A Visit to the North Ch. 02

The hard drive offered no clues since I didn't keep any of my interesting files on it. She clicked on the browser history of the first one that auto opened but it also wasn't helpful. I'd used a second browser for my story and porn traffic to prevent just what she was attempting. Late into the night she continued and finally she found the background browser. I'd failed to clear the history for at least three weeks prior to our Montreal trip. She found the weblinks detailing my sexual interests first, then the story site link, which opened three long discourses on slow femme transition and on femdom authority.

Though hurt she wasn't too surprised by the content, but it caused her to consider whether these were somehow tied to my disappearance. Still just a loose thought because it was such a crazy thing to consider: hubby likes to read transgender porn, is taken by someone, get made-up by a domme and then fucked. She now felt my running away wasn't really plausible, since all of our accounts were untapped, and I could easily have just told her I was leaving without her having to suffer as she now did. She believed I'd been taken but why and by whom?

She searched the web for similar circumstances of the kidnapping of men. There were news stories of thousands of women being taken, never recovered, nor released. These the Police filed as sex crimes. This was where she got a spark. She considered the stories of gender change she read on my Mac, somehow the possibility seemed somewhat plausible. Maybe they needed to reconsider what and whom they were searching for. To my reasonable, beautiful and anguished wife this was just too much of a 'story'. Barbara grabbed my laptop computer and a mess of miscellaneous items from my desk and headed back to DC.

5b The Suite

Suzanne was near me and I was naked. I was a girl with a cock being guided down a long hall by a beautiful girl. She had her arm around my chest just below my breasts, "We need to prevent too much movement here," she said as she pulled me closer to restrict the motion.

I considered this for a moment then said, "That feels very delightful though."

We moved slowly along a stone vaulted corridor. I noticed the sound we caused; our heels hitting the stone. I felt a bit lost but was comforted by her presence.

"Annabelle I hope you're starting to realize we've taken every possible measure to assure your safety." It was Suzanne speaking but I could just see Rachel was further along the hall.

"But what of Barbara my wife?" I interjected as we moved slowly along a hall. Though naked I wasn't chilled with her near.

"Don't fear, she is well. Though she clearly misses you. She's moved in with the couple you were with in December."

"She left her position due to my capture? I must speak with her now!" I said, looking about for some escape, tottering in the heels and still woozy.

"No, you will not, and quiet down or Rachel will intervene."

Why I can't explain but I stopped talking, I stopped thinking of running. I noticed my shadow on the floor, as thin as the woman leading me, to where? I'd appeared to have lost many kilos.

Suzanne was again speaking to me, "She is with two beautiful women and that has settled her somewhat. Though she hasn't sold your apartment as of yet."

I wanted to ask about my thinness but said, with a soft voice "But how do you justify making these changes to me and therefore to her life?"

"We're certain that all will be good for the three of them and eventually you. This may seem as a far flung interruption of your world, but as the next several weeks will show, it's for your happiness Anna."

"You've even selected a nickname for me?"

"No dear girl. We found the name and many of the subtle details that you've acquired from searching carefully through your history. I think you know which history I mean don't you?"

We continued to move along several similar spaces but Rachel seems to have disappeared. We reached a wide doorway with a soft oaken tone. Suzanne swung the door away and we entered a beautiful bedroom en suite.

End of Part Two, To be continued.