This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.
"'Tis the Season"
The finale to "Omens" and "Cornucopia"
by Musker
(part 2)
"It's a Wonderful Life"
The surprised gleaming smile on Judith's face was met with a shocking
gloomy scowl on the faces of Heidi and Katie. The recognition process of
who was who was instantaneous for both parties. Even the lingering effect
of said discovery was the same for all. The only difference was that Judith
felt like old Scrooge when he discovered the true meaning behind Christmas
where as Heidi and Katie felt as if they found their stockings, mounted on
the chimney with care, were filled with black dirty coal.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here" Judith asked in a voice that was
positively dripping with jubilation even though she tried her darndest not
to show it. She swung the door closed behind her not daring to take her
eyes off the wonderful vision before her in fear that it might be only a
monetary illusion. A trick her mind and kinky desires were playing upon her
former stressed out condition.
Then she slowly walked over to a large metal desk that sat right in front
of the two sitting and squirming girls. Her gate, her body language, her
entire aura of being had that delicious, unhurried, dominating, evil
connotation. Something that the two girls were unconsciously picking up as
they became even more agitated when this once unbeknownst middle age woman
sat down behind the formidable desk before them.
Judith just sat their staring at the girls. Her arms carefully placed on
top of the desk with her fingers gently interweaved between one another.
Her posture was formal, with a straight spine, shoulders back and head up.
She looked like a well dressed school teacher at her desk, all ready and
well prepared for the day's lessons.
On the other hand, Heidi and Katie looked like something the cat dragged
in. Their clothes were rumbled, wrinkled and still wet in some places from
the snow ball fight they had earlier. They smelled of cigarets and liquor
from the bar. And they had the nervous twitching behavior of two naughty
girls who forgot to do their homework and came to class totally unprepared.
Then Judith made the first move. It was one of passivity, but never the
less, full of strong meaning. She simply stared at the red leather hat,
still sitting on the girl's head, with a look of simmering rage.
It took only a couple of seconds before each girl showed the corresponding
fear that came from being on the receiving end of such a look. A look
unlike that of a mad bull ready to charge at them, especially Heidi. For it
was her who was brandishing said red object of increasing taunting wrath in
front of the crazed eyed animal, with the excellent posture.
It was Katie that nudged Heidi a couple times and then had to whisper to
her before she got the point of taking off the red hat.
Heidi quickly removed the hat and then, very coyly, placed it on the metal
desk before the woman whose eyes never left sight of the object in
question. When Heidi was back in her chair, she reached for her friend's
hand and found it to be just as nervous and sweating as her own.
Judith simply stared at her hat that rested in front of her like a lump. It
was no longer the hat she once knew and loved. It was now crinkled,
stretched out, blocky and even had a couple dirty smudges here and there.
Her expression changed as a result of looking long and hard at it. She
seemed a bit sad now. As if she lost something that was once pure, fine and
dear to her heart.
Then she looked up at the two girls, the reason behind her sadness. Once
more her expression changed, but it was strange. For now she had that look
of joy on her face again, as if she was just given a lovely gift or
something that meant an awful lot to her. But the girls could swear that in
watching the middle age woman's expression change from sad to elation, they
though they seen it pass through one more that looked just like the devil
incarnate.
"All right Ladies, since I am a very busy woman with little time to spend
on the likes of YOU TWO" Judith made a very audible and visual notation
with her eyes on those last two words, "this is how it is going to work."
Judith paused for a few seconds letting her words and tone meander about in
the minds and perceived frighten souls of the two "gifts" in front of her.
Gifts that were not quite hers, not yet at least.
"Normally, what we do with SHOPLIFTERS is to prosecute them to the fullest
extent of the law, which means jail time!" Already Judith could see the two
girls emotions rising to another level anxiety, to which she felt an extra
little jolt of pleasure to her own well controlled demure.
"But, since it is Christmas time, I will offer you two a deal." Again she
paused and watched the effect her words had on the two girls. This time she
could see it in their eyes. That small ray of hope that shined like high
polished glass. She always like seeing that in her prey, that is before she
wrapped them up in her spider's silken threads of conniving deceit.
"There is a special elitist party this Saturday night and I need two . . ."
