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My first story. Hope you enjoy it. No copying or whole or part please. Comments welcome. Angel The buxom brunette giggled as the dice were rubbed against her ample breasts and gave her goose bumps. He whispered in her ear and she blushed as he tossed the cubes. "Snake eyes! - The shooter looses." "Shit! - Not again!" swore Angelo. She kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered back to him, "So long honey. It's been fun but your streak is over and I'm outa here." Angelo Tiatziano looked at the croupier as he grabbed up the dice from the green felt, "Joey - Pass me a stack of thousands. Put them on my tab like usual. I've gotta make up for this and get out of the hole." Just then a large hand reached in and slid the pile of chips back to the dealer. The man that placed himself between Angelo and the table seemed to be as wide as he was tall. "Boss wants to see you Ang." "OK, OK. Tell uncle Vincenzo that I'll be up in a little while" In a soft, low, monotone the hulk responded, "He said NOW Ang." "Blow me Guido. - Give me a few minutes here" But the man maintained his position and Angelo knew that there was no use arguing. He tossed the dice from his hand as he turned to walk away. "Seven!!" said the dealer as Angelo walked away from the table without placing a bet. "Too bad. Looks like your luck is about to change Ang." The elevator light went out as it reached P. Guido removed his pass card from the elevator control panel and the doors opened into a private office on the penthouse floor. An Italian beauty with long black hair and big breasts was seated at a large mahogany desk. She raised a finger to the bridge of her nose and slid her glasses up as she looked from her computer to Angelo and Guido as they approached. She reached under the desk and pressed a button. There was a click at the door. Guido opened it for Angelo. She returned her attention to her computer. Guido looked him in the eye as he entered. "You shouldn't ought to talk to me like that Ang. Some day I'll see you be sorry for telling me to blow you in front of all those people. I'm only doing my job Ang." "Yeah right! - Blow me Guido," said Angelo as he walked contemptuously past him into the large glassed-in room that afforded a magnificent view of the city below. Guido stepped in behind him and stood in front of the closed door. The man behind the desk was in his early sixties but was still tall and fit. His gray hair was combed back and he looked up at Angelo over his half glasses before removing them. He closed the file he had been reading. "Hi Uncle Vincenzo. Guido said you wanted to see me?" said Angelo sheepishly. "You got quite an attitude my boy. You're barely five foot-six but act like you're seven feet tall. Unfortunately I promised your father to look after you and see that no harm ever came to you. You know if you weren't the son of my dead brother I would have pulled in the reins on you a long time ago. But I think that I have been too lenient and have allowed things to go too far. I think its time that we did something now." "What?What do you mean Uncle Vincenzo?" Rising from his chair and moving out from behind the desk, Vincenzo's face grew stern. He stepped towards Angelo. "You know damn-fucking well what I mean!" he shouted. "You have run up a debt to the tune of over a quarter of a million dollars! That's MY money Angelo. Just what do you plan to do about it? How long do you think I should let this go on? Until you reach two million?" Angelo looked down at the floor and then around the room. He saw the faint smile on Guido's face before looking at his uncle again. "I was planning on paying it back. And besides, it's not like its real money. - I - I - I mean it's only chips in a Casino right? And, and the girls are all on the company payroll anyways - Right?" Vincenzo took a step towards him and grabbed him forcefully by the front of his shirt. "WRONG! It is real money. It's MY money. Its as real as you are you lying, little, fat shit! You take the place of real customers with new money and at the same time you spend what we take in. We are losing two ways because of you. Your addiction to gambling and women ends right now." "Sh-Sh-Shure uncle Vincenzo. I promise I won't do it any more. Anything you say uncle Vincenzo." Vincenzo sat behind his desk again and put his glasses back on so that they were low on his nose. He looked up at Angelo again. "You know you really make me sick. You have made these promises before and each time it only gets worse. I trusted you to run the import business for a while and for two years you lost money and nearly ruined it. I can't trust you to do anything right. I can't even trust your word." He pressed a button on the intercom on his desk. "Tell Julia to come in now and pick up her package please." As he released the button he simultaneously motioned to Guido. Angelo trembled as he watched his uncle ignore him and turn to looking through some papers on his desk. While Angelo stood there and sweated he did not notice Guido step up behind him and lock him in a sleeper hold. A tall redhead entered the room just as things began to grow fuzzy. With her shoulder length tresses, a low cut white dress, a matching jacket and four-inch heels she presented quite an attractive picture. She was a mature woman, probably in her mid forties. She was classy and business- like, yet very feminine and even sexy. Uncle Vincenzo spoke to the woman, "I want him to spend at least thirty days in ROOM C. I want his attitude changed. He's not much of a man anyways. He deserves to get his come-unpins and start earning some money for the company." Julia raised an eyebrow. "Thirty days! Nobody has spent thirty days in there - especially a man. Do you know what that will do to him?" "You heard what I said didn't you. This selfish little bastard needs to have a different view of things and I need to put a stop to his fucking with me and my business. Now it's my turn. I'm going to fuck him good and make sure that he pays back every penny many times over. Do you have a problem with that Julia?" As the blackness took over him the last words Angelo heard were Julia's, "No certainly not Boss. It will be done as you wish. I will return him to you upon completion of the treatment when he will be ......." Angelo finally slipped into unconsciousness and was carried from the room like a baby in the arms of a smiling Guido who followed behind Julia to the elevator waiting to take them to the basement parking garage. Angelo opened his eyes slowly. There was a bright light shining on him but the rest of the room seemed dark. The first thing he saw was Julia's pretty face looking at him as if she was studying him. The spotlight shining down made it seem as if there was an aura or a halo around her head. "Hey, Hi there. What happened? Where am I? Am I in heaven? 