Chapter 22

It had been a long spring, and a new anxiety was welling up as I kept up with my classes. Aside from my class work, I didn’t even consider sex with anyone, not even Kylie. We still slept together, but I made her understand that I couldn’t cheat on Marty anymore, so all we did was cuddle. Sleeping alone was just too much to bear for either of us. The worst thing was not being able to satisfy my urges, I was still a well-tuned slut, and I craved sexual attention. My commitment to Marty was stronger, but it was still hard for me to handle going without the wonderful fuckings I’d gotten used to. Classes did help take off the edge, but that wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy me, and I was there to learn, not just enjoy myself. What I really wanted was to be able to show Marty just how much I loved him.

Kylie was getting along better than I was. She could still fuck with abandon, and often did in her bed while I was trying to sleep. At times like that, I’d just lay there and masturbate under my covers wishing that it was me making those sounds while Marty was pounding my steaming pussy. It helped me feel a bit better knowing that Kylie would be around even after we left school. Mr. Reiner had apparently taken an interest in her for the last few years, helping her with school projects and eventually with her application to the academy. She hadn’t imagined anything was amiss, not until much later. I could sense her anger at that, but I couldn’t help her anymore, and she stormed off a lot to go get fucked after thinking about what had been done to her.

The beginning of summer brought me a special treat, my one true love was coming to meet me! Mr. Redgar had called me into his office and told me the wonderful news. Mr. Reiner had been pleased by my performance at the party some months earlier, and at my proven devotion to Marty since. I could hardly believe it, but he had decided that I was ready for Marty to get to know me. I was simply in heaven after that, and went through my weekly routine with a happy air to my steps. I did have to be careful not to sing sweet nothings while Kylie was around after she gave me a few very harsh looks at my obviously merry self. I sympathized with her, after all, she wasn’t going to have a wonderful man like Marty to marry, but I didn’t let her negative attitude get me down. After all, everything I’d been prepared for was about to happen, and I didn’t want anything to go wrong.

I stewed for that week, just anticipating the day, and then finally it came. I couldn’t think of a better day to meet my love. It was perfectly sunny, with a slight breeze on a wonderfully warm day, just the perfect weather for running around naked, which I was certainly hoping to get to do. I dressed up in my favorite dress, a modest thing, but one that still showed off all my curves nicely without showing off too much skin. I toyed with the idea of not wearing my underwear, but I decided against it. I’d gotten much more modest since that orgy, and had even taken up underwear again. I didn’t want Marty to think I was anyone’s slut but his, and I’m sure he’d enjoy getting to undress me too, just like a Christmas present. I giggled at that thought, and made sure to wear my best frilly underwear just for that. The panties and the bra each had a nice little bow that he could tug on and they’d fall open for him.

I sat impatiently in the visitor’s center just waiting for Marty after I’d dressed. I fumbled with the heart locket with his picture that was dangling from my neck. I knew so much about him, but I’d never touched him, and now I just wanted to wrap myself around him and let him know just how much I missed not being with him. Finally, Mr. Redgar strode out into the meeting room with my Marty in tow. I think I just melted in that instant, Marty was so much more than I could have dreamt of. He was perfectly handsome, with his round little face and glasses. I could hardly stand to look upon such magnificence, but I couldn’t resist either, he was just so perfect. I know this only took a moment, and before he had even set his eyes on me, I stood up and strolled gingerly over. This was the most important moment of my life, meeting my man, my love, for the first time.

“Ah, Marty, her she is, Ana, your fiance if you find her acceptable.” Mr. Redgar waved a hand towards me as I approached.

Marty just looked at me with an awestruck stare. He certainly looked me over with a satisfying leer, but he was stuck with some kind of disbelief that I just couldn’t help but giggle at.

“Hi, Marty. I’m so happy to finally meet you!” I smiled and put out my hand. I know, I wanted to just wrap myself around him and kiss him all over, but he looked so cute and helpless that I didn’t want to scare him off. I must have been quite the surprise, he must have thought I was some ugly girl or something.

“Uh, hello.” Marty stuttered and after a moment’s hesitation, he reached out and took my hand. I shuddered just feeling his masculine fingers wrap themselves around my dainty fingers. We shook hands, and then he pulled away first. I was really beginning to think he had a confidence problem, but I wasn’t too worried, with a woman like me in his bed, he’d feel like the strong man he was in no time.

