Chapter 14

Hudson was at the madame's at the prescribed hour. He was anticipating the evening with mixed emotions. It had been quite a while since the madame had thought up any "nasty" amusements. Normally, he would relish anything she had in mind. Now, however, in the advent of his spectacular breast development, there was the distinct possibility that she had thought of a unique way to torment his tits. If only she would leave them alone, he thought plaintively. They more than made up for his extinct cock. And, after all, that was what she had wanted.

Another storm, warning after he had been in the apartment a few minutes was the madame's complete lack of harshness. She was as haughty as ever, but her tone of voice was considerably-less sharp than normal. From the time he arrived to the time he stripped naked and she inspected him for hair, she didn't even call him a cunt. It was "Brenda" this and "Brenda" that. It worried "Brenda."

The next inconsistency came when he inquired if he could draw her bath, a duty he usually performed prior to dressing in his feminine things.

"No, I'm already bathed and dressed, thank you," she said without further amplification.

Dressed? She was wearing a bright-red lounging outfit, a kind of hostess pantsuit with a top that opened in front and was tied with a matching sash. He checked her shoes: stylish red pumps; the heels were quite high, but the square, modern kind. None of it bore any resemblance to her fetish attire.

Since there was no bath to draw, it was time for him to dress. This was when he woke up to the fact that something was quite amiss. She laid out his garments on the bed. Patent heels, black nylons, black satin garter belt.. . good . .. wait ... He blinked at the panties. They were French black lace with a wide-open split crotch. The madame tossed out a half bra. It, too, was black and lacy. And it was the uplift kind that left the nipples and upper hemispheres of the tits completely exposed. Then the madame added two extra items, a dainty white linen apron and a black and white maid's cap. She noted the expression on his face.

"I think you've guessed it, Brenda. You're going to be a French maid this evening. I've decided it's time to show off your charms. I'm going to entertain a guest this evening. At the appropriate time I will call you, and you will come out like a perfect lady and be the perfect maid. Needless to say, I will expect a stellar performance. If you fail me, your tits will bear the full brunt of my displeasure."

She left the bedroom, firmly closing and locking the door. Damn her, Hudson cursed. He would never be able to hear a thing through that heavy, sealed oak door. His mind went wild with speculation about who the guest might be. A student? One of the faculty? In the latter case, male or female? It figured, though, that it was one of the girl students. He settled on Hope Fairchild as the most likely choice. It was she, after all, who had been present during his first visit to this infamous apartment. It was quite like the madame to show off her handiwork to the one person who could make a full comparison. Well, if that's the way it's to be, he thought cattily, I'll give Miss Fairchild something to open her eyes.

He set to dressing and making up with a passion to look his very best. Only the split French panties annoyed him. It meant that his limp cock and balls had to dangle unbound. The apron, of course, would cover them in front. But if he bent over, he was in danger of presenting an unattractive view. He reminded himself to be sure and dip gracefully when he was serving either of them. Holding his legs together and looking over his shoulder in the mirror, he could understand why the madame had chosen the panties. His ass, too, had softened. It was now rounder and fuller. The crotchless panties showed of the cheeks of the exquisite derriere.

In a light mood, he primped and preened until he realized he had been in the bedroom for a considerable length of time. He listened at the door, but it was futile. He heard nothing. He went back to the dressing table and powdered his breasts one more time. He had to admit that the little French bra did wonders for them. Pushed up and out as they were, they were of surprisingly lovely proportions. Nowhere near the glorious monuments of the madame, of course, but certainly a challenge to Miss Fairchild. He estimated that without the bra he would be as large as the girl. With it, she was certain to be jealous. He finished tweaking his nipples to give them a rosy glow just as the door opened and the madame entered.

She examined him with the critical eye of an Inspector General. "Very nice, Brenda, very nice indeed. Now you just do as I say out there and make me very proud of you. Out you go, I'll be right behind you."

Bradford fixed what he thought was his most seductive smile and glided gracefully on his heels through the doorway and into the parlor.

He was three steps into the room when he froze. His eyes saw but did not believe. Hope Fairchild was not there. The entire faculty of Mt. Arcadia School was! Drinks in hand, dressed for a party, smiling, and all staring at him. Dr. Slade, Warren Blake, Miss Duke, and Miss Hutton. Hudson was paralyzed. The madame stepped beside him and took his arm above the elbow. Forcefully but smoothly, she pulled him forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the madame announced triumphantly, "I want you all to meet my new maid, Brenda Hudson."

To a person, they all set down their drinks and clapped their hands.

"Bravo!" shouted the headmaster.

"He's simply too gorgeous!" tittered Blake.

