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Revenge Ch.2 Thanks for the feedbacks and comments for the first chapter. First of all, I'd like to apologize for the delay in the release of the second chapter as I was writing the Escape series at the same time and the holiday season is upon us. But I was glad that I've finally get to finish it. I hope to receive your feedback and suggestions. Thanks for reading! WARNING: This story contains TG, violence, surgery and light narrations of rape. An Unhappy Marriage Heather Riley knew about Enrique's past before her decision to marry the man she loved. She didn't mind his previous endeavors as a Mexican drug kingpin. She didn't care about how many killings of human beings he had been involved. She was willing to look past all that because she was in love. Deep down, Heather knew he was a good man. Enrique was ready to change for her. He was happy to leave his booming drug business for the woman he loved. In truth, they we're both love-struck. The marriage was strongly opposed by Heather's highly regarded family. As an esteemed member of the US congress, Senator Gareth Riley was determined to keep his daughter away from being tainted by a man with such a stained background. Enrique Quinto was everything that he had been elected by the citizens to fight against. But most importantly, the senator feared for his daughter's safety as being associated with such men would rarely turn out well. In the end, Heather decided to break her father's heart and left home to settle down in Miami with her love. Using the money he had laundered from his previous dealings, Enrique managed to start up a healthcare business in the heart of the city. A state of the art medical center was built a couple of years later and business was never better. The early part of the marriage was blissful. Enrique was as much of a changed man as he loved his wife. A few years later, problems began to emerge. Heather was a kind hearted soul who loved children. If she had not gotten married, the attractive blonde would have become a kindergarten teacher. But the couple's happiness was never translated to the bundle of joy they were hoping for. When the news came from some of the best doctors in the country regarding Heather's inability to conceive, she was absolutely devastated. Many different methods from every corner of the world later, Heather and Enrique had no choice but to accept their fate. The wife started resorting to drinking in order to curb her depression while the husband immersed himself with work. Fights and arguments were a norm. It wasn't the perfect marriage they were hoping for but in the end, they moved on. After the completion of her AA sessions and the counseling, Heather found herself a new obsession - travelling. With her husband busy expanding the reach of his medical facilities, the loneliness was no more a problem as she and her friends stepped foot on various exotic places around the world. When most of her friends settled down with family of their own, Heather were getting adventurous travelling solo and meeting new friends in every where she had been. Despite his pre- occupied self, Enrique occasionally managed to find the time to accompany his wife on some of her trips. It was during these moments, he could truly feel the glow of happiness returning to his woman. If he was not able to be with Heather during her expeditions, a bodyguard or two would be assigned to follow her closely. The wife often thought that the times she had spent with Hobson, Tom and Bob was more than those spent with her husband. But as lonely as she would occasionally feel, Heather had never really considered diving into an extramarital relationship with another man. Not until she met Diego. The handsome Colombian was at a restaurant in Monte Carlo when Heather was there sipping her cappuccino while watching the beautiful sun rising from the horizon of the Mediterranean Sea. Diego was sitting alone on the next table with a book on his lap. Just like Heather, he was taking in the fascinating waterfront view while enjoying his cup of strong coffee. Diego's good look immediately caught the travelling wife's attention. He was a slender man with an almost similar height if not taller than Heather. From his mesmerizing blue eyes to the ideal nose and the sexy stubble, Diego reminded her of one of the male model in a Hugo Boss advertisement. By the way that Heather was observing him; Diego instantly struck up a conversation with the lovely lady. They began talking about the book he was reading followed by the places each of them had been to. Similar to Heather, Diego was an avid traveler as much as a fan of a good book. As the pleasant exchange progressed, Mrs. Quinto found out more about the South American tourist. It turned out that Diego was 9 years younger than