Tis the Season

Sheila watched in excited surprise while her boss gleefully greeted and gesture said English gentleman into the room. She knew little of the old man, who her mentor called Sir Winfred, other than his reputation. But within seconds of being introduced to him she could readily see that one part of this most highly regarded man's persona lived up to it's notoriety. He definitely was one jolly old soul.

As the happy cavorting pair slowly walked down the center aisle, Sheila told the escorting french maid that her services were no longer needed. The maid with her ever present painted on smiling lips over a bulging packed mouth preformed her ritual curtsy before a superior, turned and left. The echo of her stiletto heels complimenting nicely the sway of her petticoat fanny as she minced down the hallway and on her way to her next subservient duty.

After the door was closed, Sheila turned and saw the mixed couple still in a boisterous conversation as they stood casually at the end of the aisle. They were so into one another lives that they were completely oblivious to the two fetching french maids standing off to the side of them. The well trained maids continued to stand at attention, holding their serving trays motionless in front of them and both as silent as church mouses.

Even the two soon to be ponygirls, looking like erotic pale statues and making the faintest of lamentations over the loss of their precious long feminine locks, did not catch their fascination. They just kept on talking and laughing, so pleased in hearing the favorable developments in one another's life.

Then the topic of business came to light and their generous gaiety was slowly replaced by a less informal and more sobering atmosphere. That's when Sheila moved in closer to these two successful business types to try and hear what they were saying.

They were talking about their stock and trade now. Sir Winfred lightly bragging at how, even in retirement, he was still up to his pure white whiskers in having far too much work to do for an old man in the golden years of his life. And then he thanked Judith most profusely and gentlemanly like for all that she had done for him in the past. For providing him with good quality merchandise like leather hardnesses and bridles at the drop of his dapper looking bowler hat. Not to mention for being an excellent source for well obedient slaves to which he meticulously transformed into becoming his legendary top rated ponygirls. Ponygirls that brought them both amazing profits from Judith's underground auction block.

Then Sheila heard her boss reply most hospitably in kind to Sir Winfred, culminating with a gentle stroke of her delicate hand upon the side of his snowny white bearded face. Something that made the old boy rise up on his toes and brought a health glow to his now rosy red cheeks.

Right after that was when her boss asked the happy old man for a favor. And that's when the entire mood suddenly changed.

"My Dear Madame!" the old man exclaimed with surprise upon hearing Judith's request. He then turned his amazed eyes to his left, where a bristle headed Heidi remained on full captivating display. His well experienced gaze ran back and forth over every inch of this female creature. The result of which, was easy to read in his face. He saw nothing but a common, every day, run of the mill animal, of the human persuasion. An totally unconditioned female slave who was unrealistically earmarked for a role "it" had not in the least bit been trained for.

He began shaking his head in quiet disbelief at what Judith wanted him to do. Then he made an abrupt about face and gave another intense learned scan at the other inductee into this fantasy project of his lady friend and business partner. Again he saw nothing of promise, let alone substance, to change his mind. The pair of shackled female beasts were so unbelievably mismatched for what was to be expected of them that he thought it was all just a farce, a simple joke played on him as a weird expression of America humor. But when he turned his now happy expression back to Judith, after realizing that it was all a play of comedy, the look he received back from her foretold a story not of comedy, but one of tragedy.

"My dear Ms. Davenport, your request of me must certainly be a rouse. Surely you cannot believe, nay, even remotely hope that such an important undertaking could possibly be accomplished in the time allowed? Especially with these two inexplicably low quality ragged a-muffins here."

Heidi and Katie both had the same mixed feeling when they heard the old man degrade them in such a way. Part of them was happy that they were not good enough to be used for something so debasing and humiliating as ponygirls. But another part of them felt unexplainably angered. They knew they had above averaged full womanly bodies and did their best to keep them that way. So to be rejected on just some simple quick look-see of their bodies by some snobbish old English fart made then feel very antagonistic. Even though the put down was really in their best interest.

"I am very sorry to say this Sir Winfred, but alas, it is true." Judith did her best to the play the part of a distressed female. And is so doing she was setting the stage that she hoped would make Sir Winfred take over the girl's overnight transformation.

"But, but, my dear Lady. Look what you have here to work with." Sir Winfred turned to Katie and began making cruel factual remarks as to how unfit she was for the anointed position of becoming one of his renowned ponygirls. And to make his point even more self evident he began poking Katie with the end of his tightly bound umbrella.

"You see here Madame, in her flanks and hind quarters." Katie began yelling in a most aggressive way through her gag from being jabbed over and over again in the thighs and hips by this obnoxious and arrogant old English bob.

"And here too Madame." Sir Winfred whipped himself about face again. His umbrella flying through the air making a distinct whistling sound until it came to land with full force with a resounding crisp loud smack across the butt cheeks of Heidi.

"MMMMMMMFF!" Shrieked Heidi when she felt the excruciating pain that resulted from such an unexpected act of abuse upon her beautiful womanly derriere. A shocking pain so intense that it seemed to burn right through her continued agonizing soul.

"You see my dear Lady, nothing but fat! Very little muscle development at all. And not nearly enough for these two misshapen creatures to pull a mer flower cart, let alone a sleigh loaded with packages."

"Yes, I do see what you mean Sir Winfred. But with all due respects the sleigh that they will be pulling will be modified to have rollers under it. Which means their burden as draft horses will be practically nonexistent. So their role will be delegated to that akin to show ponies then to work horses."

"Show ponies!" Sir Winfred was again taken aback, more so now with this second surprise.

"My dear, dear Madame. You can't be serious. You just have to agree with me when I say that these two girls don't have the least bit of physical attractiveness to be show ponies."

The bound girls wrinkled their brows, tighten their fists and made a token effort to escape their degrading naked captivity upon hearing that priceless gem of wisdom commenting on their "lack" of physical appeal. Granted they were not the model types, but they were certainly not homely, plain or down right butt ugly either. They were above average cute college girls in the prime of their lives. And if the truth be known, in great demand by many a handsome guy who caught their seductive feminine curves and youthful fresh care free attitude on campus. They most certainly "did" have appeal, and their female form was not lacking in the least with regards to sexual attractiveness either. No matter what this pontificating English blow hard's opinion was.

