Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 15:18:23 -0700
From: psuedonim@hotmail.com
Subject: Rift

There is another dimension parallel to this one. I know of one for certain,
but there may be millions. It's a long and technical story, but I contrived
of a way to reach them. Now, there is no way to physically move from one
plain to another, but the energy of a person, the soul if you will, can be
relocated. When I had finished my project and was sure that the initial
trial would be a success I decided to try it for myself.

My theory was that if I were to transfer my energy to another body in the
other world, then the energy of that body would naturally seek refuge in my
body here on earth. Logically, an alternate dimension would have an
alternate version of myself in it, and logically it would be that person
whom I would replace. So in a sense, I would be able to travel to this new
world intact.

Obviously the alternate me who ended up in my home would be confused and
possibly cause some malice, I decided to rig the machine so that my earthy
body would enter a state of suspended animation while I was gone. I decided
that six months would be enough to begin studies of the other dimension, and
if things went well I could always return. So I prepared to spend half a
year in another universe.

As I lay on the table, the machine began its work. I felt the energy running
through my body. Then, rather suddenly, I felt like I was going over the
edge on a huge roller coaster. I tried to control my fear as I felt myself
falling through time and space. Again, rather suddenly, I started to feel
more connected with the physical world.

Once I felt myself grounded back in a body I opened my eyes. What I saw was
a stone ceiling made of heavy limestone. I brought my hand up to my eyes and
looked at it to see if I was all right. What I saw was not my hand. My mind
raced. I reached a conclusion and realized the hitch in my theory - since I
could not travel physically, then I assumed I would simply take the place of
the version of me that existed there. The problem was, apparently, that the
world I wound up in was so completely different, that there was no version
of me to inhabit. Therefore, since my energy had to go somewhere, I took
over a person's life at random.

I tried to see a mirror, or anything that I could use to see who I had
become. Seeing nothing of the kind, I sat up and looked down. I was laying
on a mass of cushions and soft blankets, which I threw aside. All things
considered, finding myself in a totally different body was what I was
expecting at that point, but I was still taken aback to see something so
foreign.

The body I saw was defiantly female. I now had wide hips, a petite waist,
supple, lengthy legs, tiny feet, and a pair of damn fine breasts that I
couldn't fit them into my dainty hands. My fingernails and toenails were cut
short, and I saw no trace of body hair whatsoever. I caught myself staring
at the smooth lips of my pussy. I shook myself away from it; after all I had
months to explore myself, and this world. I had to remember that I came here
to see another dimension. Though not quite what I had wanted, but seeing
another world as a woman made no difference. I was there to see and learn,
not to build a life.

Still, I wanted to see my face. I knew that I was in good shape and had a
knockout body, but I still didn't know what I looked like or how old I was.
Guessing from what I saw I was defiantly under the age of 40, but that's all
I could tell. I felt long hair tickling my back as I managed to stand up,
finding myself a little off balance. I managed to compensate for my new
center of gravity and walked across the room. There was a pile of clothes in
one corner, and amongst them I found a small hand mirror. I opened the
compact and looked at my new face.

I would guess that I was about twenty-five. I had black hair that had traces
of being sun bleached, and dark but alluring eyebrows. My eyes were wide and
gray in color, and my lips were dark and inviting. In short, I was stunning.
Realizing that if this world was anything like mine this might be a problem,
I started to worry. I watched the face in the mirror make a cute, concerned
look as I wondered if my beauty would make it hard to be inconspicuous. I
was no idea how wrong I was.

I put down the mirror and inspected the room again. There were only a few
small windows, high up by the ceiling. It was then that I noticed I was not
alone. There was a man sleeping on the cushions near where I had awoken. The
blankets were pulled up to his chin, which it why I hadn't seen him earlier.
Seeing as how I had awoken naked and he was lying near me, I was beginning
to wonder how I was going to handle this situation.

That's when I noticed the second man. He was lying on the other side of the
bed, also asleep. Now I felt myself begin to grow very agitated. I decided
it might be the best course of action to find some clothes and slip out of
the room as quickly as possible. Whoever this woman was that I had become, I
figured it was time for her to disappear until I got my bearings.

