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Maria gets made over, the works. Then there's the little matter of something to wear so she's presentable for her photo set. Sharon's on the job, earning her commission. Security likes a few perks on the side, and Maria plays for time. Can she escape her fate? A Maiden Gamble Part Two By Sydney Michelle Chapter Four "What can you do with her, Mistress Sylvia? I want her hair as long as possible in three, four months. But I need some nice photos today." Sylvia turned Maria's head with the thumb and forefinger. "Nice bones. Face isn't too broad. Complete makeover, right?" Marilyn nodded. "Right. Eyes, ears, nails, the works." "With four months, she'll have at least two more inches of hair, perhaps three. We can change the side angle a little to bring some fluffs onto her cheeks. The hair on top is long enough to curl." Sylvia felt the back hair. "Change the line from block to Hammill taper. We might be able to brush an upsweep in four months. This doesn't have to last long, right?" "Just long enough for the pictures." "With gel and spray, we can hold anything through that. I just don't want that parading through my shop." Sylvia pointed to Maria's four inches of meat between her legs. "No problem. Panties, surgical tape, she'll be as smooth as a baby's butt. Can we bring down one of your smocks?" "Sure. See her in half an hour. We get a little slack mid- morning. How you gonna keep her from bolting?" DeeDee grinned, produced a black box the size of a pager. "This is the latest in dog shock collars. One press will drop her in her tracks. Want a demo?" Sylvia looked horrified. "No thanks. Sometimes, Deborah, I think you enjoy your work just a little too much. I'll take you word for it. Uh. That collar? Can it stand getting wet? The shampoo, you know." "Sure. Good through hurricanes, and up to five hundred doggie baths," laughed DeeDee. "A little hair bowl action shouldn't phase it." Sylvia slipped out of the chair and hurried back upstairs. DeeDee brought over a wash bowl, shaving cream, and razor. "O.K, Maria, up on the table and spread 'em wide. Gotta look nice to look nice." Maria obeyed, the memory of the crop on her tush painfully fresh. She held on as her ankles were tied to the table legs. DeeDee slid towels under her legs, dampened one thigh, applied soap, and began to shave hair. "This is in the interests of time, you know. After this, you'll shave your own legs when your trainer tells you," said DeeDee, "If you are good maybe we can help with the backs of the thighs." Maria lay back, mind reeling. 'This is really happening, I'll look like a woman and be a woman. Except for one detail. I'll going to get out of this somehow.' A leg done, Maria twisted slightly to allow DeeDee better access. DeeDee's hand squeezed Maria's buttock playfully. "You've got a nice little tush already, Maria. I mean it's never going to be broad enough for ass men, but when you're done, you'll look nice in a bikini bottom. You won't be able to wear thongs though, not without a nip and tuck." Maria lay still, shame creeping over her at DeeDee's free groping of her body. 'She's not bad looking. So why do I feel ashamed that she's touching me?' "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" "I thought I wasn't supposed to speak unless commanded, Mistress DeeDee." "That's just in training," she smiled trying to relax Maria. "Look, you won't be able to act like a zombie through your contract. You'll have to respond to conversation and flirting. Just remember your place, don't intrude when things are quiet, and don't take the lead. Just like a good enlisted man in the service." "I've never been in the service." "Oh I guessed not," she said spreading more foam. "Let me get the outside of your calf." Six strokes removed the last hair from her legs. DeeDee's hand tested the smoothness skin, stroking against the grain. "Not bad at all, if I do say so." She swished the razor in the water. "O.K. Sweetcakes. Scoot down and spread up. Lift those dimpled knees and cock 'em wide open." Maria panicked even as she complied. "Mistress, you're not going to rape me, are you?" DeeDee laughed, deep and hearty. "There's not enough time. Tempting thought though. You just need a little more work." DeeDee pushed Maria's prick down, strapping it in place with a wide piece of surgical tape. She dampened Maria's bush, working up a soapy lather. "Don't flinch. Miz Costello wants you bare and sexy, not nicked and bloody." DeeDee swiftly denuded her with short strokes and frequent swishing in the pan. A second lather and long careful strokes removed the remaining stubble. DeeDee stroked her mound. "Nice soft Mons Venus you got there. Put a slit in it and the boys would line up for miles to catch a glimpse behind a gauze curtain. Believe me, I saw 'em drool when I was in the AP." "Did you work as a Journalist with the Associated Press, Mistress DeeDee?" asked Maria. DeeDee snorted. "That's a laugh. No, the Air Police. In the Air Force." "Mistress, why do you keep saying I should have a pussy slit?" asked Maria. "I want to be a man again when this is over." "Suit yourself, sweetcakes. Five of your best years as neither this nor that wouldn't interest me. Believe me, being a woman with a good man is fantastic. Even my ex was O.K. 