Revenge

By Waldo

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This story, like all of my stories, is intended for adults with Open minds who like stories that contain sex scenes and Other topics that are not intended for children or prudes.

Chapter 1 - True love

Two widely disparate classes of people populated the France of 1753: the rich and the poor. If you weren't one of the rich people, you had no rights. If you were rich, you were the one people with any rights.

Eric LeBlanc had been born into a semi-rich family twenty years earlier. His father owned a three thousand acre farm on the coast of France. And that's why the LeBlanc's were semi-rich. Most of the farm was used to raise food crops but that land usage barely earned enough money each year to break even. What little money they had came from Importers using a small wharf they owned on the river passing through their property. They earned most of their money by allowing mid-sized ocean ships temporary safe harbor to unload their cargoes.

Although they lived in a very nice house on a hill with a good view overlooking the river and the nearby ocean coastline and had servants to take care of most of their needs, the prosperous life wasn't perfect for the LeBlancs. Eric's mother had died giving birth to him twenty years earlier and his father had subsequently spent most of the time since her death living a mostly drunken life. The father had always blamed Eric's birth for the loss of his beloved wife and had never developed a good father/son relationship with the young man.

Because there had always been major difficulties in their personal relationships, Eric had learned to hate his father at an early age and yearned for the day when he could eventually leave home to seek his fortune and prove his manhood in Paris. If it hadn't been for Eric's best friend, Jon Trebeau, Eric would have left the family estate as soon as he had turned sixteen four years earlier. But Jon’s common sense had frequently talked Eric out of running away and convinced the young impressionable boy to bide his time until a more favorable opportunity came alone.

Like Eric, Jon's family was also considered to be a reasonably rich family simply because they owned a large seven thousand farm which adjoined Eric's farm. Only Jon's family farm didn't have a nice river flowing through it and Jon's farm was separated from the ocean by Eric's farm. So Jon's limited family income came from the crops raised on the farm.

There was another major reason that Eric hadn't bolted from the farm during one of his frequent arguments with his father. The reason's name was Tricia Mountjoy and she lived on another large estate also adjoining Jon's family estate. While her parents also earned a large part of their yearly income from farm crops grown upon their farm, the major part of their income was created by her father's small line of ocean-going vessels, which imported freight into France. Her father was one of Eric's father's best customers at the wharf on Eric's land.

The three young adults were all with a few months of being the same age and had grown up knowing each other all of their lives. For the first twelve or so years of their respective lives, it had been Eric and Jon who were best friends who were constantly together and they had only included Tricia in their friendship during church on Sundays. But when the two boys had started turning into gangly teenagers and began discovering that there was more to life than playing marbles behind the school building, they suddenly developed an interest in spending as much time as possible with the blossoming Tricia.

For the first several years of their new best-buddy threesome-type relationship, Eric had frequently sensed that Tricia possibly liked Jon more than she liked him and had prepared himself for someday being the best man to Jon at his wedding to Tricia. But shortly after the then-sixteen-year-old Eric's first major argument with his father when he almost ran away from home, she started taking more interest in Eric. Suddenly Eric sensed that he would be the one who would someday be lucky enough to eventually marry Tricia, which caused a ray of hope to come into his life. It was the strong case of his puppy love with Tricia as well as Jon's encouragement to not leave home that kept Eric from running away from home because of his father's frequent drunken tirades.

It was no wonder that Eric fell in love with Tricia. Not only was she extremely smart but also she was extremely beautiful with raven- dark hair, a cute dimple on her chin and a slender body with an unbelievable tiny waist. He knew that her fashionable waist was so small that he suspected that he could almost encircle her waist with his hands. He suspected that but had never confirmed it because she was a Lady and certainly any proper Lady wouldn't allow him to be that personal with her body.

The first time that Eric had seen Tricia wearing a tight-fitting ball gown and looking like a grown woman at a party celebrating her sixteenth birthday, he knew that he had to someday marry her. Her chalky-white face, rose-pink cheeks, apple-red lips and freshly-curled dark hair had transformed her from being a mere girl to being a woman ready to seek her fame within the fabulous glitzy ballrooms of Paris. The tightly clinched girdle that she had been wearing underneath her layers of petticoats and ball gown had also transformed her slender girlish body into a woman's obvious hourglass shaped body. As she had walked across the dance floor toward him, he knew that the image of her hand daintily waving a small fan and the sound of her layers of petticoats rustling underneath her beige gown would never be forgotten by him.

He discovered that same wonderful night as they danced almost every other dance together on the crowded ballroom floor that he was totally in love with her. And more importantly he learned that she now liked him even more than she liked Jon as a potential suitor and that she wanted Eric to court her.

Because he couldn't hurt his best friend who he knew was also interested in Tricia, Eric confessed the next morning to Jon that he intended to court Tricia. Surprising Jon admitted to Eric that he had suspected for a long time that the beautiful raven-haired young woman had really been interested in Eric all along. With his best friend's blessing and assistance, Eric began seriously courting Tricia.

After only a few weeks of being her beau, he was about to approach her father to ask for her hand in marriage when she informed him that there was a codicil in her grandmother's will that would reduce her inheritance if she married anyone before she turned twenty-one. She blushed when she told him that she could remain a virgin for him until then and that it would give him the opportunity to "experience life as a young bachelor in Paris. After all, one of them had to bring some bedroom experience to their forthcoming marriage." She had given him permission to intimately ravish other women while she was going to remain totally faithful (virgin) for him. It was no wonder that he was in love with her. She was perfect in every way imaginable.

She also insisted that they keep their marriage intentions secret from everyone and that both of them should socially see many other people so that her parents wouldn't suspect her real intentions. She confided to him that she strongly suspected that an hated Aunt was trying to claim more of the inheritance due her and that she had to "work around" the restrictive limitations of her grandmother's weird will. Having closely known Tricia all of her life, he knew that she was deeply interested in being "filthy, filthy, filthy, filthy rich" someday so the potential inheritance from her grandmother's will was obviously very important to her. So instead of immediately marrying her, he was "one of many suitors that came to call upon her" which also included Jon. Except that when they were together for the few minutes that she was not closely chaperoned, she occasionally permitted him to kiss her and to hold her within his arms. Even Jon continued to see her socially as a potential suitor just to help them keep their secret from her parents.

It wasn't the type of relationship that Eric wanted to have with Tricia but one that he had to live with until she was ready to make their intentions pubic so he made it work. The occasional few times that he couldn't see Tricia because he had been seeing her too often recently so that her parents were suspicious of his relationship with her, Jon acted as a go-between for the two lovers.

By the time that Eric turned seventeen, he had a plan for his life that Tricia's own goals had suggested to him. His father's health was noticeably going down hill and it would only be a matter of time until his father wouldn't awaken from one of his frequent drunken bouts leaving Eric as the new Master of the farm. At that time, Eric would claim the lovely Tricia as his wife, to hell with her grandmother's will, and the two of them would survive using his estate as the source of their funds. They wouldn't need much money so it would work for them.

Tricia knew about his plans but she didn't agree with the abandonment of her plans for her grandmother's money. While it was obvious that she loved money as much as she confessed to loving him, it was obvious that having lots of money was an important desire in her life.

By the time that Eric turned twenty, it looked like he was about to get his wish about becoming the Master of the Farm. His sick father was obviously going to die within a few months. While the shock of potentially losing another parent caused him anguish, the never-ending dream of him eventually becoming the Master of the estate meant that he could soon claim Tricia as his beautiful bride. The thoughts of that pleasure quickly overrode any pain from thinking about his father's imminent demise.

Then came that fateful evening when Jon came up with a plan where Tricia and Eric could spend a few hours together without being chaperoned.

*****

It was a beautiful plan. Tricia's mother and father were traveling to Paris to attend a party at the American Ambassador's estate and would be gone for about six days. Tricia's longtime Nanny who was going to be her chaperone during that time had a nasty cold and was basically staying in her own small bedroom which adjoined Tricia's larger bedroom. Tricia would add a little extra medication to the chaperone's nightly hot toddy so that the old woman would peacefully sleep soundly while Tricia slipped out of her bedroom to meet Eric in the stables.

That would give the two lovers the unusual opportunity to talk freely without a chaperone listening, as well as the welcomed opportunity to romantically hold each other's hands and to even share a kiss together.

As he paced nervously within the center of the Mountjoy's huge barn while waiting for Tricia to slip out of the house to join him, Eric kept looking in a dirty window at his reflection. He was dressed in his best suit but he wasn't happy with the way that he looked.

Lately, he had been putting on too much weight because he wasn't doing any work on his father’s farm because of a recent argument with his father yet he was eating a lot of food because he felt very nervous about his father’s health. Thus the forty-pounds weight gain over the last six months made the suit looked tight on him and his boyish face was noticeably fuller. He didn't like the way that his face looked because he felt that his face looked too soft and fragile without the added weight making it look even softer. His father's face was a rugged handsome face with a big nose while his own soft face reminded him too much of his mother's more delicate rounded face. To reduce that similarity to his long-dead mother's face, he refused to let his hair grow to the expected lengths for a Gentleman and instead kept his hair closely cropped like the German sailors that occasionally came through his wharf. Not only was the half-inch-long hair easier to keep clean but it also added a rough masculinity to his appearance.

Additionally Eric used other tricks to improve his appearance. He wore boots, which added two inches to his height making him appear slightly taller than Tricia. He also had his suits tailored and cut so that his padded shoulders made his slender chest seem much stronger and larger. While Eric still loved and revered his long-dead mother, he hated how his adult face and body looked more like his mother's slender body than like his father's husky body.

Pacing the floor nervously, Eric recalled a strange comment that Jon had made when they were practicing their swordsmanship earlier in the week.

"Eric, it's obvious that you will never be able to weld a buccaneer's heavy sword so maybe you should practice with a rapier sword in case you are ever challenged to a duel."

Eric's response had been simple.

"If I meet someone on the Field of Honor, it will be with pistols."

Glancing at his slender but getting heavier every day body in the dirty glass, Eric momentarily wished that his slender body were as rugged and strong as Jon's taller and stronger body.

At that moment, his attention was distracted by the easily recognizable sound of multiple petticoats rustling underneath a long full skirt. Turning to face the sound of Tricia's approaching body, he tensed his legs so that he was standing taller and lifted his shoulders so that his body looked more powerful. He wanted to look his manly best for her.

She came running toward him in a lover's impudent rush. A moment later she surprised him with the type of passionate kiss that usually only married people experienced within the privacy of their bedroom. It was only the fifth time in their lives that she had kissed him with anything more than a simple peck on the cheek and he added that delightful kiss to the wonderful memories of the other few kisses that she had given him over the years. After thirty seconds of the wonderful pleasure of her warm lips pressed tightly against his lips, she pulled slightly away from him as she whispered a greeting to him that caused his heart to beat faster.

"I've been wanting to do that to you for months, Eric. I can't wait for the day that I become your wife and can do that to you in our bedroom whenever I feel like it."

He bowed his head slightly toward her smiling red lips, intent upon claiming another kiss. She stopped his approach with a single finger to his lips and a quick promise.

"If we kiss again, I might be tempted to lose my virginity. Tonight. To you."

Her husky words were like a hammer hitting him in the head. There was a sharp warm rush within his groin that was causing him to stare uncontrollably at her pretty face and to silently wish that dishonor upon her just for the pleasure of satisfying the intense burning within his groin. Within the unthinking deep recesses of his mind, he knew that she was probably right and that because he was an honorable man, he could never allow her to put herself in that type of dishonorable situation. So he reluctantly slowly pulled his face back from her face and stood looking at her the way that a timid puppy looks at a larger dog's bone. His father had raised him to be a gentleman so he reluctantly accepted that role, although he greatly wanted to be a virgin-claiming cad at that moment.