"Just look at them Ms. Davenport. Their hip to waist ratio is totally out of control. And look at the shape of their spine. Hardly any curve to it what so ever. How are they suppose to project their chest out with pride and sensuality with such deplorable posture like that? They are simple a mess Ms. Davenport. Something I would never touch for all the tea in China my dear Lady."

The girls began twitching their bodies anxiously trying to get free. They wanted to tell this so-so English expert a thing or two about what a blatant asshole he really was. More so than they wanted to escape there impending humiliation.

Judith sighed upon hearing what her friend had said. Not from what his words meant about the girls, which was true, but as part of her act as a poor lost female in dire need of help. She knew the power inherited in being a fair damsel in distress, especially in what it did to the male psyche. So she was playing it up to the hilt. It was do or die time for her secrete agenda to come to fruit.

"Yes Sir Winfred, I can see your point on that subject too. But what am I going to do?" Judith raised her right hand to her eye as if to wipe a tear that was about to run down her cheek.

Sheila was totally surprised at what she saw. Never had she seen her boss and mentor look so helpless and out of control before. Each and every time she worked with Ms. Davenport she always, ALWAYS, had the courage of her convictions and the will to see a job through no matter what the cost. But now . . .

Sir Winfred took a moment. He was all set on walking out and leaving Judith to work out her problems. But he just could not bring himself to leave a friend in need. A very good looking and cultured womanly friend at that. So being your standard soft hearted male with a superior ego to solve any problem at hand, he made the following proposal.

"I have a suggestion Ms. Davenport. What if I flew in two of my very own ponygirls for you to use. They will look perfect and perform for you just like first class ponygirls should. And if I make the call tonight, they can be here all harness and ready to go by the end of the day tomorrow. I believe that will solve your problem dear Lady."

Judith had her hook in him now. With his suggestion to her, she knew he felt compassion and empathy for her situation. All she had to do now was to set the hook and real him in. And she knew exactly how to do it too.

"Oh you are such a dear, dear, sweet man Sir Winfred." She brushed the side of his face with her hand letting her finger tinkle him a bit under his full chin just behind his beard. An act that brought a bashful smile to his face and made his cheeks turn crimson red again.

"But Madame Rouso so wanted these particular two to draw her sleigh. And I would surely disappoint her to no end if I substituted another pair, even if they were of such a prized pair of ponygirls as yours would no doubt be. I fear that my path is set in stone now Sir Winfred. And I have no choice but to make due with what I have. Even though they are what they are, substandard and beyond all hope."

The smile of Sir Winfred's face quickly disappeared as did the color in his cheeks.

"Madame Rouso?" His soft voice questioned. "You didn't tell me that Madame Rouso wanted these two, and only these two, explicitly, Ms. Davenport."

"Oh, I am sorry Sir Winfred. They are going to be used for Madame Rouso's party that you are invited to. She is going to ride them into the party in a grand entrance."

There was a hushed silence that permeated the room now. A silence that only the lightly straining sounds of the bound and displayed girls made any dent in.

Sir Winfred began staring at Heidi, but not really seeing her. He did so for a few seconds that seemed like hours to Judith as she waited eagerly for the response that was only moments away now. She knew that Sir Winfred had a childhood crush on Madame Rouso and practically do anything for her to get her attention. So by dropping her name like she did she was actually setting the hook she had on him.

"All right Ms. Davenport." Sir Winfred said in a solid voice that stood the test of time. "I'll do it. But on two conditions," he added in the same bold tone that reflected the British virtue of perseverance until the task was done.

Judith looked at him steadfast. His words told her that she had succeeded in her goal and all that remained was some non-consequential formalities, the proverbial few loose ends to be tie up if you. To which she knew was the hall mark of all properly raised English Gentlemen.

"Anything Sir Winfred!" Judith uttered with her elated eyes focused squarely on his.

"I will make these two "grossly" less than desirable creatures into the best ponygirls I can, But! I must have and I further more "DEMAND" complete autonomy. I will do it my way and "only" my way. My word on any issue is the final word. Agreed?"

"Of course Sir Winfred." Judith said it with as much assurance as she could. She did not like the idea that she would have no say in this project. But given that it was Sir Winfred who was in charge, she knew the results would be most acceptable.

"The second condition is that I need a liaison. I need someone to act as a buffer between myself and what I need from your people. I do not wish to spend my precious time and energy hunting down people or dealing with certain attitudes that what I want is impossible. I want what I want and when I want it! All my time and effort will have to go into these two pitiful female's transformation, and I will have very little left for the natural fanfair of politicing my needs. So, I will need an inbetween person to listen to what I want and then go out and get it! Agreed?"

Judith had to think about this one. Not that she couldn't fulfil Sir Winfred's wishes, but who would be capable of dealing with such a creative man as he and his eccentricities at times in a most diplomatic way. She new how dogmatic and inpatient he could be sometimes, not unlike her when she was in the thick of artistic creation. Thus after thinking for a few minutes she finally came up with one able body person perfect for the job.

"Agreed Sir Winfred! And if you find her acceptable, I would be pleased to present to you your liaison. Sheila here is my very own assistant and more than capable of performing the task you have planned for her. I vouch for her myself. To her tenacity, to her high regard for authority and to her over all love of the genera."

Sheila was stunned to hear what her boss and mentor just said about her. And it took her a good minute for her to break out of her trace like high from being presented like that to a person who she also admired from afar. Then she took two steps forward to where she was now standing right next to her famed teacher and to where Sir Winfred could see her in all her glory.

But Sir Winfred was not one to accept token praise on anyone's word only. Thus he gave Sheila an once going over with his critical eye and expressionless face before turning his gaze back to Judith. "She will be acceptable", was all he said.

"Now if you would be so kind to get me a coat rack, I can begin." And with that Sir Winfred took his bowler hat and placed it on the head of Katie. An act that covered the vast majority of her head going down to about an inch past her ears. The shiny satin like material that lined the inside cap rested sedately on the minute hairs that still remained on top of her head while the front velvety smooth brim was peached passively upon the tip of her petite nose. The only thing Katie could see from looking down over her cheeks was a small piece of floor and some light that came from under the brim of the hat.

