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 4)
"Santa Claus is Coming to Town"
Sheila watched in excited surprise while her boss gleefully greeted and
gesture said English gentleman into the room. She knew little of the old
man, who her mentor called Sir Winfred, other than his reputation. But
within seconds of being introduced to him she could readily see that one
part of this most highly regarded man's persona lived up to it's notoriety.
He definitely was one jolly old soul.
As the happy cavorting pair slowly walked down the center aisle, Sheila
told the escorting french maid that her services were no longer needed.
The maid with her ever present painted on smiling lips over a bulging
packed mouth preformed her ritual curtsy before a superior, turned and
left. The echo of her stiletto heels complimenting nicely the sway of her
petticoat fanny as she minced down the hallway and on her way to her next
subservient duty.
After the door was closed, Sheila turned and saw the mixed couple still in
a boisterous conversation as they stood casually at the end of the aisle.
They were so into one another lives that they were completely oblivious to
the two fetching french maids standing off to the side of them. The well
trained maids continued to stand at attention, holding their serving trays
motionless in front of them and both as silent as church mouses.
Even the two soon to be ponygirls, looking like erotic pale statues and
making the faintest of lamentations over the loss of their precious long
feminine locks, did not catch their fascination. They just kept on talking
and laughing, so pleased in hearing the favorable developments in one
another's life.
Then the topic of business came to light and their generous gaiety was
slowly replaced by a less informal and more sobering atmosphere. That's
when Sheila moved in closer to these two successful business types to try
and hear what they were saying.
They were talking about their stock and trade now. Sir Winfred lightly
bragging at how, even in retirement, he was still up to his pure white
whiskers in having far too much work to do for an old man in the golden
years of his life. And then he thanked Judith most profusely and
gentlemanly like for all that she had done for him in the past. For
providing him with good quality merchandise like leather hardnesses and
bridles at the drop of his dapper looking bowler hat. Not to mention for
being an excellent source for well obedient slaves to which he meticulously
transformed into becoming his legendary top rated ponygirls. Ponygirls that
brought them both amazing profits from Judith's underground auction block.
Then Sheila heard her boss reply most hospitably in kind to Sir Winfred,
culminating with a gentle stroke of her delicate hand upon the side of his
snowny white bearded face. Something that made the old boy rise up on his
toes and brought a health glow to his now rosy red cheeks.
Right after that was when her boss asked the happy old man for a favor. And
that's when the entire mood suddenly changed.
"My Dear Madame!" the old man exclaimed with surprise upon hearing Judith's
request. He then turned his amazed eyes to his left, where a bristle headed
Heidi remained on full captivating display. His well experienced gaze ran
back and forth over every inch of this female creature. The result of
which, was easy to read in his face. He saw nothing but a common, every
day, run of the mill animal, of the human persuasion. An totally
unconditioned female slave who was unrealistically earmarked for a role
"it" had not in the least bit been trained for.
He began shaking his head in quiet disbelief at what Judith wanted him to
do. Then he made an abrupt about face and gave another intense learned scan
at the other inductee into this fantasy project of his lady friend and
business partner. Again he saw nothing of promise, let alone substance, to
change his mind. The pair of shackled female beasts were so unbelievably
mismatched for what was to be expected of them that he thought it was all
just a farce, a simple joke played on him as a weird expression of America
humor. But when he turned his now happy expression back to Judith, after
realizing that it was all a play of comedy, the look he received back from
her foretold a story not of comedy, but one of tragedy.
"My dear Ms. Davenport, your request of me must certainly be a rouse.
Surely you cannot believe, nay, even remotely hope that such an important
undertaking could possibly be accomplished in the time allowed? Especially
with these two inexplicably low quality ragged a-muffins here."
Heidi and Katie both had the same mixed feeling when they heard the old man
degrade them in such a way. Part of them was happy that they were not good
enough to be used for something so debasing and humiliating as ponygirls.
But another part of them felt unexplainably angered. They knew they had
above averaged full womanly bodies and did their best to keep them that
way. So to be rejected on just some simple quick look-see of their bodies
by some snobbish old English fart made then feel very antagonistic. Even
though the put down was really in their best interest.
"I am very sorry to say this Sir Winfred, but alas, it is true." Judith did
her best to the play the part of a distressed female. And is so doing she
was setting the stage that she hoped would make Sir Winfred take over the
girl's overnight transformation.
"But, but, my dear Lady. Look what you have here to work with." Sir Winfred
turned to Katie and began making cruel factual remarks as to how unfit she
was for the anointed position of becoming one of his renowned ponygirls.
And to make his point even more self evident he began poking Katie with the
end of his tightly bound umbrella.
"You see here Madame, in her flanks and hind quarters." Katie began yelling
in a most aggressive way through her gag from being jabbed over and over
again in the thighs and hips by this obnoxious and arrogant old English
bob.
"And here too Madame." Sir Winfred whipped himself about face again. His
umbrella flying through the air making a distinct whistling sound until it
came to land with full force with a resounding crisp loud smack across the
butt cheeks of Heidi.
"MMMMMMMFF!" Shrieked Heidi when she felt the excruciating pain that
resulted from such an unexpected act of abuse upon her beautiful womanly
derriere. A shocking pain so intense that it seemed to burn right through
her continued agonizing soul.
"You see my dear Lady, nothing but fat! Very little muscle development at
all. And not nearly enough for these two misshapen creatures to pull a mer
flower cart, let alone a sleigh loaded with packages."
"Yes, I do see what you mean Sir Winfred. But with all due respects the
sleigh that they will be pulling will be modified to have rollers under it.
Which means their burden as draft horses will be practically nonexistent.
So their role will be delegated to that akin to show ponies then to work
horses."
"Show ponies!" Sir Winfred was again taken aback, more so now with this
second surprise.
"My dear, dear Madame. You can't be serious. You just have to agree with me
when I say that these two girls don't have the least bit of physical
attractiveness to be show ponies."
The bound girls wrinkled their brows, tighten their fists and made a token
effort to escape their degrading naked captivity upon hearing that
priceless gem of wisdom commenting on their "lack" of physical appeal.
Granted they were not the model types, but they were certainly not homely,
plain or down right butt ugly either. They were above average cute college
girls in the prime of their lives. And if the truth be known, in great
demand by many a handsome guy who caught their seductive feminine curves
and youthful fresh care free attitude on campus. They most certainly "did"
have appeal, and their female form was not lacking in the least with
regards to sexual attractiveness either. No matter what this pontificating
English blow hard's opinion was.