Judith paused again trying to think of the right word so as not to scare
the girls off, but still being truthful in it's meaning, ". . . SERVANTS to
help out. That means you will be TRAINED for the position, as well as
custom FITTED for your role at the party. Since it is a very posh affair,
you will need to stay here tonight and tomorrow for PREPARATION. Then you
will be taken to the party in a VEHICLE to Madame Rouso's Estate where the
party will be held. There, you will fulfill your role as SERVANTS for the
party. The party will last well into the evening and afterwards you will be
brought back here to spend the rest of the night. The following morning you
will be free to leave, still in plenty of time to celebrate Christmas Eve
and Day with your family and friends. You can rest assure that all evidence
of your theft will be destroyed upon the SUCCESSFUL completion of your
duties. I'll even through in that red blouse and the gray dress that you
tried to steal in remuneration for your services as well. I think this is a
very fair offer under the circumstances. Don't you Ladies?"
Judith then sat back and watched the two girls converse. She knew she was
pushing it when she emphasize those certain words in the offer she made.
Those same words that the two girls were talking about right now, which
made them feel a bit uneasy in taking the deal. But she couldn't help
herself. It was what she loved to do. Walk on the extreme teasing edge like
that. It made her feel so alive with excitement and nervous tension like a
gambler betting on a horse race. The anticipation was almost as thrilling
as the actual event itself sometimes. An event that was taking the two
girls much to long to decide on. So she played her ace in the hole card.
"Otherwise, the two of you will be picked up by the police and sent to
jail. There you will be prosecuted, found guilty, and then sent to prison.
THAT, I can promise you without a doubt!"
Oh she knew how to play it well. An audible emotionless voice telling them
what would happen to them if they decide not to, and then ending it with a
biting pledge of total demise as if the very gods deemed it so. Oh yes,
Judith knew how to play her hand all right, especially when she held all
the cards.
"Umm," it was Katie who was brave enough to speak first, "we just want you
to know that we are sorry..."
"Yes, Very SORRY!" Heidi boisterously added to her friends already
statement of remorse. Then Katie quickly picked up where she left off.
"with the snow balls, and the hat and all."
"And that we are sorry for stealing too, the clothes, it was very wrong of
us" Again Heidi broke in, but with a very important point this time to
which it was now Katie's turn to echo her friend's morality.
"Oh YES! We never stole anything in our entire lives! We just got caught up
with things, somehow, and did it. We know it was very stupid and very wrong
and we both wish to apologize to you on all counts."
"Yes, I apologize too. And I will pay for the cleaning of your hat as well.
I promise! But it will have to be on payments. I'm kind of broke." Heidi
felt the need to add that little extra point to help out, even though in
her mind she felt any damage done to that hat wasn't really her fault.
"Yes I understand." Judith said with a smile. "It was all done under the
happy, warm, giving spirit of Christmas, that's all. So in the same
celebrated heartfelt spirit of the season that moved the two of you, I do
so in kind with this deal to you. Besides, I think you will have a lot of
fun at the party even though you will be in a "subservient" role. So
Ladies, what is your answer?" Judith felt incredibly nasty playing on words
like that. A devious act that made her blush all the way down to her toes.
Then she heard the answer she was looking for.
"Ok . . . we'll do it." Said a reluctant Katie on behalf of herself and her
friend.
"Very good. I'll leave you two here while I have someone else come to show
you to the Preparation Room downstairs. And when I am done I will see you
both there."
"Preparation Room?" Both girls felt a bit concerned about the name, but it
was Heidi that played the spoke's person this time.
"Yes, that is where you will be measure with the state of the art computer
system so your costume will fit you perfectly." Again Judith was walking
the rail on the truth as to what was really going to happen to them there.
Judith rose from her chair and began to head for the door when Katie asked
the next question that was on both of the girl's nervous minds.
"Costumes? What kind of costumes Ms. . ." She didn't know the woman's name.
And the fact that she didn't know her name while making a deal that would
put them in the exclusive care of this mystery woman for the next few days
did not rest easy with Katie.
"My name is Ms. Judith Davenport. I am the co-owner of this boutique, among
other things, and you both will call me Ms. Davenport from now on,
understand?" Judith looked directly into Katie's eyes with a hard stare and
then over to Heidi until both girls were shaking their heads in silent
acknowledgment.
