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About Mary-Jane

By Orestes

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Growing tip #1: Control your environment, or it will control you.

   Nike. Tommy. DKNY. I watched them all float in through the doors of
the classroom without a care. No, this wasn't a college classroom at
all... this was a fashion show. They laughed and mingled. Their pet
cell phones rang incessantly. They set up their two-thousand dollar
laptops to take notes that, frankly, wouldn't be worth writing on
paper.

   So why was I there, copying the professor's notes onto the
white-boards, hoping that no one would notice that the second-hand
pants I was wearing were a few inches too short and frayed on the
cuffs ?

   I was here, playing teacher's aid for a second rate professor,
because I didn't have daddy's money to spend. I was here by the grace
of the student loan program, to which I had pledged my eternal soul in
return for a Masters degree in horticulture. It was a distinction
which, due to the rising price of natural gas, would soon be as
valuable as a deep fryer certificate from McDonalds university.

   I hoped the greenhouse industry would see a turn-around in the next
year. Otherwise, my remaining career options might consist of spending
the next ten semesters in indentured servitude teaching at a community
college just like this one. I'd be the second -rate professor in this
classroom, and I'd hate every moment of it.

   It was all pretty hard to swallow, and was made even more difficult
by my immersion in this world of first year students, flush with
parental money and still riding their morning caffeine high, courtesy
of the local Starbucks. Meanwhile, my nostrils were filled with the
false-fruity scents of the dry-erase markers, while I struggled to
decipher the cryptic notes of Professor Anders. He was late in
arriving as usual.

   I, on the other hand, was always on time. I maintained a high GPA.
I tried to do the right things, but it never seemed to quite work out.
Even with Jamie... it had been wasted effort trying to keep her happy.
I struggled to buy her things on my limited resources. I worked to
find enough time for a relationship. When things were falling apart, I
tried to bribe her into staying with expensive jewellery.

   But it wasn't the money. I should have known it. Jamie just didn't
want to hang on to me while I sunk. I really can't blame her, I
suppose, although I've been known to explore contrary sentiments when
drinking with friends. And now, the first fourty-two dollars of my
monthly stipend went to pay for a ring that she won't wear anymore,
and I was too stupid to ask her to return.

   Again, I was just trying to do the right thing. For all the good it
had done me so far...
 
   So when the opportunity came to do the wrong thing, it felt pretty
damned good to surrender to my instincts. Okay, so I'm a guy, and I'll
admit that my penis may have had a say in this particular decision.

   This girl had always caught my eye. She was Vietnamese. I could
tell by her last name on the student list. She didn't really even
speak much English, which made her seem a little vulnerable amongst
the other students. I mean, sure, she dressed better than most, and
drove a beautiful little car, and laughed along with their jokes, but
she wasn't really one of them.

   I could tell she didn't get it. She didn't understand the course
material. She had probably floated along in high school on her good
looks, and her bright, mischievous smile. It was a smile that stopped
the world. It floored me every time.

   So I found myself giving the girl extra class time to help her
catch up, even though I knew that she would never pass the course. She
flirted with me in return. It was something she did naturally, as part
of her innate sex appeal. I never thought she was really interested.

   Then she asked me something that made the hair on my neck stand on
end.

   " I have some plants at home, " she whispered to me one day, when I
was close enough to smell the spice of her perfume, " but they're not
doing so good. Can you come over and help me with them ?"

   Which, of course, I absolutely knew that I shouldn't consider. The
girl was four years my junior, and, by my current assessment, wasn't
terribly bright. I'd just be leading her on. Not to mention that my
father would kill me if her found out that I was dating an oriental
girl.

   I should probably have done the right thing, but another part of me
made excuses. We don't have to be intellectually compatible. It
doesn't have to be a long-term relationship. My parents don't have to
know, I told myself. She would just be a guilty pleasure... a reward
for years of relative virtue on my part. Besides, the way she smiled
at me while my heart fluttered in my chest - you know, that bright,
mischievous smile - I'm pretty sure I couldn't have refused her if I
wanted to.

   So, minutes after the class was over, I was leaving campus as a
passenger in her little European sports car.

   It felt really weird to be leaving in the middle of the day.
Normally, I would have caught a bus back to university campus to catch
my afternoon classes, and wouldn't have arrived home until late. This
break in the routine was an unexpected liberation. Ashley's driving
was yet another adventure. She was quick around corners, and impatient
to pass, but what really surprised me was how easily she mastered the
vehicle.

   She wasn't timid behind the wheel. In contrast to her meek, awkward
demeanour in the academic environment, out here, she was in complete
control. My heart raced along with the car's engine. By the time we
pulled into the driveway of a quiet suburban home, my opinion of
Ashley was shifting. There was more to this girl than I had imagined.
I just didn't yet know exactly what it was.

   " Nice neighbourhood, " I commented. Ashley looked down the street
as if this was the first time she had really paid attention.

   " I guess so, " she shrugged.

   " This is your parent's place ?"

   She shrugged again.

   Inside, I puzzled at the lack of furnishings. Upstairs was all but
empty. A few lamps were set up, and some second-hand furniture
littered the corners of the rooms, but otherwise, it looked entirely
abandoned.

   " You want some beer, yes. " It wasn't so much a question as a
statement. She fetched me a beer from the fridge.

   " I'm a little confused, " I admitted.

   " Downstairs, " she answered, and led the way. 

   She paused to disarm an alarm system, and unlock the outer door to
the basement. Only then did I understand why she was so eager for me
to have a look at her sick plants.

   Marijuana.

   I should have known. In my province, it's a cottage industry. If I
had been thinking at all, I would have remembered that much of the
supply came from Vietnamese organized crime.

   As it was, I just stood there dumbfounded, taking in the details of
the scene before me.

   Strangely, it reminded me of a Christmas tree stand. The plants
stretched upright beneath the orange glow of the precariously strung
sodium lamps. Silver mylar film lined the walls, adding a hint of
tinsel to the festive display.

   I held my beer stupidly as Ashley took me by the hand and led me
into the room.

   That's when the smell hit me. I don't know what I was expecting. It
wasn't the scent of pot being smoked. It wasn't the potent skunky
odour I had heard so often about. It just smelled ... heavy... like
chlorophyll, but with a strange musk in it. I can't really describe
it.

   " See, the leaves are sick... and all the babies are dying..."

   It was no wonder. The temperature in this room was out of control.
There was next to no air circulation. And the 'babies', or cuttings,
were buried to the lower leaves in soaking wet peat moss.

  " This is..." I began. I wanted to tell her all of the things she
was doing wrong, but she wouldn't have understood anyhow. Having
worked with her in class, I knew she wouldn't get it. It would be a
waste of breath.

   " I can't help you..." I tried to withdraw. " It's too much of a
risk. "

   " Nobody knows. Just this one time, okay. "

   Nearby, there was a pile of unused equipment. Fans. Light movers.
Timers.

   " You just need to set this up properly. I mean, you need to get
some air in here, and..."

   And she had me so easily. She didn't have to lift a finger. It was
like letting a hacker loose in an electronics store. Inevitably, I
found myself wiring up the equipment, adjusting the lights, spraying
the plants, and taking a new set of cuttings. By the time I turned my
attention to Ashley again, two hours had passed.

   She brought me another beer and began to undress. 

   " What are you doing ?"

   The Vietnamese girl smiled, knowing that she didn't really need to
explain. This was my reward for helping her out. She pulled off her
blouse, and then unbuckled her belt. I took a swallow of beer, trying
to act more casual than I felt. Inside, my heart was aching in
anticipation of her silky flesh.

   She squirmed out of her jeans, and stood there in her bra and an
oddly fashionable pair of boxer shorts.

   " Upstairs ?" she asked, but we never made it out of the grow room.


Growing tip #2: These plants can handle a fair amount of heat. So you
push it. More lamps mean more bud. You try to convince yourself that
you can manage the extra heat. Don't be a jackass. It's too fucking
hot, and you know it.


   I scolded myself for having feelings that weren't rightfully mine.
I wasn't entitled to feel protective, or jealous, or really much of
anything towards Ashley.

   " I told my boyfriend about you - and he was angry. But he okay
now, " she told me, explaining the bruised eye that she had worn to
school that day.

   Boyfriend ? This was the first I'd heard about it. Of course, I'd
never asked. We didn't do much talking. I worked in the grow room,
then we had sex. Over the course of the weeks I had spent with her, I
had wrestled with my morals about these illicit activities. Yes, it
was all morally wrong. Why should it make any difference that she had
a boyfriend ?

   I wasn't even entitled to ask for answers. She was using me. I was
using her. It was a simple exchange, and I would be better off if I
just kept it that way. It didn't matter how I felt about some lowlife
coward who would beat on his girlfriend. It was none of my business.

   " So we're done then ?"

   " No. I told you... he okay now. He was mad that I show you his
plants. But now he sees how good they grow, and he doesn't mind so
much. So you still come over. "

   These days, my mind rarely wandered away from that basement room. I
don't know what combination of intoxicants had captured my imagination
so thoroughly. Was it the sex ? Maybe. The excitement of the illegal
activity ? Yes, there was some of that. However, there was something
about the plants themselves that had an allure for me.

   In my years of schooling, I had visited commercial operations of
every scale. I envied those men who operated the large-scale
hothouses. It was what I was born to do. They put to the test every
bit of knowledge that was collecting dust in my brain. They could see,
and feel, and smell their successes.

   I ached for that feeling.

   Yet even in the greenhouse industry, there was compromise. They
traded away optimum growing conditions for the economics of the
marketplace. There was only so much of a premium that the market would
bear for hothouse produce, when field-grown alternatives were such a
viable alternative.

   With these plants, there was no compromise. The economics were
simple. Every pound of dried flower bud was worth thousands of
dollars. Increasing that yield, by any means, would be worth the extra
input costs. Electricity. Natural gas for CO2 enrichment. Equipment
worth thousands of dollars. They all disappeared when compared to the
eventual selling price of BC bud.

   There was a strange exotic beauty to these plants. When Ashley
invited me to have sex there amongst them, all of my senses were
filled. The slender leaves cast their dappled shadows upon her perfect
body. The warmth of the air flowed over us, and the scent of the plant
was everywhere. But the taste was all Ashley.

   Even though everything sane within me warned me to back away, I
couldn't give it up. Not yet. Before the afternoon was over, I had
skipped another day of school in favour of our hidden garden, and the
taste of Ashley's body.

   At first, sex with Ashley had been very one-sided. It seemed that
Ashley took the submissive role by habit, and in the beginning, I had
been content with it. The way she used her lips around my cock and
worshipped my balls, before expertly mounting me and using every move
of her lithe body to coax me to orgasm, well, it made me feel like a
king.

   Ashley didn't even consider her own pleasure. 

   But as much as I tried to enjoy these self-indulgent sessions, I
guess I felt a bit guilty. It was probably unnecessary. Ashley
certainly didn't expect to be treated like my other girlfriends had.
In fact, when I paid attention to her body, it seemed like she was
just allowing me to touch her for my own gratification.

   I probably should have accepted it. We were never going to be in a
real 'relationship'. We were just too different. I'd never be able to
see her as my intellectual equal. I should have just accepted it as
raw, guilty sex with some Vietnamese gang-girl, and left it at that.

   But I over-think things. Being a selfish lover wasn't something I
could accept in myself. And maybe, despite all my best efforts, I was
beginning to have feelings for her. I wanted to see her sexual needs
satisfied too. When my lips reached the inside of her thighs that
first time, she didn't seem certain what to do. She tensed, and I
paused.

   " Is this okay ?" I asked.

   " I guess so ... I just... well, none of my boyfriends have wanted
to do this. They think it's unmanly. "

   I couldn't believe that no one had ever given this girl the
pleasure that she deserved. God, she was beautiful, and when I tasted
her, her body reacted immediately. She pushed her almost hairless
crotch into my nose involuntarily, and gave out a little squeal.

   I toyed with the sensitive flesh of her pussy, enjoying the way her
tiny Asian body reacted to my movements. Her flavour was exotic, like
the dark leaves of the plants that towered above us.

   She was so sensitive to the touch of my tongue that she came within
a couple of minutes. I held her in place by the hips as she writhed
through her climax.

   " Oh no, please stop... it's too much..." she begged me finally.

   That had been in the first week. By the time I learned about her
boyfriend, the taste of her pussy had become a part of every session.
Ashley was no longer shy about her own pleasure. In fact, it seemed
that now that I had opened the door, she was anxious to explore these
new feelings. These days, she waited somewhat impatiently for me to
finish with the plants, and had her jeans and underwear pulled down to
her knees by the time I had my tools put away.