herself and he was in Monaco on behalf of his father's billion dollar trading company. That was the reason he had always been on the road as he loved to mingle business with pleasure. Hobson could only stand aside and look on as his employer's wife was relishing her time in the company of a new friend. Something told him that they wouldn't stay as ordinary friends for long. Heather's agreement to have dinner with the gentleman later that evening proved the bodyguard right. With his lady boss's permission, Hobson quietly took the picture of the new acquittance and send it to Alfred for a quick background check. Prior to the dinner date, Diego's Colombian trading company was verified and his record was clean. During the dinner, the duo seemed to be revel in each others company as they get to know more about their date. Diego didn't seem to be fazed by the fact that Heather was married. It was a pleasant evening for the couple as they parted with passion building underneath. Heather was reminded of the moments she and Enrique first met. It was also something which pointed out how wayward her marriage had become. The following days in Monaco was happily spent with Diego as the gloomy wife's black and white world suddenly turned vibrantly colorful. They ended up on the same bed during their last day in the city. They both knew it wouldn't be the last time before they would meet again as they promised to keep in touch. It was a lot more than touching for Heather's subsequent trips to Moscow, Buenos Aires and Kenya as her affair with her travelling partner, Diego was taken to the next level for the following couple of months. Heather felt the handsome Latino possessed a gentle personality who always wanted to know more and more about her. By the end of her Kenyan visit, the thoughts of putting an end to her unhappy marriage finally dawned on her. Even through the miserable times, Heather had never really considered leaving Enrique despite his obsession with his business. The recent arrival of his nephew meant he would only be spending more time away from her. The latest argument they had a few days ago was about Enrique's refusal to let the wife step foot into Mexico citing his concern for her safety. Even with the explanation of gang troubles associated with the death of the Quintos family and the reason his nephew was hanging on to life at the moment, Heather was still insistent. After all, it was Diego's idea to see the beautiful beaches in the exotic country. Of course, she left that part out of her argument. After the fight, she waited until her husband left for work before relaying the news to Diego. The unhappy wife was crying over the phone and inadvertently shared her desire for a divorce. Heather was surprised when the younger lover suggested for her to refrain from making any decision until their upcoming trip to her husband's place of birth. "I thought we wouldn't be going to Mexico. Enrique had made it clear he didn't want me there," said Heather. "Oh we will, but not directly. You'll meet me at Sao Paolo and we'll be flying into Mexico from there. As long as we stay out of Gallapos, we should be safe. Besides, the serenity of the Playa del Carmen beach is definitely worth dying for. Trust me Heather, you'll not want to miss out. I'll have my own bodyguards waiting at the resort for us," said Diego. "Thank you Diego, for doing all this." "It's my pleasure. It broke my heart to see you sad. After this trip, you'll forget all the troubles. You'll feel brand new," said the charming 30 year old. Diego By the end of the conversation with his prospective victim, an evil grin appeared across the face of Diego Nuevo. He was still looking at his smartphone as exciting thoughts were running through his mind. The plan to replace Heather Quinto was working as intended. He dialed the number imprinted into his memory. "Hola, Boss. This is Diego. Everything's going according to plan. Si... Si... I'll bring her in... Si, next week," Diego said before hanging up. He was thankful to his boss for providing the opportunity to avenge his family. The memories of the event 17 years ago would always haunt him till this day. It was the day when the Quintos cartel invaded his home before slaughtering his parents and his two teenage sisters. He couldn't help from thinking that they had died trying to protect him. ***** The 13 year old boy was in his bedroom when gun fire broke out on the front lawn of their bungalow. He remembered the thunderous sounds of explosives and bodies hitting the ground as his family's guards were being defeated. His mother seemed calm as she came to his room and brought the son to a hiding place he never knew existed. Unfortunately, the passage way could only fit a single person at a time. Before his sisters managed to fit in behind him, the Quintos men were already