Judith then walked to the door and exited the room with her card key,
leaving the rest of the question unanswered.
Katie and Heidi looked at one another with a good deal of frustrated
anxiety. They did not like what they had to do, but they were very mindful
of the fact that they had no other choice either. The thought of them going
to jail or having the social stigma of being labeled "thieves" follow them
for the rest of their lives were two things that they definitely did not
want happen. So that only left the lesser of evils.
"Well, it is supposed to be a party after all," said Heidi trying to look
on the bright side of it.
"Yea," Katie said with a sigh in her voice and then she continued with a
little positive mental attitude, "and maybe will meet some great looking
guys there too. There's that at least."
On the outside of the door Judith rested her body up against the door and
closed her eyes. Another big smile came across her face just like the cat
that ate the canary. She took her cell phone from her pocket and began
making calls. She called Trixie, the receptionist downstairs, and told her
to have Shelia come to the holding room and take the two girls she found
inside down to the Preparation Room and get them ready for her. And to make
sure she used the private back elevator down to that room as well. The last
thing she needed was to have two horror stricken girls running around all
over the complex looking for a way to escape. The last point she wanted to
relay to Shelia was to take it easy on these two. They were precious
goods and Judith didn't want them bruised, if at all possible.
The next call was to her ever vigilant assistant Jenny.
"Jenny? This is Judith. Yes, I know, thank you Jenny. You did an excellent
job in catching those two. I want to have a little talk with you in five
minutes in my office, all right? Good! I'll see you then. Bye!"
Judith placed her cell phone back in her pocket and walked down the hall to
her office. She used her card again to gain access and then walked inside.
She quickly took a seat behind her desk and began using her computer.
She checked her e-mail and because it was "that time of year again", her
mail box was loaded. But before she answered letter one and before Jenny
showed up, there was one short and sweet letter she just had to send.
And with a single click of a key, Judith's letter was wrapped ever so
securely with the protocol of the World Wide Web and then sent at light
speed through all the assorted hubs, switches and routers to finally reach
it's destination in another computer. This computer was located in an
impressive den of rich well grained oak walls and soft expensive leather
furniture. A den, which was part of well guarded sweeping estate on the
distant edge of town.
"Oh you are such a good puppy! Yes you are! Oh yes you are!"
Madame Rouso was having the time of her life playing on the floor with a
little German shepherd pup. It was the latest member of her family and a
gift from her dear friend Bill. He promised her one if the mating between
Old Duke and Muffee' was a success. And he was a man of his word.
The little bundle of joy wasn't really a result of a true dog to dog mating
like one would think. Muffee' was really a surrogate, a bitch that was use
to gestate the embryos created from Old Duke and his long time mate The
Dutches, who died just prior to the mating. And Muffee' was not quite the
true bitch dog that one would expect either. She was really a young woman
in her twenties, your standard run of the mill human being named Jennifer.
And being used in a bizarre diabolical experiment to produce a litter of
doggie pups was something Jennifer definitely did NOT have a mind to do.
But then, when she and four of her friends were caught crashing one of
Madame Rouso's exclusive Halloween soirees, free choice soon became a thing
of the past. Jennifer was quickly forced into an elaborate French Poodle
costume, sold off at auction for a duration of two months, and then used by
her temporary owner as a guinea pig in some nightmarish mad scientist
experiment. And it worked! As the presents of the little ball of fur on
four high energy legs attested too.
"Now I got ya! Yes I do! Oh yes I do! Now what are you going to do, you
little rambunctious puppy you. . . OUCH!"
And on and on the two would happily play in the den. Until a beeping sound
was heard coming from Madame's computer.
"Whops! I have to go now little one. Here, play with this knotted rag while
I go see to some business."
Madame Rouso rose from the floor, wiped several loose puppy hairs from her
designers brown silk slacks and headed for her computer. As soon as she sat
down and hit a couple of keys to retrieve her e-mail she felt something
pulling on her pants leg.
"Hey! I'll have you know that material your trying to rip apart is very
expensive pup." But the little puppy thinking it was just another rag to
play with continued on pulling, gnawing and grunting at it. An activity
that Madame found so funny that she could not be angry with the little
tornado. So she picked it up and placed it on her lap.