'til he started signing up for perpetual TDY. Hell, I was getting so little I might as well have been divorced." DeeDee helped Maria off the table. "Here, put these on." She handed her a pair of plain white cotton panties. "I wonder where that smock is?" A girl from the salon knocked on the door. She led the way back to the salon with the smocked and slippered Maria between her and DeeDee. Maria studied the layout, hoping to remember it if she got a chance to break away. Maria guessed her first escape attempt would have to be good as it could be the last move she would ever make. Maria realised that the same went for drawing attention or getting help. Maria was washed and delivered ready so that Sylvia could begin. She combed and clipped Maria's hair without a word, her only contact was a few stolen glances at her eyes in the mirror. It was only as she pulled up her curler basket that she broke silence. "What I'm doing is just for your photo shoot," explained Sylvia. "Your hair's too straight for this everyday without a tight perm. Miz Costello says your hair's got to grow anyway. We'll be down every couple of days to teach you how to do your hair. Just call me Miss Sylvia. You OK with this?" Maria shrugged. "I'm just along for the ride." Sylvia coated her hair with setting gel. Rollers flew, medium size for a smooth swept bang, small ones to direct her sides onto her cheeks, tiny ones for a curled top. Faster than she would have guessed possible, Maria's head was covered with no place left for a curler where the hair would hold one. Sylvia stepped back so Maria started to rise. "Wait one second. One more thing." Maria settled back into the chair as Sylvia placed a short ruler to her cheek. One pencil mark, two, and then she crossed to the other side. She sat quietly wondering what was next, knowing with DeeDee in the waiting room, there was no chance to escape. Besides the collar, DeeDee was a good six inches taller and ten pounds heavier than Maria. "This will sting a little but hold still." Whappa! Pause. Whappa! 'Annie always wanted me to get pierced ears, but I didn't want the attention they would bring,' thought Maria who looked stunned in the mirror as two gold studs shown out of ear lobe. Sylvia stood at the other side to repeat the process. "Hold still" Whappa! Pause. Whappa! Maria sat frozen in the chair, this act of piercing driving home that her body was no longer her own. Sylvia stood before her, inserting another stud in the gun. "Now lean back and close your eyes. Spread your nostrils." 'I'm to have a nose ring? A stud in my nostril wall? What was she planning to do, put me in a sari and sell me to some Indian doctor?' Whappa! Maria couldn't help but flinch and her eyes sprung open. Despite the pain, she was surprised not to see a gold ball at her nostril. "Where is it? I don't understand?" Sylvia smiled the first sympathetic smile Maria had seen in two days. "We'll insert your ring in two weeks time, when your septum's healed. Miz Costello said you liked Arabian Nights, so a ring is to fall on your upper lip." 'I liked? She liked! Nose pierced like a prize bull or no, like a cow. A slave cow with a ring for a leash to lead me before buyers for inspection.' Tears welled up in Maria's eyes at the thought. Sylvia pulled the curlers from her head and smiled into the mirror. Sylvia patted her shoulder. "I know; it hurts a bit. But you'll like how dangling earrings will look and feel in your ears. Now for your nails." Sylvia led her to a young Oriental woman at the manicure table. Maria settled under a dryer as they chatted in what she realized was Vietnamese. The young woman held up one bottle then another as they settled on her nail color: Dragon Red. Maria's hands soaked while the young woman did her toes. They dried while she trimmed, filed and then shaped her nails. Other than a few quick professional smiles as she changed hands, the young woman said nothing, not that Maria could have heard anything over the hum of the dryer. Sylvia checked Maria's hair for dryness before color was brushed on to Maria's fingertips. A few words passed, the young woman nodded and Sylvia walked away. Maria couldn't help but notice the shine of her magnificent black hair, caught behind in a long figure eight chignon, jeweled chop sticks thrust into it. Nails done, she was led back to Sylvia, carefully stepping so her toe polish wouldn't be marred. "How do you like Mai's work?" asked Sylvia. "She's your manicurist. She's only worked here a few months." Maria spread her fingers, looking at the bright red polish. "It looks fine but not that I know how to compare them. I guess I'd expect more of a point." "Not until you grow them more. In a couple of months, they won't be so blunt. Eat gelatin to help you grow strong nails. Now lean back." "What now?" asked Maria. "Eyes. I'm going to shape and dye your brows and lashes. Make your face sexy so all the boys want you." "But I don't want the boys to want me, Miss Sylvia." "Sure you do otherwise you wouldn't be here. But maybe girls will want you too." Maria's mind wandered, 'I wonder if I can ask her to get help? Maybe it's a test. And if I flunk, it's slow death. Maybe when she comes to teach me about my hair.' Maria tried to relax as she lay back but with throbbing ear lobes, a pulsing, itching nose, and the sting of brow hairs coming out, she didn't have a chance. Even the brief waiting for the dye to set was filled with residual pain. The only good thing was that she hurt so much her tucked penis didn't fight the tape. Sylvia did her makeup while Maria lay back. Foundation, blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lip liner, and then lipstick were successively applied. The cool of foundation smoothed down her neck. "Don't want you looking like no actress with a makeup line on your jaw." Explained Sylvia. Sylvia lifted Maria's chair up and began combing out the set. Maria was astonished to see a fairly attractive young woman with thin, light brown eyebrow arches looking back from the mirror. 