'Cause you look like an angel babe." Julia smiled at him and took a step back. "No, this is definitely not heaven. You will soon see that. And I think that you will quickly begin to think of me as something quite far from an angel. This room is my design, You will have the honor of being the first male to visit it." She looked different here. Her hair was up in tight bun. She wore large heavy-rimmed glasses. She had on a white coat. She was still amazingly attractive. He felt his maleness respond to her natural beauty and a tent started to form under the single white sheet that covered his otherwise naked body. He went to reach for her but found that he was bound by soft leather straps. "What the...?', he said bewildered and starting to panic. "What's going on? Are you going to torture me? Are you going to kill me? "No. nothing like that. It's all about the pleasures that you enjoy - now, and in times ahead. You like sex a lot. You will learn to like it even more. But you stepped across the line with Vince and you are in big trouble with him. He wants some changes made. Says that you could stand to loose a little weight too." Angelo tugged at his bonds frantically. "OK OK - I promise to be good. I'll change. I told uncle Vincenzo that. I mean it. I do." Julia shook her head. "Its too late for that I'm afraid. But yes, you are right, you will change. A few hours in this room will do that to people. In just a few days I have worked wonders with some of our ladies. But your uncle wants you here for thirty days and I'm really wondering just what that will do to you. However, we will see what we will see." "Whatever it is, please don't. I've got some money hidden in an offshore account. I'll share it with you. Just please let me go." "So, that's what happened to the money that went missing from the import business. You did a good job stealing from your uncle. I don't think that he knew where it went to this day. He thought you were just incompetent. I think that you are just stupid. - A fat, ugly stupid little man. But, we're going to change some of that here." A desperate Angelo pleaded, "Its like two and a half Mil. We can stop in the Caymans and pick it up on our way to South America. Come on - just you and me. No one needs to know. I've been fucking Uncle Vince for years now. Just help me to do it one last time and you and I can have a real long party," "Oops! Sorry. With that kind of heat there's no way that I'd consider such a thing. I don't want to live the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. Vince treats me pretty well here and once he finds out about the money you're REALLY going to be in deep doo-doo." "But how will he find out. I've kept it a secret. Nobody knows." Angelo's eyes widened, "YOU wouldn't tell him would you?" "Don't have to sweet cakes." She pointed up to the corner of the room where a small red indicator light was on. "YOU just did. He's watching us on that camera right up there. Care to say - 'Just fooling uncle Vincenzo' while you are on." The lens on the camera zoomed in and at almost the same instant a cell phone rang. Julia reached in the pocket of her lab coat, took out the phone and answered it. "OK. Yes Sir. I'll put the question to him." She put the phone on hold and turned her attention back to Angelo. "Well, looks like you've really done it now. I've never heard him so mad. He wants the access code and ID of the offshore bank. Care to cough it up?" Angelo knew there was no holding back. He quickly gave up the information. "United Bank of Switzerland, Georgetown, Grand Cayman Branch, Account 55576862, the passcode is TITZ - Short for Tiatziano. There, can I go now - Please, I'm sorry uncle Vincenzo." She turned back to the phone, "Yes Boss... OK... Yes sir, I can make sure of it. I guarantee you will be pleased with the result. He will really be a changed person that will cause you no more trouble and be a definite asset to the company." She closed the phone and slipped it into her pocket. "Well, you should have hesitated at least a little. The boss thinks that you wimped out all to easily. He thinks that you're not much of a man. So, he wants you here for ninety days now. I'm not sure that you wouldn't be better off if he had Guido cap you with a .22 right now. Your fate is set, but tell you what... When we let you out, I promise that I will let you into my panties as a reward and make you feel pleasure like you never thought possible. " She reached down and grabbed the top of the sheet that covered him and yanked it from his body to fully expose his rotund naked form. At 5-6 and 185 pounds, she looked at his out of shape and overweight, hairy body with total disgust. She turned to pick something up off of a nearby table. She held up what looked like a simple metal belt about 3 or 4 inches wide. It had a large golden heart with an opening in the center hanging from it in the front. She slipped his maleness through the opening in the heart and slid it down against his groin. She then placed the wide belt around his waist. He shivered at the feel of the cold metal against his body. "The belt has a tensioner plus a time lock," she explained. "It will maintain a constant, slight pressure around your waist. It's set for ninety days and can't be opened or re-set until that time. You will be plenty sorry that you shot your mouth off. But now, because of that big mouth of yours, and before we close it, there are a few attachments that you will have to endure." She reached to the table again and picked up a large, realistic, double- ended dildo. It had a thin chain running through the middle of it at about two-thirds down its length. Julia slid a loop on one end of the chain under a flap in the rear of the belt. There was a click as it locked into place. She then grabbed the short end of the shaft and squeezed hard. A gooey liquid came out of the long end and ran down its length. "OK, take a deep breath cause this is going to be a bit uncomfortable," she said to him as she rolled him over on his hip. "No! No! Please!... Don't!... Stop!!!" He pleaded and cried like a baby. Julia spread his fat ass cheeks and brought the tip of the shaft to his anus. She shoved and twisted until a full eight inches was buried deep inside his body. Four inches stuck out like a tail. The chain ran tight from the back of the belt and down along his crack to where it passed through the shaft. She turned back to the table and picked up another penis replica. This one looked like it was made of gold but was hollow. It was about the same length as the one in his rear - a full twelve inches long! However it had a triangular base and two balls were hanging down. Julia slipped it down over his cock until it met with the V-shaped opening of the big heart. As she slid it down over his own shaft she was careful to place his testicles into the hollowed-out balls of the ersatz shaft. Even though the big false cock seemed empty it had some padding or some sort of a soft lining inside. Julia then took the other end of the chain from between his legs and connected it to the base of the shaft. While maintaining a slight upward pressure on the whole thing she matched the edges of the cock-base to the edges of the heart-shaped front of the belt. She then used her free hand to insert the loose end of the belt into the clasp on the side of the heart. She smiled as she snapped it shut. Angelo gulped as he heard it lock into place. A tear rolled down his cheek. There was no way out. Below his belly there was a big golden heart. A huge, thick big twelve inch golden cock stood out at a perfect ninety degrees to his body and would remain that way for a long time. "Just a couple of more touches," said Julia. This time she picked up what seemed to be several short, fine chains. She clipped one around each wrist and then a slightly heavier one went around his neck. The one around his neck also sported a dangling three-inch long golden penis pendant. Another very fine, almost invisible chain was placed around each ankle. These were attached to the back of high-heel shoes that were placed onto his feet. They made removal of the footgear impossible. A gun-like device was produced next and there were four successive loud snaps. Angelo's ears and nipples were pierced quickly. Golden loops with tiny dangling penises were permanently attached to his ears. His nipples now had a tiny gold stud right at the tip. She then picked up what appeared to be a bra. She placed it on his chest and positioned it carefully over his tiny, aching nipples. There was a gooey substance sliding against his chest. The bra contained breasts. They were not overly large, somewhere between a B and a C cup. On his fat body they hardly stuck out more than his own. The bra was shinny and black and all of the straps fastened in the back with a secure "click" "And finally, your headgear." Julia brought forth a rubber helmet that was fitted with what looked like a rectangular swimming mask to the front. As he tried to protest he learned