inside the house. The door had to be sealed quickly without risking it being discovered. As a result, Diego was the only one concealed as the rest of his family were being confronted by the armed intruders. From the small gap at the side of the hidden trap door, Diego could clearly see the face of Enrique Quinto as he strolled confidently into the Nuevo's property. There were at least a dozen of gun men trailed closely behind. The smug expression was in total contrast to the anxiety on the Nuevo's faces. Diego remembered how his father pleaded to leave his family out of it. At his age then, the boy could barely understand the exchanges between the two grown men. It was about some hundreds of thousands worth of illicit drug shipment gone wrong as it somehow ended up in the possession of a rival cartel. The innocent kid listened in a state of confusion as he had always regarded his father as a successful trader. It had never occurred to him the possibility of his old man being involved in such illegal dealings. Without any warning, Diego could only watch as the Quinto leader grabbed a pistol from one of his underlings and shot his father in the head - all in one swift movement. The boy in hiding was in shock as the body of his father fell in front of the trap door. His eyes were still wide open, staring at him but there weren't any signs of life. Tears were trailing from the side of the father's right eye as they were shortly replaced by the blood from the entry wound at the center of his forehead. Diego couldn't move his body as he continued looking at his father's corpse. The screams from his mother and sisters were virtually oblivious to him. That was the very first time he had seen a human being getting killed and it wouldn't be the last as the scene of the ruthless Quintos violating his mother and sisters transpired before him. Enrique Quinto last words to his men before zipping up his pants and leaving the house were; "Leave no one alive." That was the cue for Diego's last remaining loved ones to be put down with bullets in their head just like his father. Bloods and brain matters splattered all over the room. The shell-shocked boy stayed there motionless like a statue for the rest of the evening until the arrival of the police. He neither cried nor screamed when the law enforcers found him. Diego couldn't feel anything until he was brought to the orphanage shelter. Over a period of time, the numbness gradually gave way to anger. Anger then became rage. It was at this stage, he was picked up from the street a year later by Pedro Diaz - his current boss. Diego was trained and raised to be a natural killer. In the shortest amount of time, the teenager managed to propel his status to be among the deadliest hitmen the cartel had in their possession. Similar to him, Diaz's family died by the hand of another cartel. Raised among the guns and the unending spilling of bloods, Pedro was driven to initiate a strong organization which would dominate the narcotics in the country while crushing the rest of the other conglomerates. The rather grandiose ambition was mentioned to Diego when he was recruited but something in Perros Locos leader's eyes told the then teenager that he was not joking around. Many more members were recruited the following years. Most of them were the victims and by-products of the Mexican drug wars. All of them were burning with anger and vengeance, just like Diego. And most importantly, all of them were men. For Pedro Diaz, women had always been the less reliable and easily manipulated gender. Those who knew his way of thinking and the style of all his business dealing would label him as the ultimate sexist. The betrayal of his mother and later, his lover helped shaped that form of ideology. However, it was not to say that the fairer sex had absolutely no value in his quest to realize his dream. Far from that, the vulnerability of women had been efficiently exploited as the secret weapon of his rapid success thus far. Diaz opinionated that each and every organization leader must surely have someone they love and cherished - be it their wives, mistresses or the daughters. There was only one rare occasion when the leader was found to be a homosexual. But still, his young maid was used to infiltrate the cartel before being totally eliminated. To say that the Perros Locos modus operandi was as simple as planting a female mole in rival cartels was not exactly accurate either. After extensive scouting and intelligence gathering, Diaz would send one of his men to approach the targeted lady from the enemy's family. Further information would be gained from the ensuing relationship and affair. Once adequate data about the target had been collected, she would be replaced by one of the Locos member who had thoroughly studied the life his of future identity while undergoing