The Cabin – Poor Mountain Virginia – 1957

“I asked you if you have anything to drink?” Randy repeated himself.

The woman seemed to have gone into a fugue as if she was daydreaming.

Ashley shook her head, clearing the memories of what had happened in Paris after the war from her mind. She needed to keep her composure and if possible conceal her true identity from this man.

“There is beer in the fridge and liquor in the cabinet over there,” Ashley pointed to a small sideboard.

“I’ll take a beer and a shot,” Randy walked over to a window and looked out and thought to himself that he had found the perfect hideout.

Ashley suddenly realised that the man was expecting her to get his drinks. She thought it best not to antagonise him. He was about her age, tall, good looking and muscular. There was blood on his clothes but he didn’t appear to be badly wounded. Quite the opposite, he appeared to be very fit and she would be no match for him in a fight.

Randy took her place on the couch when Ashley arose to get the drinks. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air and Randy studied her as she made her way to the liquor cabinet. He saw her glance longingly at the door and he smiled.

“You have nowhere to run lady. You wouldn’t last a day in the woods dressed like that and anyway I’d find you,” Randy said menacingly as he continued to study her.

He liked the way she moved gracefully across the room and the way spoke with her accent-less sultry inflection. His eyes were drawn to her legs which were long and shapely encased in sheer, almost translucent stockings with dark backseams and Cuban heels. Her waist was cinched tight, her skirtsuit fitted her nicely and when she bent over to take a bottle of liquor from the cabinet her rounded ass looked magnificent. The kick pleat in the back of her skirt opened a little and he could make out the gauzy welts of her stocking tops.

She was easy on the eye that was for sure, her face expertly embellished with makeup. Smoky eyes delineated with mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow which drew attention to her emerald green orbs, her high cheekbones rouged, her lips full and plump coated with red lipstick, the bangs of her shoulder length brunette bob framed her visage. The only flaw that defied conventional beauty was that she was flat chested, with just the merest suggestion of breasts. Not that Randy cared, he was a leg and ass man.

He once again pondered why a woman would be dressed like that, alone in a cabin, miles from anywhere.

“I think I have it figured,” Randy said to Ashley who had her back to him pouring two glasses of malt whiskey.

“You may or may not be married but you're up here in this cabin to meet a lover and you are dressed like that to greet him when he gets here. I’m not going to surprised by some Lothario am I… what’s your name again?” Randy asked.

“You never asked. It’s Ashley and you couldn’t be further from the truth,” Ashley sighed as she made her way to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer which she opened and poured into two glasses.

She put the beer and the whiskey on a tray and carried it back to the couch and placed it on the coffee table. When she bent down to do so Randy looked down her blouse and confirmed that her breasts were almost non-existent, the cups were probably a size A.

There was nowhere else to sit so Ashley sat down beside him but sidled up to the edge of the couch putting as much distance as she could between herself and Randy. She was terrified but calm. Her years of army training had taught Ashley that fear was normal in a crisis but it could be tamed and even used to focus on the problem at hand.

“There is no husband and no boyfriend. I come up here for the solitude,” she whispered and downed her whiskey in one gulp and washed it down with a mouthful of beer.

“Well we will see about that I suppose but if a boyfriend does turn up I’ll be ready for him,” Randy patted the .45 that he had put on the table, easily within reach if needed.

“Are you bleeding?” Ashley decided to turn the subject away from what she was doing alone in the cabin.

“Nah, but this shirt and these pants are sticky with blood. You don’t need to know why but I could use a change of clothes,” Randy sipped his beer.

“Well I have no men’s clothes here to offer you,” the lie slipped easy off her tongue.

The man would have said something if he found Ashton’s clothes locked in the trunk under the bed when he searched the cabin.

“Well it looks like I’m stuck with the clothes I’m wearing but I stink and have blood all over me. I saw a tin bath hanging outside on the side of the shed. I’m going to bring it in here while you warm some water. I’ll take a bath while you wash my clothes,” Randy drained his glass and smiled insolently at Ashley.

Ashley paled at the prospect of having a naked man in the cabin with her but there wasn’t much she could do about it but comply.

“I’ll draw water while you get the bath. I’ll have to hand wash your clothes in the sink and dry them in front of the hearth,” Ashley said, acceding to Randy’s demands.

Randy stuffed the pistol in his belt and took the sawn-off shotgun with him when he went outside to get the bath down from the shed wall and dragged it inside. Ashley put pots of water on the stove and in the big pot suspended on the forged iron trivet over the open fireplace while Randy dragged the tin bath into the cabin. The temperature outside had fallen as the evening approached and it was getting dark.

“You still haven’t told me your name,” Ashley said as she fetched soap and towels from the cupboard.

“Randall but everyone calls me Randy,” Randy helped himself to more liquor while he watched Ashely go about her chores.

“I should go into the bedroom while you wash,” Ashley said when the water had reached a suitable temperature.

“No fucking way doll. You stay right here where I can see you. You can wash my clothes in the sink with your back to me if you're embarrassed,” Randy began to undress.

Ashley busied herself filling the bath with warm water and pouring the remainder into a basin in the sink. She kept her eyes averted while Randy stripped and lowered himself into the bath. She did notice that he dragged the same little stool she used to put her shaving mirror on beside the bath and rested his .45 on it and Randy looked at her and patted the gun, reminding her that it was close at hand.

She took off her jacket and rolled up her sleeves and began to wash Randy’s bloodstained shirt, the water turning pink as soon as she began to knead it. Ashley was no expert when it came to washing clothes by hand, except for rinsing her nylons and sometimes her lingerie in the sink. She took her clothes home to be washed in the washing machine and anything requiring drycleaning was given to Lily Dalgliesh who handled that for a small fee.

Randy luxuriated in the warm soapy water with his feet sticking up out of the bubbles and replayed the day’s events. Except for Dexter getting shot the bank robbery had been successful. He hadn’t had a chance to count the cash yet but he knew that he had quite a haul and one byproduct of his brother getting shot was that he wouldn’t have to split it. He’d also been able to give Darleen Coulter a farewell fuck and that was nice. Now he had a great place to hide out and some rather pleasant company to keep him occupied while he did so.

His mind drifted back to Darleen Coulter wearing her pencil-skirted suit and nylons and heels, perched on the edge of the bank manager’s desk with her legs wide open as he fucked her. Her nylon-swathed calves caressing his flanks, her heels locked behind his back, the sensation of his balls pressing against the crotch of her silk drawers, her flaming red hair in disarray and her head thrown back in lust as he thrust his substantial member in and out of her slick cunt.

He began to become concupiscent.

Randy swivelled his neck to watch Ashley with her back to him at the sink. Her prim rounded ass stretched the fabric of her skirt across her buttocks, the little kick pleat revealing a tantalising glimpse of stockingtop. Her pins, sheathed in the diaphanous nylons with the seam running straight down the back of her legs were a delight to behold and those four-inch high heels were titillating.

Randy took himself in hand and began to stroke his cock while he leered at the pretty petite woman, his imagination running wild. It seemed strange to him that a woman as good looking as her was unmarried and didn’t have a boyfriend… or so she said.

“Ashley! Get over here!” Randy called out.

Ashley froze with her back to Randy. Her hands were in the soapy water and she clutched Randy’s shirt desperately because she guessed what was coming. Ashley knew that she was a good looking woman because she had been told so many times by Dan and Bob and many of the patrons at Vive la Différence in Paris all those years ago and she had aged gracefully. Randall Mitchell was a bank robber wearing bloody clothes who was armed to the teeth and quite demanding. Ashley guessed that he would get around to demanding more from her than just domestic duties.

It wasn’t so much the thought of being forced to provide sexual services to this man as it was what would happen when he discovered that she was a transvestite. Would she disgust him? Would he beat her? Would he shoot her?

“I said get your ass over here!” Randy growled and banged the butt of his pistol on the stool.

Ashley kept her eyes averted and slowly made her way over to the bath.

“There’s a good girl now go and get me another drink doll,” Randy’s voice changed from being demanding to being conciliatory but Ashley wasn’t fooled.

She went over to the cabinet and poured a generous shot into Randy’s glass and brought it back and put it on the stool. She turned away intending to go back to the sink when Randy’s hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist.

“While you are here you can wash my back,” Randy said, the words thick in his mouth.

The tension in the small cabin was building. Both occupants were aware of it but only one of them was terrified by it but Ashley knew that she had no choice but to comply. Her best chance of remaining undiscovered was to be submissive and use her skills to satisfy Randy’s urges whilst keeping on her clothes.