of several of its other features. As the hood was slipped on, a small, soft rubber penis-shaped object was fitted into each ear canal. These would work as earplugs and make him deaf to the world. However, through the tiny vibration transmitters they contained, they could convey sounds and messages directly to the brain via the auditory nerve system. In each corner of the mouth was a small but powerful rubber-covered spring clip. These clips kept a constant pressure on his teeth and forced his mouth to be constantly but slightly open. He could open wider, but could never close his mouth completely. The helmet was zipped shut and locked onto the back of his penis necklace. "Well, You are done for now. I hope that you like it. By the way, everything is made of a specially hardened steel alloy. You will only hurt yourself if you try to remove any of the chains. Aside from the time lock, the other catches can only be removed by a special key that emits a unique radio-frequency." "I'll remove your leather bonds now. They are no longer necessary. Be assured that there's no way out of this room for the next ninety days. You will be free to roam about it as you wish and discover its fascinating uniqueness. You will soon see why it is called ROOM C. What you must do, can do and cannot do will quickly become apparent. Once I leave, you will have no direct physical contact with anyone until your time is up. So there you are. You can get used to your new home. I'll see you in three months." The bright lights went out quickly. Angelo could feel the leather straps being removed. He jumped up quickly but was disoriented and off-balance and fell into a heap. There was the thud of a door closing - solidly, securely and with a strange finality. Within just a few moments the room became bathed in a dim but even red light. Angelo sat up on the floor. He reached up to massage his tender, just pierced breasts within their covering. There was a soft beeping in his ears. At the bottom right of his visor the type PLEASURE MODE 3 - ACTIVATED WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION - BEGINNING NOW appeared in green. He felt a tightening and a pulsing around his captive penis. There was a growing, gentle vibration in his balls. It was an extremely pleasurable sensation that caused him to harden. He kept fondling his breasts and the tender, small, pierced nipples within. The feelings and intensity increased steadily. As his cock grew inside of its prison, so did the opposing pressure exerted on it by the liner. Soon, there was far too much pressure there. He needed release. He reached down quickly to grab hold of the huge now aching golden-clad cock between his legs. There was an ear-piercing tone. A violent jolt of electricity shot from his crotch to deep within his ass. He was knocked back onto the floor into a state of semi-consciousness and lay there, breathing hard, with his arms outstretched in the missionary position. As the effects of the shock subsided he could read the flashing red type in his visor. TRAINING MODE 1 - CAUTION - KEEP BRACELETS AT LEAST 18 INCHES AWAY. Once he had regained some of his composure he pushed back on the floor with the palms of his hands and raised himself to a seated position. The cock sticking out of his rear made it difficult to find just the right angle that was bearable. He slowly brought his hands up. He needed to check this out again, but carefully this time. He looked at his wrists and noted the identical thin chain bracelets. The clasp was about an inch long and each had an inscription. One read FUCK while the other read ME. Slowly he brought his hands up to his breasts. As he got to about eight inches from them the erotic feelings between his legs started slowly and the message once again appeared in his visor. As he backed off both faded away. Dare he try his crotch? He had to know. Ever so slowly he moved his hands down and inward. Nothing happened until he was about a foot and a half away from the protruding golden shaft. As he inched closer there was a tone that began to increase in both pitch and intensity. There was a tingling on his imprisoned cock like ants were crawling on it. The pressure of the liner began to increase. The red message began to appear. Quickly he drew his hands away and everything faded slowly away. "Whew! So, it can be controlled. There are definite rules," he thought to himself. He reached up to touch his face but found that there was nothing to feel. There was no direct contact possible through the hood. The thick rubber hood completely covered his head and there seemed to be no opening other than his mouth. The front part that covered his face was soft and gushy to the touch like there was a layer of liquid in there. His nose was covered and he could breathe only through his mouth. Try as he might he could not close his mouth. It was held open at least an inch. It could go wider but could not be shut. He tried to talk but could not create intelligible sounds with his mouth restricted in such a way. He bent forward and reached out to his feet. The shoes were forcing his feet into high arches. His toes were being crammed into black patent points. Already they hurt like hell. He felt the heels. They had backs on them through which a fine steel chain ran locking them on his ankles. Underneath, they were solid steel, pencil thin and at least five inches high. There was no midsection to the side of the shoes - just pointy toes and a heel connected by a thin soft plastic-covered sole that was permanently shaped out of solid titanium. They looked open and light but were un-yielding and un-removable. Angelo reached up to the bench he had fallen from. He grabbed hold of something solid and pulled himself up. He tottered on his heels and looked down at the bench. The bench was in the shape of a human torso and was lined with a soft plastic material that had very fine perforations in it. There were rods that stuck out and supported small foot rests that were similar to the stirrups on a doctor's examining table. However, these were obviously formed to exactly mate with the heel of his shoes and hold them in place. In the middle of the lower part, where the torso rested, there was a hole that would receive his tail so that he could lie down comfortably. He looked down at his hand to see that he had pulled himself up by grabbing onto one of the two outstretched armrests. Each ended in a metallic disc. In the middle of each disk stood a thick, six-inch tall penis replica. They were made of the same soft plastic as the bench and also seemed to have many fine perforations all over them. The room was very sparse. Other than the bench there was a glass-enclosed shower in the corner of the room. There was also a treadmill in the opposite corner. The walls were covered with realistic drawings of penises that seemed to be floating out from the walls. This was accomplished by having his goggles polarized in opposing directions like a pair of glasses for a 3-D movie. Every wall seemed to have cocks sticking out at him that followed him as he moved about. The ceiling had about fifty cocks that were at least a foot long hanging down so that about the last inch was within his reach. Angelo let go of the bench and moved over to the wall that contained these new fixtures. He wobbled unsteadily across the room. He found that if he kept his arms out to his side it not only helped keep his balance but kept the bracelets away from his crotch. The door to the glass shower had a handle that was shaped like a penis. Inside, the single control lever for the water was also a big cock replica. Even the showerhead itself was a penis with a large hole in the tip from which the water could spray. The treadmill was extremely narrow and had - you guessed it - two large penis handles to hang on to. There were no sides or other supports. He hoped that he would not have to get on this contraption but knew that was its only