'My neck could be more slender because a little roll shows when I lower my head. Nothing losing a few pounds would cure. Damn it, if I don't get out of this soon, I may wind up in some old guy's bed getting butt fucked every night.' Sylvia teased and fluffed hair onto her cheeks, smoothed and swept the bang across her forehead. The front curls were separated, defined, sprayed into place, a few gold pins invisibly moulding the part. Maria was astounded. Her head was that of a pretty girl, striking without being cheap. 'A little more of this transformation and nothing short of completely stripping will be hopeless.' Sylvia started the back. "Um, Miss Sylvia? How long did it take you to grow your hair?" Maria asked. "I haven't really cut it in the five years and I started with fifteen inches of hair. Why do you like it?" "It's beautiful, I was just wondering how it would feel to have hair like that?" "Most of the time it's just there, or a dead weight if loose. But when it flows over you, when your lover plays with it, touches you through it, it's the most erotic feeling you can imagine short of orgasm. If you stick with it, your hair could be between two and five feet long depending on how fast and how long it grows. With your face, long hair isn't your best style but you could wear it up. There now all finished. How do you like the new you?" "Stunned. I wouldn't have thought it was possible You're too good, Miss Sylvia." "Thank you but we do try. It's a shame it's just photos. Getting ready for a date can be really good foreplay." "I doubt I'll have that problem for a while," said Maria. "Don't be so sure. I understand you have a lot to learn about being a girl. And being a woman can be a blast. Laissez les bonne temps roulez!" Sylvia hugged her neck from behind. 'Is she lez or kinky? If she helped me escape would it be to clap me in some Oriental sex den? A sex toy for a gang of Oriental beauticians? Locked up in a cage in a basement, until they give me a cunt to sell me overseas as the round eyed mistress of some Chinese tycoon?' Maria's mind worked overtime. Sylvia led Maria back to the front, holding her hand while DeeDee signed the ticket. DeeDee squeezed Maria's fingers as they went down the corridor to the Ponderosa Boutique with Maria still in her Benders salon smock. The silver haired clerk promptly closed the door and flipped the sign to "Closed." "Is this Maria? Miz Costello said she needed to borrow clothes for some photos. Underwear Miz Costello pays for, the rest we can do an out and back. Step over here, honey, and let's get you measured up." The smock hit the floor and revealed Maria's male form, except for her genitalia hidden behind some blue fabric. "You are boyish, aren't you?" said the Clerk, "You've no cleavage to speak of." "Isn't it obvious I am a boy! A man!" staggered Maria as a jolt surged through her. "Honey, we get all kinds here. California dreamin' is just a hop and a skip away. If Miz Costello wants to use a boy for a shoot, then she can get whatever cleavage she needs." The woman bustled into the back, humming to herself. DeeDee stepped close, hissed in Maria's ear. "One more word like that and you're buzzard bait. Verstein?" Maria nodded, still trying to catch her breath from the shock. "Alrighty. Nice blue bra to match your sweet panties. Blue looks so nice on blondes, don't you agree, honey?" asked the woman. Maria nodded. "We'll use a little padding to give you a hint of a figure," said the woman lifting up a black dress. "How about this? It's knee length, with a square yoke and a nice rounded vee where your breasts would be. Mid-heel black pumps, a gold bangle bracelet, a little pearl necklace, and a sky blue scarf for variety. Let's try them on, honey, try them on." Maria stood there blank, dazed, having no idea what went on how but nodded. "If you would help her, Miz Eaton. She's a bit overwhelmed by this," said a bemused DeeDee. "Certainly, certainly it won't take long," said Miz Eaton. "Your bra first, honey." Miz Eaton had Maria standing before a large three-way mirror as she fitted the bra and the rest of the clothes. Maria turned to see the fit, the dress giving a smooth draw across her slim ass. The heels added swell and definition to her calves, the padding and neckline cut made her look endowed. Maria's heart sank again, 'I already looked like an attractive young woman but now oh God. Old geezer's bed, here I come. But better one old geezer than a brothel and AIDS.' With the scarf tied over her head and sunglasses hiding her eyes, she headed down the corridor on DeeDee's arm, seemingly protected, actually ensnared. The pearl necklace