EPILOGUE
And so, in the span of a little more than a week, the entire Yaros
archeological expedition had been transformed into women. Yet Circe and her
entourage could not yet rest peacefully. A final price still had to be
paid.
For another ten days, the girls on the island whiled away their time
playing dress-up with their fine new clothes, learning how to tend to their
hair and their nails, experimenting with their cosmetics. Martin and Justin
finished their periods. Steven started hers. No storms came up, so no ships
were wrecked. No Greek paratroopers descended from the sky. No smoke
signals were sent to passing ships.
On the morning of the eleventh day a rusty freighter dropped anchor in the
island's eastern cove. It sent two boats ashore with a party of about
twenty men. They came bearing shackles and chains. By day's end, they had
rounded up the ten girls, chained them together at the waist in groups of
five, and trundled them, weeping hysterically, into the boats. Like so much
merchandise, they were loaded onto the freighter, which steamed off to
Izmir on the Turkish coast. In Izmir the girls were forced to dress in
harem pants and revealing halter tops. They were transported in a
windowless bread truck to Istanbul, where they were turned over to the
notorious Mme. Zeynep Erkip, ex-madam turned whoremonger, who bought and
sold fair-skinned girls throughout the Mideast, Greece, Asia Minor and the
Indian subcontinent.
Mme. Erkip, it seems, had been contacted by Stavros and Dimitrios; she paid
the two Greek transmutes 10,000 dinars to learn where she could acquire ten
young women (most of them white), lacking identity documents and therefore
unprotected by any state, whom she could sell at a tidy profit on the white
slave exchanges in Anatolia. Thus, Stavros and Dimitrios not only were to
obtain ultimate vengeance, but were well-paid in the process.
Over the ensuing months, the ill-starred transmutes were sold off as harem
slaves, concubines and domestics to various wealthy businessmen and minor
potentates in Turkey, Iran, Iraq and India. Brad, who was the fairest, went
first, to a corrupt army general from Erzurum; she fetched a good price.The
old general insisted that she always wear a long blue satin sheath dress,
silk stockings and keep her hair styled like Jean Harlow's. Neal, who had
the broadest hips, a highly desireable attribute among Indian connoisseurs
of marketable females, was bought next, also at a hefty price, by a banker
from Madras. She was fed on a diet of medjool dates and goat milk to keep
her skin smooth and pale.
Martin and Steven went for less: they ended up in a Baghdad brothel
together, where they had their brains fucked out several times a night for
the next twenty years. They were never permitted to be in the sun, lest it
spoil their fair skin. Justin was bought by a distant cousin to the Shah of
Iran who believed that women should be fucked but not heard: all his
concubines had had their vocal cords severed by the palace physician.
Justin was no exception: she never spoke again. A year later she was
delivered of twins after twelve hours of mute labor.
Colin's red hair proved a valuable asset for Mme. Erkip, who sold her for
an outlandish sum to an Arabian sheik from Jubbah, to whom she ultimately
bore six children, the first of which (a boy), had an uncanny resemblance
to the untransmuted Peter Draper. When she was not being fucked, she spent
most of her time reclining on Persian rugs in a tent. The four little
Greeks were quickly determined to be unsuitable as concubines - they were
snapped up as menials by the same whoremaster who bought Martin and Steven.
He payed a trifling sum for them. They were taught to be hairdressers and
manicurists and also did all the laundry for the bordello.
As for Draper, Mme. Erkip considered her the pick of the litter, well worth
an investment of several months' training. Assisted by the lash, Draper was
an apt pupil and soon knew how to pleasure a man in each and every position
of the Kama Sutra. Draper also received expert instruction in exotic
dancing, flower arranging, singing, poetry recital, stringing beads....
and, of course, in fellatio, at which she truly excelled. Commanding the
highest price of all the transmutes, Draper was purchased by the young and
virile Maharaja of Jaipur after only one night's "free sample." Though she
was thrown in with sixty-eight other concubines, she proved so adept in the
arts of sexual congress that she quickly became the maharaja's favorite.
Draper not only bore him five sons, but eventually attained the rank of
consort, wielding considerable influence at court. She occasionally
suffered from nightmares that she had been de-sexed and transformed into a
man. Such dreams made her all the more responsive to the maharaja the next
time he took her to bed and served only to preserve her primacy in the
harem.
What became of Stavros and Dimitrios? Because they had served Circe so
well, they were restored to their masculine selves and returned to their
families on Andros. They never told their wives why they had been gone for
so long, nor what had happened to them. They became more attentive lovers
and never took part in any new archeological digs. Both, however, took to
wearing panties in secret, a compulsion neither could resist, though it
disgusted them, as did their recurring fantasies about becoming women
again.
And the temple? When the authorities finally sent a party to Yaros to find
out what had happened to the expedition, they found a heap of rubble on the
site of the old prison. As no recent earthquakes had been registered in the
region, all assumed that an an undetonated explosive had been set off by a
pick or a shovel, burying the whole work crew. Within a year, a new prison
was built on the site, the rubble never having been further disturbed.
THE END
