Chapter One

 

Parker rammed himself into the writhing woman beneath him, taking pleasure in her gasps and the way her arse juddered and her sweat slick body trembled. He had not felt in control for so long, and just for this brief hidden time he was himself again. His large, powerful hands gripped her hips like a vice, holding her helpless and still as he penetrated her again and again. It was as if he could push away all the anger and humiliation that burned in his heart like a smouldering coal eating a hole in his flesh. He looked down with satisfaction at his huge solid cock, looking like a lacquered shaft of oak as it stabbed into the wet clasping depths of her cunt. At least that was one thing what had not failed him. He knew a lot of men lost their virility along with their jobs and their wives, but the anger and despair only made him harder. If the SAS had taught him anything, it was never to give up, not even as the last dregs of your life blood trickled from your torn veins. The anger also woke the darker side of his desires, and he smiled as his hands squeezed the hot, rigid weals that crisscrossed her bottom. Fortunately for her, the SAS had also taught him self control, so his fingers only crushed the flesh of her bum and not her throat. Besides, he liked women and still enjoyed their company. It was only his wife and his bitch of a female ex-boss that made him want to get out his combat knife. He wasn't wearing a condom and he could feel every ridge and bump of her vagina as he rode her hard, his muscles looking like steel bands wrapping and flexing around his body. With a roar, he accelerated his fucking, the sound of his loins slapping against her thighs and buttocks resembling that of a boxer's fists pounding a punching bag.

The girl came, shouting and moaning and biting the bed sheets.

Her orgasm trigged his own, and he ripped his cock out of her spasming cunt. He growled "Get your mouth around here."

She expertly spun around on her hands and knees and opened her mouth wide, tongue extended.

Parker placed the slime covered tip of his cock on her tongue and pumped his shaft twice with his hand. The touch of her tongue and the sight of her patiently waiting mouth was enough. A glittering stream of come spurted out of the tip of his cock, flowing over her tongue and into her mouth like a pearly tide.

Unlike a porn actress, she simply swallowed, closing her lips around the head of his cock and sucking expertly until he had finished coming.

He fell back onto the bed and smiled at the girl who lay down beside him, her head resting on his arm. He kissed her forehead and said, "Good one. Thanks. I really needed to blow off some steam."

She smiled back with genuine affection and said, "Happy to be of service. But I'm too expensive. You shouldn't be wasting your money like this."

He grunted. "It was either you or stick my pistol in my mouth." He gave her a squeeze. "You're prettier."

She kissed his cheek and said, "I'm sorry, but I've got to go, otherwise the boss will make me charge you for another hour." She rolled off of the bed and dressed with the efficiency that came of much experience. She waved and went out the door.

Parker stared at the ceiling. The dark clouds of depression closed around him again. After fighting for his country all over the world with the SAS and then working his way up to Detective Superintendent in the Metropolitan Police, he was ignominiously kicked out of the force after a female investigative journalist discovered that he had a taste for sadistic sex and tricked him into having an affair with her. When the blow by blow account of their lovemaking appeared in the papers under the banner headlines "Perverted Justice", the force dumped him like a hot potato - followed soon after by his wife, who's fictional but lurid description of his sexual mistreatment of her encouraged the court to hand over what was left of his assets and income to the lying ..." He wanted to use a word like "bitch" or "cunt", but the sad fact was that he still loved her in a masochistic kind of way. He sighed and glanced at the drawer in the bedside table. Perhaps it was a good time for the pistol after all. He had just blown every last penny that he had on the escort, and things weren't going to get any better than this. But before he could reach for the gun, his mind seemed to fill with a dark, throbbing vibration, as if the universe was beating in time with his heart, and then he fell into a deep, death-like sleep.

 

***

 

The room sounded different. The bed under him felt different. He had woken up under every conceivable condition, from rock desert to Antarctic ice cap, and before he opened his eyes he was certain that he was not in his apartment any more, and that he wasn't wearing the T-shirt and shorts that he had on when he dozed off. Worse, he wasn't alone. He could smell people both male and female, powerful electronic equipment, and most significantly, gun oil. Years of intense, almost deadly, training and even more years of experience prevented him from displaying any physical signs of waking, and his breathing stayed deep and steady as he opened his eyelids the tiniest crack.

A man's voice, cultured, middle aged, said, "You can open your eyes Mr Hammond, I know that you are awake. You are in no danger." His accent was strange. Not foreign, but - different.

Parker opened his eyes and said, "If I'm so safe, why is there someone with a gun behind me?"

The same man said, "The guard was a precaution. We don't always get what we aim at."

Parker chuckled. "Sounds like the US Air Force. Can I sit up without being shot?" When the man nodded he pushed himself up and slowly looked around the room and then at the hospital gown that covered his nudity. He took in the exotic equipment that surrounded him like a cocoon, the unfamiliar design of the guard's weapon, the design of their clothing and the fact that the woman who was dressed a bit like a nurse had no pants on. He looked steadily at the man and said, "Two questions - Am I drugged or mentally unbalanced? And if not, am I still on Earth?"