reason for being there. He turned around and saw that the opposing wall also had some other objects going along it at a height of perhaps waist level. Angelo took about twenty small steps to get across the room. Sticking out from the wall were two large and erect cocks. They were about four feet apart. In between them were another three cocks that were evenly spaced and just hanging limply, looking strangely out of place. He took one step closer to the wall and a green light came on above the leftmost limp dick. In the upper portion of his visor a message flashed: FEEDING PERIOD. Type scrolled across the screen: One time message to new user ---- KNEEL ---- TAKE TWO OUTSIDE MEMBERS IN HANDS ---- STIMULATE ---- TAKE NOURISHMENT FROM INDICATED SOURCE ---- Angelo stood there dumbfounded for several seconds. The message in his visor disappeared and the word NOW flashed three times. Then a countdown began from nine. The feeling of the ants on his own dick began to grow and he knew what was coming. He quickly knelt before the wall and stretched out his two hands to grab hold of the outside hard cocks and start jerking on them. The middle cock with the green light above it grew hard and big as he took it in his mouth. The countdown stopped and the tingling subsided. However he was now in another quandary. The cock he was sucking on was small when he started but had grown large inside of his mouth. Now it was trapped in his mouth by the clips in the corners of the mouth opening of his hood. It was now far too large to come out! He could not breathe through his nose and the cock continued to engorge itself, slowly cutting off his air supply. FASTER - HARDER - DEEPER flashed the message in his visor. He worked hard to comply and was rewarded with a long spurt of a bitter-tasting creamy liquid, which he had no choice but to swallow. As soon as he swallowed, the cock shrank and released him. Gasping for air, his head fell into his own lap and nearly reached his own cock. "This can't be happening to me," he thought. "It's a dream - A nightmare. There's no way that I'll ever do that again." He was wrong! -- A message in his visor scrolled: DAILY NUTRITIONAL CYCLE 1 OF 8 COMPLETE - DRINKING CYCLE 1 OF 12 TO BEGIN IN TWENTY MINUTES ---- ORAL PLEASURE CYCLE 1 OF 2 IN 1.5 HOURS. Like it or not, Angelo would have to suck cock twenty-two times each day! He would soon come to like it. He remained kneeling on the floor for several minutes in front of the cocks with his head down contemplating his future. Anger, fear, regret and tears were all mixed-up in him at once. He concentrated and tried to be somewhere else. Images of himself as the big man, with a sexy woman on each arm as he played for high stakes in the casino flashed through his mind and tried to block out reality. Even through his closed eyelids he could see the red light of the message in his visor as it began and brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes and read the message: DRINKING CYCLE 1 OF TWELVE - PROCEED AS FOR NOURISHMENT - DRINK FROM INDICATED SOURCE. A small green light was on above the limp dick that was to the right of center. Angelo rose and took the two big cocks in his hands and moved his parched lips to the waiting phallus. As he sucked he tasted drops of cool, clear water. They were so, so good, so refreshing. It was nice to wash the bitter aftertaste of his previous encounter away. This dick did not grow as big as the first and he was able to slide it in and out of his mouth as he greedily sucked the welcome fluid. In fact, he was a little disappointed when it refused to relinquish any more fluid and the visor flashed: CYCLE COMPLETE - CLEANSING PERIOD NEXT - ENTER CHAMBER NOW - YOU HAVE 60 SECONDS TO COMPLY He rose slowly but deliberately. He wanted to refuse but knew the consequences. He pushed down on the penis-handle to open the glass door and pulled it shut by the cock on the other side. ACTIVATE FLOW VALVE - flashed in his visor. Angelo grabbed and rotated the penis-shaped valve handle and immediately a spray of warm, wonderful water jetted from the tip of the big cock above him. It was just at the perfect temperature. The pressure was strong but enjoyable. After about five minutes however the water stopped. And then, from the tip of the big dick, a slimy fluid was sprayed out in a fine mist. The spray lasted only about five seconds but it spread out and covered every inch of him from head to toe. Only his head, breasts and crotch were protected from the spray by their coverings. It felt awful! - slimy and quickly growing cold. He grabbed hold of the penis door handle but it would not move. Warm air started to flow up through the grate that formed the floor. The heat and the velocity increased and then stopped. He looked down and the goo was gone. There was a slight, pleasurable tingling all over his body. The door clicked. He tried the handle and it opened freely. The message: PROCEED TO PLEASURE CYCLE USING CENTER MEMBER AS INDICATED - appeared in his visor. He looked across the room and saw the light above the middle limp dick flash. The cock below it seemed to pulse slightly in unison. "No! No! I can't do it!" he tried to scream. He fell to his knees and began to weep as he felt the electricity start to tingle in his groin. It continued to mount, Inch by inch he began to crawl across the room to the flashing light. It seemed like an eternity but it took only a few seconds. As he took the pulsing member into his mouth it swelled with gratitude. Like in his drinking encounter, it did not grow to an extreme size as his first experience had done. Instead it just oozed out the most wonderful tasting fluid that Angelo had ever experienced. His head began to swim as his tongue moved all around and he sucked hard on the pleasure stick. It was the sweetest candy he had ever tasted. What he could not know was that the fluid contained a pleasure-giving addictive drug. The drug would be administered in large doses at first to quickly create a need in him. Then, the dosage would be reduced. This would create a craving inside of him that would remain long after the physical addiction was gone. When it stopped producing, he went on licking it for several minutes until there was no trace of the fluid left. As he rose with a smile on his face a slight dizziness began. A message appeared: PLEASURE CYCLE COMPLETE - COMMENCE REST AND RE- GENERATION PHASE - PROCEED AND STAND ON BLACK LINE AT BASE OF REST TABLE - He moved to the position requested and the head of the table rose up almost ninety degrees. PLACE FEET IN SUPPORTS As he placed each of his heels into the stirrups of the bench he could feel a click as they locked into place. LEAN BACK He leaned back into the soft, warm material. His "tail" met the hole in the table and his ass was quickly pulled in. The table began to move to a horizontal position and his entire torso was drawn down into the soft plastic by a vacuum though the tiny perforations in the material. His head was held fast too. The only thing that he could move was his arms and hands. The warm, fuzzy feeling continued to grow and his mind spun as a kind of euphoria took hold of him from the psychotropic drug that was a part of what he had enjoyed a few moments earlier. A final message scrolled by while he was still able to read and understand. YOU MUST MAINTAIN CONTACT WITH BOTH MEMBERS THROUGHOUT THE REST AND REGENERATION PERIOD - LOSS OF CONTACT WILL NOT BE ALLOWED He reached out to the two disks and took a cock in each hand and held them tight. A vacuum began and his hands were sucked tight onto the two big cocks. They began to move in s slight circular motion and throb at the same time. The identical motion of the cocks in his hands was matched by the one in his rear. A warm fluid was pumped into his ass. It slowly filled his insides. A pleasant buzzing began in his ears like a thousand soft whispers. He drifted off into a deep, deep sleep. Throughout