"Ok pup, settle down and look here on the screen. See all the nice colors
and such." The pup sat quietly, mesmerized by a series of flashing colors,
shapes and sizes as they flew across his line of sight. But when the screen
settled down on one fixed image he was once more an active pup again. So
Madame began to rub and pet the little power house of energy until he
slowly settled down.
"Excellent!" Madame said with loud excitement after she read the latest
piece of mail to come in. To which the pup raised it's over size head and
looked up into her face.
Madame then looked down at the pup, felt a twinge of elated happiness from
the good news and began cuddling the pup playfully in her lap.
"Good news pup. A very dear friend and business partner has come through
for me at last. It looks like I am going to get my two ponygirls for my
party after all." The pup was squirming and trying to bite Madame's hand so
much that she finally had to put the pup back down on the floor in order to
send a reply. And as soon as the big feet of the little pup hit the floor,
he went back to pulling and chewing on Madame's pants leg.
"Oh well", Madame said with a sigh "at least it keeps you busy and out of
the way for awhile." And then Madame went to writing her reply. It was a
fairly short reply with a vague description of what she would like to see
in her new ponygirls, as to dressage and such. Just so they would match and
go well with the rest of her ideas for the party. She purposely left it
vague because she trusted Judith's judgement and artistic expertise. When
she was done she quickly sent the e-mail. Which was at the same time she
heard the ripping of cloth at her pants leg.
"Oh why did I ever think having a puppy was going to be so much fun," she
said out loud in an exasperated tone without bothering to look at her now
torn pants leg. Then her screen changed and up popped another e-mail.
It was from her friend Ms. Waneright. And it showed a picture of two snow
men on either side of the screen with a caption running down the middle.
The words said "MERRY CHRISTMAS" in big fonts with some more writing below
it in a smaller size, "We can't wait to see you again at your party."
She smiled at the word "We" knowing that her friend meant herself and the
twins. That's how she thought of them now. Twit and Twat, the identical
twins who looked as if they came from the same egg, even though one was
Hispanic and the other was Oriental. And with their faces cover, which was
usually the case now, they did look exactly alike. Same height, same weight
and for all intent and purposes, they both had the same sexy build too.
Although she could not see it from the photo on her screen. For the twins
were no doubt bound to the extreme in latex and leather before they were
then forced into a white rubber blow up snowman's suit. The only openings
of which were two set of small holes. One set for breathing through and the
other one for looking through. The only thing that made them different in
the photo was the color of the scarf they wore, one red the other green, to
go along with their outfits two black top hats. Even their cartoon like
faces were painted on with the same smiling snowman like smiles.
From the picture she could see that they were standing outside her friends
fetish boutique in sunny California. She wrinkled her brow when she though
how those two girls must be sweating their butts off dressed in several
layers of fetish wear and bondage gear before being placed in a
hermetically sealed rubber snowman's suit. But she trusted her friend to
their safety. That, or there would be hell to pay when she saw them again
at the party. The party that the twins and their other three friends will
finally be set free at.
Then Madame's mind began to ponder the fate of the others. There was
Charlene, the once defiant, independent and heterosexual black woman who
was turned into the stiff as a board mummy and then sold off to Sheik
Ackman. The handsome Neubian Prince who spirited her away to his home land
where she was slowly trained to become a first rate bisexual sex slave for
himself and his harem girls to use at their whim.
Then there was Karol, the Swedish looking Barbie doll who was becoming more
doll than human with each passing day, thanks to the genius of her other
male friend Dr. Franklin Stein.
And finally Jennifer. She smiled as she thought of her and the last picture
that was sent to her by Tai. It was her friend Bill who bought her at the
auction, or more aptly put the right to "rent" her for the next couple of
months. But it was Tai, his strange veterinarian friend's young female
assistant, who was responsible for her care. She remembered seeing Muffee'
in her other dog suit made from the skin of a real dog that died of old
age. She chuckled to herself as the image of Jennifer, or Muffee' as she
was now known, came to mind.