   I guess I didn't mind  indulging her, even if it did come at the
expense of my own pleasure to some extent. She no longer spent the
time to worship my cock with her mouth. She was always anxious to get
my face between her legs.

   If I wanted intercourse, she would oblige, but she surprised me by
insisting that I give her oral sex afterwards. I have to admit that I
was reluctant. Who was I kidding though ? I was wrapped around
Ashley's little finger.

   Once I got going, it wasn't so bad. I tried to ignore the added
flavour to her used pussy. Ashley absolutely loved it.

   " Oh, yeah... lick me good and clean, Blondie. "

   Blondie was what she called me instead of my real name. I guess it
didn't matter. We didn't do much talking anyhow. Besides, it wasn't
like Ashley was *her* real name. It was probably just an easier
version of her given name for white people to remember.

   So, like I said, by the time I even knew she had a boyfriend,
Ashley was accustomed to relying on me for her sexual release. I
wondered what kind of a brute this guy was, to refuse his girlfriend
any pleasure from sex. From the way Ashley had treated me when we
first got together, I had some idea of how he expected her to behave -
as a submissive sex object.

   My dislike for the guy went past his treatment of Ashley. I mean,
these were his plants. The way the room was set up, it was clear that
he didn't know a bloody thing about growing. He had just thrown in the
plants and the lights, and hoped for the best. When things began to go
wrong, he had left Ashley to take care of them. When the yield turned
out to be low, no doubt he would have blamed the girl, and given her
another black eye or worse.

   And so I was fixing things for her. She purchased the supplies, and
I made the plants healthy. In the end, however, it would be her
boyfriend who walked in and took all the profit.

   As much as I resented him, I couldn't bring myself to leave. The
days in our artificial world grew shorter. Outside, it was spring, but
indoors, I was giving the plants the autumn they needed to induce them
to bloom. I reduced the day length to twelve hours, and watched as the
shortened photoperiod pushed the plants into reproductive overdrive.

   Even while the days got shorter, my dirty sessions with Ashley
lengthened. She liked to have me massage her body to begin. I would
undress her slowly, caressing her feet with a tenderness that betrayed
my growing feelings for the girl. Between the dark plants, growing
heavy with flower buds, and the taste of her flesh, I was missing more
school than I cared to think about.

   I would kiss the insides of her legs, and suckle at her pointed
nipples to get her into the mood. Sometimes, she liked me to play with
her ass for while, teasing her shapely rear with my lips before
pushing my tongue into her tight hole.

   Yes, I felt dirty. It was as shameful a thing as I'd ever imagined.
But here, it felt right. Everything here was illicit and shameful.
Christ, she wasn't even my own girlfriend. I got a rush just thinking
about it all.

   And when she was satisfied with the attention to her ass, and was
ready for her pussy to be serviced, she rolled over and pulled my head
into position. She didn't really let me cum these days. Between all of
the massaging and worshipping, I guess we just didn't find time. If I
tasted semen on her pussy, I knew that it wasn't mine, but was
leftover from the rough, demanding sex of her boyfriend.

   On those days, I think she enjoyed her orgasm most. I'm sure the
contrast between her two lovers was a source of excitement for her.
She pushed her sloppy crotch against my lips, and pulled at my hair
demandingly.

   Ashley talked to herself in Vietnamese through these orgasms, only
breaking into English to give new commands.

   " No, Blondie, deep now... fuck... taste it all... suck me good..."

   And then she would slip back into her native language.

   Once I was accustomed to it, I was surprised by what a sexual
charge I got out of these disturbingly one-sided sessions.

   In the final few days before the plants were ready to be harvested,
Ashley told me that her boyfriend was growing impatient and paranoid.

   " He doesn't want you here any more... "

   I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. These plants were my
life right now. And Ashley...

   " Oh, poor Blondie... you so sad, " she tried to sound sympathetic,
but instead, came off as a little condescending. " Don't start crying
now. Tell you what... come over to my Auntie's house next Wednesday...
you and I can still have fun... and maybe you can have a look at
Uncle's plants..."

   She kissed me on the cheek, like I was a lost little boy, and let
out a little giggle.

   I resented the hell out of her for that. I found myself stewing
over the way she took me for granted. I had saved her ass. I had given
every bit of pleasure she had asked for. And in the end, she patted me
on the head, and sent me on my way, while her boyfriend came in and
profited from my work. My plants. Yeah, I resented the hell out of the
whole situation, myself most of all for going along with it... for the
feelings that I couldn't control, even though it was obvious that
Ashley would never return my affection.

   In the week that followed, I resisted the temptation to call her.
It would just make me seem even more pathetic. I tried, instead, to
catch up on some of my schoolwork, but I couldn't keep my mind on it.

   When Wednesday came around, I swore to myself that I wouldn't show
up at her Auntie's house. I knew that Ashley would just use me again.
It was the premise of our whole relationship.

   Then, as the evening crept up on me, I felt hungry for just one
more taste of her body, and I knew I wouldn't be able to resist.

   Being used wasn't so bad... as long as I knew what I was getting
into...

   I knocked gently on the door. Ashley answered.

   " You late tonight, " she scolded me. " My Auntie don't like late
visitors. "

   " Sorry, I..."

   She led me in. The house held the scents of Asian cooking. I could
smell the spices in the air. Ashley led me quietly through the
darkened hallways into her cluttered room. Here, with clothing and
CD's strewn over the floor, Ashley seemed much more the teenage girl
than I guess I had allowed myself to accept her as. On her wall, she
had tacked up pictures of her friends. I paused there, and finally
found a picture of her boyfriend, a young guy with sunglasses and a
too-tough expression on his face.

   " Come on, " she urged, already half way out of her clothing.  

   All of my hurt feelings disappeared as I crawled between her
thighs, and took in a breath of her perfume. Ashley urged me onwards
with every move of her body, and I obliged her, soon revelling in the
familiar taste of her body. In this setting, she tasted young and
sweet, but far from innocent.

   A sound from the hallways startled me, but Ashley kept me on task
with a firm grip of my hair. Only when the door to her room actually
opened did she react. She released my face and began to cover herself,
but a sharp command in Vietnamese ordered her back into position. It
was a male voice. My heart almost stopped beating.

   For the first time since I began breaking the rules, I felt the
consequences catching up with me. It was Ashley's boyfriend at the
door, and he sounded angry. Of course he was angry. Fuck, I had my
face buried between his teen aged girlfriend's thighs.

   His words cut through the air with an acid that sizzled through the
language barrier.

   " He wants you to keep going, " Ashley whispered, interpreting his
commands for me. Despite the translation, I still wasn't sure I
understood. Did he really want me to continue licking her pussy ?

   " He's drunk. And he's pissed off. And he think it's funny that a
guy would do this for a girl, " she explained.

   Great. So the fact that he was drunk and amused at this moment was
the only thing that was stopping Ashley's gang-member boyfriend from
cutting my throat. That was a great relief.

   He laughed bitterly from the doorway, and made comments to his
girlfriend in his native language. The tone of her answers told me
that she was agreeing with him, placating him, echoing his amusement.
Despite the fact that I knew she was just doing her best to save both
of our asses, it stung a little when she laughed at his jokes about
me.

   Then things became serious again, as his voice raised, and his
language became more lively.

   " He thinks you're a sissy... pathetic, he calls you... and all
sorts of names, but it's not enough. He say that he should kill you
for screwing me, but I keep on telling him that you don't screw me...
you just lick... but he doesn't believe me. Tell him you're a sissy
white boy, and you only like to lick me..."

   " I'm a sissy..." I gasped, not knowing if he would even understand
my lies, " I don't fuck your girlfriend... I'm not man enough... I
just like to lick her..."

   His voice rose in anger again.

   " He says he should kill you now for lying. He's telling you to
take off your jeans... he wants you to fuck me in front of him... oh,
Blondie... he'll kill you..."

   He pulled me up by my hair, and shouted the command again. I didn't
have much of a choice. If I didn't do what he said now, he'd probably
kill me right away. I had no idea if this guy was armed.

   I pulled down my jeans and underwear, and for the first time in a
couple of weeks, I knelt between Ashley's perfect legs, and prepared
to enter her. Except that I couldn't. Not that I wasn't turned on
enough. Riding this girl's body to orgasm had been my constant fantasy
since I met her. Her taste was still warm on my tongue.

   God, I wanted her, but I was limp. My tool flopped uselessly
against her entrance, while I proved true all of the insults hurled at
me in the preceding minutes. Pathetic. Sissy. Girly.

   The gang member reached around me, and fondled my cock roughly,
insisting that I was faking my difficulties entering Ashley. Once he
had the full weight of my cock cupped in his hand, his anger faded
again. He laughed and hurled more insults in his language.

   " This is much better... if you keep acting like a sissy, he might
let you live... now he wants you to lick me some more..."

   I squirmed back down on the bed, anxious to do anything to convince
this guy how unmanly I really was. My face burned with shame while
Ashley unnecessarily translated some of his mirth about my failed
erection.

   " He says you really are like a girl, with little parts, and smooth
skin. He says your penis is like a sponge... squeeze it and it
disappears..."

   His hands knew no boundaries. He touched my cock freely now, and
slapped my bare ass while I tried to please his girlfriend with my
tongue.

   " He says you have pale skin like a baby girl..."

   I didn't like the comparison much, but my mind was on other things.
His roaming hands were kneading my ass now. I felt the mattress shift
as he crawled up onto the bed behind me. It didn't take a genius to
know what would happen next.

   I began to protest, but Ashley urged me to silence. " Shhh... be a
good sissy for him, and he won't be as angry... show him that you're
not a threat..."

   Laying there with my ass exposed, a thousand thoughts passed
through my mind. This was the perfect completion to my foray into the
world of the forbidden. I was wrong for pursuing Ashley. I was wrong
to break the law. I was wrong to ignore my schoolwork. For the first
time in my life, I was doing all of the wrong things, and while they
had felt good at the time, now, here I was, bent over like a naughty
schoolgirl, ready to take the strap on my ass.

   All of those thoughts disappeared when his prick began to insist
its way between my ass cheeks. Ashley cooed for me to submit, as much
for her own sake as mine.

   " Good... let him in... it's only for a little while... show him
how unmanly you are... let him fuck you like a white girl..."

   Which was all easier said than done. He jabbed his frustrated organ
against me, and spit repeatedly between my ass cheeks to lubricate my
rear hole. I whimpered in pain as he forced the unwelcome flesh up
into me.

   " Just a little more... just a tiny bit more..." Ashley chanted. I
wasn't sure if she was talking about his progress in impaling me, or
her own impending orgasm. As it turned out, the completion of both
events happened at the same time. Just as I felt his cock hit home,
Ashley's body rocked in climax.

   " Good... sissy... Blondie..." she grunted her orgasm, mashing her
crotch into my tongue.

   Her boyfriend took much longer, and it got no easier. Ashley
watched silent now, while he slammed his frustrations into my abused
anus. I could feel his breath quickening against my shoulders, and his
balls slapping against my rear.

   I imagined he was fucking my ass in revenge for all of the racial
slurs he had ever been the target of, and all of the white girls who
had never given him a second glance. He gave me no sympathy when I
cried out. Ashley watched with interest, her legs still positioned on
either side of my head. Finally, he pushed his quaking body into me,
and deposited his cum inside.

   He grunted words in his own language that Ashley didn't need to
translate for me. I got the idea. He was saying, ' I'm cumming in your
ass, you cunt licking white sissy..."

   And I deserved every moment of it, just for agreeing to play this
game.


Growing tip #3:  Marijuana doesn't force you to love it. It invites.
It entices. Unlike other widely available drugs, it isn't physically
addictive. Nonetheless, it can capture a soul just as easily. If you
want to grow the plant successfully, there's no reason to fight it.
Drink in all of the details. Interact with the plants. Live with them.
Surrender to them.


   I spent the weekend drinking with university friends. 

   " It's a shame about you and Jamie, " Shane approached the subject
with caution. The amount of school I had been missing, it was bound to
look like I was still sore from the break-up.

   I almost laughed. No one could know how far that relationship had
drifted from my mind. It was like a different world.

   No, I wasn't sore from the break-up. I was sore from being fucked
in the ass. I was hurt by the way Ashley had begged me accept the
abuse. I was upset by the way she had watched, and even enjoyed an
orgasm while her boyfriend emasculated me. Then, when he was done with
me, she had taken him into her arms, and kissed him, and assured him
that she belonged to him.