lay in DeeDee's pocket as the stun collar remained firmly in place. As they waited for the elevator, a middle aged man stumbled around the corner, tripped and then fell against them. "Excuse me, ladies." He said and tipped his hat. He staggered down the corridor and headed into the men's room. DeeDee snorted. "He's potted already. They get in the casino and time means nothing to them. I'm surprised he didn't try to pick us up." "He pinched my butt," sniffed Maria. The elevator opened and DeeDee steered Maria on board. "What you did back in the Ponderosa was stupid. You're going to hurt for that stunt! It's a shame to hurt someone who looks as good as you do already. I mean we could have some fun together and it could go easier for you." "You mean 'Ma'amselles short of rent do it, so let's fall in love?'" "You get my drift. You're quite a looker in that cute little dress, and knowing that you're equipped down below, well, it'd be different. I could really teach you a trick or two." 'Hit on by a gorilla first day in the joint but a female gorilla that was different That's only supposed to happen in the movies,' thought Maria before replying. "You know my address." DeeDee grinned as they stepped off the elevator. "I'd like to let that little incident slide, but Miz Eaton is a babbler. But I'll lay it on thick how sorry you were and you really didn't know what you'd said," said DeeDee. "DeeDee, sweetheart, can I get something to eat?" she asked. "They didn't feed me yesterday, and I just won't be any good if all I can think of is food." "Just as soon as the shoot's over. I'm supposed to call up as soon as I have you back dressed and waiting," explained DeeDee. "So that's half an hour tops so then you'll get something filling that won't fill out that cute figure of yours." 'What's the price of a hamburger? A pussy lick and butt fuck?' wondered Maria. DeeDee unlocked the door and led Maria inside. The room had been cleaned out while she was made over. Canisters had been added to the tracks around the walls. Now she saw the room was about forty feet by fifty with the ceiling at least fourteen feet high. Exercise mats occupied the right side, blue sheets hung on the wall to the left in front of a stage spotlight. A mat lay at the back wall under the blankets and pillow, an improvement over the bare floor of the previous night. A low deep table, legs scarcely more than a foot high, sat near the pallet. Two bowls and two buckets stood next to it. Beside them were a roll of white toilet paper, a set of towels, and a roll of paper towels. The ends of twenty foot leads were attached to ceiling hooks coiled in the middle of the room and on the pallet. Two stools and a single table sat to the right, covered with collars, locks, leads and leashes, lengths of sash cord and chains, the riding crop and an evil looking cat 'o' nine tails. "Home, sweet home, sweetie. Let me make you comfortable before I call in." DeeDee led Maria to the table and picked up a D-ring lined collar. "Chin up," commanded the woman. As Maria obliged she slipped it under her chin, just above the shock collar. DeeDee buckled it in place, snapped a padlock on the clasp and then removed the shock collar. She picked up the stool, led Maria back to the middle of the room and helped her sit down. She set a bucket down beside her, "in case you have to go," DeeDee just walked out. Alone Maria looked around her prison cell. She shivered but only partly from the cold. She stood up, walked to the door and was jerked up short a good three feet from the door. Stretch as she could, choking off the air, her fingertips could just scrape the doorknob. She settled back down on the stool, put her head in her hands and began to cry. Maria wiped her eyes and raised her head at the sound of the latch opening. DeeDee walked in beaming. "It'll just be a few minutes. God, you look good. I can hardly wait. What do you want to eat afterwards? Soup? Chilli? Stew?" She noticed Maria's make-up. "Have you been crying?" Maria nodded, "I'm scared. I need somebody to protect me." "Play along with me and nothing really bad will happen to you, sweetie. Now let's get you looking nice again for your shoot." DeeDee showed she was really feminine when a compact appeared from her purse and she repaired the tracks of Maria's tears. "Now smile and be brave, and I'll make you feel better real soon." Marilyn knocked on the door five minutes later with another woman in tow. She had honey blonde hair flowing over the top of her exercise leotard. "Maria, this is Mistress Irene. She will be in charge of your exercise program and diet. She's going to help with your shoot today. These are just a few intro photos, nothing fancy, one step up from snap shots and just something to accompany your prospectus. Now walk over to the sheet." Maria pulled up short at the end of the lead and looked quite helpless. "Mistress DeeDee, get her out of that. We can't shoot her in a bondage collar. Not for this, anyway." Commanded Marilyn. Freed of the collar, Maria stood still as DeeDee clipped the pearl necklace on before posing on the stool in front of the bright hot stage light. Marilyn shot disc after disc of pictures, using the theory that sheer luck was bound to produce a good one. She did carefully position Maria for what she called her "pageant head" shot, a three-quarter view, chin slightly raised giving a demure smile. Even for that she ran the every combination, scarf on, scarf off, sunglasses down on the nose, earpiece between her teeth. At last she finished, releasing Maria to rest. 