The Gurls of Ψ Υ Τ Α Ch. 02-03

Chapter Two -- The Imagined Rubber Maids Seduction

Calming down, Hitomi flipped up the front of her loose skirt, revealing the petals of her moist bald beaver. "Nope, all woman I'm afraid," she declared, shaking her head in the negative.

Midori, with a faux southern accent, chimed in, "No honey child, the emasculation of men is just her kink."

Rae, from her corner, joined the conversation, "Well fuck me," she exclaimed, "that sounds wild." Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Their banter continued, painting a picture of debauched scenes. I found myself imagining, walking in heels, wearing dresses and make-up.

I saw images of myself and Rae on Hitomis king-size bed, both dressed as pink rubber maids, sucking on either side of a black double ended dildo. Behind us, Hitomi and Midori stood dresses in a mixture of leather and lace.

Big black rubber cocks protruding from harnesses affixed to their waists. Pointing at our hungry holes, they began to insert inch after inch of their 12-inch strap-on slowly into our fuckholes. As they began to penetrate us, I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure around the rubber of the double ended dildo.

The rubber of the imagined strap-on sliding into my hole was unlike anything I had imagined, in the moment it felt real. With each thrust they pushed deeper, filling us up in a way that left us begging for more. My tucked cock began to leak heightened the experience.

After what felt like an eternity, the full length of their rubber cocs had fully inserted, their heavy rubber balls resting on our flesh. They gave us time four our arses to adjust to the size of those mammoth cocks.

As they began to move again, I couldn't help but let out a string of mumbled curse words, the pleasure to intense to contain. The bucking of their hips caused our lips to slide along the length of the double dildo, our saliva dripping down our chins. The imagined weight of new breast swinging on my chest, the spectral sound of my cock slapping my belly.

Hitomi broke me of my reverie as she handed me a card, "she makes bespoke lingerie, you should check her out." On the back was Hitomi's number, "Give us a call sometime," she said with a knowing smile.

Leaving the bathroom hand in hand, the exaggerated sway of their hips enticing, Midori looked over her shoulder with a wink.

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Now alone in the bathroom Rae's eyes locked with mine, a mix of longing and regret dancing within their depths. Attempting to thank Rae, she gently hushed me a single fingertip against my lips.

"I have wanted to do that from the day I first met you," Rae whispered, her voice a soft melody, "I'm just sorry it had to happen this way."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. I could feel the weight of her sincerity brushing against my skin, leaving a trail of bittersweet longing in its wake. And then, like a curtain being drawn back, she let me glimpse into the depths of her thoughts.

"I had envisioned something much different, much more special," Rae continued, her voice tinged with a touch of wistfulness. "Candles, rose petals, sexy lingerie, and silky sheets. A night to remember, filled with passion and tenderness."

My heart swelled at her confession, a soft smile tugging at the corners of my lips. In that moment, Rae revealed a side of herself that I had never seen before, a side that craved romance and tenderness.

"That wasn't special?" I asked her, "perhaps, in its own unique way, it was a moment that will linger in our memories for a lifetime."

As Rae's gaze softened, a spark of understanding passed between us. She had yearned for perfection, for a fairytale romance in a less than ideal setting. And yet, in the confines of the bathroom, with only the sound of our breaths mingling in the air, we had found with help from Hitomi and Midori a passion for kink that was over whelming.

"How many guys can say they lost their virginity after being dragged into a bathroom and..." I trailed off, a knowing glint in my eyes.

"So, what now?" Rae asked, her voice echoing through the bathroom. I explained that I had to meet with the detective in charge of my case, to which Rae offered her moral support. I gratefully accepted, thinking that I might need it.

Armed with our phones, we made our way back to the foyer of the dorms. There, we discovered Hitomi and Midori had not gotten far. Hitomi sat in Midori's lap, her head thrown back as Midori kissed and licked the side of her neck.

Midori had a hand on Hitomi's backside, the other under Hitomi's skirt, Fingering her clit. "Hey Hitomi, you guys got access to a car?" Rae yelled across the room.

In the heat of her passion, Hitomi replied, "ohh fuck yes, keys...purse...yes, that's the spot, keys...pink mini out front."

Rae, taking the keys from her purse, grabbed a handful of hair. "Thanks, babe," she said, planting a sloppy kiss on Hitomi's gasping mouth.

"No probs, babe. Just drop them off in the morning. Won't need them till then."

Rae and I left the dormitory and made our way to the pink mini. As we settled into the car, I couldn't help but notice Rae's hand drifting towards my thigh. I looked at her, and she gave me a sly smile.

Rae put the mini into gear, and we drove to the precinct. Our conversation during the drive strayed to the fact that I was wearing Hitomi's panties. She had asked me how they felt and wanted to know what Midori had meant when she called Hitomi 'the bitch maker general.'

