The Rise of Rachel Price T-Girl Pt. 24

Chapter: A Legacy of desires

Venice far exceeded Rachel's anticipation. She had always wanted to visit because, as a child, she remembered watching her father play the original version of Tomb Raider set in Venice. It was one of her few memories of him before he left. Denver used to sit next to him, watching him play in this fantastical place--a world of buildings, bridges, and water. They would talk while Lara Croft jumped, twisted, climbed, and explored. Years later, Denver had found the game and played it himself. The abandoned opera house seemed familiar to him, as if he had been there before, now returning to a house from his youth. Playing the game had created a strange connection with his past, as if his father was somehow playing alongside him, exploring together. Now older, she knew that Venice was a real place. However, curiosity hadn't prepared Rachel for the dramatic reality of the city. The city boasted grandeur like a picture postcard, but what made it real was the decay. Everything was cracked, crumbling, and worn, and if it hadn't been repaired ten times, it was likely a fake. Weeds grew at odd angles from remote brickwork. The main buildings faced the river, showcasing an architecture of breathtaking style and debauchery. Nothing escaped ornate carvings. The entire place exuded an air of feral Italian neglect, but neglect with style, Rachel thought to herself.

The city was naturally teeming with tourists, far outnumbering the local population. As a result, Rachel found herself observing the city, distinguishing between the authentic and the tourist attractions. She was clocking the city. Levant had taken her to enormous and elaborate art galleries, and grand cathedrals, but to her utmost disappointment, there were no abandoned opera houses.

Lucy had reserved an entire floor of a hotel called Ca' Sagredo for Levant's party. It overlooked an amazing canal. It was a hotel that Levant didn't own but, considering Rachel's delight, he was now exploring the possibility of purchasing. Rachel had decided to adopt Lucy's strategy of being less distant. Unfortunately, her ongoing attempts to be the perfect girlfriend only backfired and seemed to make him happier. To make matters worse, the Italian women were very attractive and showed interest in him. The more Rachel tried to please him, the more he would return smelling of other women. The contract they had agreed upon was clear: both parties were allowed discreetly to have lovers. Rachel had insisted on this arrangement so she could still see Charlie. One evening, as Rachel was walking to her room, she noticed Levant entering with a woman who was about the same size as her.

"Come on, Cinnamon," he had said, patting the woman's backside as they entered their suite together.

Rachel had, for a minute, felt outraged. She had started walking down the corridor, willing to go in on them. Half way she stopped and, realising this was a good thing, and turned around. Her therapist would have a huge conversation about those three seconds.

Despite this, Rachel persisted. Rachel held hands with Levant at every opportunity, kissed him, and tried to be helpful. Instead of growing tired of her, Levant showered her with even more gifts. Rachel began to contemplate the unthinkable.

Perhaps a hand-job might be enough, she wondered. It didn't seem that bad any more, and Levant had a nice large cock, the sort you could use both hands on. Meanwhile, Lucy clearly still hated Rachel. It was difficult to be around someone who both loathed her and feared her at the same time. Rachel never knew what to do or say.

Rachel wondered about bringing up the threesome idea with Levant and Charlie. It seemed like the least revolting idea. The only problem was that in the contract, once Rachel had penetrative sex with Levant then it was never to be taken off the table. After mutual intercourse, they would be exclusive, meaning no Charlie for Rachel either.

The day after their arrival, the Italian press announced a shocking election that caught everyone by surprise. The Italian prime minister's popularity was declining, prompting an earlier-than-expected election in an attempt to rectify the situation. Levant, true to form, followed the election as if it were a football match. The odds were in favor of the socialist parties, while the Republican-party lead by Giulia Moretti seemed poised to lose. The Republicans were plagued by incompetence, corruption, nepotism, and cronyism, leaving the public clearly disillusioned with them. Using Venice as his base for his European operations, Levant travelled around extensively. Many people came for meetings at the hotel, with Volk being the most frequent visitor. Rachel diligently took notes about Levant's dealings and stored them in an encrypted space on her phone, along with her passwords.