'No wonder models feel like slaves or a piece of meat. Desired for what can be done to them, not done with them.' Thought Maria. "Hook her up if you have to leave, Mistress DeeDee. Otherwise let her move about. It will do her good. Her placement service will be here in an hour to interview her so leave her dressed until that's done." DeeDee saluted smartly, but she was frowning when she turned to Maria. "There goes my afternoon delight but there's always overtime." Smiled DeeDee, "I promised you some vittles. What do you want?" "Cheeseburger and fries?" pleaded Maria. "Lord, no. Way too many calories, I'll get you some soup and salad." Maria shook her head. "I could eat a horse; raw! You said there was a stew?" "The Silver Palace makes the best Irish this side of the Sierras. That would do you good it has lots of veggies. I'll have them go easy on the potatoes. A nice crisp salad with olive oil and balsamic vinegar and water. I'll have the same." DeeDee led her back to the pallet before putting on her collar and hooking on the lead. "You rest here 'til I get back. Don't go 'way now and give Auntie Dee some sugar." DeeDee kissed Maria lightly before slipping through the door. Maria threw herself on the pallet, beating her fists on the pillow. 'God, how I hate myself! Giving in to that bitch! For a bowl of stew I wouldn't have touched three days ago.' thought Maria as she tugged at her collar in frustration, knowing it wouldn't give. Her fingers touched the clasp, a simple slide back hasp. 'The collar won't come off but I wonder.' She thought as her fingers fumbled with the lead hasp, pulled back the bolt and she was free! Maria scrambled up, ran to the door, turned the knob and pulled somehow expecting the door to open. She was locked in and Maria wanted to cry. 'But now I know something they don't. Maybe, just maybe, if I give DeeDee a good ride she'll go to sleep and I can slip out. Once on the street, I should be able to get help. Even if I have to cop a plea, the Nevada State Pen has got to be a lot better than this.' Maria walked back to her pallet, reattached the lead to her collar and lay down. 'Rest, I need rest.' DeeDee was back in ten minutes carrying two food covers in her arms. The disdained stew tasted wonderful. After they'd finished, Maria let DeeDee touch her, stroke her and then pretend to be comforted by her attentions. DeeDee then led her to the pallet and they lay together. Maria pleaded fatigue to turn away but after a pause DeeDee stroked the nape of her neck. DeeDee then rubbed her back through the dress. Touches that felt good so long as Maria could block out the source and the situation. All too soon for DeeDee, a knock sounded on the door. She helped Maria up, unfastened the collar and led her to the door. Sharon and Marilyn stepped through, sensing from the body positions that DeeDee was being more than just Maria's guard. "So this is Maria. So nice to meet you at last. Mistress Marilyn has just been raving about you and I see you're everything she had to say and more," said Sharon. Maria blushed, forgetting for the moment this woman was the agent of her sale into slavery. Sharon pulled up a stool to the table and produced a folder from her portfolio. "Just a few basic questions. You are lovely you know. Those pictures Mistress Marilyn took don't start to do you justice. But never mind, we'll have more made after you fill out some. Have you seen the photos?" "No Mistress." Sharon fished out the pictures and laid them out on the table. Quietly, slyly she involved Maria in selecting the best poses, flattering, appealing and even playful. She watched Maria relax as she became involved, judging whether this con man, this miscreant, this culprit could accept a fate as a feminized servant. She had no wish to damage her business reputation by placing a perpetual problem without the buyer being aware he had a handful. As Maria debated which were her best poses, Sharon became convinced that, with proper handling, she would accept being a shemale, if not, like Mimi, opt to become a woman. Sharon had the basic information to begin advertising interest in her new project. Height, weight (fudge it down), age, physical description, basic health history. Domestic skills (pitifully light), office skills (surprisingly good) and language skills (English good, otherwise nil). Sexual experience. 