I started rifling through the clothes on the floor. I found what appeared to
be my dress on a small table against the wall. It was folded neatly and
looked as if it rarely got worn. Just as I was about to pick it up I heard
one of the men stir and climb to his feet. I turned to look at him. He
approached me with a smile on his face. I couldn't help noticing he was very
strong looking, and in my new body I felt rather tiny compared to him. He
was also naked, and below his waist I could see his penis, fully erect,
pointing out in front of him.

I opened my mouth to try and come up with some explanation, but he spoke
before I could make a sound. "You're up early. Good thing to, for I must be
off and I wanted to bid you farewell." The way he smiled as he said that
last part made my stomach clench. "Lets be quick," he continued, "I have a
long day ahead of me." By now he was standing right in front of me. "Wait..."
I began feebly. "Now, now, no time to talk."

Before I knew what was happening he had turned me around. He stood behind
me, and I felt his tool poke into my backside and his hands came up to
roughly squeeze me breasts. His hands then moved down to my crotch, and I
felt a jolt of electricity as his fingers started rubbing my slit. I had no
idea what to do. Before I knew what was happening he had bent me over the
table and I felt him rubbing his cock against the entrance to my pussy. "A
bit dry this morning, eh?" He commented as I heard his spit on his hand. I
then felt a moister member pressing against my slit again. He pushed
foreword and I felt the head of it pop inside me. Then, rather forcibly, I
felt myself penetrated by his rigid shaft.

While playing at being a woman in this world I may have opened my mind to
the possibility of sex with a man some time during the six months, but this
was not how I wanted to experience it. I felt my body stretched open, the
man's cock probing into an area in my body I didn't used to have. It might
have felt good, if it hadn't been so forceful, or if I had been more warmed
up. As was I felt totally belittled and used. Under the circumstances I saw
no way of aborting the situation without getting myself into more trouble
than I could handle.

As the man began to thrust in and out of me, somewhat painfully at first, I
felt my body jolt with the impact. I experienced the new sensation of having
my tits jiggle on my chest. Removing my gaze from the stone wall in front of
me and looked down to see my breasts bouncing liquidly on my chest. It was
an erotic sight, and I couldn't help but feel the desire to actually try and
enjoy some part of this situation. It was educational I suppose, to see what
it was like to be a woman taken by force (although I gathered my partner
didn't realize it was so forced).

I looked further down between my legs. I saw my pussy stretched open, a
man's rod sliding in and out of it's pink lips. The bizarre eroticism of
seeing this happen to what was now my own body began to turn me on a little.
I felt a little more moisture build up inside my canal as the man's thrusts
became harder; sending jolts into what I assumed was my clit. With the
coming moisture I found the discomfort disappearing and being replaced by
pleasure.

Everything started to feel really good. I felt him stimulating the sensitive
nerve inside me - a feeling far more intimate that sex as a man had been.
The impact to my clit was started an ever building growth of energy, a
feeling that was beginning to reach ecstasy. I ran one hand up my shapely
body and started playing with my breasts. Fondling my tits and teasing my
nipples sent more pleasure through me. I had to admit that I was really
starting to get into the whole experience.

While continuing to play with my jugs, I looked back over my shoulder for
the first time. I looked over my curvy back and saw my sensual ass rippling
as my lover pumped me. I hesitated to look at the man though, and kept my
eyes from his face. I found myself starting to moan softly as the pain
disappeared completely and pleasure took over. "Getting into it now,
finally?" the man said. Instinctively I looked up as he spoke, and saw his
smiling face, breathing heavily. I turned away, feeling slightly guilty, and
looked back down at my tits and my ravaged crotch.

A few seconds later the pleasure was really getting extraordinary and I
could think of nothing else. My moans became a little louder as I felt
myself becoming more frantic. I clutched and my chest and reached down to
finger my clit with my other hand, feeling an orgasm building up. I was
breathless, impatiently waiting for my first cum as a woman to hit me and
deliver me from thought.

That's when the other man woke up.

I suddenly realized he was standing in front of me, walking closer. "Greedy,
greedy." He said. "Trying to hog her all to yourself for a go. Did you think
fems grew on trees?" This new man was very erect as well, and stroking his
member. "This is the only fem of age in the village and I don't think you -"
The man fucking me interrupted breathlessly, "Shut up and get on with
things," he panted, "I'm almost done."