His rushed answer didn't reflect his feelings as much as it reflected his lifelong training to be a proper gentleman.

"I would never put you into that situation. I can and will wait for you until our marriage has been blessed."

With a quick smile that signaled "Thank you" to him, she moved across the hay covered barn floor toward a nearby chair as he took the chair across from her. For over two hours they sat and talked to each other never coming closer than where the chairs were placed. Her laughing voice frequently bounced off of the barn's rafters as they gleefully discussed their future life together as man and wife. He could tell that she was in a very happy mode and it made him happier, even though he was pained because he couldn't touch her the way that he desired to touch her. He knew that if he even did something as simple as to hold her hand that he would be violating the promise that he had just made to her so he behaved like a gentleman.

Too soon the two hours of delightful chitchat had passed and she shyly batted her long dark eyelashes as she regretfully informed him that she had to return to her bedroom before her sleeping chaperone awakened and wandered into her bedroom to check upon her. When she stood and closed her eyes as her pursed lips offered him the opportunity for another quick kiss, he couldn't believe his good fortune in being allowed to kiss her twice in one night.

He placed his hands behind his back and tightly clinched his fingers so that he wouldn't be tempted to put his hands around her waist to hold her wonderful body tightly against his warm body. He craned his neck forward so that only their lips would meet although he wanted their bodies to rub slightly together. As their lips touched, he felt her lips part slightly and then the tantalizing sensation of her warm tongue pressing firmly against his surprised lips. The unexpected feel of the tip of her soft tongue gliding in between his yielding lips and into his mouth stunned him so that he momentarily forgot about his promise as he foolishly wrapped his arms around her slender waist. As his hands went around her back to hold her as if she were his longtime lover, he felt her pulling away from him and her tongue leaving a hungry emptiness within his mouth.

As she firmly pulled away from his grasp, there was a not-often seen sarcastic smile upon her pretty face. The last time that he had seen that type of smile on her lips had been when she was nine years old and had just gotten her way with her father by throwing a childish tantrum. It was the type of "I've got you now" smile.

"My darling Eric, I can feel the weakness within your body caused by your desire for me. I feel the same desire for you and that is why I must leave you now. Promise me that you won't tell anyone that you were here tonight. I can't risk my parents finding out somehow that I disobeyed their instructions and slipped out to see you tonight."

"Yes. I promise."

As quickly as the wonderful promise came from his ruby-red lips, she moved again like a snake striking its prey. Her lips attacked his lips this time with a fierce passion as she pressed her lips hard against his lips and plunged her tongue once again probing deep within his mouth. This time, he felt his tongue rise to meet her probing tongue and commence to duel with her tongue within his mouth; using the techniques of parry, thrust, strike, hold and other techniques that he had been learning in his Sword classes with Jon as their tongues met within his mouth. To him, time stood still as her aggressive tongue claimed ownership of his mouth and challenged his tongue to a duel. But it wasn't a duel to the death but a duel to the life that they both obviously wanted to share with each other.

It was the longest twenty seconds of Eric's life and also the shortest twenty seconds of his life. Then her probing tongue pulled back into her mouth and her lips closed firmly to stop his tongue, which had chased after her tongue but had been stopped by her firmly closed lips. As she slightly stepped backwards from him to put a little distance between their obvious eager and now excited bodies, she whispered while she acted like she were sharing a secret with him.

"They call that type of kiss a French Kiss. I heard one of the maids telling the cook about how great a kisser her boyfriend was. Did you like it? Am I a great kisser?"

He discovered that his tongue didn't want to move now that the burning kiss between their lips was broken. His thick tongue seemed hungry and swollen; feeling almost the same way that his engorged burning groin felt at that moment. He nodded his head and felt a warm rush churning within his body as she accepted his silent acknowledgment with a reply that caused additional hunger to shake his body.

"Good, because I liked it too, Eric. I promise you that the first night that we finally share a bed together that I will do everything that I can do to make you happy that you are my man forever. When I am your wife, I will even let you.... put your male thing into my mouth for a few seconds if you want me to do that very personal favor for you. I understand from the cook, who is supposedly very experienced with men, that most men like for their women to do that special type of kiss to them."

The warm rush was now spreading through every inch of Eric's body. He felt that his face was beet red and that his ears were going to explode as the mental image of her opening her mouth to let him put his cock into her mouth filled his brain with hundreds of instant daydreams that overloaded his ability to think of anything else. At that moment, Eric could have died and wouldn't have cared. He had just achieved what was to him the pinnacle of his life. The woman that he loved had kissed him three different times in that one night, had teased him with her tongue stuck into his mouth and then had made him a promise that he couldn't believe. A promise to do something to his male member that usually only a wife would do to her husband years after they were married.

As she slowly walked away from him toward the door that would take her back to her house, he could feel a deep pounding within his head, as he stood motionless watching her leave. It was an intense pounding within his temples that he knew that he had to quickly find relief for or he would surely die from burst blood vessels. As soon as she was out of the barn and headed back toward the house so that he was all alone in the barn, he pulled down his trousers and grabbed the hot weapon sticking out prominently from his groin. Never had he had ever felt it so hard and ready for action. As his hand wrapped around his male pride and joy, his mind was already recalling the wonderful pleasures of her warm lips against his hungry lips and her teasing tongue deep within his mouth. To that mental pleasure, he added the wonderful fantasy of what it would be like to have her live up to her promise to use her mouth upon his cock to.....

Chapter 2 - But I’m innocent

He didn't remember the long journey home. After he had finished giving himself some instant relief in the barn, he had spent several minutes laying on a big pile of hay and creating further daydreams of making love to her. Then hearing a slight noise outside the barn, which shook him awake from his daydreams, he had been stunned by the realization of what it would look like if he were caught in her barn with his trousers down around his ankles and his right hand coated with fresh creamy jism. Pulling his trousers back up around his waist, he rushed out of the barn and ran to the nearby wooded area where he had left his horse.

An hour later, he was home again and able to relax within the privacy of his small bedroom. As soon as he was naked, he allowed himself the luxury of grabbing himself again and recalling every second of the last few hours. Just thinking about her promise to someday wrap her warm lips around his cock was enough to get him rock hard again. While it was his mind recalling the never-to- be-forgotten sensations of her warm lips pressing against his lips and her probing tongue within his mouth, it was his hand tightly grasping his cock. Within his mind, his dreams had Tricia dropping to her knees on the barn floor and it was her hand that was playing with his cock. Then it was her hand guiding his cock into her mouth. Then.....

The shudder of his body exploding once again caused Eric to snap back to reality. As his cock shot a load of hot jism onto his chest, he knew that he couldn't wait much longer to claim his bride. He needed a woman soon and only the beautiful Tricia was going to be his woman.

******

"Eric, I have to see you."

The sound of his father's loud voice coming through the bedroom door awakened him. Glancing at the window, he saw that the sunlight was already far across the floor so it was late in the morning. Jumping to his feet, he tugged on his nightgown as he answered his father's unexpected announcement.

"Coming, Father."

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see the Sheriff standing in front of his father.

"Eric LeBlanc, I arrest you for the murder of one of Mister Mountjoy's stable hands. You were seen sneaking into the barn last night and then seen running across a field to return to where you had hidden your horse. I examined the area where the horse had been tied and found horseshoe prints that match your horse's shoes. I also discovered the bloody dagger that killed the stableman tucked into your saddlebags in your barn."

******

The two weeks after the arrest and prior to his trial were the worst two weeks of Eric's life. She couldn't come to the courthouse because her parents were back in town but she sent word through Jon that she loved him and would testify at his trial if necessary.

He knew that she was his only alibi but it was one that he couldn't invoke because of his promises to her. However her promise to testify in his behalf if it was necessary fueled his resolve to keep her out of the trial until absolutely mandatory.

The evidence against him was that a maid going home for the evening had seen him sneaking through the fields and headed toward the Mountjoy barn. A farmer had seen him running back across the field a few hours later and then ride away on his horse. About an hour after he left the barn, another stableman had gone to the barn and found the body in one of the stalls. The Sheriff had come immediately to investigate the crime and by daybreak had a suspect based upon the witnesses' identification of him. When the Sheriff went to Eric's home and checked the horse and saddlebags first subsequently finding the dagger, the Sheriff knew that Eric was the murderer.

Repeated questioning by the Sheriff had resulted in the charges being pressed against Eric as well as providing additional evidence against him. Yes, it was his horse. Yes, his horse had been at the Mountjoy Farm. Yes, it was an old dagger of his that had been found in the saddlebags. No, he hadn't seen the dagger in weeks and didn't know where it was. No, he hadn't stabbed the stableman nor had he hidden the bloody dagger in the saddlebags. No, he couldn't explain why he had been at the Mountjoy farm late at night. Yes, he had been in the barn that night. No, he couldn't prove that he didn't kill the man. No, he had no witnesses to prove that he didn't do it. No, he couldn't explain why he had been in the barn. And No for the millionth time, he had no witnesses to prove his innocence.

There was only one thing that kept him sane as he waited on the trial. Jon spent many hours everyday with Eric and discussed a strategy to protect Tricia's reputation. Although Jon knew the truth as to what Eric had been doing in the barn with Tricia, Jon's plan was that the Sheriff had a weak case. They would sit through the trial and Eric would obviously be found not guilty. After all, the people on the jury had known Eric all of his life and knew that he couldn't kill anyone so they would have to find him innocent. If he were somehow found guilty, then Tricia would request to speak to the judge in private after the trial. Within the judge's private chambers, she would explain the real story and request that the judge keep her secret. Knowing the truth, the judge would have to turn Eric free then.

It was a foolproof plan, so said Jon.

And a fool named Eric LeBlanc believed him.

******

"Eric LeBlanc, it is my duty as Judge to announce that you have been found guilty of murder. You are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment."

Turning quickly to look at the small group of courtroom attendees, Eric stared at a somber Tricia who was quietly sitting between her parents in the courtroom. Like her mother, she was wearing dark clothes and her face was covered with a dark veil to honor the dead longtime stableman. A dark-gloved hand came up to her lips holding a silk handkerchief and a solitary finger held in front of her lips momentary signaled "Silence" to him as she unblinkingly stared through the veil at him. Only that finger across her lips kept Eric from leaping to his feet to demand justice.

Only the thoughts of what Jon had whispered to him that morning kept Eric from loudly screaming, "HELP". Jon had privately told Eric how Tricia would defend Eric if the verdict somehow came back as guilty.

"If they find you guilty, she has hired a lawyer who will ask for a re-trail at the prison. If she testifies here to this judge, her parents will know that she disobeyed them and they will disinherit her. But if she testifies away from here to a different judge, her parents will never find out about her betrayal of their trust. If you have to go to jail, she'll have you out in a month or less. Don't worry, it's all arranged, my friend."

Jon's earlier words combined with the momentary silent command that she just gave him caused his brain to once again lock up so that he wasn't thinking. Just as he didn't resist when she stopped him from touching her body within the barn, so did he not resist as the Sheriff began leading him away from the courtroom.

The restraints on his wrists wouldn't be there long. He would be transported to prison and freed by the lawyer that Tricia would send to him. He wasn't worried. Tricia and Jon were looking out for him and would take care of him.

******

Each day, he made a small scratch mark on the stonewall of his prison cell to keep track of the time spent within the prison. After all, nothing changed in his routine so there was no way to know how much time had passed since his incarceration. Every morning, the cell door would be opened for a moment and he would be given the opportunity to give the trustee his full dirty pee-pot and empty food bowl. The trustee would dump the body waste into a nearby through and refill the food bowl with the day's rations. Then the door would click shut and Eric would be alone for another twenty- four hours in his cold dark cell.