Parker noted a murmur of surprise amongst all the people in the room - correction, all the men in the room. The woman just stood quietly, her eyes watching alertly. He found it hard not to stare at the woman's bare pussy. If indeed she really was a woman and not some kind of science fiction android.

The man smiled and said, "My name is Professor Sean Rafferty. I am the one to blame for bringing you here, and as you might have noticed, everyone is impressed with your calm, adaptability and keenness of observation. With regard to your questions, the answers are a little bit complicated, so please believe me when I say that I'm not trying to avoid giving you an answer."

Parker nodded and said, "I'm listening."

Professor Rafferty said, "First, let me assure you that you are not drugged or mentally deranged. You are still on Earth, but not your Earth." He slowly moved closer. "I know that you are a reader of science fiction. Are you familiar with alternate timeline or parallel universe concepts?"

Parker raised an eyebrow, but nodded slowly. "Yes I am. Simply put, significant events in history, natural or man made, create splits or branches in the timeline, leading to different futures. Or in the parallel universe idea, multiple 'realities' have always existed, like many digital film tracks running side by side in a single file. Are you saying - "

The Professor nodded. "I'm afraid so. You are in a parallel universe or dimension. As you can see, in a broad sense, things developed just as they did in your dimension. You are still in the city of London, in a country called Great Britain. Obviously, we speak English." He saw Parker's eyes flick over to the woman in the room and he smiled. "Yes, I think the two most significant differences as far as you are concerned, are that first, I invented dimensional travel. The second is that the status of female humans worked out very differently here. Women or Fems as we call them, have no legal status almost anywhere in the world, save for in a few very primitive cultures in Africa and the Amazon. They are considered chattels, property, very similar to the domesticated dog. The strange concept of, what do you call it, oh yes, 'marriage', has never existed here.

Parker's gaze shifted irresistibly to the "nurse" and a wide grin began to slowly spread over his face.

 

***

 

Sitting in the study what he told Parker was his house, the Professor continued his explanation. "Before I tell you why we brought you here, it is important for you to know that you can return to your own dimension for another forty-eight hours."

Parker said, "Is that some kind of dimensional limit?"

The Professor shook his head. "Not quite. In a complicated way, conservation of energy applies to dimensional travel as well as normal physics. In order to bring you here, we had to send someone to your world. In fact, he was the closest genetic duplicate of you that we could find. He even looks a lot like you, except that he is dying of an incurable cancer. He is in great pain and he will wait for forty-eight hours from the time of his arrival before using your pistol to commit suicide. Once he is dead, he will not longer be similar enough to you to allow a return transfer. And before you ask, he was a volunteer." He reached out to his desk and pressed a button on a very ordinary looking telephone unit. "Mary, come in please."

Parker turned to look at the door. A moment later it opened and a young, very pretty woman entered, smiling happily at the Professor before moving to kneel at his side Japanese style, with her weight resting on her heels. Once more, her pussy was bare, although she wore socks and slippers.

The Professor stroked her hair and said, "This is Mary, my pet fem. Don't be fooled by your preconceptions, Mary is very intelligent and has a degree in physics. She is a great help to me in my work."

Parker was finding it hard to speak. "Your p...pet fem?" he stuttered. Inwardly he cringed when he said the word, a lifetime of conditioning in "sexual equality", "women's rights" and compulsory Police "sensitivity training" making him expect a burst of rage from the woman for the insult.

The Professor smiled, having some idea of the shock that Parker had to be feeling. "Yes indeed. I'm very proud of her. She comes from an excellent bloodline. She's very smart, and obedient. Aren't you Mary?"

Mary rubbed her master's leg affectionately with her hand. "Yes Sean." She looked at Parker and said with obvious pride, "I rated ninety-eight percent on the breeder's conformation scale at the last local Fem Show that Sean entered me in."

The Professor said, "Perhaps Mr Hammond would like to see your lines."

Mary jumped up eagerly and began to undress. She was wearing a Victorian looking lacy white blouse with frills at the cuffs and collar, topped with a matching faux corset that was obviously for decoration more than constriction.

"Neo-Victorian style is in fashion at the moment for personal fems," the Professor said, pointing at her clothes. "It would cost a fortune except for the fact that like most owners, I keep her naked when there is no one but family and close friends around and I don't have to keep up appearances. Mary prefers to be naked most of the time except when it's cold."

Mary smiled and said, "Skin is easier to keep clean." She had managed to take all of her clothes off by then, the corset being fastened by something that resembled Velcro, and was pulling her socks off. When she was totally naked she struck a pose, hands above her head and crossed at the wrists with her palms facing forward.

The Professor studied the naked girl proudly. "As you can see, she's a house breed, relatively slim and light-boned, nice tight bottom and the light pink nipples of her class. Mary's bloodline is noted for their prominent clitoris. The original breeders liked the idea of having it ready to the touch without a lot of stretching and pulling."

Mary obligingly pushed her pussy towards Parker to let him see her clitoris, which was indeed clearly visible even from her standing position.

Parker was tempted to touch it, but he was still very uncertain how it all worked. For all he knew, touching a "pet" without permission might be a criminal offence.

