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Escape Ch.3 Before I begin with the story, I'd like to thank all the readers for all the kind and constructive feedbacks. I apologize for the longer wait for this chapter. Your patience was very much appreciated. I hope you guys will enjoy this one as well. WARNING: This story contains TG, masturbations and incest Beautiful and Smart A week had come and gone after the horrible accident. Sarah Patterson was driving her white Prius Hybrid on her usual route to work. It was a beautiful Monday morning and the Sun was just half way rising from the far away horizon. The traffic was bearable as it was still earlier than the usual times that most people would start their journey to work. The 29 year old scientist had to start early because her supposed workplace at Houston's NASA was a good two hours drive away. As a result, she would have to start her journey before 7am on a daily basis to reach 'NASA' by nine; only that her actual destination was barely an hour drive away from her high-end apartment she was sharing with her surgeon boyfriend. The agency required her to keep her involvement with the CIA research wing a secret from even her closest, hence the deception to convince her family and friends, including the man who she shared her bed with. It had to be NASA as Patterson's impressive qualification wouldn't have convinced anyone if she was working elsewhere. So, her real employer had gone as far as creating a fake record for her at the national space and astronomy headquarters complete with access passes and salary benefits for the past five years since joining the CIA. Sarah exited the increasingly busy highway into a smaller road which would connect her to Route 63. They had managed to build a temporary divertion around the wreckages two days after the accident to cope with the traffic. Every time she drove past the site, chills would run down her spine. The devastations were obvious. Investigators, reporters, police, forest rangers and forensics were still on the scene to sort things out. By the looks of it, weeks would be required before normality resumed at Route 63. At the end of the temporary passage, Sarah steered her Prius back into the main road away from the accident site as it started to remind her of the AER. Two weeks ago, she was celebrating with her mentor, Professor Eugene Philips after their successful revival of prisoner Torres from the live- skin. The AER was a success for being able to convert its target into a costume-like disguise without compromising the target's life. The impersonator would obtain the target's memory while retaining his own. The joyous mood was cut short by the accident a week ago which resulted in the missing of all their hard work especially for the past five years. It was not so much of losing the ultimate disguise invention itself that worried her but the prospect of it falling into the wrong hands. Her worst fear though, was the possibility of it landing into the hands of prisoner Torres, whom by some chance happened to be in the crash on that fateful day. She was the only person present when Professor Phillips nonchalantly blurted out all the supposedly confidential information to Mr. Torres. It was impossible to stop her mentor when he was that excited. In the end, if the death row prisoner did get his hand on the AER gun, both she and the 70 year old inventor would be in deep trouble. She had thought about doing the right thing by revealing it to her superiors but she had promised the elderly scientist to keep it between the two of them. Apart from being such an inspiration, the professor had really been such a sweet gentleman and almost like a grandfather to her. The DNA report a few days ago relieved her of all the weight on her shoulder when it officially confirmed the death of prisoner Torres and the other prisoners on the bus. All that was left now was for the agency to recover the missing disguise tool and keep the technology under wrap. Her job, more importantly, was to assist the professor in building a new and improved version. The optimistic contemplation brought a smile onto her angelic face as she directed her Hybrid off Route 63 and into a small alley which led to a couple of abandoned warehouse. She had always thought that it was odd for one of the 'abandoned' property to have an active round-the-clock security post. Sarah stopped her car at the security check point to wave at Richard Matthew who was manning the post today. The guard recognized her immediately but was still required to follow strict procedure to scan her access card and her finger print before entry. "Good morning Miss Patterson, early as usual," Matthew greeted while providing a compact identification gadget for Sarah to place her access card simultaneously with her right thumb. "Good morning Richard. You know about the traffic. Better to avoid it that to get stuck in it. By the way, they told me that your wife's just given birth. Congratulations!" Sarah said as the ID gadget produced a green light. "Thanks... It's a boy. My second" The proud father blushed and managed to show a photo of his newborn to Sarah. "Aaww, he's so cute! Will you be a darling and send my regards to Annie." "Sure thing. You have a nice day, Miss Patterson," Matthew said while retreating back into his station to allow the young scientist through under the lifting boom gate. She drove to the side of the warehouse where another secret door detected her arrival and lifted slowly. Once fully ajar, she maneuvered the vehicle into an enclosed space which later descended into a hidden parking area. Professor Phillip's classic Beetle was already parked at its designated bay. It could never surprise Sarah to find the good old professor arrived earlier than she did. Sometimes, she wondered if the obsessive scientist had even left the secret lab at all. Pulling up right beside the antique car, Sarah checked her appearance in the cars mirror. As of any other day, she wore light make-up to work. She had always felt blessed to be considered attractive by men, and on certain occasion, even women. Heavy cosmetic was never required to elevate her already apparent beauty. Her delicate fingers casually stroke a few strands of her natural blonde hair away from her forehead to the back of her left ear. The rest of her lovely blonde tresses were neatly tied up in a bun. Sarah grabbed her hand bag sitting on the passenger side and let herself off her environment friendly vehicle. She straightened the mid-thigh skirt of her navy blue business suit. Sarah had never failed to dress provocatively while remaining perfectly professional. Her short skirt was complimented by a matching jacket. The skirt was so deliciously tight that every contour of her slim legs were visible. Its back-slit which was designed for greater freedom of movement showed off more of her thigh. Sarah's jacket fitted as perfectly as the skirt with fabric pulled in at the waist as the swell of her breasts became prominent. Her unusually long legs finish in black patent high heels as she gracefully walked towards the elevator. The sounds of her heels echoed around the hidden basement followed by the electronic tone of the elevator as it opened its door for the gorgeous blonde. She was further descended two floors down to arrive at her actual workplace: the secret CIA research laboratory. The administration staffs were yet to be seen since it was still well before actual working hours. Sarah sauntered towards a restricted area only she and Professor Phillips had clearance. She placed her ocean blue eyes at the scanner to have her retinal pattern verified before the door to the restricted area was unlocked. In no time, Sarah Patterson was sitting in front of her lab computer typing in the password to the AER reports and blueprint. The professor wasn't at his desk when she let herself in. She guessed that he must have slept in the experiment room again. The beautiful blonde recommenced her analysis of the AER blueprint until she heard movement behind her desk. When she swiveled around on her chair to the attention of the noise, she was stunned by the sight before her. Sarah's hands tried to cover her gapping mouth causing her to drop the dossier of documents she was holding. The spectacle of Professor Eugene Phillips standing in front of her naked while holding what looked like an older version of the AER was too much for the young scientist to take in. "Hello Sarah. I'm sorry that I have to do this to you, but this is for the greater good of Science. There are still so much more to be achieved," the 70 year old naked professor said. His 7 inch erection was obvious and quite impressive for someone of his age. "Professor Phillips, are you okay? Is that an AER gun?" Sarah enquired with a slight tremble in her voice. "Had the professor gone mad?" she thought. "Yes, this is the copy of the AER gun I've secretly build just in case I needed to utilize it for situation like this. I couldn't risk you telling them about Torres. My life-long works would be taken away from me. Besides, I've always been curious about what it's like to be young again like you. I've gone through your medical records and liked what I've observed. I have also enjoyed the brief moment I had wearing you 2 weeks ago. The body of a beautiful woman like yours surely is different but in a very pleasurable way," Professor Phillips said. "I don't understand. What do you mean you had worn me?" Sarah questioned, trying to buy time as her slender hand was reaching under her desk for the emergency button to alert the security personnel. However, her attempt was halted by the speed of the AER's beams as they made contact with her body. The evil grin on Professor Phillips face was the last thing that Sarah Patterson saw before she was being converted into a bunch of skins crumpled with her clothes on the floor. The real Miss Patterson would never see another face again. ***** 24 Hours Earlier The hospital was the last place on earth that Professor Phillips would want to be if he had any choices. He hated the place for all the painful memories it brought especially those of his suffering wife. He couldn't do anything but watched as Lisa's life was consumed by the most aggressive form of breast cancer. She died at the very young age of forty. Consequently, he became reluctant to seek treatment for his worsening arthritis, not if he had to visit another medical institution. This had resulted in him taking inappropriate doses of numerous pain killers to bring some relief to his agonizing joint pain. The loads of the medications were shutting down his kidney at a pace quicker than he could realize. He was told by this very same hospital that his kidneys were failing and hemodialysis seemed inevitable. Professor Phillips' visit today, however, had nothing to do with his health. He needed to see the man who was the last to have seen the AER before it had gone missing. CIA agent Bradley Kingston was also rumoured to have witnessed Adrian Torres walking out of the wreckages alive. He had somehow knew the agency had fabricated the DNA result to avoid a state of panic among the public. Therefore, getting answers directly from the mouth of agent Kingston was the only solace for the professor. It would also affect the timing of his hideous plan. The heavy odor of medications almost changed his mind upon stepping into the lobby of the huge hospital. After a quick enquiries with the facility's receptionist, Professor Phillips found himself staring at the entrance of agent Kingston's ward 15 minutes later. The deformities of his knee joint from the arthritis forced him to pace himself slowly as he entered the single bedded ward of the CIA agent. He would need a walking cane soon, the elderly man thought. As he was entering the room, he overheard Kingston's exchanges on the phone about some important clues that would lead to the fugitives and the AER. That accidental revelation almost stopped the heart of the old inventor. He needed to find out more as he pretended to clear his throat to grab the attention of agent Kingston. The presence of a visitor forced the patient to end the phone conversation rather abruptly. "..have to get back to you... Alright," Kingston ended the call before turning his attention to the professor. "Professor Phillips?" "Agent Kingston. I hope I'm not interrupting. I came to see how you are doing." Phillips said while anxiously rubbing his hands together in front of his belly. There was a short delay to think about the appropriate words before Kingston said, "I'm sorry, about the AER. I should have done better to protect it." "Don't beat yourself too much over it. It was an accident after all. A terrible one, if I might add. You've