She got down on her knees and reached for the washcloth and dipped it in the warm water and soaped it up and then she began to massage Randy’s shoulders with it whilst trying her best to keep out of his reach. She had seen his organ, bloated and steely hard, sticking up out of the foam and she knew that Randy was sexually stimulated and the alcohol had diminished his inhibitions.

“That’s nice,” Randy leaned back in the tub and relaxed as Ashley washed his shoulders.

She was not being gentle about it but Randy enjoyed the feeling of her fingers digging into his flesh. Randy opened his eyes and looked sideways at the hand holding the washcloth. Ashley had long elegant fingers tipped with long manicured fingernails painted with red nailpolish that matched her lipstick. He imagined what they might feel like elsewhere on his body.

Ashley was concentrating on kneading Randy’s broad muscular shoulders, trying to keep her eyes averted from the rest of his body. It had been ten years since she had last touched a man. When the compunction to crossdress returned and Ashley began to creep into Ashton Bellamy’s psyche she had made a pact with herself. She would only express her femininity in private and alone. Release would be provided by her own hand or the dildo she kept in the bedside table. After what happened to her in Paris she would never again allow herself to be manipulated by men.

Randy took Ashely’s hand and guided it to his chest and she cooperated and began to massage his muscled torso. She had to reach around his body to do so. It was not only awkward, it strained her lower back so she had no choice but to kneel-walk sideways so she could reach the far side of his chest. She was now kneeling beside him, reaching across his body so she could massage his left shoulder.

The closeness of this attractive, provocative woman, the sent of her perfume, her stoic obedience roused Randy’s already stimulated libido. His cock rose out of the frothy water like a sturdy plinth and Ashley could no longer pretend that she hadn’t seen it. She was aware that Randy’s pistol was now within reach, sitting on the stool beside his glass of liquor. She could grab it, point it at him and tell him to leave.

But would he?

He might laugh at her, thinking she was some housewife who had never handled a gun. He might lunge for it causing either one of them to be accidently shot or he might just simply call her bluff and refuse to leave. In any event it was a decision she never got to make.

Randy made a bold move.

He pulled Ashley’s face to his and kissed her and used his other hand to direct her fingers to his swollen phallus. Ashley froze and let Randy kiss her. He tasted of cigarettes and whiskey and his face was stubbled but his lips were soft and his tongue was tenacious. He crushed his lips against hers and drove his tongue into Ashley’s mouth. Ashley could pretend all she liked that she was caught by surprise but she guessed this was coming. A handsome, virile, ruthless criminal and a pretty, subservient, provocatively dressed woman alone in a cabin far from the outside world was a recipe that would likely lead to only one consequence.

Ashley allowed Randy to kiss her, kneeling motionlessly over the tub, her face pressed to his. His loins thrust against her loosely clenched fingers but she made no attempt to grasp his erect phallus. She would be subservient but not complicit. Randy stopped clutching at her head and began to stroke her hair as he kissed her. He stopped thrusting against her hand which loosely held his erect manhood. He seemed to have decided to curb his aggression.

In a way Ashley wished he hadn’t. She would be able to justify her actions had Randy forced himself on her but now his kisses, whilst still passionate, were affectionate rather than demanding. He softly stroked her hair and then he caressed her cheek. His tongue languidly explored her mouth, his cock lay still, but fiercely rampant in her limp fingers.

Randy’s surge of rapine intent had dissipated and he felt a strange comforting longing for this woman to comply and accede to his desires or maybe even find him appealing and actively participate in the carnality but she remained strangely complacent.

He was about to let Ashley go. He might be an armed robber and a hostage taker but he was no rapist, when suddenly he felt a spark of salaciousness from her.

Ashley lightly brushed her tongue against Randy’s lips, slowly investigating them. Then she swirled her tongue in small circles and lightly flicked them. She put her arm around his shoulder and leaned in closer and eased her tongue into Randy’s mouth. He tasted the sweetness of her breath and her perfume was almost cloying but it was overpoweringly stimulating. Randy held her close but didn’t clutch and slowly the kiss became impassioned.

When Ashley took his swollen member into her hand and began to slowly masturbate him, Randy groaned into her mouth and his whole body shuddered. The kiss became more wanton and demanding, both of them crushing their lips together and intertwining their tongues. Ashley’s fingers drawing up and down Randy’s throbbing erection, deliberately slow and delightfully dissolutely. As beads of pre-ejaculate began to ooze from the eye Ashley rubbed them into Randy’s fraenulum and around the corona of his glans.

Ashley’s libido began to awaken after many years of dormancy. She could feel her cock becoming distended, pressing against the gusset of her satin panties where it was tucked. She knew from experience that it would soon become painful but to slip a hand under her skirt now might arouse Randy’s suspicion or maybe he might just think she was a woman giving her slit a quick rub to stimulate herself.

Either way she had no choice but to relieve the pressure building in the crotch of her undergarment. She rubbed Randy’s cock a little harder and faster causing him to moan longingly into her mouth and close his eyes as the pleasure radiated from his groin. Ashley took advantage and slipped her free and under her skirt and freed her burgeoning erection so that it tented her panties but remained out of Randy’s sight. Once the task was completed she put her free hand to good use and cupped Randy’s scrotum and coddled his testes while her other hand moved up and down his sleek shaft.

Their tongues were intertwined and Randy was gasping with every breath he took, such was the intensity of his ardour. Ashley continued to edge him, bringing him to the verge of extremis and then backing off. She was now fully committed to pleasuring her captor and she had to admit that she was enjoying every second of it.

Randy’s body began to quiver and his gasps became moans as he held Ashley even tighter, ferociously slithering his tongue in her mouth, his lips crushed against hers, his hips rising up out of the bathwater as his orgasm approached and Ashley, sensing Randy was at extremis, whipped her hand up and down his cock, the foamy lather acting as lubricant.

“Now!” Randy groaned and Ashley broke the kiss long enough to watch the first spurt of scalding semen erupt from Randy’s cock.

He pulled her face back to his and kissed her with ferocity as his cock exploded in her hand. She felt it quivering and freshets of warm semen spattered along her arm. She smiled around the kiss. Ashley was proud of her accomplishment and secretly delighted that she had not lost the skills she had developed in Paris. Even better, her true identity remained a secret. She had succumbed to the inevitable but had been able to keep her uniqueness undisclosed.

Ashley’s cock was as hard as Randy’s and she would have loved to slide her hand under her skirt and relieve the tension. It would only take a few quick strokes but she daren't. She responded to Randy’s kisses and continued to stroke his cock until it ceased ejaculating and then she let it fall flat against his belly, broke the kiss and disengaged.

“Where are you going?” Randy asked as Ashley began to stand up.

“I’m going to finish washing your clothes and then I’m going to hang them up. There’s a razor on the stool that I use to shave my legs if you want to shave,” Ashley’s voice was flat and uncaring.

“You don’t want to talk about what just happened?” Randy was confused by Ashley’s demeanour.

She had been reluctant at first but there was no doubt that she had been an active participant in what had just occurred. Those passionate kisses were not faked and her ministrations to his penis were consentient. He had given Ashley the opportunity to disengage but she had actively participated in their act of carnality.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You're a big strong man and I’m a diminutive woman and we are alone in this place miles from anywhere. You can do with me as you will so I chose the least offensive means to satisfy the needs you were invariably going to press on me,” Ashley tried her best to sound like the wounded party, as much to appease her own guilty conscience as to obfuscate her actions and make Randy feel culpable.

“Look, I’m not sure what’s going on here lady but you are crazy if you think I’m buying that you didn’t just enjoy what you did. I think you are some frustrated spinster who let her lust take over her reticence and now you're blaming me,” Randy huffed.

“Go back to washing my clothes and when you're finished you can make me something to eat,” Randy sniped and reached for his drink.

“And find me something to wear while my clothes dry,” he called after her as Ashley retired back to the kitchen sink, her erection slowly subsiding.

After washing and rinsing Randy’s clothes Ashley put them on a clothes rack in front of the hearth to dry and went into the bedroom. Her male attire was still hidden in the locked trunk under the bed but to bring them out would require an explanation and in any case they would be too small for Randy to wear. She opened her armoire and eventually settled on a silk robe that Randy could wear while his clothes dried.

She went back into the main room and lay the robe on the stool next to the bath and turned her back while Randy dried himself and put on the robe.

“This feels very nice, I can understand why women wear clothes like this,” Randy picked up his glass and his pistol and made his way to the kitchen.

“If you only knew,” Ashley whispered to herself.

It was now full dark and it had been long day for both occupants of the small cabin.

“What’s for dinner, doll?” Randy asked, taking another beer from the refrigerator.

