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 5)
"He's gonna find out whose naughty . . ."
Sabrina, who was once a very beautiful young woman, was now an unspeakable
object of perverted lust. Human, yes, but not by much.
The waltzing pair came to a gentle stop a short distance from where the
living entity was displayed. She was like a doll upon her slightly raised
platform, still, silent and eyes wide open. She was staring upon the
joyful man and woman that now stood before her. But her gaze was not the
inviting warmth of a happy child's doll ready to be delivered for Xmas.
Instead, it was the hot burning stare of pure hatred. One of the most
powerful forces in the universe. And in Sabrina's case, it was fueled by
only one conscious thought, revenge!
"Magnificent," whispered a totally awestruck Judith as she remained
transfixed by the bizarre looking girl before her.
A short moment later, like an echo, The Count whispered back a few inches
from her ear, "Yes, she is." His comment, as was his full attention, was
directed solely upon Judith.
Judith only faintly felt The Count's amorous interest in her. All those
warm, exciting and romantic feelings she once had for the suave and sexy
Italian aristocrat were being quickly washed away. And in there place, was
the heart pounding excitement of a kinky predator for a helpless prey.
Whatever depraved animal-like urges Judith had for the modified and
enhanced Sabrina, the married Count also had for his excited female
benefactor. There was a very strange menage a'trois going in that room.
The Count wanted the beautiful and passionate Judith like a rutting buck
for a prized doe. Judith wanted Sabrina like a woman spotting the most
beautiful pair of shoes in a store window. And Sabrina, well, she too felt
something for the pair before her. But her driving need was at the other
end of the human spectrum.
Judith wanted to explore every inch of the girl that The Count had worked
his dark art upon. The Count however, wanted Judith to remain in one spot,
welded right next to him. Something that was beginning to make Judith feel
very uncomfortable about.
Judith turned in his warm embrace, looked right into those deep dark
Italian eyes and while stroking his cheek ever so lightly she said to him
in a soft feminine voice, "You have created a wonderful work of art Count
Corsini. I know Madame Rouso and your loving wife, Marguerite, would be
very proud of you, if "she" could see you now."
Judith had a reason for using the wrong pronoun. And it worked! She could
see the amorous expression in The Count's face quickly changed to that of
a concerned husband who had just been reminded of an imminent wedding
anniversary.
The Count smiled at Judith as his arms slowly fell from her side. He took
a step back in a kind of regal "put off" manner. Then he reached into his
breast pocket and took out his cigarette case.
"Thank you Signora Davenport for your most gracious comment."
The Count opened his shiny gold box with the initials "GC" engraved on it,
a present from his wife, and took out an American cigarette. He closed the
case abruptly making a noticeably loud noise in the process. It wasn't
until he was about to put the cigarette in his mouth that he suddenly
offered Judith one. Perhaps a conscious oversight on his part.
Judith simply smiled back and politely declined his offer, for a second
time. And while The Count was taking a long hard drag, holding his
cigarette in that quaint European manner, Judith began a slow walk around
the girl. This time without the attached Count. Her mesmerizing
infatuation with the living breathing object was instantly rekindled.
"If there is, anything, you wish to know or ask of me Signora Davenport,
please, feel free to do so. "Anything" at all." The way the smoke mixed
with The Count's words, especially on the trailing edge of that last noted
comment, made it hard to discern if The Count had really given up on the
perceived moral Judith.
But Judith gave only a nod of her head in response, keeping her eyes
riveted upon the displayed pseudo human being.
Judith definitely wanted to know more, a lot more. She wanted to know
everything! Every little detail of how The Count could mold a young
beautiful woman, as if she were a piece of clay, into the present edifice
of kinky fetish delights.
She wanted to know it all so she too could make a creature like this.
Perhaps even more than one. She certainly had the raw materials for it.
But she was like a child in a candy store, not knowing what to ask for
first. Everything about the girl peaked her curiosity, from the top of her
skyrocketing ponytail to the very bottom of her ballerina like ankle
boots. Judith didn't know where to start. Until . . .
"There!" Judith exclaimed while pointing her finger with great authority
that even surprised her. So she quickly tempered it by adding, "If you
would Count Corsini, please, tell me how you made her waist like that."
Again she pointed to the girl's waist like it held some unknown mystic
powers.
"Ah yes. Of course, but please Signora Davenport. Please call me Guido.
Count Corsini sounds so, so, distant. And I have come to feel that our
mutual, "intimate", interests have brought us so much more closer than the
formality of social propriety calls for. So if you would dear lady,
please, call me Guido."
Judith had walked all around Sabrina and was now on the other side from
which The Count stood. She took a moment to contemplate the possible
hidden meaning inside her regal guest's words as she looked carefully into
his cunning sexy eyes. The smoke from his cigarette was meandering about
his face as if trying to veil a secret agenda.
"As you wish." Judith said in a lingering tone as if more was to follow.
"In the spirit of "friendship" then, I am willing to call you "Count", and
you my dear "Count" may call me Signorina or Signorina Judith."
The Count smiled broadly as he threw his head back and chuckled politely.
He did so not out of victory for being able to get that much more closer
to his intended sexual conquest, but out of how well this woman was able
to fend off his advances like a skilled swordsman. By calling him "Count",
it still made it clear that there was a distinction between them, as in
social class. And for him to call her Signorina instead of Signora, the
Mrs and Miss counterparts in the Italian translation, it reminded him that
even though she was not married, he was. It was the subtleties of life
that always had the most pronounced effect on a person's psyche. And they
both knew it all to well.
The Count took a moment for another long drag from his cigarette. He held
it for a few seconds looking directly at his attractive cunning adversary.
Then he tilted his head back and exhausted a long heavy white stream
upwards where the mighty intake grilled was. He then took a deep breath of
clean fresh air and began his talk with all due professionalism.
"What you see there, Signorina Judith, is something very rare indeed. One
could only hope to see such a waist in the older sections of Europe or
maybe a handful of remote places across the world. It is reminiscent of an
out of vogue old world culture. It is called a "pipe stem" waist."
The Count temporally ended his talk as he took another draw on his
cigarette.
"It's magnificent beauty is matched only by it's extreme sadistic
perversion," echoed a captivated Judith as she slowly began to walk back
around the girl. A girl with the most extreme diminutive waist she had
ever seen.
The Count took a moment to ponder Judith's contrasting words before
continuing.
"Very well put Signorina. It does have it's certain "macabre" like
fascination. It is also something that was very hard to create I might
add. Especially in a fully grown woman such as Sabrina here."
Judith continued to stare at the girl's wasp-like middle as if she was
measuring it with a ruler. She guested three maybe three and one half
inches high and possibly no less than fourteen inches in circumference.
"Thirteen inches around and four inches high Signorina," The Count said as
if reading her mind.
Judith quickly looked around the girl, who was now directly between her
and her mentor, and stared straight into The Count's face. Her lips
mouthing the two dimensions as if in complete disbelief. The Count simply
nodded his head once in proud confirmation.
Again, Judith looked at the girl's waist with those dimensions
reverberating in her mind. And this time, she felt something. A little
feeling moving around inside of her, not to far down from where her own
pale in comparison small waist was. Then she quickly looked back to The
Count who again read her mind as if the word was written in full view
across her forehead.
"How was it done Signorina? Well, such a thing as this has been in my
family for generations. Both, as a proud demonstration of an unique art
form displayed in our women, and, as an accomplish technique handed down
from one generation to the next. But ideally, for results like this, one
would have to start fairly early in a girl's life. A few years before a
girl reached puberty to be exact. Her waist, her entire figure, would
first have to be trained into accepting the shape of a common hour glass.
Then it would be slowly contoured into the desired effect you see here."
"But Count," Judith began to audibly raise the obvious reality, which was
that Sabrina did not meet with those stated conditions. But The Count
caught her in mid sentence and quickly continued with his train of
thought.
"Of course Sabrina here was not raise like that. She in fact had the
standard American young woman figure with a rather heavy waist and slim
hips. But still, there are methods for such women as well. And for
Sabrina, it consisted of a very austere diet in combination with an
aggressive program of corsetry. The result of which was to first produce a
well established hour glass shape and then to move on to the next level."
"And did our lovely Sabrina here follow your rather stringent requirements
Count" Judith asked with an all knowing smile. For she knew a little more
about young American women than The Count did. She surmised that the
discipline needed for corset training along with a change in diet from
fast food to one of gruel and mush was something that a dominating free
spirit like Sabrina would definitely have a problem with.
"In the beginning the young Signora followed my regimen quite admirably.
So much so that even I was surprised. But on second thought, when one is
given the opportunity to live out their most desirable fantasy, one is
prone to be much too trusting in those who guide them. More so than say
any normal person would."
Judith looked back at The Count with surprise. She then repeated the first
three words that The Count said, "In the beginning", as if asking to
elaborate on them a little more.
The Count could not repress a smile as he exhaled another puff of smoke.
He knew what Judith was hinting at. She wanted to know at what point did
all hell break loose when Sabrina finally found out how extensive her
metamorphosis was going to be.
"Like so many things in life Signorina Judith, it all has a tendency to
blend together instead of acting in discrete, well identified, increments.
Sabrina was more than happy to diet and to wear a corset after I told her
that in doing so, it would make her even more beautiful and voluptuous as
a woman. A woman who would be in great demand as the super model that she
so longed to be. So when she wore her first corset and found out how much
better her figure had changed, she was more than eager to follow the other
programs that I had set out for her."
"Other programs Count," Judith immediately asked as she continued to
survey the rest of the once upon a time caterpillar who had been
transformed into a unique kinky butterfly.
"Just the standard everyday particulars she would need in her soon to be
stock and trade. The most important of which was that she needed to learn
how to carry herself properly so she could show herself off in the best of
light at all times. Something that required additional training items to
be applied to her person as well."
"Such as?" Again, Judith was pumping The Count for each and every little
morsel he wished to share with her.
The Count took another puff, as he tried to recall the series of events in
the correct order.
"High heel shoes were the first item I believe. And before you even ask
Signorina Judith, I known that every woman has had experience in walking
in heels starting from when they were just little girls wearing their
mother's shoes in play. But what I required was for her to walk in them in
a very special manner. Slower, with a deliberate conscious effort as to
where and when to put each foot. To create that distinct sound when her
heal came in contact with the floor. How to carry that step up her long
beautiful leg and into her pelvis so her hip would roll very erotically.
And then to have that sexy arousing walk travel up her constricted torso
to her shoulders and chest so they twisted ever so slightly, thus causing
one eyes to focus on her robust glaring bosom as they swayed so
seductively."