"Just look at them Ms. Davenport. Their hip to waist ratio is totally out
of control. And look at the shape of their spine. Hardly any curve to it
what so ever. How are they suppose to project their chest out with pride
and sensuality with such deplorable posture like that? They are simple a
mess Ms. Davenport. Something I would never touch for all the tea in China
my dear Lady."
The girls began twitching their bodies anxiously trying to get free. They
wanted to tell this so-so English expert a thing or two about what a
blatant asshole he really was. More so than they wanted to escape there
impending humiliation.
Judith sighed upon hearing what her friend had said. Not from what his
words meant about the girls, which was true, but as part of her act as a
poor lost female in dire need of help. She knew the power inherited in
being a fair damsel in distress, especially in what it did to the male
psyche. So she was playing it up to the hilt. It was do or die time for her
secrete agenda to come to fruit.
"Yes Sir Winfred, I can see your point on that subject too. But what am I
going to do?" Judith raised her right hand to her eye as if to wipe a tear
that was about to run down her cheek.
Sheila was totally surprised at what she saw. Never had she seen her boss
and mentor look so helpless and out of control before. Each and every time
she worked with Ms. Davenport she always, ALWAYS, had the courage of her
convictions and the will to see a job through no matter what the cost. But
now . . .
Sir Winfred took a moment. He was all set on walking out and leaving Judith
to work out her problems. But he just could not bring himself to leave a
friend in need. A very good looking and cultured womanly friend at that. So
being your standard soft hearted male with a superior ego to solve any
problem at hand, he made the following proposal.
"I have a suggestion Ms. Davenport. What if I flew in two of my very own
ponygirls for you to use. They will look perfect and perform for you just
like first class ponygirls should. And if I make the call tonight, they can
be here all harness and ready to go by the end of the day tomorrow. I
believe that will solve your problem dear Lady."
Judith had her hook in him now. With his suggestion to her, she knew he
felt compassion and empathy for her situation. All she had to do now was to
set the hook and real him in. And she knew exactly how to do it too.
"Oh you are such a dear, dear, sweet man Sir Winfred." She brushed the side
of his face with her hand letting her finger tinkle him a bit under his
full chin just behind his beard. An act that brought a bashful smile to his
face and made his cheeks turn crimson red again.
"But Madame Rouso so wanted these particular two to draw her sleigh. And I
would surely disappoint her to no end if I substituted another pair, even
if they were of such a prized pair of ponygirls as yours would no doubt be.
I fear that my path is set in stone now Sir Winfred. And I have no choice
but to make due with what I have. Even though they are what they are,
substandard and beyond all hope."
The smile of Sir Winfred's face quickly disappeared as did the color in his
cheeks.
"Madame Rouso?" His soft voice questioned. "You didn't tell me that Madame
Rouso wanted these two, and only these two, explicitly, Ms. Davenport."
"Oh, I am sorry Sir Winfred. They are going to be used for Madame Rouso's
party that you are invited to. She is going to ride them into the party in
a grand entrance."
There was a hushed silence that permeated the room now. A silence that only
the lightly straining sounds of the bound and displayed girls made any dent
in.
Sir Winfred began staring at Heidi, but not really seeing her. He did so
for a few seconds that seemed like hours to Judith as she waited eagerly
for the response that was only moments away now. She knew that Sir Winfred
had a childhood crush on Madame Rouso and practically do anything for her
to get her attention. So by dropping her name like she did she was actually
setting the hook she had on him.
"All right Ms. Davenport." Sir Winfred said in a solid voice that stood the
test of time. "I'll do it. But on two conditions," he added in the same
bold tone that reflected the British virtue of perseverance until the task
was done.
Judith looked at him steadfast. His words told her that she had succeeded
in her goal and all that remained was some non-consequential formalities,
the proverbial few loose ends to be tie up if you. To which she knew was
the hall mark of all properly raised English Gentlemen.
"Anything Sir Winfred!" Judith uttered with her elated eyes focused
squarely on his.
"I will make these two "grossly" less than desirable creatures into the
best ponygirls I can, But! I must have and I further more "DEMAND" complete
autonomy. I will do it my way and "only" my way. My word on any issue is
the final word. Agreed?"
"Of course Sir Winfred." Judith said it with as much assurance as she
could. She did not like the idea that she would have no say in this
project. But given that it was Sir Winfred who was in charge, she knew the
results would be most acceptable.
"The second condition is that I need a liaison. I need someone to act as a
buffer between myself and what I need from your people. I do not wish to
spend my precious time and energy hunting down people or dealing with
certain attitudes that what I want is impossible. I want what I want and
when I want it! All my time and effort will have to go into these two
pitiful female's transformation, and I will have very little left for the
natural fanfair of politicing my needs. So, I will need an inbetween person
to listen to what I want and then go out and get it! Agreed?"
Judith had to think about this one. Not that she couldn't fulfil Sir
Winfred's wishes, but who would be capable of dealing with such a creative
man as he and his eccentricities at times in a most diplomatic way. She new
how dogmatic and inpatient he could be sometimes, not unlike her when she
was in the thick of artistic creation. Thus after thinking for a few
minutes she finally came up with one able body person perfect for the job.
"Agreed Sir Winfred! And if you find her acceptable, I would be pleased to
present to you your liaison. Sheila here is my very own assistant and more
than capable of performing the task you have planned for her. I vouch for
her myself. To her tenacity, to her high regard for authority and to her
over all love of the genera."
Sheila was stunned to hear what her boss and mentor just said about her.
And it took her a good minute for her to break out of her trace like high
from being presented like that to a person who she also admired from afar.
Then she took two steps forward to where she was now standing right next to
her famed teacher and to where Sir Winfred could see her in all her glory.
But Sir Winfred was not one to accept token praise on anyone's word only.
Thus he gave Sheila an once going over with his critical eye and
expressionless face before turning his gaze back to Judith. "She will be
acceptable", was all he said.
"Now if you would be so kind to get me a coat rack, I can begin." And with
that Sir Winfred took his bowler hat and placed it on the head of Katie. An
act that covered the vast majority of her head going down to about an inch
past her ears. The shiny satin like material that lined the inside cap
rested sedately on the minute hairs that still remained on top of her head
while the front velvety smooth brim was peached passively upon the tip of
her petite nose. The only thing Katie could see from looking down over her
cheeks was a small piece of floor and some light that came from under the
brim of the hat.