"Magnificent!" Miss Duke offered.

"Beautiful. A real original!" Miss Hutton beamed.

Slowly, some of Hudson's senses returned. They continued to praise him and congratulate the madame, too. They hemmed and hawed over his tits, complimented his smooth feminine limbs, lauded his round, soft ass. Hudson, who had expected derision and mockery, warmed to the occasion. He blinked and smiled shyly. With his new husky but feminine voice, he thanked them.

The madame, however, put a quick damper on his socializing. "Brenda! See that everyone has a fresh drink. Also, there's a tray of hors d'oeuvres in the kitchen to be served. When you're through with that, you can replenish the ice bucket. And don't forget the ashtrays and the napkins."

Through long conditioning, Hudson immediately said, "Yes, Madame!" and started functioning as a maid immediately. The comments and compliments continued as he circulated about the room. Some were directed to him, which he demurely answered in keeping with his social status. Others were general. And soon the discussion between the faculty members became quite frank. Miss Hutton discussed the possibilities of female hormones. Blake wanted to know what kind of phallic virility "Brenda" retained and seemed disappointed at the answer. One of the doctor's statements caught their rapt attention.

"Since it's no longer feasible for Mr. Hudson to go on teaching," the headmaster chuckled, "that is, as a mister, the madame and. I have decided to have him continue as a female instructor. The students know about such things, and I think they'll be pleased. Many of the boys will envy him, and most of the girls will think it's delightful that he's joined them."

"Yes," the madame added. "Tonight is Brenda's debut as a female. From now on he'll live as a woman twenty-four hours a day. I've already planned his wardrobe. A slight alteration of his personal records, and Bradford will have never existed. Only Brenda."

Hudson heard all of it as he was serving drinks and snacks. He was surprised because it was news to him, but, after a moment's thought, he wasn't upset. Yes, what could be more simple than to have him change roles completely? Certainly, he'd been miserable the last several weeks, jumping back and forth from male to female.. And it was especially awkward when his breasts began to grow prominent. Indeed, a complete transformation would solve everything. He was pleased and managed to smile his appreciation to the madame.

She did not smile back. "Bring me an hor d'oeuvre, Brenda," she said coldly. She lifted an appetizer from the tray, then deliberately let it slip. Without warning, she exploded, "You clumsy cunt! Can't you hold the tray steady! Get down on the floor and clean up that mess!"

Rattled and stunned, Hudson started to bend down, then didn't know what to do with the tray. He lost all composure. The madame was screaming in his ear, "Pick it up, you dumb cunt!" Finally and awkwardly, he managed to scrape up the offensive tidbit.

The madame was on her feet. "Come here!" she ordered. "You're ruining my party! You know what I told you earlier. Now stick out your tits."

On the brink of tears, Hudson took a deep breath and pushed out his almost naked tits. The madame took a nipple in each hand and twisted viciously. "No, no!" he squealed.

Staring directly into his fluttering, damp eyes, the madame gave him a look that caused him to quake. "I give up on you," she hissed with exaggerated exasperation. "As a maid, you're a shit! You're only good for one thing." She turned to the four faculty members. "I say we all ought to take advantage of what he, she, or it is only good for. How do the rest of you feel?"

The rest of them grinned and nodded. It was Pr. Slade who actually started it. He unzipped his pants and lifted out a grotesquely fat, semi-rigid cock. "I'm partial to young boys," he said with obvious relish, "but it might be fun for a change to feel the mouth of a pretty girl."

"You heard him, cunt!" the madame told Hudson. "Get down on it!" She put a hand in the middle of his back and shoved him forward.

He fell on his knees before the pudgy schoolmaster. Whimpering, he put his ruby-tinted lips on the head of the cock and began to suck feebly. Dr. Slade grunted in disgust at the halfhearted effort and he, too, cruelly plucked at Hudson's nipples. It caused an instant reaction. Hudson's mouth flew open wider and engulfed the thick, now rigid prick. He understood only that he was a cocksucker at the madame's orders. He was confused and hurt, sorry and humiliated. One moment he had been riding the crest of admiration and now he was choking on the cock of an admirer. It made no sense, but he couldn't put it together.

One thing gradually became clear to him, however. He was enjoying the rotund, hard piece of meat in his mouth. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he had had one. After all, blowing a man was a female function. He determined that he would live up to the tradition. He licked his tongue over the club-sized head that was wedged deep in his mouth and massaged the sensitive underside of the shaft with his lower lip. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked deeply and long.

Behind him there were rustlings and murmurs. He heard the distinct sound of a zipper. Warren Blake, with a tremor in his voice, said, "Like the doctor, boys intrigue me, too. Especially soft asses. The one before me seems particularly delicate. With your permission, Madame, I think I'll have a crack at it."