It was a bizarre situation, both of them behaving as if what had occurred in the bath only moments ago hadn’t happened. Randy began to drain the bath while Ashley checked the refrigerator.

“I have steak if you want it,” Ashely sighed.

She wanted the ordeal to be over. Randy had come dangerously close to discovering who Ashley actually was and it was only Ashley’s quick thinking, masturbating Randy to relieve his libidinousness, that had prevented him from exploring her body further and exposing her secret. She secretly congratulated herself for being able to continue the ruse thus far, as it had been many years since Ashley had been out in public or engaged with another person whilst presenting herself femme.

“Steak sounds wonderful. Do you have a spare toothbrush?” Randy popped the beer, poured it into a glass and walked over to the bath.

Having drained the bath and taken it outside and hung it on the side of the generator shack cum tool shed, Randy came back inside to find that Ashley had placed a toothbrush and toothpaste next to his glass of beer. He stood beside her at the sink brushing his teeth while she prepared the steak and vegetables on the counter beside him. Water was boiling in a pot on the stove and a skillet was sitting over an open flame ready to grill the steak.

Ashley put the prepared vegetables in the pot and set the table while Randy resumed his position on the couch, sipping beer and smoking a cigarette watching Ashley go about her chores.

“Aren't we the domesticated couple,” Randy chuckled watching Ashley intently.

She had taken the time to touch up her makeup, freshen her perfume and brush her hair between chores and had rolled down her sleeves and put on her jacket.

“Well if you call being held hostage and forced to give my captor a handjob domesticated, I suppose it is,” Ashley replied sarcastically.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” Randy guffawed.

Ashley was pouring herself a glass of wine and she froze mid pour.

Those were the exact words that Dominique had said to her after she had been deflowered by Sergent Daniel Salter in Paris all those years ago. She recalled the months of living with the threat of being exposed to the army by Sergeants Daniel Salter and Robert Dunlop who every night took their turn with her and Dominique in that little rundown apartment. She remembered the debauchery that took place on those evenings followed by the angst and anxiety that followed the next day.

Ashley turned to Randy with her resolve set to bring this farce to a conclusion and to accept the consequences.

“You look like someone has just walked over your grave,” Randy said with seemingly genuine concern.

“What you said. It brings back memories. Some of them pleasant and some of them not so pleasant,” Ashley admitted.

“Well Ashley, reminiscing isn’t going to cook my dinner,” Randy’s concern vanished and he became his confident ebullient self.

Ashley’s resolve to expose her true identity crumbled. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it so she went about setting the table and put the steak on the skillet. She was once again struck by the bizarreness of the situation. She was behaving like some sort of housewife pandering to her spouse, drawing him a bath, washing his clothes, fetching him something to wear, pouring him drinks and cooking his dinner. She didn’t want to think about the sex because she guessed there would be more to follow. She doubted that a man like Randy would be satisfied with just hand relief.

The charade continued as they sat at the table with dinner before them, sipping wine.

“So Ashley, you tell me you have no husband or boyfriend and that you come here for the solitude. Tell me more about yourself and how a lady as lovely as yourself has not found herself a beau,” Randy said around a mouthful of steak.

When Ashton had returned home after the war he was committed to never again allowing Ashley to usurp his conscience. If he could rid himself of her entirely he would have done so but the best he could do was to imprison her in his subconscious and suppress any memories of her.

He went to work at a financial institution and used the G.I. Bill to fund a college education and worked his way up the corporate ladder to become a finance manager at his firm which expanded across the US during the postwar period which was marked by economic prosperity, technological innovation, and a significant shift in societal values and priorities.

He became comfortably well-off and married an attractive woman named Jeannie for whom he felt a fond affection which he mistook for love. They had no children but lived a happy life with Ashton working long hours at the office while Jeannie enjoyed the privileges, advantages and the social life that came with being married to a man of reasonable wealth.

Jeannie did think it strange that Ashton prefer they make love while she was dressed in her lingerie and nylons, sometimes insisting that she leave on her heels but she supposed that it was some sort of fetish. He was an attentive and vigorous lover, although they failed to procreate which neither of them really minded.

Ashton inherited his father’s cabin in Poor Mountain and spent some money renovating and improving it but Jeannie hated it there, preferring the bright lights and bustle of the city. Ashton was no outdoorsman but he loved the seclusion of the cabin and spent many days and nights there by himself gathering his thoughts. He and Jeannie began to drift apart and after an amicable divorce, in which he left his big house to Jeannie, he moved into a modest apartment and became more reclusive.

Then came the fateful day that Ashley had emerged from his subconscious whilst he was riding that streetcar, silently admonishing a young lady for her slovenly appearance and slowly Ashley became the dominant personality and Ashton once again surrendered to the irresistible urge to present as a woman. The cabin was her refuge. Her safe space which had now been violated by this ruffian.

Ashley concocted a story based on the truth so as not to be caught out in any details that Randy might ask about.

She said that she had been a WAC serving as a clerk in the financial services corps and had served in France after the war ended and on returning to the US she pursued a career in finance management working for a large financial institution. She was divorced with no children and had inherited the cabin from her father as she was an only child. She had remained a spinster and came to the cabin as often as she could to get away from the city and the unwanted attention of men who only wanted her for one thing.

“Ok, I can buy all that but that doesn’t explain why you are dressed the way you are and why I can’t find any outdoor clothing or fishing and hunting gear,” Randy was not easily dissuaded.

“Those days are gone. I come here for the peace and quiet but I believe that a lady should always dress like one. I’m no fan of trousers, capris, culottes or jeans. I have a pair of jeans, a work shirt and a pair of sensible shoes for when I need to work outside but a woman should dress like a woman,” Ashley sensed the irony in her response but she remained straightlaced.

“Well I can’t say I disagree with you, although you could make a better show of your bust,” Randy drained his glass and Ashley blushed.

The meal was finished. Ashley had ate sparingly but Randy had eaten everything on his plate and drank half a bottle of wine. She got up to clear away and Randy look a bottle and two glasses over to the couch.

“So what do you do to while away the time? Do you knit or sew? I don’t see any sewing or knitting baskets,” Randy continued to question Ashley and she was becoming discomfited.

“I read. I listen to my record collection. I listen to the radio and there is plenty to do to keep the place clean and tidy. I sometimes bring work up here so I can do my job without being bothered,” Ashley told the truth although she omitted the part where she tried on different outfits and masturbated often, sometimes using the dildo in her bedside table to amuse and gratify her needs.

“The radio! Good idea. I wanna listen to the news,” Randy went over and switched on the radio and tuned it to a local news station.

Two men held up the Broughton Savings and Loan at Martinsville today. One of the men got away with an undisclosed but rumoured to be substantial amount of cash, the other man who was shot by a security guard, was captured at the Sydnorsville hospital. Police are asking local residents to be on the lookout for a man named Randall Mitchell who is driving a red Ford Thunderbird although they believe he may have already crossed the state line into North Carolina…

“I knew Dexter would rat me out but they took the bait,” a sinister smile crossed Randy’s face.

Ashley looked at him quizzically.

“My brother Dexter told the cops I’m heading to Raleigh where we have a hideout,” Randy explained.

“That’s how you got all that blood on your clothes, it’s your brother’s,” Ashley mused and Randy nodded.

“And you used a red Thunderbird for your getaway car? I didn’t think you would be that dumb, you seem pretty smart to me,” Ashley commented.

“It was pretty dumb I suppose,” Randy chuckled and turned off the radio.

He perused the record collection beside it and selected a record and put it on the platter. The opening stanza of Sam Cooke’s You Send Me loomed from the speaker of the Philco tabletop record player.

“Come dance with me,” Randy smiled at Ashley and opened his arms.

He was obviously a little drunk but Ashley couldn’t help being taken by how handsome he was. Ashley hadn’t danced with a man for years. Not since those days at Vive la Différence. Dancing around the cabin by herself didn’t count. She too had had quite a bit to drink and with her defences lowered she got up and allowed Randy to take her in his arms.

They danced in the floorspace between the couch and the hearth. Restricted by space and both a little drunk it was more of a shuffle than it was a waltz, Randy holding Ashley close, swaying in time with the music. Once again Randy was mesmerised my Ashley’s beauty and the scent of her perfume. Her diminutive form fitted perfectly against him. He did wish that she was wearing a colourful gown rather than her charcoal skirtsuit and her lack of cleavage was evident as they pressed their bodies together. Randy could feel that her brassiere cups held scant offerings but as he had plainly stated, he was ‘an ass and leg man’ anyway.