his rest he had the strangest dreams. There was a six-year-old girl getting her first Barbie doll at Christmas. There were ballet and dance lessons. Dress-up sessions and makeup parties. High-heels. Home economics classes. The high-school prom. The sweet memory of a first kiss and --- the pain and pleasure of first love. When he awoke, he could remember only scattered bits and pieces. With each sleep cycle the dreams would repeat. At each awakening, the memory of them would become clearer and easier to remember. When he opened his eyes he did not know if it was day or night. Time had no meaning. He could feel a pain in his guts. He felt like he had eaten far too much. There was a soft whoosh and the vacuum that held his hands in place ceased. His hands were free. He started to reach for his aching belly. The visor scrolled a new message: PLEASURE PHASE 2 - BEGIN BREAST MANIPULATION He slowly reached his aching hands up to his hairy chest and started to fondle the big, soft breasts in his bra. His tiny nipples felt warm and nice. The cock in his ass began to grow and pulse deep inside of him. In front of him, his huge golden member began to tighten its grip around its smaller prisoner within. A tingling began at the top of the base of his own trapped cock. Very slight jolts of electricity were sent in waves from this point to deep inside of him. There was so much pleasure! Again and again it happened. Each wave greater than the next. Then there was one big jolt. His body tried to heave upwards. His visor flashed the words: ELIMINATION PHASE The pressure in his belly immediately subsided. The combination of his own bodily waste and the fluids that had been pumped into him were now quickly evacuated by reversing the flow through the cock inside of his ass in one big whoosh. He wanted to scream! The table began to move upright as the vacuuming process ended. As he reached a vertical position the process was complete. Moments ago he had felt bloated. Now he felt empty. The locks on his feet and the cock in his ass were released. The suction on his torso and head stopped. There was a click at his feet. A message flashed: TAKE NOURISHMENT The light above the feeding cock flashed. He quickly knelt and took the two big outside members in his sore hands. He began manipulating as hard as he could. The cock grew immediately and filled his mouth. He found that if he took it deep enough in his throat he could cause more fluid to be released quicker. This procedure also released him faster and avoided much of the bitter taste. Never the less he was glad when the message flashed for an immediate drinking cycle and was able to enjoy a cleansing and refreshing drink as he sucked and licked the drinking phallus through its period of emission. EXERCISE PERIOD - MOUNT TREADMILL NOW, appeared in his visor. He moved to the machine. Its belt began to move very slowly. MOUNT TREADMILL NOW, began to flash. He raised one foot and then had to grab hold of the penis handles to get onto the machine. The handles were hard but had the same perforated plastic covering as the ones on his resting table. His hands were quickly held fast. He lifted his other foot onto the moving belt. Because the belt was so narrow he found that it was necessary to place one foot in front of the other in order to be able to walk. He could only accomplish this by swinging his hips for each step. He caught on quickly and it soon became strained, but do-able with constant concentration. Just as he caught on, the treadmill began to move faster. Over the period of the next hour it steadily increased in speed. He had no choice but to keep up and swing his hips faster and faster. The heels ached. The cock in his ass twitched from side to side. By the time it stopped, his hips were on fire and his body dripping with sweat. There was a slight whoosh, and his hands were free. CLEANSING PERIOD - ENTER CHAMBER, flashed in his visor. Angelo gratefully and gingerly stepped down off of the belt. He opened the door and entered the chamber willingly. He looked forward to the relaxing feel of the warm water jets on his body. He opened the penis valve. However, the reward he expected did not come. First there was a cold yellow, mist that sprayed out of the shower dick. It sprayed out for at least a minute and again covered him completely. The warm air then came on. The yellow ooze turned tight and hard and then began to crack and fall off as it turned to a fine powder. The water jets came to life at last. They were so welcome. For ten marvelous minutes Angelo closed his eyes and reveled in their pulsating massage. The warm water sluicing down his body was so relaxing and renewing. It felt so smooth and sensual. Throughout the warm air cycle the air felt stronger than ever against his body. It seemed to take less time to dry him off. The airflow stopped. As he reached for the door handle Angelo looked at his arm and hand. Something was different. His hand, his arm and almost his entire body were now smooth and hairless. Only the hair on his head and under his pubic belt were protected and saved from the sprays. He lamented over his formerly strong hairy arms and his hairy masculine chest. His legs were now as smooth as silk. "It will all grow back as soon as I'm outa here," he thought. But it would not. In just a few more treatments his hairless condition would be permanent. Also, as the treatments continued, his skin would tighten and become much softer and smoother. Under the bra and hood, a variation of the same chemicals was present. He would never have to shave again. His face would become as soft and smooth. Even his bushy eyebrows would not be spared. Other trans-dermal chemicals and special forms were also built into the hood. They would penetrate and soften the skin as well as the bone beneath. His face would slowly be re-shaped as if it were clay in a hollow mold. The process was so gradual that he would not feel a thing or even suspect that there was anything going on. When the hood was removed his cheekbones would be higher, his jaw less rugged. His nose would have become smaller and more delicate. The inserts of his bra were also filled with a liquid. A concoction that would slowly pass into his own body through the pierced studs. His breasts would grow un-noticed to him beneath their shiny coverings. When all of the mixture was transferred they would be the exact shape and size of the forms that he now wore. The nipples and aureoles would grow to several times their present size and become extremely sensitive and capable of much pleasure. Over the next days, and weeks and months Angelo was slowly re-made. His mind and his body were constantly subjected to chemicals and physical as well as psychological conditioning. Fluids, drugs and hormones were pumped in and out of him. The visor and the auditory transducers mercilessly planted memories, messages and experiences directly into his brain. The belt around his waist shrunk in size a little bit everyday. His trapped cock was squeezed harder and harder. His balls shrank until they were able to slip out of their golden covering and retreat deep inside of his body where they would remain. Inside of the golden phallus, his dick was squeezed until there was only a small nub left. The cock in his ass retreated. The liner in the belted- on phallus continued to force its way inward bit by bit until a sizeable cavity was created deep between Angelo's legs. The changes were so gradual and the programming so complete that nothing much seemed to be happening. He was aware that he was losing weight but didn't care. The shape of the torso in his sleeping bench was changing, but so what? He was still able to manage and sleep there. However, he was definitely aware of the increase of sensitivity in his nipples. Under their covering, they grew to the size of pencil erasers and remained constantly erect and extremely sensitive. As they moved closer to the surface of the