“Well, I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about. Why don’t you take a walk around the grounds? If you need anything, Marty, just call my office. Have fun, and just be sure to check out at the main gate when you leave.” Redgar smiled and then walked away without any further ado.

Marty just stood there, still looking quite stunned, so I decided I would have to take action. I reached down and grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. “Come on, Marty, I know a great path where we can stroll and no one will bother us.”

That was quite true, because I’d reserved it just for today. That was the way things worked around here for us betrothed students. We got special privilege to campus spots when our fiances came to visit, and I reserved the perfect path and make out spot for us. I just hoped that Marty wouldn’t mind having some fun.

Marty didn’t resist my tugs, and just followed along like some puppy. I did feel pretty weird directing him around, it just wasn’t right for a girl to take charge, but I had the sinking feeling that Marty would require a lot of confidence building before he actually took his proper place in our relationship. I stayed quiet as I led him off to the walking path, not wanting to take away any chances for him to take charge.

It wasn’t until we were well on the path, and we were both very much by ourselves that Marty piped up again. “Wait, Ana.”

I stopped right in my tracks and turned around to face him. “Yes, Marty?”

“My Dad, and Mr. Redgar both told me that you’ve been conditioned or something to be my girlfriend. I know that sounds crazy, but that’s what they’ve told me. Do you know anything about that?” Marty asked, genuine concern lacing his words. I didn’t know what to make of that, I couldn’t imagine Marty not knowing that I was supposed to marry him.

“Of course, silly. I’m going to be your wife, if you’ll have me.” I pouted a bit at the last part. How could anyone turn down a slut made especially for them?

Marty just frowned at that, looking even more perplexed than he had before. “What’s wrong, Marty? Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes, you don’t know me, how could you say you’re going to be my wife? What did they do to you?” Marty asked. I could feel outrage in his voice. He really hadn’t known about me before and I was getting truly worried. He might decide to turn me away, and that would be horrible. I couldn’t even imagine that.

“I do know you, Marty, I know you love anime for all the doe eyed girls, and you love to watch war shows and build model trucks and had five of your dad’s old playboys under your bed in junior high. All they did to me was make me into the perfect wife for you, so that I could love you and give you my heart.” I quickly rattled off. “Please don’t turn me away, Marty. I do love you, and I’ll be a great wife for you, just don’t turn me away.”

Then he did just that, turned away. I felt my stomach turn at the despondent look in his eyes as he did. Something was wrong, something dreadful, and he was lost in thought again. I pulled up to him and pressed myself into his side. “Please, Marty, just let me make it better. I’ll do anything you want.”

Marty turned around and looked at me with a sudden fierceness in his eyes. “I know, Ana, I didn’t believe it was possible, but I really do believe now. Don’t worry, I won’t abandon you, not until you want me to.”

I warmed at his words and squeezed myself to his chest while he ran a hand over my head. This was what I wanted, to be in his care, just like this.

“Is there a spot where we can sit and talk privately? I want to know some things about what happened here.” Marty asked.

“Of course, just up a little bit there’s a clearing with some benches and a little picnic. I thought you’d like it.” I chimed. I had hoped that a nice little picnic would be an excellent pretext for him to seduce me, not that he needed to, I just figured he’d enjoy the idea of seducing me in a field.

“That sounds good.” Marty replied and we set off. I grabbed his hand as I walked beside him, and he didn’t pull away even though he did give me a surprised look.

It didn’t take us long to make it to the clearing and soon we were sitting down and eating the lunch I’d packed. It wasn’t much, but then it was never comfortable fucking on a full stomach so I didn’t want to cause a problem that way. We got into discussing my life and especially my time here at school. It had taken some prodding, I didn’t want him to know how much of a slut I’d been in those early days, but eventually he got the full story of my transformation into the woman I now was.

“So you’re just a pretty young lady who my Dad chose to be my wife, and they programmed you to love me and turn yourself into some kind of sex toy for me.” Marty stated, recapping my much longer story. He had paid exquisite attention to my stories, even asking some rather embarrassing questions about my behavior. I had to answer, of course, but that hadn’t kept me from blushing rather deeply.