The second man leered and stepped forward. Though I was still feeling the
pleasure of sex, my impending orgasm subsided as I felt the anxiety of
having another man join in. I found myself having my head pulled towards
this other man's junk. I really had no choice but to run with the situation,
and I obeyed his commands to lick it. His penis was smaller than the first
man's, but not by much. I took hold of the shaft and started stroking it as
I opened my mouth and began licking up and down the head of his cock.

I knew the feeling of muscle memory when I felt it, and I could tell this
body had done this hundreds, possibly thousands of times before. It wasn't
long before his dick was in my mouth and I was bobbing back and forth on it,
blowing him for all I was worth. Having recently been a man, it wasn't hand
to impress him. I did my best to get him off, figuring it would get things
over wish as soon as possible and maybe I could have my orgasm.

I felt the man's knees buckle as I sucked him, and the pleasure of being
taken roughly from behind at the same time was beginning to build back up to
its previous levels. Enjoyment was beginning to seep into me again. There it
was again, the impending female orgasm was rising. I moaned into the dick in
my mouth as another one rammed into my snatch. After a few moments it
exploded throughout my whole body, causing my to jerk and buck and write as
I gasped for air.

It was unbelievably powerful, and I had to admit it was one of the most
fantastic things I had ever felt. It the throws of my passion I felt the
first man ram hard and deep into me, tensing up and letting loose a stream
of hot cum into my canal. His last desperate thrusts were the peak of my
explosive first orgasm as a woman. Throughout my convulsions I managed to
keep stroking and sucking the second man, and seconds after my orgasm
subsided he came as well.

His bursts of goo splattered into my gaping mouth and all over my face and
hair. I could taste it on my tongue and feel it dripping and sticking to my
body. I felt the man behind me withdraw, leaving me with a wet gaping
feeling between my legs. I felt the jizz ooze out of my slit as both men
moved to clean themselves up. I saw a washbasin in one corner of the room
and quietly set about cleansing myself. I felt dirty, abused and humiliated.

The men were dressed quickly and ready to leave.

"Imagine how much fun it will be when the new one comes of age. This one is
still young, and then there will be two fems together at once. To think
there were some years where there were no fems at all. Good thing too, since
this one hasn't managed to birth any children at all yet." I was suddenly
glad I was only here for six months, as irritating as the situation was at
least there was no way I'd have to go through childbirth. "True," The other
man agreed. "To have a young one and a even younger one will be great, they
will be able to take more customers at a time."

With that they left. I began to understand the situation; apparently females
were a scarce commodity in this world, so scarce that they were barley
considered people at all. For whatever reason, the necessity of maintaining
the human race had forced women to become slaves to the duty of sex and
children. And I was stuck in that position, a sex toy for an entire village
for the next six months. I doubted greatly that I would even be allowed to
see the village freely, let alone explore the whole area.  In fact it was
unlikely I would even be able to leave this room.

Until this other girl came of age I probably wouldn't even have anyone to
talk to, and I wasn't holding out much conversational hopes for a young girl
that was raised entirely for recreation and procreation. I was not happy;
all my optimism was quickly fading. I was about to spend half a year on my
back with strange men with no hope of exploration.

I couldn't imagine what it would have been like of I hadn't frozen my body
back home. If this young woman suddenly awoke to find she was a man in a
world so different that her own there would be no telling what she would do
in my body. I was grateful that I had thought of that at least.

The next man arrived within a few hours. From what I gathered he was an
important guy, since he was allowed to have me to himself for a little
while. I was further (marginally) pleased when he told me that we were going
outside, since he desired to bed me outdoors. He led me out of the small
room and I found myself standing in a beautiful summer afternoon.

The area was largely lush grass at trees, and down a small path I could see
modest buildings and farms at the base of a valley. I was led in the
opposite direction, into a cool forest in the hills. I felt so meek, walking
naked behind a man who led me by the hand. We came to a small glade by a
stream, whereupon we stopped. There was some semblance of seclusion there,
and I heard no human noises around us at all. He took me into his arms,
slowly but strongly. If taking in the scenery had at all distracted me, then
I was suddenly reminded why he brought me here.