The next thing Katie felt was some sort of heavy cloth being draped over
her back such that some of it hung over on both of her sides. She reasoned
that it must have been the old man's coat that he placed attentively over
her back like it was.
'Why bother getting a coat rack when you could use me for one!' Katie said
to herself in a sarcastic tone that only her mind could hear. Then her
disgruntled feeling turned to one of alarm when she felt a pair of rough
hands begin to spread her butt cheeks apart, followed by a stick like thing
being worked in between them and along it's natural vertical delineation.
Finally, she felt her butt cheeks being released. It took her only a moment
to realize that the crack of her ass was now being used to hold Sir
Winfred's umbrella in place.
Katie had to fight back the tears in how humiliated she felt in being used
like some common piece of furniture. A feeling that was made all the more
worst because of her darken solitude caused by the oversize hat. But she
still had the use of her ears, all be it even her hearing had been dampen
down a bit due to the same damn hat. But if she concentrated really hard
and listen very carefully she could still make out a good deal as to what
was going on around her. The first of which was the voice of Ms. Davenport
speaking on the phone.
"Trixie, send a coat rack to the preparation room. Good, thank you. The
coat rack will be here in a few minutes Sir Winfred. In the mean time,
would you care to look at what Madame Rouso wanted in her ponygirls as well
as some ideas I had too?" Judith was eager to show her friend and business
partner some of her ideas. For to receive some positive feedback from such
a well know entity in the genera of ponygirls would definitely feed her
ego. Something everyone could use now and then.
"Of course my dear." The old man began walking around the work station
while at the same time rolling up his sleeves ready to get started as soon
as possible.
Sheila too was in motion. Except she was walking in the opposite direction
of her new mentor and teacher. She had just made some adjustments to the
control mechanisms that held Heidi's right leg in place. Before, Heidi was
on all fours with both her legs firmly clamped to the table. Now, her right
leg was raised off the table an appreciable distance by those same two
clamps until she looked like a male dog about to urinate on the side of a
tree. A position that was not at all comfortable or dignified for poor
Heidi.
Sheila then walked over to the maid who had the clippers on her tray and
removed a coffee cup with a stubby wooden handle sticking out of it. She
grasped the handle and began using it to vigorously mix the contents
inside it. It didn't take long before the right consistency was created and
Sheila removed the stubby handled brush from the shaving mug and began
smearing the white foamy contents all over Heidi's pubic hairs.
Heidi could feel the warmth of the lather being spread so delicately by the
soft bristle brush all over her pussy. An act that made her feel both
sensuously aroused and thoroughly degraded. She tried her best to move away
or disown her increasing erotic sensitivity, but she was nothing more than
captured prey now. She was totally unable to escape the mechanical grasp
that held her firmly to the table and her leg in the air, or to stop the
experienced advances of a merciless hungry lesbian at her hedonistic task
either.
And it was very hard for Sheila too. Her eager mind wanted to absorb
everything that Ms. Davenport was telling Sir Winfred. About how she
planned on using the girls own hair to make their pony tails with. What she
had in mind for a body harness to keep the girls arms folded on top of one
another behind their backs, wrist to elbows. And the type of bridles and
bits she thought might work best on them. But Sheila's lusting urges wanted
equal time as well. She was about to shave the crotch hairs of a very good
looking young woman. A bound, unwilling woman at that, something that
excited her lesbian cravings and dominating desires to no end. It was lucky
for both Heidi and Sheila that a safety razor was on the serving tray
instead of a straight razor else a nick or two would be hard pressed from
happening. And as the first long slow cut was made on the farthest edge of
the snow white covered mound, a soft, barely heard, whimpering sound
accompanied every inch of it in it's delightful feminine controlled travel.
The shaving process, as well as the background conversation, went on for
several minutes. Long, emotionally agonizing minutes for Heidi, and Sheila
too. Being the mounted and display artifact of kinky perverted lust that
Heidi was, she could do nothing to counteract her totally forced upon
subjugated situation. Nothing saved one. To keep from responding erotically
to the sexual stimulation of her female barber. It wasn't the warmth of
shaving cream or the feel of the safety razor slowly be moved up and down
and all around her pussy area that made it so tuff for her, although they
were of some notable concern. It was the feel of that damn girl's fingers
as they glided around the same path the razor plowed through when checking
for a good clean cut. The way they lingered in certain spots, up and down
her labia lips and around her clitoral hood, gathering some creamy foam in
the process and just touching her there, so gently, around and around and
around, feeling for the faintest of hairs and only finding smooth sensitive
skin in the process. That is what made it all so distressing for poor
aroused Heidi.
For Sheila, it was the inability of being in two places at one time. Her
spirit longed to be there, right in the thick of it with her two mentors as
Judith discussed in detail the up coming transformation. While at the same
time she had to make sure she did an excellent job in shaving the girl's
pussy. A task that was not without it's own interesting appeal. And if it
wasn't for this, on going tactile sensation that was literally driving
Sheila up the wall with entranced fascination, then that first look at a
beautiful, youthful, denude pussy that beckon her to play with it was a
major distraction on it's own.
But when Sheila made the final pass with a soft damp towel to remove the
last bit of white foam from the newly revealed feminine symbol of pure
erotic glory, she did feel a little sad in the process.
Just the opposite of what Heidi felt. That insatiable inciting hand was
gone. So now she could stop fighting the constant building urge to give in
to the desires of the flesh and let those erotic feelings slowly dissipate
from her being.
As Heidi glided effortless down from one intense emotional state, another
was waiting patiently for her in the wings, embarrassment. She was
positioned like a dog taking a piss so as to display her newly hairless
pussy to anyone wishing to take a good long look. So how could she not feel
the face burning mark of complete humiliation. But before the one could be
replaced by the other, "fear" took center stage in her conscious awareness.
For what she thought was the end of her denigrate journey, that there was
nothing they could do to her to make her feel any worst then she already
did, she discovered a new depth to her turmoil. And it started as soon as
Sheila began brushing more of that sweet smelling shaving cream upon the
top of her head.
Heidi closed her distraught eyes in disbelief. 'How could they be so cruel'
she thought to herself. It was one thing to have her long beautiful hair
cut down to the very nubs like a shone sheep, but to have whatever hopeful
prospects scalped clean off until her head looked like a shiny billiard
ball was beyond human reason to accept. But Heidi was so done in by what
she had experienced so far that all she had left in her was a single tear
that ran down the side of her cheek. It was a simple act of quiet respect
to the lost of something that she held so near and dear to her pretty
feminine heart.
