Milking Time IV by Gregster (Shemales, Huge penises, Masturbation, Lesbian sex, D/s)


This story involves a group of shemales who live on an island that 
exists in our world, but they chose to remain mostly isolated.  That's 
part of the reason I also call them amazons.

The shemales in my stories have genitalia that start at John Holmes' 
size, and then get much bigger.  (This is a work of fantasy after all.)  
So if extreme size is not to your liking, I suggest you go elsewhere 
and pick another story.

This story can be read on its own.  But I highly recommend going back 
and reading the first three Milking Time stories, if you haven't 
already done so. I've started some plot threads that build on events 
from the previous stories, and other chapters will build off of what 
happens here. Things build and escalate to a much more satisfying 
conclusion if you know what has happened before.

This story is copyrighted and may not be posted anywhere without my 
express written permission.

I welcome comments and feedback from anyone who takes the time to read 
this. You can contact me via e-mail at: gsisk@mailexcite.com

Milking Time IV

Chapter #9: Barocca & Jeanne Part #1: Jeanne's Indoctrination

Barocca and Jeanne strolled from the beach, through the perimeter doors 
of the Island complex, and then through the deserted hallways and 
corridors until they were safely back in Barocca's quarters. Barocca 
held her finger to her lips for silence as they entered the corridors.

Thanks to her earlier precautions, the chance of someone seeing or 
hearing them was remote, but it wouldn't hurt to be on the cautious 
side for a little bit.

When both girls were inside Barocca's quarters at last, Barocca let out 
a sigh of relief.

Both girls plopped down onto the sofa in the main room of Barocca's 
quarters.

"Damn. I'm not sure I want to make a living at this 'secret agent' 
stuff, Jeanne."

"I'm not used to sneaking around after hours either, Barocca. But it's 
good to see you again, and at least get settled in somewhere. I know 
that we just got here Barocca, but I guess now is the best time for 
this. I've got a little confession to make to you."

"Oh? What's that, Jeanne?"

"Well, after you sent me those photos of the various girls on the 
Island, I'll admit I was hooked. During the daytime before you'd call 
at night, and in the days before I actually got on the flight to the 
Bahamas, I did a lot of serious searching on the Internet for more 
stuff like it. You have to wade through a lot of junk to get to the 
good stuff, but it's there."

"Tell me about it," muttered Barocca. "You wouldn't believe what I went 
through just to get in touch with you in the first place."

"Well anyway, I eventually got in touch with a couple of serious 
traders and collectors," continued Jeanne. "They went absolutely 
apeshit when they saw some of those photos that you sent me, and 
offered to trade anything I could name for them, or buy them outright 
from me. I played 'hard to get' and held out for something really 
special and really different from them. What they turned up surprised 
me beyond anything I was prepared to see."

"What was that, Jeanne?" asked Barocca. She was growing wary of what 
Jeanne might be prepared to tell her.

"They only had a handful of photos, and they wouldn't tell me where 
they got them," said Jeanne. "But once they showed them to me as 
attachments to an e-mail, there wasn't any doubt who the girls were in 
them."

Barocca sat still, trying to judge Jeanne's emotions. Jeanne had a grin 
on her face like a Cheshire cat.

"One of the girls was you, Barocca," said Jeanne. "The other was Ebony. 
I met her and worked with her in a couple of videos for Napali Video. I 
was also aware of who she was from seeing video adds and magazines at 
agents' offices while I was making regular videos and doing standard 
modeling." "Are you sure it was me and Ebony you saw, Jeanne?"

"Damn straight, Barocca. I know as well as anyone else, that in this 
business, girls get different looks all the time. And the different 
photography and lighting can make it hard to tell sometimes too. But I 
knew you and Ebony well enough to be certain that I wasn't mistaken 
here.

"What threw me off for a little bit was your cock, Barocca."

Barocca's jaw dropped open in surprise.

"Yes, your cock! Don't look so astonished girl. I could tell from those 
marathon phone calls we had that you were definitely leading up to 
something, but didn't want to tell me just yet. And like we both know, 
if you want to look long enough and hard enough, you can find 
information on just about anything using the Internet nowadays. So when 
I finally came across some explicit shots of you and Ebony, I wasn't 
completely surprised to see you as a shemale after all."

"Okay, Jeanne. Guilty as charged. The way we make most of our income 
here on the Island is by producing custom photo sets and videos for 
clients. If somebody's got enough money, we'll do it. Obviously you 
managed to somehow get in touch with one of our clients."

Jeanne moved closer to Barocca to let her see the lust in her eyes, and 
hear the passion in her voice. "Like I said before, what really threw 
me for a loop was your cock. You had a hard-on between your legs that 
was like a fucking baseball bat.

"The other thing that confused me for a bit were the shots of Ebony, 
when she was with you in the same photo. Ebony looked as though she was 
some kind of giantess. The last time that I saw her, I would've thought 
that she was about the same height as you. But here, your head barely 
came to her shoulders. And Ebony herself had a piece of meat between 
her legs that made yours like a schoolboy's."

Barocca sat there and let Jeanne's words sink in. So far, Jeanne was 
not angry or repulsed. If anything, Jeanne was getting more and more 
turned on as she related her story to Barocca.

"The two of you weren't having any sex in these shots," continued 
Jeanne. "Just jerking off, and showing off how huge your cocks were for 
the cameras. And talk about cum shots... girl, I haven't seen that much 
spunk on the floor since a gang-bang video, and not even that comes 
close to what you and Ebony were doing!"

Barocca relaxed just a little bit. Somehow Jeanne had managed to find 
out more than she had thought she could about the rest of the Island. 
As well as some of the girls; including herself. But the good news was 
that Jeanne was more turned on and horny than Barocca had dared hope 
for.

"Okay, Jeanne," said Barocca. "The secret's out. I've been a shemale 
for several years now, since I came to the Island. I sent you the 
sample photos of some of the newer, or the less developed girls on the 
Island, because I didn't want to throw too much at you too soon. I just 
wanted to feel you out, and see just how you reacted to the idea of 
shemales in the first place.

"I'm what they call one of the older girls, or the 'senior amazons' 
here. That means my cock is fully developed, at about two feet in 
length. Those girls in the photos you saw have been here anywhere from 
several months to just under a year. They're all about halfway through 
their development and advancement. If they're lucky, they'll eventually 
max out at about my size too."

"C'mon, Barocca," said Jeanne. "If you've got that much meat between 
your legs, how come it isn't falling out of your panties right now?"

"That's because among other things, we're taught a number of mind 
control exercises so we can manage out cocks, when we're not having 
fun." Barocca stood up and quickly pulled her bikini panties down so 
Jeanne could see her cock and balls. In her present state, Barocca's 
cock looked much like any other normal male's, being about four inches 
long.

"I know it doesn't look like much now, Jeanne. But that's by design. We 
didn't want foot-long sausages hanging down our legs and flopping 
around. When we're ready to have sex, we release the control over our 
cocks, and they fill with blood, and we get an erection, just like a 
guy. Dee Dee, the gal who's the science guru here, did something 
special to our cocks, so that they can grow to tremendous sizes, and 
still be manageable when they're not erect."

"Barocca, you have got to give me an 'up close and personal' 
demonstration of that cock of yours sometime real soon, girl," said 
Jeanne.

"Don't worry girlfriend," replied Barocca. "You'll see enough cock 
around here that you won't know what to do with it all. And enough jism 
that'll make whatever you saw in those photos look like a drop in the 
bucket. You can count on it.

"We'll definitely have some fun later on tonight. For right now, I'm 
gonna tell you a story about the Island, and a little slut named 
Jordan. And then I'm gonna tie things together for how you fit into all 
of this. So sit down and get comfy, Jeanne. I'm going to get a Diet 
soda from the kitchen. Do you want one?"

"Yeah sure, Barocca. That sounds good."

Barocca strolled into the small kitchen area, and squatted down in 
front of the refrigerator as she opened the door. Just as she'd done 
countless times with Ebony before, with the door open, Barocca was 
blocked from view when she bent down to get at the sodas.

Barocca did a double-take, and almost hit her head on the door when she 
looked and couldn't find the bottle of pills she knew were supposed to 
be there. Somehow, someone had broken in here and taken things. "Son of 
a...." Barocca muttered aloud.

"Hey, you all right in there, Barocca?" Jeanne called.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just remembered something I've gotta do tomorrow."

"Not being able to start Jeanne on a diet of the special pills will 
throw a wrench in the works," thought Barocca. "But this gal just may 
be even more gung-ho and cock crazy than Jordan is. I may not even need 
the pills to get her to see things my way."

Barocca walked back out to the sofa with the two Diet sodas, and handed 
one to Jeanne. Then she settled down next to her.

"As I was saying, Jeanne, now it's story time. You're gonna find out 
all about the other little things I didn't tell you about the Island, 
and you can ask any questions you want. After that I'll show you some 
videos that don't pull any punches, about how things are here, and what 
you can expect if you stick around."

"I can hardly wait, Barocca. Don't leave out any of the juicy details!"

"You got it, girl," replied Barocca. "Now once upon a time..."

Two hours later, Jeanne knew just about every intimate secret and dirty 
detail that there was to know about the Island. Barocca let the sampler 
video that she had shown Jeanne finish rewinding, and turned the power 
off. "Well Barocca, there's just one thing I don't quite understand. 
Why have you got it in so bad for Jordan?"

Barocca let out a long sigh. "I don't really have a concrete answer for 
that one, Jeanne. Part of it is because she got out of line on her 
first day here during the Milking Ritual with Tiffany and me. The other 
part is that not only did Tiffany, Dee Dee and Clyda somehow pardon 
Jordan for that incident; they also decided to give her preferential 
treatment, and let her skip to the head of the class, as far as getting 
her cock goes.

"So since they've decided to bend all the rules for Jordan, I've 
decided that I'm within my rights to do the same thing with you, 
Jeanne."

"Geez, Barocca. I had no idea you felt that strongly about me, to take 
that kind of a risk."

"Up until now, I wasn't quite sure myself, Jeanne. But after seeing the 
way you reacted to just seeing photos of Ebony and myself, I know I 
couldn't have made a better choice. You almost came in your pants from 
just talking about it, girl. Just think what'll happen when you see my 
cock for real, and when you eventually have one just like it for 
yourself."

"Holy, fucking, shit..." The words were barely audible as Jeanne imagined 
the full impact of what Barocca had just told her. Her eyes glazed 
over, as Jeanne imagined the ecstasies that lay ahead of her on the 
Island.

"Earth to Jeanne. Earth to Jeanne," Barocca waved her palm in front of 
Jeanne and chuckled. Jeanne's attention came back to focus on Barocca. 
"That's better, Jeanne. You really can't wait to become one of us, can 
you?"

"Is it really that obvious, Barocca? I guess getting a taste of it in 
those 'Bi And Beyond' videos years ago got me hooked. Are you sure you 
can really pull this off?"

"Don't worry. Dee Dee does everything by computer here on the Island, 
including the surgery techniques. Somehow she's got them programmed to 
perform all the delicate micro-operations. Thanks to a little 
skullduggery, I've got a full copy of all her files. So it's just a 
matter of becoming familiar with everything, and then I'll be able to 
give you the treatment, and make you one of the family here."

"Okay, Barocca. I know you can't make it happen tonight. But if you've 
gone to this much risk and trouble to get me here in secret, I know 
you're serious about it. Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it. But 
in the meantime, I can't wait any more. I want to see that cock of 
yours."

"You got it, girlfriend. But remember a couple of things. You're brand 
new to the Island. You haven't yet started taking any of the vitamins 
and other goodies we feed the girls here.

"I'm gonna let you take your time, get me hard, and suck me off. You 
can get a good taste of my cum that way. You'll probably be able to get 
most of the head of my cock in your mouth, but not much more.

"If you're still game after that, we'll take it to the next level. But 
I want to warn you ahead of time: as for actually fucking, that's a 
whole different ballgame. I don't care if you've even gone one on one 
with Johnny Wadd himself; there's a world of difference between that, 
and what you saw on Ebony and me. You saw the video scenes of Jordan 
getting fucked by Ebony, right? Well, Jordan had the advantage of at 
least having taken a partially effective pill that Dee Dee prepared for 
her. And Ebony still almost split her in two.

"I'll be as gentle as I can with you Jeanne. But I want to you know 
what you're getting into, so you know there's no surprises. What do you 
say, Jeanne?"

"Barocca, I really appreciate the heart to heart talk, and your laying 
everything on the line for me. But if you think you're gonna scare me 
away from that monster between your legs, you're crazy. We'll take it 
slow and easy, like you said, with a blowjob. After that we'll move on 
to the next level, and I'll take whatever you can fit inside my box 
tonight.

"I know I can't do everything all at once, on my first day here. But 
I've gotta get a taste of everything that you and this place have to 
offer."

Barocca extended her arms, and smiled. "I'm all yours tonight, Jeanne. 
Let's get started, honey."

Chapter #9: Barocca & Jeanne

Part #2: Barocca Duz Jeanne

Barocca smiled warmly at Jeanne, and she quickly undid the two knots 
that held her bikini panties on, and tossed them to the side.

Barocca focused her thoughts, and released the mental control over her 
cock. Almost instantly, Barocca's cock lengthened and expanded so that 
it was now eight inches long, and as thick as several of Jeanne's 
fingers were.

Jeanne shook her head in disbelief. "Damn. You weren't kidding about 
some of the things you can do with your cock, Barocca."

"You ain't seen nothing yet, Jeanne. Get to work on my cock like a good 
girl." Jeanne knelt before Barocca's huge limp cock. Her face was right 
in front of it. Barocca could see Jeanne's nipples swelling and 
bursting with excitement. She watched Jeanne's long fingers take her 
huge cock and then gently fondle it with her soft palms.

Barocca's cock was showing signs of arousal. Jeanne hugged it close to 
her. Barocca's cock stiffened almost immediately from her hot touch and 
she began to kiss it.