'What a pleasure to give this one a dose of his own medicine. Love 'em and leave 'em on his knees for the encounter of the hour.' Family ties (black sheep, no steady love interest). Patience (claimed good, but unlikely; maybe with children). Other interests (none beyond making money the easy way and chasing skirts). Fashion sense (good but undeveloped). Artistic abilities (some dance and choir in high school). Not the perfect domestic candidate, but in ninety days she might look good enough for a man to overlook a few little shortcomings. A better candidate for office work, especially if she were willing to polish a few knobs. "All right, that's enough for now. Maria, I think we may be able to place you on a five year contract that will fetch enough to pay my fee, your loss to Mistress Marilyn, and the costs of getting you ready. You are certainly fetching, much more than I had imagined. With work on your appearance, perhaps developing some of those artistic talents, you should be quite desirable. I think I may be able to place you in ninety days, perhaps a bit longer and certainly no more than six months. You have a lot to learn and not much time to learn it. My guess is you'll have to learn more in the next ninety days than you've ever had to do in your life." Sharon bent down and kissed Maria's painted lips firmly, her tongue probing. Maria responded, her mouth opening and she tasted Sharon's probing flesh. Sharon pulled back, looking into bright eyes, and glancing at DeeDee's stiff body. "Let's you and I talk a little about what we can do with her, Miz Costello." "Alright. Mistress DeeDee, get her clothes back to the Ponderosa. I don't want any more expense with her than I have to bear," said Marilyn turning away. "Mistress Marilyn, might I ask a favor?" asked Maria surprising her. "What is it, slave?" "May I please have a nightgown? This room is cold and I might become ill from the chill." "That seems reasonable," replied Marilyn. "See to it DeeDee, something warm, serviceable but inexpensive." Sharon and Marilyn left for her office. In the elevator Sharon turned to her friend, "who has the keys to that room?" "Deborah, for one. I have a copy of every key in my office. There's probably one in the Steward's since it was a wine cellar. Why?" The door opened and four patrons got on, pressed one of the room floors. The two friends got off on level three and settled into Marilyn's office. "The room has been recently cleaned? Whose key did they use?" "Housekeeping has a key to practically everything so they can clean up. I suppose that one. What's with this interest in keys?" asked Marilyn her eyebrows twisted in puzzlement. "This one could be trouble in more ways than one. Lord knows her libido isn't hurting right now. Let's see about that once the hormones kick in. She's already got your Chief of Security in a dither. She was stiff as a board when I kissed Maria. What you're doing isn't exactly kosher. What's going on shouldn't be a topic of general conversation. You ought to have that lock changed with a limited key set. If that little chicken gets loose, even with, or maybe especially with, a nice set of breasts on her, and we're all in the stew." "Are you saying you don't want to handle her sale?" asked Marilyn. "Oh call it placement, please. No, it could be interesting, either as a one shot deal or a new line. Your, Anton, wasn't it? This project has possibilities and a certain poetic justice, professionally and sexually. We just have to think and rethink what we're doing. "I suspect I can place her in Mexico, perhaps as a nanny, perhaps as a secretary, certainly up the pay ladder from a mere maid. If she turns out as pretty as this first effort promises, some quirky old man may buy her for a bed warmer. That wouldn't twist my heartstrings any. I've placed more than my share of pros, but they've been practicing whores." "So you think Deborah's a problem?" "She's involved somehow or she wants to be." replied Sharon. "The sooner you get this show settled so she doesn't have to be involved, the less chance of an accident. I doubt she'd do anything deliberate, but men aren't the only sex that lets their genitals control their brains." "Let's see, beautician, trainer and dance instructor? What else do we need to consider?" Sharon shifted slightly in her chair to look out the window. "Who's going to administer her hormones?" "Her trainer." "Who's taking her to the Doctor?" "I will with Deborah's help." "Who will feed her?" "I guess I will and her trainer." "Bathe her?" "We'll just use an empty room's bath." "Somebody has to escort her though." Continued Sharon. "That's Deborah's and it will be twice a week." "I'll bet she has long baths and the rooms don't lock in, do they?" "They can't because of the fire regulations." "Double the security. Make up some story to prevent her slipping out. Say she's in some Protective Witness program or some such crap. Now what about clothes?" asked Sharon. "I hadn't planned on giving her any." "Maria was right though," mused Sharon. "That room is good for storing wine, but it's too chilly for nudes. Blankets help, but she can't lie around all the time. She needs to be comfortably dressed, wearing feminine clothes, especially lingerie, garter belts and corsets. She's going to need something to throw on and somebody will have to pick up and deliver her laundry." "What will make her more, uh, placeable?" "Oh first her appearance then posture and poise. Some entertainment value beyond the obvious would be good. Maybe she can sing and dance some. God knows, she can't be worse than what passes for talent in some beauty contests. She has some fashion sense, I think so encourage it so she looks good. There's domestic skills like cooking and cleaning and all the girls love her. Except she can't love them back. You'll have her health confirmed? No AIDS, no STD. And above all is her attitude. There's a wider market if she's willing to be placed rather than act like a shrew who has to be tamed and watched. You can't watch your back while you're sleeping. Make