bra, so did the pleasure. He enjoyed the feelings they gave him so much that he loved every opportunity he was given to stimulate them. There seemed to almost be a hard-wired connection to his crotch and the pleasure he felt there. His daily regimen of sucking cock for food, water and pleasure soon left him loving it. Everywhere he looked, everywhere he went he saw and touched cocks. Even when he slept he had a cock in his hands. There were cocks in his dreams. The vacuum had long been turned off but Angelo's conditioning had been so complete that he could now sleep only with a cock tight in his hands. His periods on the treadmill had become longer and at a much faster pace. After working out for miles each day while swinging his hips and placing his high heels one in front of the other, his enlarged ass wiggled provocatively in his normal walk. His hands had been trained to be kept away from his body and he now normally held them out at his side as he walked. The bright white lights once again bathed Angelo's body. He opened his eyes and saw a familiar face above him. It was Julia. Her hair was in a bun. She had on the same glasses and lab coat as when he last saw her. Was it all a dream? "Well hello there my dear," said Julia in a pleasant and chipper manner. "Your time is up in Room C. Let's get you out of this stuff, out of here and clean you up a bit." She reached into her pocket and brought out a small transmitter. She waved it around his ankles and the locks on the chains popped open. The chains dropped to the floor. She passed it by his wrists and there was another tinkle as they fell to the floor. The penis necklace he had worn for so long followed close behind. The lock to the back of his hood popped open too. Julia slid the zipper up carefully to avoid catching the long hair that was held inside. She lifted up the sides and waved the transmitter by the side of his head. She carefully removed his earplugs and the pierced earrings. The whispers that he had heard in his ears for the past three months suddenly were gone. Ever so slowly and carefully, she peeled back the hood and removed the visor too. He felt as if part of his face was being removed. At last he was free of the covering that had totally surrounded his head for so long. The caress of the cool air felt wonderful on his skin. Julia gently stroked his soft, pink cheek with the back of her hand. It made him shiver. "Very nice!" she said. "Very, very nice!" Then she waved the transmitter at his breasts. The lock popped open and Julia carefully removed the bra. She reached for the tiny gold stud at the apex of each nipple. They slid out of the tiny holes easily. The nipples were still large and the surrounding now dollar-sized aureoles provided a perfect setting for them. The breasts had grown to a C-cup and were firm and round. They were capable of going without any means of visible support. They would bounce wonderfully and draw much attention. Just then, there was a beeping at his belly and the heart-shaped time lock popped open all by itself. Julia once again rolled him onto his side, "This is going to be interesting," she said. "?Very interesting" She unhooked the chain connecting the intruder to the belt. Slowly she reached down and with a slow, twisting motion pulled a skinny little three-inch dildo from his ass. Then she removed the belt and the heart that it held. She placed it on the table next to the bench. There was a twelve-inch cock sticking out from a soft heart-shaped hairy patch between his legs. Her eyes were wide and she licked her lips as she took hold of the golden phallus. "How about a little kiss?" she said as she bent over and forced her tongue into his mouth. Angelo whimpered as she twisted the phallus slightly and began to pull up on it. He expected it would just slide off of his cock easily. It had been imprisoned inside the sheath so long ago and he remembered the pressure that was once put upon it. There was no pressure now. It was not to be as he expected. Julia twisted and pulled and pushed ever so gently and slowly as her kisses became more ardent. He wanted to scream but couldn't with her tongue deep in his throat. Bit by bit, she pulled up another twelve inches of cock from the hole that had grown between Angelo's legs! She withdrew her tongue and held up a 24-inch double-ended golden dildo before him. His whole midsection felt empty and heaved upward as he began to sob. "Now, let's check something and get your voice going at the same time," she said with a smile. She wiped the warm tears from his cheeks, stroked his forehead once and then moved her hand to his chest. She took one of his large, firm nipples in her hand. She gently rolled it between her thumb and forefinger. Both nipples grew. Angelo's breathing came faster. She looked down at his crotch. Julia let out a giggle as she saw the glistening wetness start down there. She reached down to the little triangular, soft, hairy patch that was now between his legs. She parted the lips that were now there and took a close look. She reached in and stroked what was left of his cock. She bent over and took his other nipple in her mouth and sucked on it ever so gently. Angelo began to moan softly. The pleasure grew quickly in Julia's experienced hands. In just a few moments his body heaved upwards and he let out the first real sound he had uttered in months. It was a high-pitched scream of total ecstasy! As he collapsed and languished in the after-glow she whispered in his ear. "Perfect. You turned out just perfect my dear. I promised to fuck you before didn't I? Well, there you are... Your first girly fuck. I hope that enjoyed it as much as I did. What do you think now tough guy?" For the first time in months Angelo could speak. His voice cracked and then the words came out in a soft, sultry feminine tone, "What, what have you done to me. That's not me. It can't be me." "Oh, but it is my dear. And, it's just the beginning of things for you. You are going to enjoy many new experiences. I think that your Uncle is going to be quite surprised. You'll be going to visit him a little later. Right now we have to get you cleaned up and looking a bit more presentable." His crotch was still throbbing as she poured some liquid onto a surgical sponge, folded it in half and placed it into the slit of his new pussy. It felt cool and the throbbing subsided. She reached her hands under her white coat. She pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She held the tiny black garment up before him. "Remember I said I would let you into my panties? Well now is the time. She slid them up his smooth legs. They were satiny black in a thong style. The back strap disappeared between his ass cheeks. As she positioned them she removed the sponge. He felt nothing inside of him now. Just the warm panties gently caressing his hairy patch. "Feel better? That was a bit if a topical anesthetic. It will wear off in about eight hours. In the meantime, I want you to start enjoying these." She gently passed the back of a fingernail over each of his nipples. They responded as she expected. She took his left nipple between her thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze and pull and twist. Then, she leaned over and took the other in her mouth and again sucked gently. Angelo began to moan again. His moans grew and the pleasure increased as she alternated her technique for what was only about five minutes but seemed timeless to Angelo. When she finished his tits were the center of the world for him. They still throbbed and ached and wanted to be fondled some more. The nipples stood out proudly. She pressed a button under the table. It began to hum and moved to the vertical position. The wall in front of him was a mirror and for the first time in months, Angelo saw his own reflection. There stood a beautiful woman clad only in heels and panties. Her hair was a tousled mass and she had no makeup but she still had a