The Mutant Companion

Ms Arundel Joins the Staff

Emerging from the swimming pool at Fontle House in the city, Joffrey towelled himself dry. It had been a long, and at a times frustrating, day at the maintenance workshop for the giant pollutant extraction units now springing up everywhere around the city. That these units were making a difference was no longer in dispute. The difficulty was that some saw their success as a reason to not address the real problem, which was the polluting activities themselves. There was a hard core of important people who insisted that progress could not be held back by what they viewed as attempts to reduce profit. In their view profit and ever more environmental pollution were inextricably linked.

It probably didn’t help that his and Devlin’s ‘Smog Reduction Towers’ were making money almost hand over fist from the recovered chemicals, unburned fuels, and much more, and their use in the manufacture of many now indispensable synthetics. In fact, much to his surprise, Joffrey now found himself possessed of wealth beyond even his wildest dreams — largely thanks to his mutant genes, and to the pollution that caused it. He grinned as he dried himself, enjoying the fact that he had complete freedom here to be what he was, and enjoy his fetish side as well. What a contrast to his first days in Devlin’s household.

“Countess, your visitor has arrived early. I’ve warned her you are engaged, and made her comfortable in the small drawing room.” David the footman smiled, admiring his employer’s lithe figure, the only garment a low sitting thing now moulded to Joffrey’s prominent vulva.

Noting the gaze, Joffrey smiled. “Thank you, David. Please apologise to the young lady, I shall join her as soon as I am more modestly attired.”

“Yes, sir,” David replied, his smile widening. “His lordship has sent a cablegram, sir. He is returning this evening.”

Drawing his dressing gown around him, Joffrey nodded, his pulse quickening. “Wonderful. Has he indicated how his mission has gone?” Knowing that the ‘business trip’ had in fact been a cloak for a rescue, Joffrey was keen to know if all had gone well.

“The cablegram says only that he is satisfied, sir.” The Footman smiled. “He suggested that a celebration would be in order. He suggests a restrained outfit, sir.”

“That is good news at least.” Joffrey turned to go, his pulse hard. Devlin’s idea of a celebration these days involved indulging in Joffrey’s reawakened fetishes.  “Convey my greetings to Ms Arundel. I will join her shortly and my compliments to Mrs Peter, I shall have need of her assistance later.”

“My apologies for keeping you waiting, Ms Arundel.” Joffrey admired his visitor’s figure hugging leather leggings, leather basque top beneath her smartly cut bolero jacket and the long fashionable boots reaching above her knees, perfectly showing off her hour-glass figure. It exuded femininity, with the basque cupping and thrusting her shapely breasts beneath the blouse and open jacket. Despite her outfit, and her decidedly feminine figure, she exuded masculinity, her hair cut in a manly fashion and her face devoid of make-up. “I hope you have been attended to while you waited?”

"I have, thank you.” She hesitated, uncertainty plain in her expression. “You are the Countess Fontelbois?”

Joffrey smiled. “So I am assured.” He showed the signet on the small finger of his left hand, and the marriage band next to it. “At least the Earl assures me our marriage is legally binding and makes me so.”

Returning the smile, Ms Arundel laughed. “Absurd, is it not? I am genetically male, yet physically I am fully female.” She gestured at her body. “Indisputably so according to the law, and must live as one. My partner, genetically and indisputably female, is actually male in her genitalia, but prefers to be feminine. It is irritating at times, especially when it comes to matters of ownership and inheritance.”

“Indeed it does, Ms Arundel. Like you, I am genetically male, and physically appear so — except in one particular. It does make certain aspects of life rather complicated.” He paused, thinking of the sensation of being filled by Devlin, and in others absolutely delightful. “Shall we sit? I have a proposition to put to you which may resolve the problem you outlined to Mr Konsbruck.”

Seating herself carefully, Ms Arundel nodded. “I hope so, Countess.”