"I am amazed my dear Count at how much emphasis you have put on something
as simple as walking. But I do see your point though. How important it
would be for her future profession." Judith was becoming a bit self-
conscious of her own gate as she continued to walk around the girl,
studying her as if she were a priceless piece of art in a museum of the
very bizarre. "The poor girl must have practiced morning, noon and night
to satisfy your meticulous eye for detail Count" Judith added with just a
touch of sarcasm for Sabrina to hear.
"Oh quite so Signorina. It took an awful lot of practice on her part to
master the simple act of just putting one foot in front of another. And I
made her practice for hours, three and sometimes four times a day, every
day, up to and including this final day as well. She had to learn to walk
that special sluttish way until it became second nature to her. But in
saying that, I must add that I was not a completely heartless taskmaster.
I did give her a generous amount of time to rest in between sessions. And
during those times when she was mentally and physically at a low, I would
add various accouterments to her feminine silhouette under the auspices of
making her as perfect as possible."
Judith barely opened her mouth when The Count resumed his dissertation in
the fine art of remodeling the female form.
"A shoulder harness was added to improve her figure by drawing her
shoulders back and pushing out her chest. The heels on her shoes were
slowly increased so she would become adept at walking in whatever height
that would be required of her in the future. A knee length tight skirt was
the next item to her ensemble so her steps would become short, dainty and
a bit more lady like. And the most interesting component to all these
ongoing augmentations was that our dear Sabrina accepted each and every
one without a single complaint."
Judith could not help but look back at The Count with great suspicion
after hearing that last unbelievable comment.
"Without a single, not one, not even the faintest retort about being
squeezed, stretched, twisted or any other physical persecution that was
inflicted on her person as she was being contorted into a shape that you
alone defined for her? Not even one little echo of apprehension my dear
Count?"
The Count turned his faced off to the side while placing his hand directly
across his mouth. He was doing his best to hide a smile from hearing
Judith's obvious sarcastic question.
"Welllll, there was one or two meager concerns. Less than a handful really
and hardly worth mentioning. But that was certainly expected given the
rapid course of events that were unfolding. Besides, with each little
distressing point she brought to my attention, I was able to dispel them
in short order. After all, with my well bread European background, and if
I may speak with all due humility Signorina, "most" women find themselves
incapable of resisting my charming personality and amorous masculine aura
while in my presents. And our dear Sabrina here was just one of the many,
"many" women to fall under my sensuous debonair spell."
It was now Judith's turn to hide an ever growing smile behind her hand. It
took a few minutes before she was able to regain her composure and return
her attention back to The Count.
"I do see what you mean Count, how "most" women could easily be persuaded
into doing anything you wanted them to."
Now both of them were smiling outright. Again they shared one of those
moments of staunch hidden meaning wrapped delicately within their words.
But while the two, free to move, "normal" adults were busy acting like
giddy school children, quiet and still as death Sabrina closed her eyes in
depressing regret.
The Count's words revived memories that she hoped had been lost to her
subconscious mind forever. Oh how could she have been so stupid to fall
for such a con put on by The Count. All her life she had learned how to
read and use people to her advantage. An art form she had learned all to
well from her mother, who was truly a master of it's execution.
It wasn't until she was in her second year of college that she decided
what she wanted to do with her life. And that was to make her life long
fantasy into a reality. It took her until the end of the semester to come
up with a rough plan on how to do it, but she couldn't do it alone. So she
told her mother during the summer break and together the evil dual
concocted a detail plan of blackmail. They were going to blackmail Madame
Rouso into using her vast power and influence into obtaining what she
wanted.
Back then Madame Rouso was a good friend of her newly, and quite wealthy,
stepfather. Which necessitated brining him into the equation as well. But
that was the easy part, for her mother had her stepfather wrapped around
her little finger. He would gladly do anything for her, even to the point
of turning on a good old friend like Madame Rouso. Oh her mother was good!
Once the plan was implemented and the pair got Madame Rouso to get the
ball rolling, she was on the top of the world with delight. That's when it
must have happened. She was so elated in finally being able to live out
her life long dream at the hands of a renowned and very handsome European
Count that she accidently let her guard down. It was the combination of
being separated from her mother and foolishly trusting the charismatic
Count that led her into the trap. A trap that was no doubt set by Madame
Rouso herself. Oh how could she have been so stupid!
"So once you had her well established into the forefront of her conversion
with, how shall I say this . . . with minimal resistance, how did you take
her the rest of the way Count?" Judith's curiosity was insatiable. She
wanted to know every last detail of The Count's methodology, as well as
how he gave the devil it's due.
"Slowly and with many compliments my dear Signorina. I believe you
Americans have an old saying. To cook a frog, one puts it in cool water
and slowly turns up the heat. So I simply made more and more minor changes
to Sabrina's daily ensemble and before she knew it, she was in no position
to do anything about her situation."
"If you would Count, could you expand on those "minor" changes. I am so
taken with all that you have accomplished that I feel so excited and
receptive to everything you have to say."
"Of course Signorina." The Count too was very receipted to Judith's
heighten state. So much so that he was wondering if Judith might not be
flirting with him.
"I told Sabrina that it was a shame that her mouth wasn't just a bit
bigger. Even though her ancestry was from England, she still had the
facial features of a passionate Mediterranean woman. If only her mouth,
and lips, were slightly larger it would make a tremendous difference in
how she was perceived as being a much more attractive and sensuous woman."
"And did she take the bait Count?" Judith unconsciously ran the tip of her
tongue over her own womanly red lips as she stared at Sabrina's face
trying to see for herself if The Count was successful.
"She thought about the idea for a few days. Then she asked me if there
might be a way, other than surgery, to make them just a little bit bigger.
The little Signora was very scared of the surgeon's knife and anything
that seemed to hint at being medical. So I told her that there was a way.
A very old way that my family had used on several occasions with much
success that would not even break the skin."
"The same family method that was handed down from generation to generation
just like in creating her pipe steam waist, which by the way you promised
to tell me how you created Count?" Judith certainly did not want him to
forget that most important item in the girl's modification.
"Correct Signorina Judith, on both counts, as you will soon see. So I
showed her the device that would turn her entire facial features into a
pure goddess. It was nothing more than a mouth guard, like men use in
sporting events. It was cut horizontally in two and then hinged together
at the back where the molars were. Just in front of the two hinged areas,
was a tiny lever-screw mechanism for separating and contracting the top
and bottom halves at will. All that was required was to insert the guards
around the upper and lower teeth and then begin turning the two screws for
the desired effect. Along with it's jaw spreading abilities, the outer rim
of both guards could be inflated with air via a hand pump so as to stretch
the lips out from the teeth. Thus making her lips bigger while at the same
time making her mouth opening wider."
"It sounds as though there was an awful lot of discomfort in said
procedure Count." There was a hint of a grin forming at one corner of
Judith's mouth after she said that.
"Yes, some, but like the rest of her modification, it was presented to her
gradually. Short, infrequent sessions leading into longer and more
repeated ones. And of course with my many, many compliments as to how much
more beautiful she was becoming, Sabrina was more than willing to tolerate
the minor discomfort for the sake of unmatched beauty."
Judith made a full smile when she heard that little tasty comment. "And
the other "minor" changes Count?" Judith made verbal note to the word
"minor" as her voice reeked with cheerful sarcasm.
The Count took another relaxing buff and then continued echoing Judith's
sarcastic inference on the same word. "Those "minor" changes were also
brought in little by little and again with much joyful fanfare as to what
positive things they were doing for her. As her weight and waist were
being reduced, her corsets were slowly being modified as well. They were
becoming increasingly longer and tighter for her, and made from a more
heavier restricted material, like thick leather.
"Her shoes became more foreboding as the heels grew higher and higher. The
leather that surrounded her feet began to extended up and over her ankle.
Then up even more to over her calf and further up again to her knee.
Finally, it stopped at the beginning of her hip. And just like her
corsets, they too were laced up tightly with stays running through their
entire length to mould her legs into looking long, sleek and very shapely.
"Her shoulder harness was expanded and integrated into her corset so her
entire torso, except for her breasts, was now completely covered and held
tightly within it's grasp. Her collar too was attached to her body corset
and made taller until it became nothing more than a custom fitted posture
collar that prevented her head from moving a fraction of an inch.
"I also added a pair of gloves to make her feel more conscious of her
hands, to be more dainty and feminine in their placement and movement. And
soon they too began to change slowly. The material went from silk, to
heavy satin, to thin leather, and then thick leather with very little
flexibility. They too grew in length as well, from just above the wrists,
to her elbows and then ending in full length opera gloves.
"At this point I told her that by hiding her elbows a little behind her
back it would make her look even more feminine and attractive, a la Venus
de Milo, where the on-looker is drawn to focus on her voluptuous well
endowed upper torso and pretty feminine face at all times. She tried very
hard to do just that. But alas, it was so foreign for the poor Signora to
carry herself like this without having her hands continuously rubbing or
bumping into her growing hips and derriere whenever she would walk. So I
simply helped her along in my own old world way.
"I had a pair of metal rings sewed into her gloves at both elbows and
wrists. I used them to tether her arms together ever so slightly. A strap
was used for her elbows behind her back, and another one for her wrists in
front of her. As the days past, I slowly drew her elbows together more and
more telling her each and every time how awe struck in beauty she was
becoming in her overall appearance. It wasn't long before I had her elbows
touching and her hands held firmly to her bulging shapely hips. Her exotic
beauty was really coming through about now.
"Finally, the last minor change was in regard to her knee length skirt.
Her standard hip hugging skirts became longer, all the way down to her
calves. The material changed too and made only from leather. In short
order, they took on the appearance of a hobble skirt with a single cut out
in back for shaping her expanding derriere."
"Surely Count, at this higher level of unorthodox methodology Sabrina must
of had some serious reservations as to what you were doing, or going to do
to her from then on."
The Count simply smiled back like a coy little child who was caught with
his hand in the cookie jar. "I must admit Signorina, Signora Sabrina did
voice a little reluctance about this time."
At this point, if either of the conversing pair were to look up at
Sabrina's face they would have seen the silent statue roll her eyes as if
in total disbelief at what The Count had just said.
'A little reluctance!' Sabrina thought to herself remembering that
nightmarish time with deep clarity. When she felt the balls of her feet
were no longer supporting her body weight, she respectfully "requested"
that The Count put a stop to any further changes. When all she could do to
breathe was to take small rapid breaths because of her integrated corset
and body harness were much too tight for her, she "told" him in no
uncertain terms to stop this immediately! When her mouth was stretched to
the point that she thought her jaws would dislocate or the delicate skin
of her lips would violently split apart, she repeatedly "yelled" at him to
STOP! And when he informed her of what he had yet planned for her, she
"pleaded" with tears running from eyes for him to Please, Please Stop!
"But we were much to far into her training to stop now," The Count
continued with his talk to Judith. "So we continued into the last and
finale stages of her metamorphosis."