   Not me.

   I don't really know why I even cared what Shane thought. He was a
bit of an intellectual bully. He liked to wax philosophic in foreign
languages when drinking with friends, and I was the only guy who
always told him he was full of shit.

   " No man, I'm not worried about Jamie. I guess we all knew it was
coming. You even tried to warn me a couple of times. "

   " That I did, my friend. "

   " But no... I've already hooked up with another girl. "

   " Bullshit. Who is she ?"

   " Her name is Mary-Jane, " I named her on the spot. It popped out
so naturally, I even surprised myself. There was no chance I was going
to tell him about Ashley.

   " Mary-Jane ? No kidding... like from the Spiderman comics ?"

   Not exactly the literary reference I expected from him. I almost
spit out my beer, it cracked me up so bad. "Yeah, I guess so... like
Spiderman's girlfriend. "

   " Well, way to go Spidey, " he raised his glass in a toast. 

   By the time we were done drinking, Shane had no idea whether
Mary-Jane was real or not. Neither did I.

   When I woke up the following morning, it took me a good long while
to sort out my head, and for a few minutes while I was still spinning
in my bead, I forgot how much my life had changed in the last three
months.

   Three months. I had to look at a calendar to convince myself of it.
It's weird, the way I had fooled my own mind. I knew the amount of
time it took me to nurse those plants back to health. I knew that once
I had shortened the day length for the plants, it had taken over six
weeks for the flower buds to ripen. I had logged it carefully in a
spare notebook. All this time, I had spent in our hidden garden, the
taste of Ashley's body never far from my lips, and somehow, I guess I
had just expected time to suspend itself for me in the outside world.

   Hell, I had just pushed any thought about it to the side, along
with my feelings of morality and shame.

   My real life caught up with me with the ferocity of a lover
scorned. I could still feel the alcohol tugging at the corners of my
brain when I stepped out of the shower and dressed for a meeting with
my academic advisor. I tucked the eviction notice from my landlord
into my jacket pocket. If I was lucky, I'd be able to squeeze another
payment out of the student loan program, and delay it all for one more
month.

   As it was, Janice fucked me up the ass much more brutally than
Ashley's boyfriend had.

   " It seems you've had some difficulty meeting your obligations as a
teaching assistant recently, " she began, with only a trace of
sympathy. Her voice was colder than I'd ever heard it.

   " Well, yeah... I mean, I've been sick lately, and I've missed a
few classes. "

   " More than a few, " she corrected me. " I'm afraid the college is
going to have to withhold payment. "

   Mmmff!

   " Your schoolwork has slipped too, " she paused. " Do you want to
tell me what's happening with you ?"

   Somehow, I doubted that I could make a case that three months of
growing pot and learning how to properly lick the ass of a cute
Vietnamese girl was a wise academic choice. I shook my head meekly.

   She was losing patience with me. Janice used to believe in me. I
was one of her kids. Jamie was too. In fact, it was largely through
her matronly interference that we had become a couple. Every few of
weeks, I would make an appearance in her office, and let her
uncomfortably probe my personal life. She wanted to know about my
family, and about Jamie, and would talk endlessly about her favourite
poets. In fact, about the only thing we didn't talk about was my
education.

   Then, when our meetings were nearing an end, she would give me a
wink, and tell me not to worry about money problems... that she would
take care of the whole thing. I was in her care.

   Not anymore. I could feel it. I had done the only thing that was
unforgivable to the woman. I had shut her out.

   " Look... I can see that you're having trouble right now, " her
tone reminded me of the condescending manner I had so recently
absorbed from Ashley, and I knew that another ass fucking was certain
to come at any moment. " I think it's best for everyone involved if we
simply declare this semester a write-off, and begin fresh in the fall.
We can discuss funding options at that time. "

   " But I..." my voice halted. 

   " Yes ?"

   I pulled the crumpled eviction notice from my jacket pocket and
began to speak, but I already knew that it was useless. " I've fallen
a little behind on my rent payments. I just need to get caught up a
bit. "

   " All the more reason you should call it quits for this semester.
You can't keep up. This will give you an early start on the summer job
hunt, and by the time fall comes, maybe you'll be a little more caught
up. "

   She knew exactly what she was sentencing me to. It would be six
months hard labour at a minimum wage job. It would barely be enough to
pay the rent. Then, I'd be right back here at Janice's desk again,
begging for a government handout to complete my education.

   I felt sick.

   That night, I sat beside a phone in the apartment that wasn't
really mine anymore. I had two phone numbers set out in front of me.
One was on a neat card from the University's counselling department.
In our early days together, Janice had written her home number across
the bottom. The other number was scrawled on a crumpled bit of paper I
had dug through the trash to retrieve.

   Calling either one was a surrender. 

   For Janice, the terms would include a confession. That's what she
wanted. She wanted me to throw myself on her mercy. Then, after some
pleading and crying, she would take me back into her protection, and
talk to my teachers, and make everything better.

   It would have to be a full confession. My blood ran cold at the
thought of it. She would listen with gleeful disapproval while I
related my story. She would want all of the details, and it would be
no use trying to lie to her..

   When I held the other number in front of me, my hands trembled with
a queer sort of anticipation. It would be a different kind of
surrender. The pager number would deliver me back into Ashley's dark
world of depravity and immorality. It was an escape from my current
reality.

   Reality. That was the irony of it all. My real life didn't feel
quite so real. It was all concept and intellect, with none of the
flavour and texture that Ashley's world offered. There, I lived for
the touch of real plants... not their conceptual counterparts on the
pages of a book. I loved everything about them. They were my second
lover. Mary-Jane.

   And Ashley was so real, it made my heart ache to think of her. She
wasn't mine, but she was real, and I loved the taste of her body...
even the taste of humiliation when she used me without regard to my
feelings. There was nothing fake about her selfishness. It was
one-hundred percent real, and it aroused me just thinking about it.

   I could pretend to be sorry for what I did. Janice would love to
see me beg forgiveness. Then I'd be back to my "real" life.

   To tell the truth, it wasn't much of a choice.


Growing tip # 4:   Cannabis is a diecious species, meaning that each
individual plant is either male or female. When it comes to drug
production, it's the female plants that matter. The males are useless.


   Ashley showed me to my room. Or rather, I should say, to her room.

   " We're getting good money from the plants, and so my boyfriend
wants me to move in with him... so you can stay here at my old room in
Auntie's house, " she explained. " Maybe if you do good with Uncle's
plants, we give you some money too. "

   Some of her old clothing was still strewn about the floor. I don't
suppose they mattered to her. She would just buy new clothes. The
walls were covered in teen magazine posters and pictures of her
friends. The cramped room smelled of Ashley's perfume. I stood above
the little bed, and tried to push from my mind the abuse I had last
received there.

   " My boyfriend is not angry now. He knows you not really a man, so
he's okay..."

   I was glad of that. At least he wouldn't need to prove anything
more to him.

   " So when you stay here, you do some chores for Auntie and Uncle,
so you can stay for free. "

   I nodded. Any price was worth paying as a temporary reprieve from
my own life, and for a chance to be with Ashley. Despite the rape of
my ass on this very bed, my mind replayed the scenes endlessly, and I
longed to be used by her again.

   She wasn't taking off her clothes. She looked delicious in a pair
of overalls, and a baseball cap. Instead, she called outside of the
room in Vietnamese. An older female answered, and a minute later,
joined us in Ashley's tiny room.

   This was Auntie. She smiled widely when she met me, and prodded
Ashley with her elbow. They spoke a minute in Vietnamese.

   " She say she didn't expect you to be so cute. "

   " Thanks, I guess. "

   " Good. I tell her what you like to do for me, and she wants you to
do the same for her. Uncle is too manly to lick her. "

   My face went red. Ashley was apparently not bashful about
discussing sex in front of her Aunt. The woman grinned, and wiped her
hands on an apron. I guess she had been working on a seafood dish for
dinner, and carried some of the scents with her from the kitchen.

   " I leave now so that you can do it for her, " Ashley told me,
without asking. My desperate phone call had been the final power shift
in our relationship. I guess she figured that any guy who would take
it in the ass for her, and still come crawling back was a total
pushover. I had trouble refuting the logic of that myself.

   I was left staring at my feet awkwardly, while the Asian woman
chatted away. It didn't matter that I didn't understand her language.
What she wanted was clear. First, she circled me and appraised the
gift her niece had given her. In all, she seemed pleased.

   Her hands reached for my belt. I took her cue, and began to undress
myself.

   It was unlike any sexual situation I had ever been in. Even when
Ashley had taken charge completely, I had always been aroused. This
time, it was different. I wasn't exactly aroused, or at least not in
the same way. I was more embarrassed by the scene. Auntie was a
middle-aged woman, and while not unattractive, she had none of the
curves of youth. She was thick in the belly, and wrinkled around the
eyes, and kept her hair short and permed, like wool on a sheep.

   The only thing she kept in common with her niece was a bright
smile, and even there, her teeth had yellowed with age.

   But I had been given to her, and she giggled with her whole belly
when I was down to my underwear. She couldn't believe her luck. I
could tell from the furnishings in her house that her family wasn't
particularly wealthy. If drug money had come into her household, it
probably wasn't until just recently. Now, here she was, a middle-aged,
lower-middle-class immigrant housewife, and she had a cute white
college boy as her new plaything.

   I let her play with my cock through the fabric of my underwear, and
to my shame, it hardened in her hand. The whole situation was just too
weird. She was still fully dressed, and touching me any way she
pleased.

   Finally, she decided to try out the feature of her new toy that
Ashley had seemingly told her the most about. She climbed up onto the
bed, and made herself comfortable. She unbuckled her loose pants, but
left the task of removing them to me.

   I paused for a minute there, not sure I could go through with it.
My body trembled with indecision as I crawled onto the bed with her.

   " You lick, Blondie, " she said her first words in English to me.
The moment of indecision passed, and I began to help her out of her
pants.

   Auntie's thighs were thick and pale. Her hips were much wider than
Ashley's, and the panties she wore were unlike the stylish little
things Ashley bought to impress her boyfriend. They were a large and
practical, and made of a shimmering beige material. She lifted her
hips from the bed, and allowed me to slide them down her legs.

   Then I was faced with my task. She dug her heels into the bed, and
spread her legs wide, revealing herself fully to me. Black hair spread
from the heavy lips of her pussy to lightly coat her entire crotch,
and dipped down into the crack of her ass.

   I didn't pause to take in more details. If I was going to do this,
delaying would only make it more difficult. I lowered my face between
her waiting thighs, and was greeted with an odour more pungent than my
sweet Ashley. In fact, everything about this woman's body was an
exaggeration of the younger girl's charms. The folds of her flesh were
heavier and looser, no doubt from bearing children who might be my own
age now. Her flavour was intense, and her pussy drooled with
excitement. She pushed her hairy crotch into me insistently.

   " Mmmmph, " I protested, as she took hold of my hair with hands
that still smelled of seafood, and pulled my mouth and nose into her.
I could barely breathe.

   Luckily, much like her younger counterpart, she wasn't accustomed
to this kind of attention, and I could tell that this first session
wouldn't last long. I pushed into her with my tongue, and smacked my
lips against her swollen clitoris, ignoring for a moment my need for
oxygen.

   Auntie's drooling pussy quaked against my mouth, and encouraged, I
continued my chore.

   " Aaaaayaah.... Eeeeeeiiiy....." she groaned, humping my face, and
still holding me so tightly that I couldn't take a full breath.

   Her flabby thighs slapped against my ears. She shook relentlessly
towards her orgasm.

   Only when my lungs were burning, and I was gasping and gulping for
air, did she release her climax on me. Her juices hit the back of my
throat unexpectedly. I'd never had a girlfriend squirt into my mouth
this way before, and I choked and sputtered on the liquid.

   After she was done, I stayed there, trying to catch my breath. Her
scent was all over my face. The hair on her pussy and ass was caked
down with her cum.

   It felt so goddamned dirty and degrading to have lowered myself
into this position, but I had to admit that I was much more aroused
now than when we had started. I began to lick the salty flesh around
Auntie's satisfied pussy, and even cleaned the crack of her ass from
the cum that had collected there.

   " You good boy, Blondie, " she told me. 

   In the coming days, I was to find that these were some of the very
few words she could communicate to me with.

   " Good boy, " she would tell me, when I was finished doing the
household laundry, or washing the dishes, or cleaning the floor. By
the time a week was over, she had delegated almost all of her
household tasks onto me.

