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 with open staring eyes. 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
Christmas. 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,
directed solely upon Judith.

Judith could only faintly feel The Count's amorous interest in her. All
those warm, exciting and romantic feelings, that she once had for the suave
and sexy Italian aristocrat, were being quickly washed away, and in their
place, was the heart pounding excitement of a kinky predator for a
helpless prey.

Whatever depraved, animal-like urges that 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 the 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.

So she 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 change 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 his 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. A conscious oversight on his part perhaps.

Judith simply smiled back, and politely declined his offer, for a second
time. 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 that 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 him 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 that 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
where 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 were 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 in 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 grill was. He then took a deep breath of
clean fresh air, and began his talk, with complete professionalism.

"What you see there Signorina, 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 that 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's 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 guessed three, maybe three and a 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 were 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 a unique art
form, displayed in our women, and, as an accomplish technique, handed down
from one generation to the next. However, 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 even, 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 that 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 raised 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, such 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 rest of
the 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, that 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 that 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 that he would 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
heel came in contact with the floor. How to carry that step up her leg, and
into her pelvis, so that 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 that they twisted ever so slightly, thus causing one's
eyes to focus on her robust, glaring bosom, as they swayed so seductively."

"I am amazed my dear Count, at how much emphasis that 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 the other. 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 her lowest, 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 also pushing out her chest. The heels on her shoes were
slowly increased, so that 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 added to her ensemble, so her steps would become
short, dainty, and more lady like. And the most interesting component of
all of these ongoing augmentations, was that our dear Sabrina accepted each
and every one, without a single complaint."

Judith could not help but to look back at The Count with great suspicion,
after hearing that last unbelievable comment.

"Without a single one, not one, not even the faintest retort about being
squeezed, stretched, twisted or any other physical oppression 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 that she brought to my attention, I was able to dispel
them in very 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 presence. 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 that 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 of her life she had learned how to
read and use people to her advantage. An art form she had learned all too
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 that during the summer break. Together the evil duo concocted
a detailed 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 new, and quite wealthy,
stepfather. Which necessitated bringing him into the equation as well. But
that was the easy part, for her mother had her stepfather wrapped around
her 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 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 expound 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 receptive to Judith's
heighten state, to the point 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 then 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 it too, Count?" Judith certainly didn't 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 wider."

"It sounds as though there was an awful lot of discomfort in that 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 therefore more than willing to
tolerate the minor discomfort, for the sake of infinite 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 puff, 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. With her weight and waist being
reduced, her corsets were slowly being modified as well. They were
becoming increasingly longer and tighter for her, and made from a heavier
more restrictive material, like thick leather."

"Her shoes became more foreboding, as the heels grew higher and higher. The
leather that surrounded her foot began to extended up her foot, and over
her ankle. Then up even more, to over her calf, and up to her knee, and
finally all the way up her leg, to the beginning of her hip. Just like
her corsets, they too were laced up tightly, with stays running through
their entire length, to mold her legs into looking long, sleek and very
shapely."

"Her shoulder harness was expanded, and integrated into her corset, so that
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 even a fraction of an
inch."

"I also added a pair of gloves, to make her feel more conscious of her
hands, to make them 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 ending up with a heavy leather, with very
little flexibility. They too grew in length, from just above the wrists, to
her elbows and finally they were the full length of long opera gloves."

"At this point, I told her that by hiding her elbows a little behind her
back, that 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 sewn into her gloves, both at her elbows, and
her wrists. I used them to tether her arms, 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 of a 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 beauty, as an
exotic slut, 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 was made only from leather. In short
order, it took on the appearance of a hobble skirt, with the single cut
out in back for 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 to her shoes. When all she
could do to breathe, was to take small rapid breaths, because her integrated
corset and body harness were much too tight for her, she "told" him in no
uncertain terms to stop this instant! When her mouth was stretched to the
point that she thought her jaws would dislocate or that 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 with 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 heeled shoes quickly became on-point
ones, with long thin spiked heels. I had been training her feet at night,
while she slept, prior to their use. I have a little device called a foot
stretcher, which is another old world technology."

"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 placed both over
the top of her foot, and 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 normal
stiletto heels, with the on-point ones, and then train her to walk in them.
I made it a point that the Signora walk in them, in the exact same manner
that she had learned, when she wore a normal pair of elegant woman's heels
as well."

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 all of the time, 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 are
then injected into the muscles that make up the calves. 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 at a time. Be it the standard down the back type with arms bonded
to one another, as if they were one. Or the rare, and infamous, back
prayer position, with her forearms up along her spine, between her shoulder
blades, her elbows touching, and her hands even with her collar. This is what
I meant by "more" flexibility Signorina 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 that she wore. I replaced them with
rigid, thumbless leather mittens, the same type as 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 that it would be impossible for her to sign her
name anymore, 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 that 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 and 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 sewn
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 thumbless mittens that
I used, also have a set of "D" rings attached to it's finger tips. It is a
simple matter of connecting them to the ring in her collar, with a short
leather strap or chain."