In the few hours I had been left alone I had come to the decision that I had
no choice but to play the role that was expected of me for the time being. I
mean, if women were so rare they may have just tied me up and raped me if I
put up a fuss. So with as much optimism as I could manage I resigned myself
that, until I knew more about this society I was nothing but a sex doll to
an entire village of men. At the worst it could only last six months and
then I would be back home in my own body.

Bearing this in mind, I melted willingly into this new man's arms as he bent
to kiss me. The previous two men hadn't bothered with kissing, and I found
out what it was like to be kissed as a woman. I tilted my head up as our
lips met, my softer ones against his rougher pair. After a few open mouth
snogs, his tongue snaked deftly foreword and met mine. We kissed
passionately for a moment, and I had to admit that he was a good kisser for
a guy who had presumably only met one or two women over the couple of
decades he had been alive.

With my eyes closed I felt him press his body closer against mine. I brought
my hands up and caressed his face as we kissed. One of his hands slid up to
cup my pert tits, the other down to my round ass. I realized that I was
beginning to truly enjoy myself. Planned or not, I was a woman, and this man
was a good lover. I found myself afraid to open my eyes, incase seeing the
man or reminding myself of my surroundings would dissipate the natural joy I
was feeling. Two men had already violated me roughly this morning, so I was
no longer a mental virgin as far as becoming a woman was concerned. After
how shocking and humiliating the previous encounter had been, I wanted so
much to enjoy this one.

I was no doubt going to spend months on my back, and it would do no good to
make myself hate it and feel sullied and used every time. All things
considered, if I was to get through this, I had to try and take pleasure in
it. What the hell, I thought, it would be educational to see what its like
as a woman. At the very least it would make me a better lover when I was a
man again.

I felt one of the fingers on my ass slide further down and press deeper. It
found the entrance to my pussy and teases around it, eventually poking an
inch or so inside. I was breathing hard by then, and I pressed back to try
and get more of the digit inside me. It was no use. At the angle I stood I
couldn't get any more, and it wasn't stimulating my clit either. I found
that I was getting really worked up and desperate to feel more fulfilling
sensations. I felt that my pussy was soaking as I ran my hands down to
clutch my lover's hard ass. "So this is what foreplay does to a girl." I
thought.

I was horny as hell. The hormones coursed through my body, electrifying
every cell in me. I was eager to feel the satisfaction of another orgasm.
The emptiness I felt growing inside me could only be satisfied by a man's
cock, and I couldn't wait much longer. I realized that the man was still
dressed and sought to change that. I fell to my knees rather quickly and set
about removing the loose britches he wore. It wasn't too difficult and soon
I hand them pulled down enough to reveal his tool.

I started stroking it as soon as I could get my hand on it, noting that it
was as good a size as the others' had been in the morning. I wasted no time
in beginning to suck and tease the rod with all the oral skills I could
muster. The man removed his simple tunic of a shirt and threw it aside. He
rolled backwards to lie down on the cool grass, my lips never breaking their
seal around his dick. I continued to service him as he started to moan
quietly.

Not wanting to finish so soon, he bid me remove my mouth from his crotch. I
was smiling, knowing that I was one step closer to the feeling of
satisfaction I had begun to crave during our kiss. He slid over to me,
spreading my legs. He brought his face towards my pussy, his mouth open. My
whole body shivered and I let out a short gasp as his mouth came into
contact with my clit. I had not been expecting his to be so attentive to my
pleasure.

I threw my head back and sighed as I felt a wonderful, warm feeling take
over me while the man went down on me. Every time he pushed his tongue
against my clit I felt jolts of pleasure smack into me, far greater than
oral sex as a man had been. His fingers teased my slit as I felt the first
tingles of an orgasm begin inside me. I gripped his hair and pressed his
face harder into my snatch. The first wave of release was about to explode
and I wanted it right away.

After only a few minutes of oral sex I was cumming, moaning and whimpering
like a slut as I ground my hips into his face. When the last twitches of the
orgasm were gone I was breathless. The ecstasy was great, but not quite
enough for me to be satisfied. No doubt my lover felt the same way. He
pulled his face from my groin and slid his body up against mine. I smiled at
him as I pulled his ass towards me. Nothing could stop me from enjoying
things now.