Sheila was too busy trying to catch a peek at what was being transpired on
the other side of the work station for her to take much interest in Heidi's
tear of woe. In fact, when she did see it, she simply wiped it off with the
side of her hand without any regard to how much emotional misery was
contained inside it. Again she was too busy with the task at hand, and
shaving the girl's head was just that, a task. Sheila had little sexual
interest in creating a bald headed female. Oh it had it's amusing qualities
and all. It even gave her a little boost to her dominating spirit to be the
instrument of the girl's dehumanization. But for all practical purpose, it
was nothing more than a job. But a job to do well never-the-less!
When Sheila had Heidi's head all lathered up, she looked like she was
wearing some kind of weird white lumpy scull cap. And she was made to look
all the more funny by having two foamy lines now right where her eyebrows
where. Those same two eyebrows that Heidi spent the longest time trimming,
contouring and shaping until they gave her the perfect look that she
wanted, all nice and symmetrical. But they didn't last long. For they were
the first to go. Two quick swipes with the safety razor and those two
expressive ached brows were no more. Only boring barren skin remained
behind.
Sheila had just started on Heidi's head when she heard Ms. Davenports voice
in a louder tone reflecting a conversation that was coming to an end.
"And I believe that's about it Sir Winfred." Again Judith was eager to hear
what the experienced old man had to say, which up to now was nothing but a
series of grunts and nods of the head. He simply took it all in without
hardly a single comment.
"I see. Well my dear you do have some very good ideas. But again, I must
reiterate, I must have the final say in how these girls are to be made
over. No one else."
Judith seen it in his eyes, even though his words said otherwise. It was
just his way that's all. And at his age, and with his reputation, very
little stood in his way of getting what he wanted. Not that he was a
conceited egomaniac with delusions of grandeur. It was simply that he
thought of himself as an artist and what he did to young women as an
expression of that art. Not much difference from her own way of thinking in
a way.
They were both two highly gifted and talented people who chosen a certain
off-center media to practice their unique artistry in. Where her artform
was varied and broad, his was focused and detailed. Opposite faces of the
same coin with curious personalities destine to never share the same lime
light. And since she was the one in need of help, she decided that
discretion was the better part of valor. She will accepted whatever Sir
Winfred came up with. After all, too many cooks can spoil the broth.
"Of course Sir Winfred. Whatever you wish to do will be fine with me", she
said with a gentle smile. "Feel free to use my terminal for whatever you
wish and you have Sheila here to do your bidding. I'll be dropping by late
to see how things are progressing and if you needed anything out of the
ordinary. And with that my dear friend, I bid you good luck." Judith then
extended her hand out in good will.
Sir Winfred took her hand in his and warmly embraced it with his other
before saying, "Don't worry my dear. I will make them into the finest
ponygirls humanly possible. A prized pair that you and Madame Rouso will be
proud of."
Judith returned Sir Winfred's tender gesture with an affectionate caress of
her hand on the side of his cheek. Then she parted his company.
Sir Winfred took a seat at the terminal while Judith walked around to where
Sheila was briskly shaving the tiny hairs off the soon to be ponygirl's
shiny bald head.
"Sheila," Judith said in a hush voice not wishing to disturb her friend who
was already working hard at the keyboard. "You have a wonderful opportunity
before you. Do what he says, but learn as much as you can. He is a Master
at his trade and you can learn a lot from him in only a short time."
"Yes Ma'am." Sheila said with a hint of added nervousness to her already
excited state.
"Don't worry dear, you will do fine. Just do what Sir Winfred asks of you
and take good care of Jasmine and . . . My goodness! We completely forgot
to name the other one. Well, I leave that up to you dear. See you in a
little while. Good luck. OH! You are doing an excellent job in shaving her
Sheila. This one really has a nice pussy with all that nasty hair gone. I
hope Sir Winfred gives due consideration to showing it off." Judith then
gave Sheila a little hug and headed out. She was so confident in the
combined abilities of both Sir Winfred and Sheila that she exited the room
without taking a second look.
Judith's mind was already on the next item on her virtual enless list of
people to see as soon as was outside the door. She was walking down the
same corridor as before and when she arrived at the foyer she was a bit
startled to see that Trixie wasn't there. In fact, if it wasn't for the
cleaning crew, the foyer itself would have been completely deserted. She
took a quick look at her watch and seen that it was well into the evening.
Way beyond the normal work day, even for those few dedicated souls who put
in a few more hours because they loved it so. But she knew there would be
one certain person left around, working feverishly into the dark hours of
the night. So she made a quick mental change in her itinerary and put The
Count at the heard of her list for tonight.
Judith could never forget such a fine and attractive gentleman as The
Count. He was a tall devilishly handsome man with dark piercing eyes and
rich wavy black hair with just a touch of gray at the temples. There was
many a time that Judith yearned to run her fingers through that luscious
dense mane of his as a prelude to a night of hot wanton passion. Only to
have said fantasy dissolve into nothingness in the light of rational
thought as to who he really was.
He was Count Guido Corsini, a man descended of royal Italian ancestry. A
highly educated man, of culture, social importance and financial wealth. He
also had a voice and mannerism that made Judith's heart melt like butter on
a hot grill. But if the obvious class difference was not enough to keep
Judith's hands out of the aristocrat's cookie jar, then the fact that he
was married sure did. Married to a rich and powerful wife who was known to
deal unkindly with women who dared take even a slightest nibble of what was
hers and hers alone. But it was the fantasy of what one could not have, or
dare have with dyer consequences, that always made the dream so tantalizing
and mouth watering to contemplate.
A warm feeling began coursing through her body when she remembered their
first meeting. It was a few months back when Madame Rouso introduced him to
her at Madame's estate. Back then, it appeared that Madame had a bit of a
delicate problem of sorts, to which The Count was going to be the solution
thereof. And once Judith found out what The Count's "interesting hobby" was
and how he was going to use it to solve Madame Rouso's problem, Judith
could not volunteer her services fast enough. It was the mixture of his
suave Italian charm and his "interesting hobby" that really captured
Judith's attention that one fateful evening.
So, since Judith had an extensive underground work shop with everything The
Count could ask for, including secured concealment, it was a natural choice
by all three that the "special project" be carried out in the catacombs of
Judith's lair. A decision that immediately gave Judith erotic goose bumps.