"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 these 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
than 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 in that sort of thing, Signorina Judith." The Count gave her a
rather salacious grin, 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 kiss
her, with all the passion that a famished man could have for a most
desirable woman, but he was immediately greeted with Judith's asking him,
both in 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 displayed. 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 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 saw nothing unique to spark her interest. Nothing that she had
not seen many times before, in the many young women whom 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 saw that wide eyed smiling look before. She had seen it in all
those young men, who had been captivated by her normal, but above average,
bosom, more so than her beautiful smile or charming personality. With such
guys who saw her only as a sex object, she would usually rebuff them with her
caustic wit, or simply by walking away, leaving them with a single thought,
"Ass hole!". But in her current state of being, she could neither walk away
nor accost anyone with insulting verbiage. Both options, like many other
things, had been taken away from her by The Count.

Judith was in awe of 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 eyes.
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 thought, 'they could not possibly be real.' But hard as she
tried, she could not see a single indication that they were man made in any
way. And she certainly 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, testing the way that they responded. In a way, they seemed to be
even better than real, if there were such a thing. And she knew all too well
that Sabrina never had such a big perfect bosoms 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 secret."

The Count lingered in silence, before responding to Judith's eager desire
to know all his tricks of the trade. It was 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, seem
much more youthful, although not miraculously so. But in greater amounts,
and in combination with my own 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 breasts, and causes them to stretch inside of it. This
stretching, in kind, enhances the effects of the ointment on the breast as
well. The breast massage 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. Thus it is a true art form, but one that can
be learned in a short time. 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 handful 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 those 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, people and culture that makes them, where the secret
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 Christmas 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 had been, when her corset training caused her
breasts to grow into a very bountiful "C's" overnight. And then 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, she had the most beautiful and flawless
pair of breasts that she had ever seen, and they felt fantastic too(!),
as if her erotic sensitivity was raised to another level. Even her nipples
seemed to have a life of their own, as they became erect at just the
slightest of touch.

It wasn't long after that when she was awakened 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 down prone on her back, strapped down, her limbs
useless, her 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 throughout the night, while she slept. It was the device
that forced her to sleep on her stomach from now 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 snuggly 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 placed over each breast, along with the
corresponding nipple stretching bells. It's full, rounded rims were placed in
direct contact with her chest at the base of each of her breasts. 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 the spheres.

And that's how she slept. All night long, and each and every night 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 easily see that her breasts were
growing. Soon her overflowing "C" size breasts had become a very impressive
"D's", 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 now had the girth of her little finger.
Another hardware change brought on another change in size, and they became
very full "E's".

She progressed through four more changes of hardware, her breasts going to
"EE", then to "F", then to "FF" and finally ending up at the size that they
were now, "G". In spite of the enormous size of her breasts, they were indeed
very firm, firmer than her barely "C" cup sized breasts had been. Just like
her breasts, her nipples too, and grown thicker and longer, and were now as
thick as The Count's thumb and as long as her middle finger, when fully
aroused, while only as thick and as long as her own thumb, when not aroused.

She was forced to watch and experience the whole ghastly treatment, as if
having 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, begging him to stop, "Please Stop!" But once the routine
was set into motion, there was nothing that 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 damned thing, virtually 24 hours a day, her breast augmentation didn't
seem to matter any more. Her whole body was changing now, being molded,
enhanced, constricted, and stretched, and in her eyes, she was being horribly
disfigured. 'Where would it all end' she kept asking herself. She didn't know
back then, but she knew now.

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 that she, took 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 enraged white whale from the calm sea. Then, for a moment, at
their zenith, they remained there, in full, majestic magnificence. An
awesome site of power, and 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 quivered 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 larger than life breasts, 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, who so fascinated and excited her to
no end, was throwing her libido into overdrive. But her mind was just as
active, if not more. Her insatiable curiosity was peeked, and she wanted,
no, she needed to know more. Nothing was going to be missed.

Her interest was soon drawn away from Sabrina's perfect breasts 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, leaving the girl completely helpless. A quick glance upward 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 at 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 that 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
now, 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
full results of those 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 had been injected in too few spots. She
figured it was a result of a poor application technique, and not the oil
itself. As she carefully inspected Sabrina's fleshy lips, she could not see
any kind of clumping effect at all. Although it was difficult to tell
accurately with that big thing in her mouth.

"If you wish Signorina, you can remove the dildo from her mouth, and see
the results much better." The Count offered.

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 dildo. But try as she might, she just could not find a
latch, a knob, a crank or any other type of attachment that kept the brute
sized dildo firmly inside the girl's mouth. She did notice though that the
girl's cheeks were sunken in, as if she were 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 like wasn't there.
'Could the girl be doing this of her own free will,' again the question
made Judith pause for thought.