He felt reasonably good about his situation because of Tricia's promise to him until he had to draw the thirtieth mark on the wall. He had been a prisoner for exactly one month and he hadn't seen the lawyer that she had promised yet. By the time that a few more days had passed so that he had drawn sixty marks on the wall, he knew that something was drastically wrong but wasn't sure what was wrong. When he added the one hundred and twentieth mark to document that he had been in the cell for four months, he knew what was wrong.

It was now obvious to him that he had been totally forgotten by her. He had finally reasoned that if his beloved Tricia hadn't done anything to try to free him from his false imprisonment by now that she probably wasn't going to ever do anything to help liberate him. Now that he was looking at the situation from a very different perspective, he had determined that she was going to let him spend the rest of his life in a filthy dark prison for a hideous crime that he didn't commit just so that she could safely get her inheritance. Money meant more to her than his health and well- being.

But more importantly than his slow realization that she wasn't going to free him from his unjust prison sentence, he had come to another obvious conclusion that pained him even more. She didn't really love him.

For two more months after that initial realization about his future and relationship, he flip-flopped almost every minute as to what he believed. He would remember her sweet kisses in the barn and her promises to him as well as her silent request within the courtroom for his absolute silence. The dreamer side of him would pretend that she was going to obtain his freedom any day. The practical side of him would say that she was going to let him rot behind bars for a murder that she knew that he didn't commit because he was secretly with her. Each minute as he sat on the cold stone floor thinking about his situation, his mind would flip-flop from thinking optimistically about his future to thinking very pessimistic about the reality of his current situation.

Each day, a little more of the dreamer side of him died and the practical pessimistic side of his personality became stronger. By the time that he was within the prison's cold stone walls so that there were three hundred and sixty-five scratches on the wall to mark one year of imprisonment, he knew that he had been betrayed by her as well as by his best friend, Jon. Everything made sense now, except as to why they did it to him.

He wasn't the same naive young man who had been pushed through the cell door by a rough jailor's boot a year earlier. His once-nattily appearance had changed so that the once-expensive suit of clothes that he had on when he was thrown into jail were now nothing but rags from the constant daily wearing. There was never enough food in his daily food bowl so he had lost all of the weight that he had gained prior to his incarceration. His once closely cropped hair was now a tangled mass of thick matted hair that almost touched his shoulders. His once neatly filed fingernails were now gnawed short by his nervous habit of biting his fingernails to relive his tension. His once tanned skin was now pasty-white from a year of living in darkness most of the time. A year of prison squalor and being unable to cleanse himself by bathing had turned him into a dirty smelly ragamuffin. His once- happy smile was now a constant frown. He was now a man who knew that freedom was priceless and that nothing mattered except that he had to escape somehow.

******

It was a little over another two years before anything happened that presented an opportunity to him. There were just a few over thirteen hundred scratches on the wall. Every day, he had spent part of the time recounting the scratches just to make sure that he knew exactly how many marks were on the wall. Most of the time his cell was in almost total darkness because there was only a small hole that allowed a little illumination from the lanterns in the outside hallway. The door opened during the middle of the day and a jailer stuck his head into the cell to yell at the prisoner.

"You, come with me. I need this cell for a hardened criminal that just arrived. You're going to share a cell with someone else until we figure out what to do with you or you finally die."

It was a strange feeling. Eric didn't want to come out of the cell that had been his only home for the last three years. But when the jailer raised his whip to give some encouragement, Eric stumbled toward the door. Out in the relative bright light of the hallway as they walked by a small tub of reflective water, Eric was able to see his reflection for the first time in three years.

He knew that his once fine suit of clothes was now nothing but dirty rags after three years of constant wear. He knew that he had lost weight because of the substandard rations given to him every day. He knew that his once closely shorn head was now covered with a thick layer of dark matted hair that hung down several inches upon his back. While his head was covered with hair, his face was relatively smooth because of his inability to grow a beard. He knew that his face and body was dirty from three years of being unable to bathe.

But he didn't recognize the gaunt dirty face staring back at him in the water's reflection. He wanted to stop and to stare at the face that he hadn't seen in three years but the jailer's whip handle was shoved into the small of his back which convinced him to keep moving.

A couple of minutes later, he was roughly pushed into another cell. There was a small amount of daylight coming into the cell from somewhere high so this cell wasn't as dark as his previous quarters. However, half of the larger cell had dark shadows. As the loud clank of the solid door closing echoed off the walls of his new home, a happy excited male voice came from the dark shadows.

"There must be a God after all. For twenty years, I've prayed for a woman to share my cell with me and now it has finally happened. What is your name, girl?"

Moving back so that his back was against the wall, Eric stared into the shadows seeing the faint outline of someone sitting in the far corner. Hesitantly he answered the challenge.

"I am not a girl. Who are you?"

The outline shifted and took shape as the stranger came out of the darkness. It was an old man, someone looking to be perhaps in his early eighties because of the long gray beard reaching almost to a few inches above his bellybutton and the thick mane of white hair hanging down to his waist. Kneeling beside where Eric was sitting on the floor, the old man grabbed Eric's face and turned Eric's head toward the overhead light while examining the younger man's face.

"You sure look like a girl even with that man's old suit that you're wearing. Aye, you're a girl with that soft face, smooth complexion, big round eyes, thick long dark hair, a slender body, and small hands. I don't know why you're wearing a man's clothing but you're certainly a woman. Let's see if you've got any tits under those rags, girl."

As the old man's hands moved toward Eric's chest, the young man's hands grabbed the other man's hands. For five seconds, Eric closely held the old man's hands while they silently looked at each other's face. Recognizing that he was going to have to learn how to interact with people again after three years of being in solitary confinement, Eric knew that he was also going to have to answer the man's questions about his gender. Knowing that his slender appearance probably was somewhat feminist, Eric decided that he possibly might have the same gender concerns if their appearances was reversed. Letting go of the old man's hands, Eric calmly gave his conditions to let the man examine his chest.

"Three years of being in prison have turned me into a shell of my former self. I can understand why you think that I am a girl. I'm not one but I'll let you satisfy your curiosity once. Then you had better never touch me again unless you want your finger's broken, Old Man."

For two or three seconds, the Old Man was motionless as he continued to hold his hands just inches from Eric's chest. Then the Old Man pulled his hands back without touching Eric's chest and he sat down on the floor as the happiness faded from the other man's voice.

"I suppose that you might be telling the truth and I'm a little afraid to find the truth. After all, if I don't know which sex you are for sure, I can still dream, can't I? But if you are a girl, then I'm going to find out sooner or later and I'll fuck you twice as hard for lying to me. If you are a man, have you ever thought about how nice it would be to make an old man happy and to pretend to be a girl for a few hours? Just joking. Well, seeing as how we are going to be roommates for a while, we need to introduce ourselves. My name is George Tolson. I used to be a pirate but that was twenty-seven years ago before I was caught and thrown into this hellhole. Who be you?"

Over the next hour, they proceeded to tell each other their respective stories. When they were finished, Eric clearly understood why the Old Man, who was only in his late forties, was acting so strange. Twenty-seven years of almost constant imprisonment can do weird things to someone's mind.

As the last few rays of daylight coming through the small overhead grill began fading, casting more of the cell in darkness, Eric knew that there was one thing that he had to do before it became absolutely dark within the small cell.

Rising to his feet and standing where the most light was thrown upon his body, he pulled off his clothes and stood motionless for a few seconds as he gave the Old Man the one-time opportunity to look at his slender body and to see the male organ between Eric's legs which proved his sex once and for all.

"Damn it, you are a man. A mighty pretty man but a man none the less. Well my young friend, it looks like my 'jailhouse girlfriend' is still going to be my right hand."

Chapter 3 - A plan

Eric had scratched almost five hundred more marks onto his new cell walls. The Old Man refused to keep track of his days in that cell because he claimed that he didn't want to know how long he had been imprisoned. Yet Eric noticed that there was one day when George changed his story about being in prison from "twenty-seven years" to "twenty-eight years" so he knew that the Old Man was keeping track even if he wasn’t doing it by making scratches on the stone wall.

During that time, they had become best friends because of the twenty-four-hour-a-day close proximity to each other. They both knew each other's stories backwards and forwards as well as each other’s moods.

Before he had been sent to prison, George had been a pirate and according to him, a very successful one. Just before he was ready to retire at a very young age from his life of crime and go to America to live a life of ease, the police had captured him. But they hadn't found his many years of loot, which was well hidden on some island. Just as Eric was going to spend the rest of his life in jail, they had also sentenced George to life imprisonment and had basically "thrown away the key".

About day four-hundred-and-eighty-seven of their cell sharing, something very unusual happened that changed their daily routine of doing nothing but staring at the blank walls. A jailer opened the door to their cell during the middle of the day and asked a stupid question of George.

"Old Man. My best trusty died during the night. Do you want to replace him?"

George immediately accepted the opportunity to have something to do to help pass the time. With George being let out of the cell every morning to do the routine Trustee chores that the jailers didn't want to do, their life greatly improved. George made sure that they got the best food scraps as well as additional water as he became one of the Trustees who went around emptying the pee-pots and refilling the food bowls. While both men wanted new clothes and the opportunity to get rid of some of their years of accumulated dirt, they knew that wouldn't happen.

For three weeks, it was almost as if it were Christmas every day to them because of George's new status as a Trustee and his ability to improve their quality of food. Then George came back from his daily chores one day and was strangely silent as he sat in his corner. Eric quickly recognized that George was thinking about something and left him alone. After several hours of total silence, George's very serious voice came out of the darkness.

"What would you do to escape from this prison and to be able to return to your home?"

Eric didn't have to think long about the question because it was something that had occupied almost every second that he was awake. Many times they had asked each other the same question so Eric didn’t think anything special about George’s question and he gave his standard answer.

"Anything. I would do anything to escape, George."

"Would you suck a man's cock?"

That wasn’t the response that Eric had expected from George.

"George, we've had this discussion hundreds of times. I'm not going to have sex with you."

"That wasn't my question, Eric. I know that you're a man therefore it's unreasonable to assume that I will ever have sex with you. My question was, 'would you suck a man's cock' if that created an opportunity whereby you could probably escape from this hellhole? Tell me the truth, lad."

"George, in that case, I would suck even the King's cock if it meant that I could get out of this damn place. I used to be a stupid fool when I believed Tricia and Jon were going to help me but those days are long past. Hell yes, I would do it if it allowed me an opportunity to get out of this hell hole."

"I overheard two jailers talking today, Eric. Seems that the Warden has a hard time keeping the underpaid jailers from occasionally abandoning their jobs and leaving the prison. So in addition to giving them their monthly pay, he rewards some of the jailers by sending a few prostitutes down to the jailer’s quarters about once a month. They bring eight to ten girls down for one night with each woman expected to service seven or eight guards during the few hours that the whores were permitted down here in the jailer's quarters. As soon as it's daybreak, the well-fucked women are marched back outside and turned loose. I was thinking that with my new status as Trustee, I could make sure that you had enough water so that you could wash your dirty body and try to make yourself look like you hadn't been underground for a hundred years. Then we could slip a dress on you to make you look like a woman. I even know where there's a couple of dresses that might fit your scrawny body so that you could look more like a woman. If you....."

"No, it won't work, George. There's no way that anyone is going to think that I'm a woman."