done all that you could. I'm sorry to hear about Ms. McCarthy and most of all, about your leg," the professor said trying his best to sound sincere. "Thanks for your concern, professor. McCarthy was a good agent. We were just beginning to get along really well. As for my leg, I'm done mourning. I've come to accept the predicaments. As a whole, the doctors were encouraged by the progress of my recovery. They are removing the pins and rods from my one remaining leg in a few days time. Meanwhile, I'm getting really comfortable with the prosthetic." Kingston said. There was a moment of silence before Professor Phillips revealed the more important reason for his visit. "I hope you don't mind but I overheard your phone conversation earlier about the AER and some fugitives." Kingston hesitated for a brief second. Then he looked over the shoulder of the elderly man to see if there's anyone else at the doorway. He requested the assistance of his visitor to close the door, signalling the need of privacy for what he was about to share. "Professor, I trust that what I'm about to share with you wouldn't be made known to anyone else." The professor just nodded but his curiosity showed. "All five of the prisoners on the bus that day was still alive. At least, they were still alive when I saw them walked out of the wreckages. More importantly, I saw them walked away with the AER." Professor Phillip's heart was pounding even though the words had barely sunk in. If all of the prisoners were alive, this could only mean that Torres could probably be out there toying with his invention. "The CIA thinks that the AER was too advanced for the crooks. Nevertheless, they're beginning to catch up to these fugitives. Pieces of incompletely combusted police clothing was found in a barbecue pit by the lakeside of the nearby pine forest. It was believed that the prisoners were smart enough to shed their own uniform and traded them with some of the dead officers before their escape. They were presumed to have found a suitable hiding place before taking off and burning the police uniforms. There were not more than three private cabins which were deemed to be closest to the barbecue pit; the more crowded summer camp was further away. The CIA special team were getting close, but not as close as Agent Jones." Kingston said. "If you don't mind me asking; Who is this, Jones? " the professor asked. "He was the FBI agent who had sent two of the fugitives to prison in the first place. He was determined to accomplish that again. Jones managed to narrow down the possibilities to a family from the suburb of Dallas. But I haven't revealed to Jones about the AER's capabilities, just that it was very important to the CIA. He was strongly advised not to be shot by it though. I think Jones will be able to find those criminals very soon, unless the fugitives found out the real purpose of the AER." The hospital's air conditioning was working fine but sweats still trickled from the professor's forehead. He tried to remained calm and collected. This revelation was also an opportunity for him. "Agent Kingston, I know this is a bit unorthodox but is it alright for me to know how you contacted this FBI agent? I mean, I might be a little over anxious about things but I need to know if the AER is safe." Half an hour later, Professor Phillips drove away from the hospital. His heart was still pounding, but it was more out of excitement rather than fear. It was the worst case scenario he had come to anticipate. At least he had the information required to locate agent Jones and rectify the situation. All he had to do was to get to the fugitives first before the FBI agent or the CIA. Before that though, he needed Sarah's help. To be more precise, he needed Sarah's skin. The prospect of finally rolling out his plan had his heart pumping and the veins of his raging hard-on throbbing. ***** 'Sarah' was grinning at her reflection on the restroom mirror. The former Professor Phillips had just finished putting on the skin of his beautiful lab assistant. The flashback of Sarah Patterson's life had just completed registering into the head of the former 70 year old man. Still naked, the new 'Sarah' began to fondle her ample breasts in front of the mirror. She recognized the familiar sensations 'she' had already experienced a couple of weeks before. It was too brief for her liking then and 'she' craved for more. She was amazed every time how she would get wet by just touching her nipples, though her crotch was already soaking when the former professor's erection vanished under Sarah's skin. He felt like he had stepped into another world altogether. His old glasses wasn't required, the joint pains were gone and the air was fresher courtesy of 'her' new pair of healthy lungs. 'Sarah' moved her hands from her boobs to her hips as she admired her slender body. 'She' remembered the little tattoo of a butterfly on the right cheek of her new derri?re. She was tempted to relocate her delicate right hand to her pudenda but the limited time she had left before the imminent arrival of the lab administration staffs meant she would have to postpone her 'self-explorations' for a more suitable occasion. 'Sarah' picked out her black thong from the clothing resting on the restroom's vanity by the side of the wash basin. The hidden professor was pleased with the choice of his young assistant's sexy lingerie. 'She' slid the silky inner wear up her gracile long legs. The lacy thong was pulled snugly into place. She somehow managed to find the strength to resist feeling the smooth underwear against 'her' new genitalia. Sarah's matching black bra was quickly clasped on, as if 'she' had done it so many times before. The image of the usually professionally dressed young scientist, in nothing but her lingeries was so alluring. 'She' turned away from her sexy reflection and eagerly put on her white blouse followed by the very tight mid-thigh navy blue skirt. After donning the matching tight executive jacket, the new Sarah easily slid her feminine feet into the pair of black 3-inch heels the original Sarah wore to work this morning. 'She' reexamined her appearance, noticing her light make up was still unaffected from the live-skin transformation. Her hair however, was dishevelled. 'Sarah' decided to let her hair down completely knowing that redoing it into a bun would require more time. She made a few feminine pose for her own admiration. With a smile on her flawless face, the 'revitalized' Sarah Patterson gracefully walked out of the restroom. The former Professor Phillips revel in the sensation of 'her' thighs brushed against each other underneath the tightness of the skirt. There was so much left to be done today. The Pursuit Frederick Jones came down to Dallas shortly after identifying the owner of the luxury vacation cabin by the lakeside. It belonged to a wealthy real estate investor and businessman named Oliver Wilson. Jones had yet to find any connection between Wilson and the mobster but the only clue gathered had led to this particular family. His reliable informant had not reported anything that would indicate Robert 'Rocky' Wallansky's return to his 'Corporation' in New York. It wouldn't make sense for the former gang leader to return to his nest so soon after the escape. Law enforcers would be waiting in his backyard. So far, airports and borders immigration had not detected anything suspicious. Agent Jones' gut feeling told him that the fugitives were still hiding in the country and this was the most likely place for him to start searching. Unfortunately, Judges didn't give a damn about gut-feelings. Hence, he would have to gather more evidence to have a search warrant issued. That was exactly what he was trying to do as he parked his car on the opposite side of the road near the entrance to the huge residence. Jones had been there for the last 24 hours. Like a private investigator, he had been snapping photos of the ch?teau's occupants coming in and out through the impressive ten feet tall automatic Iron Gate standing at the main entrance. Big oak trees and high solid walls were lining the perimeter of the residence's plush compound. His surveillance up till now had not yielded anything unusual. The only peculiar thing was the fact that no butlers, housekeepers or gardeners were seen leaving or entering the premise. All he had seen were the family members. It made little sense that a house this size had no helpers around. Earlier this morning, he had observed Mrs. Wilson, a petite blonde in a tight blue pants and white workout tee jogged through the main gates. The body-hugging attire showed off every curve of her slender body. Her wavy hair was tied back into a ponytail. From the information he had gathered, the mother of three had always been an advocate of healthy lifestyle. She had organized multiple charity runs and fundraisers to increase the public's awareness towards the prevention of heart disease and healthy eating. The 42 year old socialite had managed to keep her body in terrific shape. Jones had also noticed the fact that the well- preserved housewife had a strikingly beautiful face which reminded him of some Hollywood actress. Mrs. Wilson's fitness was evident as she managed to complete her 7 miles run in less than an hour. Jones had carefully followed her while she was jogging around the upscale neighborhood. All of the people she had greeted during the outing were of the upper class community. Her every movement and facial expressions didn't reveal anything suspicious. By the end of her running session, agent Jones unintentionally noticed the outline of the lovely blonde's black sports bra through her white sweat drenched shirt. As she was about to re-enter her premise, she did catch a glimpse of the FBI agent's staring eyes. Jones held his breath for a brief moment before Mrs. Wilson gave him a friendly wave and jogged passed the opening gate back into her chateau. If she had discovered herself of being followed, she didn't show any signs of it. An hour later, agent Jones observed as a black GMC Terran driven by Oliver Wilson rolled out through the same gate. There were no other occupants in the SUV. The vision from his digital binocular showed that Mr. Wilson was wearing a black business suit and stripe-patterns tie indicating his journey to work. Apart from looking rather exhausted, the wealthy businessman otherwise showed nothing unusual. Initially, the federal agent was contemplating whether to follow Mr. Wilson or to keep on monitoring the house. In the end, he decided to continue his surveillance of the residence. There wasn't anything significant until after the usual lunch hour when a convertible BMW Z4 appeared from the premise. With its roof withdrawn, Jones could easily identify the driver as 20 year old Olivia Wilson while the passenger was her 17 year old sister Rachel. Both of them appeared cheerful and appropriately dressed to go out, probably to the mall. Olivia had her dark brown hair held back with a pair of sunglasses above her forehead. She was wearing a pink tank top. Her face was very nicely made up. Rachel on the other hand was slightly more casual as she had her long blonde hair tied up in a ponytail just like Mrs. Wilson. She wore a pair of tight short sleeves purple tee with a lighter make-up compared to her sister. Even with the binocular, Jones couldn't see what there were wearing below their waist. Not that he needed to. But the girls obviously carried the genes of their mother as both of them were very attractive as well. His pursuit of the fugitives couldn't make him ignore the beauty of all the ladies he had seen thus far in the Wilson family. After all the years he had spent in the FBI, this was one of the very few occasion where he didn't feel bored doing a surveillance job. In truth, Agent Jones had his fair share of women. The only thing that had kept him from settling down was his job and his lack of commitment to be faithful. After going through two divorces, he dreaded to endure another one. He was lucky enough to avoid alimonies as both of his marriage produced no children. A while after the unsuspecting Wilson sisters drove away in their expensive sports car, agent Jones looked back at the documents containing the profile of the wealthy family. He looked at the photos he had taken of Katherine Wilson and immediately felt captivated by her beauty. Despite her being two years older, she was exactly his type of girl. In the Chateauu The phony Katherine had just completed her 7 mile morning run. After donning the real Katherine Wilson's live-skin a week ago, the former 57 year old Robert 'Rocky' Wallansky decided to reestablish his new life's daily routine. 