Chapter 15
The madame entered the bedroom and only glanced at him as he leaned against a bedpost.
"Draw me a bath," she snapped. "That was what they call a rather heated performance out there." She noticed for the first time the weird gleam in his eye and the smirk. "Get that shit-eating look off your face! You look like you balled your brains out."
"I'm going to fuck you," he giggled.
She blinked at him. She didn't believe she had heard it. Then her eyes narrowed and she demanded, "What did you say to me, cunt?"
"I'm going to fuck you."
"You crazy cunt! You better get your head straight damn quick or I'll whip your tits 'til they're under your armpits!" To prove her point, she stepped up to him and swung the flat of her hand in a cruel, chastising swipe.
To her utter disbelief, he caught her wrist and sent it back viciously.
"You're mad!" she screamed, and struggled to get free. She tried to club him with her loose hand. That was when Hudson swung with his fist and caught her with a powerful right on the jaw. He had not been feminized for such a long period that his fighting instincts were too deeply buried. The madame slumped to her knees, then toppled sideways on the floor, unconscious.
When she awoke, she found herself strapped to the bed. Her hands were secured to a peg above her head and her legs were spread with an ankle lashed to each bedpost. Hudson stood beside her with an evil grin.
"You're insane! You'll pay for this! I'll. . . I'll..."
He had been holding a whip behind his back. Instantly, he struck a burning blow across her tits. "I've heard enough of your threats. You say another word and I'll whip you within an inch of your life. I'm going to fuck you. After that, you can tell me how good it was."
He crawled onto the bed between her legs. He stared at her magnificent cunt. He continued to jerk his soft cock. The cunt had been a symbol to him ever since he had first seen it. It had been his fervent hope to one day be allowed to kiss it and lick it. But she had never even allowed that. She had only flaunted it and teased him with it. He knew, though, that when his cock touched the hairless, inviolate cleft, his masculinity would be restored.
He reached out with an insinuating finger and slid it along the fat, vaginal lips. Her breath came fast and heavy. Fear? He wondered. Was it possible that no man had ever . .. ?
With a newborn perverse excitement, he pushed a finger forcibly between the cuntlips and shoved. God, it was abnormally tight and dry. He pushed again, but his finger would only go in a little over an inch. Frantically, he used two fingers!
There was no cunt! He poked and probed and didn't believe! He leaned over and pried the fat lips apart and peered inside. He did not believe it, but he was seeing it! Her entire cunt was no more than two inches deep at any point. He shook his head and looked again. There was a uterus opening but no clitoris!
Then he knew!
He jumped on her stomach and grabbed the monumental tits. They were indeed as firm as they had always appeared to him. Too firm! And because they were too firm, it explained why they were too perfect. They were pumped full of silicone!
Her eyes oozed hate. The twist of her mouth was ugly. "Now you know! Yes, I was a man once, too. Like you were. But I was really a woman . . . felt like a woman . .. had the emotions of a woman! And I had a cock I hated. Like I hate all cocks. Then I heard about the operations they were doing for people like me. I went to Europe, and they promised me that they would give me a real cunt. And they lied! It wasn't a real cunt!" She twisted her head away.
Hudson sat back between her legs, looking at what he had thought was the epitome of voluptuous beauty. Why, she was more of a freak than he was! He didn't know whether to feel sorry for himself or to be enraged, whether to cry or to laugh. He looked down at his cock. It was still wilted. He knew one thing for certain, though.. It. would never grow again at Mt. Arcadia.
Tired, but with all deliberateness, he went in the madame's bathroom and took a long, luxurious bubble bath. When he emerged, she was staring at him silently. He ignored her and went to the makeup table and proceeded to paint himself a lovely face. He donned his wig, pulled open her wardrobe, found the clothing she had been planning to present to him. It was quite feminine and very tasteful. Over his lingerie, he donned a tweed ensemble with contrasting sweater.
Then he found one of her suitcases and packed the remainder of the clothes, including some of hers since they were both six feet tall. He didn't bother with anything exotic or bizarre. He snapped the suitcase shut.
"I'm leaving right now. Where are the keys to the station wagon?"
"There's an extra set in the desk in the parlor," she said without any apparent emotion. "There's some cash there, too. Take that. It's not as much as the school owes you, but it's something. Wh-where are you going?"
"I don't know," he said honestly. "Someplace isolated in a crowd. I'll have to pass as a female for a time. It'll take a while to get the female hormones out of my system and my body back to a semblance of what it once was. You see, I've discovered that I want to shave again. I want hair on my balls. When I get all of that back, then I'll work on functioning like a man again. You see, Britt, I'm going to go to a psychiatrist and I'm going to tell him exactly what happened here at Mt. Arcadia. I'm going to tell him what I was and what I became. Not long ago, I thought I was the greatest freak of all. That's probably valid. But I was also a freak when I came here.
"Somehow and in some way, I'm going to get rid of all that. I can say one thing honestly enough. If I've been sexually fucked up, at least I haven't really hurt anybody or shattered anybody's mind and guts. That's a hell of a lot more than I can say about you and Mt. Arcadia.
"Because you see, Britt," he purposely used her first name, "because you see when I leave here... I don't know whether it will be tomorrow or a week from today . .. I'm going to blow the whistle on this place. You have no right to exist! I have no quarrel with perverts finding other perverts... or freaks like you finding someway to make it in life. But you are preying upon innocent children. These kids need psychological help, not a whip or a dildo! I won't allow you to exist!"
"Don't leave me like this," she whined. "Untie me. I won't do anything to try and stop you."
"No," he said, picking up the suitcase and moving toward the door. "Someone will find you tomorrow. Maybe seeing you like that will open their eyes, too. You know, there's really no telling how many people would truly like to leave you just the way you are. I hope they do. I rather hope that someone would have the guts to whip the crap out of you before they let you off that bed. I would do it myself now except that I'd feel like I was whipping a sick image of myself. You see, freak, I don't even hate you."
He turned out the bedroom lights before he slammed the door. If nothing else, she wouldn't be able to look into a mirror during the night and rationalize that she was a real woman.