plastic surgery in the Locos' hidden headquarters. Understandably, not every man in Diaz's cartel was willing but those who did submit themselves to the task were usually the ones who hold grudges against the targeted clan. After all, it was a mission that would change not only ones identity but altering ones gender as well - partially at least. As ruthless of a man as Pedro Diaz could be, the boss of Perros Locos had a peculiar fascination for shemales - the newhalfs, transsexuals, ladyboys, the futanaris or whatever they called them. Somehow, he found the hidden masculinity of a beautiful feminine being, very appealing. In the midst of his growing drug business, Diaz had a brothel running for men or even women with such similar affection. Diego had visited the place once and discovered that most of its prostitutes were prettier than most biological women he had ever seen. The unique fetish was the main reason that all the operations went as far as changing the appearance of the volunteers without altering their sex. It was definitely a big risk to push replacement 'lady' with a 'package' between her legs but he trusted his team of plastic surgeon and acting instructor to pull it through. ***** The image of Heather Riley staring back at him from the mirror in his hotel room was enough to remind Diego what an amazing job Dr. Ramirez had done with him right after his Kenyan trip with the lady herself 10 days ago. The morning lights of Sao Paulo were gleaming through the windows, as he admired his new face and body. He had been taking hormones since his first meeting with the target at Monte Carlo. Fortunately for Diego, it did not affect his ability to perform in bed with the attractive blonde. He examined his Heather eyes: mesmerizing and blue. And now his nose was exactly as narrow and upturned as the real Heather. His new lips were plump and luscious - an accurate copy of the lovely blonde's lips. For the time being, his breasts were not the same size as the real Heather's. So was his hair which was neither the length nor the color of his target. But that could easily be fixed during the target's one week secret visit to the Gallapos. Diego admired his soft, hairless skin courtesy of the combinations of hormones and electrolysis. It was slightly more tanned than Heather's snowy white complexion but her visit to either the beaches of Playa del Carmen or Sao Paulo (so thought her husband) would be a more than a reasonable explanation. Since his first meeting with the wife, every detailed mannerism and speech characteristics were recorded and practiced zealously over the last couple of months. With the help of his acting coach, he was able to perfect his feminine personality within the shortest possible time. During his every conversation with Heather, Diego would learn more and more about the lady, her daily routine and even the way she would usually interact with her husband. Mrs. Quinto had trusted her paramour enough to open up herself completely to him. So it wasn't difficult for her soon to be replacement to obtained even the most personal of information about her. Diego had already memorized everything including Heather's family in Oregon to her favourite doll when she was a little girl. Even her hand writing and signature had been imitated perfectly by the transgendered impersonator. The almost-Heather brushed his delicate hand across her chest, feeling the excitement from his nipple before resting it on his wide womanly hip. "You are one beautiful woman, Heather," Diego spoke in perfect imitation of Heather's sultry tone. "But there's still work to do." The naked shemale sauntered away from the full length mirror towards his hotel suite's study desk where maps of Miami and blueprint plans of the Quintos mansion were laying for him to study. He needed to get himself familiar with the city and his new home soon. With the survival of Hugo Quinto and his being heavily protected in Mr. Quintos medical center meant that he might need to flawlessly play the wife's role longer than anticipated. It was purely coincidental to find the young Quinto alive in Miami. Thinking that everyone of the Quinto's member had been eliminated locally, the Peros Locos had only intended to dig up and eliminate the last of them across the border. When the Quintos former kingpin was located in Florida, Diaz and his men were surprised to also find Hugo Quinto receiving treatment in Enrique Quinto's facility. This could only mean that Diego would have to delay his plan of taking out Enrique and observe the situation from the wife's position. The initial disappointment with the postponement was swiftly replaced by enthusiasm as he looked forward to the curiosity of living the life as Heather Quinto. One week in Gallapos Enrique noticed a certain thrill in his wife's eyes as they were having