'She' started working out and cooking regularly for the past couple of days. Without the helpers around, the house was in a bit of a mess especially after their regular family orgies. Even though they were still fucking their brains out of each other, they had tried their best to have the 'indecencies' toned down before the return of the maids. 'Katherine' tried her best to keep up with the house chores but ultimately she couldn't wait for the housekeepers to reassume their roles. She did find herself refreshed after each workout session as she was slowly getting used to the healthy lifestyle. She ran the usual route she had found from the memory of the real Katherine. She greeted her neighbors knowing their name from the real Katherine's memory. If he was in his true form, he wouldn't have lasted even a mile of running. Katherine's body was much lighter and energetic compared to his old overweight physique. Since yesterday though, she felt like she was being watched or followed. Her suspicions were confirmed this morning when she realized the black sedan from yesterday was still parked on the opposite road when she went for her exercise. Her fear intensified when 'she' saw the face of the driver. It was the face that Rocky would not forget even after spending the last three years in death row prison. Frederick Jones was the man responsible for putting him there. He was like a torn in Rocky's mobster life. The FBI agent had been hell-bent to capture him ever since his rise to the top of the mafia throne. So soon after his escape, the cop seemed to be on his tail again. Rocky, now disguised as the lovely Mrs. Wilson, almost panic. But when the make-believe housewife saw agent Jones staring at 'her' boobs, she realized that she was still holding a trump card up her sleeve. There was no way the cop would recognize him unless 'she' gave herself away. So 'Katherine' just gave the stranger her sweetest smile and casually wave to him before she continued jogging back into 'her' residence. Once she was safely inside the privacy of the chateau, the initial panic returned as she quickly seek out her 'husband'. Dr. Kenny Smith in the guise of Oliver Wilson was sipping his morning coffee and reading the paper on the dining table when Katherine interrupted. "We have company, doc!" Katherine said rather uncharacteristically. "What's wrong honey?" the fake Oliver couldn't differentiate whether his wife's rapid breathing was due to her exercise or her anxiety. "Come have a sit," the husband offered as he pulled out a chair for his sweating companion. "You gotta understand the fucking situation here, doc! There's no time for this pretentious crap now. They have found out! There's a car stationed outside since yesterday morning when I went jogging and the car's still there this morning. And guess who I.. I fucking saw in the car this morning?! It's the motha-fucka who nailed me and Torres three years ago. Fuck, fuck.. We're screwed! They are getting close. We must use the damn AER thing to switch to different bodies and get out of here now." Katherine said almost completely resigning back to 'her' Rocky character. In contrast, Oliver looked calm as he took a moment to figure out their situation. His 'wife' was getting impatient with his silence. "Say something doc!" Katherine said as she sat down with her legs wide apart beside the former Dr. Smith. "Honey, I think if they had actually found out, they would have been knocking on our doors by now. For the time being, they are just suspicious and trying to gather more evidence. I believe we still have the upper hand if we continued to act convincingly as the Wilsons. You should take a deep breath and relax. Breaking your character right now would only make it so much easier for them. I suggest you continue doing what you have been doing so well, be the lovely and beautiful lady that you have always dreamt of becoming. Until we find the suitable new identities, this will be our only alternative." Oliver reassured. Katherine seemed a little more settled after listening to the reasoning of her 'husband'. She brought her legs together as she readjusted the way she sat on the chair to a more ladylike manner. After taking a slow and deep breath, she nodded her head in agreement. "Oh dear me, I guess I've over-reacted, didn't I. You've got a good point, darling. You should have looked at the way he stared at my boobs out there," the calmer Katherine giggled as she leaned over to kiss her husband on the lips. "We must informed the kids as well but not for the reason to scare them. It's more of a warning for them to act casual while being vigilant. Avoid anything out of the ordinary." Oliver said before returning back to kissing the beautiful 'woman'. His hands had long left the morning newspapers as they were groping at the sweat covered body of Katherine. Somehow, a gorgeous being's sweat would actually smell like sweet candy. His tongue probed in between the luscious lips of the blonde. The make- out session didn't progress further when Oliver backed off slightly. He was still looking at his wife's big ocean blue eyes. "I've decided to go check out my billion dollar company today, getting back to my new life's routine. Though, I wouldn't go as far as working my socks off as the 'old' Oliver would. My family are so much more important to me now." Oliver confessed. "Are you sure? You do look a little tired. Well, you shouldn't complain after requesting Livy to sleep in our bed last night. You should know you wouldn't get much rest with that girl around." Katherine said as she stood up to pour herself a glass of fresh milk. "Did I just sense a hint of jealousy? You did enjoy the company as well by the way you dived into her pussy and fucked her asshole with that strap-on of yours last night." Oliver teased as he too got up from his seat and walked over to Katherine to give her a peck on the cheek. "You know I love you honey but I've got to get moving now. I've got an important meeting with an investor from Dubai today." "Okay. Please take care. I'll see you tonight," Katherine playfully slapped her husband on the butt sending him on his way. She needed a bath before starting to work on preparing lunch for the kids. After finished cleaning the table and the dirty dishes left by her husband, she proceeded to her luxurious bathroom to fill up the Jacuzzi hot tub with soothing foam water. Stripped down naked, Katherine admired her body on the full sized bathroom mirror. She would never get tired of looking at her perfectly groomed body. The steam from the warm water in the tub was slowly fogging up the reflection as she stepped into the adequately filled bath. Her favorite aroma of lemongrass from the foam was working its magic to release the tension of her every muscle. Her right feminine hand gradually moved to rest between her thighs as they slight parted for its dainty fingers to find her clit. At the same time, the left hand was cupping her size C breast as her manicured thumb and index finger were gently rubbing her sensitive nipple. Subconsciously, an image of Frederick Jones appeared when her eye lids came down. The FBI agent might be an annoying lad; but he did have the rugged good look that the real Katherine would have liked. A wry smile appeared on her face as she thought about the possibility of avenging 'his' past. The Daughters Olivia had waked up in the bed of her parents, not for the first time since arriving at this impressive residence. The former Chico Alves didn't realize until recently that for the past 38 years, his hatred of the fairer gender was actually due to the fact that he envied them. He had lived most of his life as a bisexual hoping that he could please his man while exploring the fascinating body of a woman. He felt foolish when the answer he was seeking unveiled itself a week ago. Only after he had become the 20 year old Olivia Wilson, he had finally realized all he ever wanted was to be a beautiful woman so that he could make love to any man he desired. As an effeminate man himself, Alves wasn't totally unaware of the subject of transgenderism. He even attempted to cross- dress occasionally when he was having sex with some of his boyfriends. But the old body of his just couldn't cut it as a convincing woman. He was frustrated with his unsightly body and took it out on all the girls he had tricked into his prostitution ring. However, things couldn't have taken a better turn when he found himself in the skin of a very attractive university student. Ever since he had become Livy, as what 'her' family would always call her, 'she' had turned into a lustful and unrestrained girl. All the frustrations he had kept for most of his life had been released at last. The memory he had obtained from the real Olivia indicated that she used to be a more modest girl, at least compared to that of Chico's version. 'She' was supposed to be less cheerful especially after her recent break-up with her cheating boyfriend. But 'Livy' just couldn't helped it; not after suddenly finding himself a new lease of life in the place of a loaded family since coming so close to death. Prior to the events last week, Alves had already resigned himself to the end of his life by the electric chair. His subsequent survival gave him a new fortitude of appreciation particularly now that he was gifted with the life of Olivia Wilson. He was a little dissatisfied when being told to be less amorous but he knew that it would be necessary to avoid the trip back to the Penitentiary. He wouldn't want to return to that hell hole. The silken sheets of the bed covers felt amazing against 'her' pale Olivia skin as she thought about the night she had with 'mom' and 'dad'. It was beyond amorous. 'Mom' had discovered her secret 8inch strap-on stashed away deep in her walk-in closet and used it on her elder daughter. The initial pain was swiftly replaced by heavenly sensations as 'mom' plunged the fake penis into her ass. Dad was kind enough to fill her pussy simultaneously with his 7incher as she straddled his supine body. Mom was kneeling behind as she gradually increased her velocity. Eventually, the threesome managed to synchronize with each other's movement. They continued to fuck in different position all through the night until it finally ended with 'Livy' taking daddy's anal virginity by fucking him in the ass with the false penis. Mom was literally sitting on daddy's face with him gobbling at mommy's soaking wet pussy. By the end of the thought, she had already inserted two fingers into her vagina, moving in and out slowly. Fresh pussy juices were being produced over the dried ones from before. In no time, Olivia was furiously finger-fucking herself. Her other hand was groping at her breast. It didn't take long for her to come as she let out a high-pitched scream. A few minutes into the afterglow of her orgasm, Olivia tried to think about her plans for the day. A smile appeared on her lovely face when she thought about her younger 'sister', Rachel. The old Olivia had always been very close to her blonde-headed sister. On summer breaks like this, she would usually go to the mall with her sister when mom was busy with her social responsibilities. They would go shopping for new clothes or had their hair and finger nails done with the limitless credit cards given by their father. She felt excited by the idea and got up from her parents plush four post bed. Still naked, 'Olivia' gathered her purple laced babydoll and her dirty panties from the floor and sauntered out of the bedroom. Rachel's room was all the way on the other end of the second floor hallway. There was a girlish Hello Kitty sign on her door with her name on it. When Olivia was about to knock on the door, she heard soft gasping sounds coming from the inside. With a smug on her lovely face, 'Livy' quietly turned the knob of her sister's bedroom door and peeked at what young 'Rachel' was up to. Olivia immediately fond of what she saw. The feminine bedroom was big and decorated mostly in pink. From the lacy pink curtains to dolls and cute soft toys in the form of stuffed animals and big fluffy teddy bears, everything about Rachel's room was so innocent. Everything except the sight of the 17 year old teenage girl lying on her bed with a vibrating dildo half way inside her pink pussy. "No wonder I couldn't find it." Olivia thought. It was a playful birthday gift from one of her girlfriends during her senior high school years. She had rarely made use of it as the old Olivia thought it was too gross for her. The only time she did fuck herself with the sex toy was during the prom night when her supposed date bailed out on her with another girl. She did it out of frustration and curiosity more than anything else. From 'her' memory, she had since vowed not to ever use it again and kept it tucked away in her room. How her sister managed to find it was beyond her. But Olivia was glad that she did because big sister was about to educate little Rachel the proper way of using a dildo with 'her' Chico knowledge. 