Good ol' well heeled Muffee', with her belly so distended that she looked
like she swallowed a huge round watermelon. And her breasts, fairing no
better, as they appeared two sizes bigger, no doubt due to the side effect
of pregnancy or better put gestation. She wanted to be there for when the
whelping stage happened, but other higher priorities took precedent. It
must have been very bizarre for Jennifer, knowing that she was a human
being and all. But looking like and being treated like a brood-bitch by all
those around her, day in and day out. And watching her belly and breasts
getting bigger and bigger right before her eyes until she felt that very
first kick of life inside of her. A life that was so radically different
from her own human species. Then, finally, culminating in the very act of
giving birth, just like a dog, to a litter of nine yelping furry puppies
from her very own human womb. Madame began to wondered what Jennifer would
be like when she saw her again in a couple of days. Then she was painfully
brought back to the here and now with a little nip to her ankle.
"Ouch! What in heaven's name . . . HEY YOU! So tearing up my expensive
slacks isn't good enough to keep you satisfied. You want some extra special
attention now, huh. Well my little rag-a-muffin, when I get my hands on you
I'm going to tickle you until your ready to drop off to slumber in complete
exhaustion." Then she bent down to grab the too spy pup, only to watch him
squirm out of her grasp and run away from her reach. He then stopped some
safe distance away, turned to face her, and began to bark at her.
"OH? So you want to play tag now. Ok, ready or not here I come!"
And she pushed back on her chair almost tipping it over and went off after
the little varmint. The pup ran away again, banging into a chair leg in the
process because of his still too young natural clumsiness. But it wasn't
enough to stop him from running on further and again out of the reach of
Madame Rouso.
And so it went. The frisky pup would scurry around chairs, behind couches,
and under tables while Madame followed his illusive haphazard trek on foot
and on her knees. Many times only inches from grabbing him. But finally she
did get him and both parties were far too tied to get into any playful
skirmishes. Madame simply sat on the floor with her back up against the
couch and a bit out of breath, while the pup in the exact physical state
laid on her lap, his big brown eyes looking up into hers. She smiled and
began petting his dark fur. The pup, with his tongue handing out of his
mouth and breathing hard, closed his eyes and slowly went to sleep on her
lap. Madame too closed her eyes, thinking about how much fun she was
having.
Everything was working out wonderfully for her. All the arrangements for
her party have been made. She finally got her much needed ponygirls, thanks
to Judith who she had the most perfect gift for. Practically everyone she
invited was coming, even her niece from college. She had complete faith in
her loyal and dedicated staff to see that all her party plans would come to
a successful outcome. Everything was working out like there was magic in
the air. She even felt like a kid again playing with her new best friend.
And it was Christmas, the most enjoyable time of the year. What a wonderful
life!
And back in town, Judith was typing up a storm. It seemed like there was no
end to the amount of e-mail she received. Most of it coming from business
friends wanting this and that and could she get it to them before
Christmas. Most of them she replied back that she would do her best, but it
was going to be very difficult, and then she rerouted their inquires to her
various departments. She figured if her people could fulfill fifty per cent
of them on time, then that would be great!
But there were those she had to turn down without exception, it was company
policy. These were the ones who wanted to purchase a last minute slave and
have then delivered to a friend, a spouse or to some unknowing business
acquaintance to cinch a big deal. These type of purchases never worked out.
Oh the recipient was all head over heels in receiving their precious human
present, especially once they found out how well trained and sexually
satisfying their new toy could be. But few had the time, patience and
energy to take care of a full time human pet. And after a few days to a
week, the slave would end up being ignored, ill treated, set free in the
wilds or in some cases, when she actually got them back, they were almost
bordering on death. So Judith set up a strict policy regarding these
impulsive buying binges of the rich. No submissive will go on the auction
block from the first day of December until after New Years. And by golly,
it worked!
So she finished off her last e-mail of the day and left her office. But her
day was not over yet, not by a long shot. Her next stop was to her
underground complex to start work on the girls. A full self serving smile
appeared on her face when she thought of them. 'Oh yes, the day was
definitely picking up in my favor now', she said to herself.
Everything was stating to fall into place. At least all the raw pieces
were. The finish products were still in doubt, but then that's how it
always went. And that's why she loved what she did so much. The good, the
bad, the unknown, the ability to make things better, the simple act of
trying and making a difference. And it felt good watching everything fall
into place and making people happy. Chester was happy with his soon to be
promotion. Jenny was certainly happy with hers. And with those two doing
more of her work in the public eye, it meant she will have more time to do
other things. Those things that she loved doing and where kept in the
shadows of an otherwise civilized society. And with that last thought she
entered the main elevator and waited for the doors to close.