"The pipe stem waist!" Judith quickly replied with an uncontrolled
eagerness in her voice.
"Yes, that, as well as some other little nuances to complete the whole
effect. For instance, her standard high heel shoes quickly became on-point
ones with long thin spike heels. I had been training her feet at night
while she slept prior to their use. I have a little device called the foot
stretcher, which is another old world technology."
Again Judith looked to The Count with a questioning stare. A gaze The
Count immediately picked up on.
"The foot stretcher anchors itself around the girl's lower leg and then
extends down along each side of the foot. A round bar is then placed over
the top of her foot at the base of her toes. The bar is then connected to
the side rails by a ratchet mechanism that allows it to be minutely
cranked downwards to however far one wishes to go. Once I had her foot
skewed into the proper position, it was a simple act to replace her
stiletto heels with the on-point ones and then train her to walk in them.
I made it a point that the Signora was to walk in them in the exact same
manner that she had learned when she wore a normal pair of elegant woman's
heels."
Judith eyed Sabrina's black leather clad feet with much fascination. She
really did look like a ballerina standing there on her toes with her feet
a little more than a shoulder's width apart. And those unbelievable long
spike heels in back, 'They certainly look good, but not much of an aid in
keeping the girl's balance if you ask me', Judith thought to herself. Then
something else caught her eye that puzzled her.
"Yes, I do see Count. Very impressive! But how did you keep her calf
muscles from becoming like that of an athlete? I would think that having
her foot pointed down so dramatically would cause her calf muscles to
become over developed and well defined into some sort of visible hard
mass. But what I see here is nothing like that. They look like a normal
pair of attractive feminine legs."
"Ah yes, another secrete that has been in my family for years. Although I
must admit, it's not much of one these days. You no doubt have heard how
some woman use certain controlled toxic injections to hold back the sands
of time, yes?"
"Oh yes, beauty treatments that are done by doctors to relax the facial
muscles that cause wrinkles."
"Exactly Signorina! I do exactly the same thing to the calf muscles. It is
a mixture of a potent South American poison and some rare herbs that is
then injected into the muscles that make up the calf. The effect is to
relax the muscles and to keep them from any further development. The
result is as you have said, a pair of very smooth and shapely feminine
legs."
"Amazing! Simply amazing. Please Count, tell me more!"
The Count nodded his head in agreement and took a moment to think before
continuing, "Her arms were next in the scheme of things I believe. I
wanted them to be more or less flexible."
Judith was puzzled by The Count's indecisive comment. "More or less
Count?"
Judith's questioning looked was echo back to her by The Count until it
finally dawned on him what she was inquiring about. "Oh, I am sorry
Signorina for being less than clear on that point. What I meant was, I
wanted her arms to be flexible enough to accept any manner of bindings for
a good significant amount of time that anyone in her new profession might
demand of her. And in that, I must say, I have succeeded most famously.
Sabrina is more than capable of wearing any kind of strenuous single glove
for hours on end. Be it the standard down the back type with arms bonded
to one another as if they were one mass. Or the rare and infamous back
prayer position with forearms up along the spine between the shoulder
blades, elbows touching, and hands even with her collar. This is what I
meant by "more" flexibility Signoria Judith.
"Now, what I meant by "less" flexibility was in relation to her hands and
fingers. Along with the change in her shoes, from a high heel to on-point,
I also changed the type of hand gloves she wore. I replaced them with
rigid thumb less leather mittens, the same type you see her wearing now as
a matter of fact. Inside the pod like covering each finger has it's own
restricted tube. It is not tight enough to hinder circulation, but it does
keeps the hand and fingers aligned in a comfortable slight bow shape. I
had her wear those mittens virtually 24 hours a day with their removal
occurring only when she was bathed or to have her nails expertly
manicured. The result of said practice has made them totally incapable of
normal articulation. I dare say it would be impossible for her to sign her
name, let alone feed or dress herself with them for that matter."
Judith stood in one spot to the side of Sabrina eyeing the current
configuration of her arms and hands. She had seen, and instigated, many
different arm and hand bondages on countless numbers of her work units.
But this one seemed a bit different to her. "Count, is there a name for
this type of bondage you have her arms in? It looks familiar, but yet it
is new to me."
The Count smiled before taking a short quick drag on his cigarette. He was
getting very close to the filter and wanted to get every last bit of it's
unique drug enriched flavor. "I don't know if there is any standard name
for it." He said as the white smoke came out in a kind of Morse code with
each word he spoke. "I call it "The Bird's Wing" simply because it
resembles one.
"As you can see, each arm is folded upon itself. Then a thin leather
sheath is used to encapsulate each overlapping pair. The laces of each
sheath follow the path of the arm fold, which affords a rather pleasing
curved visual effect. The covered elbow part has a small "D" ring sewed
into it. This makes it easy to pull the two elbows together in back and
then fastened them with a standard strap or as in this case, where the
Signora is quite flexible, a keyed lock. The type of thumb less mittens
used also have a set of "D" rings attached to it's finger tips. It is a
simple matter of connecting each of them to the ring in her collar with a
short leather strap.
"I myself, prefer this type of restraint over the other one's that I have
previously mentioned. For one reason, the tethered elbows produce the same
thrust out chest look as do the others. And with her overlapping arms held
close to her back and side it still gives her that charming armless Venus
look about her. Then there is the unique advantage that only those pair of
mittens can give. That being the ability to contour the Signora's breasts
along the side and top, thus making them far more attractive and robust
then her normally full beautiful bosom would have allowed. Quite an extra
added feature of enhancement I might add. That is of course if one is
interested is that sort of thing, Signorina Judith." The Count gave a
rather salacious grin to Judith knowing full well of her fondness for
women with big protruding breasts.
Judith slowly turned her head toward The Count. Her full captivating eyes
met his. And as she leisurely formed a very satisfying smile, she blinked
her eyes in a slow dreamy kind of way at him. They both knew each other's
weaknesses, and they both knew how to play on them at will.
Interpreting that come hither look as an invitation, The Count's already
hyper craving for Judith was instantly thrown into action. He quickly took
a final hard drag on his cigarette, only to come to the unpleasant
awareness that he was no longer tasting tobacco. He threw the foul thing
to the floor and stepped on it in a mild state of anger. His emotions were
in full swing now and any little thing could set them off, be they
positive or negative in nature.
He was about to make his move toward's Judith. To take her in his arms,
embrace her soft feminine body with his strong manly one, and then, kissed
her with all the passion that a famished man could have for a most
desirable woman. But he was immediately greeted with Judith asking him in
both words and body language if she might step up onto the pedestal with
Sabrina and examine her much more closely.
The Count was thrown totally off guard for a moment as a bewildered
expression crossed his face. He seldom misread a woman's subtle unspoken
yearnings, as was the nature of flirting. But once again he was
unceremoniously reminded that Judith was no ordinary woman. Something that
both irritated his manly pride as well as fired his lusting soul.
Judith held out her hand, as any cultured woman would, in asking for
assistance to rise to that one step to where Sabrina was display. And like
the ever vigilant gentleman that he was, The Count extended his hand in
kind to help said lady up upon the pedestal that he had already put her on
in his own mind.
Judith rested her hand on top of his, her elegant fine fingers wrapping
around his strong masculine ones. She ascended the one step using The
Count's steady unmovable strength as leverage and balance. Then once she
was steady on her feet, she tried to remove her hand from his, but he
would not let her go. She immediately returned a surprised and questioning
look upon him and was greeted by a glaring mischievous smile in return.
She soon felt him pull her hand towards him, the strength of which she was
no match for, and could only extend her arm in kind. Further and further
he pulled her toward's him until she feared that he would pull her right
off the pedestal that he had put her on. Then, without warning, he raised
her hand to his lips and kissed it with all the charm and splendor that
his elevated aristocratic position could afford.
Judith's tense posture quickly melted away. A soothing smile formed on her
face. An honest grateful smile with no hidden agenda or school girl
expectations connected to it. Just a genuine smile of thankful
appreciation to a very Nobel gentleman.
A few seconds later she had the ability to withdraw her hand from the much
admired Count. She took it to her heart and placed her other hand over it
as if to cradle it with warm regards. Her fingers were gently stroking the
area that he kissed.
The Count slowly blinked his eyes and nodded his head before turning off
to the side. He then reaching into his breast pocket for another American
cigarette leaving Judith to her own intimate seeking volition.
As The Count lit his cigarette, Judith turned her interest once more to
Sabrina. A quick intense rubbing of the top of her hand, as if she was
trying to wipe something away, was all that was noted as a prelude to a
change in her disposition.
The two women instantly made direct eye contact. The one so desperately
wanting to climb into the other's head and like a wild animal with sharp
claws shred the mental and emotional identity of her evil foe. She wanted
to destroy her. Just like she had been destroyed by her in kind.
The other seen nothing unique to spark her interest. Nothing that she had
not seen many times before in the many young women who she had the
pleasure of turning into her work unit's. But what did catch her eye, as
they left the girl's face and moved downward, was her breasts.
Sabrina seen that wide eyed smiling look before. She had seen it in all
those young men who were captivated by her once normal, but above average,
bosom. More so than her beautiful smile or charming personality. With such
guys who seen her only as a sex object, she would usually rebuff with her
caustic wit or simply walking away leaving them with a single word,
"asshole". But in her current state of being she could neither walk away
or accost anyone with insulting verbiage. Both options, like many other
things, were taken away from her by The Count.
Judith was in awe by the girl's heavenly breasts. They were just so
perfect, and big! She could not stop herself from examining them in the
fullest of detail. Her eyes flowed over them like a skier looking over the
new days fallen snow on an inviting mountain side. Not a single blemish,
vein or visual abnormality what-so-ever could be spotted by her eagle eye.
Her fingers soon followed suit and they too were met with an unbelievable
softness and the smooth flowing skin of pure perfection. Even the girl's
aureolas and nipples were perfect in both proportion and touch. It was all
so uncanny to find such a pair given how big they were. 'Surely', she
though, 'they could not possible be real.' But hard as she could, she
could not see a single indication that they were man made in any way. And
she knew what to look for too, having several of her work unit's modified
when circumstance, or her desire, dictated. Each time it was done, there
was always some clue, some skin aberration, some slight feel to them that
she could always detect. No matter how hard her staff worked at concealing
them or trying to make them seem real, she could always tell the
difference between nature and nurture.
She gave each of Sabrina's voluptuous big breasts several good hard
squeezes and even in that they responded in a way that seemed to be better
than real. And she knew all too well that Sabrina never had such a big
perfect bosom like this to begin with. She just had to know how!
"Count, I know you did something to them. But for the life of me, I cannot
honestly say what. Please kind sir, please tell me your secrete."