'Olivia' gracefully walked over to the high school girl who was clearly in ecstasy. Rachel was moaning and gasping with pleasure as she was totally oblivious to the presence of a naked 'Livy' in the privacy of her room. The humming sound from the vibrator was audible by the time Olivia sat down on the bed beside her naughty little sister. Without saying a word, Livy stroked the tresses of messy blonde hair away from Rachel's face and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. Rachel was startled initially but the sight of her gorgeous 20 year old sister and the stimulation from the sizeable dildo easily settled her nerves. She parted her lips for the probing tongue of Olivia as the sisters passionately showed their affection. Rachel's little hand was still holding onto the partially inserted vibrating dildo while her other hand was fondling at her ample mammary gland. Olivia managed to swap considerable amount of saliva with the young blonde before slowly separated herself from her sister's lips to shift her kisses to Rachel's neck. Livy moved down gradually to suck at the unoccupied pert breast of her sister. The hard and erected pink nipple stood almost 2 inches from the pale porcelain skin of Rachel's youthful chest. A few minutes of boobs sucking later, Olivia slid down further pass the taut belly and finally had her eyes less than a few inches away from the dildo. Rachel's juices smelled like honey as they were flowing out rapidly from the sides of the soaking wet probe. Livy brought her legs over Rachel's head as she positioned her pussy conveniently over the mouth of her teenage sister in a 69 position, all the while with her eyes on dildo. Rachel started sucking and licking at Olivia's cunt without any further invitation. The older sister supported herself on her elbows as she, in turn, began to manipulate the vibrating probe in and out of Rachel's well-lubricated vagina with her left hand while licking at her clitoris simultaneously. "OH MY GOD!!! THAT'S FUCKING GOOD!!! OH FUCK!!! IT'S SO FUCKING GOOOOODDDD!!!!" Rachel literally screamed as her eyes were wide opened to the new level of euphoria. "Do you think I can push it all the way in?" Olivia teased. "I don't know, Alves... I mean Livy. But pl-please don't stop!" Rachel begged. 'Olivia' resumed sucking at Rachel's clitoris as she continued to fuck the former Adrian Torres's pussy with the 9inch dildo. Each time, she would withdraw the probe incompletely and followed it with a deeper thrust. The cycle was repeated until its full length was completely consumed. By the time Olivia was ramming her sister's pussy with the dildo's full length, Rachel was already in such a delirious state that she was talking incomprehensibly to her sister. It wasn't long before Rachel had her body tensed up as she continued to scream unintelligible words followed by the most intense orgasm 'she' had ever experienced since becoming Rachel. Those ejaculations and climax that Torres used to have as a man had been nothing in comparison to what he had just experienced as a girl. A minute later, Rachel's body was still jerking intermittentlay from the intense orgasm. "Are you gonna leave me unattended, little sis?" Olivia said looking at her worn-out sister. There was no response from her. With a swift movement, Livy pulled the still vibrating dildo out of Rachel's pussy. The sudden voiding sensation managed to arouse her back to life. "Gaasssp... Oh sorry... Thanks for the... you know," Rachel said. She was still trying to catch her breath. Olivia was staring at her with a pair of lustful eyes before putting the sex toy into her luscious mouth. She wouldn't want to waste a drop of Rachel's nectar as she sucked the thing just like the way she blew her dad last night. Getting the hint, Rachel got up from the girlishly decorated bed and kissed her beautiful sister's mouth at the same time as she licked the dildo. For the rest of the morning, she returned the favor by fucking her sister back with the vibrating probe as her dolls and fluffy bears looked on. Little Rachel was a fast learner. Obviously exhausted, the sisters laid on Rachel's bed until they heard their 'mother' called out from outside of Rachel's room. It was time for lunch. "Is Livy in there with you?" Katherine enquired "Yeah mum, she's with me. We'll be down in a minute." Rachel answered. "Well, you girls better get dressed before that." Even without opening the door, Katherine knew what was going on inside. Thinking about it gave her a tingling sensation from her panty-covered clit underneath the Lily-patterned V-neck dress she had put on after her morning bath. She knew they wouldn't get to lunch if she had let herself into her daughter's room. So, the beautiful housewife sauntered across the hallway and back down stairs to find Kevin who had already found himself a seat at the dining table. At a quarter past 12, Katherine was joined by her fully dressed daughters. Olivia was wearing a pink tank top and a short white mini skirt. Her face had been nicely made up. Rachel was in a tight purple tee with an equally short denim skirt. Apart from Oliver, everyone in the 'family' settled down on the huge and elongated table casually. "Where's daddy?" Olivia asked. "He went to work this morning. Your dad will be following his old routine from today onwards. So should the rest of you. Before you question my paranoia, there's something I would like to let you guys know. There was a cop monitoring our every move since yesterday morning. He was waiting inside a black car parked on the road opposite the main gate." Katherine said "How could you be so sure that he's a cop, mom?" Kevin queried. "Well, I happened to saw his face this morning. Rachel, do you remember FBI agent Frederick Jones?" The former Adrian Torres began to feel her blood boiling as 'she' nodded her head before saying in a stone cold voice, "How could I ever forget that son of a bitch?" "Rachel?! I'm going to tolerate that language this once, just because we're talking about agent Jones. But from now onwards, we need to be on our guards because agent Jones will be watching our every move. Daddy was convinced we're still safe for the moment. I agreed with him. Though we need to utilize the live-skin's memory and persuade agent Jones we're nothing but a normal American family." Katherine said in her motherly tone. "There's nothing else we can do but be 'ourselves' right? We're planning on doing what Rachel and I would usually do if we don't have plans with friends during summer break. We're gonna go shopping. Do you wanna join us mom?" Olivia said, trying to lighten up the mood. "I would love to hang out with you girls but the laundry isn't going to wash itself. You girls have a good time but remember to act natural. Let me remind you the number one rule ever since we stepped foot into this family..." "No indecent behaviors in the public." Both Olivia and Rachel completed their mom's sentence for her. 'Rachel' felt slightly better but the FBI agent's presence still troubled her. If 'she' was still her former self, she would have already planned on how to make agent Jones disappeared from the surface of the planet. 'She' knew mom would be thinking of the same thing - pay back. But the 'daughter' would have to be patient and wait for the appropriate time. They finished the lunch which mostly comprised of salads, vegetarians and steamed chicken before the expensive Victorian antique clock struck 1pm. Katherine was left with her youngest child, 15 year old Kevin after the two daughters took off in Olivia's BMW to the Dallas Mall. The nerdy looking son stayed back to help mom with the dirty dishes and later with the dirty laundry. Kevin especially loved to assist with the dirty clothes and mommy knew exactly why. The mother and son had just finished cleaning the table when the house phone rang. Thinking that it must be her good friend and neighbor, Claire Pearson, Katherine dried her hand with the kitchen towel to answer the call. It was indeed a female's voice but Katherine recognized that it wasn't Claire's. "Hello Mrs. Wilson! It's about time that we finally speak. I'm Sarah Patterson, the inventor of the AER." Katherine was speechless. The Security Richard Matthew was reading a financial magazine with an article entitled: 'How to Prepare Yourself Financially for That Second Baby' when he saw the car of Ms. Patterson strolling out of the warehouse. He checked the time of his watch and confirmed the time on his computer that it was already five in the evening. For the past three years he had been transferred to this secret facility, this had only been the second time he had seen the pretty Ms. Patterson leaving on time. She had almost always checked out much later, oftenly well after 7pm. The only other time where she had left on time was during her old man's birthday three years ago. But since the poor girl's father passing the following year, there was no other reason for her to leave early for home. Not even her surgeon boyfriend's day off. Ms. Patterson was one of the more passionate women about her work. As a result, she had always left later than all of the other staffs - all except for that mad old scientist, Professor Phillips. So, he was surprised to see the white Prius of Ms. Patterson stopping by his station before leaving the facility at exactly 5pm. Even some of the administration staffs were still in the building. "Leaving on time today, Ms. Patterson?" "Yeah, I'm having a special occasion tonight which calls for a celebration," Sarah said in her melodious voice. "Oh, I see." Matthew smiled and raised his thick brows thinking of some romantic celebration with her boyfriend. "Enjoy your night, Ms. Patterson!" Matthew said as he pressed a button to allow her clearance. "Thanks Richard! Say hi to the wife and kids for me," Sarah said before she steered her vehicle past the raised obstacle. A few minutes later, Matthew witnessed another rare happening when the classic Beetle of Professor Phillips came to a halt at the security post. The professor was also leaving way before his customary time. Over the years, Matthew had learned to adapt to the professor's eccentric behavior. On certain occasion, the elderly scientist could be as friendly as a puppy. But on most instant, he would have nothing to say to anyone. Today was a combination of both as Professor Phillips was waving to Matthew with a friendly smile on his face before driving away from the research laboratory, still with nothing to say. Driving the Car Home Professor Phillips' 1968 Beetle was moving on a consistent speed on his way home. He drove past the crash site without even giving it a look. He was just looking straight ahead. His face was expressionless. His car turned into a crowded highway. Ten minutes later he took an exit into a freeway which would bring him to the Benoit's neighborhood where he was staying. Another thirty minutes later, the yellow Beetle arrived at the garage of Professor's Phillips double storey contemporary house. Once the car was properly parked and the garage door had been completely shut, the projection image of Professor Phillips inside the vehicle vanished similar to the way a television image would switched off. A small spark went off on the driver's seat indicating the successful self-destruction of the projection device. Located 20 miles away, the fake Sarah Patterson breathed a sigh of relief in 'her' Prius Hybrid. She had been remotely controlling the antique vehicle from 'her' stationary Hybrid at a rest area along the highway. Sarah felt a little relax as she leaned back on the driver's seat. The air conditioning was on full blast the whole time when she was carefully maneuvering her 'old' car assisted with only two wide-angled cameras. The old Beetle had been modified 6 months ago for this day. It was actually programmed to drive itself guided by the GPS on board. All 'Sarah' had to do was to control the brake in case of it coming to any obstacles along the way. The former Professor Phillips had been testing it for the past couple of months, letting it drive itself while he was just sitting on the driver's seat. He then pre-recorded himself driving and turned it into a vivid projection image to make it seemed like he was actually sitting inside the car when it was actually empty. While recording, he timed the friendly smile and the wave at the security guard perfectly to avoid any suspicions. In the end, it was all executed without a hitch. Guiding the vehicle remotely wasn't really that difficult. The challenging part was to actually focus on the remote control's 5inch LCD screen while keeping away from the temptation of touching herself. Now that the professor had been seen leaving the abandoned warehouse and his car had been safely guided into his house's garage, the make believe Sarah could afford herself a little self-indulgence inside the privacy of her vehicle. 