The next thing Katie felt was some sort of heavy cloth being draped over her back such that some of it hung over on both of her sides. She reasoned that it must have been the old man's coat that he placed attentively over her back like it was.

'Why bother getting a coat rack when you could use me for one!' Katie said to herself in a sarcastic tone that only her mind could hear. Then her disgruntled feeling turned to one of alarm when she felt a pair of rough hands begin to spread her butt cheeks apart, followed by a stick like thing being worked in between them and along it's natural vertical delineation. Finally, she felt her butt cheeks being released. It took her only a moment to realize that the crack of her ass was now being used to hold Sir Winfred's umbrella in place.

Katie had to fight back the tears in how humiliated she felt in being used like some common piece of furniture. A feeling that was made all the more worst because of her darken solitude caused by the oversize hat. But she still had the use of her ears, all be it even her hearing had been dampen down a bit due to the same damn hat. But if she concentrated really hard and listen very carefully she could still make out a good deal as to what was going on around her. The first of which was the voice of Ms. Davenport speaking on the phone.

"Trixie, send a coat rack to the preparation room. Good, thank you. The coat rack will be here in a few minutes Sir Winfred. In the mean time, would you care to look at what Madame Rouso wanted in her ponygirls as well as some ideas I had too?" Judith was eager to show her friend and business partner some of her ideas. For to receive some positive feedback from such a well know entity in the genera of ponygirls would definitely feed her ego. Something everyone could use now and then.

"Of course my dear." The old man began walking around the work station while at the same time rolling up his sleeves ready to get started as soon as possible.

Sheila too was in motion. Except she was walking in the opposite direction of her new mentor and teacher. She had just made some adjustments to the control mechanisms that held Heidi's right leg in place. Before, Heidi was on all fours with both her legs firmly clamped to the table. Now, her right leg was raised off the table an appreciable distance by those same two clamps until she looked like a male dog about to urinate on the side of a tree. A position that was not at all comfortable or dignified for poor Heidi.

Sheila then walked over to the maid who had the clippers on her tray and removed a coffee cup with a stubby wooden handle sticking out of it. She grasped the handle and began using it to vigorously mix the contents inside it. It didn't take long before the right consistency was created and Sheila removed the stubby handled brush from the shaving mug and began smearing the white foamy contents all over Heidi's pubic hairs.

Heidi could feel the warmth of the lather being spread so delicately by the soft bristle brush all over her pussy. An act that made her feel both sensuously aroused and thoroughly degraded. She tried her best to move away or disown her increasing erotic sensitivity, but she was nothing more than captured prey now. She was totally unable to escape the mechanical grasp that held her firmly to the table and her leg in the air, or to stop the experienced advances of a merciless hungry lesbian at her hedonistic task either.

And it was very hard for Sheila too. Her eager mind wanted to absorb everything that Ms. Davenport was telling Sir Winfred. About how she planned on using the girls own hair to make their pony tails with. What she had in mind for a body harness to keep the girls arms folded on top of one another behind their backs, wrist to elbows. And the type of bridles and bits she thought might work best on them. But Sheila's lusting urges wanted equal time as well. She was about to shave the crotch hairs of a very good looking young woman. A bound, unwilling woman at that, something that excited her lesbian cravings and dominating desires to no end. It was lucky for both Heidi and Sheila that a safety razor was on the serving tray instead of a straight razor else a nick or two would be hard pressed from happening. And as the first long slow cut was made on the farthest edge of the snow white covered mound, a soft, barely heard, whimpering sound accompanied every inch of it in it's delightful feminine controlled travel.

The shaving process, as well as the background conversation, went on for several minutes. Long, emotionally agonizing minutes for Heidi, and Sheila too. Being the mounted and display artifact of kinky perverted lust that Heidi was, she could do nothing to counteract her totally forced upon subjugated situation. Nothing saved one. To keep from responding erotically to the sexual stimulation of her female barber. It wasn't the warmth of shaving cream or the feel of the safety razor slowly be moved up and down and all around her pussy area that made it so tuff for her, although they were of some notable concern. It was the feel of that damn girl's fingers as they glided around the same path the razor plowed through when checking for a good clean cut. The way they lingered in certain spots, up and down her labia lips and around her clitoral hood, gathering some creamy foam in the process and just touching her there, so gently, around and around and around, feeling for the faintest of hairs and only finding smooth sensitive skin in the process. That is what made it all so distressing for poor aroused Heidi.

For Sheila, it was the inability of being in two places at one time. Her spirit longed to be there, right in the thick of it with her two mentors as Judith discussed in detail the up coming transformation. While at the same time she had to make sure she did an excellent job in shaving the girl's pussy. A task that was not without it's own interesting appeal. And if it wasn't for this, on going tactile sensation that was literally driving Sheila up the wall with entranced fascination, then that first look at a beautiful, youthful, denude pussy that beckon her to play with it was a major distraction on it's own.

But when Sheila made the final pass with a soft damp towel to remove the last bit of white foam from the newly revealed feminine symbol of pure erotic glory, she did feel a little sad in the process.

Just the opposite of what Heidi felt. That insatiable inciting hand was gone. So now she could stop fighting the constant building urge to give in to the desires of the flesh and let those erotic feelings slowly dissipate from her being.

As Heidi glided effortless down from one intense emotional state, another was waiting patiently for her in the wings, embarrassment. She was positioned like a dog taking a piss so as to display her newly hairless pussy to anyone wishing to take a good long look. So how could she not feel the face burning mark of complete humiliation. But before the one could be replaced by the other, "fear" took center stage in her conscious awareness.

For what she thought was the end of her denigrate journey, that there was nothing they could do to her to make her feel any worst then she already did, she discovered a new depth to her turmoil. And it started as soon as Sheila began brushing more of that sweet smelling shaving cream upon the top of her head.

Heidi closed her distraught eyes in disbelief. 'How could they be so cruel' she thought to herself. It was one thing to have her long beautiful hair cut down to the very nubs like a shone sheep, but to have whatever hopeful prospects scalped clean off until her head looked like a shiny billiard ball was beyond human reason to accept. But Heidi was so done in by what she had experienced so far that all she had left in her was a single tear that ran down the side of her cheek. It was a simple act of quiet respect to the lost of something that she held so near and dear to her pretty feminine heart.