Ashley couldn’t help but feel comfortable being wrapped in Randy’s arms and being held close. It had been so long since she had experienced this that she had forgot how comfortable it felt and how the experience enhanced her femininity. It made her acutely aware of the delicious feel of the garments on her body. Her tightly cinched waist, the silky softness of her undergarments on her skin, the exquisite feel of nylon stockings on her freshly-shaved legs, the smell and taste of her cosmetics and perfume, the soft caress of her hair on her neck. She doubted that ‘real’ women delighted in this as much as she did because to them it was a daily occurrence but to Ashley it was an existential experience.

When Randy pressed his lips against hers she didn’t resist. She was aware that he was naked under the silk robe and she could feel the delineation of his muscled body against hers and was aware that he was becoming tumescent. His lips were soft and his tongue gently probed her mouth. He had moved his hands from her waist to her buttocks and was gently squeezing them as the couple swayed to the music.

Ashley made the decision then and there to let Randy find out her secret for himself and damn the consequences. She returned his kisses and locked her hands behind his neck and pressed her body against his as Randy began to gather the fabric of her skirt and slide it up her legs so that he had access to her lower extremities. When one of his hands slid under the hem and began to stroke her thighs, his fingers stroking the welts of her stockings and fiddling with the garter snaps, she didn’t resist or complain. When his other hand fondled the lace edge on the legholes of her panties before cupping her buttock she knew that soon the ruse would be up.

Randy was surprised that Ashley was allowing him to fondle her and return his kisses. He’d expected the same resistance that he had encountered when he was in the bath pressing his needs on her. He figured that she would attempt to fight him off then submit but this woman was an enigma and he began to suspect that she was telling the truth about not having a man in her life and he guessed that she secretly craved the attention of a man such as he; a handsome villainous stranger.

When his hand slid between her legs expecting to find a dewy cleft encased in lace-fringed satin he was surprised to find a semi-turgid penis lying snug along her perineum held in place by the tight-fitting satin panties. Randy was instantly enlightened and everything started to make sense.

They stopped swaying, although the song had long finished and the only sound coming from the record player was the scratch of the needle against vinyl.

Ashley screwed her eyes shut and waited for Randy to hit her or throw her across the room or worse. When nothing of the sort eventuated she took a step back and primly tugged at her skirt, pulling it back in place. She waited for Randy to begin ranting or at least say something but he remained stoic and simply stood there looking at her with a bemused look on his face that she took for alcohol induced stupefaction.

“I’m sure you have never met anyone like me before,” Ashley whispered and immediately felt stupid for opening with such a droll remark.

“Oh honey you are so wrong,” the look on Randy’s face changed from bemusement to amusement.

“Come sit with me and I’ll tell you a little story,” Randy took her hand led her to the couch where Ashley sat with her ass perched on the edge, ready to try to flee if Randy suddenly became violent but he remained calm and poured them both a drink.

Randy lit a cigarette and began to tell his story.

Roanoke River Correctional Facility – 1953

Randall Mitchell was convicted of a Class Five felony and sent to a minimum security prison as part of his plea deal. He would serve two years and then become eligible for parole and his intention was to keep his nose clean and do his time quietly without getting involved in anything illegal or breaking the code of conduct. During his first week of incarceration a prison bully had tried to stand over Randy and Randy had put him in the infirmary. The prisoner’s creed meant that the severely wounded punk kept his mouth shut but word got around that Randall Mitchell was not to be fucked with and was best left alone. Randy enjoyed being left alone to serve his time in peace.

Although Roanoke River Correctional Facility was minimum security and housed prisoners whose crimes were at the lower end of the felony spectrum it still housed some inmates who used coercion or violence to get what they wanted. Some of the prisoners had formed a loose association, that whilst not as egregious as the prison gangs in higher security prisons, they exerted significant influence over inmate life and engaged in various criminal activities.

Desmond Rutter was the man at the top of the association and he used whatever tactics were necessary to ensure that he lived a comfortable life inside the facility. He and his cohorts ran whatever scams they could get away with. Desmond was kicking back half of his profits to Captain Tony Truveen, the senior correctional officer, so the other corrections officers gave Desmond the latitude he needed. Some of the inmates were convicted of so called white collar crimes and came from wealthy backgrounds and Desmond targeted them, extorting protection money and coercing them to use their outside influences to his advantage.

Desmond lived in a cell that was as well appointed as any hotel room and wanted for nothing. He smuggled in cigarettes, booze and other niceties to keep him and his cohorts as comfortable as possible and sold the excess on the prison’s black market.

‘Nancy’ Elsher, whose real first name was Nathan, was a young inmate who had the privilege of running the commissary. He was nicknamed Nancy because he was outwardly gay and had a feminine voice but this was tolerated by the other inmates because of his employment. He was able to acquire bootleg items and sell them on. He was also protected by Desmond Rutter because most of Desmond’s contraband came in through the commissary and the guards were paid well to look the other way.

Twenty-year-old Nancy was of sleight build and had an effeminate disposition. He’d grown out his naturally blonde hair and was gregarious and flirtatious but he did not get involved sexually with other inmates, some of whom had decided that being gay-for-the-stay was better than not getting any sex at all. Desmond Rutter was not among those who dallied with prison homosexuality but the one thing he couldn’t acquire and desperately wanted was female companionship.

Nancy made the mistake of taking on a female role in one of the prison theatre productions and with access to ladies apparel and cosmetics through the commissary, actually presented as a passable gal. Most of the inmates had a good laugh at Nancy, the play was a farce after all, but some of them had very immoral thoughts about the character that Nancy played. One of those was Desmond Rutter who would never indulge in unsavoury behaviour with a masculine man but thought that Nancy would make a nice substitute for a real woman and decided that Nancy should become his prison wife.

Randy was working in the prison laundry when Nathan Elsher approached him. They were alone in the folding room, the rattle and hum of the big clothes dryers made it hard for anyone passing to hear what they were saying.

“I need your help,” Nancy got straight to the point.

Nancy was dressed in denim prison fatigues and he fiddled nervously with the tail of his shirt.

“Go see Desmond. Don’t you work for him?” Randy continued to fold sheets, he wasn’t interested in prison politics.

“I can’t. He’s the problem and his cronies are loyal,” Nancy replied, looking around nervously.

“There are plenty of guys in here who don’t work for Desmond and don’t like him. Go and see one of them,” Randy replied.

“Please Randy. You are one of the few men in here who Desmond is scared of. He told me himself that he wouldn’t want to get into a tussle with you,” Nancy’s voice had taken on a pleading tone that was beginning to annoy Randy but his interest was piqued by Nancy’s comment that Desmond feared him.

“What’s your problem?” Randy finally relented.

“You saw the play? You saw that I played Judy, the female lead?” Nancy asked.

Randy had seen the comedy-farce and he had enjoyed it, even though most of the inmates couldn’t act for shit, most of them overplaying their parts or stumbling through the production continually forgetting their lines. There were three female roles, all acted out by male inmates. The other two actors playing women were unconvincing, looking like linebackers in drag, but Nancy had presented very convincingly and Randy had to admit to thinking that if ‘Judy’ were a real woman he’d fuck her at the drop of a hat.

“Yeah, you did a great job,” Randy grunted, intent on folding the mountain of sheets stacked on the table.

“I did too good a job as it turns out. Look, outside I dallied in crossdressing and I know that I can look reasonably convincing but it’s not really my thing,” Nancy started to explain and Randy gave him a disgruntled look to show that he was impatient.

“Anyway after the show a couple of guys hit on me. They even offered me money to dress up as Judy and go to their cells but of course I declined. Then I got summoned to see Desmond Rutter,” Nancy continued.

“Get on with it Nancy, I haven’t got all day,” Randy growled.

“Desmond told me that I was to become his prison wife. I was to be in his cell every night before lights out presenting as Judy and… well you can guess the rest,” Nancy began to sob.

“Looks like you got yourself into a real conundrum there Nancy. You run the commissary and it’s no secret that you're Desmond’s connection to the outside, bringing in his contraband and now he wants more than just your collaboration. You shouldn’t have done such a good job playing that Judy chick,” Randy chuckled.

“What the fuck do you expect me to do about it?” Randy picked another sheet up off the pile.

“Everyone else is shit scared of Desmond but if you spoke to him and told him to lay off me I bet he’d do it. I’d make it worth your while. I can get almost anything brought in through the commissary and I’ll give you a good price and I can pad the script on your commissary account,” Nancy had stopped sobbing and was now pleading.

“Look Nancy, I’d like to help you out but I keep myself to myself. I have one year to go and I just wanna do my time quietly,” Randy said with finality.