It was a lustful sight that never failed to bring awe-inspiring passion 
to Barocca. To watch a woman give way to depraved carnal instincts, 
when they saw one of the cocks of the shemale amazons was incredible. 
Jeanne held Barocca's cock in both hands and then rubbed the flaccid 
tip along her beautiful face and sniffed it.

Jeanne's senses were reveling from the touch of Barocca's huge cock so 
close to her and her motions became wilder and wilder. She quickly 
grabbed the huge turgid piece of meat to her and hugged it close to her 
breasts. Jeanne planted it in her cleavage.

Barocca's cock was growing in length and thickness rapidly. Jeanne had 
never seen a cock this thick and this huge, much less mere inches in 
front of her face. Jeanne was almost as busty as Barocca, and she had 
buried countless cocks in her cleavage before, and watched them vanish 
from sight. The throbbing hunk of meat that was Barocca's cock was 
another matter entirely. Jeanne watched more and more of Barocca's cock 
grow and lengthen in front of her eyes, as the head forced its way from 
the top of her breasts, and kept on growing.

Even when Jeanne exerted force and pressure with her hands on her 
breasts, she was powerless to stop Barocca's cock from increasing in 
size. The feeling of Barocca's cock as it oozed between her mashed-
together breasts was electrifying to Jeanne. Barocca's heavy balls 
slapped against Jeanne's stomach with an audible sound.

In almost no time at all, Barocca's cock had reached its full length of 
almost two feet.

"Nice try, Jeanne. But you might as well try to hold back the ocean 
with your bare hands."

"Holy shit. Your hunk of meat is just incredible, Barocca."

Jeanne stared in awe, as almost a foot of cock meat wavered in the air 
in front of her, as it protruded from the top of her cleavage. Just the 
amount of Barocca's cock that was visible from the top was bigger than 
almost any other cock that Jeanne had ever seen in her life.

Jeanne mauled her lovely tits around it and played with Barocca's 
massive staff with her trembling hands. Jeanne was trying to control 
her lust, to keep it in line, so that she would not disturb this 
precious moment with childish enthusiasm. But she was so intensely 
fascinated by Barocca's truncheon that she could not let go of it. 
Jeanne knew that she had to try to swallow it in her mouth, very soon.

Jeanne desperately wanted to please Barocca. The moment had to be as 
good for Barocca as it was for her. Barocca saw Jeanne draw the stiff 
cock up to her lips and then gently flick her tongue all over its 
exposed length. Jeanne shifted her position so that she could get her 
tongue and mouth on Barocca's cockhead. Jeanne was breathing very hard 
and gasping between flicks of her tongue.

Barocca's rod had filled with blood and she could feel her balls fill 
up and swell, as they settled ever so slightly lower in her scrotal 
sac.

Then Jeanne's passion raised to such intensity that she could no longer 
control her urges and she took the tip of Barocca's humongous cockhead 
into her hot mouth. Barocca made a soft moan. She shook a little in her 
place and began to tremble from her rising heat.

It didn't matter if it was an experienced amazon lover, or someone 
seeing her for the first time, as Jeanne was. When someone was as 
engrossed with lust as Jeanne was, the feelings on her cock were 
incredible.

Jeanne was out of her senses with lust. She hugged Barocca's monstrous 
truncheon closer to her, and mashed the shaft into the folds of her 
breasts. Jeanne's body was beginning to become flushed with sexual 
passion and saliva was drooling out of the corners of her mouth, as she 
worked on Barocca's cock. She could no longer control her urge to suck 
Barocca's massive pole. Jeanne lovingly inserted the bloated tip 
between her succulent lips and drew it into her mouth.

By straining her jaws wide, Jeanne finally managed the impossible. The 
enormous, bulbous cockhead went between her lips. With a superhuman 
effort she pulled Barocca's cock to her and buried the massive tip 
inside the embrace of her succulent mouth. She jerked the massive 
member with her pretty hands and held onto the tip with her hot mouth.

Her lips encircled the rim under the cockhead and she swooned and 
gasped in delight from the throb of the cock in her mouth. Her nipples 
were swollen. Her cunt flowered open and dripped juices from her 
blazing snatch onto the bedcovers as she made love to Barocca's cock.

Barocca's stanchion had finally stiffened to full, rock-hard erectness. 
It was the biggest cock Jeanne had ever seen. The dark skin was pulled 
leather-taut on the ebony shaft.

Barocca's cock was bathed in the hot spittle of Jeanne, who could not 
remove her mouth and lips from the instrument. Both girls were locked 
in a fiery lovemaking that was mutually inspired.

It was a passion-filled Jeanne that sought to please Barocca as she 
performed her lustful groping. Barocca tried not to sway in her 
position. Though Barocca was filled with passion, she maintained her 
composure expertly. Barocca did not shift in place, or buck and weave 
her buttocks with her motions. For the time being, it was important to 
let Jeanne do whatever she wanted with her cock. That way, Barocca knew 
she would have a willing sex slave at her beck and call later on.

Barocca was shaking, and trying to keep her body in position. Her feet 
shifted slightly back and forth. Jeanne ran her whole body over her 
erect black pole. She loved it in between her tits and it glistened 
from her sweat and spit. Jeanne was beside herself with passion. She 
let out little pig-like squeals of excitement.

Barocca's muscles began to tremble and convulse from the crazy motion 
of Jeanne's groping hands and loving mouth. She reveled in the feeling 
of the cock being stimulated like this, and she continued to tug and 
pull on her balls, while the tip lay between Jeanne's lips.

Barocca saw Jeanne's body begin to writhe in spasms as she nearly came 
just from having her cock in her hot grasp. She took it out of Jeanne's 
mouth with a yank and ran the wet tip all over the beautiful features 
of her face. Barocca gently pushed Jeanne so that she was lying on her 
back on the bedcovers.

Barocca nuzzled the mammoth instrument in between her ample breasts 
again, and then played with her nipples by tweaking them very hard.

Jeanne was in a seething, lustful state. She was absolutely hypnotized 
by the power of the blood-gorged constrictor. Barocca took her cock and 
ran it on Jeanne's sensitive parts. The hot cockhead poked at her 
bloated tits. All the while Jeanne was gasping and squealing from the 
supreme decadence of her actions and losing more control of herself by 
the minute.

Barocca decided that she would tittyfuck Jeanne for a few minutes, and 
then shoot off, so that she could get a taste of her cum for the first 
time. After that, if Jeanne were still game, she'd take her to the next 
level. "How're you doing down there, Jeanne? Still with us?"

Jeanne could only give Barocca a look of utter bliss, as she still was 
trying to engulf Barocca's cockhead in her mouth.

"Okay, girlfriend. Wrap those juggs of yours around my cock again, one 
more time. Don't try and suck me off; I'm gonna shift gears for a few 
minutes. When I'm ready, you'll have all the cum you can handle ready 
to pour down your throat."

Reluctantly, Jeanne released her lips from Barocca's cock. Instants 
later, Jeanne drooled, feeling the power of Barocca's rock-hard cock as 
she caressed the length of her shaft between her breasts again.

Jeanne flinched as Barocca's huge organ had suddenly gone rigid in the 
grasp of her titflesh. The meaty shaft was harder than ever, almost 
menacing; the bloated head aimed at Jeanne's face like a warhead each 
time it thrust out from between her cleavage.

Barocca began to exert her strength, and force her powerful cock back 
and forth, in and out between Jeanne's heavy tits. After ten minutes of 
tittyfucking, both girls were close to reaching the point of no return. 
Barocca tossed her head and moaned. Her soft lips rumbled. Her dark 
eyes blazed. She shook her head while Jeanne's boobs mashing against 
her shaft made the cum in her huge nuts begin to churn.

The throbbing in Barocca's shaft told Jeanne it wouldn't be long now. 
Moaning in pleasure, Barocca tossed her head high. Jeanne's boobs were 
driving her crazy. Barocca's abdominal muscles tensed and flexed as the 
first wave of her orgasm hit her.

Jeanne stroked Barocca's giant cock, loving every second of it. The 
power, the strength, the sexuality of Barocca's thick steel-beamed 
prick made Jeanne cream.

"Cum, Barocca," she whispered, the word barely passing her lips. "Cum 
... cum ... cum."

Tossing her head, Barocca's hand shifted rapidly along the bottom half 
of her overgrown shaft. Her prick was swelling. Barocca pulled her cock 
all the way down and out from between Jeanne's breasts. She had the tip 
of her cock roughly even with Jeanne's crotch, easily several feet away 
from her face and head.

Barocca smiled wickedly at Jeanne and squeezed her mammoth balls with 
one hand.

The gripping squeeze on her balls was the trigger. Barocca's balls 
erupted and a hot, squirting load sprayed from her cockhead. It was a 
long thick load that was almost a constant stream from her cockhead to 
Jeanne's neck. It splashed all over Jeanne's creamy skin. Another load 
followed almost immediately.

Barocca's head jerked back and her noises filled the room. Eyes bulging 
with fire, Barocca stroked her powerful cock with strong fingers, 
drenching Jeanne in a deluge of thick creamy shemale jizz.

Jeanne as almost in shock from the heat and the intensity with which 
Barocca's jism was landing on her. She was no stranger to having cum 
land on her from so many years in the adult business. But what was 
happening to her now was beyond anything she might have been prepared 
for.

Barocca lusted for the creamy white jism she was coating Jeanne's body 
with. She was filled with a hunger for her own cock. Like almost every 
other shemale on the Island, she had more than enough meat, so that she 
could suck her own cock whenever she wanted to. But for now, the 
spotlight belonged to Jeanne.

Barocca squeezed hard on her prick, forcing the massive ejaculations to 
briefly stop. Even after only a few splurts, she had succeeded in 
soaking almost every beautiful inch of Jeanne's flesh from the waist up 
with cum. Barocca was panting heavily as she fought to keep her cock 
under control. "Get up and get ready, Jeanne. I know you wanted to 
taste my cum, and I haven't forgotten about it. Get on your knees, and 
get your mouth on my cock, quick!"

"Ooh," Jeanne cried out. "Ooh." Cum was dribbling down into her 
armpits, soaking her face, her belly, and dribbled between her legs and 
over her cunt.

Jeanne had her mouth on Barocca's cockhead in an instant. To Barocca's 
surprise, Jeanne managed to engulf almost all of her cockhead in one 
gulp. Barocca began to release the pressure on her throbbing cock, 
allowing the jism to flow freely out of it once more. As she did with 
Debbie several days earlier, Barocca concentrated on keeping the flow 
of her cum to a steady, even pace that Jeanne could keep up with. Not 
even the senior amazons could take a full-force load, without gagging 
somewhere along the way.

A creamy wad of cum spurted into Jeanne's panting mouth.

Jeanne gulped, swallowing it. It tasted like nothing she knew. It was 
getting her hot!

Barocca's cum was warm and delicious. There was actually a sweet taste 
that lingered in her mouth, even after she had swallowed it down her 
throat. Jeanne was surprised as spurt after spurt of cum filled her 
mouth to almost overflowing, and she had to concentrate to keep up with 
Barocca's output. Barocca's cock could churn out more cum than anything 
she had ever experienced before.

Barocca could see Jeanne's eyes widening in astonishment as she 
struggled to keep up with her cock. She playfully reached down and 
grabbed the back of Jeanne's head with her hand.

"That's it, Jeanne. Suck like you've never sucked before. Suck like 
your life depended on it, girl. If you want cum, you've come to the 
right place for it. And remember, I'm taking it easy on you, because 
this is your first day here."

Jeanne greedily sucked even harder on Barocca's cock for over a minute, 
as her nuts emptied the remainder of their load down her throat.

Finally, Barocca's cock was still. Barocca pulled it gently from 
Jeanne's mouth, and let her cock hang down limply between her thighs.

"Good fucking grief!" Jeanne exclaimed, when she caught her breath. 
"That monster between your legs isn't human, Barocca."

"I never said it was," Barocca replied with a wicked giggle. "Dee Dee 
intentionally designed them to perform at such outrageous levels, 
because everyone here on the Island is cum and cock crazy. Once we get 
you started on the 'special diet' around here, you'll be able to handle 
loads like that without even thinking twice.

"Well Jeanne. Now that you've had your first real taste of shemale cum, 
do you want to call it a night? Or do you want to take the next big 
step?"

"You've got to be fucking kidding, Barocca. After what I just 
experienced, wild horses couldn't drag me away from you. I know you 
warned me that I can only take a portion of your cock in my pussy, but 
I'm hornier than ever now."

"All right, Jeanne. I'll be as easy as I can with you. But remember. 
Like anybody else, we can get carried away in the heat of the moment 
during sex. If you want to get your cherry popped by a shemale cock, 
I'll be happy to do the duty."

Jeanne cooed at Barocca with loving exhortations to fuck her. Barocca 
steadied herself as Jeanne lay on her back on the bed, and began to 
direct the tip of her massive cock into Jeanne's hot snatch.

Jeanne propped herself up slightly on some pillows, so that she could 
see as well as feel Barocca's hot meat rasping against her cunt. At 
first glance, it appeared much too large to admit into her hole. But 
Jeanne was determined to see her lustful embrace reach fruition. 
Barocca remained perfectly calm.

Barocca held her giant black snake with one hand and directed it into 
the folds of Jeanne's dripping wet gash. Her other hand braced itself 
on the bedspread to balance her body with her legs spread wide. 
Jeanne's face was flushed from excitement and her gasping moans told 
Barocca that the mere touch of her rock-hard cock on her cunt lips had 
almost forced an orgasm to pulse through her.

But Jeanne's intensity was at such a fever pitch that the spasm did not 
satiate her brimming fire, it merely increased it. Jeanne was 
determined more than ever to insert Barocca's massive truncheon inside 
her gash of love and feel it deep inside her. But her heat was making 
her frantic. Jeanne was so hot that her movements were exasperated 
writhings too jerky to perform the nearly impossible act properly.

"Easy, girlfriend, easy," admonished Barocca. "I know you're excited, 
and you can't help the way you feel. This is tricky under the best of 
conditions. Just set still, and let me do the work here."