great figure with breasts that belonged on an angel. Angelo grew weak in the knees. "You lost three inches in height and over 80 pounds. Some of what is left has been re-distributed too. Your new measurements are 34-21-36. What do you think? .... Tits not too big. Waist nice and slim. Legs long, shapely and smooth. And a nice big round, high ass. A body any woman would be proud of." Angelo stammered, "But, but I'm not a woman, I'm a..." "A man?" said Julia, completing his sentence. "Don't think so. Not anymore anyways." Another woman appeared briefly and brought in a garment and a pair of shoes. "Step out of your training shoes," said Julia. For the first time in three months Angelo lifted his foot from the metal- soled high-heels. He stepped forward onto the floor. He cried out with pain as he tried to stand. He found that his leg muscles and the arches of his feet had been trained and permanently re-shaped so that he could only stand and walk on tiptoe or in heels. He quickly slid his feet into the new pink satin high-heeled mules that were on the floor. "Hold your hands up please," said Julia. A satiny pink smock was slid down to cover Angelo's new body. It tingled as it slid over his super-sensitive titties. "The other woman appeared again and placed a trenchcoat around his shoulders and spoke to him. "Follow me. The car is just outside. Miss Julia will pick you up later" After a short car ride in the back of a black limousine Angelo found himself sitting in a padded chair in pink room that had a funny smell to it. He could not place the smell. The door opened and a woman entered followed by another one wheeling a small cart. "Hi Honey. I'm Anne and this is Sue. We'll be helping you out this afternoon." She looked Angelo over. "My, my! Where have you been living in the last while? In a prison? ... What a mess your hair is in. And just look at those nails! ... Suzie dear, you can start on the toes while I do the hair... OK" Sue positioned her cart at the base of the chair and sat down on a small stool. "Yep. Looks like this is going to take a while." She attached small basins to the arms of the chair and placed both of his hands into the warm slippery solution they contained. The chair was lowered backwards so that Angelo's head went down into a sink behind him. His feet were simultaneously elevated so that Sue could start her work there. Without saying much Anne turned on the water and shampooed Angelo's now shoulder length hair. She used several applications of detanglers and conditioners and turned the tousled mass into a flowing ribbon of wet silky brown strands. She toweled it semi-dry. Then, she put on a pair of rubber gloves and picked up a bottle. She squirted it in his hair and massaged it through his hair and scalp. Angelo now knew what the smell in the room was from. The massaging felt good and Anne was very thorough. She removed her gloves and let the solution sit for a short while. Angelo fell into a light sleep. Automatically, his hand began tightening into a fist as if he was trying to grasp onto something. He was awakened by warm water rinsing out the chemicals accompanied by Anne's gentle manipulations. She completed the job with a sweet smelling rinse and a fresh towel softly massaged and dried his scalp. As she removed the towel and he opened his eyes, his first sight was of his perfectly polished red toenails. Sue was gone. His eyes went wide with surprise. "Nice job, huh?. Sue really is good!!" said Anne as raised the chair and spun him around so Angelo was facing the mirror for the first time. He slid his hand out from under the pink cape to touch his long now honey- blonde hair. His long red fingernails slid easily through the slightly damp mass. He held out his hands and looked at them in the mirror. As he shook his head in disbelief he could feel the strands bounce against the side of his plain but pretty face. He moved his hands to feel his soft, smooth high cheeks. There were no eyebrows and the complexion was slightly ruddy. The nose was petite. The lips were full. It was a blank but still attractive canvas. He looked like you might imagine a fashion model would look the first thing in the morning. "OK. Lets get you finished up and on your way. They told me you had to be ready by 6:30," said Anne as she picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting. "We still have lots to do." Anne expertly cut and shaped Angelo's hair and then put it up in rollers. A dryer was wheeled in. "I'll be back in about twenty minutes," said Anne ad she placed a magazine in his lap and positioned the dryer before switching it on. The constant drone of the hair dryer kept Angelo awake and thumbing through the latest fashions in his Cosmopolitan magazine. He looked at fashions and hair-doo's in a totally new light as he wondered how they would look on him. Anne came back accompanied by a young, petite, Oriental lady in an open white smock. She was wheeling a black lacquered cart much like a tall toolbox. The young lady sported high black boots that laced up the back. They had five inch heels that were polished chrome and spikey thin. She had on a tight, black leather dress that was heavily boned about the midsection. It featured a collar that encircled her neck with a chrome plated padlock in the back. The padlock also connected to the back zipper. The top of the dress was cut open in an oval revealing much of her ample bosom. There were slits up both sides, almost to the hip. You could see her gleaming heart-shaped silver garter tabs at the top of the jet-black hose whenever she moved. Her pale complexion contrasted her deep red lipstick and heavy, dark eye makeup that accentuated her almond shaped eyes. Large, gleaming silver hoops passed through her ears and flashed in the light. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that extended to the small of her back. It was extremely fine, straight and the color of the blackest, purest coal. Anne introduced her, "This is Ming. Ming will help with some finishing touches while I work on your hair. Ming bowed slightly and wasted no time as she swiveled the chair sideways, toward her and her cart. She spread a gooey green liquid onto his entire face. He closed his eyes and in just a few seconds found that they were stuck shut. The gel that was cool at first, soon became tight and tingly. He reached out a hand from under his nylon cape but it was firmly guided back to the armrest. He felt a gentle pat on his hand. "You rerax preeze. Ming do job. Ming do very good job. You trust me. You will rike. You see soon. Rerax." Anne undid rollers and combed and brushed Angelo's hair. She was seeming to take forever. Ming continued to work on Angelo's face. He could hardly feel the tingling of the blue gel anymore. His whole face felt numb. He knew she was there as he could feel the warmth of her body and hear her rhythmic breathing in front of him. She was doing things to his face but he had no idea what as he could not see or feel a thing there. "Preeze keep eyes shut. I tell you when to open." Ming's hands reached up to Angelo's temples. They rolled the gel slightly until she could grasp it with a thumb and forefinger on each side. She pulled equally with both hands and pulled back the gel as if it were a layer of latex. She did something around Angelo's eyes . "Keep eyes tight. You no breave. When I say, you hold breaf till ten second. Then you breave and open eyes. "OK. Now no breave" Ming sprayed a mist all over Angelo's face and then fanned away the residue in the air. "Free, two , run ... You fine now. Rook nice. Ming happy. Hope you be happy too. You can open now" Almost immediately feeling returned to his face. Angelo opened his eyes to see Ming packing up her things and wheeling her cart away. Anne stepped in with a brush, blow dryer and curling iron and spent another ten minutes making adjustments. "What did she do to me?" asked Angelo. "What was that all about?" It was the strangest feeling...." "Well, you are all done Sweets," said Anne. "So let's have a look-see." Anne once again swung the chair around facing the mirror. "Who the hell is that!" shouted Angelo. A familiar voice answered. "Why its you my angel." Julia appeared in the mirror behind Angelo. She had a clothing bag draped over her arm and a duffle bag in her hand. She hung the bag on a nearby hook and put the duffle down. "Thanks Anne. Great job. This is for you," said Julia as she handed Anne an envelope. "And this one is for Ming. Make sure she gets it right away and tell her how pleased I am with her work." "I will do it immediately Miss Julia. Thank you," said an appreciative Anne as she looked in her envelope and quickly left the room with a huge smile on her face. Julia turned back to the reflection in the mirror. "So say goodbye to creepy old Angelo and hello to our beautiful new Angel. In fact, that's your name from now on.