“Please Randy. Can you imagine what that brute is going to do to me and it won’t be a one-off. He said I’m going to his prison wife for fuck sake,” Nancy begged.

“Sorry, I can’t help you,” Randy turned his back on Nancy and opened one of the driers.

Back in his cell later that afternoon Randy ruminated on what Nancy had said to him. Randy hated bullies and detested Desmond Rutter. He felt sorry for Nancy who had bargained with devil and now had to pay the consequences. He thought about it long and hard and finally made up his mind.

The next morning Desmond Rutter was from absent from the 6am headcount and rumours started circulating. Word got out that Desmond Rutter had been taken to the hospital and was in intensive care and would likely not be coming back to Roanoke River Correctional Facility because it was assumed he had been in a fight and it was his third strike.

At breakfast Nancy smiled at Randy from across the room and silently mouthed ‘thank you’ and Randy shrugged noncommittally. Everyone knew that Randy had entered Desmond’s cell early the previous evening but no one knew exactly what had happened inside the cell other than Desmond leaving on a stretcher. Randy had inadvertently become a hero to many in the prison who had been manipulated and suppressed under Desmond Rutter’s boot and Desmond’s band of followers were left leaderless.

When Randy returned to his cell after breakfast he found it empty. All of his possessions had been moved and he figured that he’d soon be transported to a high security facility for his part in the demise of Desmond Rutter.

“To the victor go the spoils,” Randy turned around and saw Tony Truveen blocking the doorway.

“What does that mean Captain?” Randy asked.

“You're moving into Desmond’s cell and you no longer work in the laundry,” Tony said, smiling whimsically.

“I don’t want it. I’ll stay here and keep my job in the laundry,” Randy replied.

“You got no choice. Taking out Rutter has left a vacuum in the order of things and I need it filled by someone who knows what they are doing. Rutter’s guys are squabbling over who will take over but they are shit-scared of you and you have the brains,” Tony jiggled the keys in his hand.

“You get to run things now but me and my boys will need our usual cut and I don’t want a fucking gang war. No more hospitalisations. Get on with it. Nancy knows how the business works and you can select your own muscle but make sure the coup is bloodless. Don’t think about it for too long, it’s this or I have you transferred to Lorton” Tony said and walked away.

Randy went to the prison library to think and soon realised that he had no choice but to take over Desmond Rutter’s criminal enterprises. It was that or transfer to Lorton prison, Tony Truveen had made that clear. He needed to get men he trusted to work for him and keep Desmond’s followers in line but he guessed most of them would hail the new Ceaser anyway. There was little loyalty in prison. He would need to consult with Nathan Elsher to find out how the smuggling racket worked. Randy went to the commissary to find Nancy but he wasn’t there. Another of the trustees was behind the counter and told Randy that Nancy was taking a break.

Randy suspected that Nancy was celebrating the departure of Desmond Rutter and expected to find Nancy in his cell drinking bootleg whiskey but he wasn’t there. He decided to check out the luxurious, by prison standards anyway, abode of Desmond Rutter which now belonged to him. Desmond’s ‘prison palace’, as some inmates referred to it, had been made by knocking out the wall between two cells and rendering and painting the walls with warm pastels, installing a double bed and other comfortable furniture. There was a radio and a record player and even a small refrigerator. Throw rugs were scattered across the bare concrete floor.

It was there that he found Nancy Elsher laying languidly on the bed dressed as Judy Valentine, the femme fatale Nancy had played in the prison theatre production.

“Close the door behind you,” Nancy said in that feminine rasp which suited her, dressed as she was but Randy found annoying when Nancy was wearing prison fatigues.

Randy closed the door and it dawned on him that he had thought of Nancy as Her. Nancy had gotten to her feet and Randy was stunned by her appearance. There was still a hint of Nathan about her but you had to look hard to see it. Her diminutive frame looked almost statuesque dressed in a red satin evening dress split up one side to display her long shapely legs clad in sheer nylon stockings, her feet shod in red high heels to match the dress. She had done something with her blonde locks so that they fell to her shoulders and swept across her face which was stunningly accentuated with cosmetics.

Nancy approached him and he inhaled her perfume; she had gone all-out to portray Judy Valentine. He’d seen Nancy on stage of course from a distance but was stunned by how beautiful she was up close. He could understand why some of the inmates had hit on her and why Desmond wanted her for his prison wife. She was not perfect by any means but she was as close to being a woman as anybody he had seen for over a year.

“To the victor go the spoils,” Nancy echoed the words of Tony Truveen.

“That hack Captain said those exact words to me not that long ago,” Randy recovered his composure and remained aloof when Nancy stopped inches away from him.

“Who do you think said it to him? I suggested that Tony elevate you to the vacancy left by Desmond rather than have his goons beat you up and sent to the hole at Lorton,” Nancy sucked on a finger seductively

Lorton Reformatory was the main prison for the District of Columbia and was known as a place where only the strong survived. The maximum-security wing was home to a lockdown unit nicknamed the House of Pain.

“I don’t want the spoils and why are you dressed like that? I thought you hated the idea of becoming a prison wife,” Randy said angrily.

“I told you that I didn’t want to become Desmond Rutter’s prison wife. You, on the other hand… You have intrigued me ever since you first arrived at Roanoke River but I knew that you would have no interest in Nathan but maybe Nancy might tickle your fancy, pardon the pun. Besides, I owe you for saving me from a fate worst the death,” Nancy put the back of her hand to her forehead and swooned dramatically, sarcastically imitating Judy in a scene from the play.

“No thank you,” Randy growled but Nancy could tell that Randy was equivocating.

She swooped in and kissed Randy full on the mouth and pressed herself against him. It happened so fast that Randy was slow to react and Nancy crushed her lips against his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her body was moulded to his and she rubbed against him like a cat marking her territory. She was wearing perfume and the smell of her, the feel of her and her demeanour was overwhelmingly feminine and for a few seconds Randy forgot where he was and who Nancy was. His body reacted accordingly and he became instantly hard.

Then Randy had a crisis of conscience. He hadn’t put Desmond Rutter in hospital so that he could steal his prison wife or take over his empire, he had done it because he hated Desmond for being a bully. Also, despite how alluring Nancy presented herself, he knew that underneath the hair, makeup, body-hugging dress, nylons and heels there was a man.

Randy disentangled himself from Nancy’s embrace and held her at arm’s length as he caught his breath.

“Don’t go all holier than thou on me Randall, I know you liked it,” Nancy glared pointedly at the bulge in Randy’s crotch.

“I’m not that guy Nancy. Look honey, I can see why Desmond was smitten with you and why some of the others have hit on you. If I didn’t know who you were I’d swear that you were a beautiful, sexy lady but I do know and I can’t get past that,” Randy admitted.

“Then you might as well have left me to Desmond. If you don’t take up with me, how long do you think it will be until some other thug forces me to be his bitch,” Nancy smiled ruefully at Randy.

“I can offer you protection,” Randy countered.

“In here! Twenty-four seven? I don’t think so. Captain Truveen has already told me that if you don’t want me he’ll put me in a single cell and force me to turn tricks. Let’s face it. Ever since I was stupid enough to present myself as Judy Valentine my card was marked,” Nancy’s smile disappeared and she started to cry.

Randy was unsure if Nancy was being honest with him or playing him. Randy hadn’t had sex for over a year and masturbation was never as good as the real thing. Nancy was undoubtedly feminine, beautiful and sexy and if he put aside what he knew about her he would undoubtedly make a move on her if she was a real woman.

Nancy could see the conflict on Randy’s face. She could tell that he wanted her and she sensed that all he needed was a little push.

She came at him again and this time Randy didn’t push her away. When she kissed him he kissed her back, driving his tongue into her mouth, his hands went straight to her ass and he squeezed her buttocks and pressed his cock against her.

Something clicked in Randy’s subconscious. The term, to the victor go the spoils, resonated in his brain. Despite his reticence he had inherited Desmond Rutter’s dominion and was the prison kingpin. He had no choice in the matter so why not take all the spoils?

“Ok Nancy, you want it so bad, here it is,” Randy growled.

He spun Nancy around and bent her over. The diminutive crossdresser had no chance of fighting Randy off even if she wanted to and in any case, she didn’t want to. She was already semi-erect and when Randy hiked up her dress to expose her luscious buttocks clad in her pink transparent nylon panties she became fully tumescent.

Randy yanked aside the gusset of Nancy’s panties and took a few seconds to admire her perky buttocks and long shapely legs sheathed in sheer nylon stockings before he unzipped his fatigues. Nancy must have prelubricated herself somehow in anticipation of being fucked but Randy could care less as he thrust his rock hard cock between her buttocks and slammed it into Nancy’s anus.