"Okay, Barocca. I'll try. I'll really try for you."

Jeanne's body was still again. For a quick moment Jeanne achieved the 
success whereby the front portion of Barocca's massive cockhead managed 
to penetrate her dripping gash about an inch. Jeanne twisted her head 
and stared at the minor penetration with her eyes bugging out. She 
could see the bone-hard pole resting in the air from its lodgment in 
her hole.

Jeanne experienced a burning pleasure from the powerful sight of 
Barocca's massive cock barely penetrating her gash. Briefly it fell out 
of Jeanne's slight hold and bobbed up and down from Barocca's trembling 
jerks and her eyes remained glued on it. Barocca was rock hard and her 
cock had reached an unbelievable size.

The mere sight of Barocca's cock bobbing in place and glistening wet 
from her spit and love juice nearly pushed Jeanne beyond the limits of 
control. Barocca reached down and gripped the shaft of her leather-like 
tool in her hand.

It was a lewd and obscene display of passion. The knowledge that she 
was attempting to impale herself with Barocca's monstrous cock brought 
out the beast in Jeanne.

Jeanne began to inch her body backward onto the cock that was 
precariously inserted in her pussy. The monstrous tip banged against 
the juicy lips of her pulsing pussy while Barocca's hand directed it 
home. Jeanne's body was flushed with heat. Barocca managed to insert a 
little more of the head into the little opening of Jeanne's cunt hole.

Jeanne had now lodged enough of Barocca's cock inside her so that she 
could have both hands braced on the bedcovers for traction. Jeanne 
pushed downward to accept more of Barocca's huge cock. Jeanne had to 
really push down with all her strength to get just another inch of 
Barocca's massive instrument buried deeper up her snatch.

The scene was beginning to shine in an aura of radiance from the rising 
heat of both partners. It was an awesome spectacle to see Barocca's 
two-foot long cock, bone-hard with its monstrous tip embedded inside 
Jeanne's hot gash.

Jeanne stopped pushing downward to experience another orgasm that 
brought more passionate bleeps of delight rushing out of her sweet 
throat. That passion-filled cry hit Barocca's ears and now she could no 
longer control her decadent urges.

Now more than ever Barocca wanted to fuck Jeanne, and fuck her hard. 
With an effort of will, Barocca forced herself to maintain her 
composure. There would come a day very soon, when she could ram her 
cock into Jeanne at full force; but tonight was not the night.

Her massive cock was pulsing with anticipation. Barocca had accepted 
Jeanne's loving touches and now she wanted satisfaction. Jeanne had 
made Barocca crazy with passion to enter into her steaming gash. Jeanne 
pushed downward again.

Jeanne's eyes bulged out of her head from the stupendous pain of entry. 
Unbelievably another inch of Barocca's cock went inside her. The pole 
was buried in place a mere couple of inches but the fabulous width of 
the huge snake stretching her apart made her crazy. Jeanne beat her 
fists on the bedcovers and groaned in fury. She wanted desperately to 
accept more and more of Barocca's cock, no matter if it killed her.

"Easy, Jeanne, easy!" warned Barocca. "I told you that this wouldn't be 
easy for you, on your first day here. Settle down and relax for a few 
minutes. It should get a little easier once you're a little more 
accustomed to me inside of you."

Barocca let Jeanne lie on her back, and try to adapt to the size and 
sensation of her over-sized cock inside her cunt. Barocca told Jeanne 
how much better things would be, and how much she could enjoy things 
once she'd been on the Island longer. Barocca managed to work her cock 
in between Jeanne's creamy thighs and move it about. The black leather-
like skin of the instrument ran against her open gash and teased her 
clit. Jeanne's cunt walls formed around it and her orgasm brought her 
to a state of uncontrollable convulsions.

Jeanne's nipples were bloated to the point that Barocca swore they were 
turning darker colors from her excitement. Jeanne inched up to accept 
more of the cock inside her. Now that the tip of it was firmly in she 
rested both hands on the bedcovers. With her hands giving her body the 
proper leverage, she scooted forward with to capture more of Barocca's 
cock. Barocca watched as Jeanne's face became beet-red and sweaty as 
her body moved forward to swallow her enormous cock. Jeanne's head 
pressed down onto her chest. Her chin brimmed with sweat. Her cheeks 
were red and puffy. "That's my girl, Jeanne," encouraged Barocca. "Just 
take a little bit of me inside of you at a time. And don't try to take 
more than you know you can. There'll be time for showing off later."

Jeanne's eyes were bloodshot from the incredible effort of admitting 
Barocca's huge truncheon up into her pliable body. Her cunt seemed to 
be swallowing the heavy cock inside it.

Barocca watched as more and more of her cock became embedded in the 
little opening of Jeanne's unfathomable cunt. Jeanne's hands gripped 
the bedcovers on either side of her and she pushed her pelvis upward to 
meet the bloated truncheon head on.

As Barocca watched Jeanne give way and try to force her huge cock deep 
inside her, she knew that the lust for cock was indeed destructive. But 
Jeanne could not control herself. The more that cock slipped up her 
cunt, the more Jeanne wanted.

Jeanne was determined to get it further inside her. She pressed 
inexorably forward. Barocca began to twitch in place. Barocca wanted to 
desperately ram forward.

Barocca's cock was almost halfway inside her steamy snatch. Jeanne's 
cunt hole was contorted to an unreal proportion. It appeared that it 
would burst at the seams.

By being fucked face up Jeanne could see the massive instrument that 
was impaling her. Her eyes bulged out. She could both see and feel the 
object that was driving her crazy and splitting her body in two like a 
wishbone. Jeanne waited for the pain to die down from her last thrust. 
She was no longer crying, for lust had captured all of her body.

Barocca paused to let Jeanne accept the amount of cock in her body, and 
become used to it. Barocca stared at Jeanne with unabashed lust. "Damn, 
Jeanne. You've got about a foot of my cock in your pussy girl. That's 
more than I thought you might be able to take on your very first night 
here. I'm proud of you, Jeanne."

"I don't have words to describe how this feels, Barocca. I think I can 
handle what you've got inside me now. But you're right. I don't think I 
could take much more of your cock in me without splitting in two."

"Okay, girlfriend. Now we're gonna fuck. So far it's just been about 
seeing how much of me you can accommodate. Now I'm gonna show you what 
this tool of mine can do."

Barocca begin a series of slow, steady piston-like strokes in and out 
of Jeanne's pussy. Jeanne's cunt was contorted open. It was stretched 
to an unbelievable proportion from Barocca's giant cock embedded inside 
it. Jeanne could not move.

Barocca was careful not to go past the limit Jeanne had set for 
tonight. It was difficult not to give in, and ream Jeanne hot and 
heavy, for all she was worth. Barocca set her pace at a slow rhythmic 
tempo that brought intense pleasure to both girls. Barocca kept this up 
for fifteen minutes, as she fucked Jeanne with steady, powerful 
strokes, while being careful not to force herself too deeply inside of 
her.

Jeanne's entire body seemed to grip and form around the massive 
instrument. Her body convulsed in uncontrollable spasms. She was having 
trouble holding herself in place.

Jeanne called out to Barocca. She told her that she was losing her mind 
from the pleasure. Barocca's cock throbbed inside her. Barocca thought 
that Jeanne might pass out right there, from the stupendous rocking 
rhythm her orgasms were putting her through.

Jeanne's body gleamed with sweat. Her tract was well greased now as her 
cunt had secreted enough juice for her to slide up and down on 
Barocca's cock. She was out of her mind from the motion. Jeanne reeled 
her body forward and back and looked down to watch the cock piercing in 
and out of her. Her eyes were glazed and awe-stricken from the 
stupendous spectacle of the massive instrument pushing in and out of 
her pussy.

Jeanne grabbed onto the bedcovers for dear life and pushed back and 
forward with all her strength. Each time Barocca's cock plunged inside 
her she let out a sex-drugged groan of unbelievable pleasure. Her 
groans were low-pitched throaty bellows that became hoarse from the 
intensity of her screaming pleasure making her voice raspy.

Barocca wanted ever so much to ram all her weight into Jeanne. Jeanne 
moved back and forth with a fiery rhythm, and she dragged the bedcovers 
with her when she did. Barocca saw Jeanne's body suddenly stiffen as 
one orgasm died down and the beginnings of another sprung up. The 
fantastic thrill of the spasms had Jeanne riveted in place on her cock.

Every nerve ending in Jeanne's beautiful body began to vibrate and 
explode. She was lost in a lustful reverie. Barocca's cock was pulsing 
with the fierceness of a snake ready to attack. Jeanne could feel it 
beginning to vibrate inside her.

Barocca was strangely quiet for a shemale caught in the throes of a 
coming orgasm. Jeanne was silent, her body was out of control but her 
mind awaited the event that would finally quench her lust.

Barocca was too hot from the grip of Jeanne's pussy on her cock, and 
she went over the top. Now Barocca let out a fierce groan and the 
muscles of her buttocks became taut. Barocca was coming.

Barocca's cock exploded inside of Jeanne. Huge spurts of white cum 
splashed inside her cunt and whipped out of her contorted snatch. It 
had been a tremendous effort for Jeanne to take barely half of 
Barocca's cock inside her cunt, and allow her to fuck her with it. Once 
Barocca's cock actually started shooting off, Jeanne's body simply 
wasn't prepared, and the huge cock slipped out.

Jeanne's loins were painted in sperm. Barocca's cock seemed to never 
stop pumping its heady elixir. Jeanne was drunk with it.

With huge gobs of fierce intensity, Barocca's cock released its copious 
load and began to drench Jeanne.

The creamy sperm on her hot gash brought another thrilling orgasm to 
the lusty body of Jeanne. A bevy of shemale cum drenched her open cunt 
and loins. Barocca's cock quickly painted Jeanne's flanks with the 
steamy goo. Jeanne was out of her mind with lust and quickly reached 
forward and grabbed Barocca's pumping truncheon in her hands.

"Yeah girl, that's it!" Barocca squealed in pleasure. "Suck my cum down 
like a good little slut!"

In between spurts Jeanne managed to clamp her loving mouth on the 
massive cockhead. Jeanne's head jolted back from the blast. Thick white 
cum spilled out of the corners of her mouth. Jeanne's eyes rolled in 
her head from the decadent act of eating it. More of the steamy goo 
shot into her willing mouth and she jerked the ebony member as it 
emptied into her gullet.

It was deliciously tasty, and the heat of it surprised her, but Jeanne 
was too passion filled to allow that fact to deter her depraved 
instincts. She had wanted to make love to Barocca. And even though she 
could not admit her all of her massive member into her cunt just yet, 
then she had done the next best thing by taking nearly half of Barocca 
inside of her.

Finally the last of the load erupted from the Barocca's balls and now 
Jeanne lovingly lapped up the remaining drops. As Barocca's cock began 
to become limp, it gleamed from the residue of cum and Jeanne's saliva. 
Jeanne cleaned the ebony tool until it gleamed spotlessly. Then she 
rubbed Barocca's softening member along her face and breasts.

"Barocca, that was in-fucking-credible," exclaimed Jeanne. "I have 
never felt anything that even comes close to that in my life."

"Well for a first-timer, I have to say that you gave a damn fine 
accounting of yourself, Jeanne."

For the moment Jeanne had satiated her insane lust. Jeanne's eyes were 
half-closed from her spent condition. She let go of Barocca's cock and 
wiped her face clean of the flecks of cum that had splashed onto her 
cheeks. For the time being the minor penetration from Barocca's massive 
cock would have to suffice.

"We have got to do this again sometime...." panted Jeanne, as her body 
caught up with her, and she began to collapse from near-exhaustion.

"Don't you worry girlfriend," said Barocca, as she gently caught 
Jeanne's body and eased her down onto the bedcovers. Barocca pulled a 
blanket over her, and then settled down onto the other side of the bed 
herself. "I intend to feed you so much cock and so much cum in the next 
few days, that you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Chapter #9: Barocca & Jeanne

Part #3: Barocca's Master Plan

After Barocca pulled out of Jeanne for the last time, both girls 
quickly collapsed and fell asleep.

The next morning, Barocca was up early, and poring over Dee Dee's notes 
and programs in her computer files. Later on, Barocca could hear Jeanne 
stirring in the bedroom, as she cleaned up and took a shower. "Morning, 
Barocca. How long have you been up?"

"I'm afraid I beat you out of the sack by a couple of hours."

"Damn. How do you do it? I mean we were up late talking to begin with, 
and then fucking and sucking after that. I don't see how you do it."

"Well Jeanne, the vitamins and stimulants we take here help some for a 
start. Plus we also preach regular exercise or conditioning to everyone 
here. There's nothing worse than trying to perform and have sex with a 
tired, out of shape body. Plus after a while, we're used to staying up 
half the night having sex, and still being fresh the next morning. We 
can't do it every single night, but we're all in pretty sound condition 
here. That's something that'll come to you in time, as you spend more 
time here."

"Okay, Barocca. 'Good things come to she who waits,' and all that 
stuff. So tell me again about your master plan for me."

"It goes like this, Jeanne. After the way Tiffany and company have 
treated Jordan, I still think that I'd be within my rights to demand 
that I be given the opportunity to give someone else special treatment 
and advancement here on the Island too.

"But the reality of it is that my little sector or 'clique' is in the 
minority here on the Island. My gut feeling says that Tiffany and her 
group would find some way to block things or stop it from happening, if 
I went about it through the proper channels. So, I'm taking matters 
into my own hands. And the first step was contacting you, and bringing 
you here to the Island in secrecy.

"I told you last night that Dee Dee has everything computerized on the 
Island. Including how she performs the surgical techniques. It's just a 
matter of inputting everything into the computers, and being there to 
monitor them while the process takes place. You've seen me, and enough 
photos and videos of others girls that she's worked on to trust that 
Dee Dee's got things down to a smooth running science here.

"The real problem is getting enough time, alone and undisturbed in Dee 
Dee's lab, to get the job done."