breakfast. He felt relieved to learn that she had overcame the disappointment of not being able to visit the beaches of Mexico. However, he could still feel the distance between the two of them even though she seemed a lot more cheerful for the last couple of months. Their marriage was not in a healthy position but Enrique was determined to ignite the flame again someday soon. He could see the progress in the general happiness of his wife already. He would have accompanied Heather for this trip to Sao Paulo if not for his important board of directors meeting for the next 5 days. After the breakfast, Heather gave her husband a hug before bidding farewell as she got into the Limousine. Hobson was sitting alongside the driver in front as the luxury transportation cruised towards the Miami International Airport. The bodyguard looked on as the soundproof divider went up giving the lovely Mrs. Quinto her privacy. She retrieved her cell from her handbag and made a call. "Diego, I'm on my way to the airport. See you there." Heather said, buzzing with excitement. Two weeks of not seeing the younger lover seemed like an eternity. She was feeling the youthful energy all over again. The 39 year old beauty looked like a teenage girl in a sleeveless summer dress with a majestic pearl necklace and a pair of oversized sunglasses on her head, holding on to her natural blonde hair. The yellow floral dress had its hemline extended a few inches above her knees as her long legs ended into a pair of ankle strap heeled sandals. A matching yellow scarf wrapped around her neck without concealing the pearls. Heather had an angelic smile on her lovely face as she thought about the upcoming week she was going to share with Diego on the Mexican beach. The flight to Sao Paulo took less than nine hours. It was closed to six in the evening when they arrived at the Brazilian city airport. Diego was waving at them at the transit hall before giving Heather an intimate embrace. "So glad to see you, Heather. You looked absolutely ravishing in that dress," Diego complimented. "Thank you. You're always such a darling of a man. By the way, you looked... lighter since the last time I saw you. Did you lose weight?" Heather said as she sounded concerned. "I wasn't feeling well after our adventure in Kenya. It's not much of a big deal. I'll let you know more about it when we're in Mexico. We've got a plane to catch," Diego said. Hobson was surprised by what the Colombian trader had said before asking, "Plane to catch? Mrs. Quinto, is there something that I should know?" With a sigh of breath, Heather explained about the diversion of the trip and the need for her bodyguard to remain at Sao Paulo while she board the next flight to Mexico City with her illicit lover. "Sorry ma'am but you know I can't let you board that flight without my presence. I have direct order from Mr. Quinto to keep you safe," Hobson trying to argue. Diego intervened, "Look Mr. Hobson. I understand your position. But I trust you've already checked my background and realized by now that I'm as well protected as your boss. I have our destination heavily guarded and protected. So, give the lady a break and let her be truly happy for once." Diego walked towards Hobson and placed a cheque worth 50k in his pocket before continuing, "I'll assure you with my life for hers that Heather will be safely back here by the end of the week." The hidden meaning in that sentence escaped both the lady and her bodyguard. Hobson took out the piece of paper from his front pocket and counted the zeros on it. He finally gave in to the enticement and had Heather promised to video call the bodyguard on a daily basis until her return. Hobson in turn would be sending reassuring reports to Mr. Quinto that his wife was enjoying herself on the sands of Sao Paulo. An hour later, Heather was giggling beside Diego as they hold hands and sat side by side flying first class to the capital of Mexico. "Once we've arrived, I have a pleasant surprise for you... my love." Diego teased with a well hidden malice. "Oh, you naughty man," Heather said before leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. ***** Heather was exhausted by the time they touched down in Mexico City. If she had travelled directly from Miami, the flight time would have been significantly shorter. But the need to create a convincing diversion to fool her husband meant that these measures were necessary. Her head still felt heavy even after her nap on the comfortable aircraft cabin. She had flown for more than 10 hours during her previous trips to the Far East but she had never felt as lethargic as she was now. The coffee and tea that Diego had personally prepared for her didn't help. Everything started spinning around her when she got off the plane. Her vision was blurry as she could scarcely make out that they