'She' looked around to make sure that her Prius was isolated from the crowd. 'Sarah' couldn't restrain herself any longer as she parted her legs to let her delicate hand in underneath her tight blue skirt. When her dainty fingers came in contact with her crotch, Sarah could feel shocks of electricity flowed to the rest of her body. The smoothness of her silk thong felt amazing as she began rubbing the fabric against her moist pussy with her eyes closed. The skirt was hiked up slightly to allow easier access for her eager fingers. The beautiful blonde's other hand slid under her blue jacket to fondle her breast. She caressed her generous boobs through the material of her blouse and bra. It wasn't long before Sarah found herself fiercely rubbing on her clitoris through the wet crotch of her black lacy thong. Professor Phillips had gotten accustomed to jerking off with Sarah's beautiful image in mind while fantasizing about doing erotic things with her body. Since he had actually became her, all 'she' could think about was the wonderful possibilities that could be accomplished living as the smart and lovely blonde. 'Her' still fully clothed body began to tense as a powerful climax was approaching. The initially parted legs came together as they sandwiched her hand which was still rapidly stroking her clit. It was followed shortly by an orgasm as mind-blowing as the one she had a fortnight ago. The phony Sarah thought that her head was about to explode as every muscles of her new body continued to spasm for a couple more minutes after the amazing climax. 'Sarah' just laid back on her car seat, savouring the aftermath of the masturbation session. The joy she had so far by merely playing with her own body made her looked forward to the prospect of sexual intercourse with someone else. As her muscles began to relax, 'Sarah' neatly readjusted her skirt and the rest of her attire to reassume the professional look. She had so much left to do today. But the rumbling sounds from her belly reminded the former senior citizen that even a young lady needed to fill her stomach. So, the 'young lady' let herself off the car and confidently walked to the burger joint at the rest area. The new Sarah felt the sway on her hips as she gracefully walked to the appreciating gaze of some middle age truck drivers. She had to smile. The Good Neighbor The ten hours flight from London had just landed at the Houston airport. Even with the comfortable seats in the first class cabin, Claire Pearson could still feel the fatigue of the long distance travel. The 39 year old wife of a commercial airline owner had to travel for her customary annual European shopping trip. This was the second trip that she had to bring along her 13 year old daughter, Emily. The year before last, the former air stewardess had usually been traveling alone if her 47 year old husband, Scott was on a working trip elsewhere. Their daughter would be left in the care of their full time nanny. Since last year, the grown up daughter had been begging her mom to let her tag along. Deep in her heart, Claire had always preferred to travel alone. She had always enjoyed the solitude and the freedom of doing as she liked without the burden of responsibilities as a wife or a mother. The annual summer shopping trip was meant to be her 'holiday' as well. She longed for the days when she was still a carefree air hostess flying half way across the world and meeting variety of beautiful people, people she had never met before. She missed the nights where she got picked up by studs in bars and the one-night-stands that followed. Those days were gone since she was found to be irresistible by her boss, the heir to an airline tycoon. Claire Hansen became Mrs. Pearson a year later. The luxurious life was good. She quit flying shortly after her marriage and gave birth to Emily nine months later. Fourteen years after settling down, Claire was still irresistible as ever. She had a medium-length black hair which ended just before the shoulders. It was recently fashioned into a trendy Bob cut, a style popularized by Victoria Beckham. She even had the features to match the soccer player's wife; from her deep blue eyes and sharp facial features to her slender 5ft3 and 105 pounds body, Claire Pearson was a very attractive lady. She took care of herself really well by doing regular exercises and eating healthy. That's how she and Katherine got along so well after the Wilsons move into the vast land beside her mansion nine years ago. The two housewives hit it off in no time and became good friends. Claire was the vice president of Katherine's Lifestyles of Health and Sustainability community. The two of them and a couple of other housewives were actively organizing charity runs and fund raisers to increase awareness regarding cardiovascular diseases among the public. In fact, this year's fund raiser had a few shortcomings that she would desperately need to discuss with her president. An hour into journey from the airport, Claire tried to call Katherine but there was no answer. The time on her diamond-laden feminine watch showed that it was well past 9pm. She looked over to Emily who was asleep with her iPhone earpieces still in place. When their chauffeur driven Mercedes moved past the Wilsons residence half an hour later, Claire noticed an unfamiliar black sedan parked on the opposite road. Its windows were all rolled up and fully tinted. She immediately felt uneasy. Decisions There was nothing interesting for the last couple of hours since the Wilson daughters had returned to the Residence in their fancy sports car. For some reason, Mr. Wilson had returned from work an hour before, much sooner than expected. Regardless, Frederick Jones was still patiently sitting in his black Ford monitoring and waiting for his moment. The burger wraps and empty paper cups of coffee started to smell funny in the cabin of his rented vehicle due to the heat of the summer. Earlier in the day, he was forced to reposition the sedan to the sheds provided by one of the towering oak trees lining up outside the 10 feet walls of the Wilson's ch?teau. It was not providing him with the best views of the main entrance but he could still observe who was entering or exiting. But now that the sun had settled well below the horizon, he was once again stationed on the opposite side of the road. Agent Jones had not slept for the last 36 hours. When he did doze off, the image of Katherine Wilson appeared before him. The lovely lady seemed to be in distress and was pleading for help. She was in the same workout attire she wore this morning. But this time she had her wrists and ankles bound to the posts of a cheap old bed. Rocky and Torres appeared from out of nowhere. They were laughing cynically as they began to tear the clothes off the helpless lady. The scene was followed by the two crooks stripping their pants off. Rocky was the first to climb onto the bed over the crying lady who was about to get raped. Jones couldn't do anything but shouted: "NOOO!!" That was when he realized it was just a bad dream. He was still shouting when he opened his eyes to find himself inside his car. So far, there had been no signs that would indicate the Wilson's involvement in the escape or hiding of the fugitives. If they were being held at gunpoint, the Wilsons were definitely not showing it. The family members had been moving freely in and out of the enormous residence. All of them looked ordinary and casually going about with their lives. The confidence in his judgement began to wear thin. He had seldom been wrong for the last 20 years in the job. The only time he had made the wrong call had caused the life of his partner. He vowed never to make the same mistake again. There had to be something he had missed. He might need to persuade Kingston to let him in on the CIA secret package that was stolen by the runaways. The thing must had something to do with their disappearance thus far. ***** Under the dim lighting, Kingston was looking at the external fixator of his one remaining leg. The pain had subsided for the past few days; either that or he had gotten himself used to it. The toes at the end of the broken leg were moving as he had intended. But things might not be turning out as he intended with the FBI agent. He was wondering whether his decision to send agent Jones out there without knowing anything about the AER was a wise one. Kingston was only trying to protect not only the CIA but the nation's interest. Even in the agency itself, only a selected few had information on the latest espionage invention. Furthermore, agent Jones had only showed interest in the whereabouts of those fugitives. Unless the crooks knew the proper way to operate such advanced invention, Kingston shouldn't be too worried about the federal agent. Professor Phillips and his pretty assistant Ms. Patterson were the only two who had the proper knowledge on the thing and they had yet to demonstrate it to anybody prior to the accident. Somehow, he still had this bad feeling that something bad would happen. ***** Finding out regarding the CIA's dirty little secret would have to be agent Jones last resort if his evidence seeking operation came up short. Firstly, he would need to dig deeper. By tomorrow, a team of specialized surveillance technicians would be assisting him to install hearing bugs and cameras in the house. Jones realized it would be illegal but in extraordinary circumstances, sometimes one needed to break the law in order to protect it. His thoughts were interrupted by the blinding headlights of an approaching vehicle. He had to shield his eyes for a moment. The vehicle turned for the entrance to the ch?teau that Jones was monitoring and came to a halt. It was a white Prius with a single occupant. The time was already well past 10pm. Jones quickly switched his binocular to the night vision mode to check out the number on its plate and the identity of the driver. He managed to catch a glimpse of the driver who was a blonde lady in her late 20s dressed professionally in navy blue suit. The federal agent tried to snap some pictures of the visitor but it was too dark. The woman waited for the giant gates to fully open before steering her vehicle into the compound of the Wilson's residence. Who would be the unknown guest whom the family seemed to be expecting in such late hour? Agent Jones scratched his head as he thought that the girl looked familiar. He pulled out his laptop and typed in the car registration number into an FBI database website. The vehicle was registered to a Sarah Patterson, age 29 with no prior offenses, not even a speeding ticket. Her registered address was that of the southern Texas region which wasn't too far away from where the train crash took place. Then it dawned on him that he saw Ms. Patterson at the crash site a week ago. She was standing with some very old man at the back of the CIA team on the day of the accident. If she was involved with the CIA, why would she be visiting the Wilsons where the fugitives could possibly be hiding. Jones' pulse was racing with a sudden surge of excitement as something positive had finally showed itself. There could be something going on right then inside the house- something that he had been looking for the last 36 hours: evidence. Agent Jones was undecided whether to consult with Kingston regarding Ms. Patterson's role in the CIA and her presence at the Wilson's residence. In the end, he decided on finding out the answers on his own as it was crucial to make his move before it was too late. Jones started the engine of his car and slowly rolled it to the side of the ch?teau's perimeter where there was a small alley for him to hide his vehicle away from view. Once he got out of the black sedan, Jones walked among the bushes and climbed up one of the oak trees which had grown taller than the perimeter wall. On one of the more sturdy branches, the federal agent used his night vision binocular to scout out the compound. There was a CCTV near the wall he was about to climb. Using a small modified paint ball gun, he hit the lens of the monitoring device on the first try, rendering it useless by covering it's vision with red paint. He then swung himself over the fence with a rope tied to the oak branch. Jones landed softly on the grass of the Wilson's property. 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Snow Story ch3