"Well, the way I see it Barocca, is that you've either got to do some 
type of takeover, or figure out a way to be in more than one place at 
once, so they wouldn't suspect you."

"Exactly what I've been thinking, Jeanne! Trying any kind of takeover 
would be absolute foolishness. My little clique is outnumbered almost 
four to one here. But your other suggestion is right along the lines of 
what I've been thinking of. And I think I've finally hit on the answer.

"While you were sleeping in, I've been burrowing though Dee Dee's files 
in more depth. I've come across a test program that she wrote called 
'doppel'. That's short for doppelganger, Jeanne. Are you familiar with 
what that is?" "That's some kind of clone or duplicate, right Barocca? 
Only it's kind of creepy or not quite the same as the original?"

"Very good, Jeanne. It's mainly found in ghost and suspense stories. 
It's the popular term for someone's ghost or spirit, that's seen 
roaming about in those old Gothic mansions, that's come back from the 
dead, or isn't resting in peace.

"Dee Dee's been working on a way to try and produce temporary clones of 
us, to use in our videos. The reason for that is lots of people have 
written us with requests to see multiples of the same girl in action at 
once."

"You mean like three of you fucking Ebony, Barocca?"

"Exactly, Jeanne. Or three Tiffany's doing it to two Clyda's. The 
possibilities are endless. Some guys have such strong fixations on 
certain girls, that they'd pay plenty to see two of the same identical 
girl, than several other different girls in action."

"Hey, it takes all kinds to make the world go around," said Jeanne. "I 
guess as long as their money's green, and you could find a way to do 
it, then everything's cool."

"That's the way that I feel too, Jeanne. Of course, Dee Dee's good with 
computers, and she knows a lot about medicine and surgery. But she's 
not that good. There's no way to make 'temporary clones' on a practical 
basis."

"I've seen enough news on TV to know that they can clone animals 
nowadays," said Jeanne. "But that's a long way from doing it to a 
human. And the cost involved, and the medical facilities you'd need 
would be staggering. Not to mention the time involved."

"Medically speaking, it just isn't possible, or even feasible for us to 
consider it," agreed Barocca. "We also toyed with the idea of trying to 
do it with computers. I mean if they can make computerized dinosaurs 
that everyone swore were real in those 'Jurassic Park' films, I thought 
it wouldn't be that big a stretch to do it with women or shemales. But 
a lot of the people in the special effect business won't do porn. And 
the few that were willing to talk to us quoted us such outrageous 
figures, and the results weren't something we thought would fly, and 
would really convince the customers.

"So for obvious reasons, the 'temporary clone' idea has never really 
gotten off the back burner stages. But I've got one trump card left to 
play, and I think now is the right time to use it."

"Just what have you got in mind, Barocca?"

"Well, Jeanne. I told you ninety-nine percent of everything last night. 
I kept one dirty little secret out. I'm going to tell you part of it, 
but not everything. I made a lot of seedy contacts while I was doing 
porn. Most of them, I'd rather forget all about. But a couple of them 
did eventually lead me to me some real power players. You wouldn't 
believe some of the famous people that are some of our best customers 
here. These are people who can make anything, and I mean anything, 
happen.

"You've probably wondered why Ebony is so much different than everyone 
else, right? Dee Dee's rechecked all her figures a thousand times, and 
she can't figure out what went wrong. She's at a loss to explain why 
Ebony's a foot bigger, upstairs and downstairs, than everyone else here 
on the Island. "The truth is, there's nothing wrong with Dee Dee's 
calculations. I give her credit for being good at her craft. Ebony 
turning out the way she did was the result of a little intervention by 
yours truly. I asked these power players if they had anything that 
could really revamp and drastically improve the way that Ebony would 
turn out.

"They sent me a CD and told me to run it on Dee Dee's PC the night 
before one of Ebony's routine physicals. Along with the standard scans 
and tests, it bathed and transformed Ebony with sometime of bizarre 
radiation, and turned her into what she is now shortly afterward. For a 
long time, Ebony and I really ran things the way that we wanted to on 
our side of the Island. "And it also automatically removed and deleted 
all references and traces of itself from her PC afterwards. I've gone 
into the CD and looked at some of the files that are on it. I'm not 
into computers the way that Dee Dee is. But I could tell that what's on 
there is light years ahead of anything that medical science is even 
close to putting out now."

"Sounds like whoever you got this from must be pretty high up in some 
government circles, Barocca," said Jeanne.

"That'd be my guess too, Jeanne," replied Barocca. "I tried making some 
polite inquiries about the CD and those files, and I ran into more 
cover-ups and closed doors than an X-Files episode. But that was 
several years ago. I'm gonna make a few more phone calls and see if 
these folks have got anything up their sleeve that might be an answer 
for the cloning problem." "Isn't that kind of activity going to draw 
unwanted attention to you here, Barocca?"

"Ordinarily, yes. But I've got a secure phone line here. As well as 
other security precautions that let me do just about anything that I 
want. That was how I managed to contact you, and get you here to the 
Island without anyone else knowing about it.

"So, I'm gonna burn up the phone lines for a bit, Jeanne. The less you 
know about the people I'm in contact with, the better. You can watch 
some TV, and grab something from the refrigerator for breakfast. I 
should be done in about an hour."

An hour later, Barocca emerged from the bedroom after engaging in 
another marathon series of long-distance telephone calls.

"You wouldn't believe some of the red tape that I had to cut through to 
get things done, Jeanne. At the beginning, nobody would even talk to 
me, or acknowledge that the CD they gave me even existed. So then I 
mentioned a few key filenames, and also hinted that their 'non-
existent' CD might just find itself posted on the Internet. After that 
they were falling all over themselves to give me whatever I wanted."

"That's my girlfriend. How to win friends and influence people."

"You got that right, Jeanne. They'll be sending me a major download 
onto my computer all this afternoon, and it'll probably take part of 
tomorrow too. After it's done, all we do is fill in all of my vital 
statistics. And then we burn a CD and take it to Dee Dee's lab, and 
it'll do the rest."

"And just exactly what are we gonna get out of this, Barocca?"

"We get a temporary clone or 'doppelganger' of me, Jeanne. Physically, 
she'll be an exact duplicate of me, including all the sexual organs.

They've told me that she'll have my winning face and smile too; she 
won't look like some kind of out spaced-out ghost or goblin.

"The one down side is that she'll have a vocabulary that's about the 
size of my bust measurement. However, since she'll be taking my place 
in the 'Main Event', the other girls won't be expecting her to say a 
lot."

"Whoa! Slow down, Barocca. Start over from the beginning. I'm missing a 
few steps in your 'master plan'," exclaimed Jeanne.

"Okay, Jeanne. Sorry if I confused you a bit. Here's how it goes. After 
everything downloads from my 'friends in high places', we input my 
statistics into the program, and then burn a CD, so that we can install 
that program on Dee Dee's computers in her lab, and use it.

"We're gonna have to sneak into Dee Dee's lab the night before the main 
event, and we use that CD to make a clone or doppelganger of me. The 
clone will have a life span of twenty-four hours. She'll take my place 
in the main event, as everybody reams Jordan within an inch of her 
life. The only thing that's missing is I won't be there to personally 
butt-fuck Jordan, but I'm sure there'll be other opportunities for 
that."

"Last time I checked Barocca, sneaking into someone's lab in the middle 
of the night is probably called 'breaking and entering'. Don't they 
frown on that here?"

"Probably. But crime is practically unheard of here on the Island. So I 
doubt we'll be facing any type of serious security systems from Dee 
Dee. "The very next morning, the clone takes my place in the main 
event. The whole Island is geared up to watch this in the first place. 
So not only will we have nearly the entire day to ourselves 
undisturbed; I'll have an ironclad alibi because everyone will be 
watching 'me' in the main event the whole time.

"And then we use the 'quality time' in Dee Dee's lab the next day, to 
let the machine work its magic on you, Jeanne. By the end of the day, 
you'll emerge as a fully-developed shemale, with enough meat between 
her legs to give anybody short of Ebony, a run for their money in a 
size contest."

"Damn, Barocca! You sure don't do anything halfway, do you?"

"Hey, drastic times call for drastic measures," Barocca replied with a 
laugh. "And my folks always told me that if you're gonna do something, 
never do it halfway. Go for broke, or don't do it at all.

"Well, I think that's enough 'action and intrigue' for one morning, 
don't you, Jeanne? We've got a few hours to kill, while everything 
downloads onto my PC. I'm sure you're more than anxious to get another 
taste of my cock, and try your luck with me again, aren't you?"

"Barocca, you read my mind, girl! Get that hunk of meat ready and whip 
it out!"

The next several hours passed by quickly, as Barocca let Jeanne suck 
and fuck to her heart's content.

At roughly the same time as Barocca and Jeanne were settling down for 
an afternoon of fun and games, another figure was planning his own 
course of action.

Just over a thousand miles to the North, somewhere in the bowels of the 
Pentagon, in an office of a Government Agency that only a handful of 
people even knew existed, a figure folded his hands together, and 
mulled over his thoughts in quiet contemplation.

He chuckled to himself as he went over recent events in his mind. 
Mulder and Scully were still as befuddled as they had ever been when it 
came to uncovering any of the schemes and various conspiracies that 
he'd brought to fruition.

He paused to light a cigarette, and take a long, leisurely puff. The 
conversation he'd just had with Barocca had been unsettling to say the 
least.

"Just who the hell does that little cunt think she is," he muttered to 
himself. "Trying to blackmail and intimidate me, of all people. And as 
for her claims of having a 'secure line', and me not being able to 
trace a phone call to her; well, she's got another thing coming.

"After all, we're the ones who invented the word sneaky. We've got a 
system that can trace a phone call anywhere in the world, as it 
happens, when people call the White House. So it shouldn't be too much 
trouble to find out just what I want to know about my nosy little 
friend, Barocca."

He opened a certain application on his computer, and tapped a number of 
keys, as he entered in a request for a trace on a recent phone call. A 
few moments later, Barocca's original phone number was displayed on his 
screen. "I knew that little snot wasn't as smart as she thought she 
was," as he scanned the information. "Son of a bitch. I don't see any 
street address or other location data. The only thing we can pinpoint 
for certain, is that from the area code, and the prefix, she called 
from somewhere in the Bahamas.

"But if she thinks she's heard the last of this, she's sadly mistaken. 
I don't know what kind of software she's received from us in the past. 
But unless she's completely incompetent, she ought to realize that 
software is many years advanced beyond anything that any lab on Earth 
can turn out nowadays. I think it's high time that Barocca met the 
owners of that software.

"When we retrieved that technology from the crashed saucer back in the 
60's, we never dreamed that the aliens would actually come back to 
salvage their craft. That was a major fucking mess, convincing the 
aliens we didn't know what happened to the technology on their craft. 
But we still wound up holding onto a full copy of everything for 
ourselves. They were so mad, they were ready to shoot first and ask 
questions later back then.

"I think that the Vectrans would be extremely interested to find out 
that someone else has been using their technology without their 
consent."

He pressed a button on the side of the desk, and a panel slid open to 
reveal an extremely advanced modem/scrambler device. He connected a 
cable from his PC to the modem device, and then quickly typed up a 
message that was short and to the point.

If the Vectrans wanted to track down their missing technology, all 
they'd have to do was to look on a certain island in the Bahamas. He 
didn't have Barocca's address, but from the trace he had run earlier, 
and the prefix of the telephone number, he was able to list the 
approximate location of the Island.

He took another puff on his cigarette, and slowly exhaled the smoke as 
the data transferred from the computer to the modem. The message was 
transferred to the modem from the PC. With a series of blinking lights 
and whirring noises, it was scrambled and coded into a language that 
they could easily understand. From there it was sent to one of the 
transmitting satellites, and then out to its final destination.

"Now Miss Barocca will find what happens when you don't let sleeping 
dogs lie, and fuck with people that you shouldn't fuck with."

Chapter #10: Dee Dee & Ebony's Plans

The next morning, Dee Dee and Ebony stood on the pier of the small 
town, which was the closest thing to civilization from the Island. The 
two girls had politely pulled rank, and stated that they would be doing 
the mail courier duties for the next two weeks.

On the Island, they normally sent someone to the town to collect and 
deliver the mail twice a week: on Wednesdays and Saturdays. The night 
before, Dee Dee had shown Ebony how to fill out a form for medical 
testing of her blood sample, and how to specify which tests that she 
wanted run on it. The vials were packed in special protective mailing 
containers. Each girl was sending a sample to lab or a source that they 
knew would do honest testing, and then promptly mail back the results 
to them.

The girls were dressed somewhat conservatively in short pants and 
sandals, and opted for loose fitting blouses and Hawaiian shirts, 
instead of the bikini tops or halter-tops. Both of them still looked 
striking, and got their fair share of looks from men and women alike, 
but they didn't want to attract undue attention by wearing the typical 
garb of the Island.

They stopped at the small table to fill out Registered Mail forms for 
the blood samples they were about to mail out, before picking up the 
mail from the Island's Post Office Box.

"This'll make certain these get to where they're supposed to go," said 
Dee Dee.

"I know," agreed Ebony. "I can just hear the excuses forming now if we 
had let these out of our sight. It's a bit of pain, but it's something 
we've got to do."

"The labs will e-mail us when they have the results, and then ship them 
back to us via regular mail," said Dee Dee. "We'll keep on playing 
'mail man' for a week or two, until we're certain we have the results 
back in our hands."

After giving the outgoing mail to the clerk, Dee Dee showed her ID to 
collect the incoming mail from the Post Office Box.

Ebony took the large sack from the clerk, and the two girls walked back 
to the boat that had taken from the Island to the mainland, and set off 
for the return trip.

As Ebony set the sack down on the deck, the rope lacing which held the 
top of the sack closed became loose, and the girls could see some of 
the contents inside. An oddly shaped parcel, addressed to Ebony, stood 
out from the mass of letters and postcards.