The Count lingered in silence before responding to Judith's eager desire
to know all his tricks of the trade. It is not that he didn't want to tell
her. It was just that he didn't know himself, the details that is. He was
trying to think of a way to tell her without gloating over it, in being
able to produce something that she never would.
"I fear I must disappoint you Signorina Judith. I will tell you what I
know, but it will not be enough. For there are two requirements to produce
such wonderful, beautiful and grandiose breasts as these. The first is an
ointment, which is the major component of the process. It is massaged into
the breasts and reacts with both the skin and the inner biological
structure that forms the breast. In small amounts and limited usage it has
a rejuvenating effect to make say, even an old woman's mature bosom seemed
much more youthful, although not miraculously so. But in greater amounts
and in combination with my device, the second requirement, it can
literally change a lonesome pair of undeveloped breasts into what you see
here right before you.
"The device itself is nothing out of the ordinary and I am sure your
wonderful staff could easily create one. It is a simple vacuum chamber
that a woman must wear several hours a day over her breasts. It gently
pulls on the breast and causes it to stretch inside of it. This
stretching, in kind, enhances the effect of the ointment on the breast as
well. The breast massage, when employing the ointment, is another
important element however. By manipulating the breast one can tell were
more or less of the ointment is needed and to be worked in. It is thus a
true art form, but one that can be learned. The sad part is in the
ointment itself. It is in very limited supply and cannot be duplicated."
Judith could not accept the part of not being able to duplicate it. She
began telling The Count how excellent her research facilities were and
that she had a first class staff of doctors and scientist to go with it.
The Count continually shook his head in affirmation as Judith was
detailing her ample capabilities one after the other. But again he
reiterated to her that it would not make a bit of difference.
"Signorina Judith, you must understand. The ointment comes sparingly from
a single source back in a remote part of my homeland Italy. It is sold to
only a certain hand full of people at only a certain time of the year. I
have tried on many occasions to duplicate it, taking it to any number of
well equipped labs and top people of science and medicine, but without
success. There must be something in that area where it comes from. Just
like Cuban cigars. Many people have tried to duplicate that excellent
tobacco flavor, but all have failed. Leading one to believe that it is the
place, the people and the culture that makes them as to where the secrete
resides."
The news did not sit well with Judith and The Count could see it in her
eyes. That look of disappointment with a touch of anger appended to it.
He took a moment to think and then offered her a proposition.
"I still have a very small amount of that ointment left. I will be more
than happy to give it to you, but you must promise me that if you do find
a way to duplicate it's magical powers, you will share the secrete with
me, and me alone. Agreed Signorina Judith?"
Judith's face lit up like a Xmas tree. She thanked The Count profusely for
ability to try her hand at the challenge. All Judith could think of at
that moment was the future and how she was going to use such a wonderful
drug once her staff had cracked it's code.
The Count on the other hand could only give a half smile to Judith's
infectious optimism. He knew full well there would be great disappoint
awaiting her. But then there was always the factor of luck. Maybe chance
and fate will give to her what was denied to him for so many years. Either
way, he knew Judith to be a woman of her word. And if she did happen to
find the golden fleece, then he too would share in her good fortune.
Sabrina too was lost in her own thoughts remembering how her beautiful
barely "C" cup breasts were turned into something right out of some
horrible science fiction story. And just like all of The Count's evil
plan, it came disguised as something that was at first accepted by her
with great appreciation.
She recalled how surprised she was when her corset training caused her
breasts to grow into a very bountiful "C" overnight. And when The Count
told her that he had something that would make her breasts look and feel
even better, she was chomping at the bit to try it.
The results were more wonderful than she could have ever dreamed of. A
smidgen of that white ointment rubbed into her breasts before bed was all
she had to do. A few days later and she had the most beautiful and
flawless pair of breasts she had ever seen. And they felt fantastic too!
As if there erotic sensitivity was raised to another level. Even her
nipples seemed to have a life of their own when they became erect at the
slightest of touch.
It wasn't long after that when she was awaken to the truth. That she had
been duped! Her body, like her life, was no longer her's to command. It
was The Count who was doing the late night massaging now. Her hands had
been turned into some leather encapsulated artifacts never to be used by
her again. And when she laid prone on her back, strapped down, limbs
useless, mouth jacked open wide enough to make a python envious, all she
could do was to watch his sadistic smiling face as he took immense
pleasure in fondling her naked precious breasts. An act that not even she
could stop herself from enjoying, no matter how hard she tried. Oh how she
cursed her body for betraying her so.
Then came "the device". That damnable piece of hardware that she was
forced to wear all through the night while she slept. It was the device
that forced her to sleep on her stomach from then on. And it required her
to sleep on a special bed too. A simple padded board covered in leather
with cut outs for her face and breasts. She was strapped down to it every
night. From the tips of her diabolical metal foot stretchers, all the way
up to the back of her head, which kept her face pushed snuggling into the
padded leather opening.
There were two basic parts to the device. One was a small, light weight,
plastic bell that was placed over each of her nipples with it's rim
matching the perimeter of her aureolas. A vacuum was created from a tube
at the tip of the bell and her nipples were drawn up and into the hollow
part of it's belly. A small valve was closed and a seal was created
between her skin and the bell via the residue that remained from when the
ointment was liberally massaged into them. The tubes were removed and then
the second part of the device was added.
Two large plastic half sphere's were put over each breast along with the
corresponding nipple stretching bells. It's full rounded rims was place in
direct contact with her chest at the base of her breast. She could feel
the cold smearing effect of some sort of jelly being used on the rim as it
was twisted around on her flesh to make a good seal. Another vacuum was
created and she could feel her breasts being sucked into the vacant ether
of each sphere.
And that's how she slept. All night long, and each and every nigh after
that. Each night she would watch him in horror stricken disbelief as he
fitted the device to her nipples and breasts. It was like some horrible
gruesome nightmare as the vacuum slowly pulled each of her breasts further
and further into those spheres night after night after night.
The effects the device and ointment had on her was frightening. In
practically no time at all she could see that her breasts were growing.
Soon her overflowing "C" size breasts had become a very impressive "D",
with enlarged nipples to match. Then he changed the size of the nipple
bells and plastic sphere's, and in a blink of an eye they became an
astounding "DD", and her nipples the girth of her little finger. Another
hardware change brought on another change in size, "DDD".
She was forced to watch and experience the whole ghastly treatment as if
in a repeated nightmare. Oh she tried to stop it when she was allowed to
talk with more threats, more bargaining and finally the teary eyed
emotional outbursts of begging to stop, "Please Stop!" But the routine was
set in motion and there was nothing she could do to alter it's path. More
ointment, more massage, more vacuum, and more tears.
Towards the end, when he robbed her of her voice by forcing her to suck on
that damn thing virtually 24 hours a day, her breast augmentation didn't
seem to matter any more. Her whole body was changing now, being moulded,
enhanced, constricted, stretched, and in her eyes, horribly disfigured.
'Where would it all end' she kept asking herself. She didn't know back
then, but she did know now.
Then Sabrina continued with her wild avenging beast stare. An anger that
was noted not only in her eyes, but in her new monstrous protruding orbs
as well. With her waist constricted to that of an insect, she was forced
to breathe from her chest. And with each breath one could easily tell it
was an angry one.
She sucked in air long and hard through her nose as her voluptuous chest
rose like an enrage white whale from the calm sea. Then, for a moment, at
their zenith, they remained there in full majestic magnificence. An
awestricken site of powerful eroticism beyond human comprehension. Then
suddenly, a great force of air was heard blowing by and her breasts fell
like a stone into a quiet pool. Ripples of soft subtle flesh quiver about
until they quickly dissipated into a motionless peaceful serenity. A few
still seconds passed and then it all began again.
Through it all Sabrina just kept on staring at the woman before her. A
woman who was so infatuated with her bigger than life bosom that she
continued to grope them even though her visual interest was somewhere
else.
Judith simply could not help herself. Being this close and now able to
touch every inch of this modified girl. A girl who fascinated and excited
her to no end and was throwing her libido into over drive. But her logical
mind was just as active, if not more. Her insatiable curiosity was peeked
and she wanted, needed, to know more. Nothing was going to be missed.
Her interest was soon drawn away from Sabrina's perfect bosom to the black
leather that cocooned her arms. Her hands followed her eyes as she began
inspecting "The Bird's Wing" for fit and immobility. A nice happy smile
spread across her sweet lips when she found it as she suspected, tight as
a drum and making the girl completely helpless. A casual glance upwards
resulted in something else catching her eye and holding her interest.
"Count, can you use that mysterious ointment of yours for other parts of
the body," Judith asked as she was staring at the profile of the girl,
specifically her lips.
"Ahhhh nothing escapes those keen and beautiful eyes of yours Signorina
Judith. I know what you are referring to, but the answer to your question
is no. That ointment is used only to enhance a woman's breasts. Although
it could be used marginally as a skin cream, but to do so would be a very
sorry misuse of it's wonderful properties. Especially when it is in such
short supply to begin with. Now in saying that, I believe your question
was referring to the Signora's lips. That was another one of my minor
changes that went along with the major ones I was telling you about
earlier. After the mouth spreader and lip stretcher preformed it's task,
quite admirably I might add, poor Sabrina here was left with very
unbecoming lips. They looked so wrinkled and flabby from the excess skin
that they detracted greatly from her natural beauty. So I preformed a
series of minute injections of a modified human fat based oil to "plump"
them up if you will."
Judith's brought her face up close to Sabrina's as she tried to see the
results of said injections. She had heard of the new drug on the market,
but had yet to test it out on any of her work units. She did hear however
that said drug did have one drawback to it. It seemed to make the lips a
bit lumpy, as if too much oil was injected in too few spots. She figured
it was a result of a poor application technique and not the oil itself.
And as she carefully inspected Sabrina's fleshy lips she could not see any
kind of clumping effects at all. Although it was difficult to tell
accurately with that big thing in her mouth.
"If you wish Signorina, you can remove the dildoe from her mouth and see
the results much better."
Judith decided to take The Count's advice and began looking for the
locking mechanism that must have been somewhere on the external part of
this super sized dildoe. But try as she might, she just could not find a
latch, a knob, a crank or any other type of attachment that kept said
brute of a dildoe firmly inside the girl's mouth. She did notice though
that the girl's cheeks were sunken in as if she was holding it in on
purpose via a sucking action.
'Was this how she was keeping it in her mouth?' Judith thought to herself
as she continued to search for what was beginning to look as if it wasn't
there. 'Could the girl be doing this of her own free will,' again the
question made Judith pause for though.
Judith found the notion very hard to swallow. Especially with the evil eye
she was getting from the girl ever since they laid eyes on one another.