Apart from a little discomfort tucking I told her the panties felt fine. I surprised myself when I corrected myself, "Actually they feel great." As for Midori's comment I told her I thought maybe Hitomi liked to feminize the men in her life.

The conversation ended when we pulled into the lot we had arrived at the precinct and our mood became more serious. At the front counter, I inquired of the desk sergeant for the whereabouts of detective Suzanna McQueen.

Collected by the detective she escorted us to her office. Handing over my phone, Suzanna watched the video I had filmed in Rae's room of the confession from my assailant and his true intent of the assault.

I had forgotten about the second film on my phone, which had started automatically. As she watched, I noticed her doodling in her notebook. Subconsciously she had drawn a picture of me but not me. My hair was longer, my facial features softer. I had what looked like small breast and wider hips. My cock was the same but looked different in my eyes more fitting on my more feminine frame. She'd even drawn me standing in high heels.

Suzanna leaned back in her chair, studying her drawing. "You know, I've always had a thing for femboys," she said, her voice low and sultry.

My heart skipped a beat. I had never considered myself a femboy, but the way Suzanna was looking at me, I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through my body.

"Have you ever thought about exploring that side of yourself?" Suzanna asked, her eyes locked onto mine.

I swallowed hard. "I...I don't know, no." I stammered.

"To bad I'm on your case," she had said, with a twinkle in her eye, her voice laden with thinly veiled inuendo, "if I wasn't 20 years older, you'd be fair game."

In a moment of boldness, I never knew I had, I retorted, "Fuck, if I was 20 years, no scratch that given the chance," my words hung in the air, "I'd give you, my nightstick." But her words had me thinking about the women I had met today.

So far, my day had been a whirlwind of experiences, fear, betrayal, and lust only added to my confusion. Hitomi had redressed me in her panties, going to the extent of getting me to tuck. The feeling of the silky fabric against my skin was strange yet exciting. I had never felt so vulnerable, yet so turned on.

Midori had taken things to the next level. She had played with my butt, two fingers had been shoved deep finding my prostate pushing me over the edge. My simple thumbling in private had felt nothing like it, it was as if a dam had been broken, as I was flooded with new sensation.

Detective Suzanna McQueen had openly suggested I explore the theme of feminization. Her words sparked something in me, a curiosity that I couldn't ignore. I had always been a strait-laced kind of guy, but the thought of exploring my sexuality was becoming more and more appealing, more compelling.

And then there was Rae. She had flipped our roles by fucking me against the wall. Okay, I was a virgin, but I never objected. Instead, I had embraced everything that had happened. The pleasure and pain of her thrusts, Midori's fingers in my butt, was like Rae owned the cock buried deep in her pussy and not me.

It was so overwhelming, even a little frightening, I want to experience most of it all again.

Finally, my interview came to an end and Suzanna was about to see us to her door. But before we could leave, Rae piped up, "Actually, can I speak to you alone detective?" She lowered her voice and added, "I have further evidence, I think it better if Pruitt didn't see it."

Ushered from the room Rae remained, nervously I waited for them to finish.

Chapter 3 - The Unveiling Complexities of Shadows

I stood outside Detective McQueen's office, the minutes ticking by slowly as I waited for Rae to finish. Thoughts swirled in my mind, a tumultuous mix of anticipation and introspection. My focus shifted between Rae's involvement in the case and the newfound uncertainties that had recently crept into my existence.

Had I ever truly been content as Pruitt Ryker? The resounding answer echoed through my mind, no. The lingering question that haunted me was, could I have found genuine happiness as Prue? A perplexing notion that had never before surfaced in my consciousness.

Eventually, Rae emerged from the office, her expression cryptic as she uttered, "When I think you're ready."

With a sense of intrigue piqued, I, over the next couple of days, had implored her divulge the events that transpired behind those closed doors. What follows is Rae's account, added graciously to my journal from her unique perspective.

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Upon showing Pruitt to the hallway, Suzanna returned to her desk, her high heels resounding against the stark, polished floor. I noticed her fleeting gaze, momentarily entranced by my figure before veering away at the sight of my unwavering stare.

Detective McQueen's voice broke the silence, a hint of apprehension lacing her words, "so, you have information that could help me with my case?"

I affirmed my role, crossing my legs as I began to unfurl the web of information I had collected through my own clandestine investigations.

As I delved into the intricate details of my suspicions, I told her of phone calls, potential suspects, motives and alibis, Detective McQueen leaned in with rapt attention, urging me to continued.

My crowning revelation, I handed over, the recorded conversations and even the video of the assault sent to everyone on Sarah's phones contact list unravelled the sinister truth, exposing Pruitt's assault in chilling detail.

Gasps of disbelief escaped the detective as she witnessed his betrayal captured on screen, revealing the insidious exchange between Sarah's new paramour and the campus security chief. The vide portrayed Pruitt's brutal attack, painting a vivid picture of violence and deceit that had tainted his world.