“Yep, I’ve been prepared to be your perfect wife, obedient, publicly modest and privately passionate. Don’t think I’m some brain washed bimbo though, I’m every bit as smart as I was before coming here, and I’ve been studying very hard and not just in my sex ed classes.” I proudly replied. I had a lot to be proud of too, at least I thought so.

“And none of that bother’s you in the least? Didn’t you have other plans before they did this to you?” Marty asked, his obvious concern still flowing with his words. I’d begun to understand his problem. He hadn’t expected this, and was rather put off by the idea of having a programmed wife like me.

“I guess I did have plans, but that doesn’t matter any more, and neither does any of my old feelings about my changes. I’m yours now, just like I should be.” I replied confidently. Hopefully, I could convince him that this was the proper way of things. I certainly believed that, and if he didn’t I didn’t even want to think about life without him.

Marty just drifted off into thought again after that. I pulled up to him and just cuddled while he considered whatever it was he was considering. It was so nice to be close to him like this after having waited so long. I just felt so wonderful that I soon drifted off to sleep still cozily pressed up against him.

“Wake up, Ana.” Marty spoke as he gently rocked my arm. “I want to ask you something.”

I yawned and stretched for a moment. I had never felt so refreshed in all my days. “Of course, honey, what do you want to know.”

“You said you’re supposed to be obedient, does that mean you’ll do anything I tell you to?” Marty asked, obviously thinking of something.

“Of course, Marty, I’ll do anything you tell me to do.” I replied. Finally, he seemed to be getting it, I was his wife, his slut, here to provide for his pleasure. Now, I was just waiting patiently for his first command, his first use of his new lover.

Marty smiled at my reply. “Good, I guess I’m going to have to risk it then. Ana, I want you to remember the real you, the girl that came to school here. Forget about all that stuff they programmed you to become. I want to talk to the old Ana. Can you do that for me?”

I screamed, at least I think I did. Suddenly everything seemed to be boiling in my head. I was awash in sensations and memories and something that I couldn’t understand, ripping apart my thoughts. I fell to the ground, clutching my head, whimpering as Marty’s words sank in, reshaping my reality.

The viscous storm subsided quickly, and I felt things running around in my head again, finding their places. It was the strangest sensation, like I was rebuilding myself brick by brick. Worst of all, I could see the foundation, sense the bricks laid at the bottom, and I knew Marty would be disappointed, even the fact that I cared about his feelings told me what I would be left with.

Marty was holding me in his arms when I came back to my senses. I felt very safe in those arms, but now I understood just where those feelings came from, and actually hated the source, though not the effect.

“Thanks for trying, Marty.” I said softly as I regained my voice.

“What do you mean? Are you okay?” Marty asked, obvious concern laced his tongue again and I warmed at his concern. I did still love him, regardless of the rest.

“I’m better now, but I still love you, I still have the same drives, but I feel like myself again, not like the new me. I can’t really explain it, but I’m not free of all the programming, just my acceptance of it.” I answered, trying my best to explain the way I was feeling. It was like burning down a forest, all the brush was gone, but the naked trees were left standing, holding tight my responses though not my internal justifications. I hated what had been done to me, but couldn’t resist the effects. The difference was minor, but I felt almost real again.

“Damn, I knew it wouldn’t be that easy.” Marty frowned. “Don’t worry, Ana, I’ll figure out a way to help you, and everyone else here.”

That shocked me. Here I was a poor little girl he didn’t know, and he was going to risk his neck for me. If I wasn’t already in love with him, I think I would have fallen right then anyway. It’s just not easy for a girl not to fall for a hero, especially when she was the damsel in distress.

“Be careful, Marty, they could always put you in here, make you into somebody’s boy toy. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened to you because of me.” I warned. That was the last thing that I wanted, for Marty to be put in danger because of me. Sure, it was romantic, but I wanted him for myself and I didn’t want to see him on the wrong side of the people who had programmed me.

“I will, don’t worry. I have to think about this and call up some people before I do anything. Do you think you can handle your normal routine here for a while?” Marty asked. I could see in his eyes that he was considering what to do next.

“It’ll be weird, but I don’t think I’ll have any trouble. Like I said, my urges haven’t changed, so all I have to do is flow with them. At least I hope so.” I answered. I had no idea how easy or hard it would be. I had a sense of my old self back to me, but I had no idea how long it would last or how deeply it truly went.