When I got to the kitchen I was treated to a wonderfull view of her perfect ass as she stood at the stove, wearing only an apron. The scent of bacon and eggs was eminating from the pan in front of her. I walked up behind her and gently wrapped my arms around her abdomen. I kissed her lightly on the neck and said, "Good morning, beautifull." "Good morning to you too" she said, turning enough to give me a kiss on the lips. "Want some breakfast?" "I can think of something I...

2 years ago
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Forced Lactation Ch3

The dinner passed civilly enough and Jennifer thought she would have enjoyed it immensely if she hadn't been so lewdly on display. He looked up and saw that the women had placed their utensils down, remarking "Taylor, bring the good Cognac and another snifter for Jennifer...This once she'll join us" and the black man bowed slightly and left the room...The other women were sitting quietly staring at her and Jennifer began to feel very self conscious, her nipples had remained like...

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The fy Sucks A Lot ch3

Chapter 7 Tess giggled, her body writhing and squirming, as she swiveled her hips up, ready to accept the first stab of Andy’s red-hot cock into her waiting cunt. She swung her hips up and down, feeling his throbbing prick slide along the drenched trench of her pussy. She grabbed his ass and yanked her crotch up toward his. His cock-knob found the entrance to her fuckhole and slipped in. Instantly Tess’ neck arched, her jaw fell open and a long expectant moan rolled off her tongue. She...

4 years ago
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Watching Anna Ch3

Although Cyprus was pretty mind blowing Anna and I both agreed we had gotten a little carried away. We had done more than we had planned and wanted our next experience to be a little more controlled. Anna had found a hotel that catered for swingers new and experienced. I was shocked at first as she had been reading up on these hotels for a few weeks before telling me. When we looked into it together we were both very excited about visiting one of these hotels. I was even more shocked to find...