"What do we have here?" asked Dee Dee, with a touch of curiosity in her 
voice. "Looks like you've got a package Ebony." Dee Dee reached in and 
picked it up. "It feels like a CD. Did you order some music for your 
stereo, Ebony?"

"Let me see that," replied Ebony, as she gazed at the return address. 
"This is from one of my fans in Silicon Valley. He's a computer guru by 
trade, but he's crazy about big tits and shemales for his fantasies. He 
followed my career when I broke into the business back in the 80's. 
When he found out that I'd become a shemale, he thought he'd died and 
gone to heaven. "I've always been kind of leery about letting fans get 
too close. But with e-mail and the Island's PO Box, we've stayed in 
touch a lot, and I've still maintained my privacy. You helped me a lot 
with computers, Dee Dee. But he's sent me some books and CD's that also 
helped a great deal, as well as pointing me to some web sites where I 
picked up a lot of information. So I've stayed in touch with him 
electronically a lot. As well as sending him lots of custom pictures of 
me over the Internet to show my gratitude. He sends me a lot of 
different software packages and other things. A few of them I don't 
know what I'll ever use them for; some of them are beta-test versions, 
which aren't even released yet."

"That's cool, Ebony," replied Dee Dee. "What'd he send you this time?"

Ebony peeled open the mailing envelope. "Let's see. One of them is some 
type of Network Monitoring software. The other one is a 3-D type of 
rendering and posing software. I guess if we ever wanted to put out 
some type of video game, we could use that for capturing a likeness of 
the girls, and then inputting into the PC."

"Let me take a look at the Network disc, Ebony," said Dee Dee. As she 
scanned the specifications of the program on the back of the CD, Dee 
Dee's eyes lit up. "Hey, this is some awesome stuff here, Ebony. I know 
just what we can do with this."

"What have you got in mind, Dee Dee?"

"Once this is installed, I can set it so that I know anything and 
everything that happens on a PC; coming or going. In the real world 
that probably wouldn't be a great idea. There'd be so much traffic on 
the Network, that people would be screaming for blood."

"I don't quite follow you, Dee Dee."

"It's like this. Picture trying to drive through Los Angeles, and there 
are no traffic lights or stop signs anywhere. But you have a cop 
directing traffic at every intersection. You'd still get where you were 
going eventually, but it would take a lot longer. If it was on every PC 
in a business, it would slow things down considerably, and people would 
bitch a lot.

"When we get back on the Island, I can set this up so it's only running 
on my PC. That way, I can know whatever happens to it, whether I'm 
there or not. I can also set it up to send a text copy of the log, or 
activity file to the server too. Somebody won't even be able to sneeze 
next to my PC, without my knowing about it. This way, if Barocca or 
anybody else tries some-thing sneaky on my computer again, I'll know 
about it, and I'll have proof."

"Sounds good to me, Dee Dee," said Ebony. "But remember what I told you 
and Tiffany about Barocca. Until she pulls something, or you've got 
ironclad proof about her, she's still my friend. I'll admit that if 
these lab tests come back positive for some kind of steroids, that'll 
probably be the end of my friendship with her. But until they do, I've 
been friends with her too long, not to give her the benefit of the 
doubt."

Chapter #11: Dee Dee's Chain Letter

Ebony and Dee Dee were sitting in Dee Dee's office going over the 
events of the past few days. Ever since the memorable night when Ebony 
had professed her allegiance to Tiffany, Clyda and Dee Dee, things had 
been remarkably quiet on the Island.

Dee Dee was chatting with Ebony, about how they were going to handle 
things with Jordan before, during and after the main event, which was 
scheduled for the day after tomorrow. Dee Dee opened her In-box on her 
e-mail program. "Damn! I must've won some kind of popularity contest, 
or else be entered in a chain letter of some sort." There were over 
twenty messages in Dee Dee's In-box, most of which had an attachment of 
some sort on them. "Oh well, I might as well weed through some of these 
while we chat." Dee Dee clicked on one of the messages, and then waited 
for the attachment to open up afterwards.

"So you've actually been with Jordan, Ebony. What's she like? She seems 
like a nice enough girl."

"Well physically, what's not to like about her? She's cute, sexy and 
fairly busty. And she sucked it up and took everything I could dish out 
at her that day. I give her credit for that."

"You're right. Not to mention she also ran Clyda ragged. She certainly 
doesn't give up easy," replied Dee Dee. "Well, let's see what all the 
fuss is about with all these attachments people are sending me."

Dee Dee went to move her mouse, but it was frozen on the screen. The 
keyboard seemed to have frozen too, with no response when she pressed 
on it. "What the hell..." Dee Dee muttered. "Looks as though I'll have to 
reboot." Dee Dee tried the familiar 'CTRL-ALT-DEL' combination, but 
nothing happened. "Shit. Looks like it's really locked up. Let's try 
something a little stronger." Dee Dee pressed the 'RESET' button next 
to the Power switch on the PC. Still no response. "Okay. This calls for 
drastic measures. Ebony, you're closer to the back of my PC, since 
you're on the other side of my desk. If you'll do the honors?"

Ebony pulled the power plug from the back of the PC, waited a few 
seconds, and then plugged it back in. After the PC had performed the 
POST test, it gave an assortment of beeps, and then stopped.

"What's going on here?" asked Dee Dee. "Look at this, Ebony. 'No boot 
sector found'. 'Error reading hard disk'. I don't even get the boot 
menu I'm supposed to get."

"Try booting off a DOS disk, and see if you can tell anything," 
suggested Ebony.

Dee Dee pulled one of the bootable diskettes from her desk, and 
inserted it in the PC, and restarted it again.

"I don't believe this. There's no C: partition. If I run FDISK, it 
doesn't even show anything on my hard drive. Something is absolutely 
rotten in Denmark here, Ebony. This PC is just about brand new. It's 
awfully unlikely that it would just completely crash like that.

"I think it's time we put that Network software that your friend sent 
us to work. I already had it up and running on my PC, and I had it set 
up to send a log file to the server also. So I want to pull that file 
off the server, and see just what when on with my PC."

"So what do you think happened, Dee Dee?"

"Well, I could be wrong about this. But I've seen similar things like 
this happen due to a virus in the PC. There are a few nasty ones that 
can just wipe out your hard drive. And about the only ways you can get 
a virus are from e-mails, floppy disks, or sometimes off the Internet. 
We'll know more in a little bit."

Dee Dee went to the server, and pulled up the log file from the Network 
monitoring program.

"Here we go. During the last few hours, almost twenty people sent me an 
e-mail with an attachment in it, as well as other things. Look at this, 
Ebony. Recognize any of these names?"

"They're all from Barocca's little group of girls. But none from 
Barocca herself."

"Right. Then about ten minutes ago I opened this one document here. It 
was supposed to be a Word document, but look what happened when I 
opened it and activated it. It ran half a dozen macros, and went 
merrily on its way, destroying my hard drive."

"Looks like somebody's really got it in for you, Dee Dee."

"You can say that again. And look at the rest of the e-mails. 
Everything that came from one of the girls on Barocca's side of the 
Island had the same attachment. If that one didn't get to my PC, they 
wanted to make sure that one of these did, sooner or later."

"That's really stooping low, even for Barocca's group of girls. 
Somebody wanted to make damn certain they took out your PC."

"Here's my guess at what's happening, Ebony. It's common knowledge that 
we'll be giving Jordan some kind of 'pill' or 'help' before the Main 
Event, so she'll have a fighting chance. Just like we did before we 
turned her over to you, and then with Clyda.

"I think somebody's trying for an instant replay of disabling my PC 
right before the crucial time. They're hoping that I won't be able to 
give Jordan what she needs, so that she'll either fail, or that we 
might call the Main Event off for some reason.

"But as sneaky as these gals are, I pride myself on being even 
sneakier. Since the last mishap on my PC, I've been extra cautious. 
Instead of doing weekly backups, I've gone to doing daily backups." Dee 
Dee reached into her desk drawer, and smiled as she held the cassette 
backup tape in her hand. "So when they think they've put my PC out of 
commission, I'm really only about an hour or two away from being back 
up and running."

"You're not paranoid. You just think everyone's out to get you," 
muttered Ebony.

"Once bitten, twice shy, Ebony. Since we announced that we were going 
to do things differently with Jordan, Tiffany, Clyda and I have 
expected Barocca or one of her girls to pull something like this. We 
just weren't sure where or when it would come from."

"Dee Dee, I don't mean to beat a dead horse about this. But I've 
already told you and Tiffany how I felt about Barocca, and I meant it. 
I'll be the first one to admit that the evidence is piling up higher 
and higher against her. But until you've got something concrete to show 
me, or until she actually tries some kind of takeover, I don't want to 
hear about it. If she does try something, you know that you can count 
on me."

"All right, Ebony. I'm sorry if I'm mudslinging tonight," replied Dee 
Dee as she inserted the cassette tape in the backup drive, and began 
setting up the restore operation. "I'll admit I'm pissed off, because 
of what's just happened to my PC. I've noticed that nobody's even seen 
or heard from Barocca the last few days. Do you know what's up with 
that?"

"I haven't heard anything from her either, Dee Dee. In a way, we're 
partly responsible for that. We've given the senior amazons enough 
authority, so that they can delegate just about anything to one of the 
other girls for a limited time. About the only thing she can't delegate 
is her turn in the Milking Ritual. And she's not due for that for 
almost two weeks."

"You're right. I was with her the last time it was her turn. It was the 
day before it was Tiffany's turn, when Jordan showed up for her first 
day on the Island."

Dee Dee entered a final few settings, and then started the restore 
process of her files to her PC from the tape.

"Okay, Ebony. We can't do anything else here today. And I'm sorry if 
I've been a bit paranoid and accusing people. Let's go grab some lunch, 
and then you've got your conditioning class this afternoon to hold. 
I'll join you in that, after lunch. I need to work off a little 
stress."

Later that day, after dinner, Dee Dee, Tiffany and Clyda met in 
Tiffany's quarters again.

"Your PC was trashed again, Dee Dee?" asked Tiffany. "That makes twice 
in just over a week."

"I know," replied Dee Dee. "I didn't have any proof, but I'd bet 
anything Barocca's behind this, or instructing her girls to send me all 
those bogus e-mails."

"Well if we weren't already pretty certain before, I think we've seen 
that Barocca will stop at nothing to try and screw things up, and put 
over whatever it is she's planning," said Clyda.

"That's the understatement of the year," agreed Tiffany. "After this, I 
agree with Dee Dee. From now on, the kid gloves are off. By now, your 
PC's back to normal right, Dee Dee?"

"Yeah. It finished restoring all the files earlier this afternoon. What 
have you got in mind?"

"I want you to create a very special pill for Jordan tonight, and then 
we'll give it to her tomorrow night, before the Main Event," said 
Tiffany. "But I want a few special modifications to it. We already 
agreed that we were going to fix things so that Jordan was guaranteed 
to pass the final test. I've been trying to figure out just how we'd do 
that, without giving things away. And now I think I've got it. I want 
to add one more little twist to things, and tip the scales in our favor 
even more."

"Don't you just love it when she gets so sneaky like this?" giggled 
Clyda. "What sort of deviltry have you got in mind?"

"From here on out, it's no more 'Mrs. Nice Amazon'," retorted Tiffany. 
"It's common knowledge that Barocca, Clyda and myself all measure out 
at just about the same dimensions in our cocks. But as we all know, 
Ebony's considerably longer than anybody is. And both Dee Dee and Ebony 
are almost twice as thick as anyone else's cock.

"Dee Dee, I want you to come up with a pill that'll let Jordan swallow 
mine, Barocca's or Clyda's meat up either hole, or down her throat, and 
she won't even bat an eyelash when it happens.

"But I want you to limit the way her body will stretch, so that when 
you or Ebony shove your cock inside of her, I want her to squeal like a 
banshee. We've gotta make it convincing enough so that Jordan doesn't 
cakewalk through the whole affair. And at the same time, Barocca will 
be humping her brains out on Jordan, but she won't be able to hurt her 
the way she wants to."

"I see what you're driving at, Tiffany," said Dee Dee. "I can fix the 
pill so that anything in Jordan's body over a certain length, or a 
certain thickness really puts her over the edge."

"You realize that whenever two of us do a double-insertion in her, that 
will have the same, if not greater effect on Jordan," added Clyda.

"That's perfect," replied Tiffany. "All of us like Jordan. And we want 
her to succeed in this. But she's gonna have to earn this too. And it 
would really look suspicious if she didn't break a sweat, and really 
cry out, when we do a double-dip inside of her.

"Okay. I think we've got our battle plan officially laid out. At least 
through the weekend. Dee Dee, now you know what to work in for the 
final effect and specifications for Jordan's pill, so I'll let you have 
all day in the lab tomorrow to get that ready.

"We'll call her in here tomorrow night, and give it to her then, so 
it'll have a chance to be absorbed into her body, and take effect. Then 
after the Main Event, we'll set things up for Jordan's operation. We'll 
let her see just what she's got between her legs. And then we'll spring 
it on her that we can also take it away, if she gets out of line."

"Whatever else happens around here, it certainly isn't going to be 
boring in the near future," said Clyda.

"I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get inside Jordan's box," 
said Dee Dee.

"That goes double for me," said Tiffany. "I don't know just what it is 
about her, but Jordan's got half the Island talking about her, and/or 
wanting to fuck the daylights out of her.

"Okay. Let's call it a night. We'll set things up for Jordan to report 
here after dinner tomorrow night, and then we'll lay things on the line 
to her."

Chapter #12: The Night Before

It was Saturday evening, after all of the normal chores and duties had 
been finished on the Island. Jordan had finished another day of her 
duties in the kitchen. She was more aware than anyone else, just what 
the following day would bring.

As Jordan settled into her quarters after dinner, she found another 
note from Tiffany. She was to report to Tiffany's quarters at 8:00PM 
for her final instructions.

Jordan arrived promptly just before eight o'clock, and knocked on the 
door. "Come in please," called Tiffany.

Jordan smiled and greeted Tiffany, and waved to Dee Dee and Clyda as 
they were seated on the sofa across from Tiffany.