However, when Madame Rouso took Judith off to the side to explain to her
the ramification of dealing with The Count in anything other than a
business manner, Judith had a sudden change of heart. Even Madame Rouso had
a healthy respect for a powerful woman moved to madness out of jealous
rage. Something she had to learn to hard way a long time ago.
The news was a bitter pill for Judith to take, especially when she had to
deal with The Count's natural Italian ways on a regular bases. But she seen
the entire event as a kind of test for herself. A test of inner self
control and her integrity as a woman who respected the institution of
marriage and of another woman's property, sort of speak. Even though that
certain property in question came to her always impeccably dressed in fine
Italian silk suits that displayed his strapping manly build in the most
flattering way possible. And who wore expensive cologne that instinctively
made her nostril flare with raw, unbridled, animal cravings.
Oh it was going to be a difficult test for her all right. That's why she
seen to it that her daily itinerary was full of things to do, places to go
and people to see. This way she could keep her distance from this romantic
Casanova without a problem manifesting itself from a period of instant
weakness on her part. There was also the fact that he was on European time,
which meant he did most of his work at night, when she and most of her
staff were out of his seducing influence. Thus, the vast majority of their
communications was delegated to disembodied phone messages and matter of
fact e-mail. Something Judith could easily deal with.
And now, with the passage of time, The Count's special project had come to
an end. The unveiling was to be at the same time and place as the Christmas
party, at Madame's home. Although it would not be the main event.
Judith was so busy for the last couple of months that she never physically
checked on The Count's progress. But she was anxious to see how it all came
out now. Never had she seen such an artist at work. It was amazing what
that man could do with just a simple corset.
So Judith began her walk to another hallway that was dedicated to her
research and development staff. She had to take small mincing steps because
the ever vigilant cleaning staff was well into making the floor, walls and
furniture all spotlessly clean and their equipment was all over the place.
They seemed to be the same cleaning crew that came in to clean her future
ponygirls earlier, or so she thought. Given the fact that their unique
distinguishing features as viable human beings were now obliterated by
their tight head to toe rubber maids uniforms, it was impossible to tell if
they really were the same ones or not. And considering that there were
three more of them now, the natural assumption would be that they were a
different group of generic work units this time. Either way, Judith
successfully traversed the obstacle course and was well on her way down the
hall to her much anticipated meeting with The Count.
It only took a few seconds after rounding a corner when she heard some
faint music playing. The more she walked on, the louder it got. When she
reached the first door on the left she knew it was coming from the other
side. She stood silent and listened closely to the tune. It sounded very
familiar to her. A few seconds later, after she reached way back in the
achieves of her mind, she discovered the answer. She smiled big and wide as
her head and body began moving to the beat of the Bee Gees "Stay'n Alive".
She turned the knob, flung open the door and began dancing her happy self
straight into the room. She was momentary blinded by the mixture of
darkness and flashing light, but it wasn't enough to keep her from enjoying
herself. It was like a flash back for her. Back to the time when disco was
king and practically every night club in town was pumping out that hot
grinding beat to dance floors loaded with young, sweaty, sexy bodies.
Judith had just about lost herself in the loud driving sound and sparkling
darkness when the music suddenly came to a stop. Followed by the room being
flooded with lights.
"Ms. Davenport?" a young male voice questioned in a surprise shocked tone.
"We, ummmm, we . . . we were just trying her out to see how, ummmm, to see
if it worked and all. If we knew you were coming, we, we would have
prepared for you, much better, really!" The male voice was a bit taken off
guard. He was a young man, fairly knew, someone's cousin or nephew perhaps.
Someone with a knack or the smarts to get things done the way Judith wanted
certain human "things" done.
"Oh Harry, don't worry about it. It's fantastic just as it is. You couldn't
have presented your project in a more appropriate light then you did right
now. I am really, honestly, impressed with the results you reached. Can you
lower her down so I can get a better look at it?"
"Of course Ms. Davenport! Right away Ma'am." The young man in his long
white lab coat and his same dressed associate, an equally youthful looking
young woman who was dancing with him prior to Judith's appearance, were
quickly moving around almost bumping into one another trying to fulfill
their boss's request.
As the large shiny bauble was lowered from the ceiling Judith could not
help but be all smiles. For your standard mirror covered ball used in
lounges and dance clubs everywhere was in fact a young woman. She was
placed in a kind of hanging hogtie and covered with small pieces of
mirrored glass.
It was a last minute order from her friend Fransoir in Paris. He wanted
something special to celebrate Christmas and New Year's Eve with for his
club. So he sent over Wanda, a very tall well endowed black woman. She was
to be the clay if you will, from which Judith's creative staff were to mold
her into an eye catching ornament for his club.
Wanda thought she knew what to expect when she boarded that plane in Paris,
unencumbered and happy as a lark. She knew she was to be fitted with some
sort of extravagant costume here in the United States. Then later, when she
was back in Paris, she was to wear it and model it for her boss and all the
patrons at his club come Christmas and New Year's Eve. A combined task that
she was going to be paid a good sum of money for. But it wasn't until she
felt the beginning effects of a sedative hidden in her drink while waiting
in a room upstairs in the boutique that she began to feel that not all was
explained to her like she thought it was.
At that point the glittering object ceased it's downward path and remained
hanging at about waist high. There was no discernable movement that could
be seen except for a gentle sway that embodied the entire contorted
silhouette.
"Amazing work Harry!" Judith said with intense fascination as she began
walking around the living ornament. "You and your team deserve a lot of
credit for creating such a wonderful object in such a short time."
The young couple began to smile now as their once worried looks were
dismissed away with that last positive comment.
"Thank you Ms. Davenport!" These happy words, and it's feminine echo, were
all that broke the silence of the room that was once bursting with sound.
"Is she still conscious? Or just drugged and sleeping? She seems so still
and quiet." The face of Judith turned to one of puzzlement when she could
not make hide nor hair out of the condition of the sizeable young woman
inside.
The young man reached for a small palm size monitor and then took it to
show Judith.
"She's alive and well Ms. Davenport. And she's very much awake. See here on
the screen."
Judith looked at it and saw an outline of a female in Wanda's position on
the screen. It had various points of interest and marks all over it's body
as well as some basic information regarding heart rate, respiration, blood
pressure, etc, at the very bottom. It told her that the girl was alive all
right, but that's all.
"How do you know that she isn't asleep or unconscious with that thing?"
Judith turned her eyes to the young Harry now.
"Right here Ms. Davenport, in the upper left hand corner. This small light
is green indicating that she is awake. If it were brown then she would be
asleep." For Harry, what his monitor told him was all he needed to know.