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I want you for Christmas CH3

The weekend came and went without the girls running into each other but Lilly knew when Kelly would be working and was standing next to the exit of the mall at the end of her shift. She saw Kelly hesitate for just a second before smiling and walking towards her. Lilly bounced up to Kelly and gave her a tight hug before stepping back before her lips got any ideas. “So how was your first day of work?” She asked handing Kelly her jacket. “Much more crazy than I thought. I think a million people...

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Rachel and Roxanne Ch3

Dear Diary, Well, today I learned about a practice I thought had died along with the middle ages, and a lot more about my own desires... I was sitting at the bar in that cosy little place up on the top deck. A couple of guys had tried approaching me, but they didn't do anything for me, so I politely turned them away, saying I was waiting for someone. A woman sat down next to me, and gave me a brief nod. As she looked down the bar to see where the bartender was, I took a quick look at her. She...

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Slaves Ch3

Chapter 3: A Torture SessionSix women surrounded the torture table to which the boy was strapped. His arms stretched out above his head. His legs spread with straps around the ankles and upper thighs. Straps below the abs and below the pecs, around the neck and around the forehead. A gag fixed into the table.Their lovely young toy. Tightly in place and ready to be played with.His cock had also been prepared, standing fully erect with a wire around the base and around the balls, attached through...

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Thrice Loved Ch3

It was Michelle who finally came to my rescue to break me out of grieving for my Janet. I guess it took nearly a year but she did. While I was not looking, she snuck up on me with the widow Solvang in hand at church one blustery spring morning. David Solvang’s wife had been like a second mom to Michelle taking care of her while Janet worked the books for our company. She was Janet’s BFF in modern parlance. Her best friend in all things. Now David had been gone for a while. The morning was...

Love Stories
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Sissy Patti My Toy My Lover Ch3

Sissy Patti - My Toy, My Lover, Ch 3By CDJackieWhen I got to my bedroom I fluffed my pillows, pulled the bed spread and blanket back then crawled on the bed to lie on the nice cool sheets, leaned back against my pillows and stretched out. “Phew,” I exhaled long and slow. It had been a pretty tiring afternoon but the results were quite satisfactory. I had fully laid out our relationship and exactly where she stood, my immediate plans for her continued sissy girlie-boi transformation and we had...

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How my BBC fantasy for My Wife Went Wrong CH3

Melinda and I had done our research so we knew a few good places to go to meet a black man to fuck her. The first place was a loss. There was only one black man and he was already with a beautiful brunette white girl. The second bar was different. There were a number of black and Spanish men. We got a seat and ordered strong drinks. As we sat there, Melinda made note of a group of black men sitting in one corner. The central figure was a dark black man with a muscular build and about 25...

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Watching Anna Ch3

Although Cyprus was pretty mind blowing Anna and I both agreed we had gotten a little carried away. We had done more than we had planned and wanted our next experience to be a little more controlled. Anna had found a hotel that catered for swingers new and experienced. I was shocked at first as she had been reading up on these hotels for a few weeks before telling me. When we looked into it together we were both very excited about visiting one of these hotels. I was even more shocked to find...

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Anna Saves the Company Ch3

Anna had dressed provocatively for work that day. Her short skirt and low-cut blouse was greeted with a lecherous smile from Tom. "You are looking unbelievably gorgeous today." He said, looking her up and down.Anna politely smiled before thanking him for the compliment. "Please, come into my office." He said.Anna flicked her hair behind her shoulder as she walked into his office."I hear that your trip to London went well. You earned a lot of money Anna." He grinned."Look, Tom, I can't do this...

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Cocksucking Adventires Of Cortni Ch3

Cortni was swamped with studying for her mid-terms the week after she set up the cameras in Marks room, and hadn't any time to indulge herself in her dark, nasty world of cocksucking. She was getting frustrated, but couldn't risk getting bad grades so she concentrated on her books as best she could. Mark was also cramming for his mid-terms and he hadn't done anything kinky in days, so she couldn't even watch him and get off! She finally broke down two nights before mid-terms started and went...

1 year ago
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Sissy Butt Licker Ch3

After dropping Steph off at work, I went to a small lingerie shop at the other end of town. As I was picking out items, the lone clerk came up to me and asked if I was shopping for my wife, and if she could help. As per Steph's instructions, I informed her that I was actually purchasing the items for myself, at the request of my mistress. I expected her to be shocked, but instead she smiled and said that was cool, and that I could try the items on providing I did so over my existing underwear....

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I want you Ch3

The weekend came and went without the girls running into each other, but Lilly knew when Kelly would be working and was standing next to the exit of the mall at the end of her shift. She saw Kelly hesitate for just a second before smiling and walking towards her. Lilly bounced up to Kelly and gave her a tight hug, stepping back before her lips got any ideas. “So how was your first day of work?” she asked, handing Kelly her jacket. “Much more crazy than I thought. I think a million people wanted...

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My Fetish For Panties Ch3

I'd like to thank everyone who read my first two chapters and for all the feedback I got from them! In this chapter I'd like to set the grounds for my college life and all that happened during my 2 years at college and 4 years at university! I'll start by saying that my high school sweetie (let's call her Rachel) were still going strong when we started college. I was still sniffing her dirty panties and she my dirty undies and jocks! My parents are pretty well off and helped me get an apartment...

3 years ago
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I want you for Christmas CH3

The weekend came and went without the girls running into each other but Lilly knew when Kelly would be working and was standing next to the exit of the mall at the end of her shift. She saw Kelly hesitate for just a second before smiling and walking towards her. Lilly bounced up to Kelly and gave her a tight hug before stepping back before her lips got any ideas. “So how was your first day of work?” She asked handing Kelly her jacket. “Much more crazy than I thought. I think a million people...

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The family Sucks A Lot ch3

Chapter 7Tess giggled, her body writhing and squirming, as she swiveled her hips up, ready to accept the first stab of Andy's red-hot cock into her waiting cunt. She swung her hips up and down, feeling his throbbing prick slide along the drenched trench of her pussy. She grabbed his ass and yanked her crotch up toward his.His cock-knob found the entrance to her fuckhole and slipped in. Instantly Tess' neck arched, her jaw fell open and a long expectant moan rolled off her tongue. She pulled...

2 years ago
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Rainy Day Woman Ch3

Rainy Day Woman.... Chapter 3 Author: - Pollymeric Copyright: Pollymeric 18-23.05.2016 This is a work of fan fiction based upon John Entwhistle's novel "A Northern Tale" A story set in the 1950's As usual, I recognise that this may be a very niche subject. Chapter 3: With some trepidation, Latimer followed Glynis from his flat and entered the waiting taxi. Glynis noted his anxiety and tried to allay his fears saying, "Harrods have been apprised of the circumstances and...

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NewJob Ch3

Chapter 3 When he awoke the next morning, Don realized the full potential of last evening's discipline. He thought that the pain of the beating on the soles of his feet would be the worst of it. Now his feet ached. Before he even got out of bed they were painful. When he got up, walking, even to get Mandy's coffee wearing his flat slippers, could only be done slowly and painfully. Later, when he had to get dressed in his uniform and put on those dreaded, hated heels, his pain was...

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Cum On Sis Ch3

”Sis, that was your fault,” I gasped as my cock stood at an angle above my belly.She stepped over my legs and opened her bedroom door again. After stepping through the door she turned and glared at me. ”You fucking pervert, I'm your sister, ” she hissed, ”You can't be cumming on me like that.”She closed her door with a little less violence. Frustrated, I picked up her dirty panties and my towel and stormed to my bedroom. She was starting to piss me off with all this. Yes, I enjoyed looking at...

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Book Store Stories Ch3

I woke up Sunday morning and next to me was my daughter, Candy. I slid out of bed not wanting to wake her up. I did have to stare at the outline of her beautifully shaped body under the white sheet. Damn, she looked sexy.Then I thought, shit my wife and Candy's mother will be home in a few hours.What the hell was I going to do? I resigned myself into thinking; 1) My wife will kill me. 2) There will be a messy divorce with front page coverage in the National Enquirer. 3) Suicide.I went to the...

2 years ago
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Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch3

The lingerie I’d been wearing lay strewn on the floor, it was heavily soiled and would absolutely need to be cleaned, along with all the other things I had cum all over. I picked them up and stuffed them in the wash. Before going to the bathroom and catching my reflection in the mirror. If I couldn’t get the negligée clean from last night I would definitely need to try adding some makeup as although this bra and panties were comfortable, they were no way as sexy and with the outside world...

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A trip to remember ch3

As we continued playing around with each other ,taking breaks from time to time .We discussed our future and made a vow to somehow reunite throughout the year, but we realized that it may not happen.We talked about the things we have done and the mistakes that each of us have done. The biggest mistake we agreed on was not fucking me when my wife told her too. Barbra was curious about me and Dee swapping partners ,a past that I had tried not to talk about.A lot of things my wife and I had...