"Well Jordan, tomorrow's the big day," said Tiffany. "Do you think 
you're ready for it? Are you having any second thoughts yet?"

"No way," replied Jordan. "I'll admit that I'm nervous as heck about 
it. But there's no way that I'm turning back, after everything I've 
been through so far."

"I'm glad to hear that you're still excited about it. We've already 
warned you about what to expect tomorrow, Jordan. No one's going to be 
pulling any punches with you, or taking it easy on you, during the time 
you're with us. "But we told that we'd give you a fighting chance to 
make it through successfully, and we meant it," continued Tiffany. "Dee 
Dee's got a pill for you to take, which will give you some help."

Dee Dee handed Jordan a pill that was a dark red color, and a glass of 
water. "Just wash this down, Jordan. By the time you're ready for the 
Main Event tomorrow, it'll be completely absorbed in your bloodstream, 
and you'll be as ready as you'll ever be."

Jordan did as she was told, and swallowed the pill. "I've been trying 
to just do my duties in the kitchen like you said, and not be too 
conspicuous. But a lot of the other girls have been spreading rumors 
that Barocca's got it in for me, and that she may try something 
tomorrow."

"We've heard the same rumors that you have, Jordan," said Tiffany. "To 
be honest, I don't think she'll try anything when there's four of us 
there with you in the same room. If you make it through the Main Event, 
Barocca may try some type of protest, and demand that she be allowed to 
give special treatment to someone, like we did to you. Or she may even 
try some kind of takeover attempt. We just don't know what's going 
through her head nowadays."

"The important thing is for you to get some rest, and be as fresh as 
you can for tomorrow love," said Clyda.

"Clyda's right," said Tiffany. "We all think that you can do this. But 
it is going to be the toughest challenge you'll ever face on the 
Island. So for now, just turn in and get a good night's sleep, and 
we'll all see you again in the morning."

A few moments later, there was another knock at the door.

"I wonder who that is," muttered Tiffany. "Come in, please."

The door opened, and Ebony walked in. "Hi, Tiffany." She smiled and 
nodded to Clyda and Dee Dee. "I was trying to find Dee Dee, and I 
thought she might be here, but I think you should also hear this, 
Tiffany."

"What's up, Ebony?" asked Tiffany.

"Well the last few days, I've been getting a number of complaints from 
girls all over the Island about the computer systems. It seems most of 
them have been running slower than molasses. Even for doing simple 
things like surfing the Internet."

"Is that still going on? That shouldn't be happening," said Dee Dee. 
"We've got a T1 link for our Internet provider connection."

"That's true about our Network connection," said Ebony. "But if you put 
enough traffic on it, you can slow anything down. So I started 
monitoring some of the activity across the board, to see if I could 
spot where the bandwidth was being used up.

"It turns out Barocca's running our throughput on the Network into the 
ground. I know it's going to her quarters and her PC, because we 
verified and cataloged all the port connections and data jacks last 
week. "Barocca's been doing almost constant downloading and file 
transferring for nearly two days. I couldn't tell what it was, because 
of the secure lines she has going into her quarters. The one thing I 
could tell, is that whatever she's getting, it's coming from somewhere 
in the Washington, DC area from some of the information headers on the 
packets. That Network monitoring software that Dee Dee and I installed 
was able to tell me that much about whatever it is that she's up to."

"Isn't there anything we can do to stop this?" asked Tiffany.

"About the only thing I can think of would be to reboot the router, and 
bring the Network up and down," said Dee Dee. "Not only would that be a 
lot of work, just before we need to be fresh and ready for the Main 
Event tomorrow. It would also tip Barocca off that we're on to her."

"The way I see it," said Ebony, "is that Barocca's either involved in 
some kind of a marathon on-line gaming tournament; or she's getting the 
mother of all downloads from somewhere out there."

"I'm inclined to believe it's 'games' all right," said Tiffany. "And I 
don't think it's going to be any type of game that we're going to like. 
We've been trying to play things quietly, and not make a major scene 
until we absolutely have to. Let's stick with that plan until the Main 
Event is over, one way or another, tomorrow."

"I never thought I'd hear myself saying this," said Ebony. "But Barocca 
is getting just too fucking sneaky and conniving for her own good 
lately. I'd be lying if I said I knew what she was up to. Just between 
you and me, I hope Jordan really makes it though the final test 
tomorrow.

"I've taken a liking to her, ever since she sucked it up and finished 
off her time with me. Because she's been getting special treatment, I'm 
sure as hell not gonna take it easy on her, or give her any favors, but 
I really hope that she makes it through with flying colors tomorrow."

Tiffany, Clyda and Dee Dee each tried to remain composed, and not look 
overly excited or confident.

"Well, I'm really glad that you're looking forward to it as much as the 
rest of us, Ebony," said Tiffany. "Dee Dee and myself are the only ones 
here who haven't had a chance to be with Jordan yet. And from what you 
and Clyda have said about her, we're really anxious too."

Dee Dee knew that Ebony might suspect something if she remained in the 
same room with the three of them, with atmosphere so tense before the 
Main Event, and she took the initiative.

"I tell you what, Ebony. I think I know a couple of tricks that might 
let us free up some more bandwidth on the Network, or maybe even let us 
find out some more about all the stuff that Barocca's been downloading. 
Let's go take a look at the Network before we call it a night, and see 
if there isn't anything that we can do about it."

"Sounds good to me, Dee Dee," said Ebony. "See you tomorrow, girls." 
Dee Dee and Ebony strolled across the corridors until they entered the 
Network room, and Dee Dee turned on the small monitor used for viewing 
the applications on the server.

"That's funny. Things are back to normal now," said Ebony. All of the 
usage levels and indicators on the software reported normal activity. 
Dee Dee had seen the abnormally high activity in the last days too, so 
she knew Ebony hadn't been mistaken.

"Well, whatever Barocca was doing, it's finished now," said Dee Dee. "I 
guess we don't have any choice but to just play things the way they 
are, and see what unfolds."

Chapter #13: The Girls' Night Out

Part #1: Barocca & Jeanne's Adventure

It was nearly midnight on Saturday, the day before the Main Event was 
scheduled. Barocca and Jeanne each double-checked their bags to make 
certain that they had not forgotten anything, and then stealthily left 
Barocca's quarters, and made their way through the corridors to Dee 
Dee's lab on the other side of the Island.

"Are you sure we're going to be able to pull this off, Barocca?" asked 
Jeanne. "What if we're caught?"

"I've told you Jeanne. I've got a program in place that'll mask any 
video camera footage of us in the corridors, that might be taken. It'll 
also cover up any door locks or mechanisms we have to trip or bypass to 
get into Dee Dee's lab. The only thing that could possibly happen is if 
some night owl actually bumps into us in person. And I think that's 
highly unlikely, because everyone wants to get a good night's sleep, so 
they're fresh and ready to watch, or participate in the Main Event 
tomorrow."

The girls walked through several more corridors before they were 
actually in front of the door to Dee Dee's lab. Barocca pressed the 
entry code, and tried the handle. The door stayed firmly locked.

"Shit. Dee Dee's gotten more paranoid than I thought," muttered 
Barocca. "She's changed the entry code again. All right. This will take 
a little longer than I thought, but it's not going to stop us."

Barocca reached into her totebag, and brought out a small screwdriver. 
She pried the bottom cover of the door lock mechanism up about a 
quarter inch. Enough to expose part of the inner workings, but not 
enough to damage it. Next, Barocca produced a small handheld device 
about the size of a calculator. It had two wire leads extending from 
it, with small toggle clips at the end. Barocca inserted each lead into 
the exposed door lock, and clipped them on a specific point inside. 
Then she flicked a switch on the side of the device, and powered it on. 
She entered a few keystrokes, and immediately, a series of five digit 
numbers began flashing on the display screen.

"Standard decryption device," Barocca explained to Jeanne. "One 
advantage to being in such a small society here, is that it's no secret 
what types of hardware, computers and other mechanical devices we have 
here on the Island. Including electronic door locks. Once I found out 
earlier what we used on the Island, it wasn't too hard to find a way to 
crack it off the Internet. "This particular model only accepts up to 
five digit entry codes. This little device will go through and enter 
all umpteen-thousand possibilities in under two minutes, until it finds 
the right one."

After a moment, the device gave three soft beeps, and displayed the 
entry code. Barocca entered the digits, and unlocked the door to the 
lab. She carefully removed the wire leads, and pressed the lock cover 
back to its normal position.

"Okay. We're through the front door," said Barocca, as she closed the 
door after Jeanne. "If everything goes smoothly, we shouldn't be here 
more than about three hours. That'll still leave plenty of time for us 
to be back in my quarters, before anyone would even think of coming in 
here.

"Step number one, Jeanne, is for you to go over to the scanning 
chamber, and power up all of these switches, in the order I've laid out 
for you on this index card. It needs about fifteen minutes to cycle up, 
and be ready for use. Call me if you've got any questions, or if 
anything is different than what I've got laid out for you. I'll be over 
here installing the program on the main computer."

While Jeanne began to prepare the scanning chamber, Barocca went to 
work on Dee Dee's PC with the alien software. After the massive 
download she'd received, Barocca had copied all the data onto several 
CD's. The first one was a bootable CD, and it quickly began copying 
massive amounts of data onto Dee Dee's hard disk.

Once the first program was installed, Barocca began filling in the data 
with her vital statistics. All of her body measurements, her blood 
type, as well as numerous medical readings and specifications went into 
the program. Barocca had even had to read up in some on-line medical 
journals earlier, to be certain just what some of them were. 
Eventually, the program knew just about every physiological detail that 
there was to know about her. "According to your instructions, this 
device is ready to go, Barocca," called Jeanne.

"Okay, great. I've just finished things up at my end, Jeanne," replied 
Barocca, as she ran a quick check on the machine's status.

"Okay, we're at the point of no return now, Jeanne. I'm going to settle 
into the machine now, and let it work its magic on me." Barocca had 
stripped naked, and was lying on her back on the cushioned table of the 
machine.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing, Barocca?" asked Jeanne. There 
was a look of genuine concern and care on her face.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Jeanne. The software these folks sent me 
has worked once before, so I have no doubt it'll do the job this time 
too." "I know that you tried to explain it to me once before, but I 
still don't understand how this is supposed to work."

"In a nutshell it's like this, Jeanne. Dee Dee's machine works on the 
computer principle of 'cut and paste'. That's oversimplifying it, I 
know. But we don't have time for a full-blown explanation. See all the 
miniature circuitry and wiring on the inside of the plastic dome or 
cover?"

The machine had a large cover of material that looked similar to 
Plexiglas. It was also cut in the same shape of the old style plastic 
covers that were used on helicopters to cover the outside stretchers 
used for transporting medical patients.

"When Dee Dee's ready to give a girl a cock, she uses a template, and 
lets the machine graft, or surgically attach it to her. It does all the 
work, including doing all the physical and biological changes necessary 
to the body. She uses the same template for everyone. That's why all 
the girls who first receive their cock look exactly the same there, for 
about two weeks. Then the body accepts the new addition, and the skin 
tone changes, and other very subtle differences in size and shape 
become apparent over time. Once we're fully developed, the girls all 
have cocks that are slightly varied and different looking.

"For tonight, I've set the machine to 'copy' or capture my entire body, 
from head to toe using the new software. After it's done with that, I 
get out of the machine. Then we set it to 'paste' or create a new me, 
from all the data that it's absorbed or captured from me."

"So what we've done is turn this thing into the world's largest 'Xerox' 
machine," said Jeanne.

"For lack of a better term, yes," giggled Barocca. "Only this 'copy' of 
me is only good for twenty four hours. Okay, Jeanne. It's gonna take 
almost half an hour to scan everything on me.

I can't talk, and I have to be as still as possible while it does this. 
So just relax and read a magazine or something, and just wait for me to 
finish. Above all, don't touch any computer in the room for any reason. 
Once I'm done here, we can talk more about what happens in the future.

"Lower the cover down on me, Jeanne, and make sure it snaps into place. 
Then go to Dee Dee's computer, and just click on the START button, on 
the program that I've got open."

Jeanne did as Barocca had instructed her, and moved to the computer. 
She clicked the mouse on the button indicated on Dee Dee's PC.

A very quiet hum began to emanate from the machine, as it powered up 
and came to life. A series of multi-colored lights began flashing and 
moving across Barocca's body in up and down, and back and forth 
patterns. The thickness of the Plexiglas shield obscured Barocca's body 
to begin with, and the lights made it even more difficult to tell what 
was going on inside the small chamber.

"The effect from all those lights is like a cross between a large 
copier machine, and the old 'transporter effect' on the Star Trek 
series," thought Jeanne.

Half an hour later, Dee Dee's PC beeped quietly, and a window flashed 
on the screen.

"Process Complete. Operation Successful," Jeanne read to herself. 
"Well, so far, so good. Now to see just how Barocca's doing."

Jeanne waited for the machine to completely quiet down, and for all the 
lights and any other sign of activity to abate. She gently unlocked the 
cover mechanism, and opened it.

Barocca was still for a moment, and then opened her eyes and smiled at 
Jeanne.

"How do you feel, Barocca?"

"Well, I'm a little stiff from having to remain perfectly still for so 
long. And it might take my eyes a bit to adjust from all the flashing 
lights in there. But otherwise, I feel fine, Jeanne.

"On to the next step, girlfriend. I'll run a quick check on the results 
of the program on Dee Dee's PC, and then if everything looks okay, I'll 
set it to do a 'paste' and create a clone of me."

Barocca quickly examined all the data that the machine had gathered 
from her body, and compared it to a list of the readings she had 
entered before they started. "Beautiful! Physically, there's no 
variations or differences whatsoever. I'll just set things up to do the 
final procedure."