However, what he saw in Judith's eyes was anything but assurance that what
he was showing her was actually so. So he decided to prove his point.
"Here Ms. Davenport, I'll show you." And with that the two moved to the
head part of the object.
The entire object, in it's current configuration, was quite large. But than
Wanda was quite a big woman. Not in girth mind you, like one would see in a
jolly old Santa Claus. Wanda was big in other ways, none of which
subtracted one little bit from her arousing female form.
Wanda was and is a tall young woman. Standing some six feet one in her bare
feet. She was also a lanky girl with long sinuous arms, and shapely legs
that seem to go on for miles. And she was big in the chest and butt area
too, enhanced more so, visually, by her contrasting narrow waist. All of
these unique, way above average, feminine attributes added tremendously to
her now unusual pretzel like appearance. Wanda was just what the doctor
order all right, or at least what Fransoir had sent them.
Judith watch on with focused curiosity as Harry manipulated a couple of
small hidden latches to remove the face covering. The face covering was
nothing more than a piece of black plastic like substance molded to fit
Wanda's delicate feminine features on the inside while blending those
features into an almost featureless form on the outside, which was covered
by many small mirrors.
As soon as the covering was off Judith could see that Wanda was awake. Her
big beautiful dark expressive eyes began to blink and squint as they slowly
became accustomed to the full brightness of the light. Then they focused on
the two people that were in front of her. She had seen the male many times,
but the female she only seen once before. Before, when she was a viable
human being in pleasant conversation with her, instead of this thing of
distort physical torment forced into complete immobility and silence.
"I must admit Ms. Davenport, I am somewhat worried by the way she looks. I
mean, I know her position is causing her a little discomfort, but it's
nothing her body can't handle. I examined her before hand, extensively, to
see if she could handle what we had in mind. I found her quite limber and
more than capable of remaining in this position for a considerably long
period. So I am a bit surprise to see her looking like this whenever I take
the mask off."
Judith formed a knowing smile in response to this young and inexperienced
member of her staff before telling him what it meant.
"Oh my dear Harry. That is not a look of physical distress. It is an
expression of complete disillusionment and beckoning mercy. Obviously she
was never told the truth as to how extensive her costume was to be or for
how long she is to wear it. That forlorn look of betrayal and hopelessness
is a common one around here. You will see it often as well as a few more
types as your career and education with us continues. It is nothing to
worry about though. Besides, worrying will give you wrinkles and that will
make your young manly face less attractive to the girls around here."
Judith nudged him in the arm while giving the eye over to his young female
assistant.
Harry grinned while his faced turned a deep red from embarrassment. Judith
smiled a little wider with an excited little twinkle in her eye from being
aroused by Harry's child like innocences. And Wanda, she shed a tear when
her eyes closed in forsaken helplessness.
"Now Harry, tell me what you did to her. I am fascinated as to how you got
her so well formed into position and kept her like this without a single
movement or utterance on her part."
Wanda slowly opened her eyes with keen awareness. There was a large gap in
her consciousness as to how she got this way. And maybe, just maybe, the
information she learned could help her in possibly escaping her current
plight. If not now, then soon. Real soon!
"Of course Ms. Davenport. Well, ummm, as you know, once the girl lost
conscious, from the sedative in her tea, we immediately brought her down
here to the lab on a gurney."
'I am under the boutique, like in the basement of some sorts where there
is this science lab or something like that.' Wanda thought to herself as
her eyes moved back and forth in their sockets trying to take as much of
the surrounding area in as possible. Knowing that she was under the
boutique gave her a sense of familiarity and hope. Once she was free from
her confinement it shouldn't be too hard to find a stairway to the first
floor and then freedom. Again, she listened closely as she began to feel a
little optimism begin to percolate into her otherwise hopeless spirit.
"And in the lab we removed all her clothes and threw them away."
'No! Not my clothes. Not my beautiful expensive pants suit and sexy
underwear, all the way from France. Do they have any idea how hard it is to
find good clothes, stylish cloths, to fit a tall busty woman like myself.
Now when I escape I'll have to wear something that won't fit me at all and
probably make me look stupid wearing it when I call for help. Damn them!'
Wanda was angry, but not a single sound could be heard of it. All that
could be seen was the furrowing of her brow. Something that Harry picked up
right away, but remembering what Ms. Davenport told him, he completely
ignored it.
"Then I gave her a through physical exam, checking her vita signs,
flexibility and orifices for size for when we tubed her. Oh, and Dana
here," he smiled when he looked over to his ever present female assistant,
"she began the process of removing the girl's body hair. All of it,
including her pubic hair and the hair on top of her head. And as you can
see, even her eye brows as well. All gone, and then her skin was treated
with chemical to keep it hairless for the next six months."
'They did WHAT?' Wanda could not believe what she just heard. She was
physically violated as much as any woman could be. She was stripped nake
against her will. Examined in some kind of perverted doctor's examination
without her consent. Then, every last one of her luscious black hairs taken
from her as if she was infected with an army of lice. And now she was
forced to remain hairless like a plucked chicken for the next SIX WHOLE
MONTHS! Where in the hell was she? Who are these sick people? And what did
he say about "tubing her"?
"As you can see from her face, the tubes going up her nose reach all the
way down and into her stomach. These are the feeding tubes. We used one of
the liquid food concentrates created by your staff as a means of forced
feeding her. A simple large syringe is used to inject the green slurry
straight into her belly. It doesn't taste very good, but it is loaded with
everything her body needs to stay healthy. We figured she only needs to be
feed once a day, given her restricted existence."
'Feeding tubes! How long am I expected to stay like this?'
"The tube you see there hanging free inside her open mouth is for her
breathing. It goes down her throat, pass her larynx and ends just above
where the main bronchial tube splits in two for each of her lungs. The
breathing tube is the reason she is unable to make any sound. No air is
allowed passed the voice box, thus no sound. Also, we placed a molded solid
rubber insert, a kind of custom fitted wedge if you will, into her mouth
and fastened it around her teeth to keep her mouth open and her lower jaw
in place. This prevents her from trying to gnaw at the breathing tube that
runs right through the middle of it. We knew we would have a drooling
problem with her mouth rigged up like this. So we asked one of your doctors
what we can do. He recommend that we add a small quantity of a special drug
to her food that keeps her from salivating so much. It doesn't dry her out
completely. It just keeps her mouth slightly moist without the excess.