She just could not bring herself to believe that such an action was
voluntary on Sabrina's part. But there was one way to find out.
She grasped the outer rim of the dildoe and began to pull. It was moving!
Not just the dildoe, but Sabrina's lips as well. Judith must have pulled
the dildoe back a good three inches before noticing that only about one
inch of the dildoe had escaped the girl's lips. The other two inches had
to come from the pucker in her lips. 'My goodness,' she said to herself
'how much did he stretch the poor girl's lips to begin with?' Judith let
go of the dildoe just to see if what she thought was indeed true.
The dildoe was instantly pulled back to it's original position. The small
part that had escaped was sucked back in while the rest of it was pulled
back simply out of the working of Sabrina's newly enhanced oral rim.
Judith was practically giddy with delight as she once again began pulling
and twisting the dildoe out from it's succulent warm haven. The more she
pulled the more she could see that the dildoe was more in line to that of
a male phallus with it's heavy veined shaft and uniquely shaped head then
a straight forward sleek dildoe. When the furrow, that lied just behind
the head, began to appear she started moving the dildoe around to see how
flexible those enhanced lips actually were.
It was utterly amazing how the girl's lips flowed so effortlessly around
the thing. Of course the bright red lip gloss helped some as a lubricant.
But the fluid motion that seem to cause them to glide over whatever
imperfection there was in the phallus was positively arousing to watch.
On several occasions Judith could feel the hardness of the girl's teeth up
against the tip of the dildoe when she would move it from one corner of
the girl's mouth to the other. And the strangest part was the girl's lips
were still covering the entire head of that very manly phallus all the
while she was doing that.
If truth be known, Judith was beginning to feel a little "penis envy" from
diddling Sabrina's mouth like she was. With such oral dexterity and
overall lip reach, this girl could easily give any size guy a first class
out of this world cocksucking adventure that he would remember for the
rest of his life!
While Judith continued to move the phallus in and about Sabrina's fish
like mouth, Sabrina remained perfectly quiet and still. But her eyes were
sure working up a storm as the intense hatred held deep within them made
her eyes look as if they were on fire.
Judith soon tired of playing with those king sized lips, especially when
her enjoyment was limited to being strictly visual. So she slowly began
pulling the rest of the monster from the girl's mouth.
Intently she watched as the flared end of the head began to appear. One
could see the glee in Judith's eyes as the super pucker of Sabrina's lips
began to slide off the remaining tapered end. Judith purposefully did it
ever so slowly so as not to cause an audible popping sound. With lips like
those a quick thrust backwards would create such a noise that it would
sound like a champagne cork going off. Besides, she liked the idea of
Sabrina's last contact with the huge surrogate cock to be that of a gentle
loving kiss upon it's life-like tip. And the sound that was made when her
lips finally did leave it was akin to exactly that, a wet little lovers
smooch.
Sabrina immediately exercised her mouth and swallowed whatever saliva that
was left from harboring such a perverted monstrosity for so long.
Judith watch with a happy smile at how beautiful those big lips really
were. In fact, Sabrina's whole oral structure had turned out quite well
indeed, in an overly flamboyant bizarre kind of way. But considering the
whole awesome, over the top, look of the girl to begin with, her mouth
somehow looked just right.
"Uuu Oger Ucker! Uck Uuu itch! UCK UUU! I ett Uuu Uucking itch! I eet Uuu
bot! Uck Uuu bot!" On and on the angry pseudo words came spitting out of
Sabrina mouth. It was easy to tell that the girl was very angry. Judith
just had a hard time trying to decipher the girl's coded message. After
taking a second or two to catch her breath, Sabrina started in on another
meaningless soliloquy. But before she could get the second word to "Fuck
You" out of her modified mouth, she yelped out in pain and then fell
completely silent.
Judith was taken aback by the unexpected sharp scream and then sudden
silence. That is until she turned around and seen that The Count was just
walking away from a table with a small remote control box in his hand.
"Please forgive me Signorina. I was momentary distracted by watching your
adept manipulation of the dildoe that I forgot what would happen when it
finally came out." He extended his hand to show Judith the remote and then
added, "It's just a simple little remote shocking box that I accidently
left off. I used it to train the Signora to hold that dildoe in her mouth.
If I push the switch up, it run's in automatic. Whenever the sensors
detect a change in negative pressure from inside her mouth, as if the
dildoe was going to slip out, it sends a signal to this box and then the
box sends a signal to her other dildoes to shock her. It is most
unpleasant as you can see. The little box also has a push button that
shocks our little Sabrina at will as well. She is such a stubborn Signora
sometimes, but with this device she becomes as meek as a lamb."
Judith smiled back at The Count adding "And not afraid to speak her mind
as well I see, whatever that could be."
The two of them shared a moment of gaiety from seeing the joke within
Judith's comment of Sabrina's total lack of verbal acuity. Judith knew
that a severely modified mouth would no doubt have it's draw backs. So she
figured that the lost of good pronunciation of the English language in
exchange for an exceptional talent in oral sex was really a fair trade off
after all.
Sabrina on the other hand was in dead silence and red faced with rage.
She was forced to hold back her anger for the same reason she was forced
to do whatever The Count wanted her to do. He and that damn black box of
his held all the cards, but soon things would change. Her feminine
intuition kept telling her that it would, and soon!
Judith returned her attention back to Sabrina with specific interest in
checking out the girl's other two dildoes that The Count just mentioned.
She began to take a step back to see better when she remembered that she
still had the phallus in her hand. So she raised it up to Sabrina's clench
mouth with it's big fire hose like lips outlining it's point of entry and
placed it softly right up against them. Again Judith mimicked the action
of a kiss. But as soon as the dildoe touched the soft wet pucker, the
dildoe was sucked right out of her hand and straight into Sabrina's mouth,
post haste.
"My goodness! THAT's what I call enthusiasm" Judith exclaimed with a
particular cutting edge to her comment. It took her a minute or two to
figure out what just happened. She then came to the conclusion that given
the day in and day out training of keeping that dildoe in her mouth with
suction alone, Sabrina had no doubt cultivate an automatic response. Thus
when something came in contact with her lips, it was immediately sucked
in. It was nothing more than psychological conditioning akin to a dog
salivating when it heard a bell ring.
Judith then thought to herself, 'Such behavior is going to be very
difficult to unlearn. But then again, Sabrina would be an absolute hit at
parties. Bachelor parties that is.' She watched with an attentive eye as
the dildoe come to rest in virtually the exact same position that it
started out in. "Amazing, simply amazing," Judith whispered so only she
and Sabrina could hear it. Then she turned her attention to another of the
girl's invaders.
"Is this the one you meant Count," Judith asked while standing off to the
side and pointing to the equally large, if not larger, dildoe sticking out
from the girl's pussy.
"Yes Signorina, that and the one in back as well. You can explore the one
in front to your hearts content. There is no risk of a shock occurring by
that one. The one in back is however regrettably not available for
inspection. It is currently being used to hold the Signora on her stand."
Judith made a quick look behind the girl to see what The Count was
referring too. All she could see was a polished chrome pipe running up
from the floor and then disappearing into the girl's ample derriere.
Again, her curiosity got the better of her. So she maneuvered herself into
a more appropriate position and used her hands to separate the two bulging
cheeks. In doing so she was struck by how incredibly pliable the girl's
buttock was. And further investigation only made her become more
captivated by it.
Visually the girl's butt was a masterpiece of perfection, just like the
girl's breasts. It had all the shapely roundness of a beautiful athletic
female butt, only bigger! But that enlarged state only meant more pleasure
for the one playing with it. And Judith was right there taking full
advantage of the opportunity. Her hands were all over it, rubbing it,
squeezing it and being the very wicked person that she was, she added a
little pinch to the flesh just for the fun of it.
Then a thought crossed her mind. 'Given an almost perfect ass like this,
would she honestly be able to bring herself to whip it?' Such a question
was indeed a hard one for her to answer. Part of her wanted to really have
a go at it. Spanking it with her hand until her own hand stung from the
excess. Smacking it about with a paddle or a crop until it was as red as
an over ripen tomato. And then really putting it to the test with a
flogger or a whip. But if by chance she lost control and actually brought
damage to such a perfect thing as this, could she ever forgive herself?
It was a good thing that Sabrina was not her's, for such an important
question like that did not need an answer. But to satisfy a deep need
building up within her, she did give one gorgeous back door orb a good
healthy smack with her hand.
Instantly a moan of displeasure was heard coming from deep within
Sabrina's throat. But the only sound Judith heard was the crisp clean
smack of flesh upon flesh. It was the combination of that sound, the
slight sting on her hand and the ripple like effect of the meaty flesh
around the point of impact that ignited something ravenous inside Judith.
It was a dark craving for more. A perverted sadistic lust to cause pain
and reek wonderful pleasure from it. But she had to remind herself that
the girl was not hers, and this was neither the time nor place to satiate
her beastly needs.
She thus forced herself to turn her attention away from the girl's
heavenly behind and once again explore other areas that remain yet
undiscovered. She remembered The Count saying something about another
dildoe in the girl's pussy. So with evil intentions she proceeded to the
front of the girl to see what treat was awaiting her there.
At first it did not radically impress her like the rest of the girl's
modifications. A pussy with a large dildoe in it was something that Judith
was not all that unfamiliar with. Not until she thought about it a little
more that is.
With such a large dildoe being used, she expected that what remained
outside of it would dominate the entire area. But it didn't. It looked
quite normal, with respect to proportion that is. It was only when she
took a step back that she could see how creative The Count had become.
The entire pussy region was enlarged! The pussy lips, the opening, the
part where the pubic hair was, which was now clean as a whistle, the fat
fleshy area along the side of the pussy lips. In fact, the whole
triangular area seemed to have swelled up to one and half times it's
normal size. It was only when she viewed it along with the girls spread
legs and lower abdomen that the difference in size really stood out.
Judith began touching Sabrina's pussy all around the firmly implanted
dildoe. 'It had to be like the mouth and lips', she thought, 'stretched
and pumped up.' Her finger gently stroked the puffed up area's along
either side of the girl's labia lips and pubic bone. "Remarkable" she said
in a whisper as she felt only smooth skin and firm tender flesh. Next, she
checked out the labia lips themselves. With such a large diameter dildoe
one would expect lips spread taut and as thin as paper. But they looked as
if they were under hardly any stress at all. It was amazing!
"I would wager Signorina that you think Sabrina here could satisfy only
the giants of men now, no?" The Count took another quick drag on his
cigarette. He was eager to hear what the lady who shared his passion for
the bizarre had to say.
Judith turned to face The Count, but her fingers still continued to stroke
and play with the enhanced pussy. "Well Count, I must say, that with such
an impressive piece of equipment filling Sabrina's pussy, it would seem
that it would indeed require a "super" man to find pleasure in such a big
hollow cave like this."