She took out her card and placed it in a well concealed slot in the control
panel. Then she pushed the button for the basement. Without the card in
place, the elevator would simply go directly to the basement, which was
nothing but a storage facility for the boutique. But with the card in
place, the elevator would go to the "sub-basement" where her other passion
in life was located.
It cost a pretty penny to create such a large underground area, but it paid
off really big in maintaining her privacy and anonymity. Only a person with
a special computer generated card could access said area. Which meant any
nosy journalist who heard one too many fantastic stories about what laid
under the posh boutique or a police person looking for a quick move up the
ladder would be very disappointed by what they would find. A simple little
trick of depth perception and all was possible. And as the doors opened
Judith was greeted by a completely different reality.
It was a buzz of activity in the lobby area that reminded Judith of Santa's
Workshop, which was a good analogy for this time of year. People walking,
some almost running, across the expansive room going from one corridor to
another. Men and women of various ages in well tailored suits, dresses,
lab coats and drab uniforms carrying clipboards, boxes and pushing carts
and racks of well crafted dungeon paraphernalia and fetish clothing. Some
of them in groups and talking feverishly to one another as they hurried
along. And some alone, walking very slowly, their minds up in the clouds
thinking of solutions to problems that needed solving within the next day.
And there were others too, women mostly. Women as French maids in rubber or
latex. Some unencumbered except for their natural high heels and their
smiling gagged mouths, carrying trays in front of them, some empty but most
not. And others in various forms of bondage from simple cuffs and harnesses
to any number of creative mind fantasies that allowed the maid to barely
move at all.
And then there were the generic work units. They were never left on their
own. There was always someone leading them at the end of a leash to there
next destination, sometimes two, three or more at a time. One leather
collar connected to another making them look like a human train in transit.
And they were all dressed the same. A full latex catsuit with an open face
hood and cut outs for their breasts and naked crotch area. A very tight and
wide leather waist belt with chains running from it to their wrist cuffs
that were shortened with a lock whenever they were taken away from their
workstation. A pair of high heel shoes tether by a one foot chain. And
their orifices, mouth, pussy and rear entry, plugged with color coded
dildoes to make sure the right ones always went in the correct holes. The
only noticeable different was in the color of their matching collar and
waist belts. For it denoted that the generic work unit was already trained
to perform a specialized task and thus spoken for by some department.
Oh it was a hustle and bustle of human activity all right. And right in the
middle of it all was Trixie. She was the receptionist behind her circular
desk with it's computer terminal, phones and mired of papers, folders and
sticky notes. She was the first person that Judith went to see.
"Hi Ms. Davenport!" exclaimed the high pitched squeaky voice of Trixie as
she greeted Judith with a big open smile.
It was tuff for Judith to keep from laughing each and every time she had to
deal with the over the top bimbo receptionist. She just could not get over
the mark contrast of what she was and what she did. To any causal observer
Trixie was the epitome of the 1950's sexual bomb shell. She was tall in her
stiletto heels, blonde, a figure that was beyond robust and voluptuous, and
she always wore the form fitting, cleavage glaring and long tight skirted
dresses that women of the 50's would wear to catch a man's eye. She could
have easily fallen into the hip grinding foot steps of the late and great
Jayne Mansfield, torpedo breasts and all. Even her voice had that come fuck
me I'm dumb and horny as hell invitation to it. But given all this most
bountiful packaged sexuality, in a perceived empty air head container, she
was one fantastic girl friday.
Trixie could type at an unbelievable fast and accurate speed, all be it
while singing some dumb stupid song about flowers or furry little animals.
She easily knew her way around virtually any word processor, spread sheet
or database accompanied by the ever present squeaks, chirps, giggles and
gum popping of a typical blonde bimbo in action. And she could multitask
any series of events, phone messages or e-mails while doing her nails,
fixing her big bouffant hair or putting an extra coat of red lipstick on
her big pouting come hither lips. Trixie was a true living oxymoron. And it
wasn't all an act either. She was custom made this way.
Once upon a time, there was this good looking brunette who was well on her
way up the tax accounting ladder of a major business firm. She was doing an
excellent job and just about to be made partner, until one faithful day
when everything turned upside down for her.