   But always in the early afternoon, before Uncle came home from
work, she would lead me back to Ashley's room, and expect me to please
her. It seemed like she had been talking some more to Ashley, because
as the days went by, she began to demand the same sorts of treatment I
had given the younger girl. It would begin with caressing and
massaging her body. Then, she would want me to kiss and lick her ass,
sometimes for nearly a half hour, while she lay face down on the bed
with a pillow tucked under her pelvis, and groaned her appreciation.

   By the time I was allowed to bring her to orgasm, my tongue was
numb, and her pussy lips were sopping wet from the extended foreplay.

   If I closed my eyes, for a while I could pretend it was Ashley's
body, but the noises she made and the taste of her body resisted my
imagination. In the end, it was always Auntie who stood beside the
bed, and tied her apron back on, and told me, " You a good boy,
Blondie. "

   It was at this time that a new cast of characters made their way
into my life. Ashley's Uncle was a grim looking little man, who
reminded me of pictures I had seen of Edgar Allen Poe. In fact, in my
own mind, I began to call him Poe, and he had a melancholy demeanour
that seemed to fit the name. He had allowed his basement to be used to
grown Marijuana, but he didn't take an active role in cultivating the
plant.

   The plants belonged to Cowboy. Poe seemed to view my presence in
his house as a concession to Cowboy and his friends, in return for a
portion of the drug profits. Cowboy was an older guy, who I assigned
his nickname by the way he dressed. He wore ornate leather boots,
jeans, and a belt buckle straight off of the home-shopping-network.

   It was clear that although I was left in Auntie's hands, Cowboy was
the one who granted her authority over me. Ashley was one of his
girls, and if I belonged to her, I belonged to him.

   Cowboy's entourage included another older guy who I dubbed Andy
Capp (it had something to do with a hat he was wearing when I first
saw him), and Ashley's boyfriend. The three of them visited every few
days to check up on the plants.

   It was a smaller-scale operation than the house that Ashley's
boyfriend had rented. Here, there were only six lamps in operation,
but they also expected me to produce cuttings for their other grow
rooms around town.

   They watched me with a grudging admiration for my apparent skills
with the plant. Cowboy was easily the most experienced of the men, and
even he seemed impressed by the overall health of the young cuttings.
I took a meticulous approach to the task, recording growth rates and
feeding schedule in one of my school notepads.

   " Stupid to keep notes, " was Cowboy's only comment.

   " I'll be able to grow better plants this way, " I told him, sure
that the prospect of increased yields would persuade him.

   He shrugged.

   My life came into a weird rhythm. In the morning, I would visit the
plants. I would adjust the lamp height, and check the leaves for signs
of disease or nutrient imbalance. I would check the sticky traps for
insects. I would record the temperature and humidity, and check the
soil for moisture.

   Then, as noon approached, I would come upstairs and begin my
household duties. Usually, Auntie would be out shopping, and I didn't
see her until I was already finished most of my housework. When she
came back, I would begin the prep work on dinner. She never actually
let me cook, of course, but I could do the chopping and start the rice
cooker.

   She would watch me for a while, and I'd begin the feel the tension.
It wouldn't be long now.

   Just after three o'clock, she would tell me, " come on Blondie, "
and I would follow her sheepishly into Ashley's bedroom, still
decorated with posters from teen magazines and littered with her
remaining clothes. Then I would begin my worship of her body.

   Auntie took her time, stretching it out as close as she could to
four-thirty, so that she would have just enough time to finish dinner
before Poe came through the door.

   Most nights, there would also be guests for dinner. Auntie and Poe
had two adult children who were in college. The kids would come over
for the night, and sometimes drop off laundry, but usually didn't stay
long. Sometimes, Ashley and her boyfriend would be over. Andy and
Cowboy would bring over their wives for dinner occasionally too.

   Cowboy, who I sometimes called 'Duke', because of his John Wayne
swagger, had a tall, stern looking wife, who I immediately began to
call Duchess. Andy Capp's wife was a contrast to the Duchess in many
ways, although they seemed to get along very well. Duchess seemed to
lack humour. Andy's wife spilled out with laughter, her tiny frame
rarely ceasing in the jiggles of her giggles. She was at least a foot
shorter than the Duchess, and I named her Mini.

   On the days when the guests were around, especially when Ashley was
amongst them, I stayed nearby to serve dinner. It was about the only
chance I got to see her at all.

   As anxious as I was to be around her, it seemed that Ashley had
pretty much forgotten about me. I was now communal property. She
seemed to enjoy special status amongst the men, perhaps because she
had so easily taken control of me... but aside from that, she paid me
little attention.

   On one of these evenings, the whole group was together for dinner.
Mini finished her first helping quickly. She just seemed to do
everything at a higher tempo than the others. I fetched her another
plate. The women laughed together, and I knew that it was at my
expense. From the way the men looked at me, I could tell that they
were amused by the way I served the women too. Mini covered her food
with fish sauce, a condiment of Vietnamese cuisine that I found
revolting.

   When the dinner was coming to a close, I began to clean up for
Auntie.

   While I began the dishes, the men decided to leave for the evening.
I imagined that they were going out to check out other grow rooms
around town, or even to harvest some of the finished product. Despite
his protests, they convinced Poe to come along. Ashley was invited
with them too, which, I took from her reaction, she was quite pleased
about.

   As the other men left, Ashley delayed for a moment, and visited me
in the kitchen.

   " Everybody like having you around, Blondie, " she told me. " You
do real good. I even told the other girls what you like to do for us,
and I think they want to try it out. "

   " But, the guys..." 

   " It's okay. They know *all* about you. As long as you obey what
the girls say, no problem with the guys."

   I was still reluctant, but Ashley knew exactly how to keep me in
line.

   " It's okay. I go with the guys right now, and maybe we go do some
drinking... then later, when I come back, if you've do good with the
other girls, I visit you tonight and give you real good sex. It's okay
?"

   She knew my answer before I did. My body telegraphed my reaction to
her words. She gave me that mischievous smile that had won me from the
beginning, and I knew that I'd do pretty much anything for a chance to
taste her body again.

   Besides... it wasn't like the prospects of servicing Mini and the
Duchess was unpleasant. Compared to Auntie, they were absolute
knock-outs. Auntie tried her best, I suppose, to fit in with the more
affluent lifestyles of Ashley's new friends, she was still firmly
rooted in the lower-middle class, and Poe didn't seem much motivated
to change the situation.

   Once Ashley and the boys left, Auntie seemed anxious to begin to
show me off. She gave me a command in Vietnamese.

   " She's telling you to take off your clothes, " translated Duchess,
in much better English than I would have guessed. " That sounds so
demanding. Ashley tells us that you enjoy being treated badly by
women. Or is it just Asian women ? What's your kink... Blondie ? "

   It was the first question anyone had asked me in weeks. I stumbled
with the answer. " No... I mean... I don't have a kink... I just... "
my face went a deep shade of red.

   " Articulate too. I thought Ashley said that you were some sort of
College professor. "

   " Well, not really... I..."

   " Obviously not. You can't even string a sentence together. "

   Auntie repeated her demand to me, seeming upset that I wasn't
showing off for her friends. Duchess didn't bother to translate, but
just watched me with a smug, superior expression on her face.

   Slowly, I began to undress for the women. Mini burst into another
set of giggles when I pulled off my T-shirt, and began on my jeans.

   " Pretty white boy, " she nudged the Duchess with her elbow. 

   " He's not bad, " Duchess answered purposely in English. " A little
young for my tastes. He looks like a boy, not a man. "

   " A sissy boy, " Mini agreed with a giggle.

   " He does have a cute ass, though, " admitted Duchess. " Come over
here, Blondie. Let my friend and I have a closer look at your tight
little ass. "

   The way my face was burning, it was almost a relief to turn away
from the audience while they critiqued my ass. I could feel Duchess'
cool fingers brushing against the curve of my ass. My cock twitched
involuntarily. Sensing my reaction, she pressed further, running her
fingers up and down the crack of my ass, finally resting her middle
finger against my rear hole.

   " Mmmm... sensitive. I think he likes to have someone play with his
ass. Have you ever let anyone play with your ass before, Blondie ?"

   " Yes, " I admitted.

   " Was it Ashley ?"

   " No. "

   " Hmmm... was it another girlfriend ?"

   " No. "

   " A boy. "

   " I... uh... yes. "

   Mini began laughing uncontrollably at my admission. Auntie just
watched the scene unfold as Duchess wriggled her finger against my
hole, and I allowed her to tease me without mercy.

   " Who was it ?"

   Shit. It suddenly occurred to me that Ashley's boyfriend probably
wouldn't want Cowboy's wife to know about our encounter. With the
emphasis they put on macho behaviour, it certainly wouldn't improve
his image.

   " No one, " I evaded.

   <Crack> I yelped as the Duchess slapped my ass hard with her free
hand.

   " Try again. "

   " It was just a friend. "

   " Isn't that sweet, Thuy ? He lets his all his good friends fuck
him in the ass. No wonder he's such a sissy. Do you like my finger in
your ass, Blondie ?"

   " Yes, " I admitted. The humiliation of my answer only intensified
the sensations. Over the weeks of lowering myself to servicing
Auntie's body, I allowed myself to take pleasure in my shame. Here and
now, it was well beyond my control.

   " So you like to be fucked in the ass ? And what do you do to earn
your keep in this house ?"

   " I tend to the plants. "

   < Crack > The sting on my ass warned me that it wasn't the answer
she wanted.

   " Sorry... I... well, I please Ashley's Auntie with my tongue..."

   " Keep going, " she told me, pushing her middle finger deeper into
my ass.

   " I... uh... I massage her body, and kiss her feet and breasts...
then she wants me to lick her ass..."

   " Her flabby ass... " Mini corrected, with obvious amusement at the
fact that Auntie couldn't understand the insult.

   " Yes... I lick her flabby ass, and put my tongue into her ass
hole... then when she wants me to, I lick her pussy until she cums..."

   " This is too funny, " Mini told her friend. " I want to watch.
Make him do it. "

   There was no question about whether I would comply. I was too horny
to resist. Auntie took pride in showing me off to her friends, and
gladly led me to Ashley's room to re-enact our daily sessions.

   Duchess and Mini watched from the end of the bed, giggling and
making jokes. Auntie assumed that they were still taunting me, and so
she made a great show of pushing her body into my face. In truth, the
women were making jokes about her as much as myself. They encouraged
her in Vietnamese, but in English, they ridiculed her body and manners
right in front of her.

   " She looks like a beached whale... or maybe a pig... listen to the
way she grunts..."

   " Look at how dirty she is... I bet this is the only time she gets
cleaned..."

   " But it looks like he does a good job. He's putting his face right
in there. Look at her shake... it's like jello..."

   " It looks like he enjoys it too... watch the way he rubs himself
while he licks at the fat bitch's ass..."

   I didn't even know I was doing it, but now that Duchess mentioned
it, I realized that I had taken up the humiliating habit of absently
jerking myself off while servicing the woman's middle-aged body. With
a second flush of shame, I had to admit that I couldn't stop myself,
even with the other two women watching. Duchess took matters into her
own hands. Taking a position behind me that reminded me of the way
Ashley's boyfriend had mounted me, she pulled my arms behind my back.
She tied them there with an old pair of socks that had been abandoned
beside Ashley's bed.

   " Umph. " Without my arms to support me, my face was buried even
deeper into the flesh of Auntie's rear end. Duchess and Mini ridiculed
me as I squirmed and struggled to catch my breath.

   After a few more minutes of this fun, they decided to change the
game. It was Mini's turn.

   Auntie gave up her position on the bed to the younger, more
attractive woman. Auntie stood stupidly beside the bed for a moment
before Duchess ordered her out of the room. It was clearly above their
dignity to allow a low-class housewife like Auntie to watch their fun.
She grudgingly obeyed.

   After weeks of forced service of Auntie's body, I have to say that
I was more than a little excited by the prospect of seeing something a
little more... well, dainty. Mini began to pull the clothing off of
her tiny frame, but paused just before shedding her underwear.

   " Does he have to watch me like that ?"

   It was a strange modesty, I found myself thinking, that would allow
her to have her best friend there to watch her pussy being licked, but
wouldn't allow her to reveal her body to me. But then, Duchess had
this way about her, and I doubted that Mini would have the courage to
ask her to leave, even if it made her uncomfortable.