Nancy grunted as Randy's cock stretched her sphincter and she felt filled and stretched in a very satisfying way. This was not the subtle seduction she had planned but somehow being taken like this was even better. She had broken down Randy’s defences and now she must endure the consequences but that didn’t matter when the consequences were exactly what she wanted in the first place. Randy’s cock was bigger than she estimated when she had felt it pressed against her through his prison fatigues but her anus easily expanded to take the girth. It was not the biggest cock she had ever taken but it was up there.

Nancy was not wholly committed to her feminine counterpart. Before she was arrested and sent to prison Nathan Elsher sometimes presented as Nancy and worked the streets when things were tight. He could pass quite convincingly and even invented a persona for Nancy but he had no true affinity with femininity although he did like wearing the clothes and makeup. Nancy served her purpose and if Nathan needed to become Nancy to get Randall Mitchell to fuck her she had no problem with that.

Something had changed Randy’s perspective and he was able to see Nancy solely as a woman. When his cock slid into her greased channel and he looked down and saw those creamy soft buttocks pressed into his pubis and those long silken-clad legs and high heels all thoughts of Nancy’s gender became inconsequential. She looked like a woman, she smelled like a woman and she felt like a woman.

He gripped Nancy’s hips and began to fuck her and Nancy pushed back against him to meet his thrusts. This was pure lust on both their parts, the tender lovemaking could come later. For now it was raw animal sex.

Nancy’s sphincter had loosened and her anus dilated and she was now able to accommodate Randy's hard cock quite comfortably. The initial pain as Randy slammed his cock into her anus had turned almost instantly to pleasure which was deep and satisfying and illicit and Nancy was thoroughly enjoying what was happening to her. It was almost like a prison rape fantasy but unlike what had happened to Ethan in the showers now and then, Nancy had elicited this charade and was enjoying every second of it. Little sparklets of delight radiated from her sphincter and deep mellow waves of pleasure were emanating from her anus and her prostate.

Randy was getting close to extremis as his throbbing cock slid in and out of Nancy’s slick hole. It was tight, spongy, warm and inviting and Nancy was doing something with her anal sheath that felt like it was undulating, almost as if she was trying to express his seed from his rampant organ.

Waves of intense delight radiated from Nancy's anus, her panties were tented and soaked with her precum and she squirmed and moaned like a whore as pleasure raged through her body. She could sense that Randy was close as his thrusting became quicker and harder. Thwok, thwok, thwok sounds as Randy’s pubis slammed against her buttocks resonated around the cell. Nancy rubbed her bloated penis through her panties, stroking it furiously, intent on climaxing at the same time as Randy. Her heels skittered on the concrete floor and if Randy hadn’t been gripping her hips and impaling her on his mighty phallus she would have collapsed.

Randy pulled her tight and drove his cock deep inside Nancy’s rectum and inseminated her. She felt the hot gush of his spend filling her stretched keister, his cock palpitating as he ejaculated deep inside her tight anus. It triggered her orgasm and her cock quivered and she filled her panties with her issue as rubbed it frenziedly. The intense satisfaction burgeoning from her genitals amalgamated with the deep undulations of intense pleasure stemming from her anus.

Randy held her tight and Nancy moaned like a slattern as their climaxes peaked and began to slowly subside. The last of Randy’s semen dribbled from his cock as he held Nancy’s hips, her buttocks compressed against his groin. He could tell that she had climaxed although he had no intention of confirming that by touching her sodden panties. It would be a while before Randy became comfortable touching Nancy’s genitals.

Randy realised the enormity of what he had done. There was no going back. He was the prison kingpin and had taken himself a prison wife. Randy pulled his deflating penis from Nancy’s ass and his semen ran down between her legs and soaked her nylons. She giggled like a girl.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” Nancy stepped out of her cumsoaked panties and kicked them away.

She opened her handbag and took out another pair and perched her ass on the bed and put her feet through the legholes, standing up and leaning against Randy with one hand while she pulled them up tight around her ass. To his surprise Randy didn’t feel in anyway repelled by her familiarity in fact he was wondering what it might be like to lie Nancy down on the bed and get her to open her legs so he could climb on her and feel those long legs wrapped around him and those sweet lips on his mouth while fucked her.

He saw a bottle of contraband whiskey left brazenly out in the open on a silver tray on top of a lowboy and as walked over to it and poured two generous serves into two glasses and he realised that he could quite easily get used to privileges that came with his new position.

An hour later he found exactly what it was like lying on top of Nancy with his cock buried in her ass while she writhed beneath him, scissoring her legs against his flanks and her tongue writhing in his mouth.

The next morning Randy awoke to find Nancy dressed with her high heels dangling from her fingers.

“Here’s the deal. You show me how things work and handle the day to day running of the business. I’ll keep those members of Desmond’s gang that I trust and recruit a few new guys for muscle. You distribute the profits and handle the payoffs and I’ll handle everything else,” Randy said gruffly.

“Done,” Nancy leaned against the doorjamb ready to leave.

“This thing we have going. That’s separate. I don’t want to discuss sex with Nathan. In the evenings you come to my cell as Nancy and you stay as Nancy. We don’t discuss business or anything else related to the prison while you are here; it’s our little fantasy world,” Randy continued.

“Of course,” Nancy smiled at him; the arrangement suited her too.

“And one more thing. Neither Nathan or Nancy goes with anyone else while we have this arrangement, I don’t want to catch a venereal disease,” Randy sat up and reached for his cigarettes.

Nancy padded across the cell floor and leaned over Randy and kissed him.

“Why would I want anyone else in here when I have you,” she whispered.

Nancy took the package of cigarettes from Randy and put two in her mouth and lit them. She put one between Randy’s lips and turned away and left the cell, quietly closing the door behind her.

Randy lay back and smoked. This could all have been a dream. He never imagined that anything like this would happen to him and he never for a second believed that he could be so taken by a woman like Nancy. Except for the lipstick she had left on the filter of his cigarette she could be a chimera he had created to satisfy his primal urges.

For the remainder of his stay at the Roanoke River Correctional Facility Randy lived a life that most prisoners could only dream of. With Nancy’s help he ran the prison’s underground economy: the bootlegging, gambling, and the protection rackets and he had a finger in every pie of the legitimate businesses such as hairdressing, the workshops and paid prison labour. It was he who made the recommendations to Captain Truveen as to who was to be assigned to the which work details.

Under Randy’s regime the prison was a better place and there was less violence. Randy was the arbiter regarding inmate disputes and his word was final. He didn’t tolerate standover merchants or thugs. Everyone was happy with the new arrangements especially Captain Truveen and the Warden who were making a healthy side income from the prison economy both legitimate and illegitimate.

Randy’s relationship with Nancy Elsher was strange but somehow it worked. During the day Nathan Elsher was his righthand man, business manager and confidant. At night Nancy Elsher was his lover, although what they had wasn’t love. It was companionship and sex and an escape from the drudgery of prison into a fantasy world. Randy thought of Nathan and Nancy as two separate entities. Sometimes Randy saw a little of Nathan in Nancy and when that happened he felt pangs of guilt but they soon dissipated when Nancy used her skills on him.

Nancy expanded her wardrobe and made herself look as feminine and alluring as possible for Randy, who she adored but didn’t ‘love’ in the true sense. Randy was kind, affectionate, caring and a good lover but Nancy knew that their relationship was only going to last as long as Randy’s sentence. As Randy’s release date approached Randy was already in negotiation with Tony Traveen as to who would inherit his prison empire and he had given the nod to Wendell Coulter who was Randy’s deputy who had promised to run things the same as Randy had when Randy was released.

Nancy began to flirt with Wendell to test the water and found him receptive. They agreed that Nancy would become Wendell’s prison wife when Randy’s time was up and the day Randy was released she was waiting for Wendell in the luxuriously appointed cell, ready to perform the same duties both in and out of bed.

Randy walked out of Roanoke River Correctional Facility a free man but not much better off than when he went inside. The power and privileges he had enjoyed over the last year were gone and the money he had accumulated had been spent. His brother Dexter was waiting for him, leaning on the hood of the newly released Ford Thunderbird bought with the proceeds of Randy’s prison escapades.

Randy had told no one outside about his dalliance with Nancy and had no intention of telling Dexter. They hopped into the car and drove to a honkytonk to celebrate Randy’s release and soon after their arrival Randy was pounding one of hostesses into the mattress.

Over the next two years the Mitchell brothers pulled off a number of carefully planned armed robberies and until the septuagenarian security guard at Broughton Savings & Loan unloaded his scattergun at Dexter, the robberies were very successful with no casualties.