"Ahhhh, very good, just what I thought. Now, if you would be so kind
Signorina, please to remove said object from Sabrina's "pussy", as you
call it." The Count had sprouted a big wide smile on his face. A smile
that lead Judith to believe that something was up.
Judith took it slow and easy. She was on her guard, but she just couldn't
see what to be on guard about. It was a simple act of pulling down on the
dildoe and out it would come. And considering the size of it, she wondered
how the darn thing could stay in by itself in the first place. So again
she looked at this dildoe the same way she looked at the one in Sabrina's
mouth. For any outward signs that might indicate it was locked in by some
lever, crank or inflation device. But again she seen no such clue. Thus
her only course of action was to simply grab and pull.
It was hard! There was only a very small initial movement, but that was
the result of the girl's pussy lips being stretched along with the dildoe.
She stopped for a second and thought that Sabrina might be dry inside.
Maybe the friction between the dildoe and her inner lining was making it
difficult for her to remove it.
Not wanting to cause any damage to all the fine work The Count had done,
she decided not to force it straight out, but to try and twist it out
slowly. And it was working! But as the dildoe was extruding itself from
the hole, Judith could see that the dildoe was in fact well lubricated.
'So why is this darn thing so hard to pull out' she asked herself while
she continuing to pull and twist while putting a little more effort into
it.
Judith soon found that the dildoe was another one of those imitation man's
penis's. It was similar to the one in Sabrina's mouth except this one was
much more heavily veined and lumpy all along it's impressive thick shaft.
She soon had the phallus almost out. All that was left was what looked
like it's massive head, and then "pop" goes the weasel. But this last
little bit was giving her some definite trouble. It required her to use a
little body leverage and some extra "uumph" before she was able to see any
progress. Then all of a sudden the damn thing extricated itself with a
noted "pop". Judith almost lost her footing as a result of the quick
release.
"Bravo Signorina Judith, Bravo!" The Count was clapping his hands and
congratulating her on a job well done.
Judith gave a simple little smile back as she held the large phallus out
before her and waved it around in mock victory. She stared at it for a
moment marveling at it's overall incredible size. Then she looked back
from which it came and expected to see a gaping vacuous hole in it's wake.
But to her surprise, all she seen was a normal looking, "closed", pussy.
The labia lips of which were folded up against one another in a rather
tight rumpled seal. Nothing out of the ordinary at all, except of course
for the overall larger than life size of the entire thing.
Judith squatted down in front of the girl's pussy and looked even closer.
"I just don't believe this" she said in a confused whisper. When her eyes
could not find anything out of the ordinary, she then tried feeling for
something different, something loose, something decidedly stretched out to
the max. And as she continued to probe, push and pull everything that
could be, the results were all the same. No outstanding difference at all.
She quickly turned to The Count with a blank expression on her face.
The Count matched her silent pantomime with one of his own. He cocked his
head slightly to the left and raised one eyebrow as if to say 'What do you
think the reason is?'
Judith's blank expression then turned to one of a contemplating frown. She
looked back at the girl's pussy and then to the dildoe again and again. It
was a good mystery and one she knew she could solve if only she had . . .
Then the proverbial light bulb went on. She knew the answer! Her whole
expression lit up as she turned her attention back to The Count and said
only one word. "Exercise!"
The Count echoed back Judith's discovery with his own short word phrase,
"Exactly Signorina!"
The Count, in all his old world mystic ways, had taught Sabrina how to
voluntarily control her vagina muscles. And in so doing, to develop them
to the point of being twice as strong as any normal woman. What she
thought was a pussy that was simply stretched and pumped up with fatty oil
was really stretched, pump up with muscles, and then injected with oil to
make it look and feel feminine.
Judith could not believe the intense dedication that The Count forced
Sabrina to go through. Day after day, night after night, stretching the
pussy, exercising the pussy, stretching it, exercising it, until finally
he was able to produce the results that she bared witness to right here
and now.
Now Judith knew what The Count was hinting at earlier. Sabrina could not
only take the largest of men on the face of the earth, but she could quite
possibly take the smallest as well. And satisfy them both with
unbelievable pleasure, or if she had a mind to, with pain. Sabrina had the
most powerful and well trained pussy that she had ever seen. A thought
that made her feel the sad tugs of penis envy once more.
But the whole story was not over yet! The creation of the new and improved
Sabrina did not end there at her mighty pussy. There was still one final
act that had yet to be played out. A secrete that was only half told. And
one that Judith was still anxious to learn all the details of.
But before the complete transformation saga could be told, Judith had to
put back the phallus from which it came. She placed the tip of the conical
head at the fold of the labia lips and began to wiggle and push. It would
not go in. Sabrina had willed those gates closed. Her forced learned
talent for pleasing others also allowed her the ability to keep it close
whenever "she" wanted. A slight undesirable and overlook side effect in
her training no doubt.
Judith could easily inform The Count of Sabrina's lack of cooperation in
this matter, to which Sabrina's stubbornness would be met with a
"shocking" response from The Count. But Judith was a capable woman, and
she decided to handle this mer inconvenience in her own special way.
She first projected a rather sober and irritating gaze upon the young
upstart. In return, Sabrina gave her a look of her own. Not the one of the
wild angry beast set on revenge, but one of twinkling delight that
reflected a much saute after satisfaction.
Judith smirked from what she saw. She knew the difference between victory
in battle and winning a war. Short term accomplishments were never an
acceptable substitute for long term results. So all she did was to use a
finger and thumb of her other hand and to gently pinch one of Sabrina's
prominent perky nipples, and to softly say "open".
At first it was a staring contest with neither one of them flinching in
their expression. One, with the thrill of victory held fast in her eyes.
The other, with the passive confidence that the tide would soon change.
The seconds ticked by and their expressions remained fixed as if chiseled
in stone. The only movement that could be seen was in that lone nipple as
it was slowly being compressed more and more with the passage of time.
A full minute had passed and then Judith began to grin. She did from what
she saw in Sabrina's eyes. That happy bright eyed look of optimism became
glazed over as if her eyes were welling up with tears. It's wouldn't be
long now.
The cute-de-ta came when Judith began to roll the squashed nipple between
her finger and thumb. That's when Sabrina's eyes closed tightly in defeat.
A few seconds later her pussy relaxed and the phallus was able to
penetrate her resolve.
Once Judith had the phallus in as far as it would go, she gave the
remaining visible stub a little pat, adding the words "Good Girl" at the
same time.
For Sabrina, those words felt more like a twist of a knife in her gut than
a pleasing compliment to pacify her soul. She slowly opened her eyes and
again gave that wild avenging beast stare with two tears rolling from the
corners of her eyes.
Judith said nothing. She only wiped away the tears from Sabrina's sunken
in cheeks while maintaining that Cheshire cat smile on her beaming face.
She stepped back from the girl and folded her arms across her chest in
ultimate victory. She stood there for a full minute letting her proud
dominant position seep deep into the girl's soul. Then she took a casual
walk around the girl while still on the pedestal with her.
"My dear Count," Judith said with a renewed vitality as she stood out of
sight behind the girl, "you promised to tell me how you created this
fantastic four inch pipe stem waist. If you would be so kind, please, tell
me how you were able to make this most bizarre thing." Judith placed her
hands firmly around the thirteen inch by four inch leather tube that was
now the vibrant waist line of Sabrina.
The Count smiled and chuckled to himself while he took another puff on his
cigarette. He never met a woman like Judith. A woman with such an
insatiable desire for knowledge. On a subject that was so exotic and so
out of date as in the makings of a pipe stem waist.
"As you wish Signorina Judith." The Count took a moment to organize his
thoughts while Judith continued to circle Sabrina like a vulture with one
hand in constant contact with that leather tube.
"Let me see. I have already told you how I reduced her waist quite
drastically with just a severe diet and a series of ever restricting
corsets. At which time our little Signora here had become quite the
helpless creature and totally unable to prevent her second stage in figure
training from happening."
"Yessss, and I remember all those "major" and "minor" changes you were
making at the same time too. Her mouth, her arms, her feet, her breasts
and her most impressive "pussy". Now you are going to tell me how you
created her diminutive waist, correct Count?"
Again, The Count could not repress a tickling smile. "Of course
Signorina," he bowed at the waist as if he was confirming a royal command
to do so.
"There are many ways to create such a waist, but I prefer the so called
"old fashion way". A way that is more like a custom or a tradition that
has been handed down from one generation to the next. A methodology that
reflects more than just a craft or science. It is, at it's very heart, a
true art form that is executed with both passion and love. And I might
add, like most things in life, it is based on simplicity itself."
"And what could be so simple as to produce such an outstanding result like
this?" Judith was zealously embracing the stout leather tube that had now
become Sabrina's entire waist line.
"A corset Signorina Judith. A simple leather corset." The Count was having
a little fun with Judith. He wanted her to know what it felt like to
desire something, someone, with all your heart, with all your soul, and
then be denied it. Like she was denying him her sweet affections.
"Oh come now my dear Count. How could something as delicious as this,"
again Judith's hands were moving around Sabrina's waist as if it were the
hard thick shaft of an excited man's cock, "be created with just a simple
corset. I don't believe you. So please, tell me true dear Count. Pretty
Please?"
Oh Judith was working hard to find out what The Count was dragging his
feet on. Including almost making a fatal error of calling him a liar,
which would no doubt wound his manly aristocratic pride to her detriment.
But she quickly tempered it's effect by saying it in coy, childish and
teasing way of a femme fatale with eyes just for him.
The Count furrowed his brow a bit and then gave one of his wicked
benevolent grins. He realized early on that sooner or later he would loose
this cat and mouse play on words to this arousing temptress. His vibrant
male hormones would no doubt one day be the ruin of him. So he walked over
to a nearby table and removed, from a long wooden box, a rolled up mass of
dark leather with countless black laces wrapped around it.
"Here it is Signorina Judith. It was her first of three leather corsets.
The third one she is wearing now under the leather tube."
Judith immediately took the object from The Count's hand. Her fanaticism
for wanting to know almost caused her to forget her manners. But again she
caught her error and thanked The Count profusely for his generosity in
sharing his ancient secrete.
Judith quickly unraveled the thing. The loose hanging twine like laces
swishing through the air like whips. When she had it all opened up, she
held it up to the light and just stared.
It was as The Count said, a simple leather corset. It was made from a
thick restricted leather that upon Judith's closer inspection was really
two layers that seemed sealed together. It had the proverbial standard
hour glass shape with it's many rigid stays spaced accurately throughout
it's entire length. And it was made like all corsets, in two pieces. One
side was connected to the other with laces through small metal grommets.