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Getting to know my new family Ch3

(Anyone reading this story should read getting to know my new family Ch1 and Ch2 first, but it’s not necessary) For the rest of the evening I just lay about the house doing SFA. Then It hit 5:15pm and it was time to go collect Emma so I got in the car and drove to the school. When I got there Emma was chatting to two other girls, she seen me and all 3 girls approached the car. Emma: Hi John these are my two friends Janet and Ann, there coming over to ours cause we have a project to work on...

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Escape Ch2

Escape by sammig82 Edited by DocVS Chapter 2 The Fugitives Ten hours after the accident, a couple of fine policeman showed up at the log cabin to inquire whether they have seen any suspicious personals around these woods. "No, I don't think so. Have you noticed anything strange after Kevin and I went to the crash site today, honey?" Oliver redirected the question to his wife in a strapless orange mid-thigh summer dress, shorter than the one she wore this morning. "I don't...

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Escape to Feminity

Tuesday It was going to be a quiet Easter break, my parents were moving house in London and they'd decided to keep me and Lucy my 17 year old twin sister in our respective boarding schools in the Cotswolds. The two schools were affiliated to each other and the grounds of both were only separated by a small but fast flowing river. During weekends I'd meet up with her in the local town and we would have lunch together take in a film or just shop, and it is what we had planned to do over...

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Escape From Singapore

This is a story based on historical events and dates although the main story is fictitious. I served in Singapore and I visited Rangoon in Burma shortly after the war, and saw for myself some of the atrocities that were committed by the occupying Japanese. I was in Singapore to see the Japanese loaded on to the ships to return to Japan. One ship I remember well was the SS Satsu Maru. We loaded the prisoners on until there was no more room. During the war the Japanese dropped small garrisons...

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Escape

Escape by sammig82 Edited by DocVS My thanks to you readers for the encouraging and kind words seeing that this is my first attempt at writing a story. English was never my primary language and I needed guidance from you readers to help improve the story. I can't say how grateful I am to DocVS for the reediting. So I think you readers deserved a release of the edited version. I hope you'll like it. Chapter 1 WARNING: This story contains TG, masturbations, incest and a very...

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Escape To Ecstasy

Escape to Ecstasy By Pippa HighHeels ([email protected]) [Driven by irresistible desire, yet consumed by immoveable guilt, our hero(ine) forms a plan to become the slut of his dreams. Meeting a TV with similar tastes confirms his actions and takes his pleasure to new heights.] 1. The escape. All the twists, turns and decision points in the course of my life sometimes astonish me; all have conspired to result in me standing on this particular piece of the Earth at this...

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Escape challenge the snowy ladder

Escape challenge: the snowy ladder**********************************(c) 2009, by Aur?lie Catena & Jennie CostaAuthor's email: Aurelie(dot)Catena(at)gmail(dot)comIntroduction************This story is the result of an escapology challenge. Jennie sent me the description of a bondage predicament (sentences written at the 2nd person) and I had to described how I would escape from it (sentences written at the 1st person). Both types of sentence are interspersed, at least at the beginning.------ It is a...

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Escape from the Dungeon

Escape from the Dungeons – 8/12/08It took three strong men to hold her still, despite her being chained hand and foot. She had been brought to the Regent’s study, but within minutes she had kicked one man so hard that he had been sent to the infirmary. So more guards were summoned and while three held her down she was tied harshly with rope so that she could not move. She was hauled up again, and a guard hit her hard in the stomach. ?Is she ready for judgement, Sergeant?? the Regent asked. He...

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Escape Ch7

Escape Ch.7 As usual I'd like to thank you for reading and commenting on my previous chapters. I've brought the ending to the Revenge series and will be concentrating on the Escape series (that's if you want it continued) from now on. I'm happy to be able to submit this chapter on time and I hope you readers will like it. Please guide me if with your reviews and comments. Thanks and enjoy! WARNING: This story contains TG, masturbations and incest. The Door Boy 19 year old...

1 year ago
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Escape Room

Our protagonist receives the following email: "No Escape - The escape experience you may leave, but never escape unchanged. We are not merely an escape room. We provide a very unique service. You and your party will be pushed to your limits, performing feats of daring and heroism that will give you an all new perspective on life. We are so certain of our services, a select few people including yourself are being offered a free experience. Simply click below to fill out the survey telling us who...

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Escape

Escape Author's Note: Kinda had a "Sleeping With the Enemy" "Safe Harbor" thing going on in my head. This story emerged. "What do you think you are doing?" Terry spun around to face the voice, the dress fanning out and then wrapping around his thighs briefly before falling back the other way to hang down his legs again. His heartbeat raced and he felt a fine sweat break out on his body. He also found himself unable to move or speak. "Seriously," his mother stalked into the...

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ESCAPE

Part I. ReunionJacqueline was a very rebellious and indomitable c***d, she had a troubled past and was perceived at school as a bit of a loner, she had a troubled relationship with her Mother, who had problems of her own. Jacqueline was growing into a fine figure of a woman, still slightly lissom, she had fine, straight, dark Auburn hair and light chestnut eyes that shone in the sun.Jacquie had an aquiline nose that balanced her face well and she got plenty of attention from boys, Jacqueline...

1 year ago
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Escape from the Tower

Escape from the Tower by Angela Collins (A fiction loosely based on the true story of William Maxwell, 5th Earl of Nithsdale's escape from the Tower of London in February, 1716) My husband, William, had been arrested and taken to the Tower of London. After a summery trial for his part in the so called 'Jacobite Rebellion' and proclaiming James Edward Stuart as the rightful king of Scotland, he was condemned to death by hanging. I, as his dutiful and loving wife, could not possibly...

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My name is Jonathan white. But I haven’t gone by that name in months, not since we escaped. I was named after a man named Jonathan Malcolm. He saved my mother’s live while she pregnant with me. Lucky for me she never actually gave the name Malcolm. That came in handy after we escaped. I go by mal these days. My sister on the other hand decided to keep her name. It’s all the same since she doesn’t really interact with people these days. She’s the reason we’re on the run. She feels bad about...

4 years ago
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Escapee

Standard warning and disclaimer: All characters are fictional. If you see yourself, buy a new mirror. Contains subjects some people may find offensive. If you are one of them, why are you reading this? Protect your kids. If you are worried about them reading this sort of material, please censor free speech and use a safe surfing program such as net nanny. Or better yet, teach them early and lovingly to understand and accept different lifestyles. Before they learn from bad...

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Inescapeable Backseat Blowjob

Note : This story is completely fictional! Breck, Bobbie, and their parents were out the door heading to the family car for a long trip out to the campground for the summer. Breck hadn’t really wanted to go, as it was always the same old boring thing. But Bobbie had convinced him otherwise. Standing next to the car as he was complaining she whispered in his ear “if you promise not to complain or tell I’ll make it worth your while” in a sexy voice ending with a nibble on his ear. The two were...

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Escape from Inga Palace of Sin

Inga was a powerful busty German woman. She was tall and very powerful. She was also a sadistic, nymphomaniac ruler. No man could handle her in bed. She took joy out of crushing men and women with her sexual skill and power. No one could handle her. She all ready own Germany and was moving on to other countries. She spoke in a cheesy cartoon accent. She love to dominate people and was a little crazy. Some said she couldn’t be killed. Maybe she was right. Her strength was amazing. She stood 7.4...

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Escape the School

WELCOME Abe Bolster TO ESCAPE FROM THE SCHOOL YOU WILL NEED: 8D6 [8 six sided or standard game dice] OR An on-line Dice Roller Something to keep stats on OBJECT: The Object is for you to get from your starting point down through four floors of the school and out the front door before you are captured by one of the teachers. RULES OF COMBAT When confronting a Teacher you will run in to 1 of 3 kinds of scenarios. AUTO ESCAPE: You Escape the teacher, this is something just to scare you a...

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Escape From Black Bear MountainChapter 7

The morning after enduring the attentions of yet another pill-pumped sexual athlete and tolerating another disheartening display of uncontrolled sexuality by her mother, Juliette sought out Tracy. She tearfully demanded to know what was her plan to escape from the Black Bear Mountain Precinct. Tracy, sensing that Juliette really was likely to attempt a suicidal dash for the surrounding pine forest unless she was given something to hope for, took the young woman to her bed. Tracy pretended...

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Escape from Singapore

Prologue This is a story based on historical events and dates although the main story is fictitious. I served in Singapore and I visited Rangoon in Burma shortly after the war, and saw for myself some of the atrocities that were committed by the occupying Japanese. I was in Singapore to see the Japanese loaded on to the ships to return to Japan. One ship I remember well was the SS Satsu Maru. We loaded the prisoners on until there was no more room. During the war the Japanese dropped small...

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