Barocca entered a few more commands and keystrokes on the PC, to set up 
the final program. From there, she walked to the cloning machine, and 
closed the cover again, and made several small adjustments. Then she 
started the main program from Dee Dee's PC again. The machine came 
quietly to life again, and the pattern of glittering and flashing 
lights appeared again. "And now we simply bake at three hundred degrees 
for one hour until it's a golden brown color, and voila! An instant 
shemale clone of yours truly," chuckled Barocca.

As they waited for the machine to perform it's magic, and create a 
clone of Barocca, the girls had an hour to wait.

"Do you really think that this will fool the other girls tomorrow, 
Barocca?" asked Jeanne.

"Well physically, she'll be an exact duplicate of me, including my 
cock. The only problem with the software these people supplied me with, 
is her intelligence. She's not gonna be much smarter than some of the 
trollops they portrayed you and me as, when we were modeling.

"But for tomorrow, she's not going to be expected to do much more than 
fuck Jordan hot and heavy. And I have no doubt she'll be able to do 
that without any problems. Like I said before, I only wish I could be 
there in person to do it to Jordan myself.

"I've been able to give her a really limited vocabulary and education 
for tomorrow's activities. She knows who the five other girls in the 
room in the Main Event are. And I've given her a burning desire to fuck 
Jordan senseless, in any way that she can. Her natural desires ought to 
kick in, once she sees Jordan's cunt, and sees the other gals begin 
humping her. "Everyone knows that I'm pissed off at Jordan to begin 
with. So for the time it takes the Main Event to play itself out, I'm 
banking that she can get by with a minimum of conversation, and a lot 
of grunts and groans, and fool the others. That'll give us time to do 
what we need to do in this very room tomorrow."

"Only everyone will think you're in the Main Event, fucking Jordan. And 
they won't even know about me, until it's too late," said Jeanne.

"Exactly, girlfriend! I'll have an ironclad alibi for where I was, even 
if someone should somehow suspect that we might have been in here."

The girls passed the rest of the time that Barocca's clone was being 
created with some idle chatter.

Just over an hour later, Dee Dee's computer beeped softly again. The 
familiar windows "Process Complete" and "Operation Successful" were 
flashed on the screen.

"Okay, Jeanne. Now's the time for the grand unveiling," said Barocca. 
"Unveil what, Barocca? The entire window's all fogged up. I can't see a 
thing in there."

"That's because the machine did a tremendous amount of creating more 
new matter and new life, than it ever has before. It produced an 
entirely new human body this time, instead of just a cock like it 
usually does. Give me a hand with all of the locks and switches on this 
thing, Jeanne."

After letting the machine completely cycle down and power off, the 
girls unfastened the locking mechanisms on the Plexiglas cover. Steam 
and mist were released into the air.

When it had cleared, both Jeanne and Barocca stared in awe and wonder 
at what they had just created.

A perfect duplicate of Barocca was lying on the surface of the chamber 
of the machine.

From her soft curly hair, to her beautifully defined face and 
cheekbones, it was an exact duplicate of Barocca. Every detail of her 
body, including her cock and balls, her full breasts, and her pussy had 
been flawlessly reproduced.

"Holy shit, Barocca..." Jeanne softly exclaimed. "Not even your own 
mother could tell the two of you apart. But what about how she'll talk, 
and how she'll act?"

"There's no time like the present, to find out, Jeanne. Help me get her 
out of the machine and into one of the chairs. We'll let her rest there 
for a few minutes, while I run the uninstall program, that'll remove 
any traces of our activities tonight from Dee Dee's computer."

Both girls helped the clone of Barocca into one of Dee Dee's swivel 
chairs. Jeanne held her hands, while Barocca put the finishing touches 
on Dee Dee's PC.

"What's your name, honey?" asked Jeanne.

"I'm Barocca," the clone replied, as if she were just awakening from a 
deep sleep.

"And do you know where you are?"

"I'm on the Island. But I don't recognize this room."

Barocca turned from the PC, as she finished the uninstalling process, 
and smiled at her clone. "That's because you're in the doctor's area of 
the Island. You just had your checkup with her. This is your cousin, 
Jeanne. And I'm your twin sister, Barocca. Mom was never very 
imaginative with names, and since we look so similar, we decided to 
just keep the same name, when we came to the Island."

The clone smiled, and nodded in seeming acceptance at what Barocca had 
just said.

Barocca gave Jeanne a deliberate wink when her gaze was turned from the 
clone. It wasn't the most believable story ever invented, granted. But 
it would do for the spur of the moment, and satisfy the clone's limited 
intelligence, for her purposes.

"You've had a long day, honey," Barocca told her clone. "The doctor had 
to put you under, and run some tests, but you're fine. We'll just get 
you home, and let you sleep for a while.

"Jeanne, get her robe out of your bag, and we'll get her covered up for 
the trip home."

Barocca made a final inspection of Dee Dee's lab, and was satisfied 
that there were no traces of any of the activities that had taken place 
in the last few hours. The girls helped the clone into the bathrobe, 
and then giving her partial support between them, they walked carefully 
back along the deserted corridors to Barocca's quarters.

Once they were safely back in her quarters, Barocca turned to Jeanne. 
"There's just one thing I want to check, before we tuck her in for the 
night."

Barocca faced her clone. "Do you know who Jordan is honey?"

For a moment, the clone seemed puzzled. Then a light went on in her 
eyes as she recalled Barocca's thoughts that had been programmed into 
her. "Jordan.... Jordan. Little blonde girl. Don't like her for some 
reason." The clone began to fondle her cock and balls. "Want to fuck 
Jordan. Want to fuck her real bad."

"That's right, honey. That's right," said Barocca. "You and some of 
your friends are going to fuck Jordan tomorrow. Long and hard. Hot and 
deep. You just get some rest, and don't get too excited just yet. Just 
save yourself for tomorrow."

After the girls had seen the clone safely to bed, Jeanne and Barocca 
settled down on the sofa, and the recliner chair. "I guess we'll have 
to 'rough it' for one night, Jeanne. But it's not too big a sacrifice 
to make."

"So what've you got planned for the clone tomorrow, Barocca?"

"Well, we let her get a good sleep. We were done in the lab quicker 
than I thought. It's only just past 3:00AM now. We'll wake her around 
10:30 or 11:00 in the morning. She doesn't have to be at the Main Event 
until just after Noon. We'll give her a good breakfast, and also give 
her a few vitamins so she's really raring and ready to go. Then we send 
her off, and let her hump her brains out, with the others, as they put 
Jordan through the wringer.

"I know she's only got a lifespan of twenty four hours, but it'll be 
long enough to do what I need her to do. The Main Event should last 
anywhere from a few hours, to maybe five or six hours, if Jordan 
somehow manages to pull off an upset. That's still plenty of time for 
her. Once she's back here after the Main Event, I'll just put something 
in her drink to make her sleep, and that'll be the last thing that she 
remembers.

"Once the clone leaves here tomorrow morning, we'll wait about an hour, 
until we know everyone's watching the Main Event. Then we'll be free to 
sneak into Dee Dee's lab again. And then I'll have enough free time so 
that I can give you the treatment. After that, you'll be one of the 
family here."

"You mean I finally get to have my own cock?" asked Jeanne gleefully. 
"That's right girlfriend. I'm gonna put so much meat between your legs, 
that you'll make a Brahma bull blush, when he gets a look at you."

"I can hardly wait, Barocca."

"I've been waiting for someone like you for a long time too, Jeanne. 
Let's get some sleep tonight, because we've got a busy day ahead of us 
tomorrow too."

Chapter #13: The Girls' Night Out

Part #2: Enter The Vectrans

While Barocca and Jeanne were busy in Dee Dee's lab earlier that night, 
creating a clone of Barocca, they had indeed covered all their tracks, 
and made their presence undetectable to anyone on the Island.

What they could not possibly have known, was that the 'miracle 
software' that Barocca had received, was alien in nature. Whenever the 
software was activated, it sent out a unique signal, or identifying 
beacon. This signal was not detectable by any communications devices 
currently in use on Earth. It utilized parts of the frequency spectrum 
that current Earth technology would not be able to effectively use for 
almost twenty years.

However, just because no one on Earth could interpret the signal, it 
did not mean that the signal went unreceived.

Out in the depths of space, somewhere between the orbits of Mars and 
Jupiter, the sleek starship Delphi 4 streaked though the void, making 
its sensory probes, as part of its research and exploration mission.

Calista, cadet second class, recently graduated from the Academy, sat 
at her station, trying not to nod off at her post. When she had signed 
on in the Military after graduation, she had assumed she would be 
assigned somewhere that there was at least a fair amount of action and 
events taking place. She hadn't counted on being assigned to a boring, 
routine duty, on a ship so far off the beaten path of habitation and 
civilization in this sector of the galaxy. The only thing even close to 
habitation in many parsecs was a little mudball listed as Terra, or 
'Earth', as the inhabitants called it.

The planet was inhabited, but the Federation's classification of the 
planetoid still placed their civilization considerably below what 
passed for acceptable levels of establishing contact and 
communications. The planet's population had recently developed nuclear 
weapons, and the nations of that world still couldn't peacefully 
coexist. They'd almost blown their planet back to the Stone Age, and 
the Federation wanted no part of them, until they showed greater signs 
of maturing.

Calista glanced at her chronometer. Still almost two hours before her 
shift was over.

Maybe she could see about switching to a more conventional shift with 
one of the other girls later on. Granted out here in space, it was 
always 'night' to her, because it was her first trip into deep space, 
but maybe being on a more normal schedule would sit better with her.

Calista was almost ready to make an excuse, and have one of the other 
girls cover for her, as she took a restroom break, when her display 
console lit up.

A signal beacon was coming in across the ship's sensors.

"This shouldn't be happening," thought Calista. "We're the only 
starship in this sector of the galaxy. We're out of effective 
communications range with just about anything."

Calista ran a quick check on her equipment. It was calibrated, and 
working perfectly. She captured a readout of the unusual display 
readings on her monitor, and began researching it. The current manuals 
and specification listings showed no match for it.

On a hunch, Calista pulled out one of the older manuals from the 
storage cabinet, which was at least ten years old. Thumbing through it, 
Calista eventually found a match for the frequency among the older, 
outdated types of technology that the Federation had once used.

"I knew this looked familiar," thought Calista. "I remember one of my 
instructors going over this in a history class, back at the Academy. I 
never thought I'd see it in use though. The current technology we have 
is so far ahead of this, it's not even funny.

"Still, we are supposed to report any type of unusual findings on this 
mission, so I'd better notify the Lieutenant about this."

Calista reached for the intercom button, and contacted Lieutenant 
Rayleena, who was First Officer on the bridge at the time.

"Lieutenant, I think I have something that you should see here," said 
Calista.

"What've you found Calista? I was under the impression that there 
weren't any planets with a civilization advanced enough for us to 
consider contacting in this sector."

"That was my assumption too, sir. But I've verified the frequency in 
one of our older Tech Manuals. Someone on Terra is using our 
technology. Granted it appears to be quite a bit out of date, but it's 
definitely ours from the signature frequency beacon on it."

"Get a printout of it, and bring a hard copy of it to me on the bridge 
right away, Calista."

Calista did as she was instructed, and brought the data to Rayleena on 
the bridge a few moments later. As she scanned the data, Rayleena's 
brow furrowed with concentration as she interpreted the data.

"I'll be damned. I never expected to see this again."

"What is it, sir?" asked Calista.

"I think that this is the same technology that we lost when one of our 
probe ships, the Vega, crashed on Earth, over thirty years ago. When we 
went back a few months later to pick up the pieces, the Earthlings 
assured us that all the computers and software on the ship had been 
destroyed in the crash. Evidently some of it survived after all.

"This happened long before you were in the service, Calista. But the 
Captain and I were both part of the mission sent to Earth to mop up, 
and tie up loose ends. We worked with one of their government agencies 
to keep things on a hush-hush level. We made it perfectly clear that if 
we found out that they were caught later on using our technology 
without our consent, that there'd be hell to pay."

"The transmission I received was two bursts, earlier tonight, sir. A 
little over ninety minutes all together by them."

"Who knows just what the hell they're up to with it," muttered 
Rayleena. "But I think the Captain will definitely want to know about 
this."

The race inhabiting the starship was called the Vectrans. They were 
essentially another humanoid race that had sprung up millions of years 
ago in another galaxy.  Over many thousands of years, the Vectrans had 
perfected the art of melding, changing and shaping their bodies. They 
had to undergo a series of medical treatments to be able to accomplish 
this, but anyone who could afford the treatments could do it.

The planets they had evolved on were larger, and had a stronger gravity 
than that of Earth. As a result, the average adult female was at least 
seven feet tall, and strongly muscled.

The males tended to be at least eight feet in height, and even more 
powerful. Although the Vectrans were considerably taller than humanoid 
life on Earth, their bodies and skeletal structures were so perfectly 
proportioned, that they had to be seen next to a smaller being, or 
something of a known size, for someone to really notice their size 
difference.

Although a large part of the Vectran population still clung to the 
long-established roles of basic 'male' and 'female' sexual 
characteristics, many of them had embraced the ability to shape and 
change their bodies, as their medical science made it possible.

The most popular sect was that of a female body, combined with a male's 
penis, or what we on Earth would call a 'shemale'. The Vectrans of this 
sect could alter their bodies upon command, allowing them to become 
shemales when it was time for sex, and totally female when there were 
other duties to perform. This unusual arrangement had worked out 
surprisingly well in the Military, where ships could be outfitted with 
a completely female crew, who could still function without the need for 
any males on board.

The current starship, Delphi 4, was one such ship. The Military and the 
Federation had run extensive compatibility tests on the entire crew, in 
both simulated combat and tactical maneuvers, as well as various social 
interactions. The brass had been satisfied that the crew of Delphi 4 
could not only hold its own if it came to a fight, but that the all 
female roster would be able to find enough companions among themselves 
and coexist socially as well.

They had selected Lieutenant Commander Rhiannon for her long and 
outstanding service record, and promoted her to a full Captain, and 
given her the Delphi 4 as her first command. Rhiannon had been thrilled 
to find out about the promotion. "It was about fucking time that the 
boneheads in the top brass had finally recognized my ability, and gave 
me the credit I deserve," she had thought.

