The Writer's Muse Ch. 03

Thank you for all the positive feedback for the first two parts of 'The Writer's Muse' and I hope you like the final part as much.

Once again I caution anyone who doesn't like the description of sex with a Trans girl to find another story in a different category. However, for those who like the genre and haven't read my story 'Leftovers' yet I have now moved it into the Trans category, where it should have been all along.

LB

Chapter 16

I shower and get into bed with a warm and naked Chloe and we cuddle, lying side by side so we can look at each other. Chloe starts her story.

"I was born a boy and given the name Kristian Scott Ecclestone. My father was ... Tommy Ecclestone ... "

I immediately berate myself.

"Duh ... how could I be so stupid!"

Chloe looks at me inquisitively.

"Don't worry ... I had been trying to work out who your parents might have been but missed him out of the list of possibles ... Duh ... of course ... Tommy Ecclestone, lead singer with Black Steel ... the 70's heavy metal band. Your mum caused quite a stir back then when she eloped with her 'bit of rough' as the tabloids called him at the time. I can just about understand why Tommy would not have wanted to own up to you going Trans as it probably would not go with the Heavy Metal image ... I still think he was a selfish prick."

Chloe laughed.

"You and me both, babe! I guess by brushing me under the carpet he got a few more years of longevity out of the band as they were still touring successfully until his death ... the result from one too many sex-and-drugs-and-rock-and-roll nights. Yeah, my mum was the second daughter of Lord ... let's say ... a minor member of the royal family and her dalliance with my dad was frowned upon. They cut her out of the will but put her share of any inheritance into a trust for me when I was born. She died when I was 10 from a drugs overdose and I'm surprised that I survived to adulthood without getting involved in anything heavier than weed and a bit of coke. My upbringing was ... err ... alternative to start with and their parenting skills were ... umm ... pretty poor, if truth be told; they packed me off to boarding school from an early age. They did not take me on tour so I was not really exposed to their lifestyle to that extent and spent the holidays at my grandparents if the band was touring. There was always plenty of money about and my maternal grandparents made sure I was well looked after. I never met my dad's parents ... I think he left home at 16 and never went back.

"I took my grandmother's maiden name, Duguid, when my father demanded that I change it and picked Chloe out of nowhere ... Jesus I crapped myself when you called me Chloe to the policeman that first night ... of all the names you could have picked ... Jeez!"

We both chuckle and she raises her eyebrows in an indication of how worried she had been.

"I just used the name ... I never got it changed officially or anything. Anyway, I told you about deciding to go Trans and went to university and it was there that I really started to feel free for the first time. I had no experience of living as a girl and was worried that I would have to keep explaining what and who I was but it was easier than I thought. There was no one there who I knew from school so I just became a girl called Chloe Duguid. I had to invent a backstory about parents and home life but kept myself to myself for the first few weeks.

"I had a single room in halls so didn't have to do the 'talk' with a room-mate and didn't go out much and so avoided drunken gropes from the jocks. I was aware that some guys can get really aggressive if they find out you are Trans when they think you are a cis-girl so stayed away from parties until I joined the LGBT society ... no, don't ask me why it is now LGBTQ. That was the start of me becoming more open about who and what I was but actually found that the society was too strident ... I just wanted to be me and mix with ordinary people ... I didn't want to change the world ... I had already changed my world ... that was ... is ... enough.

"I found it a bit like being in a ghetto. You know, when all the waves of immigrants ... I did Social Geography and Politics as my degree by the way ... well anyway, throughout history waves of immigrants end up living in close proximity to their countrymen for protection as much as anything. Anyway ... there were a few well intentioned straight and cis people ... do you know I'm not a good advert for the Trans community because I used that expression thinking it meant 'Comfortable In Skin' but it actually is a Latin word ... but effectively means the same thing!

She pauses and looks questioningly at me.

"I'm not going on too long am I ... is this boring you ...?"

I hug her and kiss her.

"How could I be bored. I'm hearing the story of the most important person in my life and there's lots of important snippets in there ... like you did 'Colouring In' for your degree ... ouch ... that hurt!"