"By all means," the madame said expansively. "Put the cunt in her proper place."

Hudson felt Blake kneeling behind him. First a finger squirted into his asshole impertinently. It wandered through the dark passage and Blake exclaimed, "Marvelous! Still quite tight, but I do believe I can get it all in."

The first thrust of Blake's cock caught Hudson by surprise and he twitched at the sudden entry of the blunt cap that popped through his anus explosively. A swift six inches followed. If his mouth had not been extremely full, Hudson would have sighed. It felt wonderful--big and hard and quiveringly alive. Thinking of all the artificial penises he had suffered, he realized that there was no substitute for stiff, warm meat. Blake was stroking him rudely and deep, obviously trying to hurt him. It only made Hudson glow. He wished the faggot's cock were bigger.

He rocked between them, a double receptacle. Since the doctor did not move, it was up to Hudson to provide the motion with his head and mouth. He quickly adjusted to the rhythm of Blake's ass-fucking. He went down deeply on the doctor's cock when Blake rammed his in to the hilt; and he pulled back, sucking voraciously, in time with Blake's backstroke. He knew the two men were watching the other's action and that his timing would add a vicarious kick. Indeed, it seemed to spur them along. He was sure the doctor could endure a far longer act of fellatio under other circumstances. The same was true for Blake. But with his being skewered at both ends and the movement of the trio being as one, it was not long before he felt the twitching and tremors in--his ass and throat. They were getting ready to come--and the timing was exquisite!

The headmaster came first. But no sooner was Hudson's mouth full with a voluminous gob of sweet semen than was his ass inundated with an equally potent hot load. It was magnificent! He wallowed in it! He slurped with his mouth and squished with his ass. He felt so fulfilled and so much a part of each cock that he swore the two discharges of cum had met and mingled in the middle of him and created a hot ball of ecstasy.

"Go fix your makeup, you slob!" the madame spat at him when the trio had separated. "You can't even suck a cock without messing yourself up!"

When Hudson returned a few minutes later, he could see that the party wasn't over by a long shot. Everyone except the madame was naked. Evidently, she was going to play queen mother to the group. Doctor Slade and Blake were on the floor trying to recharge their batteries. Their mouths were locked in a deep soul kiss, and they tugged and pulled in an effort to arouse each other's cocks. The madame stood behind Adele Hutton's chair and fondled the lesbian's tits. Elaine Duke sat on the sofa, holding her legs up with her hands behind her knees. The butterfly asshole was pushed out to the fore.

"Guess what I've got for you, Brenda baby?" Miss Duke said huskily. "That's right. Your favorite asshole. It's been a long time, hasn't it? That's a good girl. Come on right in."

Drawn like a magnet as he crossed the room, Hudson went directly to Miss Duke and literally dove into her ass. His tongue was licking at the crinkled button at the same moment his knees hit the floor. Oh, yes, yes! It was good to be back. He forced his tongue into the waiting anal opening and churned it like a meaty paddle. While he was licking and groveling furiously, Miss Duke squeezed forward and unhooked his half bra. His tits fell loose and free a second later. Fingers were on them, pulling and squeezing delightfully. His emotions were swamped with pleasure. If only someone would shove something, anything, up his ass!

Then, as if his mind had been read, Dr. Slade was behind him. The headmaster's abnormally thick prick battered at the asshole and rammed its way in. The insertion of the giant circumcision caused Hudson to swoon. A moment later there was another weight added to the crush behind him. Blake was now buggering the doctor, who was ass-fucking him, while he in turn ass-licked Miss Duke. All things considered, he thought bitchily, he had the better of it.

Miss Duke reached a tremendous anal orgasm, but Dr. Slade's huge plundering of his ass was just beginning to gain steam. To facilitate matters, Miss Hutton switched places with Miss Duke and offered up her cunt to Hudson's mouth.

With all the fervor and passion that he had lavished on cocks and assholes, he burrowed into the hair-fringed, pink gash. It was soaking wet with warm juices, and he licked at them like a man dying of dehydration. She, too, did marvelous things with her hands on his tits. He had everything working for him now. His ass was filled to its ultimate capacity, his tits were gnawing with excitement, and his mouth and tongue were cunt surrounded and cunt anointed.

The entire faculty had built up to a frenzy of sexual participation. Though they were homosexuals and lesbians of various deviations, they went on a binge of sexual cross-patterns. Blake fucked Miss Duke. Miss Hutton sucked off Dr. Slade. Miss Duke licked Miss Hutton's ass. Each of them did nearly everything to one another. And always participating, either orally or anally or both, was Hudson. The madame, through it all, remained aloof. The extent of her participation was a bit of manual titillation here and there to keep things going. The mark of a perfect hostess at an orgy.