Detective McQueen absorbed the gravity of the evidence, jotting down notes and seeking clarification with keen eyes. I observed the shift in demeanour, a flicker of pride igniting within me as she relayed each crucial detail.

As the discussion reached its conclusion, Detective McQueen's gaze held newfound respect for me, acknowledging my astute investigative talents. "You're quite the little detective Rae. I must say, I'm impressed. Have you ever thought about becoming a police officer?" My smile conveyed gratitude, a silent affirmation to uncovering the truth.

As the last slivers of daylight began to fade over the city, the streets filled with a symphony of car horns and muffled conversations. Suzanna and I emerged from her cramped office, the weight of the day hanging heavy around us. The air was tinged with the scent of exhaust and rain, a typical evening in the bustling metropolis.

Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sight of Pruitt, standing on his crutches in the corner, lost in a world of his own thoughts. His brow furrowed, his gaze distant, it was if he had forgotten the world around him and the passing of time.

Turning to me with a furrowed brow, Suzanna asked, "Rae, what are your intentions with Pruitt?" Her voice was laced with concern, her eyes drilling into mine, searching for answers.

I paused for a moment, taken aback by the directness of her question. "I..." at first, I had just wanted to be his friend offer him my support, "I don't know Detective, why do you ask?"

Suzanna's gaze softened for a moment before she gestured towards Pruitt. "He's standing there so deep in his own head, he hasn't even registered we're here." she observed, her tone tinged with worry.

Nodding in understanding, I focused my attention back on Pruitt. I could see the weight of the day etched on his face, the lines of exhaustion etching deeper with each passing moment. Christ had I pushed him too far.

"Well, he's not just thinking about the case," Suzanna explained, her voice measured. "You, Hitomi, Midori, even I, let's just say we've asked a lot of him today."

The pieces of the puzzle slowly began to fit together in my mind. "You're talking about his sexual identity?" I ventured, my voice soft.

Suzanna nodded, her expression grave. "I am, I've seen it before," she briefly paused, "when he approaches you, help him but take it easy on him." She advised, her voice filled with a rare vulnerability. "Now, you best collect lover boy there and get him home, otherwise I will." Her words carried a mixture of protectiveness and understanding, a glimpse into the complexities of Pruitt's world.

With a final nod, I stepped towards Pruitt, my footsteps echoing off the concrete pavement. As I drew closer, I could see the turmoil etched in his feature, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders.

"Pruitt," I began softly, he barely noticed, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "hey Prue, let's get you home." His head whipped around, eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and exhaustion.

In the dimly lit hallway, Detective McQueen's words echoed in my mind, Suzanna handed me her card, a flicker of determination glinting in her eyes, "If you need anything, give me a call," she said, her voice firm yet laced with a hint of concern.

We exchanged nods, grateful for her assistance in our mission that grew more complex with each passing moment. As we made our way back to Hitomi's mini, the weight of the day settled heavily on my shoulders.

Pruitt remained deep in thought, his usually bright eyes clouded with a mix of confusion and resolve. I helped him into the passenger seat, his movements slow and deliberate, like a man burdened with secrets to heavy to bear alone.

Sliding into the driver's seat, I fumbled for the keys in my purse, the jingle of metal against metal a stark contrast to the heavy silence that enveloped us. Pruitt's hand on my leg brought me out of my reverie, his touch gentle yet urgent. "When you look at me, Rae, what do you see?" he asked, his voice soft but carrying a weight of its own.

I took a moment to study him, on his face the evidence of a lifetime of experiences, some too painful to bear. "The first time I met you, Pruitt, from behind, I mistakenly thought you were a girl," I admitted, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips despite the gravity of our situation.

Pruitt nodded, his expression contemplative, "and now, after everything that has happened?" he pressed, his eyes searching mine for answers that he might not fully comprehend.

"I see my friend in turmoil, struggling with betrayal and maybe his identity," I replied, my words laden with unspoken understanding and unbreakable loyalty. Pruitt's silence spoke volumes, his inner turmoil a tempest raging beneath a calm exterior.

The engine hummed to life, the unfamiliar purr a comforting backdrop to the weight of our shared burden.

Shifting the mini into gear, the car jerked forward as we excited the parking lot onto streets that led us to Pruitt's childhood home. I could sense his quiet demeanour shifting as recognition dawned on his face, his eyes lighting up with memories long forgotten.

As we neared his neighborhood, Pruitt's voice broke the silence, "There's a drugstore just round the corner. Do you think we can stop?" his tone held a sense of nostalgia, "my mum would take me every Saturday for choc malts." Hinting at a hidden story behind those innocuous words.

I obliged, turning the wheel towards the quaint drugstore with the faded neon sign, what fresh adventure had he up his sleeve now. The bell above the door tinkled as we entered, a rush of scents and sounds enveloping us.