She smirks at having pinched my nipple.

"Serves you right ... I'll have you know that the Physical Geographers do 'Colouring In'. I went nowhere near mountains and rivers and stuff. Anyway, how do you know that's what it was called?"

I blush and equivocate.

"Umm ... I just do ..."

An evil grin appears on her face.

"Come on 'fess up. You did Geography, didn't you?"

I nod sheepishly and she giggles but gently kisses where she pinched me and my cock, which has been subdued for a while, wakes up a little.

"I'll ask how you ended up as a journalist later but ... where was I? Oh, yeah LGBT is a ghetto and I wanted to be accepted by the wider community. I wasn't advertising I was Trans but lots of them were very ... umm ... 'out there' and the people like me, quiet and unassuming, were often tarred with the same brush so as soon as I 'outed' myself then the trolls started having a go.

"It was at this point I met ... Jay ... he ... err ... saved me from a couple of idiots one evening at the college bar and we hit it off and then ... became lovers ... "

She looks carefully at me at this point as though trying to gauge my reaction to the knowledge about her past love life. I kiss her to ease her fears.

"Sweetie, You've got a previous sex-life, I've got an even longer one. It happens, so let's move on ... although ... he's another selfish prick for putting himself and his inheritance before you."

She smirks at me.

"Boasting about your sex life, huh, George? Bit of a lad, were you ... no ... stop it ... don't tickle meeee!"

I kiss her again and hope that my sincerity shines through.

"Yes I was a bit of a lad, but I can honestly say that the best sex of my life has occurred in the last 24 hours. I just love your sexy body."

She goes all coy and blushes before kissing me gently.

"Well, that makes two of us and I hope you never grow tired of making love to me."

I grin.

"Trust me, I won't ... now stop getting me sidetracked or I'll have to roll you over and fuck your tight little arse."

Chloe's eyes smoulder as she moans and bites her bottom lip before pulling my head towards her and rapes my mouth with her tongue.

"You sexy man ... I'll hold you to that ... you have no idea how much I love your cock deep in my bum."

"I think I do! Anyway, the sooner you finish your story ... the sooner ... we can fuck like bunnies!"

She rolls her eyes.

"You have such a way with words ... NOT! Anyway, where was I ... oh yeah ... Jay ... lover ... then husband ... then ... not ... well, leastways not living with me. Cue two years of living alone, working as a researcher for an MP ... no I'm not telling you their name or affiliation ... it was just a job ... although the party does have a better attitude to Trans people than some of the others. So ..."

She pauses and looks nervous at this point.

"So ... a few days ago I get a call from my lawyer saying that the former ... well he may still be the manager of Blue Steel, Ron Jackson, was trying to track me down. I just assumed it was something to do with Dad's estate and told the lawyer to handle it but he said that he wanted to meet me personally ... although apparently what he actually said was that he wanted to meet Tommy's son, Kristian ..."

Chloe takes a deep breath and I can see her trying to get a grip of her emotions.

"Hey, sweetie ... we can come back to this if you would rather ..."

She shakes her head,

"No ... no ... I owe it to you to know the full story ... seeing as how you might be in danger as a result of knowing me ..."

She looks so scared that I can't resist pulling her into my arms and holding her tight against my chest. I can feel her body shake with a sob.

"Please, no ... no ... stop being so fucking wonderful and loving and ... shit ... "

She giggles through her sobs.

"... no ... no on second thoughts ... carry on being fucking wonderful and loving and shit ... you lovely man."

Chloe takes a deep breath and composes herself.

"It was weird that he asked to meet 'Kristian' as he obviously didn't know what had happened, but then maybe my father hadn't told him. I remembered him from my childhood but hadn't seen him for a long time, certainly not since becoming 'Chloe'. However, it was even more weird as I had got an SMS from Jay the previous day which said 'Hi Kristian, meet me at the Marquess of Anglesey at 6pm, tomorrow?'. To which I replied 'WTF Jay?' because he had never used my birth name before although he knew it as it was on the marriage certificate... we had a same-sex wedding as it was easier than getting the Gender Recognition Certificate. He just replied 'Dont ask. Pls come, its important.'

