year or less. I'll be 'performing' with my king-size poker forever ... in illegal sex circuses and exhibitions."

"But ... will they let you go? I mean, you're so different-like me-from normal. Wouldn't the Masters be afraid you'd talk about them and tell the police and the government about this island and everything? "

"Yeah ... We're a new thing, all this gland changing and surgery and transplants and everything. It's pretty advanced medical stuff. They can't let us off the island."

They started up a low, bare hill. Jim walked glumly. "I guess they'll kill me. Sooner or later."

Tammy felt the same hopelessness. "Me, too?" But she also felt a slow melting in her chest. She panted into a sweet orgasm as she climbed the slope beside Jim. "They'll want new faces. Maybe you'll last four or five years. Then they'll get rid of you to make room. Or maybe they'll let you commit suicide."

Tammy began to cry. It was partly homesickness and dread and shame at her helplessness against her new sexuality.

"Stop that! Somebody might be watching us!"

Tammy stifled her sobs. After a moment of walking silently side by side, she said, "I want to escape!" She struggled to hide her continued arousal. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet.

"So do I! But ... look!" They had reached the crest of the hill. "See the docks? They're guarded twenty-four hours a day. The yachts have guards on them."

Tammy saw a small jet circling the island. "Does that belong to the Masters?"

"Yes, I've seen it before. This is the time most of them come to the island for vacation. We'll probably have to perform again tonight for the newly arrived Masters."

"How many Masters are there?"

"About twenty, I think. I wish I knew how to fly. I think I could steal one of the planes."

"Could we make a raft?"

"No trees anywhere except on the estate, around the house. But ... I'll tell you. I made friends with one of the dock guards. He's pretty careless and he trusted me. I know I can steal his gun anytime I want!"

"Then hijack one of the yachts?"

"Sure! Then radio for help!"

They grinned at each other.

Jim added, "But it's dangerous!"

Tammy thought about what the woman Master had told her. "We have to be very careful!"

"I know it! But I don't think I have much time left." Jim took her hand. "We better keep moving. You want to walk around the island?"

Tammy chewed her lower lip. She faced a seductive hike. She knew a walk that far would produce maybe dozens of orgasms in her cunt. All those nodes ... even the act of breathing deeply caused flares of delicious sensation in the clit cup set between her lungs.

Tammy clutched Jim's hand. "All right," she said shakily. "I guess I should see everything." She was ashamed to tell him what was happening inside her.