Now Randall Mitchell found himself in the company of a stunningly beautiful transvestite, alone in a cabin in the woods. Until today he hadn’t thought much about Nancy Elsher since leaving prison.

The Cabin – Poor Mountain Virginia – 1957

“So you see, I am not unacquainted with women like you Ashley,” Randy leaned back into the couch and waited for Ashley to respond.

“That’s an amazing story Randy,” Ashley was surprised by Randy’s openness and honesty.

“Nancy was quite adept at presenting herself as a woman but her heart wasn’t in it. She became a prison wife and crossdressed as a means of survival but she wasn’t committed to it. She was a gay man pretending to be a woman only for the benefits and comforts that came with it. There is no doubt that since Nathan left prison he no longer presents himself as Nancy,” Randy opined.

“You on the other hand are fully committed. Your grace, elegance, beauty and femininity seem to come naturally rather than being a masquerade,” Randy leaned forward and poured them both another drink, they had both sobered up a little during the telling of Randy’s tale.

“Jeeze Louise, we could walk along main street arm in arm and no one would know,” Randy grinned at her.

“You know what? I wouldn’t mind that at all. I’ve often fantasised about being out openly in public but after what happened to me in France after the war I swore to myself that Ashley Bellamy would only ever present herself in private and alone,” Ashley blushed and took a sip of her drink.

She then went on to tell Randy about how Ashley came into being and of the shame and guilt she felt when she returned to the USA from France and discharged from the army and how Ashley had risen like a phoenix from the ashes after Ashton divorced Jeannie.

“I’m going to make you the same offer I made Nancy. While I’m here I will respect your wishes and will only ever treat you like the woman you are. I never want to see or hear about Ashton. To me you are, and always will be, Ashley,” Randy had taken Ashley’s hands in his and was staring into her glacial green eyes which were rimmed by tears.

Ashley leaned in and kissed him, feeling something that she had never thought she would feel; genuine affection for a man.

Randy returned the kiss and then he helped Ashley to her feet and led her to the bedroom where they kissed again beside the bed, neither of them in a rush. Ashley took off her jacket and threw it on the bed. Randy was still naked under the robe, his cock standing to attention but she didn’t touch it, suspending her intense desire to take him in her hand again and feel the virility of his beautiful penis. Randy slowly unbuttoned Ashley’s blouse and removed her brassiere. Ashley was self-conscious about her tiny titties but Randy put his mouth to them and suckled the nipples, sending tingles of delight through Ashley’s body.

Randy unzipped Ashley’s skirt and she shimmied out of it and it pooled around her feet. She kicked it away and stood before him dressed only in her black satin and lace waist-cincher, panties, nylons and heels. The suspenders hanging from the cincher were clipped to the gauzy welts of her stocking and Ashley shuddered when Randy extended a hand and stroked her thighs, caressing her stocking-tops, fiddling with the garter clips and then fondling the soft pale skin above her stockings.

Ashley stood perfectly still, allowing Randy to explore her body. When his fingers slid between her legs and stroked the burgeoning erection laying along her perineum, held in place by her tight satin panties she gasped. She hadn’t been touched there by a man for so long she had forgotten what it felt like. Randy freed her penis from its prison and let it spring free so that it tented the front of her panties then he wrapped his fingers around the bloated appendage and began to softly stroke it through the gossamer panty material.

Ashley gasped again and her knees began to shake and Randy pulled her into his arms and kissed her with unabashed ardour. She reached for his organ and stroked it, reciprocating the gesture and they both moaned into each other’s mouths. They kissed and stroked each other’s organs, bringing each other close to extremis and then backing off their ministrations. Ashley hadn’t had sexual congress for so long she couldn’t wait much longer and eased herself out of the embrace and led Randy to the bed and pushed gently on his shoulders, indicating he should lie down. She opened his robe so that she could see his turgid erection.

Ashley straddled his body and kissed him and then her mouth began a slow sensual journey along his body. She nuzzled his neck for a while and then she lowered her mouth to the hollow of his clavicle, circling the tip of her tongue there for a while and then continued downward, kissing, nipping and lapping his flesh.

It had been ten years since Ashley had been intimate with a man but the skills she had learned in Paris had not deserted her. Randy was gasping and moaning as Ashley teased him, his hands resting lightly on her head but she could sense that he was becoming impatient and wanted to guide her head down to his groin. She smiled salaciously, determined to make him wait a little before she gave him release. She was overjoyed that Randy appreciated her carnal skills, his reaction reinforced her feminine prowess.

She took his tiny nipple in her mouth and suckled it and heard him gasp as she tweaked the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

"Oh god!" Randy groaned.

Her hand slinked across his hard belly, she raked her fingernails along his flesh softly, circled his bellybutton and then her fingers caressed the crease where his legs met his torso. She was careful not touch his penis even though she was aware that it was painfully turgid and Randy was desperate for release. She kissed him deeply before she returned back to her ministrations.

“Not long now honey. I’ll soon let you climax but there is no rush is there?” Ashley smiled sweetly at him.

“Oh god Ashley, you are an enchantress,” Randy gasped.

As much as he wanted to orgasm, Randy was overwhelmed by Ashley’s beguiling manipulations. He wanted her to stop teasing him and take his organ in her hand or mouth and make him come but at the same time he wanted her to prolong the exquisite agony.

She kissed him again and then she glanced down his body do that she could see the results of her endeavours.

His long thick appendage was standing upright looking angry and ready to erupt. Ashley marvelled at the turgidity, the girth, and the length of Randy's cock. She stroked it gently and kissed him softly while she did so. His breathing became heavy and ragged and his penis pulsed and quivered in her delicate hand. She trailed her fingertips along the bloated shaft and circled the fraenulum feeling Randy's heartbeat begin to pound in his chest as she broke the kiss and her mouth journeyed down his body, stopping to suckle his nipples and lap at his belly button until she stopped with her head in his groin.

She stared at the appendage, standing proud and upright from his pubis. A bead of dewy precum had formed at the eye and she lapped at it with her tongue, savouring the sweet nectar before she swallowed it. Randy rested his hands on her head, pushing gently, encouraging her to fellate him. Her hair cascaded around his groin and tickled his thighs and scrotum. He could no longer see what she was doing with her lips but he could feel it well enough and when Ashley took him in her mouth he issued a contented sigh. She was finally performing the act he desperately wanted her to.

Ashley took him in her mouth and worked her lips up and down the veiny shaft while her tongue coddled his glans. She lashed the underside of the bulbous pink protrusion with the tip of her tongue and Randy groaned and entwined his fingers in her hair. He swept the bangs from her face so that he could watch her as her beautiful face bobbed up and down, suckling his manhood, swallowing the continuous flow of pre-ejaculate that dribbled from the eye of his cock.

Ashley cupped his scrotum and caressed the sensitive sac with her fingertips while she steadily fellated him, drawing her lips along the silky flesh of his rod, tracing the pulsing veins with her tongue and then lashing it across the spongy flange that was his glans. Ashley sensed the urgency begin to build as Randy began to ease her face up and down on his cock, his groin lifting up off the bed as he fucked her mouth. He thrust his cock between her lips faster and harder and Ashley obligingly accommodated his turgid flesh and lashed it with her tongue.

"Oh sweetheart!" Randy cried out as Ashley felt his scrotum contract and his cock begin to shudder.

Ashley sensed Randy’s climax approaching and she pinned him to bed and worked her mouth up and down on his bloated rod and suckled it harder and faster while she gently squeezed his scrotum and Randy erupted in her mouth. She slavered his quivering flesh as her mouth filled with the musky viscous fluid that spewed forth from the eye. She lapped at the milky essences, swallowing his offering while her head continued to bob up and down on his disgorging phallus. Randy held her face still as the sensation became overwhelming and he jettisoned his seed. Ashley's mouth was filled to overflowing and she swallowed his creamy issue, savouring the taste and texture that she long forgotten tasted so delectable.

She let Randy’s cock fall from her mouth once she had drained it. His cock didn’t fully contract and remained semihard as she made the journey back his body, stopping along the way to lick and playfully nip his sensitive nipples.

“Wow! That was wonderful,” Randy pulled her close to him and she wrapped her body around him.

They kissed and Randy could feel Ashley’s hard cock pressing against him and sensed that she too needed relief. She shimmied her stocking-sheathed legs along his body and lightly scoured her fingernails across his chest as she clasped her lips against his and drove her tongue into his mouth making no pretence of the fact that she wanted more sex. She reached for Randy’s cock and stroked it back to full tumescence.