Which will make the removal of said items fairly simple. Whenever that
might be."
'Oh my gosh! Are these people CRAZY! A breathing tube? Mouth guard? I can't
even move my tongue let alone my jaw. I feel like a lab rat in a mad
scientist nightmare! This is so extreme! This can't be happening to me! It
just CAN'T!'
"Her derriere is similarly tubed with an inflatable bladder used to secure
it in place via the sphincter opening. The bladder seals it up very well
indeed as we tested it out by giving her several colonics to clean her out
while she was asleep. And since her food was developed for maximum
absorption into her system, there should be practically no waste problem.
But just in case, we installed a removable cap on the end of the tube that
is wedged and hidden between he butt cheeks, if the need arrives to flush
her out again, say if the customer wishes to keep this way for any real
extended period of time. Again, her urethrae was handled in much the same
way except we figured she would have to be drained once a day though.
Probably at the same time she is feed."
'WHAT! No wonder my bung hole feels like someone shoved a fence post up it.
And what did he mean by "an extended period of time"? I was being paid to
model "a costume" for two separate days ONLY!'
"Her pussy area is equipped with a deluxe vibrating dildoe on command. But
we also used that same dildoe to house a central process unit for data
collection of all the sensors on her body and as an antennae to send said
data via radio waves to this hand held remote control unit. And to make it
a little more enjoyable for both the customer and the girl we added a
little vibrating sensor that sticks right over her clitoral hood."
"How do you control them from the hand unit Harry?" Up to now Judith had
been an avid listener. The human engineering part always captured her
attention. But as soon as Harry mention a way to stimulate the girl's sex
button, she had to take a more active role in this kinky tour.
"Just push here and here, and then turn this clockwise like so and then . .
. ."
"Oh Look! Did you see how wide the girl's eye went when I increased her
clit massager?"
"Yes I did Ms. Davenport! And if you look at the readings on the monitor
you can see how it is effecting the rest of her body as well."
"Oh this is such a wonderful toy. I know Fransoir is just going to love
it!" Judith took a quick look at her watch and decided to cut her fun time
short. She handed the unit back to Harry and then pointed to the face mask
that was still in his hand.
"Ok Harry, tell me about this substance you use on her to keep her in this
impressive position. It doesn't seem familiar to me."
Wanda was slowly coming down from her instant skyrocketing surge emanating
from the most private and sensitive part of her body. It took her by
complete surprise when it happened and it was so intense that her total
awareness was focused in that one monumental wave of sexual arousal that
captured her entire being. A wave that she had no recourse but to ride to
it's natural end. An end that was sadly absent of an orgasm though, to her
further torment.
"The material is something Dana and I have been working on for quite awhile
and only now had a good chance to show off. It's a hybrid of sorts and
comes in a form similar to gelatinous paint. It goes on thick with a stiff
brush where it then automatically reaches it's own uniform thickness of
about an eighth of an inch. As it dries it takes on the thread like cross
hatching matrix of a tightly weaved cloth. The more it dries the harder it
becomes until it sets up completely and is twice as hard and regid as
fiberglass. In fact, it's basically a form of fiberglass without all the
messy and smelly multi-step hassles. And it is very bio friendly too, which
means it can be used right over bare skin, just like with this girl. The
tiny web like structure allows the skin to breathe through it and won't
stick to it either. So all we had to do was to put the girl in a hogtie via
attaching her wrists and ankle cuffs to a length of bar behind her back.
Pull up on the bar until she was in the desired spread knees and arched
ball like shape while still letting the vast majority of her body weight
rest on her belly. And then began coating her with the substance. We
thought black was a good mute background color for the desired effect. Once
her main torso and limbs were covered and the substance hardened, we
removed the cuffs and finished up with her feet, hands, stomach and head.
When all that was done, we began the arduous task of gluing the mirrors to
her carapace shell. We used small round mirrors because they maintained a
uniform consistency even around the many sharp curving surfaces of her body
and thus the intergerty of her full womanly form was still maintained. The
final step was to attach a more fashionable brass rod to her wrists and
ankles again so she could be mounted to a ceiling hook or some permanent
hoist mechanism."
"Amazing Harry! But would not her stressed physical condition cause
circulation problems? I know you checked her for flexibility and such, but
still, if she is to be like this for any length of time, then that is going
to be a problem, correct?"
Wanda mentally echoed the older woman's concern as she could begin to feel
a certain discomfort in her muscles and limbs from being stretched so un-
naturally. Again she tried to use her strength to break free form her
insect in amber like situation. But again nothing happened. Not even a
little nudge, sway or give of her hard as nails and unyielding second skin.
"Ah yes! Good question Ms. Davenport. You see here, on the display, the
outline of the girl and all these dark lights at discrete area's on her
body?"
"Yes"
"These are a combination of micro sensors and electrode stimulators. They
not only send information about the girl's body to the central processing
unit stuck in her pussy, but they also send out mild electrical shocks when
they turn yellow. The shock stimulates the underlying muscles to prevent
atrophy from setting in and it also helps keep the blood moving along so no
fluid builds up in any one place."
"My goodness Harry, you and Dana have thought of everything. Well done my
dears, Well Done!"
Wanda simply could not believe her ears. It seemed like everything and
anything that could be done to her was done. Everything to keep her alive
and in a healthy state of being was under THEIR control. She could do
nothing! She was unable to escape, to move, not even her little toe,
because THEY wanted her to remain fixed in position like some double
jointed circus acrobat who could fly from the air with the greatest of
easy. She had to eat what THEY gave her, and when. She could not speak,
yell or even make the slightest of sounds to communicate her wants or needs
to THEM like any normal human being could. She couldn't even do the most
private and personal of tasks like expel her own waste without THEM first
removing a plug so she could.
She was nothing but a totally controlled object to be used for someone's
cruel and perverted pleasure. And that someone was the man in Paris. The
man who she trusted. Who promised her everything under the sun, but told
her nothing but lies. He told her whatever she wanted to hear to get her to
come here and be fitted for something fantastic and beautiful. Something
that was going to make her the center of attention at his night club.
Something so exotic and wonderful that people will come from all around to
see her and lust after her as she displayed herself for all to see on both
Christmas and New Years Eve. Oh how she was suckered into this. And when
she get's out of this mirrored cocoon, Fransoir will pay dearly for his
betrayal of her loyalty. But THEY never said when that would be.
"So when will she be able to go Harry?"