The Professor must have noted Parker's uncertainty. He snapped his fingers and Mary returned to kneel at his side. He smiled and said, "I think a quick summary regarding the status of fems in Britain would be useful to you. One thing to remember is that it is a very serious criminal offence to allow a fem to cover her vulva, that is, any visible part of her genitalia, with clothing or any other object, except when permits are granted under special conditions such as very severe weather. This is to prevent the possibility of a fem ever being mistaken for a man. For the moment, I think it would be easiest for you to think of the legal status of fems in terms of valuable household pets in your world. While they do not have any legal rights of their own, there are laws to prevent wanton cruelty or killing of fems, similar to the laws against cruelty to domestic animals in your world, especially dogs and cats." He chuckled. "I've read some of what you call BDSM fantasies where fems or women as you call them, are treated very harshly in a world where they are chattels, sometimes even being eaten. In reality, this reality at least, common sense, economics and common decency prevent that. If it is not right to beat a dog half to death or to eat one for dinner, then why should it be right for a fem? Besides, would you go out and buy a very expensive pedigree dog just to cruelly mistreat it?" He stroked Mary, who looked a little upset at the idea of fems being treated as food. "Besides, I have a theory based on what I have learned of your culture, that much of the desire to mistreat your 'women' is due to the misguided status that your people give them and especially the strange ideas you call 'marriage' and 'divorce'. Just think, would you feel resentful of your pet dog?"

Parker nodded. "I see your point, and you may be right." He didn't mention the disappointment that he felt. Based on what the Professor had said, there would be no place in this world either for someone with his liking for s&m.

The Professor shrewdly noticed Parker's disappointment and guessed it's source. He said, "However, unlike dogs, fems obviously have a sexual function, both for reproduction and recreation."

Mary nodded and smiled. "I like recreation."

The Professor said, "Since the sexual tastes of men in this dimension vary as widely as they do in yours, breeders have had to accommodate this fact and tailor their fem breeds accordingly. Sex is not the taboo subject that it is in your world. Just like there are dogs bred for just about every purpose, fems are bred to serve purposes ranging from personal status symbols to fighting breeds for the police and military, and naturally sexual functions play a big part in this."

Parker's ears pricked up on hearing this, and he began to feel hope and a tingle of excitement. Perhaps he had despaired too soon.

The Professor nodded. "Yes, that's right. There are men in this dimension who have tastes similar to yours and, naturally, breeders have worked to accommodate them. There are several breeds of fems which have been created with strong sexual impulses and very high pain thresholds. Some are very obedient, while others are extremely loyal and adaptable." The Professor held up a warning hand. "This does not mean that you can take one out of the shop and beat her up with a whip and expect her to react correctly. Just like any fem or any pet for that matter, it is up to you to train her properly. She just has the right instincts and physical make up that will make it most likely that your training will succeed. In many cases, if it turns out that you are unhappy with your fem, you can find a buyer for her. The pet shop can help with that." The Professor sat down in a worn, comfortable looking armchair and said, "In order to help you learn about our world and to provide a taste of what it is like, I have a gift for you." He turned to his fem. "Mary, please fetch Parker's gift."

Mary said, "Yes Sean," nodded eagerly and trotted out of the room. Minutes later, she came back, leading another fem by the hand. This one was younger, and dressed in a red, Neo-Victorian outfit with high, glossy red leather boots. She looked eager and shy at the same time as Mary led her up to Parker. Mary was fairly dancing with excitement. "Isn't she lovely?" she said.

Parker looked at the Professor in surprise.

The Professor nodded. "She's yours Parker, both for the trial period and permanently if you decide to stay. Treat her well. She comes with a comprehensive instruction manual. For now, I will be responsible for her feed and for registering her as your property. Her name is Susan. Fems have what you would call surnames or more precisely pedigree codes, that are based on where they were born and their bloodline. Susan's is 868-9217-LON-SW3. She will be able to tell you everything you want to know about the history and general workings of our world, or how to find the information in the library or the Globe-link."

"What you would call the Internet," Mary explained, seeing his blank expression. Standing behind Susan, Mary indicated that Parker should stand up. When he did, she touched Susan's shoulders and the girl knelt down upright on her knees and held out her hands to Parker.

The Professor said, "Parker, do you accept this fem as your pet and agree to be responsible for her?"

Mary nodded vigorously at Parker, smiling widely and mimed taking Susan's hands.

Feeling a bit lost, Parker looked down at Susan and smiled. He said, "I do," and took her hands. He watched as Susan kissed his palms. He saw Mary signal that he should help her stand, so he did, lifting her hands.

Susan stood up, tears of happiness shining in her eyes. She said, "May I kiss you master?"

Bemused, Parker nodded and found himself enfolded in her arms as she warmly and lovingly kissed him on the lips.

The Professor said sternly, "Read her manual before attempting any training."

Parker nodded. "I promise." Just like that, he found himself the owner of a pet fem.

The Professor sighed and said, "Right. Now that's settled, why don't we adjourn to lunch and I will explain why you were brought here."