Randy took the hint and rolled Ashley onto her back and she reached out and desperately scrabbled at the nightstand beside the bed until she was able to open the drawer and lay her hands on the tube of lubricant. The dildo she used to pleasure herself was also in the drawer but it was barely five inches long and slender. She only used it judiciously when she needed to feel that sensation that only anal penetration could provide and she always felt a little guilty afterwards because when she used it she invariably summons visions of being fucked by either Bob or Dan at Dominque’s squalid apartment in Paris .

She squeezed a dollop of the viscous salve on her fingers and basted Randy’s phallus with it, spreading the remainder around her sphincter. She felt like a whore for doing so but the need for gratification far outweighed her guilt. She felt even more slatternlike as she jammed a pillow under her buttocks and opened her legs. Randy watched her with burning lust, ready to pounce on the pretty woman who so lasciviously lay on the bed in a pose of acceptance and wantonness.

She yelped when Randy pushed his glans into the spongy furrow of her sphincter. It hurt a little as her tight bud opened to allow Randy's engorged phallus to enter her. She clung to him, her face screwed up in pain, gasping and mewing.

"It’s been a while. Go slow honey," Ashley whispered.

Randy kissed the tip of her nose and her fluttering eyelashes. She guided his mouth to hers; she wanted to feel his lips, she wanted to feel his tongue and to taste him. She put her arms around his neck and locked her legs around his, clinging to him, impaled on his cock, just the tip of it inside her, burning her like a red-hot poker.

They lay like that until the pain slowly became something else; a deep sensuous pleasurable sensation that Ashley remembered she liked above all else. Her sphincter relaxed and she wanted more of Randy inside her and Ashley raised her buttocks off the bed and slid more of his cock inside her.

She winced as his bloated manhood stretched her sphincter and distended her anus but the pain soon dissipated and that lovely deep delightful feeling returned and intensified.

Randy kissed her passionately and Ashley returned his kisses. Her cock was tenting her panties and Randy could feel it pressing on his belly. He slowly pushed the rest of his engorged member inside Ashley until his scrotum rested against her pantied buttocks. Ashley squirmed beneath him, acclimatising herself to his cock.

She lifted her legs higher, clamping them around his waist and pressed her cock against his hard belly and Randy began to fuck her. Ashley realised how much she had missed being fucked like this as Randy's big, bloated penis filled her anus, stretching her sphincter and making it tingle, pressing on her prostate and wrenching delightful rings of pure pleasure from the sensitive gland. Her cock was dribbling pre-ejaculate, saturating the front of her panties and Randy could feel it on his belly.

Randy took his time, slowly sliding his cock in and out of Ashley’s almost virgin anus watching her face light up with delight and wonder as he made love to her. Ashley responded to his ministrations, raising her buttocks off the bed to meet him. The pleasure intensified and magnified the delight that came from deep inside her radiated up into her throbbing penis. She ground her satin swathed appendage against Randy’s belly, aching for release and Randy sensed her ardour and began to quicken the pace, fucking her harder and faster as Ashley’s eyes screwed closed and she began to moan and gyrate underneath him.

Her anus was tight and slick, her stocking-sheathed legs shimmied against his flanks and her heels dug into his back, encouraging him, driving him on. Although he had only recently climaxed he felt his scrotum contract and his testes roil as another orgasm began to build. He was a hair trigger away from orgasm.

“Now!” Ashley yelped and pulled Randy’s face to hers and kissed him deeply as she writhed and wriggled under him.

Her breathing was ragged and her limbs scoured Randy’s body, her buttocks raised high off the bed, meeting his thrusts, her anal sheath undulated, milking Randy’s cock, almost wrenching his orgasm from him.

He gave Ashley his seed. She felt his penis resonate and quiver as he drove it all the way inside her and ground his pubis against her soft buttocks, she sighed as she surrendered herself to the man who was her captor but was also her lover. Her whole body shook as she climaxed, she flooded her panties, her scalding semen saturating the satin delicates.

Randy felt Ashley orgasm under him and he kissed her and pinned her beneath him as he drove his cock all the way inside her tight rectum. He felt her anus undulate again as she syphoned his spend from his juddering manhood as her cock quivered in her panties, pressed against his hard belly. Randy pressed his belly against her cock so that it intensified her pleasure and amplified the beatific waves of delight radiating from her sphincter and her prostate.

Ashley whimpered and mewed as her climax slowly diffused but the pleasant feeling of fullness in her anus and the tingling in her sphincter was not extinguished. Randy left his cock inside her as the last of his spend dribbled from it. His frenetic kisses become softer, tender and he stroked her cheek and whispered endearments. He made no move to climb off her and she didn't want him to.

“Wow! I’d forgotten what that was like but to be honest, I don’t think it was ever that good,” Ashley smiled up at Randy and he smoothed the hair out of her eyes.

“Now you're just trying to make me feel better about myself but I have to admit it was never that good with Nancy. There was something there that I don’t think I have ever felt before,” Randy kissed the tip of Ashley’s nose affectionately.

“Now… what are we going to do about sleeping arrangements?” Randy chuckled.

Ashley tightened her legs around his torso.

“You're going nowhere and as soon as you're able, you're going to do that to me again,” Ashley giggled.

“Who says I want to?” Randy teased.

“You want to,” Ashley kissed him softly but it soon became passionate and needy.

The next morning Randy came out of the bedroom and found Ashley already dressed in a skirt, light blouse, nylons, heels and full makeup. She’d deliberately gotten up ahead of Randy, performed the necessary ablutions, taken a birdbath and dressed, keeping her promise that Randy would only ever see her as a woman. She had stacks of bills taken from the robbery arranged on the table.

“You hit the bank right after their weekly armoured car delivery didn’t you?” Ashley said with no preamble.

“I bet you had someone inside who let you know when the delivery was due,” Ashley raised her brows and Randy blushed, thinking briefly of Darleen Coulter.

“So?” Randy came over and nuzzled Ashely’s neck.

“These notes are numbered sequentially. They are going to be easy to trace if you start spending them. Law enforcement will send a list of banknote numbers to every business in Virgina and the adjoining states,” she explained.

“Yeah. I’ll have to sit on it or find someone to launder it,” Randy let go of Ashley and went to the stove and picked up the coffee pot.

“I can do that for you. My job is in finance and I’m in charge of investments and I handle large sums of money that fat cats want to hide from the Internal Revenue Service,” Ashley smiled at Randy who smiled back.

Randy put down his cup of coffee and looked at Ashley.

“Let’s go back to bed and discuss this further,” he took her in his arms and kissed her.

It was decided that they needed a week for the heat from the robbery to cool off before Randy could come out of hiding and then they decided it would be two weeks and finally they stayed in the cabin for a month.

At the end of the first week they took Ashley’s pickup into town to get more fuel for the generator. Ashley used a payphone to tell her boss that Ashton wouldn’t be back at work for a while due to a family emergency. It was the first time Ashley had been out and about since Paris and she revelled in the freedom whilst Randy was able to lift a set of plates for this Thunderbird off a wreck out back of the town’s only service station and repair shop.

After a month together something besides just lust and friendship developed between them. Neither of them was yet ready to call it love but they devised a way to be together as a couple for the foreseeable future. Randy contacted a forger he had met in prison and for a price the forger was able to change Ashton’s identity documents and professional credentials to reflect that of a woman named Ashley Bellamy and forged identity documents for Randy in the name of Randall Bellamy because Randall Mitchell was a wanted man. They both saw the irony in Randy adopting Ashley’s surname.

Ashley quit her job and sold up and they set up house in a nice apartment in New York and Ashley found a doctor who was willing to provide her with female hormones and her feminisation therapy began to show promise. She grew out her hair and was able to stop shaving entirely and began to sprout budding breasts and her body fat redistributed itself leading to a more feminine body shape which increased the size of her hips, thighs and buttocks. Ashley’s generous new curves filled out her business skirtsuits nicely and Randy could hardly keep his hands off her when they were alone.

Randy retired from the world of violent crime and he and Ashley set up a money laundering business which they ran out of a legitimate shopfront offering short term loans. Randy reached out to his contacts in the criminal underworld and offered their services. For a fee they would launder ill-gotten gains and hide profits for people from the Internal Revenue Service. Word of mouth soon had their business flourishing.

They both decided that it was best to let Dexter serve his time in prison without visiting him. They had plenty of time to decide whether or not they would make contact with him when he was released from prison and they still had the cabin in the forest near Poor Mountain if they wanted to get away for week or two just to be alone.

They were staying at the cabin when one evening and in the afterglow of a tender and affectionate lovemaking session, they looked deeply into each other’s eyes and simultaneously whispered the words: “I love you”.

The End