   Duchess retrieved another article of Ashley's discarded clothing
from the floor, this time, a tiny tank-top that Ashley must have
looked amazing in. Duchess folded it over itself into a makeshift
blindfold, and secured it around my head. I could still see a little
from the edges of the fabric, but it blocked a clear view of the body
I was so anxious to see.

   For my first taste of Mini, Duchess still held me by the hair, and
guided my lips to her friend's crotch. I moaned with pleasure as her
dainty folds of flesh opened for me, and I tasted the relative
sweetness of her pussy.

   " Oh, this is so good... Minh would never do this for me..."

   Duchess had found other ways to amuse herself. While Mini took her
leisurely time with my tongue, she played with my exposed ass,
fingering my sensitive rear hole, and periodically slapping my cheeks
until the shade of pink was to her liking. My submissive position
obviously pleased her.

   " You know, Blondie, " she told me, " back in my part of the world,
when I was a girl, the only white men I ever saw were fat American
tourists. My family lived in Thailand a while. There, the men came for
sex tours. They walked the streets with every reason to expect that
the girls they saw were for sale. These are the white men I saw when I
was growing up. I thought they must be very powerful, rich men. "

   She accentuated the points of her lesson by slapping my reddened
ass.

   " But then I came over here, and I found out the truth. White
people are weak and pathetic, only favoured by the fortunes of
history. We come here and sell drugs to their children. They talk
about it on the news all the time, but they never do anything about
it. Now, we're richer than our white neighbours, and they envy us, and
fear us. "

   " And you, Blondie, are the weakest of them all. My husband, he
thinks you're here for the money. But he's wrong... you're here
because it makes your dick hard to be a servant to a teenaged
immigrant girl and her family. I think it's funny, really, and I'm so
glad she's found you. Back in Asia, Ashley probably would have been
sold into prostitution very young. She would have spent her life
spreading her legs for the white men she was taught to serve. Instead,
she learns about white men from a sissy like you. It's perfect. I
couldn't have planned it better. Ashley doesn't care about you at all.
She thinks you're a sissy, and she makes fun of you... but that
doesn't matter to you... I see your little prick is still hard while I
fuck your ass with my fingers, and tell you what a weakling you are. "

   She was right, of course, about how horny I was. In the time I had
spent, first with Ashley, then with her Auntie, my sexual
gratification had come increasingly while playing the submissive role.
Duchess was just putting it into words, shaming me and arousing me all
at once. She fucked my ass with her fingers while she talked, the way
Ashley's boyfriend had done on this bed. Mini's legs trembled against
my shoulders while she built towards orgasm. Only the sting of sharp
slaps to my rear end pulled me back from my own pleasure getting out
of control.
   
   " Go on, Thuy, " Duchess encouraged her friend, " Cum on his
tongue... that's what he's here for... don't hold back..."

   " Uuuuuungh.... Aaaaaaaah... " Mini slipped into her climax as if
only waiting for her cue. Her fragrant pussy rocked against my lips,
extracting every ounce of pleasure from the moment.

   " That was *really* good, " the petite woman giggled, when she
finally regained control. " You should really try it. "

   " I plan on it, but the sissy is too dirty to touch my body. I
think I need to clean him up a bit first. "

   Duchess directed me to my feet, still keeping my hands tied behind
my back. Mini stayed there on Ashley's bed, still savouring her
pleasure of the past few minutes. As I padded out into the hallway in
my bare feet, I could see from the edges of my blindfold that Duchess
was leading me into the washroom. Once there, she ordered me into the
shower.

   " I think a dirty little creature like you needs a very hot shower.
Yes, you really need to be scrubbed before you're worthy to taste my
body. "

   The heat of the water hit me in the face, and I stumbled backwards
blindly to avoid it. I even tried to step out of the stall, but
Duchess easily kept me in place. I was never a large guy. Blindfolded,
and with my hands tied, I wasn't much of a challenge.

   I cringed to one side of the shower, but once my body became
accustomed to the water, it wasn't nearly so bad. It was just
uncomfortably hot.

   " There. Now get on your knees. That's right. Get your filthy face
right into the spray. "

   Once I was on my knees, she began to scrub me with a coarse
washcloth and soap. Between the scrubbing, and the heat of the water,
I imagined that Duchess had my skin a lovely shade of pink by now. I
could see from the edges of the blindfold that she had undressed. I
could only see her bare legs, but it was enough to revive my failing
erection.
   
   The heat began to get to me. It was hard to breathe. All of my
senses were absorbed into the sharp hot spray of water, and the steam
that rose around me. Noticing my breathing difficulties, Duchess
pressed it a step further, and pinched my nose closed. The effect of
this was to make me gulp for air with my mouth, which was difficult to
do with the shower spray centred on my face.  I sputtered the hot
water, and gasped for breath.

   " Poor sissy Blondie... has he had enough shower now... " she
baby-talked me. I nodded pathetically.

   In a rare show of pity, she stopped the water. My overheated body
shook from exhaustion and arousal.

   " You're much cleaner now, " Duchess told me, stepping into the
shower stall herself.  I could see only her feet as she stood above
me. I desperately wanted to taste the pussy which I knew was only a
few inches above my face, but I didn't dare without permission.

   Duchess reached down and plugged my nose again, tilting my head
back in the same motion. I guess it amused her enough the first time
to see me struggle for breath, that she wanted to do it again.
Unexpectedly, warm water streamed against my open mouth again, causing
me to choke and sputter anew. Only this time, it wasn't the spray of
the shower.

   The acrid taste of her piss hit my tongue, and I gagged. I shook my
head to try to free myself, but only succeeded in feeling her warm
stream land against my cheeks and chin as she emptied her bladder onto
my face. Her statement didn't need to be spoken. She was telling me
what I was worth, and I confirmed it for her in the moment after she
was finished.

   " You may lick me now. "

   And I did.

   She allowed me to shower again before sending me to my room
exhausted.

   It was hours later, and I was fast asleep when Ashley returned. She
nudged me awake roughly. " Hi ya Blondie. I had a real good night. I
go out drinking with the guys. I came home, and the girls tell me you
did good for them, and so I give your reward. "

   Ashley squirmed out of the tight track shorts she was wearing
tonight. I began to move out of the way on the bed for her, but she
stopped me. " No, you stay right there. "

   I was laying on my back, and Ashley simply climbed up, and
straddled my face. The way the pale skin of her legs glowed in the
semi-light of the room made me anxious to taste her pussy. I was more
in love with her than ever, despite everything.

   As soon as she brought her pussy down onto my lips, I could taste
him seeping from within her. He had probably fucked her only minutes
before, and now I was getting his full load of cream as it dripped
from her pussy onto my lips. Ashley herself was more than a little
drunk, and clumsily rested the weight of her body on my face as she
rocked back and forth.

   Still half-immersed in my dreams, I savoured every taste I had been
given today. It had begun with the all too familiar musk of Auntie's
ass hole against my lips. Then I had been treated to the sweetness of
Mini's pussy quaking against my tongue. Minutes later, I had cleaned
the last drops of urine from the Duchess' crotch before licking her to
orgasm. Now, I was ending my day with the strong, salty cum of
Ashley's boyfriend sliding down my throat.

   It was a perfect end to the day.  


Growing tip #5:   The plants have two stages of growth. When they're
young, I give them a full eighteen hours of light, but they still
stretch for more. Then, when I want to convince them bloom, I cut the
light hours back. The plants become even more starved for light,
completing for the remaining hours. This is when you have to be the
most careful with light, temperature, and nutrients. If you don't
control it properly, it can be a rough transition.


   In my quieter moments, amongst the plants, I sometimes tried to put
reason to my sick appetites. This lifestyle was one that never would
have even entered my fantasies six months before, when I was absorbed
in the world of academics.

   In a funny way, though, it all made sense to me.

   Cowboy, going on the assumption that money was the universal
motivator, had given me over a thousand dollars for my first few weeks
of work. I knew that it was a ridiculously small portion of the
revenues I had generated, but I made no complaint. As Duchess had
probably reminded him, I would have done the work for free.

   So, in the months that would come before my return to college, I
was shielded from my 'real' life. I gave up control, and it felt
surprisingly good. I didn't have to make the decisions. I just did
what everyone told me, and I was rewarded with a life amongst the
plants I loved, and frequent, humiliating sex that I didn't have to
feel guilty about.

   They were using me, and I was eager to be used. As long as I
accepted my role here, I could walk away later without consequence.

   When fall came, I knew, I would have no regrets about my time here.
It was like a vacation from my own sense of morality. I would reclaim
my life in college, with enough sexual depravity piled away in my
memories to last me a lifetime, months of practical experience on
plant cultivation, and with thousands of dollars in my pocket that
would render me independent of Janice and the other academic bullies.

   Auntie continued her daily sessions, of course, but soon after the
dinner party, I was getting regular visits from Mini and Duchess too.

   Mini liked to enjoy my whole body. She still wanted me blindfolded,
but once she was comfortable, she even allowed me to enter her
occasionally, under the condition that I didn't cum inside of her.
That was a difficult requirement to meet. Mini was a beautiful woman,
and she was a lively lover, enjoying in me an aerobic sort of
lovemaking that I was sure Andy Capp wasn't able to provide her. She
would sometimes have sympathy for me, and jerk me off after she was
done, but it was as much for her own amusement as it was for my
pleasure.

   Duchess took a different approach. There was no sympathy. She was
constantly pushing my boundaries of humiliation and discipline.
Unsatisfied with merely spanking my ass, she had purchased a variety
of punishment devices from a local sex shop. She would handcuff me to
a bedpost while she inflicted red marks of ownership across all parts
of my pale body. Mini would sometimes watch, but rarely had the
stomach to stay a whole session.

   Once it was common knowledge amongst the guys that I was performing
this way for their women, Auntie stopped hiding her activities from
Poe. She was never so daring as to allow it to interfere with her
household duties (many of which had been delegated to me anyhow), but
she did occasionally take advantage of my services in the evening or
on the weekends when he was home.

   In fact, once he got used to the idea, Poe seemed quite indifferent
about it. I was like a vibrator, or a dirty magazine; something that
his wife used for the sexual gratification that he wasn't willing to
provide her.

   One night, about two weeks after Poe first learned about
everything, Auntie even negotiated my way into her bedroom at night.
Poe was there, but he paid no attention to me. He was, no doubt,
reminding her of her wifely duties. I could see by the bulge in his
underwear that he was ready for action.

   I don't know what she told him, but they debated for several
minutes about where I should be in this scene. Finally, Auntie
directed me onto the bed, laying face up. She explained the position
to her husband, and he reluctantly agreed to give it a try. Aunti
crawled above my face, and Poe positioned himself behind her,
apparently to fuck her doggy style.
 
   Poe's little cock bobbed above my chin as Auntie squirmed into the
perfect position. I found the idea of being this close to his cock
revolting. It was one thing to lick a used pussy, but quite another to
be confronted with the source of the semen I had been tasting all
these weeks.

   He seemed to feel awkward about it too, and argued one more time.
Auntie answered by grinding her pussy against my lips, and rolling her
hips in invitation. I guess his arousal lost him the debate, because
not much after I was tonguing her hole from below, I felt the head of
his cock invading her pussy from behind, and his balls pushing up
against my chin.

   " Good boy, Blondie, " Auntie encouraged me, enjoying the dual
sensation that this was providing her.

   The problem with my position was that soon everything was a moving
target. With some displeasure, I soon found that I was licking and
sucking Poe's balls as much as I was reaching Auntie's clitoris. He
groaned from above somewhere.

   My mouth being filled of male flesh was just one more barrier
broken in this depraved world I had entered willingly, and though I
can't pretend that I was turned on by it, I knew that I was no longer
in a position to protest. I had humbled myself too completely to step
back now.

   Before long, I was licking their bodies indiscriminately, drawing
sounds of pleasure from both husband and wife. Poe had hold of her
hips, and was stabbing into her with short strokes, so as to not
dislodge his small cock from her body inadvertently. Auntie was
fighting to keep her swollen clit within reach of my tongue, lowering
herself further onto my face.

   It was inevitable that I took his cum in my face. I'm not sure
whether he dropped his load directly onto my lips, or whether his cum
just leaked from her when her pulled out. Probably a bit of both.
Either way, I found myself lapping up his fresh cum, and cleaning his
wife's fucked pussy. By the time she was done riding my face, I felt
like a used whore, and was sexually frustrated as usual.

   They enjoyed it so much, we repeated the scene every week.

   My real success didn't come in the bedroom. It was clear that I
could tend the plants better than most of Cowboy's organization. In a
move that surprised me as much as anyone else, he picked me up one day
and took me on a tour of his rented houses.