About the only thing that had gone wrong, was the fleet had assigned 
Rhiannon and the Delphi 4 to the most desolate section of the galaxy 
they could find. It was the equivalent of putting the new Sheriff in a 
one-horse town. Rhiannon knew that this tour of duty couldn't last 
forever though. Sooner or later it would be over, and then they'd be 
assigned to somewhere where the action was.

In the meantime, there wasn't a hell of a lot to do when you weren't on 
duty. The crew of the Delphi 4 was about two-thirds shemales, or 
'shifters', or 'melders' as they were sometimes called. The few 
holdouts would almost definitely want to be converted to shemales, once 
they had been with some of the more experienced crewmembers a few 
times.

As Captain of the starship, Rhiannon had her pick of many of the very 
most desirable crewmembers for her pleasure partners. Some of the 
younger officers could play their little power games, and try to 
influence the newer girls; or try to advance through the ranks on their 
own through sexual favors. But rank had its privileges, damn it, and 
Rhiannon was certainly enjoying those now!

Rhiannon stood several inches over seven feet tall, and had a superbly 
muscled figure. In Terran years, both she and Rayleena were over sixty 
years old. But the regeneration treatments that were commonplace for 
her
planet's citizens had kept them both looking young and vibrant. Each 
could
easily pass for a woman less than half her age with no difficulty.

Rhiannon had a clean, handsome face that was still attractive to look 
at.
Years of military duty had caused her face to age ever so slightly. Yet
when she was off duty, or in the arms of a lover, she still had a face 
that
would turn many heads in appreciation. Her hair was jet black, and she 
kept
it somewhat short, cut just above her shoulders.

Rhiannon's skin was a light tanned color from spending times in the sun 
decks after her workouts were finished. She didn't have the absolute 
biggest set of breasts on the ship, but she certainly wasn't flat-
chested. Her breasts were full and nicely sculpted, and her nipples 
were thick protruding buds, with teats that were thicker than her 
thumbs.

Rhiannon had a cock that was probably the most magnificent piece of 
meat on the entire ship. Over three feet long, it was at least four 
inches wide, with a head that was bigger than her clenched fist. 
Mounted at the base of her cock were two massive testicles that not 
even Rhiannon could completely grip in one of her hands.

Rhiannon also possessed a cunt that could swallow any cock almost up to 
the size of her own. She had made many partners, males, females and 
shemales, swoon in ecstasy, when she had given herself to them.

Rhiannon was deep in the throes of passion with her partner for 
tonight, a lovely blonde named Vantha, who was one of the senior 
Lieutenants in one of the Engineering Departments. The two girls had 
known each other for many years, and fucked each other for nothing more 
than their lust for pleasure. Rhiannon was riding up and down on 
Vantha's cock, as Vantha lay on her back on the bed. Although not as 
huge as Rhiannon, Vantha had over two feet of her own cockmeat shoved 
in her lover's pussy. Rhiannon's cock was still huge enough that she 
could ride up and down on Vantha's meat, and her own cock could still 
reach all the way to Vantha's mouth. Vantha had her lips stretched 
around Rhiannon's bulbous cockhead, swallowing the massive helmet 
entirely.

After fucking back and forth like this for twenty minutes, Rhiannon 
eventually felt herself shoot past the point of no return. Her cock 
began throbbing and shaking like a fire hose.

Vantha clamped down harder on her cockhead, and sucked as fast as she 
possibly could. At the same time, Vantha began pumping her cock in and 
out of Rhiannon's pussy hard enough so that her balls slapped against 
Rhiannon's rump.

Rhiannon screamed in ecstasy, as she felt her cock shoot off like a 
missile in Vantha's mouth. Vantha easily swallowed the huge flow of 
jism, as it cascaded into her throat.

Rhiannon could feel Vantha's cock shooting off its own load inside her 
body, as her white-hot sperm seemed to make her belly glow with an 
inner fire. Each girl shot off like a rocket into the other girl for 
over a minute, before their orgasms subsided.

Each girl relaxed her cock so that they were no longer erect, and they 
gently pulled out of each other. Because of their greater physical 
size, and the fact that they had been used to oversized cocks for so 
much longer, the Vectran shemales could absorb cock and sperm in 
phenomenal levels that girls on Earth would only wonder in awe at, if 
they saw them at play.

Rhiannon was just about to suggest to Vantha that they do it one more 
time, and call it a night, when the intercom buzzed. It was Rayleena 
from the Command Deck. Rhiannon swore under her breath, and answered 
the buzzer.

"Damn it, Rayleena," said Rhiannon, plainly irritated at being 
interrupted. "Haven't I explicitly told you that I'm not to be 
disturbed when I'm intimate with someone? This had damn well better be 
important for you to bother me like this, girl."

"I'm terribly sorry for the intrusion, Captain. But I believe Calista 
has found a definite beacon for some of that missing software that you 
specifically told me to watch out for."

Rhiannon stood up at the side of the bed, as Rayleena's words 
registered on her. As she got up, both Rhiannon and Vantha exercised 
the mental control over their cocks, and they disappeared.

Thanks to tremendous advances in their medical science, the Vectran 
race had long ago developed the ability to shape and meld their bodies 
over thousands of years. Those who had received the proper medical 
treatments could do this literally on demand. The result was that they 
could shape or alter themselves into their shemale or other forms at 
will, when it was time for lovemaking, and discard them when they were 
called to other duties.

"Are you absolutely positive about this, Rayleena?" she asked.

"Yes, Commander. I was skeptical about Calista's findings at first too. 
But all of the information has been checked in some of the older 
Technical Manuals. We believe it's definitely the signature beacon from 
the software packages that were installed on the explorer ship Vega, 
when it crashed on Earth, over thirty years ago."

"All right, Rayleena. Thank you for the notice. I'll be on the bridge 
in ten minutes."

Rhiannon switched the intercom off, and turned to Vantha.

"Those little sons of bitches," muttered Rhiannon to herself. "Over 
thirty years ago when we went back to pick up the pieces, the 
Earthlings swore up and down that everything on the Vega had been 
destroyed when the ship crashed. I thought it was pretty damn peculiar 
when they showed us the salvaged hull of the ship, that every 
electronic and computer component had been almost surgically removed 
from inside it.

"Rayleena and I tried to point out to the brass, that those little 
bastards had obviously cannibalized our ship, but they wouldn't listen 
to us. The powers that be back then didn't figure that an outdated 
piece of technology in the hands of the Earthlings merited a military 
action or a response. They still didn't regard their civilization as 
being advanced enough to be included in the Federation yet. So they 
told us to abort the mission, and return home.

"This little fiasco has been the only black mark on my record in my 
career, Vantha. Even though the two of us were only junior officers 
back then, I think they've used it as an excuse not to advance Rayleena 
and myself as fast as some of the other officers.

"You're sure that little incident with Tarina didn't have anything to 
do with it, Rhiannon?"

Rhiannon winced, and shook her head, laughing under her breath. "You 
would have to remember that and bring it up. It's a good thing we're 
old friends, Vantha. Almost everyone else has forgotten about it by 
now, but the brass tried to put our butt in a sling for that one."

Rhiannon began donning her tunic, and straightening her hair. "You fuck 
someone in the ass just once, and the Military tries to hold it over 
your head forever. The little slut played up to you, me and Rayleena 
for over two weeks, wanting to know what it would be like to be with a 
shemale. So the three of us showed her what it was like one night. Then 
she ran screaming back home to the Command Base after that. I mean, how 
the fuck were we supposed to know that her grandfather was an Admiral 
in the fleet?" "What made it worse was the little trollop didn't even 
have the nerve to tell us that she was a virgin in the ass," added 
Vantha. "If we'd had a little forewarning, we could've been more gentle 
with her. But no....! She had to put on the act that she was experienced 
in everything."

"The fact that that incident happened just a month or two after the 
fiasco with retrieving the Vega really had the brass painting bullseyes 
on our asses for a while," said Rhiannon.

"Okay. So our service records aren't exactly spotless," Rhiannon 
continued. "But if there's a chance that we can return to Earth, and 
tie up some loose ends on this mission, it could really be a feather in 
our cap."

As they finished donning their tunics, Rhiannon turned to Vantha. "I'll 
let you head back to Engineering, and you can resume your duties there, 
Vantha. I want to confirm Calista and Rayleena's findings for myself, 
and then I'll make a final decision."

As they left Rhiannon's quarters, the two women kissed goodbye. Vantha 
headed one way down the corridor to the Engineering levels, while the 
Captain turned the opposite way, and headed for the bridge.

Rhiannon arrived on the bridge, and greeted Rayleena and Calista. "Let 
me see your findings again, Rayleena." Rhiannon scanned through the 
printout, her brow furrowing as she recognized and interpreted the 
information.

"Actually, it was Calista who found it, Commander," replied Rayleena. 
"Were you able to find out just which type of our software that they 
were running, Calista?" asked Rhiannon.

"At this distance, the signal was very faint, Commander. I was able to 
amplify it, and enhance it to a degree with the ship's computers. As 
near as I can tell, they were running some of our medical enhancement 
and altering software."

Rhiannon ran her fingers over her chin, as she mulled her thoughts. 
"That's incredible. When I received that coded transmission from our 
old contact in Washington a few days ago, I certainly didn't expect 
anything like this to turn up so soon. That little twerp in the agency 
has been so concerned with playing his damned mind games, that I didn't 
think he could tell the truth if his life depended on it. It's almost 
as if he knew someone would be using it shortly after he sent that 
message."

Rhiannon turned and looked at Calista, and smiled. "You've done very 
good work, Calista. A lot of other people might've passed this reading 
off as trivial, or not noteworthy. I understand that this is your first 
tour of duty on a starship?"

"That's right, Commander."

"Well, the first thing we're going to do is set a course for Earth, do 
a little mopping up, and reclaim what's rightfully ours. God only knows 
what those imbeciles are trying to do with our technology that they 
probably can't even fully comprehend.

"After that's over and done with, I'll be sure and show you my 
gratitude personally, Calista."

Calista smiled and knew what that meant. It was common knowledge that 
the crew of Delphi 4 was all female, and that over two-thirds were 
shifters or melders who preferred taking on the shemale shape and form. 
It also wasn't any secret who the shifters were.

Calista had been born as a normal female, and developed into an 
attractive young woman with a lovely figure. As she came of age, 
Calista had long since yearned to become a shemale, ever since she had 
found out such a thing was possible through the Vectran's advanced 
medical technology. However, just because the technology was available, 
didn't mean it wasn't inexpensive. As a student from a standard working 
class family, Calista knew the military was one of the few options for 
getting out of her small hometown, as well as career advancement, and 
the possibility of reward and recognition.

Now not only would Calista get to experience Commander Rhiannon first 
hand on an intimate level, she'd certainly be able to see for herself 
if the stories about the Captain's famous endowments were true after 
all. And being on the captain's good side could only be a plus in 
getting her future promotions, and possibly even getting some clout in 
getting the necessary strings pulled, so that she could one day have 
the makeover process performed on her, so that she could become a 
shemale too.

"I'm very glad that you've approved of my work, Commander," replied 
Calista. Rhiannon gave Calista a warm smile that hinted at the joys 
that could be hers in the future. "Don't you worry girl. If this works 
out as I expect it to, I'll do a hell of a lot more than just notice 
you in the future. For now, back to your post, and keep up the good 
work.

"All right, crew. Listen up. We're heading back to Earth, as of right 
now. Calista, I want you to pinpoint just where that signal was coming 
from, so we know where to look."

Calista scanned her instruments. "At this distance, it's difficult to 
tell, Commander. Right now, I can only get approximate longitude and 
latitude readings. When we get closer I'll be able to tell you exactly 
where they are."

"All right. What can you establish from it so far?"

"Well right now, the signal is coming from somewhere in what's known on 
the planet as the 'Bahamas'. A small island group, off the eastern 
coast of Florida in their Northern Hemisphere."

"Then that's where we're headed, and we'll go over that area with a 
fine tooth comb when we get there. Rayleena, lay in a course for Earth. 
Maximum speed."

"Commander, are you sure that's wise? Shouldn't we report this to Base 
Command first?" asked Rayleena.

Rhiannon rolled her eyes back in her head, and then shook her head with 
a grimace.

"Rayleena, we've been friends and served together for a long time. Stop 
and use your head. If we report this to Base Command, they'll make a 
full-blown production out of this, and assign it to some other ass-
kisser, who'll get all the glory and all the credit.

"You and I were on that recovery mission, over thirty years ago, 
Rayleena. Not only is this our chance to wipe those smug smiles off the 
Earthling's faces, it's a chance for a definite coup for us too. When 
we report that we've successfully tied up all the loose ends of this 
mission, they won't have any choice but to give us the credit we 
deserve, and we'll see some promotions too."

Rhiannon noticed that the entire Command Deck had grown ominously 
silent, as they listened to the conversation between the two senior 
officers. Rhiannon raised her voice and addressed the assembled 
crewmembers on the bridge.

"I should also mention that anyone else who takes part in this mission, 
and distinguishes themselves will also earn serious accommodations and 
citations on their service records. And that will certainly include 
recommendations from Rayleena and myself for partial, or possibly even 
total compensation for the cost of the medical transformation 
procedures, that many of you are yearning for.

"That's right girls. Bust your asses, and help make this mission a 
smashing success, and some of you can earn yourselves an all expenses 
paid trip to medical centers, for your grand makeovers into shemales, 
or whatever else your little heart desires. And even if you've already 
made the change, you'll damn sure see a hefty increase in your 
salaries. How many of you are with me?"

There was a resounding chorus of cheers and applause from the girls on 
the bridge. Even though the rest of the ship hadn't heard the official 
announcement, Rhiannon knew the makeup of her crew well enough, that 
she was certain there'd be no resentment in the ranks. A challenging 
mission like this, with the chance for big rewards was just what the 
crew of Delphi 4 needed after too long in this nearly deserted sector 
of the