At last they all slumped, spent and exhausted, Hudson included. "Spent" was relative in his case. He had reached pinnacles of excitement that had caused violent shudders and convulsions within him. His reactions could only be compared to a female orgasm. Not once in the heat of the entire evening had Hudson's cock so much as flickered toward an erection. True, his balls ached tremendously, but it had no effect on his ability to raise a hard-on. It would not be fair to say, however, that it did not bother him. In truth, there were a few times in the course of the orgy when he'd been faced with sexual situations that he could have improved upon, or contributed to, had his cock been ready. He could not see where it would have been so bad. He knew the madame was right in convincing him he had always thought with his cock and that it had always caused trouble for him. He didn't regret what she had done for him. Still, it seemed a shame to have the thing and not be able to use it at all. The orgy was proof that there were certain situations in which he wouldn't necessarily have to compromise his new femininity--after all, everyone else had compromised their perverted sexual instincts. Just as he was thinking that, his wistfulness received a sudden shock.

The faculty was having a last drink and putting on parts of their clothing. The madame rapped for attention. "Before you all go, I want you to see something and hear something, too. I'm sure you all enjoyed Brenda tonight." There was immediate acclaim. "Then, what I wanted you to hear," she went on, "is that even though Brenda will now be teaching in this school as a female, she will not have the equal status and the autonomy that all of you enjoy in the pursuit of your pleasures. Except for the time she needs for classes and schoolwork, she will remain as my personal handmaiden. That, however, doesn't mean I'm going to be using her all the time. I want you all to feel free to take her anytime I don't specifically need her and use her for whatever sexual or domestic purposes you wish."

The madame paused to let that sink in. Quickly she went to the kitchenette and returned with a wet rag. "Now, as to what I want to show you. I want you to see exactly what Brenda is, no more, no less." With a sudden move, the madame pulled off Hudson's wig. Then she roughly shoved the wet rag into his face and scrubbed off his makeup. Next she pulled off the maid's apron and demanded that he strip out of the rest of his feminine attire immediately. Bewildered, he obeyed. When he stood back up after discarding the last nylon, the madame pointed at him with a vicious sneer and said, "There! It's not a man or a woman. It's a hermaphrodite! Purposely created, I admit, but an 'it' nevertheless. A creature with a cock that won't work and tits that do. I want you to see this and understand it so that none of you will begin to think of Brenda as being in any way real. Use her, by all means, grossly or otherwise. But just remember what you've actually got." She snapped a stinging forefinger into Hudson's tit, ordering, "Get out of my sight while I say good night to my guests!"

In the bedroom, shorn of his plumage, Hudson started to cry. The last indecency was one he had never expected and it shattered him to his soul. She had changed him from a man to a woman--well, almost a woman--and if he had been helpless under her austere spell, at least he had been happy. Now she had crushed even that. He was to be a freak, neither man nor woman. He was to be an object of ridicule and insensitive sexual misuse, not just by the madame but by everyone. Through his tears, a reflection in the mirror came back blurred. He couldn't see himself as anything but an out-of-focus animal. The harder he stared at the mirror, the more contorted the image became.

Freak! Freak! Freak! He hissed audibly.

No, it couldn't end like this! He grabbed his tits and wrung them savagely! What good were they? Only something else to be used as an object of torment. He would never find the pleasure in them than he had been envisioning all these weeks that they had been budding. Now that they had bloomed, they were to be trampled upon. He pulled his hands away from the fleshy protuberances in disgust. Then he grabbed his limp, shriveled cock. Once, once long ago, it had been a source of power and pleasure to him. Then she took it away from him. He hadn't minded so long as there were other pleasures, however bizarre. Now she was destroying those. His unbridled and hypnotic passion for the madame herself was why he had endured what she had done to him. Now she was casting him adrift. He was to be anybody's dirty, casual sex toy. Nothing. Nothing left! He screamed in silent anguish.

His fists closed around the lifeless flesh of his cock. He jerked it frantically. Grow, you fucking cock! Grow, goddamnit! Get hard! But it did not. The longer and harder he jerked it and flailed it, the more it shriveled in his palm.

He fell against the mirror, panting. Now he could see himself. Everything was obscene. The tits were obscene. And the cock was obscene. But there was a time, he thought gropingly, there was a time when the cock was not obscene. Sudden strange visions and a piercing ache exploded in his brain. Like a divine revelation, he knew what to do!

A silly, insane grin spread on his face. He would fuck the madame!