"So I was totally confused. Here were two people in the space of 24hours asking to meet Kristian, one of whom I knew but had never called me that in his life and the other was a memory from the past. I wanted my lawyer present when I met with Ron Jackson in case it got into into the details of the estate and he set it up for the following day at his office. I went off to meet Jay at the pub in Covent Garden where we first met."

Chloe stops speaking and her breath catches before she continues.

"He never showed up. I rang him after 5 minutes but he didn't answer and then I tried ringing or texting every 5 minutes or so after that but got no response. After half an hour I got up to leave and started to walk home ... I live in Russel Square ... and I'd just left the pub when this guy taps me on the shoulder and said 'I'm looking for Kristian Ecclestone, do you know him?'

"I was totally confused and must have looked it but tried to brush him off by saying something like 'I have no idea who you are talking about, please leave me alone' and turned away but he grabbed me by the arm and starts shouting at me ... telling me that I must know Kristian ... that I was lying ... that I had Kristian's phone ... he had seen me using it ... he says he's going to hurt me if I don't tell him where Kristian is.

"I'm starting to get worried at this point and have no idea how to deal with this crazy man who obviously knows something but I have no idea how he's connected me to ... err ... me! Just then he makes a gesture and this big Range Rover pulls up beside us and I'm too stunned by what's happening to cry out as this big guy gets out and indicates with a gun that I should get into the back of the car. A fucking gun, I just about shat myself! The big guy gets in the back with me and they drive through London for ... hell I don't know ... it could have been 30 seconds or 30 minutes as all I can see is the gun pointing at me. The first guy is driving and talking on the phone and the only bit of the conversation I register is 'Kristian did not show up but we traced some chick who was texting and calling Jay on his phone.

"By now I'm starting to get a grip on myself and play the frightened girly to a 'T' ... not that it was difficult... I was so fucking scared! I cowered in the corner of the car and start sobbing and crying anytime the guy with the gun looks at me. I can't figure out why they are after Kristian as they obviously have a trace on Jay's phone but why would they think it is 'Kristian'' and not 'Chloe' which is what he used to have in his contacts? The only thing I could think of was that he'd changed it when we split up ... a sort of pointed finale to our relationship ... it made me very sad. Anyway, I start to tell them they have the wrong person but the guy with the gun sticks it in my face and tells me to shut the fuck up. I shut up.

"We eventually pull up at this big house ... which I didn't recognise ... I had no idea where I was or who owned it. They made me get out and I was taken inside and down into a wine cellar where they locked me in and left me. There was a load of racks full of wine bottles there but also some stuff that I would say was from a BDSM movie set ... not that I've really seen one ... ropes, hooks in the ceiling, a diagonal cross and some weird looking benches. They took my phone and I don't wear a watch so I have no idea how long I was in there for but eventually, I hear somebody coming and the door is unlocked and this old guy walks in and looks at me and ... Jesus ... I almost shat myself all over again. ... it's Ron Jackson, only he looks really ... really pissed off.

"He looks at me and says 'I need to know where Kristian Ecclestone is. You seem to know his husband, Jay ... fucking gays getting married ... who would have thought ... no wonder that Tommy chucked the little faggot out ... any way, enough pleasantries... who are you and where is Kristian?'

"I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing. He obviously didn't recognise me or know that I was Trans and must have got hold of our marriage certificate to know about Jay and I were married. I didn't know what to say to him as all that had happened so far ... Jay not turning up ... the gun ... being locked in the cellar ... told me that this was ... fucking bad!

"I tried to brave it out and said something like 'My name is Chloe Duguid ... who are you and why have you locked me in here ... where is Jay ...?'

"He laughed and said that I didn't need to worry about where Jay was unless I proved uncooperative and then I would find out exactly where he was. I was really frightened now as I started to think that he may have done something really bad to Jay ... that he was possibly dead ... and that 'Kristian' would, quite probably, be next on the list. I realised that I needed to keep my identity secret."