Between shopping trips, trawling book shops and museum visits, she dedicated herself to the process of being a better girlfriend. Knowing she would miss the first term of college, she wanted to make the best of her time. The plan was to become more accessible to Levant and eventually make him tired of her, then leave on good terms. This meant embodying the ultimate girlfriend experience. Strangely, Rachel felt happy. Regular calls and texts home reassured her that her grandpa would soon be out of the hospital and back home. Her mom talked about nothing else. There was a strong sense of being on the final side mission before the grand boss fight in every video game.

One afternoon after lunch Rachel entered the master bedroom with a sense of purpose. Levant was away for the day. Rather than logging on to Steam, she produced a couple more women's magazines, including Italian Vogue. She put them next to a mirror and some new eye shadow pallets. She had been somewhat offended by Lucy's comments about her ability to do nothing but conform to prescribed looks. Her project now was to try out new styles. She was determined to be more than just a canvas for makeup. Although she couldn't understand the Italian magazines, pictures of faces were a universal language. Rachel had decided that Italian women looked fantastic. She was going to play around with the makeup, and experiment with a few new looks. Browns seemed to be in trend. In the worst case, after Levant, perhaps she could pursue a career as a makeup artist or something.

Magazines in hand, Rachel switched on the bed room lights. The large room had a low wooden ceiling with thick, heavily decorated beams supporting it. There was something rich and civilized about sleeping in a room that had existed before her entire country was founded. Italian style was tough to define but very easy to enjoy. She noticed Peter sitting on the large double bed, leaning back against the patterned silk pillows.

"Oh," Rachel exclaimed upon seeing Peter on the bed. "Sorry, that's a bit of a shock. What are you up to, Peter? Why are you on my bed?"

Peter had been accompanying Rachel for most of the tour. He would take her to the gym every other day, but besides that, he just hung around. He followed her when Rachel visited museums and galleries alone, he was invisible, silent yet inseparable. She called him her second shadow.

Peter smiled. "Well, it's Tuesday, and I'm here with Charlie's compliments," he said, sitting up. He was wearing his suit, which, given his bodybuilder physique, made him look incredibly handsome. Peter proudly showed off his six-pack stomach at the slightest hint of an opportunity in the gym. An operation had removed his breasts, and vivid exercise did the rest. As a woman he had been in the Marine Corps in combat roles. Then he dropped out to get the money to gain his transformative goal. He had a solid face which was vaguely twinned with Hunter's. He could be quite demanding, egotistical, arrogant, and above all, competitive to a fault.

Rachel put the magazines down in front of the makeup mirror.

"Charlie's compliments?" she repeated.

"Charlie sent me with her blessing. Yes, well, I was slightly shocked when I heard what you two were up to, but then Charlie explained that you were like a mirrored version of myself. I must admit, I became quite fascinated by the idea," Peter explained. He took out his gun from its shoulder holster and placed it by the bed. Rachel felt confused.

He continued, "Surely, in all this time we have worked together, you're seriously telling me you haven't had a single thought about something between us?"

Rachel moved closer to the bed, pondering if she had ever experienced such thoughts. She knew that underneath it all, he still had...... female parts, but you would never clock him in a million years.

Peter reached out from the bed and pulled Rachel down.

"Peter," Rachel said.

Peter looked directly into Rachel's eyes. "I'm surprised he lets anyone touch you. If you were my woman, I wouldn't share you with anyone else. Not even Charlie."

Rachel tried to free herself from Peter's grasp, but he overpowered her and pushed her onto the bed. Due to her diet and hormone replacement therapy (HRT), Rachel had felt herself becoming weaker. Meanwhile, Peter spent his days pumping iron in the gym and consuming buckets of testosterone, making it easy for him to overpower her in a wrestling match.

"Come on, seriously, what's the difference between me and Charlie?" Peter asked. Rachel continued to struggle, but Peter had the weight advantage over her. "You keep talking about going back to being Denver. So be a man, then. You have a woman offering herself to you, take her. What would a man do? Be a man."

"Peter, get off me," Rachel said. "And I won't tell Levant."

"See, that's the kind of thing a woman would say. Look at you. You're saving yourself for him. You talk about how awful this is, but I think you secretly like it. Those lips," Peter said. "They were meant for something more than Botox injections." Then he leaned forward and kissed Rachel fully on the lips.

"Peter!" Rachel exclaimed. She knew she was screwed up.