“As I understand your situation, you should be the heir to some property and an independent income, but, due to a legal technicality — the fact you are physically female despite your genetic qualification — you have been dispossessed in favour of a male relative who does not, at least in appearances, suffer any form of mutation. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” Her anger showed. “The bastard has turned us out, and cut off my income from the family trust.” Biting her lip, she continued, “He suggested that if I commit myself to a House of Recreation, he will consider restoring at least some of the allowance.”

“Ah,” Joffrey frowned. “I trust you told him what to do with the suggestion?”

“You may count on it.” Ms Arundel shifted uncomfortably. “After which he had me turned out, essentially with only my clothes. He claims I am entitled to nothing more in law and threatened to have me arrested and committal if I contested it.”

“Quite, a law the Earl has not yet managed to have repealed or amended.” Joffrey paused, conscious that his visitor was very attractive, and, from her gaze, had noted his physique and, of course, the shape of his crotch in his snug pantaloons. “I believe your are trained in the psychological disciplines?”

“That is correct.” Ms Arundel hesitated. “I decided to study it in order to gain a better insight into my own conflicts, and, I hoped, to help others with theirs. It has proved very challenging, especially when dealing with some who have endured long periods of conditioning …”

“Yes, I can well believe it.” Joffrey nodded. The scent of her leather was distracting him. He’d have to let Devlin to use full restraint on him later and subject him to a full range of his sexual fantasies before … “Some of us have found ‘unconventional’ ways of coping with our conditioning and our mutant desires, others may find it more difficult.”

Surprise showed on Ms Arundel’s face. “Exactly, Countess. Where you …?”

“I was, and now, sometimes, must avail myself of some of what I was conditioned to.” He hoped the thick pad in his crotch would be adequate to the moisture already leaking from his vagina. He focussed on the matter in hand. Mr Konsbruck had been, as usual, correct. Ms Arundel would be the perfect adjunct to Dr Prudence. “We have decided to offer you a living directing one of our rehabilitation facilities. There is a modest house for the Administrator, and the income is, I believe, comfortable. It will provide a starting point, Ms Arundel, from which other avenues may develop. If you are interested we can visit the facility and discuss the work and the terms.”

For a moment, Ms Arundel hesitated, then she smiled. “Thank you, Countess, I accept. Mr Konsbruck did discuss the position and the duties with me.” She hesitated. “I am, like you, married. May my partner live with me?”

Joffrey smiled. “Of course, the offer of the house is for you and your partner.” He stood. “Now, if you will excuse me for a few minutes, I will arrange for us to visit the house and the facility you are to Direct.”

In the privacy of his Dressing Room, Joffrey hurriedly stripped his pantaloons and the inadequate thong. From his supply of medication, he took out an applicator and a large capsule of the special gel he used to control his sexual desire — and filled his vagina with it. Then he donned his moulded chastity belt, replaced his thong and applied a fresh liner, then dressed. Dashing off a quick note to Mr Peter, he sent it via the vacuum tube, and then returned to the small sitting room.

“If you are ready, Ms Arundel, I believe the carriage is here, and we can go to the Institute." 

Ms Arundel rose and smiled, taking in Joffrey’s broad shoulders, narrow hips and slim waist, and his feminine crotch. “Thank you, Countess.”

“Where is your partner? Did she accompany you?”

“No, she’s waiting at our lodging.”

“Excellent. Write her a note. I will have Mr Konsbruck deliver it and bring her to the house.” Joffrey indicated an escritoire. You’ll find pen and paper there.” He tugged a bell cord as his visitor seated herself and began to write. When Jules arrived, Joffrey said, “My compliments to Mr Konsbruck. Most remiss of me, I forgot to request him to arrange for Ms Arundel’s partner and their possessions, to be collected and taken to the Institute, Jules.”

“I shall attend to it, Countess.” Jules bowed, accepting the note from Ms Arundel. “Welcome to the Fontlebois team, Ms Arundel.”  

The tour of the Institute was, in one way, a torture for Joffrey. Not only was he escorting a ‘woman’ who seemed to have a powerful effect on his libido, but he was talking to her about the manner in which “The Institute” taught its patients how to cope with their conditioned responses and desires. That the ‘lady’ seemed very knowledgeable on the subject, freely admitting to enjoying some forms of fetish herself, made it all the more difficult.