Sheila was too busy trying to catch a peek at what was being transpired on the other side of the work station for her to take much interest in Heidi's tear of woe. In fact, when she did see it, she simply wiped it off with the side of her hand without any regard to how much emotional misery was contained inside it. Again she was too busy with the task at hand, and shaving the girl's head was just that, a task. Sheila had little sexual interest in creating a bald headed female. Oh it had it's amusing qualities and all. It even gave her a little boost to her dominating spirit to be the instrument of the girl's dehumanization. But for all practical purpose, it was nothing more than a job. But a job to do well never-the-less!

When Sheila had Heidi's head all lathered up, she looked like she was wearing some kind of weird white lumpy scull cap. And she was made to look all the more funny by having two foamy lines now right where her eyebrows where. Those same two eyebrows that Heidi spent the longest time trimming, contouring and shaping until they gave her the perfect look that she wanted, all nice and symmetrical. But they didn't last long. For they were the first to go. Two quick swipes with the safety razor and those two expressive ached brows were no more. Only boring barren skin remained behind.

Sheila had just started on Heidi's head when she heard Ms. Davenports voice in a louder tone reflecting a conversation that was coming to an end.

"And I believe that's about it Sir Winfred." Again Judith was eager to hear what the experienced old man had to say, which up to now was nothing but a series of grunts and nods of the head. He simply took it all in without hardly a single comment.

"I see. Well my dear you do have some very good ideas. But again, I must reiterate, I must have the final say in how these girls are to be made over. No one else."

Judith seen it in his eyes, even though his words said otherwise. It was just his way that's all. And at his age, and with his reputation, very little stood in his way of getting what he wanted. Not that he was a conceited egomaniac with delusions of grandeur. It was simply that he thought of himself as an artist and what he did to young women as an expression of that art. Not much difference from her own way of thinking in a way.

They were both two highly gifted and talented people who chosen a certain off-center media to practice their unique artistry in. Where her artform was varied and broad, his was focused and detailed. Opposite faces of the same coin with curious personalities destine to never share the same lime light. And since she was the one in need of help, she decided that discretion was the better part of valor. She will accepted whatever Sir Winfred came up with. After all, too many cooks can spoil the broth.

"Of course Sir Winfred. Whatever you wish to do will be fine with me", she said with a gentle smile. "Feel free to use my terminal for whatever you wish and you have Sheila here to do your bidding. I'll be dropping by late to see how things are progressing and if you needed anything out of the ordinary. And with that my dear friend, I bid you good luck." Judith then extended her hand out in good will.

Sir Winfred took her hand in his and warmly embraced it with his other before saying, "Don't worry my dear. I will make them into the finest ponygirls humanly possible. A prized pair that you and Madame Rouso will be proud of."

Judith returned Sir Winfred's tender gesture with an affectionate caress of her hand on the side of his cheek. Then she parted his company.

Sir Winfred took a seat at the terminal while Judith walked around to where Sheila was briskly shaving the tiny hairs off the soon to be ponygirl's shiny bald head.

"Sheila," Judith said in a hush voice not wishing to disturb her friend who was already working hard at the keyboard. "You have a wonderful opportunity before you. Do what he says, but learn as much as you can. He is a Master at his trade and you can learn a lot from him in only a short time."

"Yes Ma'am." Sheila said with a hint of added nervousness to her already excited state.

"Don't worry dear, you will do fine. Just do what Sir Winfred asks of you and take good care of Jasmine and . . . My goodness! We completely forgot to name the other one. Well, I leave that up to you dear. See you in a little while. Good luck. OH! You are doing an excellent job in shaving her Sheila. This one really has a nice pussy with all that nasty hair gone. I hope Sir Winfred gives due consideration to showing it off." Judith then gave Sheila a little hug and headed out. She was so confident in the combined abilities of both Sir Winfred and Sheila that she exited the room without taking a second look.

Judith's mind was already on the next item on her virtual enless list of people to see as soon as was outside the door. She was walking down the same corridor as before and when she arrived at the foyer she was a bit startled to see that Trixie wasn't there. In fact, if it wasn't for the cleaning crew, the foyer itself would have been completely deserted. She took a quick look at her watch and seen that it was well into the evening. Way beyond the normal work day, even for those few dedicated souls who put in a few more hours because they loved it so. But she knew there would be one certain person left around, working feverishly into the dark hours of the night. So she made a quick mental change in her itinerary and put The Count at the heard of her list for tonight.

Judith could never forget such a fine and attractive gentleman as The Count. He was a tall devilishly handsome man with dark piercing eyes and rich wavy black hair with just a touch of gray at the temples. There was many a time that Judith yearned to run her fingers through that luscious dense mane of his as a prelude to a night of hot wanton passion. Only to have said fantasy dissolve into nothingness in the light of rational thought as to who he really was.

He was Count Guido Corsini, a man descended of royal Italian ancestry. A highly educated man, of culture, social importance and financial wealth. He also had a voice and mannerism that made Judith's heart melt like butter on a hot grill. But if the obvious class difference was not enough to keep Judith's hands out of the aristocrat's cookie jar, then the fact that he was married sure did. Married to a rich and powerful wife who was known to deal unkindly with women who dared take even a slightest nibble of what was hers and hers alone. But it was the fantasy of what one could not have, or dare have with dyer consequences, that always made the dream so tantalizing and mouth watering to contemplate.

A warm feeling began coursing through her body when she remembered their first meeting. It was a few months back when Madame Rouso introduced him to her at Madame's estate. Back then, it appeared that Madame had a bit of a delicate problem of sorts, to which The Count was going to be the solution thereof. And once Judith found out what The Count's "interesting hobby" was and how he was going to use it to solve Madame Rouso's problem, Judith could not volunteer her services fast enough. It was the mixture of his suave Italian charm and his "interesting hobby" that really captured Judith's attention that one fateful evening.

So, since Judith had an extensive underground work shop with everything The Count could ask for, including secured concealment, it was a natural choice by all three that the "special project" be carried out in the catacombs of Judith's lair. A decision that immediately gave Judith erotic goose bumps.