"Come on, seriously," Peter said. "You're bored, I'm bored, and we both know that Charlie is in New York with her real boyfriend. She's probably fucking him senseless as we speak. You have no chastity to break. I know the rules. I'm just talking about some fun. Here, now, the two of us."

Peter pushed Rachel's arms back above her head on the silk pillow and Rachel found herself not resisting too hard.

"OK," said Rachel on a whim, "but... but no one knows and... and I get to call you Hunter."

Peter kissed her again and lent forward "well I'm in" he said kissing her.

Peter undid his tie from his shirt collar. Then he returned to kissing Rachel on the lips and then the neck. While he did that he began reaching down and started pulling Rachel's short skirt up and tights down. Rachel heard her tights rip under Peter's ferocious pull. She ran her hands through Peter's short hair. She started to breathe more heavily.

While skill kissing her neck and her ear lobs Peter began pulling Rachel's gaff down her legs. While he did, Rachel reach down and began undoing Peter's belt and then trousers. Peter threw off his shirt in one motion. Rachel pulled his trousers down then was faced with a small fake pair of balls and a plastic pecker. Peter reached down and pulled it out to reveal his warm cunt.

"You are so fucking gorgeous" he said to Rachel, getting back to kissing her.

He reached out to the night table next to the bed. Then came back and put his fingers in to Rachel's mouth. Instinctively Rachel began licking them. Peter's fingers tasted of metal, slightly disgusting like medicine, perhaps it was the gun he had been holding. He turned to Rachel's dress pulling it up revealing her bare flat stomach and breasts.

"I so love your body," Peter said. "I see it every day and it is so cruel know it has not had a man's touch, you are a virgin goddess who needs more than to be worshipped."

Rachel couldn't stop but take a look at what Peter had between his legs. He stood there for a moment his slit hot and moist above her.

"Hunter!" Rachel said.

He reached down and began massaging Rachel's dick. Under Peter's touch, the blood surged. Soon Peter was able to slip a condom over Rachel's junk.

"I love your clit it's just my style" he said smiling Rachel's dick in his hands.. Rachel didn't say anything back but took a deep breath. Peter got to work on Rachel's member.

"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you so hard" Peter said.

He reached down and began licking her nipples. They were very delicate and every kiss and lick stung to her very soul. He pulled his head up and rolled Rachel's nipples around between two fingers and she moaned like a mermaid.

Rachel was still on her back and Peter now put one leg over to be astride over Rachel's legs. Peter was still rubbing Rachel's dick and suddenly had come precum to act as lubricant.

"Oh Yes!" Peter said. "Your horney for me bitch arnt' you? Moan for me. "

Rachel followed Peter's thigh with her hand and began to run a finger around Peter's clit. While this happened Rachel followed Peter's order and moaned delightfully.

Peter grabbed Rachel's other hand and kept it high over her head on the silk pillow. His body pressed down on hers. There was no doubt who was driving this show.

"Tell me!" Peter said "Tell me you want me!"

Rachel got the message "I want you Hunter." She said.

Peter leant down and had his face next to Rachel's. She could feel his stubble touching her face.

"Say you want me in you. Say you want me to fuck you, deep in you hard." Peter insisted.

Rachel took a breath. Normally with Charlie at this point her dick would still be soft here it was solid like steel. Peter was guiding Rachel's dick inside him self.

"Fuck me Hunter." Rachel said. "I want you in me."

Suddenly Rachel felt Peter's hole slide down over him. Peter felt quite tight. She started to run her thumb round Peter's clit. Rachel lent back and closed her eyes. They were connected, and it was hard to know who had which organs. Was she going in him or he going in her?

Peter ran his hand through Rachel's hair "Can you feel how hard I want to fuck you" he said "I'm going to fill you with my cum."

Rachel kept working Peter's cunt making small rapid circles around his clit with her thumb. Rachel just felt Peter thrusting into her. She was close to coming. She moaned appreciatively again.

"Harder Hunter." she said, speeding up her own thumb.

Peter, who could practically do a hundred squats was capable of speeding up his plunging motion on Rachel. Her heart began to drum on her chest.

"Your mine, you so mine" Peter said.

The pressure in Rachel's core built. "Oh Fuck Hunter." she said, starting to cum. Rachel came hard, arching her back in pleasure. She felt the cum filling the condom. It felt like the old days with Charlie.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel me deep in you." Peter said "Oh shit that's good. Now it's your turn."