her beautiful and willing, especially if she'll go for the full conversion, and she'll bring in a bundle." "Yeah, but not a tenth as much fun. Imagine her going off on the some hidalgo's arm, looking back, scared to death she'll be polishing a bed knob for the next five years. Or matched to some young swain who'll make her his concubine and she can't wait to spread like hot butter for him. And it's all your doing, Mrs. Higgins." Laughed Sharon. "Sounds like killing her would be easier." "With your help, Mrs. Pickering." "How simply frightful!" "How terribly delightful!" Chapter Five "Is this everything, sweetie?" "I'm down to bra and panties and I'm cold," said Marie. "You just bundle up in the blankets and I'll be back in a jiffy to warm you up." "Aren't you going to chain me up?" "And where are you going to go? Through a locked steel door?" asked DeeDee. "You just relax and rest until I get back. Give me some sugar." Maria kissed DeeDee and her tongue flicked across Marie's lips. DeeDee slipped out the door. 'Broads! They never change. The promise of a little nooky, and they go all soft and gooey.' Maria heard the bolt shoot home and she rose to study it for a minute. Keyed on both sides, if she just had a pair of pliers! She walked the perimeter of the room, looking for anything useful that might have been forgotten. There was nothing. Maria sighed, turned out the lights except the center one and crept to her pallet. She spread the mat, the blankets and slipped between the soft wool. She clutched herself, half hating herself for what she was about to do but half triumphant thinking another woman would give her everything she wanted and then some. 'I ought to put in a plea for her when I get out of this mess.' Her prick twitched for the first time that day, pushing against the tape that was still in position. She reached inside her panties and peeled away the restraint. Fingers slid over bare flesh and she shuddered at the memory of being shaved. 'I'm going to screw pussy and I've done it hundreds of times so why do I feel dirty, like I was being raped? Because I am, you whore.' Maria remembered her face in the salon mirror, the contact sheets with the pretty, smiling face. 'I'm pretty and I should be loved, not fucked and forgotten.' Her thoughts drifted to Annie. 'I haven't been with her for two months. She probably thinks I've forgotten her. I was rotten and I should have at least called. Ah-h, she's better off without me.' Maria pulled her pud up between her legs, the meat growing under her touch, growing as the blankets trapped her heat. She dozed off, tired but relaxed at being unbound. "Maria? Sweetie? I've brought you something." A hand shook Maria awake. She rolled, blinked, and saw DeeDee bending close. "God, you're beautiful." DeeDee bent down, kissed her lips, sucking them lightly. Her fingers stroked her cheek. "Sit up, sweetie. I've been shopping." Maria sat up, self-consciously pulling the blanket over her bra, as if she could hide her vulnerability. DeeDee knelt beside her, holding up a blue baby doll nightie, new and crisp, frilled with little ribbon bows. "I got you a long flannel one too, so you won't be cold, but I thought, well, it's just not very sexy and a girl should feel special her first time. Do you want me to help you put it on?" she asked. Maria shook her head. 'Special? Try dirty, like it will never wash off. Out, damned spot! Out, I say! But a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.' "I'll go over here and get undressed. Be back in a flash, sweetie," said DeeDee. Maria shuddered, but stood up from the warm blankets, unhooked her bra, slipped the new nightie over her head. Once under the blanket, she slipped her panties down her smooth legs. 'All this smooth skin! I feel like a virgin about to give it up. Not because I want to, but because she won't stop asking.' Maria huddled against the wall, the mat barely cutting the hardness beneath her. 'Are my knees or hers working against this?' DeeDee stood over the pallet, naked, her dark bush barely visible in the low light. Maria could smell the familiar odor of a sexy woman waft down from her. DeeDee knelt by the pallet, pulling back the cover. "Let me see my sweetie, let me see how you look in your sweet gown," said DeeDee. "I'll go over here and get undressed. Be back in a flash, sweetie." Maria shrank back from exposure, closed her eyes as if she could make it not happen. "Oh God, you're so beautiful, I can't stand it!" said DeeDee as she slipped under the covers and pulled the blanket up. "It's cold in here now warm me up." Maria moved closer, wrapped in the arms of the larger woman beside her. "Br-r-r. Warm me up, sweetie." Hands moved briskly over Maria's arms, as if the friction would break more chills than that in the air. DeeDee settled down in the covers, drawing Maria up to her. Gently she kissed her lips, stroked her hair and smoothed her neck. Her leg slipped between Maria's thighs, parting them and opening her to her pressure. Maria rolled back, freeing an arm. "Is something wrong, sweetie?" "I can't breathe. I need air." "It's just excitement. Anticipation is the spice of life. I'll be gentle." DeeDee pulled her body close, reaching down to position the ball sac where her leg would not bruise it. She touched her soft wand, felt it warm and grow in her hand. "See, you're almost ready for me." Maria bit the back of her hand, betrayed by the response to the unwanted stroking. 