I begged his for more, I pleaded for him to stick his member in me. I heard
the lusty words come out of my mouth in the sweet melody of a female voice.
Leaning his body back, I felt the rigid tip of his cock make contact with
the soaking wet slit between my legs. I pushed forward with my pelvis,
coaxing him further. I felt the spongy tip of his hard penis pop inside my
canal. Taking the hint he held onto my hips and slowly drove the rest of his
length into me.

It was so much for sensual this time. I was willing and ready, and he was
sensitive and skilled. All the trepidation and humiliation I felt this
morning faded away as the last inch of his dick disappeared inside my hungry
orifice. He bent down and started suckling my nipples and fondling my
breasts as he began pumping in and out of me slowly. I bit at his ears and
neck as he pleasured my tits or nuzzled my shoulder.

The tension was building for both of us. Sweat dripped from my forehead and
ran down my neck. My body ached with the incredible commitment it had to the
pleasure it was feeling. I ground my hips into him as he shoved his manhood
in and out of my quivering body. It was not long before I felt another
orgasm coming on. He clutched each other tightly as the tension between us
mounted. I found myself whispering to him to go harder, faster.

My whimpers became moans, and my moans became a low scream as the greatest
orgasm I could remember rocked my body. I bucked and writhed and thrashed
spasmodically as he drove fiercely into me. I came over and over again, my
body melting and tensing, my brain shutting off completely. It was amazing.
I cut into him with my fingernails as I felt his jerk and gasp on top of my.
He let out a deep sigh as I felt his hot fluid empty inside me, filling me
with spurt after spurt of cum.

When the pleasure finally died away I was a quivering mass of senseless
jelly, and he was lying exhausted on top of me. Both of us were dripping
with sweat and gasping for breath. The glow of some of the most intense sex
I could even conceive of took over. I felt the cool breeze of the forest
play over my naked skin as I tried to get my breath back.  It was some time
before either of us regained our senses.

When we eventually did pull apart I looked wantonly into his eyes as he
withdrew his cock. Though it was something I had never had any intention of
doing, having sex as a woman was a wonderful, mind-blowing experience. I was
almost glad I ended up in this predicament, and felt as though this might be
a kind of vacation. I knew that when the aftereffect of passion had gone I
might feel differently, but at that moment I was perfectly contented.

He dressed and we languidly made our way back to my little stone house.
There we parted ways with very little words and I found myself alone in what
I now knew was my room again. At the very least I now knew that I could
leave the room at will, though I was to be mauled by men the second I
approached anyone. I went back to the washbasin, which I found refilled and
refreshed, and started cleaning myself up yet again.

My nest visitor arrived just at nightfall, perhaps half an hour after the
sensitive lover left. I smiled and welcomed him, quickly stripping him of
his clothes. I decided to play a slightly more dominant role, and laid his
down on his back, mounting him. I rode him firmly, enjoying being on top for
once. I was fairly satisfied by the outdoor excursion and wanted to get him
off as quickly as I could, even if I didn't cum myself.

My hope for a conclusion was in vain, for just as I was beginning to get the
man off, three more barged in. Still riding the first visitor, I found
myself with one standing in front of me as I used my mouth to pleasure him,
while I stroked another with one hand. The fourth man moved behind me and
pushed my foreword slightly.

I realized what he was about to do, and felt a moment of panic. Then I
remembered that this body had been used for this purpose since puberty and
was most likely used to it. I felt him use his spit to lube up his cock, and
then he pressed it onto my asshole. After a moment resistance I felt the
muscled pop as he began his penetration. Soon I felt the man fully embedded
in my ass, making two dicks pumping into me. I was amazed at the levels of
intensity that a girl could feel and I was overloaded by the sensation
assailing me.
Even though it had not been my initial intention I found myself cumming
hard, going mad with sensuality as I was fully taken advantage of by four
men. As my orgasm was about to reach its climax, the man I was riding came
inside me, shortly followed by the man I was sucking off. As soon as the man
in my mouth came all over my face and on my mouth, the one I was jacking off
took his place hurriedly.

I came like a mad woman, and when the throws on insane lust subsided I felt
the last two men finish at nearly the same time. Their jizz filled my cunt,
my ass, my mouth, my face, and dripped out of and off of every piece of my
body.