Harry looked over at Dana and they both began to make facial expressions
back and forth as if they were communicating in some secrete code. It only
lasted for a few seconds before Harry quickly answered Judith's question.
"Tonight Ms. Davenport. The crate that she will be packed in is currently
being assembled as I speak. The girl has already been given an extra
helping of food concentrate so she will be well feed for the day or so
journey. The deluxe dildoe has a power pack in it that automatically
recharges itself from the electrochemical gradient created from when her
pussy juices flow around the metal of the dildoe. Which means that if the
power level runs below a certain threshold, the unit begins stimulating her
pussy area to orgasm. The longer she remains aroused the more recharging is
done. Thus her orgasm will be delayed as long as possible until the unit is
fully charged. We calculated that the cycle will repeat itself once every
six hours and last for at least thirty to forty five minutes."
"Once again Harry, you and your Lady friend have surprised me with your
creative inventiveness. Well Done!"
Wanda too was surprised from what she heard. 'With a long delayed orgasm
every six hours, what will that do to me when I'm finally able to get out
of here?'
As both Harry and Judith walked back over to the head area of the sparkling
human shaped ornament for him to put the mirrored cover mast back on,
Judith asked one more question.
"Harry, how long?" as she pointed to the concern looking face of the black
girl trapped inside the ingenious commercial entertainment object.
Harry took a moment to look at the girl's face. He did not see the
emotional turmoil in her eyes, for he was in deep concentration as if
trying to figure out a mathematical equation.
"Well, our preliminary tests show that the fiberglass material will not
break down for at least six months, and then only slowly taking up to a
year before it begins to crack seriously. But this project was designed for
what the customer wanted, and that was for about a week."
'Oh my god! I am going to be held captive in this thing for a week! Damn it
Fransoir! I'm gonna kick your ass all over France when I get out of here!'
"But then again. Considering all the parameters as to how extensive the
entire enclosure is. I mean, it's practically an environmental suit. The
true weakest link is in how long the food concentrate will last. And in
relation to that I got a little carried away in having it made for us,
which means I made a little more than was needed."
'Oh no. Not more than a week. Please, no more than two weeks. It can't be
more than two weeks. If it's more than two weeks and all those delayed
orgasm's and body shocks, I'll be nothing more than a twitching sex craved
crazy person when I get out. Please, oh PLEASE, not more than two weeks!'
"And since we have no use for the excess. We will just ship it all to the
customer. A kind of extra bonus if you will."
"Yes I see, but how long Harry"
"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Davenport. It should last about two . . ." A loud buzzed
sounded, which was to notify anyone in the outer lab that the phone was
ringing in the inner office. It also made it hard for Judith to hear the
ending of Harry's answer. But Wanda thought she heard correctly and to her
overwhelming elation.
'Oh thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU! I know the next two weeks will be hard
and all. But I can do it. I know I can! Then my dear Fransoir, then . . .'
"Was that two weeks Harry?" Judith asked her young staff member to make
sure she heard correctly.
"Oh no Ms. Davenport, two months."
And then Harry replaced the mask over the horrified staring eyes of the
girl. He fastened the four hidden latches to hold the mirror cover hard
piece of black modified fiberglass in place.
Wanda's entire world was focused into what she could hear and see now. And
even that, her sight, was severely limited by the two small one way mirrors
that were placed directly in front of her eyes giving her a dim tunnel view
of everything. The only other stimulus to her encapsulated existence was
the occasional electrical shocks to keep her body from degenerating into a
mass of jell-o and the unique way to maintain power in her control unit.
Power from repeatedly prolong sexual vibrations with, or without a well
deserved orgasm at the end of it. It was just enough to keep her physically
healthy for the next week to two months. Mentally was another story all
together, and as far as Judith and her staff was concerned that was up to
the Fransoir.
"Harry, Dana, you both did an excellent job! I will let Fransoir know that
his shiny new piece of night club decor will be in the mail tonight and an
operations manual to go along with it. A truly wonderful job you two.
Congratulations!"
And with that Judith shook the hands of the young couple congratulating
them one last time on such an outstanding outcome. Then she headed out the
door.
As Judith walked down the hallway there was a spring in her step. She
seemed to be riding on a natural high. And why not! Everything was working
out so well. She had Madame Rouso's much needed ponygirls. She had Sir
Winfred personally managing the two girls transformation. A special
customer in France was about to receive an item that will literally throw
him for a loop. And now she was about to check on a man, and his special
project, that literally made her toes curl with lust.
Judith began walking slowly up to the closed door. She could feel her heart
begin to pound in her chest in anxious anticipation. Her hand began to
tremble as she reached for the knob. She stopped for moment and tried to
get a hold of herself, to shake off this stupid school girl reaction. 'I'm
an adult woman for cripes sakes', she exclaimed to herself. Then she
reminded herself over and over again about his jealous mad wife and how no
man was worth that. And when she believed she had maximum control over her
yearning desires she opened the door.
The first thing she saw was Sabrina. A sight that completely washed away
any girlish longings she had for The Count. So shocking was the sight that
she just could not believe that such a "thing" was possible.
She received a second shock that made her jump when she heard The Count's
heavy Italian voice up close in her right ear.
"So Ms. Davenport, I see my little creation has caught your eye. Two
beautiful and mesmerizing eyes I might add. Eyes so indwell with the
lusting spirit of life that simply gazing upon them has awaken the hungry
beast in me."
Was it hearing those words of impending romantic seduction or the feeling
of his hot breath upon the sensitive skin of her neck when he spoke them
that cause her to go weak in the knees. Whatever it was she found herself
having to reinforce her conscious decision to stay aloof of his cultured
charm by concentrating on the subject before her.
"Would you, my dear, attractive, intoxicating lady, care to be given a
personal guided tour of the new Sabrina?"
And before Judith could give The Count a simple nod of affirmation, she
felt him place his large powerful hand along the far side of her svelte
feminine waist and gently, but firmly, pull her close to him. She tried, or
so she believed, to keep from being drawn further into that intimate lovers
embrace as her right hand went up to stop what she knew was coming next.
But her cold trembling hand was met by his warm caressing one and
instantly, together, as if in a prelude to a dance, he guided her forward
to where Sabrina stood upon her small platform like a doll on a display
stand.
Sabrina, a once upon a time beautiful and fine figure of a young woman, But
now, with the well practiced dark artform of The Count, has become an
object of unspeakable perverted passion. Human, yes, but not by much.
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Part 5 coming soon.
The story of Cont Guido Corsini and his project, Sabrina.
Stay tune!