Peter slowed down his movements and Rachel felt Peter tighten around him. Rachel could feel both of them grab Peter's clit.

"Yes...Yes," Peter said, shuddering as he came.

Rachel let out an appreciative moan.

Peter landed next to Rachel on the bed, "Next, I'm going to fuck you from behind" he reached round and put his hand around Rachel's warm moist cock. Rachel still had a hard erection on. This wasn't normal anymore. With Charlie It was a struggle normally to stay hard after the first feeble squirt. Rachel wondered if she had always been capable of this and just needed the right man to turn her on.

Peter roughly pushed Rachel over on to her stomach. His toned body was strong and he could push her into any position he liked. He pulled her down the bed and Rachel's legs were over the edge of the mahogany bed frame.

"Some slut likes the sound of that." Peter said squeezing Rachel's piece tight. "Tell me your hot."

"I'm hot" said Rachel. This felt bad, very bad but in an exquisitely hot way.

Rachel let out a whine. She was surprised that she was still that hard. Normally with Charlie Rachel's dick would struggle to be hard long enough to finish the act. Sometimes it would go off half cocked to mutual disappointment. Starting another session was new. Peter put his strong finger near her rear hole and another hand near Rachel's dick.

Rachel was suddenly unsure about herself. She felt highly ashamed. She continued to have an erection while Peter wrapped himself around her. She could feel his breath on her neck playing like static electricity on the skin behind her ear.

"You like that don't you?" Peter said, continuing to massage her rear hole.

"Stop, just stop" Rachel demanded.

She found herself asking if she was actually gay. She kept picturing Hunter when her eyes were closed. Perhaps Dr Cooper was actually right. Perhaps she secretly wanted Levant or possibly Hunter. Then she thought of Samantha. Samantha had a nice smile. Peter continued to hold onto Rachel's dick. Not sure of anything anymore she cupped her hand around Peter's warm fanny. Peter finger fucked Rachel from behind. His muscular finger exercising her sensitive tight rear cunt.

Soon Rachel could feel a second orgasm growing.

"Oh fuck" she panted out between heavy breaths. All the time they had spent together, him touching her as respectfully had just tightened the spring and this was it all coming out.

She wanted to cum so desperately. She wanted to show her appreciation of his his efforts.

She could smell his aftershave on her shoulder and she was driven wild by the image of his taught muscular stomach thrusting into her. After a minute of Peter's throbbing and unstoppable assault she came a second time.

"Fuck" the words burst out like a dam breaking in winter.

After a few minutes, Peter reached out and grabbed his plastic dick and pushed it back into place. They lay together in each other's arms. Rachel's mind flooded with panic and postcoital bliss. Dr Cooper would have a huge firework show about this and he would be right. Perhaps he was right, perhaps it wasn't the HRT. Rachel's dick and ass felt hot. Rachel was still stiff her heart still pounding. Perhaps she had just been brainwashed by society. Perhaps she had got lucky and avoided a missable life as a hopeless incel. Perhaps she should switch to being Rachel, it would kill her mother, her grandfather and family would never forgive her. Perhaps that was the brain-washing talking. Other fems came out, they lived. A snow storm of ideas engulfed her exhausted mind.

Rachel blanked out for a minute. She woke up found Peter out of bed putting his trousers on.

"You were good," Peter said. He felt Rachel's stiff member still solid with excitement and kissed her ear "Give me a minute, and we can go again".

You could hear the chime of a church bell in the distance.

"I could go back to my room, pull out my life sized dildo, and harness and be back in a minute. We could do this properly?" He suggested.

Rachel licked her lips.

Rachel found herself agreeing with Lucy about herself. She was an awful person. Had she finally clocked herself? She didn't know how she felt or, indeed how she should feel. Peter went over to a beautifully ornate cabinet which hid the drinks. He poured himself some of Levant's whiskey and then went and sat next to the bed where Rachel was laying. Peter looked over. Rachel was still stiff.

"Yeah" Rachel found herself saying, "you do that. You do what you want to me. Just don't stop."

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Chapter Election night

Weeks after the first encounter with Peter It was election night. Levant had decided to stay up and watch the election results again in the hotel. He had followed the election passionately, tracking every move in the polls. Tonight, the atmosphere in the hotel was electric.