"Eric, every day I have to remind myself that you're really a man when I look at you with that smooth pretty face, big round eyes and small almost petite womanish-looking body that you've got. You've told me what your beloved dead mother looked like when she was alive and I swear to you that you look almost exactly the same as the way that you describe her. You sure as hell look more like a woman than you admit to yourself. With the appropriate woman's clothes on your body, your hair fixed up, maybe a little makeup and a couple of other improvements to your personality, I'm telling you that most people would think that you were a real woman. If you could fool those guards for just one night for a few hours by satisfying them with your mouth, I think that you could escape. Look, it's going to be about a month before the girls come back to their nightlong job again. During that time, we can do things to make you appear to look more like a woman, such as to learn you how to brush your hair into a woman's hairstyle. We can dress you in the woman's clothes that I've found hidden in a storeroom and can pad your slender body a little so that the woman's clothes fit you correctly. Those improvements to your physical appearance will be easy. What will take the most time and work for us to accomplish, will be to change your grumpy male personality so that you act more like a sweet young happy woman. We can do it but it's going to require work and practice on your part to get ready; as well as some very personal sacrifices by you when it comes time for you to pass your one and only test with the guards."

"I can't do it. I won't do it."

"Then prepare yourself for a miserable lifetime of living here for the rest of your miserable life as a prisoner. I've been here for almost twenty-nine years and this is the only opportunity that I've seen for anyone to escape. If I could pull it off myself, I would do it but there's no way that I could ever pass as a woman. Dressed in women's clothes, I would obviously look like an ugly woman while it's very plain to me that you would look like a beautiful woman with just a little work to smooth over your rough spots. There's no chance for me to escape but there is a chance for you to escape. And this is it. Don't be a fool now like you were a fool in the courtroom years ago. If you escape from this fucking place, there's a strong potential that you could help me escape later."

"There's no way that anyone could break into here to rescue you. An army couldn't do it. This place is too impenetrable."

"True, Eric and I wouldn't expect anyone attempting to rescue me to use brute force. I would expect them to use guile and to find a way to buy my escape. You see, I've got a fortune hidden that I'm willing to share with the right person. And I think that you're that right person. That's why I'll tell you where to find my fortune and you can have half of it. I expect you to use some or my entire half of it to try to purchase freedom for me. But you have to escape first, Eric. Once you've escaped, then you can free me. You're my only chance to get out of here, boy. And to get me out, you have to get out first. The only chance that either of us will ever have to escape is if you pretend to be a woman."

******

It was a long night for Eric as he laid in the darkness and thought about the impossible dream that George had shared with him. FREEDOM!

More importantly, it also offered an opportunity for Eric to return to his home and to seek revenge against the two people whom he had once implicitly trusted to keep him from going to prison. If George weren’t lying about the fortune in stolen jewels that he had hidden, Eric would be returning to his home as a very rich man. A rich man who would be able to right the wrong that had been done to him by people that he used to love and trust.

All night long, he had thought about the preposterous escape scheme that George had developed. There wasn't any way that anyone would ever think that he was a woman. After all women had tits and a cunt which he certainly didn't have. His chest might be slender and narrow like a woman's chest but it was as flat and gawky as a ten-year-old boy's non-muscular chest. Any man who saw his boyish chest or saw his average-sized cock would know that he couldn't be a woman.

So his slender small body might be the same size as a slighter taller than average sized woman's body but that wasn't going to be enough to convince any man that he was a woman. He might be able to fit into a woman's dress because his starved body's small size was very similarly shaped but that was the only thing about him that looked feminine.

Even if he were wearing a dress, when they saw his face they would have to know that he was a man. Sure, he had a soft delicate looking face that looked more like his mother's face than his father's rugged face but anyone who looked at him with a good light shinning on his face had to recognize that his face was a man's face. True, he had never been able to grow a beard, even with his years of not being able to shave. There was only the slightest trace of heavy fuzz above his upper lip and around his ears as evidence that he should be a man. But about one out of every ten women also had the same amount of heavy fuzz.

He did have to admit to himself that his face probably did look too soft and delicate like his dear long-dead mother's pretty face. Not only did his small face have the same oval shape as her classic woman’s shaped face but he also had her delicate slender nose, her full lips, and her large innocent-looking dark eyes. Additionally his complexion was also as china-smooth and soft as her face looked in the old portraits of her that was hanging on the mansion walls. When he had turned twelve years old and some of the bullyboys had begun teasing him about his girlish appearance, he had become too aware of his facial resemblance to his mother. Their schoolboy taunts where they had called him "sissy" because of his "pretty face" had resulted in him eventually cutting his hair extremely short to enhance his masculinity and to constantly prove that he wasn't really a girl wearing trousers. The unusual short- styled haircut had stopped most of their cruel taunting during those early school years but every time that he had privately looked into a mirror, he had silently cursed to himself how much more that he had looked like his mother's daughter than like his father's son.

Even George had thought that Eric had been a woman at first when the Old Man had seen Eric's face but Eric had kept telling himself that had only been because of the thick mane of several years of being unable to cut his long hair. Even he admitted to himself, although never to George, that the thick mane of long dark hair did make his face look more feminine.

But just putting on a dress and combing his long hair into a woman's hairstyle wouldn't be enough to fool any of those guards. A woman acted like a woman and a man acted like a man. Silly women were always happy, always flouncing around, always doing so many things with their hands that men typically didn't do. He knew that he couldn't act like a woman. Oh sure, he could bend his wrists, giggle like a silly schoolgirl and prance around a little, but anyone who saw him would surely know that it was all an act. After all, it had been over seven years since he had been happy, since he had been giddy, since he had socially interacted with anyone except George. There was no way that he could ever act like a woman and make it look convincing. There was no way that it would work.

And oh yeah, there was the matter of his voice. As soon as he opened his mouth, the sound of his man’s voice would prove to anyone that he was a man. Women's voices were soft and beautiful sounding like a songbird's delicate sound. His voice was deep and gruff like the sound of a chicken hawk coming after the songbird. Then he remembered that when he was twelve and had just cut his hair for the first time to enhance his masculinity that he had also began talking differently on purpose. That instead of speaking naturally, he had begun talking in a deep voice to also change that part of his image so that he sounded more manly. Over the years, it had become natural for him to speak "from deep within the pit of his belly" instead of using his natural voice. If he could make his voice sound more masculine, then with a little practice he might also be able to make his voice sound somewhat softer; like a woman's voice.

And there were other things that made a woman a woman. Not only was the concept of a woman a combination of feminine appearance, soft mannerisms, flighty personality and higher pitched voice, but also there were those unique things that a woman did to flirt with men. Things like to smile at men, flirt with them, let the man kiss them and to let the man hands eventually roam around their body. And worse of all, there were those things that a woman would have to do to satisfy a man's carnal sexual needs.

The thought of having to touch another man's cock much less to have sex with it caused Eric to shudder. To do as George was suggesting, Eric would have to "happily" and "willingly" allow the guards to stuff their cocks into his mouth and ass. There would be no way that he could fake having a pussy between his legs so he would have to rely up using only his mouth and asshole to satisfy the guard's strong carnal desires all night long. Just the thought of having to kiss another man's cock and to pretend to like doing that was enough to make Eric's stomach get upset; much less the more gross thoughts of having to suck on it.

Just before George had drifted off to sleep, George had reminded Eric that half of the world were women and that the majority of those women had learned to enjoy that strange act after trying it a few times. That George had, in his travels as a free man, even encountered some men who enjoyed doing that to other men. George's argument had been that learning how to properly suck another man's cock wouldn't be as difficult as learning the feminine traits and skills to pretend to look like a woman.

It was easy for Eric to stay awake all night as all those thoughts whirled through his busy mind. There was so much to think about and no one was going to come get him to go to work the next morning the way that they were going to come after George. So it didn't matter if he slept during the night or during the day as he busied himself with his decision.

All night long, he thought about the preposterous scheme that George was proposing. Each time that his mind wandered into thinking about what would have to happen for it to work, he quickly decided that it wouldn't work and tried to push it out of his mind. But as quickly as that decision was made, the knowledge that George was right that this might be their only chance to ever escape, made him rethink about the plan again.

When the first rays of sunlight began trickling into the cell, Eric was still awake. After all, he had no place to go or anything to do except to stay in the cell so it didn't matter if he was tired from a night of thinking. He remained silent as he heard the sounds of the jailers moving through the outside hallways. Soon, one of them would open the door for George to step out to begin his daily work for them.

When the door opened and a jailer grumpily called George's name, Eric heard the sound of the Old Man rising to his feet. As George started to walk out of the cell, Eric knew that there was something that he had to say to George. Clearing his throat, he felt strangely calm as he said words that he never thought that he would say.

"I'll do it."

******

The next two nights were long nights for both of them. As soon as George returned from his day of being Trustee, they would begin refining their plan.

Their final plan wasn't much different from George's initial plan. George would use his Trustee position to get into one of the areas where some personal effects of the female prisoners were stored. He had already been into the storage area and knew where he could find several women’s outfits that he thought would fit Eric's body. He would also try to find a hairbrush and other things that they would need to improve Eric's appearance, such as petticoats and shoes.

The jailers never looked into the cell at Eric to verify that he was still there because it was impossible for anyone to escape so they wouldn't be looking at him or noticing any change in his appearance as long as he appeared to be there underneath a blanket. Therefore they would immediately start changing his appearance and working upon his impersonation skills. If one of the jailers did take a casual look into the cell, then Eric was supposed to hide under a blanket back in the corners, which were always dark and to use his normal male voice to convince the jailer that everything was ok.

As soon as George was able to steal the appropriate clothes and other items needed for the impersonation, George would help Eric change his appearance. While neither of them knew anything about brushing Eric's long hair into an acceptable woman’s hairstyle, they knew that they had plenty of time to learn the appropriate skills. They felt that between the two of them that they could somehow shape Eric's hair into an appropriate hairstyle that would look real.

Then while George was doing his Trustee duties every day, Eric would use the private time to practice his mannerisms. Both men agreed that changing Eric's appearance was only a small part of the impersonation. Having a suitable woman's happy personality to go with the new clothes was going to be the most difficult part of the transformation.

So as soon as George left the cell, Eric would have to spend the rest of the day working on his voice to make it softer and feminine sounding as well as to change his mannerisms so that his movements also strongly suggested femininity. Then when George would return to their cell every evening, Eric would practice his new personality on George so that the Old Man could critique the evolving personality.

The only problem with their plan was that they both knew that they only had one slim chance to try to escape. If Eric failed in his impersonation and was caught, the jailers would strip both of them naked and throw them into damp cells deep within the bowels of the prison where they would never see daylight again or even another human. For at least twelve long hours, Eric was going to have to successfully impersonate a woman with several jailers who would see him under a very close and personal setting. When George asked Eric how he was going to provide sexual satisfaction to the jailers, the young man had a very determined glint in his dark eyes as he grimly answered the ultimate question.

"I'll do whatever it takes when that time comes."

******

Not only did George return during the middle of the day with three women’s dresses that looked like they would roughly fit Eric’s body and other associated feminine garb that women also wore but he also managed to bring some soap and additional water to their cell so that Eric could clean his dirty body. So while George returned to his duties, Eric began the laborious task of bathing his dirty body in a small pan of cold water for the first time in seven years. By the time that George returned to the cell after his duties for the day were completed, Eric's body and long hair was clean. One of the items that George had been able to bring back was a small mirror so that Eric could use the mirror to see the results as he began the laborious chore of cleaning his filthy body.

While they still had a little daylight coming through the narrow slot into the cell so that they could see their handiwork, they began the laborious task of learning how to brush Eric’s tangled mass of long thick hair into something that looked like a woman's hairstyle. After about thirty different attempts over the next couple of hours, they managed to shape it into looking like a woman’s hairstyle that George proudly declared as "something fit for a Queen." It was a half upsweep hairstyle where half of Eric's long thick mane of dark hair was neatly coiled on top of his head while the other half was neatly brushed onto his shoulders and around the sides of his face with a small tuff of hair crossing his forehead in a bang's style. While Eric's thick hair was clearly too long after almost seven years of constant growth and needed cutting, George was cautiously reluctant to trim any of the excess hair length until they decided upon a final hairstyle.