“There will be times, Ms Arundel, in which I will require some treatment. The Earl and I both have, ah, certain needs which can sometimes require our admission here.” Joffrey led the way to a separate suite. “Ms Peter will generally notify you in advance of our arrival — and Dr Prudence will provide you with the diagnosis and treatment we are to receive.” He smiled briefly. “It varies, unfortunately.”

Surveying the equipment, Ms Arundel smiled. “I understand, Countess. Have no fear, my partner and I are both trained in this field. Dr Prudence has already intimated the sort of matters we will need to provide for you.” She hesitated. “It will be a pleasure.”

Joffrey smiled. "I hope so."

They’d reached the commodious office Ms Arundel would use and just settled when the door opened and a fashionably dressed young woman entered. 

“Arrabella! Is it true? Lord Fontlebois has appointed you?”

“Beverley, my love. It is true, and we have a home as well.” She turned to Joffrey. “Countess, may I present my wife and partner? Beverley Snell-Arundel. Beverley, The Countess Joffrey.”

Amused, Joffrey bowed in acknowledgement, kissing the proffered fingers as Beverley Snell-Arundel curtsied. The contrast between Ms Arundell in her many attire, and her partner in her very feminine outfit was stark. “Delighted, Madam. I trust you will both be very happy in the house here.” He smiled at Ms Arundel. “I think perhaps we should walk over to it now. We won’t need protective clothing, there is a linking passage.”

“A house?” Beverley gasped. “Oh, we will need furnishings then.”

“Not immediately,” Joffrey told her. “It is fully furnished as it stands, though you may wish to rearrange it and perhaps remove or replace some items to your own taste. If you’ll follow me, we can visit it now. Your personal belongings will, I hope, already have been installed.”

He escorted his companions through the glazed tunnel passage, pointing out the features of the surrounding area. On arrival in the garden surrounding the house under the glazed dome, both newcomers stopped in surprise. 

“But it’s beautiful,” exclaimed Arrabella. She stared at the elegant double storey building, its Regency style of a double cube structure evident. “Far more than I expected!”

“I hope you’ll be very comfortable here,” Joffrey told them. “You are, of course, free to entertain friends whenever you wish. The house is entirely at your disposal. Mr Konsbruck will go over the considerations for maintenance and any other matters regarding occupancy within a day or two.” He handed over a wallet. “These are your contractual documents, and, of course, the keys. Shall we go inside? There is a cook, and a housekeeper in residence, with some cleaning automata to keep the house clean. You may wish to appoint a butler or footman. Mr Konsbruck will be pleased to commend suitable people — we have a policy of employing primarily those like ourselves — mutants — whenever possible.”

For a moment Arabella said nothing. Then Beverley broke the silence “This is like a fairytale, Arabella.”

“No, my dear, it’s better than that.” Arabella swept her partner off her feet. “Much better. Far, far better!” She turned to the Countess. “Thank you. You cannot imagine …” She stopped, then corrected herself. “My mistake, Countess, you know what it is like to be thrown aside. Thank you. Will you join us now in some tea?”  

Devlin studied the immobilised leather ‘mannequin’ awaiting him, and smiled. 

“I hoped Arrabella Arundel would have this affect, my love.” He pulled the draw string dangling between Joffrey’s legs, hearing the whirr as the spring that powered the clockwork device  covering his vulva wound up. "And our latest rescue was a success. We have earned some enjoyment." 

One of Joffrey’s most popular inventions among ladies, the device comprised of a moulded outer shell that fitted over the vulva, with a small dildo inserted into the vaginal opening, and inner features that slipped inside the inner labia. The final part had to be made individually as it had to fit inside the clitoral hood and make contact with the clitoris - or in Joffrey’s case, his deformed penis. Held in place by a tightly strapped harness, there was no escaping it, and when triggered it would give a half hour of exquisite torture. They were going to have a most enjoyable night.

Joffrey whimpered in anticipation, his eyes on his husband as he prepared to indulge both their passions.