were three men who came to greet them at the airport. The weary blonde was helped into a black vehicle by who she thought were Diego's bodyguard. Thinking that it was purely due to the amount of travelling for the day, Heather decided to concede to the fatigue and slept throughout the rest of the journey - a journey which she thought would bring her to the del Carmen beach. Soundly asleep, Heather was not aware that Diego had been constantly watching her. The sedatives he had slipped inside her drinks during the flight was very potent as expected. In the next few days, his transformation to become this beautiful woman would be completed after a few more final touches. In a few more hours, he would be shedding his male suits and putting on that yellow dress as well as whatever she was wearing underneath. Diego would be a step closer in avenging his family while helping the cause of Perros Locos along the way. His heart was racing. For some reason, he was feeling the constraint inside his pants. The throbbing erection that he was having vindicated his enthusiasm to replace the gorgeous lady more than he realized. Maybe he wanted to be Heather and stay as her even after the assassination of Enrique Quinto. That was certainly something for him to consider. The sudden bump on the treacherous dirt road did not awaken the sleeping beauty. But it did break Diego's train of thought as he shifted his gaze from Heather towards the darkness which enveloped what was supposed to be tropical scenery outside. The vehicle was travelling through a forest to an isolated location - miles away from the nearest beach or any tourist attractions. There were some lights towards the far end of the small and almost hidden road as they were getting closer to an abandoned warehouse. Two tall guarding posts could be seen on each side of a giant steel gate as they gradually came into view. The driver had to shield his eyes momentarily from the spotlight as his car came to a halt in front of a heavily guarded perimeter. There were impressive number of guards carrying heavy duty weapons on the posts and around the fencing as one of them walked towards the stationary vehicle. With the window on the driver side winded down, the guard carrying an AK47 examined the content of the car and nodded when he saw Diego. The chin-strap bearded guard carved a grin on his face as he spotted Heather sleeping with her head resting on Diego's shoulder. He retreated and nodded to the driver before showing a hand signal to his compatriot to open the gate. The black sedan rolled past the entrance and into what seemed like an enormous compound of a warehouse. It was surrounded by a dozen other buildings as they made up the headquarters of the Perros Locos. The place looked like a small town which would have been abled to sustain life on its own. Kids as young as twelve were seen carrying rifles even though the local time now was well past two in the morning. These youngsters aspired to be as deadly of a hitman as Diego one day. Dr. Ramirez was way out of his bedtime as well as he was seen standing in front of the side entrance awaiting the arrival of his latest 'project'. "Diego, Diego, Diego... I trust that you have brought me the last piece of our puzzle," the plastic surgeon said as he observed the barely conscious Heather in the backseat. "This bimbo?... It wasn't that difficult actually," Diego said as he let himself off the other side of the backseat. When a couple of brawny men came to lift the American lady out of the car, she asked drowsily, "Is this the beach...?" before falling back to sleep. She was sandwiched between the two big sweaty men as they carried her by the shoulders into the warehouse. Her luggage was brought out by a skinnier gangster from the trunk as the group disappeared into the huge building. Unlike the exterior, the inside of the warehouse looked more like a fully functional hospital than an abandoned property. It was clean, tidy and looked to be recently renovated. All of the walls and dividers were painted white. There were at least three levels and four sections in each level. There was a highly restricted section in the third floor where only a selected few was allowed to enter. It was the 'Disfrazar la Cirug?a' department. Diego was only allowed in here two months ago where his transformation was initiated. It was more like Dr. Ramirez's playground than a fully operational surgical facility where all the advanced instruments and tools required for transforming a person into someone else had managed to be smuggled in here. Diego walked past a cutting edge operating theater where he was pushed in eight days ago. The scrub nurse, a pretty little brunette stood up from her working desk just outside the OR and greeted Dr. Ramirez before walking towards the entrance of another room to unlock the