By then it was dark and they were talking about their next step. They would both awaken early the next morning and George would help Eric get into the tight fitting corset before the jailers came for him. Then while George was off doing his Trustee job, Eric could practice his impersonation.

As an obviously exhausted George drifted off to sleep for the night, Eric sat in his corner with his clean body covered by the old blanket that he slept under. His mind was too full of confusing thoughts for him to get any sleep.

He knew that once he put on the woman's clothes the following morning that he was going to have to work very hard upon his impersonation if he was going to have the appropriate falsetto voice, the appropriate feminine mannerisms, a realistic woman's always smiling personality and most importantly, a woman's sexual skills when it was time to fool the male jailers. It would be up to George to sneak Eric out of the cell at the right time so that Eric could hide and then subsequently blend in with the women as they came into the jail. But it would be up to Eric to convince the women that he was one of them and to effectively convince the various male jailers later that he was indeed a woman. For twelve long hours, he would have to do whatever it took to impersonate a woman without revealing his true status. And at the end of that time, if he were successful he would walk out of the jail mingling among the real women. Once he had escaped so that he was outside the jail, he would begin his long journey to recover George's treasure.

While Eric knew that he wanted to immediately rush back home to get his revenge upon Jon and Tricia, he knew that he couldn't return home until after he recovered George's treasure and used that money to buy George's freedom. Once George was free, then he could get his revenge. The Old Man still hadn't told him where the treasure was hidden but kept insisting that he would tell him at the right time.

Chapter 4 - Marcia

The tightly cinched corset around his waist hurt and Eric could barely move because of the fear that taking a normal breath would result in broken ribs. George had placed a knee in the small of Eric's back and tugged mightily upon the straps to get it as tight as possible around Eric's slender waist. The Old Man had told him that as his body became used to the tight fitting garment that his body would slightly change shape so that the corset would become looser fitting. George insisted that Eric had to constantly wear it so that he was used to wearing the restricted garment and that his male body had as much of a real woman's hourglass shape as possible.

They only had time to get the corset tightly strapped onto Eric's body before they heard the jailer coming for George. Eric covered himself with a blanket and lay in the shadows while George waited for the cell door to be opened. As soon as George left, Eric began the dreaded task of putting on the many layers of petticoats and dress over the tight-fitting corset.

Barely able to move because of the movement-restrictive corset, Eric struggled with pulling on the six layers of petticoats that he was going to have to wear underneath the skirt. Too late, he remembered that he was also going to have put on the lace-up women's boots, which would be almost impossible because of the thick layers of undergarments that he was wearing so he removed the petticoats. After struggling to get his feet into the almost too- small boots, he managed to lace them then struggled once again with putting the layers of petticoats back onto his body.

Only one of the stolen dresses fit Eric's corset-condensed body. While the other two dresses were about the same size as the chosen dress, the other dresses waists were slightly smaller so he couldn't get into either of those dresses. The dress that did fit him was a floor-length, high-necked, long sleeve dress that was typically worn by women who were concerned about their respectability in public. It was more of a Nanny or a School Teacher's dress and wasn't something that a prostitute visiting a bunch of horny men would wear. But it was the only thing that George had brought back to the cell that would fit Eric's slender but totally male body.

With the dress finally on his body and his hair still brushed into the hairstyle that George had finally accepted the previous night, Eric had to admit to himself that he really did look like a woman. There were a lot of areas that they were going to have to improve such as the small tuffs of beard-like growth on his face. But fortunately his facial growth was so sparse that they would be able to get rid of that once George found something they could use to shave Eric's otherwise baby-smooth face.

They were also going to have to do something about the eyebrows as well to make Eric's gnawed-off fingernails look more feminine. Granted prostitutes didn't always have nice fingernails or feminine shaped eyebrows but at least the whores had tits and a cunt to prove that they were women. Eric was going to have to make his appearance as woman-like as possible to help delay anyone's suspicions about his otherwise flat-chested male appearance.

By the time that George returned to the cell that night, Eric had been busy all day practicing the various feminine mannerisms that he vaguely remembered from the women of his past. After a few minutes of watching an unconfident Eric sashay around the cell with limp wrists and using a unrealistic sounding falsetto voice, George knew that it was going to take a lot more work for Eric to successfully impersonate a woman than he had originally anticipated.

With George walking beside him and positively offering critical analysis of every movement that Eric made, the Old Man helped Eric to make his new feminine movements more realistic. To help with the impersonation, George had insisted that Eric adopt a new name as well as to only think of "herself" using the feminine gender. They chose the name Marcia and began referring to "Her" using feminine pronouns. At the end of a week of hard work of almost constant practicing and coaching from George, Marcia's movements and actions were more feminine. Most importantly, there was a not seen before self-confidence in the movements as the clothes and lifestyle became more familiar.

The new woman's face was also smoother, thanks to George's stolen razor-sharp knife. George had also painstakingly used the knife blade and a fork mashed together as tweezers to reshape Marcia's bushy eyebrows into slender womanish-looking eyebrows. The only other improvement that they could make to the face was to experiment with the small container of rouge and lipstick to add color to Marcia's chalky-white face that hadn't seen sunlight in almost seven years.

By the end of the week, Marcia's body had also adapted somewhat to the tight fitting corset so that the new woman was able to twist and move more freely as if she had worn a tightly-fitted corset underneath a dress all of her life. With a little padding stuffed into her clothes in the right areas, her body shape began to have the hourglass shape of a natural woman.

By wearing the female clothes twenty-four hours a day and constantly pretending to be Marcia, Eric was becoming more relaxed with the strange new feminine role that had been thrust onto him. The constant tightness of the corset, the ceaseless rustling of the many petticoats under the skirt, the daily practice sessions of brushing the hair into the chosen hairstyle along with the repeated practice sessions of applying makeup had transformed Eric's physical appearance into that of a woman. Even Eric had to confirm that he indeed did look like a woman now.

But as George frequently reminded him, that physical part of the transformation was the easy part. They had to work the most upon the feminine voice, replacing Eric's dead-serious speech patterns with a girlish pitter-patter as well as to invent a vibrant woman's personality and mannerisms to create a totally womanish Marcia that the guards would never suspect was really a man.

George frequently told Eric that something still wasn't exactly right but neither of them could identify the exact change that still had to be made to create a more perfect impersonation.

******

One day George unexpectedly unlocked the cell door and hurriedly shoved some more clothes into the cell. Quickly remarking that these were the women's clothes that would be more appropriate for a prostitute to wear to meet the jailers, George returned to his duties before anyone missed him.

As soon as the door was locked behind George, Marcia picked up the new bundle of stolen female clothes and began analyzing them. The first thing that she noticed was that the dress had a low-cut bodice that would reveal a woman's cleavage. Or in her specific case, it would reveal the total lack of cleavage and breasts. Recognizing that she was going to have to get used to wearing that type of revealing clothing, she began removing the long neck dress that she now felt comfortable wearing.

There were only two layers of petticoats with this new dress so she quickly slipped into them. The skirt had a wider hem because prostitutes frequently wore loose clothes that could easily be pulled up over their lower body so that their customers could be serviced doggy-style without the women undressing. As she pulled the tight-fitting new low-cut dress on over her corseted body, she grimaced as she realized that this new dress brought her one step closer to the day when she would have to accomplish the ultimate act of impersonation by having sex with a man.

That day within the solitude of the cell, the new woman did a lot of intense soul-searching. Over the last two weeks, Eric had successfully physically transformed himself into a realistic looking woman to include developing the appropriate personality, voice and mannerisms. But once the new Marcia stepped out of that cell to go service the guard's physical needs, then that new woman would need to be prepared to do the type of female sexual things that Eric had never experienced as a man.

Yes, Eric was a virgin. A foolish virgin who as a youth had saved himself for the woman that he thought that he was going to eventually marry. He was a virgin who had never experienced the intense sexual pleasure and joys that an experienced lover could have brought to him within the bedroom.

And within the next two weeks, there was going to come a day when George would eventually come back to the cell and say "It is time. The whores will be here tonight" At that moment, Marcia would have to step out of the cell and go do her duty servicing the guards so that she could be escorted out of the prison the following morning. Marcia had to be totally convincing as a woman and as a whore or Eric would be caught and both men would be further punished. They would never get another escape attempt.

Most of the day, Marcia paced the floor as she thought about the challenge that she was going to have to overcome. She knew that she had to be mentally prepared to meet any challenge. She knew that if she thought the way that Eric had thought all of his life that she wouldn't be able to successfully pull off the nightlong impersonation of a whore. She knew that she had to push the Eric side of her brain aside and to only think only as if she were really Marcia, a whore. That internal hiding of the Eric personality would be needed to perfect the impersonation and to protect his true personality. The whore Marcia was going to have to do things that the virginal Eric could never do.

For most of the day, she was pacing the floor and occasionally picking up the small mirror to gaze in it once more to keep the growing self-confidence strong. Each time that she looked in the mirror, she studied her face to see if she was seeing Eric or Marcia. Each time that she saw Eric within her eyes, she would put the mirror down and pace the floor again until she resolved why she thought that there was still any small remembrance of Eric still within her body. Each time that she would see Marcia's obvious personality reflected back from the mirror, she would feel a little more self-confidence and felt that she was achieving her mandatory goal of forcing a woman's strong new personality to take control of her brain.

As she paced and thought about the mental changes that she was going to have to accept as now being normal for her new personality, she began thinking about the many ways that her personality had changed in the past. She recalled how Eric had been playing marbles with Jon one day behind the school and had looked up to see Tricia wearing a pretty dress and looking all- sweet. That day, Eric's priorities as well as his personality had changed as a result of his awakening. She recalled how a few years later an angry Eric was going to run away from home and a simple kiss from Tricia had caused him to throw away those plans. She recalled how a dumb Eric had trusted Tricia and allowed her to let him be dragged to prison. She recalled how the trust had quickly faded and Eric's personality had become so cynical from the years of solitary. She recalled how Eric had once again changed personality when living with George gave him someone to talk to and to feel the bonds of friendship again.

Yes, just as Eric had changed his personality so many times over the few years, so did Eric have to change one more time. Eric had to totally become Marcia for as long as it took to escape so that he could get his revenge.

Eric had to totally become Marcia. She was now Marcia. She was now Marcia. She was a woman. She was a whore. She was a woman. She was Marcia. She enjoyed being a woman. She enjoyed being a whore. She enjoyed being a woman. She was a woman. She was Marcia.

She kept looking into the mirror and smiling to herself as she saw Marcia. She kept telling herself that she was now Marcia. She was a whore. She was a woman.

A few hours before George was expected to return to return to the cell from his Trustee work, a very confident Marcia began mentally and physically preparing herself for the tasks that she knew that had to be done that night. After carefully brushing her long hair one more time to get it looking just right, she spent a little time with the limited makeup ensuring that her face also looked as pretty and perfect as possible. When George came back to the cell, there was a slightly different version of Marcia waiting on him.

This whorish-dressed Marcia wearing the gaudy low-cut dress was sluttier in her appearance and actions. This smiling Marcia was a pretty woman who was using every inch of her feminine wiles to seduce her man, who happened to be the only man within the cell. This Marcia knew that her other movements were appropriately feminine but tonight she was planning to practice the main skill that she would need to get her through the upcoming night with the jailers; the skill of seduction.

So what if George hadn't had a bath in almost three decades. So what if his dirty beard reeked of long-dried food and smelly sweat. So what if everything that Marcia was doing to George's dirty body totally revolted Eric. It wasn't Eric that was seducing the very surprised George. It was a young woman named Marcia that was learning the art of seducing and making love to a man.