'I'll be taken and I'll respond and I'll hate myself in the morning. Unless, unless I can escape.' DeeDee kissed Maria's neck, sucking small bits of skin into her mouth. Her tongue trailed kisses, exploring the pulse points. A hand slipped through the folds of the baby doll, enveloping the small mound, thumbing her small nipple. Maria sucked in and arched despite herself. 'Men are all alike. Given a hot box, they can't help themselves. She'll wish I were buying her before I'm through with her. There won't be anything virginal about her in six weeks.' Thought DeeDee. DeeDee's hand enveloped the prick, coaxing it to fullness. It stood full and rampant, offering itself to be encased, milked and sucked dry. DeeDee heard Maria moan and felt her clutch to her. Her thigh pushed Maria's aside, spreading her knees. DeeDee's hand moved down, pushing Maria's hips down, and pulling her legs up. "Hush, sweetie, just let me have you." Maria felt herself on her back for one of the few times in her life. Her legs were spread, ankles together for the first time. She felt DeeDee roll between her legs, her breasts resting on her chest. DeeDee reached down, grasped her prong, steadied it, raised and lowered her wet box onto the shaft. The first squeeze of her vagina walls, caused Maria to gasp, her thighs closing, grasping the great encompassing hips pinning her down. DeeDee hunched rocked, lifted and dropped her hips, raping the sensitive head within her. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" Maria's little cries drove her on in her conquest, her hips grinding to gain contact between her clit and Maria's bare mound. A series of shimmies caused Maria to clutch herself to her, a responding shiver running from hips to glans. "Oh! Oh! Oh, my God!" Maria clamped tightly to DeeDee's body shivering and shaking, driving her loins onto her sensitive button. DeeDee's hips bucked, shivered, her flood flowing down her tunnel to greet the hot spurting jism of her lover. Maria clutched to the warmth above her, seeking to prolong the moment but inevitably she relaxed, fell back, her member shrinking within the captivating hole. The weight pressed her into the hard floor so she couldn't draw breath. "Air! Weight!" Maria now understood women's protests when Anton wanted to remain on top of them. DeeDee slid over, sliding her arm under Maria's shoulders. Softly she nuzzled Maria's neck, gently she kissed her ears. Maria shuddered, the moment of passion fading back to revulsion at yielding. "They're sore, aren't they?" "What?" "Your ears from piercing today," explained DeeDee. "We must clean them and your nose." "Oh yes." "So how was your first girlie fuck? Was it all you'd hoped for?" Maria shuddered. 'How could she be so crude? It's bad enough I have to, but then this.' "It was wonderful. You're very good and you make me feel so small, so protected. Was it good for you?" "You were great and so full. Being pretty agrees with you." DeeDee's voice grew soft. "And you're beautiful and you'll be even more beautiful. We'll make beautiful love. We really will." "Hh-m." Maria nestled close in her warmth, sleep drifting over her. She tucked her arms between them, comforted by DeeDee's large breasts. She felt a blanket tuck softly behind her as she drifted off. Maria awoke to hands stroking her thighs, caressing her mound, fondling her prick. Startled, she realised she was hard again, erect and her balls were swelling with another charge. "See, sweetie, you love it. I'm good for you. You should have tried this woman thing long ago." Before she knew what was happening, before she could protest, she was again on her back, legs spread, penis engulfed in warm wetness. The hunching grinds, the rocking moves, the insistent squeezing, milking her charge through her. "No! No! No!" Her thighs struggled, pressed against the hips imprisoning her. The electric shimmy of the orgasming DeeDee brought her over the top, the uncontrollable explosion shooting through her. "No! Oh, No! Oh! Oh!" The last shivers brought her to a standing upthrust, frozen against the body above her, dumping her essence into the cavern again. She collapsed, gasping, subsiding away from her lover. "God, you're one hot little piece of ass. I have to go, Sweetie, but I'll be back. We'll have lots of good times before you go." DeeDee kissed her neck and arose from the blankets. Maria curled up in the blankets, permeated with the odor of their coupling, balled up and began to cry softly. Dimly she became aware of a mass over her and looked up at DeeDee standing over her. "Gotta clean you up. Sit up and I'll swab your ears." Maria sat up, clutching the blanket to her as if it could ward off another unwanted coupling. Gently DeeDee removed and cleaned each stud, each hole, warding off infection. She used a cotton swab to reach inside the nose, bathing the stud with alcohol. Maria drew back from each sting. "I know, baby, it smarts. But Mama's little girl needs to stay well." Finished, DeeDee withdrew through the light, pausing at the door. "Night, night. Don't let the bedbugs bite." Maria heard the latch slip home. She threw herself down in the blankets and sobbed, long piercing cries of anguish.