Those four left quickly, only to be replaced with three more...

I fell asleep some time around midnight. In that time I had pleasured nine
men, and was thoroughly exhausted. Was this to be every day of my life for
the next six months?

THREE WEEKS PASSED:

The second fem came of age on my third week there, giving me a fraction more
time to myself. She was brought to my house on her birthday; apparently we
were to just live together to make things easier. I was happy to see that
she was at least in her late teens and that this society wasn't cold enough
to make children live like this. She looked rather like me: dark hair and
eyes, shapely body, full lips. As I suspected she wasn't much of a
conversationalist - bred to be a body and nothing else, she was quiet, shy
and naive. She seemed surprised that I even attempted to talk to her.

I had her to myself the first night, to test her out as it were. It was nice
to feel the warm, soft embrace of a woman again. It was also nice to feel
completely like the dominant one. We rolled around together all night, our
fingers and mouths working endlessly on each other's bodies. I rode her face
hard as she made me cum again and again, and her likewise.

In the morning the important bloke showed up again. He took the young girl
away and I knew he was introducing her to sex with a man in privacy, much as
he had when he took me. This left me once again alone with the demands of
the village...

Us two girl spend the remainder of the day sharing our bed with men. Since
there were two of us now, there could be up to seven lovers in the room at a
time. We managed to satisfy each other as much as we could find the time to
between being gang banged just about every day.

FIVE MONTHS LATER:

Sometime in the first month of being the village fem I finally became
pregnant. The say that I was happy that I would be gone before I bore a
child would be an understatement, though I pitied the fem I had been
pretending to be for six months, knowing that she would wake up confused and
five months pregnant.  No one would care that she could remember the last
few months, not as long as she spread her legs and licked her lips as per
usual. I had to marvel at the fact that of all the people in the world, I
managed to land in the body of one of the handful of fems that lived. The
odds against it were incredible.

The final day as the fem I woke up early. If all went according to plan I
knew that I would be back in my own world some time before mid-day. Feeling
detached and distant, I went about my usual morning routine. The fact that
my belly was large and ripe didn't not send everyone to the bed of the young
fem as you might imagine. I still had at least five men a day knocking on my
door. Some of them seemed to take great pleasure in the fact I was pregnant,
I think it turned them on even more.

So sometime around eleven there I was, my belly hanging below me as I knelt
on all fours. One of the townsmen was behind me, ramming with enthusiasm
into my voluptuous pussy. I bit my hand to stifle my mounting screams as the
last shock of yet another orgasm started to subside. Just as the pleasure
was dying out I felt myself slipping away. I recognized the feeling, even
though six months had passed since I felt it, and soon I was pulled from my
body and sent flying through space.

When the world was still again I found myself staring up at an immaculate
while ceiling. I sat up slowly. My body was stiff and sore, and my head
throbbed painfully. Looking down, however I saw that I was indeed back in my
old life, back to being a man in a world of relative equality. As much fun
as sex was, it was a huge relief to know that I could actually have time to
myself again.

I decided, though, that as soon as the effects of the cryo-sleep had worn
off I desperately needed to get laid...

There was no doubt that my experience as a sex slave to a whole town made me
a different person. I never had any desired for men again, but my
appreciation of women was hugely improved.

After four months I decided to try and jump to the other dimension again. I
had a theory, but I wanted to prove it. I rigged the cryogenic machine again
as a precaution, and set about reliving the process that had sent me to that
world. I felt the separating and falling feeling that jarred me horribly.

My theory was correct. When I found myself corporeal again I saw a very
familiar room. Stone walls and a wash basin greeted me. I looked down and
saw the body of the fem once more, the same woman. The birth had passed and
my figure was back to something like it's prenatal self. The younger fem was
curled up beside me, sleeping. It all verified what I thought - I had not
become linked to this woman, anytime I came to this place I would become
her. We were joined together now, and I could never walk in this world as a
man.

Expecting as much, I only set the timer on the machine for 24 hours. I
decided that when I got back I would find a way to visit other worlds
instead, since I could never learn more about this world as a kept woman.  I
decided to go back to sleep, since I would need my rest for the long day of
shagging.