However, when Madame Rouso took Judith off to the side to explain to her the ramification of dealing with The Count in anything other than a business manner, Judith had a sudden change of heart. Even Madame Rouso had a healthy respect for a powerful woman moved to madness out of jealous rage. Something she had to learn to hard way a long time ago.

The news was a bitter pill for Judith to take, especially when she had to deal with The Count's natural Italian ways on a regular bases. But she seen the entire event as a kind of test for herself. A test of inner self control and her integrity as a woman who respected the institution of marriage and of another woman's property, sort of speak. Even though that certain property in question came to her always impeccably dressed in fine Italian silk suits that displayed his strapping manly build in the most flattering way possible. And who wore expensive cologne that instinctively made her nostril flare with raw, unbridled, animal cravings.

Oh it was going to be a difficult test for her all right. That's why she seen to it that her daily itinerary was full of things to do, places to go and people to see. This way she could keep her distance from this romantic Casanova without a problem manifesting itself from a period of instant weakness on her part. There was also the fact that he was on European time, which meant he did most of his work at night, when she and most of her staff were out of his seducing influence. Thus, the vast majority of their communications was delegated to disembodied phone messages and matter of fact e-mail. Something Judith could easily deal with.

And now, with the passage of time, The Count's special project had come to an end. The unveiling was to be at the same time and place as the Christmas party, at Madame's home. Although it would not be the main event.

Judith was so busy for the last couple of months that she never physically checked on The Count's progress. But she was anxious to see how it all came out now. Never had she seen such an artist at work. It was amazing what that man could do with just a simple corset.

So Judith began her walk to another hallway that was dedicated to her research and development staff. She had to take small mincing steps because the ever vigilant cleaning staff was well into making the floor, walls and furniture all spotlessly clean and their equipment was all over the place. They seemed to be the same cleaning crew that came in to clean her future ponygirls earlier, or so she thought. Given the fact that their unique distinguishing features as viable human beings were now obliterated by their tight head to toe rubber maids uniforms, it was impossible to tell if they really were the same ones or not. And considering that there were three more of them now, the natural assumption would be that they were a different group of generic work units this time. Either way, Judith successfully traversed the obstacle course and was well on her way down the hall to her much anticipated meeting with The Count.

It only took a few seconds after rounding a corner when she heard some faint music playing. The more she walked on, the louder it got. When she reached the first door on the left she knew it was coming from the other side. She stood silent and listened closely to the tune. It sounded very familiar to her. A few seconds later, after she reached way back in the achieves of her mind, she discovered the answer. She smiled big and wide as her head and body began moving to the beat of the Bee Gees "Stay'n Alive".

She turned the knob, flung open the door and began dancing her happy self straight into the room. She was momentary blinded by the mixture of darkness and flashing light, but it wasn't enough to keep her from enjoying herself. It was like a flash back for her. Back to the time when disco was king and practically every night club in town was pumping out that hot grinding beat to dance floors loaded with young, sweaty, sexy bodies.

Judith had just about lost herself in the loud driving sound and sparkling darkness when the music suddenly came to a stop. Followed by the room being flooded with lights.

"Ms. Davenport?" a young male voice questioned in a surprise shocked tone. "We, ummmm, we . . . we were just trying her out to see how, ummmm, to see if it worked and all. If we knew you were coming, we, we would have prepared for you, much better, really!" The male voice was a bit taken off guard. He was a young man, fairly knew, someone's cousin or nephew perhaps. Someone with a knack or the smarts to get things done the way Judith wanted certain human "things" done.

"Oh Harry, don't worry about it. It's fantastic just as it is. You couldn't have presented your project in a more appropriate light then you did right now. I am really, honestly, impressed with the results you reached. Can you lower her down so I can get a better look at it?"

"Of course Ms. Davenport! Right away Ma'am." The young man in his long white lab coat and his same dressed associate, an equally youthful looking young woman who was dancing with him prior to Judith's appearance, were quickly moving around almost bumping into one another trying to fulfill their boss's request.

As the large shiny bauble was lowered from the ceiling Judith could not help but be all smiles. For your standard mirror covered ball used in lounges and dance clubs everywhere was in fact a young woman. She was placed in a kind of hanging hogtie and covered with small pieces of mirrored glass.

It was a last minute order from her friend Fransoir in Paris. He wanted something special to celebrate Christmas and New Year's Eve with for his club. So he sent over Wanda, a very tall well endowed black woman. She was to be the clay if you will, from which Judith's creative staff were to mold her into an eye catching ornament for his club.

Wanda thought she knew what to expect when she boarded that plane in Paris, unencumbered and happy as a lark. She knew she was to be fitted with some sort of extravagant costume here in the United States. Then later, when she was back in Paris, she was to wear it and model it for her boss and all the patrons at his club come Christmas and New Year's Eve. A combined task that she was going to be paid a good sum of money for. But it wasn't until she felt the beginning effects of a sedative hidden in her drink while waiting in a room upstairs in the boutique that she began to feel that not all was explained to her like she thought it was.

At that point the glittering object ceased it's downward path and remained hanging at about waist high. There was no discernable movement that could be seen except for a gentle sway that embodied the entire contorted silhouette.

"Amazing work Harry!" Judith said with intense fascination as she began walking around the living ornament. "You and your team deserve a lot of credit for creating such a wonderful object in such a short time."

The young couple began to smile now as their once worried looks were dismissed away with that last positive comment.

"Thank you Ms. Davenport!" These happy words, and it's feminine echo, were all that broke the silence of the room that was once bursting with sound.

"Is she still conscious? Or just drugged and sleeping? She seems so still and quiet." The face of Judith turned to one of puzzlement when she could not make hide nor hair out of the condition of the sizeable young woman inside.

The young man reached for a small palm size monitor and then took it to show Judith.

"She's alive and well Ms. Davenport. And she's very much awake. See here on the screen."

Judith looked at it and saw an outline of a female in Wanda's position on the screen. It had various points of interest and marks all over it's body as well as some basic information regarding heart rate, respiration, blood pressure, etc, at the very bottom. It told her that the girl was alive all right, but that's all.

"How do you know that she isn't asleep or unconscious with that thing?" Judith turned her eyes to the young Harry now.