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 couldn't 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 dildo and began to pull. It was moving!
Not just the dildo, but Sabrina's lips as well. Judith must have pulled
the dildo back a good three inches, before noticing that only about one
inch of the dildo 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 dildo just to see if what she thought was indeed true.

The dildo 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 dildo out from it's succulent warm haven. The more she
pulled it, out the more she could see that the dildo was more in line with
that of a male penis, with it's heavy veined shaft, and uniquely shaped
head, than a straight forward sleek dildo. When the furrow, that lied just
behind the head, began to appear, she started moving the dildo 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 her bright red lip gloss helped some, as a lubricant.
But the fluid motion that seemed 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 dildo, when she would move it from one corner of
the girl's mouth to the other. And the strangest part was, that the girl's
lips were still covering the entire head of that very manly phallus, all of
the time that she was doing it.

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, cock sucking adventure, that he would always 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 of the dildo 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
lover's smooch.

Sabrina immediately exercised her mouth, and swallowed whatever saliva that
was left from harboring that perverted monstrosity for so long.

Judith watched 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's 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 saw 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 momentarily distracted by watching your
adept manipulation of the dildo, 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 out. I used it to train the Signora to hold that dildo 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
dildo were going to slip out, it sends a signal to this box, and then the
box here sends a signal to her other dildos 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 might 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 exceptional talent in oral sex, was really a fair trade off,
all things considered.

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 that 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 dildos, that The Count had 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 dildo touched the soft wet pucker, the
dildo 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 had just happened. She then came to the conclusion that given
the day in and day out training, of keeping that dildo in her mouth with
suction alone, Sabrina had no doubt cultivated 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 dildo
came to rest in virtually the exact same position that it started out in.
"Amazing, simply amazing," Judith whispered, so that 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, dildo sticking out
from the girl's pussy.

"Yes Signorina, that one, 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 however, is regrettably not available for
inspection. It is currently being used to hold the Signora on her stand."

Judith took a quick look behind the girl, to see what The Count was
referring to. All she could see was a polished chrome pipe running up from
the floor, 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 buttocks
were, 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 apple, 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 to it. But to satisfy a deep
need building up within her, she did give one gorgeous 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 that 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 of Judith. It was a dark
craving for more. A perverted, sadistic lust to cause pain, and reap
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
dildo 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, as the rest of the girl's
modifications had. A pussy with a large dildo in it was something that
Judith was not all that unfamiliar with. Not until she thought about it a
little more.

With such a large dildo being used, she expected that what remained outside
of it, would dominate the entire area, but it hadn'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 had been 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 girl's spread legs, and lower
abdominal area, that the difference in size really stood out.

Judith began touching Sabrina's pussy all around the firmly implanted
dildo. 'It had to be like the mouth and lips', she thought, 'stretched
and pumped up.' Her finger gently stroked the puffed up areas, 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 dildo,
one would expect her lips to be spread tautly, and for them to be 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 said, as he 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 her 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 the object from her "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
dildo 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 dildo, in the same way that she looked at the one in her
mouth, for any outward signs, that might indicate that it was locked in by
some lever, crank or inflation device. But again she saw 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 dildo.
She stopped for a second and thought that Sabrina might be dry inside.
Maybe the friction between the dildo 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 rather to try and twist it out
slowly, and it was working! But as the dildo was extruding itself from
the hole, Judith could see that the dildo was in fact, well lubricated.
'So why is this darn thing so hard to pull out' she asked herself, while
she continued to pull and twist, while putting a little more effort into it.

Judith soon found that the dildo was another one of those imitation man's
penises. It was similar to the one in Sabrina's mouth, except that 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
noticeable "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 at
the hole from which it came, and expected to see a gaping, vacuous hole in
it's wake, but to her surprise, all she saw 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 'Well, 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 back to the dildo 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 worded phrase,
"Exactly Signorina!"

The Count, in all of his old world mystical ways, had taught Sabrina how to
voluntarily control her vaginal 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 then pumped up with fatty oil,
was really one that was stretched, pumped 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 had forced
Sabrina to go through. Day after day, night after night, stretching her
pussy, exercising her pussy, and stretching it and exercising it even more,
until finally he was able to produce the final results that she was baring
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 fully 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 secret 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 the phallus back from where it had come. She placed the tip of the
conical head at the fold of her 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 closed
whenever "she" wanted. A slightly undesirable, and overlooked 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 mere 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 upon revenge, but one of twinkling delight, that
reflected a much sought after satisfaction.

Judith smirked at 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, 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 so from what
she saw in Sabrina's eyes. That happy bright eyed look of optimism, had
become glazed over, as if her eyes were welling up with tears. It wouldn't
be long now.