Marcia was determined that she was going to escape as soon as possible and if she, as Marcia, had to have sex with a hundred men as the payment for escaping, then so be it. And as Marcia, she had already determined that because she didn't have a cunt or boobs, that she was going to have to find other ways to divert the jailer's attentions while satisfying his physical needs to pass the time. That meant that her mouth was going to have to become a substitute cunt and she was going to have to be very experienced with controlling men with her mouth and body before she took on the first jailer.

That meant that until it was finally the time for Marcia to go meet her ultimate destiny within the jailer’s quarters, that George was going to be a very lucky man as she practiced her new "feminine wiles" on George. That meant that Marcia planned to lose her virginity to George that very night.

******

The first time that Marcia tried to give George a blowjob, she gagged and threw up because, as she learned later, she had tried to take too much of George’s eager cock too deep into her hungry mouth too soon. But as soon as she was finished being sick, George started coaching her in the finer arts of that skill just as he had taught her how to brush her hair and how to walk sexy across the room.

Ten minutes later, George was an extremely happy man for the first time in twenty-nine years and Marcia had crossed a mental barrier that only a few weeks earlier, Eric had pessimistically known that he would never cross. The only reason that she was able to accomplish it was that for the first few minutes that she allowed herself to really touch George as if she were a real female, she kept repeating to herself "I am a woman. I am Marcia." After the initial shock wore off from allowing herself to do what she was doing to George, she didn't have to keep reminding herself that she was a woman. It became very easy to do it again after the barrier of doing it the first time was crossed.

A very relaxed George was sitting on the floor in a dark corner with his back against the wall. Marcia was lying on the ground with her face only inches from George's shrunken manhood as George calmly discussed several different ways that a woman could use to keep her man hard. Having spent a good portion of his wayward youth enjoying the company of skillful prostitutes, George was quite knowledgeable about the various tricks that a knowledgeable woman could use on a man to satisfy him. A few minutes later, George knew that his new student was a quick learner from the way that Marcia was practicing her new skills and that he certainly was going to miss the new sultry Marcia when she finally escaped from the prison.

*******

The nightly sex with the very willing George seemed to resolve most of the minor difficulties that Eric had previously been having with his portrayal of Marcia. Where Eric's impersonation of a woman had previously been reasonably good so that George had felt somewhat confident in turning Marcia loose on the guards, that impersonation was now so perfect that George had difficulty believing that the fantastic woman who now shared his blanket nightly wasn't really a woman. It was as if the personality of Eric had disappeared and a slutty natural woman had taken over his body. There were no more minor mistakes in Marcia's personality or movements. The seductive beautiful young woman waiting impatiently for George to come back to the cell every evening was the closest thing to a real woman that George had ever seen. The person sharing the cell with George was now a beautiful woman, even if the woman didn't have any tits or pussy.

Once the new woman had broken the initial barrier of touching George's cock, she seemed to take real pleasure in touching it and servicing it frequently with her hungry mouth and also with her virginally tight rear end. While she hadn't said it yet, George could tell that after the initial of shock of doing it for the first time, that she had enjoyed it. There was a noticeable more relaxed and physical sense of enjoyment the second time. And by the third time, the initial slightly hesitant actions that George had noticed the first time with the new Marcia had been completely replaced by actions that showed that she was enjoying it as much as he was enjoying it.

Lying curled up together afterwards on a blanket on the stone floor, the new Marcia would talk only about things that a real woman would discuss with her man. She would quickly flip-flop from being deadly serious to being a flirting tease to being a romantic lover to being a "brainless woman babbling about nothing" to other subjects that women typically talked about.

George knew that she was only doing it with him so as to improve her skills so that she was prepared to carry off her impersonation but at the same time he was amazed at how complete her transformation into a realistic acting woman was now that she had become his lover. From the time that she made up her mind that she was going to have to sex with him, she never reverted back into being Eric; not even when George purposely called her by that name one day as a test. She was thinking of herself only as Marcia and would be Marcia for as long as it took her to escape.

Like a natural woman, she willingly did anything to seduce her man from long French-kissing sessions to long sessions of her playing with George's cock using her tongue or other parts of her body. And like a woman who had really been a whore for many years, she also acted as if she truly enjoying sucking him dry, making sure that she swallowed almost every drop of his warm fluid.

After the first two nights that they made love, George had told her that they had to do some experimentation with various positions and methods. He explained to Marcia that for the last two nights, they had both reacted the way that they would have reacted if they were a normal married couple. However they were going to have to practice different techniques and to pretend to have different sexual preferences for the rest of their time together. George explained that some men like for their women to be extremely domineering while other men like their women to be mindless sluts who willing obeyed every whim that the man could think of for the woman to do. George knew that Marcia was going to have to be extremely experienced in quickly determining a man's sexual desires and understanding how to use those desires to keep the man under control.

So each night, George and Marcia would play-act out different roles so that the new woman could be somewhat experienced with anticipating and fulfilling her lover's different desires and fetishes. One night she would pretend to be a domineering bitch and the next night she would be a woman who had to satisfy a bully who liked to hit his women. The objective of George's nightly training was to prepare the otherwise naive new woman for the various roles that would be expected of her during her twelve hours with the guards.

During the many times that they practiced sex at night over the next two weeks, there was a warm radiance around the make- believe woman showing that she truly enjoyed her new role of being a slut to a man. There was a sense of genuine warmness within her smile, a gleam of happiness within her big dark eyes, a pleasing lilt within her laughter and a sense of enjoyment around her as if she really liked making love to the old man. Several times George silently wished to himself that he somehow were going to walk out the door with her when she eventually left the prison, knowing that this beautiful new creature that was sharing his bed was the most fascinating woman that he had ever met.

George even wisely admitted to himself silently that he was quickly falling in love with the fun-loving Marcia and that he didn't want to ever see the Eric personality again. If he could have waved a magic wand to permanently turn Marcia into a woman, George would have done it. If he could have waved that same magic wand over both of them so that she was always his woman, he would have done it.

All too quickly, George learned something about himself that he kept secret from his new partner and lover.

So good was her portrayal of being a woman that he knew that he was in love with Marcia and never wanted her to leave him. He wanted her to remain Marcia for the rest of her life and to always be his woman.

Chapter 5 - To earn your freedom

Then came the day that George scurried down the deserted hallways of the prison carrying the keys that would open the cell. Part of him was glad that this day had come because it would eventually mean freedom for both of them. But more of him was also extremely sad because it would also mean that the beautiful and sexy Marcia would never return to the cell again. If everything worked as planned, she would be out on the street tomorrow morning at sunrise and he would be all alone within that cell.

Opening the door, George quickly stepped inside the cell and uttered those magical words that he had thought about so often since they had developed this plan.

"The women are coming tonight. I must move you to a place where you can hide and slip into their midst as they go down to the jailer's quarters."

As expected, Marcia was waiting for his announcement and was prepared to go with him. She was dressed in her low-cut whore's dress and had her other clothes neatly packed in a small suitcase with her makeup and hairbrush.

Rising to her feet, she calmly brushed her dress with her hand as she reminded him of his past promises.

"You told me that when it was time for me to leave, you would tell me where to find the treasure. I'll need it if I am going to buy your freedom. I think that it is time to know your secret."

Nodding his head, he could only stare wistfully at her red lips as he wished that they had time for one more practice session upon the blankets. He didn't think that the beautiful young woman standing in front of him needed the additional training but he knew that he needed it because it was going to be a long dry spell for him within the lonely cell after she left the prison.

"Remember that little church that I used to talk to you about in that town where I used to live. The third pew on the right hand side has a hollow leg. Within the leg are the directions that you'll need to find the treasure. Now before you go, there's one more secret that I have to share with you. I have a wife. If anything happens to me so that I don't get out of here, I want you to take care of her for me. She's a good woman who didn't deserve to have a scoundrel like me as a husband. She can be found at the bread market next to the church. Her name is Lavern."

"I didn't know that you had ever been married. When I asked you about that, you always said that there was no one."

"I lied to you because I did my best to try to forget about her. Just speaking her name was enough to cause me pain that I couldn't tolerate. Now hurry, I must get you out of here before they discover that the keys to the cells are missing."

******

Although George kept whispering that she should hurry. Marcia took her time as she proudly walked down the hallways behind George. If anyone had seen her following him, they would have assumed that she was the real thing from the way that she made her hips sway seductively and her fake weighted padded breasts to jiggle appropriately. Although she felt giddy being able to walk down the hallways and to see rows and rows of locked cells, she knew that she had to stay in character if she was going to successfully pull off her impersonation. So it was a happy as well as very confident Marcia that followed George to a small room used for storage. And when he gave her the last minute instructions, she already knew what he was going to say to her from the many times that they had rehearsed this moment.

"They will let them into the building about seven p.m. or so. The girls will come down these steps just outside this door. As they walk by, you slip into the line and go with them. You know what you have to do once you reach the jailer's quarters. The men will be waiting and will have already set up a schedule to share the women. When you get finished with the last man about daybreak, some of the jailers will gather all of the women together and march them to a locked door. They go out a different way and that's why you can't just jump into line with them while they are leaving. You have to go through the jailer's quarters to get out and you know what has to be done once you are in there with all those men. Good luck."

As he turned to leave her, she grabbed him and pulled him toward her as if he were a departing lover about to catch a ship getting ready to sail. For a long thirty seconds, she gave him a very passionate kiss as her hands roamed up and down his body once last time. Her tongue pressed into his mouth as she tried to give him something pleasant that he could remember about her as he returned to their empty cell that night. Not only was she doing it to stay in character but she was also doing it because Marcia really liked the old man. Being his lover for the last two weeks had created a relationship that was much stronger than the two years of being his cell mate.

Finally pulling free from his hungry lips because she could feel that he was about to lose his self-control, she teasingly stayed in character as she showed him that she was doing everything that she could to continue to be a slut.

"Thanks for giving me all the training in cocksucking, George. I think that I'm going to be very busy tonight."

With that passionate kiss completed, she pushed him gently in the chest to make him back up slightly so that she could shut the door. For a moment they stared into each other's eyes as if they were real man and woman lovers; not just two male prisoners helping each other to escape. In that brief second, she could confirm to herself that dear old George had fallen head-over-heels totally in love with her Marcia personality and that he was having a hard time letting her leave him. In that second, he could see a determined young woman who would do whatever it took to escape and then she would come back for him. Whether she returned as Marcia or as Eric, he didn't know but the old man knew that both personalities would live up to the terms of their bargain to try to free him after she escaped.

As she opened her lips to say, "I'll be back", she remembered how Tricia had also made a promise to Eric so many years earlier. For a moment, Marcia felt the Eric side of her personality trying to return. Pulling her shoulders back slightly so that the upper part of the dress was pulled tightly so that the padding created a realistic impression of rounded breasts underneath the low-cut dress, she used every bit of self-control to force that man's identity back to where she had hidden it. Fighting hard to express a happy smile, she felt the tremor in her voice as she bid farewell to her friend and lover.

"It'll take me about two months to get the treasure and then to get back here. Then I promise to set you free."

Before he could say anything, she shut the door, leaving him standing in the hall and her hidden in the storeroom. She didn't want him to see the glimmer of a tear that was forming in her eyes.

As he walked away from the storeroom door, there was also a tear oozing down his dirty cheeks as well as a huge erection within his trousers. She was some woman and he was going to miss her.

******

She saw the whores coming down the hallway from where she had stared through the cracks of the door for the last five hours. There were eleven of them being led by a jailer. As the last woman walked by her hiding place, Marcia cautiously stepped out of the storeroom and calmly took her place at the rear of the line; carrying her small suitcase. The last woman heard the sound of her unexpected footsteps stepping behind her and turned her head to look back at the new arrival. Giving the woman a friendly smile while pretending that she were nothing but one of the girls who had just been added to the line, Marcia listened to the sound of her boots joining the sound of the other whore's boots echoing off of the walls as they walked to the area of the prison where the men were waiting for them.