--- Angel." "But, but .... It can't be me... I'm, I'm...." "Beautiful? Yes, you certainly are. "What did they do to my face?" "You should be very pleased. Anne is marvelous. And then there is Ming to thank too. She carries the secrets of Chinese princesses. The skin treatment and makeup she has given you is permanent. We asked her to keep it subtle and only basic. Your skin is now smooth and perfect as a baby's bottom. The fine arched brows, the black eyeliner, just a touch of darkness on the lids, a hint of color on the cheekbones and long luscious lashes. Your lips are plump and tinted slightly - I'm sure you will be a great kisser. None of it is going away. You can always add to it if you want more drama with regular cosmetics. But, you will wear that beautiful girly face to your grave. - Just like the rest of your gorgeous bod. Many women would kill to be you" "But I'm no woman. I'm Angelo Tiatziano. Heir to the Tiatziano fortune. If my father could see this he'd put a hit on all of you." "Wrong. Your father is dead. Your Uncle Vince controls all of the family fortune and business in 3 of the 4 territories. Angelo is officially dead too and in his place is Angel. Get used to it because Angel Titz is your new legal name - kind of fitting don't you think since you came up with it? You are now the legal ward of Vincent Tiatziano. You are now to be called only by your new name and you will love it." "Uncle Vince. Where is Uncle Vince? .... He'll fix this. He'll put me back the way I was." "Wrong again sweetheart. Uncle Vince did this to you. But, even if he wanted to he couldn't reverse it. Knowing Vince, he has a plan. You can ask him. You are on your way to having dinner with him at Club Gratzi. So get up out of that chair, lets get you dressed and on your way." She gently took Angel by the forearm and helped her out of the chair. Her knees were like jello. She nearly collapsed as Julia slid a tall chrome stool out. It was cold on her rear but it took the strain off of her legs for the moment. "I don't want to mess up even a single strand of your beautiful hair," said Julia as she picked up a pair of Anne's scissors and cut down the back of the satin shift that was her only covering. She grabbed the front at the neck and pulled away the rag and simply dropped it to the ground. Then she moved in to hook her thumbs into the waistband of the tiny panties that were her only remaining clothing. As she did so she was brought inches away from Angel's breasts. She could not help bestowing a kiss on each. "Wow! Angel Titz is right!!" She pulled off the panties and added them to the heap. "Here, put these on first," ordered Julia as she placed a package of nylon stockings into Angel's hand. Totally naked, she sat up on the cold metal stool. She slid her slippers off and let them fall to the floor. She put one foot on the rung of the chair while she began to rollup the hose and slide them up the other. She performed perfectly naturally as she had done this and other feminine tasks hundreds of times in her dreams in Room C. They felt so good as she slid them on. Julia reached into the bag and then went around back and fastened a garter belt around her waist. "Be careful with those stockings. Sheerest you can get. $25 a pair at Saks." She pulled on the elastic garter straps and secured the nylons in place. Julia pulled a pair of red sparkling pumps with slender four inch heels from the bag and placed them on the floor in front of the stool. She hooked her toes into them and slipped them on her feet. Julia knelt down on one knee and placed a red shiny satin thong panty on her legs and slid it up partway. "Stand up now and pull up your panties like a big girl," she ordered. As she zipped open the long garment bag, Angel slid the tiny panties into place and felt the backstrap disappear into her ass. It looked like thongs were to be her style from now on. She reached down to feel the front. It was so soft and silky and smooth and felt so good. "There, there. Stop that!" Julia slapped Angel's hand with a playful smile. "There'll be none of that now. We've got business to do." She was jarred back to reality and briefly wondered what in the hell she was doing. Julia placed a pile of fabric onto the floor and had Angel step into it and pull it up onto her body. The dress was red and matched the sparking shoes. It was long and slit up the side to mid-thigh. Julia slid up the short back zipper. The midsection became tight and further snugged in her tiny waist. The boning in front helped to display her beautiful breasts which were capable of going strapless and backless for all to admire. "I wonder where Tom Cruise is because baby, you look like you are heading to the red carpet at the academy awards" Julia brought out some sparkling gel and rubbed it onto Angel's upper body and then sprayed her wrists, neck and cleavage with Channel. "Oh shit! - the jewelry," swore Julia. "I was so taken I almost forgot." She reached down into the bag again and came up with a black velvet box. Light seemed to radiate from it as Julia opened it in front of Angel. "Wow!!! - Are they real?" asked Angel. "Almost $250 thou real," smiled back Julia. Julia first took out the necklace and placed it around Angel's neck. It was a diamond encrusted heart pendant that rested just a few inches above Angel's magnificent cleavage and further called attention to that area. Then, a diamond tennis bracelet went around one wrist and a delicate diamond Piaget watch on the other. Lastly Julia removed the earrings from the box and placed them into Angel's pierced ears. They were at least a carat each. The backer went on with a snap of finality and could never be removed. Both of them let out a knowing girlish giggle and said in unison, "Diamonds are forever." They excitedly snapped the second earring in place and completed the ensemble. Julia looked at her watch. "Holy crap! Look at the time. You've Got to go. The limo is outside waiting." "No. Wait. First I have to see. I have to... Please Julia" "Well OK. But just for a few seconds. There is a mirrored hallway if we go through reception." Julia opened the door and took Angel by the hand. As she stepped through the door and saw the fantastic apparition mimic every movement, Angel could not believe her eyes. Next to a smiling Julia stood the most perfect woman she had ever seen. The hair was golden blonde, long but done meticulously with a wispy curl by each diamond studded ear. Her face was like the perfect model in a romantic painting. Her upper body sparkled and the diamond heart drew the onlooker's eyes directly to the most inviting set of C-cup breasts that anyone could have imagined in their dreams. The red dress sparkled with every movement. Its slit allowed just the briefest glimpse of long, silky, beautiful legs perched on fantastic heels. "Time to go or weese gonna be late. Da boss don't like to be kept waitin." The voice from the limo was vaguely familiar. "Hurry," said Julia as she gave Angel a pat on the rear. "I'll be