The other side had the standard front busk, mated pair, system of hooks
and eyes. There really was no outstanding difference in material or design
that Judith could see in the entire corset. Except for one.
"Count, what are these little slices in the corset for? They seem to play
some important part in it's function, but I cannot . . ."
"Those orange like slices are the heart of what makes that corset
different from all others. They are also the key in allowing one to
cultivate a pipe stem waist." The Count took the liberty of interrupting
Judith's sentence for expedience. The night was growing long and he was
down to his last cigarette as he lit it up.
Judith pulled the corset close to her for further inspection. She could
see a series of those slices ran all around the corset, both top and
bottom. They also ran strategically in-between each stay as well. And as
she examined a single slice at random she noticed that both it's edges had
little holes running down the length of it as if they were . . .
"Count Grido Corsini! You and your entire family are geniuses!" Judith's
haunting analytic mind found the answer at last.
The Count clicked his heels together and gave a quick formal nod of his
head as if accepting Judith's praising comment from his whole entire
family.
"It's a corset within a corset," exclaimed Judith as if she became
suddenly enlighten from seeing the obvious. "That's is what you meant by
being so simple. The slices are all along the sloping funnel-like part of
the corset, both above and below the waist. Once the main corset has been
laced up completely in the back, then each of the individual slices or
mini corsets can be laced up as well. But from the size of these holes,
the laces for these mini corsets must be very small in diameter."
"You are correct Signorina, very small indeed. And a special tool similar
to a surgeon's forceps is used to grip them and pull on them to the desire
tension."
"And as each slice is pulled together by it's tiny laces, more and more of
the gentle sloping funnel-like shape becomes acute until a pipe stem
center begins to form."
"Exactly Signorina! And with a change in a more severe corset, the pipe
stem appearance becomes even more prominent. It is only a matter of time
until one has developed what you see here before you, a perfectly
symmetrical tube waist. And in so doing, the renowned funnel-like area has
been reduced to nothing more than an abbreviated cradle-like support for
both ribs and pelvis."
"My goodness Count! I just realized what you meant by this being an art
form. One has to be incredibly meticulous in the lacing of these mini
corsets, both individually and together. Too much, too quickly, and the
girl might be damaged inside. And if the proper sequencing is not adhered
to, the entire symmetry may be effected. The knowledge and expertise must
take years to acquire. Now I truly see what you mean by it being a labor
of love."
The Count made a simple nod of his head in silence. A symbolic gesture of
thanks for understanding how much work and dedication actually went into
this bizarre art form.
Judith had to ask another question, in part, thinking that she already
knew the answer, but wanting to be sure. "With such a dramatic new shape
to the torso, does that mean flexibility is lost Count?"
"I'm afraid it is. That, and the fact that the corset must be worn all the
time now. The muscles in her back and abdomen have been reduced to a
fraction of what they once were through simple atrophy. So in order for
the corset to be removed, say for hygiene or any other purpose, Sabrina
must be supported from above, hanging from her arms. Then once the corset
is in place, her whole torso is basically fused together. She can no
longer twist or bend at the waist."
"Does that imply she is limited in other respects as well, given her other
enhancements? Even standing still must be very difficult for her."
The Count began shaking his head no even before Judith could finish her
question.
"Not at all Signorina. She just had to learn how to carry herself in a
different manner. With her bigger breasts, her center of gravity has
change. Thus, it requires her to compensate a little with her derriere by
projecting it out behind her as when she bends at the hips. Her walk too
had to change as well, but it did so for the better I might add. Instead
of preforming what you Americans call that blatant "bump and grind strut",
her walk is a bit more gentile. Since her whole torso is virtually one,
she is forced to sway and twist like a small branch in a gentle wind. For
example, as her left leg leads, her left hip follows with a slight sway to
the outside. This in turn results in an equally slight twist in the
opposite direction of her chest. Her body is then brought forward with her
weight shifting from her right foot to the projected left. Her right leg
is then moved forward, with a corresponding outer sway of her hip and a
slight twist in her chest from right to left. And given her rather
impressive chest, it is so very arousing to watch her swing her bosom so
seductively. I would show you Signorina, but to release Sabrina from her
display stand would take some time and it is getting quite late in the
evening." The Count then motioned with his hand indicating that he was
half way through his last cigarette.
Judith quickly looked to her watch and was surprised by the time. "You are
absolutely correct Count. I must apologize for keeping you so late."
The Count made a gestured indicating that for her it was no problem at
all.
Judith then turned her attention to Sabrina, walking directly in front of
her and looking straight into her evil wishing eyes. She took a moment to
contemplate how much the blackmailing girl had suffer at The Count's hand.
An act that made her smile. Then it was time for her to say her good-bye
to the girl.
"Well Sabrina, it looks like you got what you wanted after all."
The expression in Sabrina's eyes changed instantly. A wide eyed look of
confusion formed with just a hint of condemnation directed at Judith for
saying such a stupid thing.
"Oh no?" Judith did a mock surprised look of her own to go along with her
pretend concerned words. "But you did want to be transformed into a model,
I mean a "super model"!" Judith raised her voice and eyes with excitement
along with her hands in a flamboyant wave. Once more a fraudulent act to
make fun of the girl's life long dream.
Sabrina tried to audibly challenge Judith's idea of what she truly wanted,
but she was sucking on that damn dildoe far too hard to make even a moan.
Besides, it was already in direct contact with the back of her throat so
she had no choice but to remain silent in order not to illicit her gag
reflex. Something she had learned the hard way to do like everything else
The Count had taught her.
"But of course it is. That's why you, your "mother", and your stepfather
tried to blackmail Madame Rouso in the first place. You wanted it sooooo
much, to be a "super model" that you would do "ANYTHING" to get it,
"REMEMBER"?" Judith verbally highlighted those two words profoundly, which
cause Sabrina to lower her eyes, not in shame, but in disgust. Disgust
with herself for being so stupid in letting down her guard that resulted
in her being turned into a freak.
"There now, you do remember after all. And what's the big deal if there
was a small, tiny little change in plans. No real harm done, right?"
Immediately Sabrina looked back at Judith with an angry surprised look.
'How dare that bitch say there was no harm done. Just look at me! How
could I ever be a model now, let alone a super model.' Her thoughts of how
her life long dream had come crashing down around her hideous form brought
on a very sad expression in her eyes. A pair of eyes that released a
single tear from each.
"There, there, Sabrina. Why are you crying?" Judith took out her
handkerchief and wiped the wetness away. "Oh! Maybe you are crying because
you are so happy in how you look now and you just can't wait to get
started in your new career as a super model."
Once more that confused anger look was directed at Judith as if she had
totally lost her mind.
"Now I see your problem. You think that just because you look like some
super enhance blow up sex doll no one will want you as a model. Well, in a
way, I guess there is some of truth to that. All those famous fashion
companies and fashion magazines like Vogue and Elle probably would not
want you, looking the way you do and all. Which means the possibility of
you becoming a main stream super model of women's fashions along with the
possibility of becoming a movie star like all those other girls did is
seriously null and void." Judith paused at this point letting her words
really sink into Sabrina spirit. An assumption that was readily confirmed
by Judith wiping more tears from the girl's eyes.
"But cheer up girlfriend! You will still become a "super model" after all!
In fact, Madame Rouso has a list of people who can't wait to get a hold of
you for modelling their creative fashions."
Sabrina was looking at Judith completely dumbfounded.
"There was just a little change in direction that's all. Instead of
modeling for those boring, "normal", fancy places for the masses, you will
be parading your new and improved self before a slightly different, much
more restricted crowd of voyeurs. You will become a "super model" for the
kinky sector of society. And the rumor I heard is that you will be in
"great demand" throughout the world. Europe, Asia, South America,
Australia, Canada all across the globe, just like those mainstream models.
Soon you will be sashaying your sexy self down cat walks wearing the
latest and greatest of clothes made from tight leather, shiny PVC and hot
constricting rubber. I can just imagine all those prestigious photo
sessions from countless exclusive fetish and bondage companies wanting to
put your picture in their magazines wearing their kinky products. And then
there is the Internet. My Gosh, can you believe it! The World Wide Web!
Your picture will be seen by millions and millions, if not billions of
people! And there is more too, movies! Just imagine, the films, videos and
DVD's of you in action. You will become everyone's favorite Damsel in
Distress, a regular living breathing kinky sex doll. The possibilities are
endless! So you see Sabrina, you "WILL" become a super model after all.
Just, like, you, wanted!"
Judith gently stroked the side of the girl's sunken in cheek before
turning away and extending her arm out so The Count could help her back
down.
Sabrina's awestruck face just seemed to stare out into space. Her mind was
flooded with thoughts of what her life was going to be like. The pain and
humiliation of people using her like some perverted doll or mannequin. To
be dressed, to be bound and then forced to display their repulsive goods
at her expensive. And then to take pictures and movies of her looking like
some exotic kinky bimboe slut so in love with what she has become. It was
all so horrible and degrading just thinking about it let alone doing it.
All she wanted to do was to just die!
But then another thought crept into her mind, her mother. She would help
her. She would rescue her and put things to right. She would not let her
little girl be dressed and bound like some off the shelf kinky Barbie
doll. She would not let them publicly ridicule her to the whole world. She
knew her mother was a force to be reckon with, especially in unison with
her rich stepfather that Mama controlled like a puppet on a string.
"Madame Rouso will be so delighted with what you accomplished dear Count.
You Sir, are an artist of outstanding abilities." And in a regal manner
befitting The Count's aristocratic status, Judith bowed her head with
humbled humility and preformed a small curtsey.
The Count was so taken with Judith's remarkable show of respect for both
his position and for what his knowledge and talents had done with an once
upon a time normal human being that he immediately dropped his still good
cigarette to the ground. He then came to full attention as if before the
highest of government officials and he performed a most impressive bow in
kind to Judith.
Sabrina was watching it all with a renewed evil stare. She was in the
mitts of contemplating what she was going to do to them, all of them, once
her mother learned of what they did to her dear loving daughter. Then the
tide would change. Revenge would be hers, no mercy will be given and all
these kinky psychotic perverts will pay dearly for destroying her and her
life's dream forever.
The matched pair regained there more casual composure and resumed their
little chat about Sabrina.
"My staff and I will have to find just the right outfit for dear Sabrina
to wear when she is once again reunited with her mother at Madame Rouso's
estate. It's simply amazing Count. I just can not believe how dramatically
you changed her."
"Yes my dear Judith, I too find it uncanny to be able produce such effects
in such a short amount of time. But a good part of the credit should go to
Sabrina for being such a "willing" lump of clay."
The two smiled and chuckled for awhile, seeing the obvious pun in The
Counts biting humor. Then The Count added something that neither Judith
nor Sabrina was aware of.