Chloe's eyes are showing that she is reliving the moment and the horror she felt at the time. She pauses to breathe and I sprinkle a few butterfly kisses around her face to try and relax her. It seems to work as she smiles gratefully and gives me a peck on the lips before continuing.

"So, I'm really worried that something bad has happened to Jay and that I'm next on the list. He comes closer to me and suddenly grabs my hair ... it was in a long pony tail ... and pulls my face very close to his. I can almost work out what he had for lunch as he is snarling at me and his spittle is flying everywhere. 'Where is fucking Kristian, girly, I'm in no mood to fuck about.'

"I'm really frightened by this time and have no need to play act because I'm cacking myself, sobbing and carrying on like the girl I want to be."

She smiles self-consciously at this non-PC comment and I shake my head in amazement that she can crack little jokes in the midst of this emotional outpouring. I hug her some more and she pushes me over on my back and then nestles into our default cuddling position.

"This is better ... your arm around me always makes me feel safe. Where was I ... oh yeah ... the start of the rough stuff. He keeps saying that I'm going to get hurt if I don't tell him where Kristian is. I keep saying I don't know who he is talking about and he tells me that they know that I was using Kristian's phone ...

Chloe draws a very deep breath.

"He grabs one of the ropes and wraps it around my neck, telling me that he's going to hang me from one of the hooks unless I tell him what he needs to know. I struggled a bit but the rope must have cut off the oxygen to my brain because I blacked out and when I came too I am tied face first onto the ... the cross."

Once again she catches her breath and hugs me tighter and I hug back.

"I realise that he'd taken some of my clothes off and I was naked from the waist up. I started to get worried that if he took off any more then he'd realise that I was Trans and maybe work out that I was Kristian. He saw that I'd woken up and without warning, he hit me with some sort of stick across my back. I screamed because it hurt like fuck. He came closer and sort of giggled in my ear that he really enjoyed hurting people and would go on beating me all night until I told him where Kristian was. To prove his point he then hit me several times and I was crying and screaming for him to stop and asking why he wanted to find Kristian ... and he ... he said ...'so I can kill the little fucker ... he's not stealing my gravy train ...'. "

Chloe is crying again and I tell her to stop for a bit but she looks up at me with a tear-stained face and shakes her head.

"No, I need to finish! Once he told me that he was going to kill Kristian I knew that he would not let me go ... and it pretty much confirmed that he'd already killed Jay. He stepped back and hit me a few more times and I passed out again. I was lying on the floor when I came round and he was nowhere to be seen. My back and neck were in agony but I knew I had to get out but the door was locked when I tried it. There were no other exits and nothing I could use as a weapon as the wine bottles were all locked down to the racks.

"There was a place to hide behind one of the racks and I thought it might make him think that I'd escaped if they couldn't find me so I edged into the gap ... I had to be careful because the rack was unsteady as most of the bottles were on the top shelves ... and waited for what seemed like hours. Eventually the door opened but it wasn't Jackson who came in but the big guy from the car ... not that I could see him at that point. He obviously didn't buy my apparent escape as he came into the area where the wine was stored and checked. I don't know if I made a sound or he already knew about the hiding place as he looked straight at me and laughed, telling me to get up as Mr. Jackson wanted me to see something.

"I was feeling really deflated but as I stood up the rack wobbled again and in a split second I decided I had to try something and pushed on it and it fell on him. He was trapped but conscious and was trying to get out and I was worried that he would raise the alarm ... at the time I didn't even consider that the crash of the rack and the bottles would have made more than enough noise to wake the dead ... so I grabbed a broken bottle and ... and ... stabbed him in the face and neck ... he squealed and cried out but I kept on ..."

Chloe goes into another introspective reverie and stares vacantly into space. I hug her tighter. Eventually she comes back into the here-and-now. Her voice is a strangled whisper.

"There was so much fucking blood ... it just ... all over the floor ... I scrambled over the rack and ran for the door and up the stairs into the hallway. I had no plan or any idea what to do but there was a jacket hanging up and I grabbed it as I was still naked from the waist up. I ran to the front door which, fortunately, wasn't locked and ran out into the grounds and scaled the wall and wandered through the local streets until I found out that I was in Brentwood in Essex.