"Right here Ms. Davenport, in the upper left hand corner. This small light is green indicating that she is awake. If it were brown then she would be asleep." For Harry, what his monitor told him was all he needed to know. However, what he saw in Judith's eyes was anything but assurance that what he was showing her was actually so. So he decided to prove his point.

"Here Ms. Davenport, I'll show you." And with that the two moved to the head part of the object.

The entire object, in it's current configuration, was quite large. But than Wanda was quite a big woman. Not in girth mind you, like one would see in a jolly old Santa Claus. Wanda was big in other ways, none of which subtracted one little bit from her arousing female form.

Wanda was and is a tall young woman. Standing some six feet one in her bare feet. She was also a lanky girl with long sinuous arms, and shapely legs that seem to go on for miles. And she was big in the chest and butt area too, enhanced more so, visually, by her contrasting narrow waist. All of these unique, way above average, feminine attributes added tremendously to her now unusual pretzel like appearance. Wanda was just what the doctor order all right, or at least what Fransoir had sent them.

Judith watch on with focused curiosity as Harry manipulated a couple of small hidden latches to remove the face covering. The face covering was nothing more than a piece of black plastic like substance molded to fit Wanda's delicate feminine features on the inside while blending those features into an almost featureless form on the outside, which was covered by many small mirrors.

As soon as the covering was off Judith could see that Wanda was awake. Her big beautiful dark expressive eyes began to blink and squint as they slowly became accustomed to the full brightness of the light. Then they focused on the two people that were in front of her. She had seen the male many times, but the female she only seen once before. Before, when she was a viable human being in pleasant conversation with her, instead of this thing of distort physical torment forced into complete immobility and silence.

"I must admit Ms. Davenport, I am somewhat worried by the way she looks. I mean, I know her position is causing her a little discomfort, but it's nothing her body can't handle. I examined her before hand, extensively, to see if she could handle what we had in mind. I found her quite limber and more than capable of remaining in this position for a considerably long period. So I am a bit surprise to see her looking like this whenever I take the mask off."

Judith formed a knowing smile in response to this young and inexperienced member of her staff before telling him what it meant.

"Oh my dear Harry. That is not a look of physical distress. It is an expression of complete disillusionment and beckoning mercy. Obviously she was never told the truth as to how extensive her costume was to be or for how long she is to wear it. That forlorn look of betrayal and hopelessness is a common one around here. You will see it often as well as a few more types as your career and education with us continues. It is nothing to worry about though. Besides, worrying will give you wrinkles and that will make your young manly face less attractive to the girls around here." Judith nudged him in the arm while giving the eye over to his young female assistant.

Harry grinned while his faced turned a deep red from embarrassment. Judith smiled a little wider with an excited little twinkle in her eye from being aroused by Harry's child like innocences. And Wanda, she shed a tear when her eyes closed in forsaken helplessness.

"Now Harry, tell me what you did to her. I am fascinated as to how you got her so well formed into position and kept her like this without a single movement or utterance on her part."

Wanda slowly opened her eyes with keen awareness. There was a large gap in her consciousness as to how she got this way. And maybe, just maybe, the information she learned could help her in possibly escaping her current plight. If not now, then soon. Real soon!

"Of course Ms. Davenport. Well, ummm, as you know, once the girl lost conscious, from the sedative in her tea, we immediately brought her down here to the lab on a gurney."

'I am under the boutique, like in the basement of some sorts where there is this science lab or something like that.' Wanda thought to herself as her eyes moved back and forth in their sockets trying to take as much of the surrounding area in as possible. Knowing that she was under the boutique gave her a sense of familiarity and hope. Once she was free from her confinement it shouldn't be too hard to find a stairway to the first floor and then freedom. Again, she listened closely as she began to feel a little optimism begin to percolate into her otherwise hopeless spirit.

"And in the lab we removed all her clothes and threw them away."

'No! Not my clothes. Not my beautiful expensive pants suit and sexy underwear, all the way from France. Do they have any idea how hard it is to find good clothes, stylish cloths, to fit a tall busty woman like myself. Now when I escape I'll have to wear something that won't fit me at all and probably make me look stupid wearing it when I call for help. Damn them!' Wanda was angry, but not a single sound could be heard of it. All that could be seen was the furrowing of her brow. Something that Harry picked up right away, but remembering what Ms. Davenport told him, he completely ignored it.

"Then I gave her a through physical exam, checking her vita signs, flexibility and orifices for size for when we tubed her. Oh, and Dana here," he smiled when he looked over to his ever present female assistant, "she began the process of removing the girl's body hair. All of it, including her pubic hair and the hair on top of her head. And as you can see, even her eye brows as well. All gone, and then her skin was treated with chemical to keep it hairless for the next six months."

'They did WHAT?' Wanda could not believe what she just heard. She was physically violated as much as any woman could be. She was stripped nake against her will. Examined in some kind of perverted doctor's examination without her consent. Then, every last one of her luscious black hairs taken from her as if she was infected with an army of lice. And now she was forced to remain hairless like a plucked chicken for the next SIX WHOLE MONTHS! Where in the hell was she? Who are these sick people? And what did he say about "tubing her"?

"As you can see from her face, the tubes going up her nose reach all the way down and into her stomach. These are the feeding tubes. We used one of the liquid food concentrates created by your staff as a means of forced feeding her. A simple large syringe is used to inject the green slurry straight into her belly. It doesn't taste very good, but it is loaded with everything her body needs to stay healthy. We figured she only needs to be feed once a day, given her restricted existence."

'Feeding tubes! How long am I expected to stay like this?'

"The tube you see there hanging free inside her open mouth is for her breathing. It goes down her throat, pass her larynx and ends just above where the main bronchial tube splits in two for each of her lungs. The breathing tube is the reason she is unable to make any sound. No air is allowed passed the voice box, thus no sound. Also, we placed a molded solid rubber insert, a kind of custom fitted wedge if you will, into her mouth and fastened it around her teeth to keep her mouth open and her lower jaw in place. This prevents her from trying to gnaw at the breathing tube that runs right through the middle of it. We knew we would have a drooling problem with her mouth rigged up like this. So we asked one of your doctors what we can do. He recommend that we add a small quantity of a special drug to her food that keeps her from salivating so much. It doesn't dry her out completely. It just keeps her mouth slightly moist without the excess. Which will make the removal of said items fairly simple. Whenever that might be."