The other women were in a good mood and were happy which made it easier for Marcia to also pretend to be happy. As the giggling group of women followed their escort and laughingly joked about the gang of horny men waiting for them, Marcia joined into their banter. Another woman turned around to see who the new woman was but other than that one quick look, no one else paid any attention to the new woman in the line. If she was there, she obviously belonged and there was obviously going to be enough men for each woman. After all, the Warden's men only let women in that they knew and trusted.

They came to a locked door leading directly into the jailer's quarters and the jailer unlocked the door then watched them as the women walked through the doorway. When the new woman walked into the jailer's quarters, the escorting guard looked at her with a puzzled look on his face as his eyes locked on her hourglass shaped waist while his curious lips asked.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before."

Winking at him as she casually let her hand teasingly brush across the front of his groin to give him something else to think about, she answered his question with a smile and seductive gleam in her bright eyes.

"Just call me Marcia. I'm a new girl and if you're as good in bed as you look, I'll be back every month."

As soon as he locked the door that separated the jailer's quarters from the prison, he grabbed the new girl's hand to pull her toward his bedroom as he staked his claim upon her while the other men were claiming their favorites from the other women.

"Marcia? You're one mighty good-looking bitch. I think that I'm going to have you first."

"Mmmm, after you've had me in bed for a few hours, you won't want any of these other sluts. I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want another woman."

******

It would be twelve hours before the guards would gather the whores and escort them to the Exit to get them out before everyone was supposed to go back to work. Marcia knew that as soon as she finished servicing one man, that she would be expected to go to another man's room to service someone else. So the longer that she spent in a man's room with him, the less men that she would have to have sex with and the less chance of her true sex being discovered.

As soon as she was in the first man's room, she took charge of the situation by dropping down to her knees and showing him that she had a hungry warm mouth that could do amazing tricks with his cock. Her goal was to kill time and to keep her real sex a secret while keeping him confused. Thanks to the tricks that she had learned from several nights of practicing on George's cock, she knew how to raise a man to the point of almost exploding then how to expertly tease him repeatedly until he finally did eject a river of hot cum into her mouth.

So she used her mouth on the guard and kept him busy enjoying the unbelievable delightful sensation of the beautiful dark-haired woman's mouth whose head was pressed tightly against his groin. For almost an hour, she used every trick that she knew from her limited training with George. Then he exploded for the second time and curled up to go to an exhausted sleep. She sat quietly beside him for several long minutes knowing that it was going to be only a matter of time until someone stuck his head into the room once again to see if she was ready for the next man yet. Several of the guards had seen her go into this man's room and they were patiently waiting for their turn with the beautiful new girl.

Just as she expected, another man eventually stuck his head into the room and claimed her when he saw that she was obviously finished and that the obviously satisfied guard was soundly sleeping. Picking up her small suitcase, she dutifully followed the new guard to his room.

After giving the second guard a blowjob, he began pressuring her to get undressed so that he could "get some of your good pussy." Playing a game with him, she distracted him while she got him hard again with her hand, then she guided him to a dresser where she raised her skirts to expose her butt as she bent over the dresser. As he came to collect his treasure, she used her hand to guide his rock-hard cock into the only opening between her legs that she knew that he was going to find. A moment later, she was rewarded with loud grunts and his hands tightly clinching her waist to hold onto her body as he satisfied himself with that very tight part of her body. He was totally distracted and pleased with her choice of activities.

******

It had been a long twelve hours. She had sex with four different men although she knew that the typical whore serviced six to ten men during that same time period. She wasn't interested in establishing any personal records but was interested only in making sure that she didn't have to get undressed and that she controlled how the different men had sex with her.

There had been one big burly man who had barged into a room and demanded that she come right then to his room. She didn't want to go to his bed because he looked like someone who like to have rough sex with naked women and she knew that she wouldn't be able to fool him for long. Luckily another woman had just finished with a man and the burly guard accepted her while Marcia finished with her then-customer.

But finally one of the guards came through telling all of the women to get dressed so they could leave at sunrise. She picked up her small suitcase and followed the guard as he collected the women. When he had all of them, he led them down another hallway to a double-locked door used by the guards to go to town without going through the prison.

She felt pain as she walked but that was because each of the four men that had been her lovers were only satisfied when she let them take her from behind. The second man had been much larger than the other men but thankfully; he had also finished in less time. But when the third man mounted her, she discovered that she was very tender and that the sexual act with him wasn't as pleasant as it had been at first. So she was grimacing as she walked and noticed that a few of the other women were also walking as if they were injured also.

As soon as she was out on the streets, she wanted to scream with pure joy at once again being free but she knew that she couldn't display any emotions around the whores to raise their suspicions about the new girl. Turning away from the other women, she began walking toward the part of town where she knew that she could find an Inn to spend a few hours resting after her long arduous night of being a receptacle for the men's cum. While she needed the sleep, she was more interested in finding a real bathtub so that she could wash the filth from the hours of sex from her body. But most of all, she wanted to get out of her disguise before someone looked at her closely in the bright light of day and saw that she was really a man.

Waking through the town, she walked by several places where she could probably have quickly obtained a room to get off of the crowded streets but the thrill of freedom after so many years caused her to keep walking. She like the freedom of not having a locked cell door keeping her within cold unfriendly stone walls, the brightness of the sun illuminating the street, the chatter of people as they went about their business, but most of all, the clean smell of fresh air.

As she walked, she noticed something unusual. Everyone that she made eye contact with appeared to accept her as being "the real thing". Men would look at her with obvious lust in their eyes and several of the men tried to stop her for a "moment of friendly chit- chat, my cute darling". One man changed direction and walked beside her as he immediately began negotiating with her for a "few minutes of your sweet time, my pretty woman". But she quickly convinced him that she wasn't interested in going with him into one of the haylofts in the stables behind most of the buildings; not even for the generous sum that he offered her for a quick romp in the hay. Because she was dressed as a whore and did look like a woman, she knew that the men looking at her expected her to act like a whore so she continued her act as she had practiced within her cell over the last few weeks.

There were a few men that she teasingly looked back at them with the same lustful look in her own eyes; then she would keep walking and laugh to herself as she silently watched them stare at her with obvious desire in their "fooled "eyes. Yeah, from the unabashed horny look on their faces, from their actions as they turned to look at her and from the noticeable bulges within their trousers, it was obvious that they thought that she was really a woman, that they knew that she was a whore and that they knew that she was someone that they could easily rent for an hour or two of cheap bedroom fun.

There were a few men that she looked at with a challenge in her eyes as she silently asked them if they thought that she was a woman; and her confidence in her feminine disguise grew with each silent approval. There were a few men that she looked at and she could sense jealously as they returned her curious look. It was obvious that in the bright light of day, that she was fooling all of the men just as she had fooled the horny guards within the dim lantern illuminated walls of the prison.

Women also treated her as a whore. Righteous women would quickly glance at her with obvious disgust in their eyes and then give her the "cold stare of death" as if they wished for her to turn to stone for her obvious choice of profession. Some of the women with less strict morals would look at her with a catty expression on their face showing that they were thinking "ugly dress and bad hairstyle" but it was obvious that they also thought that she was indeed a woman of the streets. A few women looked at her with a warm gleam in their eyes and a half-smile on their lips as to say, "I know why you are living as a whore because once I also was one". A few whores that she passed looked as her as if to say, "You might be a new girl but stay off of my street, bitch". But most women would act and look away as if she didn't exist. To them, she was invisible and they weren't going to give her the honor of then recognizing her presence on the same street.

After she walked completely through the town and came to the wide fields of the farms bordering the town, she knew that she could continue walking if she desired but instead she turned and went back through town a few more times. She was enjoying being surrounded by normal groups of people again, enjoying having the freedom to go wherever she pleased and most of all, to feel so alive again. It felt so good to be able to go wherever she desired to go and to know that there weren’t any prison's stonewalls to restrict her freedom.

It was no wonder that when she finally decided that it was time to find a hotel room where she could relax for a few hours before she began her long journey to recover George's treasure that she still felt very confident in how she looked and what other people evidently thought about her faked gender. She knew that everyone who had seen her, had accepted her as being a real woman and that her disguise was helping her to blend in so that she could escape.

The Inn that she finally decided upon, didn't want to rent her a room because of the whorish way that she was dressed. But when she pulled out some money that she had stolen from one of the sleeping guards, the greedy Innkeeper quickly relented and gave her a room with an unexpected whispered condition that was probably standard with most whores.

"Don't do your business within my Inn without giving me one- fourth of your earnings. And don't let my wife see you within our home."

Twenty minutes later within the privacy of her rented bedroom, the exhausted but happy Marcia removed the corset that she had been wearing almost constantly for the last month and climbed into a tub of hot water. After taking a slow bath and relaxing for a few minutes within the warm water, it was Eric that climbed out of the tub.

When the clothes had come off before the bath revealing the all- male body, so had the woman's personality faded. Sure, there were still noticeable traces of the red lipstick on Eric's lips and bright red rouge on his cheeks as well as his long hair was still pinned into the woman's hairstyle but it was Eric's personality that was now in control of the body. The personality of Marcia had faded as he had looked as his naked male body and realized that he was now a free man who no longer had to pretend that he was someone else. No longer did he have to be a woman.

Wrapping a big towel around his naked male body to hide the fact that he wasn't really a woman and gathering the clothes, Eric peeped down the hallway to make sure that it was empty before he made a mad dash to his rented room. Once inside the room, he locked the door and pulled back the sheets on his bed. For the first time in seven years, he was going to sleep in a real bed between sheets.

For the first time in seven years, he was free.

A smile formed on his face as he laughed to himself.

“And the reason that I am a free man is because they thought that I was a woman.”

But the smile quickly faded as he added a promise.

“George, I will return as soon as I can to free you. I will do whatever it takes to set you free also, my friend.”

Chapter 6 - Freedom at last

The few hours of comfortable rest in a real bed and the knowledge that he had really escaped the prison did Eric's worn-out brain a lot of good. When he finally awakened about mid-afternoon, he was feeling very mentally and physically refreshed so he knew that he was ready to proceed on the next step of his long journey. Looking at the suitcase that he had carried out of the prison, sitting on the floor beside the bed and the crumpled mess of female clothes dropped on the floor where he had taken them off, Eric grimaced as he silently admitted to himself that he was going to have to dress once again as a woman.

Although he was now out of prison and there wasn't a real reason to continue his impersonation of a woman, he knew that continuing to wear the woman's disguise would make it very difficult for anyone to recognize him as Eric or for the authorities to eventually trace his escape path. After all, if they discovered that he had escaped from the prison, they would be looking for a man, not a woman. Also if he was going to go back home to seek revenge, he would need a foolproof way to blend in among people who had known Eric all of his life so that they didn't immediately recognize him and send him back to jail. And pretending to be a woman from another town would also enable him to possibly get close, without them recognizing him, to the two people who he hated the most in the world so that he could eventually get his revenge. It would be easy to rush back home and to shoot both of them but he wanted them to feel the same intense pain that he had felt for the last seven years because of their betrayal of his trust and love. He wanted his revenge to be total and to fit their crime against him.

Eric had initially thought that he would instantly discard the woman's disguise as soon as he was free from the prison but George had constantly told Eric to continue to pretend to be a woman for as long as he needed to hide his real identity. George had frequently told him that it would be easier to travel dressed as a woman and that he should change into looking like a more proper woman as soon as he could. George had told him that people would look at him and see a woman, not an escaped convict. George had told him that it would be easier to continue to fool people and to get people, especially men, to help as Eric was going after the hidden treasure.