   The scale of his operations astounded me. These rented houses had
been gutted. Dozens of lamps were strung above a sea of green leaves,
rippling gently from the circulating fans of the rooms.

   " You take care of these, " he ordered, and pressed a few hundred
dollar bills into my hand.

   It was more exciting than I had imagined. Every technique that I
had ever wanted to try was at my disposal. The Vietnamese had bypassed
the electricity meters, giving me unlimited electrical power to play
with. I used it to cool and dehumidify the grow rooms, and pump in
nearly fifty watts of light energy for every square foot of growing
space.

   With the money and equipment I had at my disposal, I added extra
carbon dioxide to the rooms. Balanced carefully with light and
nutrients, the extra CO2 could almost double the growth of the plant.
At these growth rates, I had to be careful. Meticulous. I couldn't
make mistakes.

   Unfortunately for me, the mistake was already made. The electricity
bypass that provided me such freedom to expend power was also what
cost me my freedom in the end. It was just a matter of time before it
caught up with me.

   You see, much more than the police, the provincial utility company
has a major stake in the marijuana cultivation industry. As long as
the growers pay their bills, the electricity flows, and no one
questions why you're pulling enough power to light a football stadium.
When the meter doesn't spin, that's when they're waiting for you one
day.

   That day came for me about a month after Cowboy handed me the keys.


Growing Tip #6:  Under the artificial conditions of a grow room, your
plants will nearly always exhibit signs of stress. Wilting. Leaf
discoloration. Leggy growth. When the stress is too much, however,
your plants may be pushed into a hermaphrodite state... exhibiting
characteristics opposite its own sex.


   The fucked-up thing is, I didn't even begin doing drugs until I was
in prison. I didn't start sucking cock until then, either, but both of
these activities quickly became survival skills for me.

   So, on the day that they broke my nose, my brain was still juggling
the mixed pleasure and disgust of some opiate coursing through my
veins, and the flavour of my cell mate's sperm at the back of my
throat. Three guys were holding me down against the floor now, while
Tom levelled a chisel from the shop against the bridge of my nose.

   I'd been assailed before like this. It was just a sick part of my
new reality that any young guy with clear skin and straight teeth
represented a prime sexual opportunity for a lot of these guys. On two
previous assaults, I had been fucked in the ass and mouth until I
could barely move, but I knew that I would come out alive. This time,
I felt the cold metal of the chisel against my nose, and I was
suddenly afraid for my life.

   " Don't worry, Sissy... " Tom assured me, seeing the panic in my
eyes, " I'll still take care of you. You just need to visit the
infirmary for a while. "

   It seemed like slow motion when he brought down the hammer. It was
only a tap against the metal, but it turned into an explosion behind
the sockets of my eyes. I tried to cry out, but a kick in my side took
away my air. Moments later, the kicks rained down on me, and I lost
consciousness.

   I woke up in little stretches, nearly alone in the hospital ward. I
didn't try to move. A haze of drugs convinced me that I was better off
staying still. The pain was distant, but I knew that it was there. I
could feel it in my bruised face. I could feel my stomach and ribs,
bandaged too tightly for comfort. My chest hurt when I breathed, and
my flesh was tender all over. But as long as they kept the morphine
drip, drip, dripping, I guess I couldn't muster up much of a
complaint.

   The doctor was a tall man, or at least seemed that way from my
permanently reclined position. He visited every day, and added various
syringes of drugs to my saline drip. They weren't pain killers, I was
certain. Those were delivered by the nurses, and I could feel them
right away. No. These were different.

   I guess I was suspicious on one level, but soon, sleep would come,
and I would forget.

   As the days went by, the pain decreased, and I was awake with my
thoughts for more hours. I had time to review everything. My trial had
gone by so quickly, it was a blur. I had pled guilty, of course.

   " It's not like you can really pretend that you're innocent, "
argued my lawyer, who was generously provided to me by Cowboy. " Best
that you just throw yourself on the mercy of the court, and hope they
don't sentence too harshly. This is your first offence, isn't it ?"

   I knew at the time that the advice was given with an agenda.
Duchess and Cowboy wanted this thing to go away quickly, and without
any of their other associates being implicated.

   The mercy of the court, I later found out, was non-existent. The
prosecutor brought out my notebooks as proof that I was a danger to
re-offend. I was placed in a maximum security institution, convicted
of marijuana cultivation, trafficking, and theft of electricity.

   The irony of everything hit me early on. I had accepted, and even
sought out, humiliation at Ashley's hands as a sort of escape from the
fake world of academics I had been immersed in. All the way through my
journey into depravity, I had always viewed it as a sort of vacation
from my real life. It was below me... slumming... but I enjoyed it.

   Now, fall had come and gone, and I knew I wasn't going back to
university. In fact, I was taking my initiation in an educational
institution of an entirely different sort. Here, more than anyplace
else, my mental aptitudes were useless. I was intellectually superior
to my cell mate by a wide margin. Tom was a habitual criminal because
he had no other skills. He took his thrills from talking about fast
cars and loose women. The guy was a moron.

   Yet, when night came, I was the one who was face down on his bunk,
while he rested a Hustler magazine between my shoulder blades, and
fucked my rear hole while talking dirty to the artificial women in
those glossy pages.

   During the day, he would spew his ignorant opinions to his friends.
I could, if I wanted, silently shred his flawed logic. It drove me
insane that he felt he could end any argument by popping out the only
long word he ever learned in his white trash education.

   " Irregardless, " he would sum up his opinions, and then go on to
another one of his conspiracy theories, which I soon learned were like
candy for Tom. I didn't bother pointing out the double negative to
him. Why correct the guy, when it would just result in him demanding a
public blow job to show everyone who was boss ?

   As much as I resented his bullying, I stayed close by him. He was
my protector in a strange way. As long as I belonged to him, I wasn't
subject to being raped by the other inmates like I had been in my
early weeks here. I played submissive to him the way I had been
trained by my time with the Vietnamese women, and it seemed to please
him to no end.

   Which is why I was so puzzled by this turn of events. I couldn't
figure out why Tom and his buddies had broken my nose, and had beaten
me to the extent that I had to be hospitalised. Apparently, the prison
counsellor had been working on the same mystery. She visited me one
day when I was nearly recovered. The doctor stood at my bedside.

   " He looks... different..."

   " I did my best to reset his nose. I think the results are
remarkable, considering. "

   " Quite. And his lips... ?"

   " Just swelling. They'll go down over time. "

   " His neck ?"

   " He took a pretty good blow to the throat. I had to scrape away
part of the Adam's apple that was too severely damaged. You can find a
full account of it in my medical report. "

   " No need... it looks like you did a fine job. "

   She turned her attention to me.

   " You're a tough case. I can see from your file that you refused a
deal with the prosecutor that would have seen you take simple
probation. "

   It was news to me, but in truth, I expected no more from my lawyer.
Any deal that would have compromised Cowboy's organisation would never
have crossed his lips.

   " Don't tell me that you now want to protect the boys who did this
violence to you. You must have seen something. Tell me who it was. "

   I shook my head and croaked out my answer. " I didn't see. "

   Two of the guys who had been holding me were members of a biker
gang. Tom was loosely associated with the Angels. If I told anyone
about their involvement, I wouldn't survive long in this place.

   " Come on, " she inched a little closer, and lowered her voice
sympathetically. " I know that it can't have been easy for you in a
place like this. Don't be a martyr. If they can do this to you once,
they'll do it again. "

   I shook my head again.

   The counsellor stood back and address the doctor again. " When will
he be out of infirmary ?"

   " In the next few days, but I'll need to have follow-up
appointments every few days to insure that he's healing up okay. "

   " Agreed. "

   Despite what the doctor said, the swelling on my lips never did go
down. When I was finally out from the hospital, and the constricting
bandages were removed from my midsection, I was startled by how
different I looked.

   I don't know what the doctor did to me while he had me at his
clinic. My waist had been constricted to a ridiculous proportion. I
had never had a whole lot of body fat, but what was left seemed to be
displaced into my hips, giving me a much more feminine body shape.

   The change to the shape of my nose was dramatic. I don't know any
word to describe it except "cute". My cheekbones seemed to be placed
somewhat higher on my face, perhaps with implants. I viewed myself in
the mirror with disbelief, pressing my fingers against the numb
portions of my face that had been so radically altered. The reduction
of my Adam's apple, and the extra flesh on my lips added to my
makeover.

   Back in the cell, Tom was more controlling and protective than
ever. I was his prize, and he never left me alone. During the day, he
kept me fully dressed to hide the changes in my body. At night,
though, I reported to his bunk for "training".

   I tried not to think about the sex. The drugs helped a bit. If I
had enough artificial pleasure burning in my veins, I could just lay
there and take it any way the pig wanted it. The drugs would tell me
when to moan in pleasure, and how to play the part of the perfect
whore that he wanted.

   The problem was, Tom never gave me quite enough. I had to settle
for brief, delicious moments of unreality, before it would all come
back to me in a flood of cum down my throat.

   Dr. Rivers was a little more generous with his drugs.

   Every second day, I visited his office for a check-up. The first
thing he would do is give me a long sweet drink of morphine. I waited
anxiously while he fed the liquid into my arm, ever so slowly. By the
time he withdrew the syringe, I wasn't a bit concerned about what else
he did to me in his examinations.

   I didn't ask what all the other injections were for. In truth, I
guess I already had a pretty good idea. I tried to hide the changes
from the other guys, but here in the examination room, when he took
off my shirt and prodded at my sensitive and swollen nipples, it was
clear that I was growing little breasts.

   He checked the places where he had done liposuction on my belly,
and instructed me on the kind of diet I should maintain to keep the
figure he had so generously provided me.

   " If I only could have had you a few years sooner, " he mused,
admiring his work in progress. " No matter. With enough work, you'll
be prefect. Just a few little adjustments. Maybe an extra dose or two
of hormones, eh ?"

   I nodded stupidly through the morphine.

   In these visits, he did all of the little adjustments he wanted. On
a couple of  visits, he brought electrolysis equipment, to remove any
body hair that would mar his artwork. He tried various chemical scrubs
on my skin to promote a pale, soft flesh. Some of them were painful,
but he was unconcerned. All that mattered was the results.

   He would, of course, test the results by bending me over the
examination table when he was done, and feeding his cock into me from
behind. He would cup my little breasts in his hands and pinch my
oversensitive nipples until I squealed. In every way, he wanted to see
how convincing I was as a girl.
 
   " Come on, you little whore... tell me how much you like it..." he
would instruct me.

   I would act my part of the script in a falsetto that seemed to
please him.

   " Mmmm... yeah... fuck me, it feels so goood..." 

   And if he gave me enough drugs, I could even mean it for a while.


Growing Tip # 7:  Don't rush at the end. The buds will be ready when
they're ready. Even once you've taken them off of the plant, don't
rush the process. They need to be dried slowly, or the final product
will be too harsh a smoke. Take the right amount of time, and the
product will burn just right.


   My only friend was John the Bear.

   " Is Ivan in my home country, but here is John, " the old Russian
explained. " A very common name. In every country, there is a name for
Ivan. Here, it is John. "

   He had an oddly repetitive way of speaking. It was like he was
always convincing himself that what he was saying was the truth.

   " You take my Queen, yes, but it is no problem. The Queen is a good
piece, yes, but even a Pawn can win the game. Many times in
championship games, the difference is made by lowly Pawn. Is no matter
that you take my Queen. "

   Even in the horror that had become my life, there were hours when
Tom and his biker friends were otherwise occupied. Maybe they were
developing yet another conspiracy theory, or watching ESPN, or some
shit like that. I didn't care.

   In these times, Tom allowed me to visit the next cell over, and
play chess with the Russian. I was never quite skilled enough to take
a game, but I was the only inmate who could give him a challenge, if I
wasn't on drugs at the time. Between moves, he would muse upon my
predicament.

   " They make you a girl, yes. Is probably not a bad thing. Is all
about tactics. You sent here for growing with the Vietnamese, yes ? "

   It wasn't really a question. John always knew the answers. 

   " Is no good for the Vietnamese to have you in here. They will be
afraid that you go weak and testify against them. Yes, they will be
very afraid that you will be disloyal. So for them, it might be better
that you be dead, eh ? Yes, for Vietnamese, it would be better if you
no longer were a threat. "

   " This is same for bikers in here. On outside, they make money from
controlling drug trade. They make good money from selling the drugs
that your Vietnamese grow. Is a good partnership, yes ? Vietnamese
protect their grow rooms, and the bikers provide big muscle to get
drugs past the border. Yes, is good partnership, and the bikers have
much to lose if you testify against Vietnamese. "

   He paused to move his King's Bishop, a move which left me puzzling
about his overall strategy.