'Oh my gosh! Are these people CRAZY! A breathing tube? Mouth guard? I can't even move my tongue let alone my jaw. I feel like a lab rat in a mad scientist nightmare! This is so extreme! This can't be happening to me! It just CAN'T!'

"Her derriere is similarly tubed with an inflatable bladder used to secure it in place via the sphincter opening. The bladder seals it up very well indeed as we tested it out by giving her several colonics to clean her out while she was asleep. And since her food was developed for maximum absorption into her system, there should be practically no waste problem. But just in case, we installed a removable cap on the end of the tube that is wedged and hidden between he butt cheeks, if the need arrives to flush her out again, say if the customer wishes to keep this way for any real extended period of time. Again, her urethrae was handled in much the same way except we figured she would have to be drained once a day though. Probably at the same time she is feed."

'WHAT! No wonder my bung hole feels like someone shoved a fence post up it. And what did he mean by "an extended period of time"? I was being paid to model "a costume" for two separate days ONLY!'

"Her pussy area is equipped with a deluxe vibrating dildoe on command. But we also used that same dildoe to house a central process unit for data collection of all the sensors on her body and as an antennae to send said data via radio waves to this hand held remote control unit. And to make it a little more enjoyable for both the customer and the girl we added a little vibrating sensor that sticks right over her clitoral hood."

"How do you control them from the hand unit Harry?" Up to now Judith had been an avid listener. The human engineering part always captured her attention. But as soon as Harry mention a way to stimulate the girl's sex button, she had to take a more active role in this kinky tour.

"Just push here and here, and then turn this clockwise like so and then . . . ."

"Oh Look! Did you see how wide the girl's eye went when I increased her clit massager?"

"Yes I did Ms. Davenport! And if you look at the readings on the monitor you can see how it is effecting the rest of her body as well."

"Oh this is such a wonderful toy. I know Fransoir is just going to love it!" Judith took a quick look at her watch and decided to cut her fun time short. She handed the unit back to Harry and then pointed to the face mask that was still in his hand.

"Ok Harry, tell me about this substance you use on her to keep her in this impressive position. It doesn't seem familiar to me."

Wanda was slowly coming down from her instant skyrocketing surge emanating from the most private and sensitive part of her body. It took her by complete surprise when it happened and it was so intense that her total awareness was focused in that one monumental wave of sexual arousal that captured her entire being. A wave that she had no recourse but to ride to it's natural end. An end that was sadly absent of an orgasm though, to her further torment.

"The material is something Dana and I have been working on for quite awhile and only now had a good chance to show off. It's a hybrid of sorts and comes in a form similar to gelatinous paint. It goes on thick with a stiff brush where it then automatically reaches it's own uniform thickness of about an eighth of an inch. As it dries it takes on the thread like cross hatching matrix of a tightly weaved cloth. The more it dries the harder it becomes until it sets up completely and is twice as hard and regid as fiberglass. In fact, it's basically a form of fiberglass without all the messy and smelly multi-step hassles. And it is very bio friendly too, which means it can be used right over bare skin, just like with this girl. The tiny web like structure allows the skin to breathe through it and won't stick to it either. So all we had to do was to put the girl in a hogtie via attaching her wrists and ankle cuffs to a length of bar behind her back. Pull up on the bar until she was in the desired spread knees and arched ball like shape while still letting the vast majority of her body weight rest on her belly. And then began coating her with the substance. We thought black was a good mute background color for the desired effect. Once her main torso and limbs were covered and the substance hardened, we removed the cuffs and finished up with her feet, hands, stomach and head. When all that was done, we began the arduous task of gluing the mirrors to her carapace shell. We used small round mirrors because they maintained a uniform consistency even around the many sharp curving surfaces of her body and thus the intergerty of her full womanly form was still maintained. The final step was to attach a more fashionable brass rod to her wrists and ankles again so she could be mounted to a ceiling hook or some permanent hoist mechanism."

"Amazing Harry! But would not her stressed physical condition cause circulation problems? I know you checked her for flexibility and such, but still, if she is to be like this for any length of time, then that is going to be a problem, correct?"

Wanda mentally echoed the older woman's concern as she could begin to feel a certain discomfort in her muscles and limbs from being stretched so un- naturally. Again she tried to use her strength to break free form her insect in amber like situation. But again nothing happened. Not even a little nudge, sway or give of her hard as nails and unyielding second skin.

"Ah yes! Good question Ms. Davenport. You see here, on the display, the outline of the girl and all these dark lights at discrete area's on her body?"

"Yes"

"These are a combination of micro sensors and electrode stimulators. They not only send information about the girl's body to the central processing unit stuck in her pussy, but they also send out mild electrical shocks when they turn yellow. The shock stimulates the underlying muscles to prevent atrophy from setting in and it also helps keep the blood moving along so no fluid builds up in any one place."

"My goodness Harry, you and Dana have thought of everything. Well done my dears, Well Done!"

Wanda simply could not believe her ears. It seemed like everything and anything that could be done to her was done. Everything to keep her alive and in a healthy state of being was under THEIR control. She could do nothing! She was unable to escape, to move, not even her little toe, because THEY wanted her to remain fixed in position like some double jointed circus acrobat who could fly from the air with the greatest of easy. She had to eat what THEY gave her, and when. She could not speak, yell or even make the slightest of sounds to communicate her wants or needs to THEM like any normal human being could. She couldn't even do the most private and personal of tasks like expel her own waste without THEM first removing a plug so she could.

She was nothing but a totally controlled object to be used for someone's cruel and perverted pleasure. And that someone was the man in Paris. The man who she trusted. Who promised her everything under the sun, but told her nothing but lies. He told her whatever she wanted to hear to get her to come here and be fitted for something fantastic and beautiful. Something that was going to make her the center of attention at his night club. Something so exotic and wonderful that people will come from all around to see her and lust after her as she displayed herself for all to see on both Christmas and New Years Eve. Oh how she was suckered into this. And when she get's out of this mirrored cocoon, Fransoir will pay dearly for his betrayal of her loyalty. But THEY never said when that would be.

"So when will she be able to go Harry?"