The coup 'd eta 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, while two tears rolled 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 then 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 sink 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 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 fashioned 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 outstanding result like
this?" Judith said, as she was zealously embracing the stout leather tube,
that now circled 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 her 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 that 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, had 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 secret.

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 had said, a simple leather corset. It was made from a
thick, restrictive leather, that upon her closer inspection, was really
two layers that somehow seemed sealed together. It had the proverbial
standard hour glass shape, with it's many rigid stays, spaced accurately
throughout it's entire length. 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, and a 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 expediency. 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 Guido Corsini! You, and your entire family, are geniuses!" she
exclaimed, as her haunting analytical mind found the answer at last.

The Count clicked his heels together, and gave a quick formal nod of his
head, as if accepting her praising comment from himself, and his whole
entire family tree.

"It's a corset within a corset!" Judith exclaimed, as if she had suddenly
became enlightened from seeing the obvious. "That's is what you meant, by
it 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 achieve
the desired 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. 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
changed. Thus, it requires her to compensate a little with her derriere, by
projecting it out behind her, for instance, 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 piece now. 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 by 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 gesture indicating that for her it was no problem at all.

Judith then turned her attention back 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 suffered, at The Count's
hands. An act that made her smile. Then it was time for her to say her
good-bye for the night 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 said, with a mock surprised look of her own to go along with
her pretended concerned words. "But you did want to be transformed into a
model, I mean a "super model"!" as  she finished, she 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 dildo 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 initiate her gag
reflex. Something that 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
caused 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 up 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 and angry 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 enhanced blow up sex doll, that 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 modeling 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 group, a much more
restricted crowd of voyeurs. You will become a "super model" for the kinky
sector of society. And the rumor that 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
clothing made from tight leather, shiny PVC and hot constricting rubber. I
can just imagine all those prestigious photo sessions with 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! Then 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 that The Count could help her back down.

Sabrina's awestruck face just seemed to stare out into space. Her mind was
flooded with the 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
dress her up, to bind her and then force her to display their repulsive goods
at her expensive. Then they would take pictures and make movies of her looking
like some exotic, kinky, bimbo 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 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 reckoned 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 have 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 a 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 midst
of contemplating what she was going to do to them, all of them, once her
mother learned about what they had done to her dear, loving daughter. Then
the tide would change. Revenge would be hers, no mercy would be given, and
all of these kinky, psychotic perverts would pay dearly, for destroying her
and her life-long dream forever.

The matched pair regained their 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 have 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 to."

'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
atrophied 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
all 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 wreaking 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
would have no possibility of going back at all. I will of course notify
Madame Rouso of all of 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 would all be worked out. Together,
come hell or high water, they would figure out a way to get that antidote.
Then it would be her turn to determine the fate of other people's 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, but no. I have been away far too long for this time of
year. My family is anxious to see me again, and for me 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, as there had been 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 creative 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 so pronounced, that it subtracted from any of
the other parts. 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 proportioned and in 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 wasp-like waist. A man made creation, that stood in sharp contrast to
that which was below it and above it. The direction one looked next, 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
that one could have imagined. It's fleshy lips were literally engulfing the
thick phallus that was invading it's deep, wet passage. Size did not
matter, for the super pussy had been trained to satisfy any man with the
desire to seek ecstasy down there.

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 every way possible, size, shape,
projection, nipples, the whole symbolic edifice of pure pendulous female
sexuality was right there, in all it's "natural" glory. It was truly life
imitating art, in how they transcended the male mental fantasy of the erotic
female, into becoming an unbelievable reality. They made one want to rub and
bury their faces in their vast silky smooth skin. To suck and nibble on those
thumb sized nipples, until the cows came home. To grasp and kneed the
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 is if one
should just happen to look upwards, past those two monumental beacons of
femininity, and see that dark piece of leather surrounding the girl's
tender swan-like neck.

That very noticeable three inch leather collar was not all that
interesting in and of 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 Salvador Dali painting. Here was a very
pretty girl, with very feminine features, but 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, combined 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
mother to their children. It was all right there in the girl's face. Although
in this work of art, with the commanding presence of that enormous phallic
sucking mouth, one is left with the feeling that the Whore held the top
anointed position over the Madonna one.

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 funneling up, and then arching over itself back down, as if redirecting
the person's gaze back from where it had come.

'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, and 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
task was basically finished. All she needed to do was to dress the girl
and deliver her to Madame's estate, on the night of her Christmas party.
Something that Judith almost forgot about too, as in two bald headed, soon
to be pony girls, 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 that 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 off of hers, and 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 that 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, and 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 of her lips and pointed it
straight up.

Judith, confused, but yet trusting, followed said arrow with her eyes
upwards. 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 so 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 laughed most freely. The tension that was once there, 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 in 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 pony girls get tucked in for the
night.

Stay tune!