   " So, when bikers see that you look like a girl, it gives them
reason not to kill you. They bribe this doctor to make you more like a
girl, and this makes you valuable in the prison. And so maybe not such
a bad thing that they make you a girl. Maybe not so pleasant for you,
yes, but it keeps you alive, and so I have a chess partner. "

   My brains were only useful to one person in these prison walls. For
everyone else, it was my rapidly developing body that was the main
attraction. Tom had been careful to keep me to himself, so as to not
attract too much attention from the prison administration.
Nonetheless, it eventually came time for him to repay the bikers who
had funded the changes to my body.

   I knew that something weird was happening from early in the day. A
couple of the prison guards visited our cell to talk with Tom. After a
few minutes of negotiation, he instructed me to give each of them a
blow-job to seal the deal.

   It turned out that he was bribing them for their silence about the
scheduled show for tonight.

   It began with a shower. Tom wanted everything perfect. He left me
there with a gym bag, and instructions to "get your pretty ass ready,
and come down to the gym. "

   One of the guards stood nearby as my escort. He watched while I
shed my prison clothing, and revealed just how fully by breasts had
developed. They were still small, but they had rounded out, and my
sensitive nipples were puffed out with chemically induced excitement.
Tom had given me a taste of methamphetamine before taking me out to
the showers. It wouldn't be enough to get me through the night, but it
got my heart going.

   I closed my eyes and stepped into the hot water, trying to pretend
that I was showering for the Duchess. The memory of that scene was hot
in my mind, and aroused me to no end, but my penis reacted feebly. I
soaped my cock up, but it stayed pathetically small. It just didn't
seem to matter anymore. It was out of place on my new body.

   My tits and ass were the centres of my sexuality now. The prison
guard let out a low whistle as I moved upwards and massaged my breasts
into the hot water. I was trying to psych myself up for the sex show
that the bikers were expecting from me, and was unwittingly putting on
quite a display for the guard.

   When I stepped out of the shower, and opened the gym bag to find a
towel, I was met with another surprise. Beneath the towel was a neatly
laid out set of women's clothing, bra and panties at the top of the
pile, and a pretty flowered sun-dress beneath.

   A lump rose to my throat. The thought of dressing up like a girl
was almost too much. I don't know why. I mean, I had been fucked like
a girl more times than I cared to remember behind these walls, but I
guess I still tried to keep my identity somewhere inside. Dressing up
like a girl was just one more step in giving up my male identity.

   I fumbled with the bra first. It was a B-cup, and it fit me fairly
well. The red lace garment felt strange against my skin, displaying my
breasts like a gift wrap. I slid into the panties next. The underwear
slipped between the crack of my ass, leaving my pale rear just barely
covered.

   Next, I pulled the sun-dress over my head. The pretty little cotton
thing stopped just above my knees, and accentuated the newly feminine
curves of my body. With a red face, I had to ask for the guard's help
to zip up the back of the dress.

   There were a few other details in the bag. It took me nearly ten
minutes to struggle into the tiny shoes that had been provided. They
only had small heels, but I wobbled on them nonetheless.

   I sprayed on my perfume, and tried my best not to overdo my
make-up. There was a purse with long straps in the back. I put my
remaining make-up into the purse, and let the handbag dangle from my
wrist as I made my way out of the showers. The last thing I wanted to
do was to leave the guys waiting. Tom would make me pay for
embarrassing him.

   The guard put his hand on my ass as he escorted me to the gym. 

   " You look just like an ex-girlfriend of mine, " he commented,
which for some reason made me blush.

   I entered the gym to the sound of hoots and whistles from the
congregated Angels. The second guard I had sucked off in the morning
stood watchfully by the door. I stumbled on my heels as I made my way
into the room.

   The guys were laughing and sharing their opinions about my body.
Many of them had seen me when I first came into the prison, although
more recently, Tom had kept me pretty isolated. The guys seemed
impressed with the Doctor's work.

   " Look 'it that tight ass, " one of the guys remarked.

   " Not too tight though, eh Tom ? " another guy nudged my cell-mate,
and everyone laughed at my expense.

   What struck me the most was just how big most of these guys were.
These were enforcers and drug runners for the organization, and they
certainly lived up to the menacing reputation of the gang. In
comparison, I was a very small guy, which just added to the illusion
of my femininity.

   " Let's see her titties, " one guy yelled.

   " God, I can't wait to nail this cunt. "

   " Whoa..." Tom took his place as MC. " Just a minute guys. I don't
think she's warmed up for us yet. Just like every other girl I know,
Blondie likes a little something to get her in the mood. Now, my
girlfriend, she wants foreplay... but Blondie's not so choosy... she
just likes a little taste of heroin or crack to get her going, then
she's willing to fuck all night. "

   I felt like a pig just about to be put onto a spit, and the guys
were all licking their chops for a little meat. If someone was going
to give me a little something to help me through it, I wasn't going to
turn it down.

   A big biker near the centre of the room was the first to volunteer
his drugs. He flicked something at me from a few feet away, and it
landed near my feet. I dropped to my knees, betraying a desperation
that the guys found more than a little amusing. They whistled and
cheered when I bent forward to retrieve the offering, revealing my
panties from behind.

   It was a fat joint that the big guy had flicked towards me. It
wasn't what I was expecting. Since I had come here, I had been
accustomed to the harder drugs. Morphine was what I got in the
hospital. Heroin was Tom's drug of choice.

   Now I was on my knees, reacquainting myself with an old friend
named Mary-Jane.

   I inhaled it deeply, and then choked out the smoke. Twice more, I
tried to keep the smoke down, but each time, the tickle in my throat
betrayed me.

   " A drink, please... " I asked, desperate to get a little high
before the sex began.

   " Here's something to wet your lips on, " the large biker who had
donated the joint stood and unzipped his trousers. He planted his bog
cock in front of my face, and I couldn't do anything but obey.

   I couldn't believe my position. I was dressed like a girl... hell,
for the most part I now *was* a girl... and I was sucking this guy's
big cock in front of a crowd of twenty other guys who would expect the
same treatment. The only thing that kept me from crying was the
marijuana smoke that was rising into my nose.

   The huge biker allowed me to toke on the joint a few times between
sucking. My throat relaxed, and allowed me to keep the smoke down.
Soon, I began to feel the pleasure of the drug gently rising in the
base of my brain.

   My lips numbed. The high wasn't as overwhelming as the opiates I
was accustomed too. The smoke affected me in an entirely different
way. It crept up on me, and my world became suddenly very small.

   There was just me, and my numb lips, and a rubbery cock to suck on,
and a thick joint burning fragrantly between my fingers. I was with an
old friend, who Ashely had introduced me to in a dark basement room.
She had shown me how to enjoy my degradation, and had led me onto a
path that brought me here.

   Now, a cock unloaded into my mouth, and I swallowed without
hesitation. That old sense of arousal at being humiliated was coming
back to me.

   I stood unsteadily, and listened to the commands of the crowd. 

   " Strip for us... show us your tits... yeah, get on your knees...
crawl like a bitch... open your ass... "

   Each shameful action came easily to me. Other guys gave me
donations of drugs, and I wallowed mindlessly in sexual arousal and
drug-induced pleasure.

   They took turns fucking me, and roughly mauled my titties. I
squealed and moaned and made all of the little sounds that they wanted
to hear. Once I was drugged and aroused, it wasn't hard to imagine
that I was exactly the girl they guys viewed me as.

   These guys were so big... their cocks were so big... I took them in
my mouth until I couldn't breathe, and even that didn't seem to bother
me...

... until I passed out.

   They must have used me for a while longer, but I eventually ended
up in my old home at the infirmary. My bruised body reminded me about
what I had done, and I sought refuge in the familiar blanket of pain
killers.

***

   When I was finally released, it was just lucky timing that I
arrived back at my cell when Tom wasn't there. I was able to go over
to play one last game of chess with John the Bear.

   " You look more an more like a woman every time I see you, yes ? "
he gave me a hug in greeting. " Is good work this doctor does. Maybe I
should send my wife in to see him. Is very good work. "

   We sat down to play. He wasn't long in beginning his lecture.

   " This cannot continue, is what I hear. I hear that the warden is
not happy with the trouble it causes to have a woman in the prison. Is
big trouble for him. I don't think he will let it continue. "

   He changed subjects unexpectedly.

   " I have many employees on the outside. I guess you say that I'm
the big boss, yes ? Some are loyal, like you. Yes. You very loyal to
your Vietnamese. You would never betray them. I see them visit you
sometimes, and they are worried, yes ? But you still will not betray
them, even though you suffer in here. Is very good to be so loyal.
Some of my employees are not so loyal, and they take on business
without me. This is always the way when there are many employees. "

   " This one employee, he does extra business by growing this
marijuana. He never tells me that he will be doing this. He rents a
house on his own. It is a house by the water, near the docks, so he
thinks the neighbours will not notice. I tell you where this house is.
It is on Victoria street. The last house before the water. You
remember this, yes ?"

   " Yes, " I answered, still puzzled by why he was giving me this
information.

   I remained puzzled until I was brought in for a meeting with the
prison warden, the prison counsellor, and Dr. Rivers. A fourth man sat
silently beside the doctor.

   " Take off your shirt, " Dr. Rivers told me. 

   I hesitated to do so in front of the female counsellor. She
reminded me of Janice, and I couldn't meet her eyes. Slowly, I
unbuttoned my shirt. The warden and the counsellor gasped when I
revealed my breasts.

   " How the hell does someone *do* this in prison ?" the warden
asked, almost rhetorically.

   The Janice-clone answered. " It's not going to come as a surprise
to you that there's a drug problem in the prison here. I don't suppose
it's any different to smuggle in the hormone treatments that this
young man has used. It's not uncommon for a young homosexual male,
when introduced to the prison environment, to take on a female role.
They just don't normally do it quite this well. "

   " It's unbelievable, " the warden shook his head. " I can't have
this going on. "

   He turned to me and made his offer.

   " Listen to me carefully boy. This is your only chance. You
obviously want to become a female. I'm willing to let it happen, and
I'm willing to transfer you to a female correctional facility. You
just have to do one thing for me. "

   Female ?

   " How ?" I asked.

   " Dr. Rivers has brought a colleague who is willing to perform the
operation for free, given certain considerations. "

   " What considerations ?"

   " You can discuss that with your doctors, " he evaded the question.
" But I've reviewed the doctor's offer, and I assure you that it's
quite fair. Generous, even, considering the normal costs involved in
the operation. "

   " I'm not sure I want to..."

   The female counsellor spoke up again, her voice as sympathetic as
she could fake. " If you stay here, things will only get worse. I've
seen the reports of your injuries. I know that you're using drugs to
cope. You're a smart kid. You've got to have figured out that you're
at risk of contracting AIDS in this environment. How much longer can
you really last ?"

   I lowered my eyes.

   " I just need one thing from you, " repeated the warden, seemingly
anxious to close the deal. " You obviously know the locations of more
grow operations. I just need you to tell me about one. That's my
price. That way, I can justify it to the crown. Just one little grow
operation, and I'll approve everything for you. "

   I couldn't betray Cowboy. He would have me killed.

   " Speak up, boy. No one will know that it was you. "

   They would know. No one else would betray them. Besides, I wasn't
even certain that Cowboy would have kept his grow operation in place
this long after my arrest.

   It was a no-win situation.

   " Come on. Just one. Just give me an excuse to help you, boy. "

   I wasn't even sure that I wanted it. I would be giving up my male
identity forever. I would be sissy Blondie.

   But returning to Tom's control was no better an option. The words
came too easily to my lips.

   " Victoria Drive... I'm not sure of the exact address... on the
north end, the last house before the waterfront..." I silently thanked
John the Bear for his gift.

***

   I waited nervously in the hallway. Dr. Haskell had been very
particular about the way I should dress. He had even gone shopping
with me, on the first day of my three day pass.

   This was how I was spending my precious time outside of the prison
walls. It was our agreement. In lieu of payment for the reconstruction
of my sex organs, I had traded away my prison leaves, and large blocks
of additional time once I made parole.

   He bought me a blue sweater and smart looking skirt for my debut. 