So recognizing that he was going to have to continue to pretend to be Marcia for awhile longer, Eric struggled back into the tight- fitting corset and wished that George was there with him to help him tighten the laces so that he could fit into the already tight dress. When he finally got the breath-restricting corset tightly strapped around his body once again, he slipped into the women's knee-high boots and laced them. Then he opened the suitcase and pulled out the neatly folded layers of petticoats that he would need to also wear for the Nanny dress to look properly respectful.

As the layers of feminine clothes went onto his body, the male personality began fading once again into the hidden recesses of his brain as Marcia's obvious womanly personality began taking charge of his movements once again. As the many soft layers of feminine undergarments were slipped onto his body, the Eric part of his brain continually allowed the Marcia personality to once again become dominate and to take charge of his body again. By the time that the only item of clothing left to put on was the dress, there wasn't any trace of masculinity within the new woman's actions or voice as she softly talked to herself to increase her confidence once again in her new disguise. In less than twenty minutes, Eric had once again transformed not only his appearance but also his male attitude and personality into the Marcia personality. Thus a very respectful looking young woman wearing the Nanny dress sat down in front of the small mirror to begin brushing her long hair before she began to once again put on her makeup to complete that final stage of her transformation.

When the new woman was properly dressed and her hair reasonably coifed to look like she was prepared to be seen in public, she carefully folded the whore dress before she stored it carefully within her suitcase. While she didn't want to resume that profession as a whore again, she knew that until she was far away from here that she didn't know what womanly skills that she might have to use to escape to recover George's treasure.

An hour later, a very prim and proper looking pretty woman carrying the small suitcase came down the stairs to the lobby. It was evident from the confused look on the Innkeeper's face who had seen an obvious whore go up the stairs several hours earlier that he didn't believe that this respectful looking young woman was the same woman.

Using the money that she had stolen from the guard while he slept, she bought a ticket on the coach to a little town that George had frequently described to Eric as they talked about their lives. She knew that she would find a church and within the church would find the map to the treasure. In a little over a month, she would be returning to the prison town but by then she would be very rich and could afford to buy George's freedom.

During the three-day stagecoach and rail journey to the town, Marcia came to a startling conclusion as she constantly mingled with the population who didn't suspect her real gender. She liked being Marcia.

She didn't like being Marcia the slut but she liked being Marcia the young lady in a crowd of normal people.

Although it had been over seven years since Eric had last traveled around the countryside, she remembered that it hadn't been as pleasant as that little sojourn. Most men that she encountered were extremely polite to her and friendly simply because they assumed that she was really nothing more than an attractive woman traveling alone. Most women encountered were either very friendly or very catty because they also believed that the pretty young lady was obviously "one of them". Conversely, Marcia remembered that no one usually noticed Eric or paid any attention to the nondescript young man that had been Eric. Not only was it more pleasant to travel as a woman because of the way that everyone treated her with respect but she also felt very confident in her disguise and knew that no one would ever suspect her of being a man who had just escaped from prison.

Men constantly politely tipped their hats and pleasantly smiled at her while doing their best to curry her favor while those same men would have probably yelled at Eric for getting in their way. Just as she had discovered that she had a power over men when she touched their cocks, she also discovered that she had a new power over men when she smiled at them. It felt good to see them pushing and shoving to create room for her to sit where they wouldn't have given Eric the time of day, much less created room for him to sit next to them on a crowded bench. And when the coach stopped at Inns to change the horses, the men would save a seat for her within the Inn beside them as well as to pay for her meals just for the honor of her presence and were satisfied with a simple reward of her smile. Consequently she was able to save a lot of her limited money as she traveled and the social interaction with everyone gave her even more confidence in her disguise. It was also fun to politely flirt with some of the men knowing that the flirtation would only go as far as she wanted to take it.

During the three day journey to get the map to the treasure, she realized that she felt very comfortable wearing her new clothes as well as she felt extremely comfortable with her new personality. It felt good to be happy again, to occasionally be bubbly and to have the warm sense of sexual enjoyment that all the men around her wanted her to be their woman. That sense of unlimited power over men did a lot to keep her pretending to be a woman as the need to still hide from the police decreased, as she got further away from the prison.

Arriving in the small town, she quickly made her way to the church and found the bread market where George's wife was supposed to be waiting for him. But when she inquired about the status of Lavern, she discovered that George's wife had died shortly after he had been imprisoned. All these years, his wife had been dead and he didn't know it. Instead of going immediately to the church to get the map, she went to the graveyard first and found Lavern's grave. For several minutes, she stood quietly by the grave and prayed for the woman that she had never met because she knew it was something that George would have wanted her to do for him.

"You don't know me. I don't really know myself except that I am extremely lucky to have George as my best friend. He still loves you. Soon he will be free and he can tell you about his life for last twenty-nine years."

When she was finished, she went inside the church and found the pew that he had described.

Getting into the interior of the pew during the middle of the day was going to be difficult so she tried to be circumspect as she sat in the pew and decided what type of tools that she was going to need to break into the furniture. Leaving the church, she went to a nearby Inn and got a room so that she could get some sleep. She would return during the middle of the night with the tools to get the map.

******

It had been a long two weeks since she had taken a hammer back to the church during the middle of the night and removed the hidden treasure map from its hiding place. Although the map revealed the location of the treasure, it was a long journey to a distant island and she didn't have the travel money that she would need to get her there. So it was only a few hours after recovering the map that she began seriously thinking about the only options that she had as she developed her plan as to how she would quickly earn enough money to finance her trip.

She opened the suitcase and removed the whore's dress. In less than an hour after pulling the dress from the suitcase, she was carefully packing the Nanny outfit back into the suitcase where it would stay until she was ready to look respectful once again.

A few minutes later, Marcia the whore was out on the streets earning her money. After all, if she could suck a burly guard's cock for her freedom, she could suck a common farmer's cock for money to buy food and to partially pay for her travel. As a common whore walking the streets at night, she could choose her customers as well as negotiate with the various men as to what personal services she would be willing to do for them. She didn't like what she was going to have to do but recognized that there was still a financial need for her to pretend to be a whore.

The first man that she agreed to service only wanted his cock sucked. Taking his hand to lead him somewhere that they could have a little privacy, she led him into a back alley and wisely refused to do anything to him until he had paid her. Then with his money tucked safely into the folds of her dress, she dropped down on her knees as he happily braced his back solidly against the nearest wall. As she fumbled with overcoming the jitters of being reduced to having to suck men's cocks in a dark alley, she heard the man babbling about how much he liked having a blowjob but grumbled about how his wife would never do that "wifely duty" for him. When her hand tightened around his cock as she guided his hardening manhood toward her mouth, there was a momentary pause as the hidden Eric portion of her mind tried to stop her from "being a damn fool" but that effort by his real personality wasn't as strong as the hunger deep within the new woman's personality to do whatever it took to quickly get to the treasure.

She quickly pushed that part of her personality back into its hiding place and stuffed the man's cock into her mouth. Once she felt the easily recognizable sensation of his warm cockhead pressing against her tongue, she created a daydream within her mind where it was George's cock that she was sucking. With that image firmly controlling her actions, she gave the man the best blowjob that he had probably ever had. Ten minutes later, she was wiping a little excess creamy moisture from her gleaming lips as she laughingly inquired as to the man's desire to spend more time with her.

"How much money do you still have? Would you like for me to do it a second time? Would you like to fuck the best virginal ass in town?"

Going back out onto the streets to search for her next customer, she was feeling all warm and glowing with confidence. Not only had she fooled that farmer into believing that she was a woman but she had also convinced him that it was the best blowjob that he had ever had in his whole life. Now that she had crossed that initial barrier again, she felt more relaxed and at peace with herself. There was a sexy saunter to her walk, a rosy glow in her cheeks, a happy gleam in her eyes, a proud smile on her lips and a husky confidence in her voice as she searched for her next customer. Now that the salty taste of that man's cum was fresh within her mouth, it wouldn't be so difficult to do it again, only to another man.

By daybreak, she was ready to go back to her cheap room to take a quick bath and to finally go to bed. Five blow jobs and one ass fuck hadn't been that difficult after having serviced that first man. Having been very selective in what she agreed to do with her customers as well as extremely selective in which customers to approach with her suggested offers, she had successfully fooled all of them into believing that she had been a whore for most of her adult life.

After sleeping all day, she once again slipped into her whore's dress and began cruising the streets. This time because she was starting her search while it was still early in the evening, she saw a lot of women who knew why she was out on the streets. While the majority of the women that she passed, disdainfully stared at her as if she were nothing but trash, those stern looks only buoyed her confidence in her impersonation. By the time that she picked up her first male customer of the evening, she was feeling so chipper about her successful portrayal that she would probably have serviced him for free if she hadn't needed the money so desperately. For the rest of the long night, she walked the streets, stopping men who were obviously looking for "someone like you" and made them an offer that they found difficult to decline. By the time that she finished walking out of a dark alley for the last time because the sunrise was beginning to fill the skies with a warm glow, she had taken on twelve different men and made them happier. One of them afterwards had even given her a few Francs’ more than they originally bargained because of her skill in satisfying his needs.

After only two nights of being a prostitute, she had earned enough money to finance her trip to the area where the treasure was hidden so as soon as she returned to her cheap room, she put the whore dress back into the suitcase. After cleaning her body, she once again became a respectable looking Lady as she once again dressed in the Nanny outfit. Although she had earned her money in only two nights, she knew that it would have taken Eric at least three weeks of hard manual labor to earn that same amount of money. There were some benefits to being a whore whenever you wanted to be one.

Going immediately to the stables, she purchased a seat on the first coach headed out of town in the direction that she needed to travel. As soon as she was safely on board the coach, she fell asleep but there was a smile on her face. Although she had worked hard all night and had done things to men that Eric certainly wouldn't have done, Marcia had secretly enjoyed her long night of sexual activities with all those men.

After two long weeks of travel by coach, by boat and by hired wagon, she finally arrived at the coast area marked on the map. During her long journey, she had run out of money once and had again dug the whore dress out one more time to earn some more money. Then one of the gentlemen that had been on the boat had also tried to seduce the young Nanny. Recognizing that she would never see him again and that sometimes even respectful young women act like whores, she let the obviously financially secure gentleman pay for the rest of her ticket in return for a few minutes down on her knees between his spread legs out behind the barn.

By the time that she arrived in the small town closest to the island marked on the treasure map, she had been Marcia for so long that it was difficult to remember when she was Eric. While she was now at her destination where she would be alone for several days as she searched for the treasure, she chose to stay in character as Marcia. After all, after a few weeks of seeing her feminine-looking new face in the mirror, she knew that anyone who saw the long-haired Eric dressed in men's clothes would think that he probably was a woman wearing men's clothing. She was convinced that she looked more like a woman than a man and that it was better for her if she continued her gender masquerade until she had achieved all of her goals for revenge and obtaining George's freedom.

She rented a small one-person sailboat and began sailing along the unpopulated islands just off the coast. She quickly found the island and within a few hours found the spot where the treasure was supposed to be buried.

******

She was rich beyond her wildest dreams. She had never seen as many jewels or gold. There were more riches hidden in the several chests than she could spend in a lifetime. While George had told her that there was a lot of treasure hidden, he hadn't told her how much there was. George had stolen the accumulated riches of another pirate who had been very successful. And the hidden fortune was half hers according to George. All she had to do was to get it back to the mainland and then sell a little of it to raise some cash; then use the cash to travel back to the prison to free George and then she would be free to return to Eric's home to get his revenge upon Tricia and Jon.

The next hour was spent dividing the treasure into two equal halves. When that was finished, she reburied the half that belonged to George, taking out of his half only enough that she thought that she would need to bribe the prison guards to let him escape. Taking about one-tenth of her half to her rented boat, she spent several hours moving the rest of her share to another part of the island and burying her treasure in a different location. That way if anyone else knew about