Harry looked over at Dana and they both began to make facial expressions back and forth as if they were communicating in some secrete code. It only lasted for a few seconds before Harry quickly answered Judith's question.

"Tonight Ms. Davenport. The crate that she will be packed in is currently being assembled as I speak. The girl has already been given an extra helping of food concentrate so she will be well feed for the day or so journey. The deluxe dildoe has a power pack in it that automatically recharges itself from the electrochemical gradient created from when her pussy juices flow around the metal of the dildoe. Which means that if the power level runs below a certain threshold, the unit begins stimulating her pussy area to orgasm. The longer she remains aroused the more recharging is done. Thus her orgasm will be delayed as long as possible until the unit is fully charged. We calculated that the cycle will repeat itself once every six hours and last for at least thirty to forty five minutes."

"Once again Harry, you and your Lady friend have surprised me with your creative inventiveness. Well Done!"

Wanda too was surprised from what she heard. 'With a long delayed orgasm every six hours, what will that do to me when I'm finally able to get out of here?'

As both Harry and Judith walked back over to the head area of the sparkling human shaped ornament for him to put the mirrored cover mast back on, Judith asked one more question.

"Harry, how long?" as she pointed to the concern looking face of the black girl trapped inside the ingenious commercial entertainment object.

Harry took a moment to look at the girl's face. He did not see the emotional turmoil in her eyes, for he was in deep concentration as if trying to figure out a mathematical equation.

"Well, our preliminary tests show that the fiberglass material will not break down for at least six months, and then only slowly taking up to a year before it begins to crack seriously. But this project was designed for what the customer wanted, and that was for about a week."

'Oh my god! I am going to be held captive in this thing for a week! Damn it Fransoir! I'm gonna kick your ass all over France when I get out of here!'

"But then again. Considering all the parameters as to how extensive the entire enclosure is. I mean, it's practically an environmental suit. The true weakest link is in how long the food concentrate will last. And in relation to that I got a little carried away in having it made for us, which means I made a little more than was needed."

'Oh no. Not more than a week. Please, no more than two weeks. It can't be more than two weeks. If it's more than two weeks and all those delayed orgasm's and body shocks, I'll be nothing more than a twitching sex craved crazy person when I get out. Please, oh PLEASE, not more than two weeks!'

"And since we have no use for the excess. We will just ship it all to the customer. A kind of extra bonus if you will."

"Yes I see, but how long Harry"

"Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Davenport. It should last about two . . ." A loud buzzed sounded, which was to notify anyone in the outer lab that the phone was ringing in the inner office. It also made it hard for Judith to hear the ending of Harry's answer. But Wanda thought she heard correctly and to her overwhelming elation.

'Oh thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU! I know the next two weeks will be hard and all. But I can do it. I know I can! Then my dear Fransoir, then . . .'

"Was that two weeks Harry?" Judith asked her young staff member to make sure she heard correctly.

"Oh no Ms. Davenport, two months."

And then Harry replaced the mask over the horrified staring eyes of the girl. He fastened the four hidden latches to hold the mirror cover hard piece of black modified fiberglass in place.

Wanda's entire world was focused into what she could hear and see now. And even that, her sight, was severely limited by the two small one way mirrors that were placed directly in front of her eyes giving her a dim tunnel view of everything. The only other stimulus to her encapsulated existence was the occasional electrical shocks to keep her body from degenerating into a mass of jell-o and the unique way to maintain power in her control unit. Power from repeatedly prolong sexual vibrations with, or without a well deserved orgasm at the end of it. It was just enough to keep her physically healthy for the next week to two months. Mentally was another story all together, and as far as Judith and her staff was concerned that was up to the Fransoir.

"Harry, Dana, you both did an excellent job! I will let Fransoir know that his shiny new piece of night club decor will be in the mail tonight and an operations manual to go along with it. A truly wonderful job you two. Congratulations!"

And with that Judith shook the hands of the young couple congratulating them one last time on such an outstanding outcome. Then she headed out the door.

As Judith walked down the hallway there was a spring in her step. She seemed to be riding on a natural high. And why not! Everything was working out so well. She had Madame Rouso's much needed ponygirls. She had Sir Winfred personally managing the two girls transformation. A special customer in France was about to receive an item that will literally throw him for a loop. And now she was about to check on a man, and his special project, that literally made her toes curl with lust.

Judith began walking slowly up to the closed door. She could feel her heart begin to pound in her chest in anxious anticipation. Her hand began to tremble as she reached for the knob. She stopped for moment and tried to get a hold of herself, to shake off this stupid school girl reaction. 'I'm an adult woman for cripes sakes', she exclaimed to herself. Then she reminded herself over and over again about his jealous mad wife and how no man was worth that. And when she believed she had maximum control over her yearning desires she opened the door.

The first thing she saw was Sabrina. A sight that completely washed away any girlish longings she had for The Count. So shocking was the sight that she just could not believe that such a "thing" was possible.

She received a second shock that made her jump when she heard The Count's heavy Italian voice up close in her right ear.

"So Ms. Davenport, I see my little creation has caught your eye. Two beautiful and mesmerizing eyes I might add. Eyes so indwell with the lusting spirit of life that simply gazing upon them has awaken the hungry beast in me."

Was it hearing those words of impending romantic seduction or the feeling of his hot breath upon the sensitive skin of her neck when he spoke them that cause her to go weak in the knees. Whatever it was she found herself having to reinforce her conscious decision to stay aloof of his cultured charm by concentrating on the subject before her.

"Would you, my dear, attractive, intoxicating lady, care to be given a personal guided tour of the new Sabrina?"

And before Judith could give The Count a simple nod of affirmation, she felt him place his large powerful hand along the far side of her svelte feminine waist and gently, but firmly, pull her close to him. She tried, or so she believed, to keep from being drawn further into that intimate lovers embrace as her right hand went up to stop what she knew was coming next. But her cold trembling hand was met by his warm caressing one and instantly, together, as if in a prelude to a dance, he guided her forward to where Sabrina stood upon her small platform like a doll on a display stand.

Sabrina, a once upon a time beautiful and fine figure of a young woman, But now, with the well practiced dark artform of The Count, has become an object of unspeakable perverted passion. Human, yes, but not by much.

The story of Cont Guido Corsini and his project, Sabrina.

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