   " I don't want there to be any question about whether you're a
female. You're the best example of my work, and so you represent all
of my skills. Don't embarrass me by being anything less than perfect.
"

   Everything about this environment made me unsettled. The hallways
were familiar. They even smelled the same. My heart ached just
thinking about the distance I had come from this life.

   Students walked by. Most of them were around my own age. 

   I shuddered to think that I might see someone that I would
recognize. It didn't matter. Even if I did, no one would recognize me.
I was too different. This wasn't my world at all anymore.

   A few feet from me, the door cracked open, and Dr. Haskell beckoned
me in. It was show time. I nervously straightened my clothing before
coming into the room. The hall was larger than I had imagined. Medical
students filled over a hundred seats for the guest lecture.

   " This young lady has volunteered to be our subject today, " the
doctor explained. He closed the door behind me, and I was startled a
bit by the sound.

   " No need to be nervous, my dear, " he said, still using his
lecture voice. " There's nothing that these students haven't seen
before... at least on a cadaver. For some of the young men in the
room, however, this may be their first look at the living female
anatomy. "

   The comment brought chuckles from around the room.

   I knew this had been coming, but it was worse than I had imagined.
I wondered what the female students would think of me, a pretty young
woman who had volunteered to spread her legs for them and their male
colleagues. They would think me a real slut.

   Which, of course, was true. If they only knew all of the things I
had to do for the other female prisoners each day, they would be
disgusted. My cell-mate now was Suzy Ninebark, an Indian girl who had
learned to resent the fuck out of whites, and was taking it all out on
the ass of the cute white girl who shared her bunk at night. I was
glad for all of the lessons I had learned at the hands of the
Vietnamese girls. It was only my skill at pleasing her sexually that
kept Suzy from inflicting some serious damage on me.

   " Why don't we get started ?  Mary-Jane, would you please disrobe
?"

   I hesitantly pulled my sweater over my head while the room looked
on. Dr. Haskell had seen my body before, of course. Hell, he had
created it. He took up where Dr. Rivers left off. Because he intended
to use me as a showpiece, he had resisted the temptation to enlarge my
breasts with implants. Instead, he had pushed up my levels of hormone,
and made some adjustments to my diet. The side effects were
uncomfortable, but he had increased me to a nearly a C-cup, so he was
happy.

   The male students seemed appreciative of his efforts. No one made
any noises, of course, but I could feel their eyes on me. In the front
row, a male and a female student sat together. I figured they must be
a couple. She was keeping an eye on his reaction, and nudged him with
her elbow when he seemed too attentive to my body. Also in the front
row were a few older men and women, who I assumed were colleagues of
Dr. Haskell's, sitting in for his guest lecture.

   Next, I slid out of my skirt. Exercise, diet, and liposuction had
sculpted my legs into a shape that Dr. Haskell was pleased with.

   " To be absolutely perfect, the spacing of the legs would need to
be slightly wider, " he had explained to me. " But we work with what
we have. " He had compensated by keeping my inner thighs quite thin.
The results were better than I could have imagined.

   I paused when I was down to my underwear.

   " Don't be shy, my dear. Remember, you volunteered for this. "

   I lowered my eyes to the floor, and revealed the rest of my body.
The reactions were hushed, but I blushed nonetheless.

   " Climb up onto the table. It's time the class got a better look. "

   The examination table was set up at the front of the lecture hall.
Above, a projection screen displayed Dr. Haskell's notes to the
students.

   I crawled up onto the table, allowing the doctor to move me into
the position he wanted. He placed my legs into the stirrups, exposing
my lower body fully to the students.

   " Donald ? Can we get the image now ?"

   On the large screen, Dr. Haskell's notes faded into blackness. A
moment later, the notes were replaced by something much more
compelling to the class. The teacher's aid had set up a video camera.
To my utter humiliation, the screen was now filled with the enlarged
image of my pussy. The image blurred in and out as Donald worked on
the focus.

   I breathed quickly, trying to regain my composure. I had to hide my
reaction. This was my re-entry into the world of academics, not as a
teacher or student, but as a piece of meat on the examining table. The
image of a body I didn't want to believe was my own was projected
above me.

   " Now, before we continue, I will let everyone know that Mary-Jane
is an interesting example of female anatomy. I will, however, leave it
to the students in this classroom to discover what is unusual about
our subject. Any volunteers ?"

   The class was silent. Perhaps they were still adjusting to the six
foot image of my exposed ass and pussy dominating the front of the
room.

   " Come now... you all hope to be doctors... I hope you're not this
embarrassed when your first real patient comes in for an examination.
"

   His pressure prompted three students to come forward, two males and
a female. They approached my right side, and stood awkwardly above my
naked body. Dr. Haskell stepped back, and waved his hands in
invitation for them to examine me more closely. I think he was
savouring the embarrassment of both myself and the students, but most
of all, the secret that would inevitably be revealed by their probing
of my artificial vagina.

   " Go ahead... you aren't going to learn anything by just standing
there..."

   One of the guys reached out tentatively, and touched the folds of
flesh between my legs.

   " For god's sake, man, wear some gloves, " the doctor berated him.
" You don't just stick your grubby fingers wherever you please. "

   The student's face went a bright red, and he pulled his fingers
away as if he had touched electricity. There were chuckles from the
other students around the room. He stepped back, and allowed the
second male student to take his place. This one had the good sense to
retrieve some latex gloves before proceeding with his examination.

   He stood beside me, facing the screen. He watched the image of my
pussy on the overhead. I guess it made him more comfortable, not
viewing me directly. He used his gloved fingers to slowly spread the
lips of my pussy. Donald reacted by zooming the video camera in for a
bit of a close-up.

   " Anything unusual ? " asked Dr. Haskell from the sidelines.

   " Um, well... " the student stretched for answers, " everything
seems to be in place... "

   " Of course it seems to be in place, " the doctor snapped. " All
you're doing is a superficial examination. Do you really think you can
learn anything from just spreading the surface of her sex organs ?
You're going to have to do better than that Mr... " he consulted with
a seating list " Mr. Lewis. "

   Young Mr. Lewis was as embarrassed as the previous student. He
stepped back to allow the third student in.

   " How about it, Miss Fulton ? Do you think you can do a little
better ?"

   This girl seemed determined not to be made a fool of by the
teacher. She retrieved some equipment from the doctor's tray, and
circled around front of me, blocking the view of the video camera.
Whatever relief I got from not having my body displayed on the screen
was soon lost to the feel of the student's breath against my sensitive
flesh, and then the cool touch of metal at my entrance.

   Dr. Haskell had used equipment like this on me before. I held my
breath as the young woman slid the instrument into me, and then locked
it into position.

   " What are you seeing, Miss Fulton ?" the doctor asked. He could
barely hide his excitement.

   " Nothing. "

   " Really ?"

   " Yes. The cavity is a dead end. There are no reproductive organs.
No uterus. Nothing. "

   " Are you certain ? " he goaded, trying to pressure her into a
doubting her conclusion, " maybe you're just not using the equipment
properly. "

   She paused, but remained firm in her convictions. " There's
nothing. "

   The doctor stood and approached the examination table. This was his
moment, and he was ready to enjoy it. " As Miss Fulton so astutely
points out, Mary-Jane has no reproductive organs. In an operation last
year, I removed her penis and testicles, and reconstructed the flesh
into the female form. "

   The room gasped and whispered in response. Dr. Haskell continued
his lecture, dismissing the three students from the front of the room.
The female student removed the instrument before leaving, and once
again, my body was lewdly displayed on the big screen.

   " As you all can seen, the difference is impossible to detect from
a surface examination. Her breasts are completely natural, induced by
hormonal supplementation. They feel entirely normal, and are sensitive
to the touch. " He demonstrated by rubbing one of my nipples between
his fingers until it was erect.

   " As for her other sex organs, you can certainly attribute their
fine appearance to the skill of the surgeon if you please, " he smiled
at his self-flattery, " and I assure you that only her gynaecologist
would ever know the difference. She is fully sexually functional.
Isn't that right, Mary-Jane ?"

   " Yes, " I answered.

   " It's an interesting point to these operations. Most people wonder
if the subject will be able to achieve orgasm. In this case, Mary-Jane
has adjusted to experiencing more typically female orgasms, and has
reported to me that she can even have multiple orgasms in a single
session. "

   Having this information shared with a classroom of strangers was
every bit as humiliating as you would imagine. I was just relieved
that he didn't ask me to tell the story about how I had first
experienced a multiple orgasm. Suzy Ninebark had been beating my ass
with one of her shoes while I licked the pussy of her friend Mary.

   The sensations were overwhelming, and I still hadn't broken my
habit of playing with myself during my degradation. Then, Suzy hit
just the right tempo, slapping my ass red to the rhythm of my
pleasure, and I had slipped into a shameful orgasm, moaning my
pleasure into Mary's body. Suzy didn't let up on her beating, and I
didn't stop enjoying it. By the time I brought Mary off, I had cum
three times, and had rubbed myself raw.

   Dr. Haskell wasn't done with humiliating me yet, however. 

   " Go ahead and show the students how you orgasm, Mary-Jane. I'm
sure they'll be interested. "

   I couldn't refuse. If I broke my agreement with him, I'd be in debt
long past my prison term. More importantly, Dr. Haskell often brought
me a small package of drugs to the prison. I dutifully turned them
over to Suzy Ninebark. If my supply ended, she would find a way to
make me suffer for it.

   Hesitantly, I lowered my hand down to my pussy, and began rubbing
myself roughly for the amusement of the class. As nervous as I was, I
knew I would have trouble coming to an orgasm.

   What Dr. Haskell hadn't explained was that despite my appearance,
there was no way he could endow my reformed flesh with the number of
nerve endings that would come naturally to the female clitoris. I had
to stimulate myself more forcefully than I would do for other women,
and it always came easier when I was already aroused by licking pussy
or a punishment session. Damn it, I just wanted it to be over.

   While I worked on my pussy, a couple of Dr. Haskell's colleagues
came up on the podium nearby, and talked quietly with my maker.

   " Good show, Jack... where on earth did you find someone like this
?"

   " In prison. "

   " You're pulling my leg. "

   They chatted almost casually while the rest of the class watched
the freak-show in the big screen.

   " No, I'm not. You know Phil Rivers. He has a contract with
corrections. By the time he brought me in for consultation, he already
had her most of the way through the sex change. Now, she co-operates
with me most spectacularly. She's real eager to please, if you know
what I mean. "

   " You lucky bastard. This is a great gag. I'm sure everyone will be
lining up to book you for lectures. Look at that, " he was watching my
body jerk up and down on the big screen, " she's absolutely perfect.
You can tell she enjoys doing this in public. "

   " I'm glad you like her, Eric. She's got one more day before she's
due back in prison. I was thinking that I could bring her over
tomorrow for a little dinner gathering. "

   " That sounds great. Will Monica be coming ?"

   " No way. She'd never put up with this kind of thing. But if I
recall, Judith wouldn't have a problem with this, would she ?"

   " No. I think she'll quite enjoy it. In fact, maybe I'll ask Marty
and Lisa over too, if it's all right. "

   I groaned involuntarily. All this talk of the doctors sharing me
with their wives was getting to me, despite myself. My body shook with
embarrassment and arousal.

   " By the way, Jack, it looks like she's wearing some make-up on her
ass. What's that all about ? " Another one of his colleagues spoke up.

   " I'm not sure. I hadn't noticed. "

   I had really hoped that he wouldn't. He had been so particular
about my appearance, I was sure he wouldn't approve of my new tattoo.

   " Do you mind if I check it out ?"

   " No, go ahead. "

   He brought a cotton swab and some saline to remove the cover-up
from my ass. I watched anxiously on the big screen. The patch of
flesh-coloured make-up was visible on my left ass cheek. It covered
the tattoo I had earned so painfully from Suzy Ninebark. It had taken
her most of a night to get it the way she wanted.

   He brought the cotton swab to my skin, and the coolness of the
saline surprised me. The class watched the action, dividing their
attention between curiosity about he markings on my ass, and my
obviously impending public climax. My body was telegraphing how close
I was to a humiliating orgasm.

   Was there any other kind for me ?

   The doctor wiped away the remaining make-up with a couple of
stroked, revealing the dark ink to everyone. They cocked their heads
in unison, as from their vantage point, on the screen, the tattoo was
upside down.

   It only took a few seconds for the laughing to begin.

   ' Suzy's Dumb Cunt ' was the unimaginative derogatory the native
girl had branded on my ass.

   The shame of it all washed over me.

   This was definitely going to take more than one orgasm.

***

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