It seemed like her old college chum named Christine inherited her families
outrageous fortune and the first thing on her list was revenge. Revenge for
what this fast rising brunette did to her way back when in college. And
with the right amount of money and passionate desire, anything was
possible.
So a series of methodic, back room and under the table events took place
that resulted in the transformation of this intelligent, well tailored and
refined brunette with the outstanding future ahead of her, into a first
class blonde bimbo sex toy named Trixie. And when Christine drank her fill
from the cup of revenge, she simply threw Trixie out on the street to fend
for herself as a common street whore. That's when Judith's resource team
picked her up and brought her in for processing. But when the doctors of
Boot Camp found out how extensive this new recruit was already modified
they immediately notified Judith.
Judith in turn did a background investigation as well as to the current
state of Trixie. The results were that this Christine woman was too strong
for her to take on without Madame Rouso's help. Something she did not wish
to trouble her partner with over such a trivial thing. The other part was
that the bimbo persona was so forcefully ingrained into the girls psyche
that going backwards was not an option. Which meant they could only go
forward. Thus, with a little luck and some minor training, Judith was able
to successfully integrated the girl's two personalities into one, the bimbo
sex toy with the savvy business woman. Neither one to the extreme, but both
visibly present and working well together at a basic sustainable level.
"Hello Trixie, any messages for me?" Judith was standing right in front of
her efficient bimbo's desk. She loved watching Trixie work. The combination
of the efficient organized secretary, with a place for everything and
everything in it's place, and the scatterbrain, doe eyed, tits bouncing
bimbo slut was a marvel to behold.
Her moves were flamboyant and ultra feminine, but yet direct in their
destination and retrieval. Her ditsy childish voice gave her that aura of a
complete incompetent until one focused on exactly what she said, which
reflected pure professionalism. And then there were all those little
nuances like gum chewing with her mouth open, blowing big bubbles that made
her eyes cross, twirling her hair in her fingers and constantly swiveling
back and forth in her chair that made you believe she wasn't listening to a
thing you were saying. Until you looked into her beautiful brown eyes and
seen that she was hanging onto every word you said.
Judith loved watching her all right. And she made a special mental note to
herself to talk with a couple of her staff doctors. She wanted to know if
Trixie's melded personality could be duplicate in other women. If so, then
she could see many a wealthy patron who would pay dearly to have such a
piece of efficient office fluff working for them. But one thing Judith was
certain about. She would never sell such a priceless jewel like Trixie to
anyone.
"Yes Ma'am, here they are." Trixie stood up and reached over her desk and
handed them to Judith.
"Thank you Trixie." Oh yes indeed, Judith so enjoyed looking at her
priceless receptionist. The girl had such an amazing set of jiggling
breasts. And the slow running full curves of her torso and hips began to
make Judith long for her shower fixture again.
"Your Welcome Ms. Davenport. Is there anything else I can do for you
Ma'am?" Trixie said with a cutesy shy voice while she put her hands behind
her back, forced out her chest and began twisting her body in place. An
action that made her look like a juicy piece of meat dangling on the end of
a hook. And one that made it very hard for Judith not to take this women
right here, right now and right on top of her well organized desk.
All Judith could do was to force herself to read the notes and maybe take
her mind off what her body was craving for. But there was no solace or
reprieve in those notes. They were all the usual "We need to talk" or "Call
me as soon as possible" from her various departments. Until one caught her
eye.
"This one" and Judith showed the swaying bimbo sex pot the particular note.
Trixie bent over to read it and in the process her two big beautiful
breasts with their ever present perky nipples almost popped out of her too
tight bodice. Trixie never wore a bra, nor panties for that matter.
"Oh yes, he said he was in town for a few days and wanted to stop by and
say hello to you Ms. Davenport." Trixie then stood back up and resumed her
swaying in the breeze with her bountiful bosom in serene repose.
Judith couldn't believe her luck. Maybe, just maybe, she could talk the man
into preforming a little task for it. She knew it was going to be hard, but
if she could, then the results would be perfect!
"Thank you Trixie. Oh, by the way. You are doing an excellent job as my
receptionist." Judith said graciously.