"Just think Signorina Judith. The Signora's entire transformation, from
her ballerina like feet to her most pleasing oral cavity, can all be
reversed. That is of course if one wanted too."
'REVERSED!' Sabrina screamed in her mind as her furrowed brow and angry
eyes changed to hopeful anticipation. 'I can go back? I could be me again?
How? When? Tell me. Please, TELL ME!' Again her mind was full of anxious
shouts of joy.
"Reversed Count?" Judith too was surprised to hear that, but her reaction
was much more subdued. "Is such a thing truly possible? I mean given how
totally and extensive her transformation was. Would it be possible for her
to look the way she once did Count?"
"But of course Signorina. There is a drug, a kind of antidote if you will,
that will slowly negate the reaction of the enhancing oil and ointment. It
is also possible to reverse the stretched skin and to reconstitute the
atrophy muscles at the same time, given the proper massage and exercise
program of course. It certainly will not be an easy task though by any
means. And there is the requirement that the drug and recuperation program
begin within the next three months as well.
"Yes, it will be difficult, but given the proper dedication, I believe
Sabrina could go back to looking just as she did before in say . . . six
months to a year."
Sabrina closed her eyes and thanked the higher powers that be for giving
her a second chance at becoming her old self again. A few seconds later
her eyes slowly opened. There was a little twinkle of hope in them. For
now she could see on the horizon, not the possibility, but the probability
of a new future for her. One that still had her dream of becoming a super
model in it, and one that also had her reeking vengeance to all who did
her wrong. So wrapped up was Sabrina with her future course that she
barely gave heed to what Judith was now asking The Count.
"Why Three months Count?"
"The enhancing oil and ointment have an extra added component to it that
gives it a delayed maturation period. If the reversing process is not
started within three months, then full transformation back would not be
possible. And if delayed past nine months, then I am afraid the Signora
will have no possibility of going back at all. I will of course notify
Madame Rouso of all this information, as well as providing her with an
ample supply of the antidote to be used at her discretion."
The narrow window of opportunity did not bother Sabrina one bit. As long
as she could get back with her mother it will all work out. Together, come
hell or high water, they will figure out a way to get that antidote. Then
it will be her turn to determine the fate of other peoples lives.
"So will I be seeing you at Madame Rouso's party Count," Judith asked him
as she turned and began walking back to the door.
"I am sorry to say no. I have been away far too long for this time of
year. My family is anxious to see me again and I desire to celebrate the
holiday with them in my own home land."
They soon came to a stop a few feet from the door. Judith turned to take
one last look before leaving. She felt differently now. No longer was
there that awestruck erotic surprise when she first laid eyes on the girl.
Once she was able to really explore the girl, to touch her and find out
the how of it all, her burning curiosity had simmered down to a calming
repose.
It was like seeing a wonderful painting for the first time. There was the
initial shock of seeing something new and exciting. Then after the
insatiable desire to see and know more about it was appeased, one was able
to step back and really see the painting for what it was, a true work of
art by a highly skilled and created artist. And Sabrina had become just
that, by the hand of the artistic Count.
Even now, Judith could really appreciate the overall artistry that went
into creating such a creature. How each part blended into one another. To
make the whole much greater than the sum of it's individually enhanced
parts. And not one part was pronounce enough to subtract from any of the
others. Not from her long sleek shapely legs made even more so with her
feet forced up on point, all the way up to her long flowing blonde hair
sprouting like a fountain from the black leather band binding it together
on the top of her head. It was all proportion and symmetry. And it all
seemed to flow from those three black bands.
One could not help having their eyes drawn straight to that first black
band. A four inch black leather belt, which surrounded that incredibly
small tube-like waist. A man made creation that stood in sharp contrast to
that which was below and above it. The direction one looked first was
based solely on the individual. A choice cultivated by many years of
sexual obsession, or fetishism.
Those with an over active libido would quickly peer downward. There they
would find a "super pussy" that boggled the mind. Way bigger than anything
one could have imagined. It's fleshy lips were literally engulfing the
thick phallus that was invading it's deep vacuous gullet. Size did not
matter, for the super pussy had been trained to appease any man with the
desire to seek ecstasy there in.
And for those with a particular fetish for breasts of a corpulent nature,
a quick look upwards would make them shiver with eager anticipation. Both
of them were beautiful and flawless in all ways possible. Size, shape,
projection, nipples, the whole symbolic edifice of pure pendulous female
sexuality was right there in all it's glory. It was truly life imitating
art in how they transcended the male mental fantasy of the erotic female
into becoming unbelievable reality. They made one want to rub and buried
their faces in their vast silky smooth skin. To suck and nibble on those
thumb size nipples until the cows come home. And to grasp and kneed their
malleable soft flesh like a baker making bread.
'Oh yes', Judith thought to herself 'the first band did well in drawing
one's attention to it and then using it to separate the two proverbial
rutting male icons. Both enhanced to the exotic level of the sublime. And
the same could be said for the next black band as well. That's is if one
should just happen to look upwards pass those two monumental beacons of
feminine virtue and see that dark piece of leather surrounding the girl's
tender swam like neck.
That very noticeable three inch leather collar was not all that
interesting of and by itself. It's thick foreboding blackness and snug
grip about the girl's pale neck was meant more to catch the eye and then
redirect it upwards to another bizarre expression of the human art form.
This time the viewing effect left one with a mixture of feelings. If one
looked hard, they could see the soft angelic features of a pure angel.
Big, blue, emotionally full eyes above a slightly turned up pixie nose,
and skin as immaculate and delicate as a rose pedal. Of course one had to
look hard for those wholesome features because the obvious was staring at
them right in the face.
It was based on a reoccurring theme, another pair of giant red robust lips
surrounding the tail end of what was once a huge male shaped phallus. It
was very surreal in a way, like a Salvadore Daly painting. Here was a very
pretty girl with very feminine features and she now had a mouth that was
totally out of proportion to the rest of her face. And the way that big
mouth was depicted, with it's sunken in cheeks, it just had to be symbolic
of something sexual. It took Judith several minutes of intense
contemplation to come up with the answer.
It was the Madonna and Whore divergence. The mixture of feelings that many
men had when their sexy girlfriends became their respected wives, and
mothers. It was all right there in the girl's face. Although in this work
of art, with it's commanding presents of that enormous phallus sucking
mouth, one is left with the feeling that the Whore held the top anointed
position over the Madonna.
Then once more, the wondering eye was caught by another black band. A much
smaller one this time both in circumference and height. An indication that
the tour was just about over now. It was a simple two inch wide black hair
band holding the girl's shiny blonde hair on top of her head. Her
beautiful hair funnelling up and then arching over itself back down, as if
redirecting the person's gaze back from which it came.
'She truly is a magnificent work of art' Judith said to herself.
Judith could see how the girl's enhancements were actually symbols working
on different levels. On the one hand they reflected society's limited view
as to what it means to be female. Mouth, breasts, waist, pussy, legs, it
was all there like a grocery list. The out right tangible symbols of
beauty and femininity taking center stage for all to see, mockingly so.
And then, on the other hand, those enhanced features were simply what they
were, a fetish lover's wet dream. Objects that produce an immediate
Pavlovian sexual response upon those viewing them, nothing more. They were
also objects that a smart girl could take full advantage of, if she wanted
to make a lot of money that is.
'Now there's a thought,' Judith said to herself. 'A very interesting turn
of events in the making. The "exploitee" turning the tables on the
"exploiter".'
But that area was all up to Madame Rouso. Right now, her and The Count's
tasks were basically done. All she needed to do was to dress the girl and
deliver her to Madame's estate on the night of her Xmas party. Something
that Judith almost forgot about too, as in her two bald headed soon to be
ponygirls currently being processed. She still needed to look in on them
before retiring for the night.
Judith then turned her attention back to The Count. She extended her hand
out in a gesture of good will, thanking him for all he had done and to say
good-bye.
The Count saw it as something else however.
He took Judith's hand in his and pulled her close. His other hand followed
suit wrapping it's self around her feminine waist and drawing her
inescapably tight against him. His determined eyes were focused on hers
and his whole body began to pulse with a great undulating need.
Judith quickly placed her arms and hands hard up against The Count's
chest. She could feel her strength being slowly drained away by his. She
tried not to look into those beautiful sexy eyes of his, knowing that if
she did, she would easily fall prey to the same animal magnetism that was
attracting him to her. But one fatal glimpse was all it took. For she too
felt the rekindling of her erotic craving rising inside.
His hand, now feel of hers, went around her like a snake. It slithered up
her back until she could feel his fingers gently massage the back of her
neck.
His touch was electrifying to her soul. Any resistance she had, any last
bastion of moral virtue fueled by common sense, was set off to the side
like an old worn out shoe.
Closer and closer his eyes came to hers. His eager tender lips following
right behind. She did not turn away when she felt his hot breath upon her
excited skin. And when his passion laden lips met hers, she welcomed them
without hesitation, adding a little French of her own in their dance of
oral copulation.
Time and space disappeared. Nothing mattered any more. The present was
everything. And what they felt while in one another's arms was nothing
short of hot burning lust.
But women are made different than men. Even though they too are prone to
the weakness of the flesh, their arousing uphill climb is much gentler
than their male counter parts. So when that first passionate kiss finally
did end, Judith took the initiative.
"Count, we mustn't, it isn't right, to your wife, to your family . . . "
The Count simply placed one finger over Judith's lips and said in a soft
warm voice. "I know my dear Judith, I know. But it is the season after
all." And with that he took his finger off her lips and pointed it
straight up.
Judith, confused, but yet trusting, followed said arrow with her eyes
skyward. Once she saw what The Count was pointing to, she immediately knew
what he meant by "'Tis the Season".
She was the first to laugh out loud. She had one of those infectious
laughs too when she really let go. A laugh that would cause anyone hearing
it to smile and laugh along with her. The Count, in all his regal
aristocracy, did as well.
It wasn't long before they were both laughing, standing separately and
just enjoying the moment. It was amazing what laughter could do to
distinguish the flames of passion.
"Mistletoe my dear Count" Judith asked in a happy voice.
"I knew one way or another, I was going to kiss you Signorina Judith. Or
as you Americans put it so eloquently, 'By hook or by crook!'"
Again the two laugh most freely. The tension that was once, was now gone.
Again, Judith extended her hand out in thankful good-byes. This time The
Count took it in his, brought it to his lips and kissed it with friendship
and respect.
"Good-bye my dear Signorina. May your holiday be full of joy and
happiness."
"And may your trip home be safe and your time with your family and friends
be full of prosperity and love."
And with that Judith exited the room, but not without blowing Sabrina a
tender heartfelt kiss.
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Part 6 coming soon, really!
See how the pierced, bald and soon to be ponygirls get tucked in for the
night.
Stay tune!