Trixie was totally in awe of the kindly comment made to her. Ever since she
was transformed into a big titted bimbo sex toy, the only positive remarks
she got were on how well she shook her ass, bounced her tits or used her
three fuck holes to get someone off with. But her surprised look didn't'
last long. For it soon lead into her giggling uncontrollably and blushing
profusely like a little school girl given her first gold star by the
teacher. Her hands came together in front and she began to fidget around,
making her bashful girlie antics in an overdeveloped woman's body all the
more fascinating to watch. Especially when her upper arms began squeezing
and releasing her breasts together. This elated pumping action was a real
eye popped too. Her huge subtle orbs would expand, bounce and literally try
by any erotic means possible to escape from their minimum confinement in
her very low cut dress.
Judith thought that Trixie was so good at this little arousing performance,
that she began to wonder if Trixie might have been repeatedly trained to
respond like this. Trained to the point of it being an almost instinctive
response. But whatever it was, Judith had to stop it. It appeared Trixie's
little exotic dance was causing the passer-bys to stop and take notice. And
work stoppage was not a good thing this close to Christmas. So Judith added
a little feeling of warm with her next comment in a prelude to leaving.
"Well I hope everyone is treating you well here Trixie and maybe you will
soon be making some nice friends too."
Then unexpectedly Trixie responded back with eagerness.
"Oh I have Ms. Davenport! I really have! I met with Dr. Jones two days ago
and I just love how he sucks on my nipples and fucks my sloppy wet cunt
fast and hard."
Now it was Judith's turn to be awestruck.
"And then I met Ms. Smith yesterday. We had the most pleasant lunch
together. I never tasted such a sweet naked pussy like hers before. Did you
know that Ms. Smith is multi orgasmic Ms. Davenport?"
Judith could only shake her head no in surprise. Surprise in that she
didn't know that Betty was multiorgasmic and in not knowing how well Trixie
was really fitting in. She then made another mental note. To get a small
recorded to keep tract of all her mental notes she was beginning to have.
"Then there is Mr. and Mrs. Spears they want to take me to dinner tonight
and then spend the night with them. They are so good at . . ."
Judith raised her hand to stop Trixie. That was more information than she
needed.
"I'm glad things are working out well for you my dear, but I must go. Oh,"
Judith then handed the note from that man she questioned her about earlier
back to her.
"As soon as he comes in, have him escorted to the Preparation Room. That is
where I will be for awhile."
"Yes Ms. Davenport." Trixie then took the note and placed it in a special
area of her well organized desk for top priority jobs. "Is there anything
else Ma'am?" Again Trixie's arms went behind her back and her chest thrown
out with pride followed by that gentle distracting erotic sway of hers once
more.
"Ahhhh, no Trixie, that will be all. . . . But maybe, after Christmas, when
things begin to settle down around here, the two of us could get . . ."
Judith could not even finish her sentence before Trixie was all squeaking
giggles, gushing smiles and bouncing tits again. She was so overwhelmed
with the fact that her new boss wanted to meet with her in a more
"informal" environment, that her blatant jubilance was difficult to
contain, as was two certain female body parts.
But it was when Trixie began to lick her lips in a very unusual way that
Judith knew she could not take it anymore. Whether Trixie knew it or not,
she was definitely one major visual powerhouse of female sexuality. And
looking without touching was becoming more and more an impossibility with
every pulsating second for Judith. So she quickly waved Trixie good-bye
telling her that she had to leave, but she will talk with her again later.
Much later, she commented to herself, when her pussy wasn't in so dire need
of a long acrobatic tongue like she just saw. Then she headed off to the
side and down one of the many corridors leading from the lobby.
She still had much to do before she could sleep tonight. One of which was a
very important task that was waiting for her in the Preparation Room. But
as she approached the door to that room, she could hear some very faint but
expressive moaning and groaning coming from the other side. And as she
grabbed the knob and slowly opened the door, she got hit by a loud clear
wave of heated female anger packaged in the most adorable incoherent sound
of frustration that she ever heard. Something that excited her just like a
child upon hearing the distant roaring laughter of Santa Claus at the local
toy store.
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Part 3 coming soon
Katie and Heidi find out what Judith meant by the word "servants", a la
Ponygirls. And a special friend drops by to say maybe more than just
"Hello".
Stay tune!