door for the group's passage. Diego recalled the interesting fling with the lovely 5ft 5" nurse, Nadine where she was kind enough to wrap her lips around his cock and the surprise on her patient's face when he found a 6 inch prick nicely tucked away under her white cotton panties. Of course, Diego returned the favor by fully utilizing the training he received from his acting coach. Nurse Nadine smiled at him as they came to a spacious room with six beds, three on each side - all of them empty at the moment. It looked very much like any ordinary hospital ward except that all the beds had restraining cords on each of its four posts. Heather was laid down on one of the beds before Nadine went to work by stripping Heather off her clothes as the group of five other men watched on. Diego could see the twinkle in their eyes as if a predator found a helpless prey trapped. After taking off her strappy heels, the nurse gently removed the sleeping blonde's yellow dress- clearly not wanting to taint or damage it. She folded it neatly before proceeding to roll down Heather's lacy pink panties and handed it over to Diego who was still fully clothed. "It's yours now. Try it on. See if it fits. By the way, why are you still dressed?" Nadine said. "You can take off the male disguise now, Diego... I think we should get use to calling you Mrs. Quinto from now on... Mrs. Quinto," Dr. Ramirez added. "Why, how silly of me... This silicone mask is killing me and my chest hurts as hell," Diego said in perfect imitation of Heather's melodious voice as he took the panties and put it to his nose. While still warm, there was the scent of her bodily fluid and the musky aroma of her pussy. Nadine reached behind the blonde to unclasp her matching pink brassiere as Diego quickly shedded his male shirt. Reaching for an edge behind his right ear, he pulled off the temporary 'Diego' mask in one swift movement along with the short black wig. The face of Heather came into view along with a cleanly shaved head. The bandage on his chest was removed as well to release a set of perky B cup breast. His male pants and boxer was the last to go as his feminine hips and smooth long legs were exposed. Diego slid Heather's pink underwear up his legs and thighs - feeling its silky material against his skin. His 7 inch raging hard on and the pair of balls seemed incongruous to the rest of the 'bald Heather' as they became the only obstacles for the panties to be pulled into place. The improvisation that he was taught and practiced repeatedly allowed Diego's 'package' to be tucked away before the lacy inner wear was fitted snugly into place. With the technique, the bald Heather's loin now looked every bit as female as the real Heather's naked pussy despite the prior stiffness of his erection. He was then handed the pink demi bra where he tried to fit it onto his recently constructed breasts. It felt a little loose as expected. Dr. Ramirez would have the opportunity to measure and cope a real feel on the subject to make the necessary adjustments on Diego's racks later. Diego reveled in the feel of Heather's lingerie with one hand cupping his boobs through the bra and another feeling up his hidden member through the silk panties. He could still feel Heather's warmth and moisture from its crotch. Meanwhile, Nadine continued to separate the naked blonde from her pearl necklace and the earrings. Lastly and most importantly, her 18 carats wedding ring was slid off her delicate finger and placed in a designated box together with her other jeweleries. Totally nude, the sleeping beauty had all four of her limbs tied to the posts of the bed. The bald Mrs. Quinto observed as Dr. Ramirez took pictures of the real Heather's naked body before doing some measurements. "Perfect, absolutely perfect! Everything except the breasts was less than a few millimeters from the actual size!" Dr. Ramirez said while putting away his notes before dropping his pants and climbed onto his patient's bed; so much for professionalism and medical ethics. The two muscular guys who hauled the lady in had stripped off their trousers as they stroked their huge cocks while waiting for the doctor to finish his turn. On the next bed, Nurse Nadine was resting her back on the headrest as she spread her legs with her white nurse uniform hiked up to her waist as her cock was getting sucked by the skinny guy who carried Heather's luggage. It was such an erotic scene to the point that Diego/ bald Heather couldn't resist yanking his pink lingerie aside to free up his throbbing penis while he lay on the adjacent bed. As he was fondling his breasts, the bald Heather proceeded to pump his manhood to the view of those men shoving their dicks into the cunt. The former Diego had had his time with the bimbo, so he did not share the same enthusiasm as the men. Nurse Nadine pushed aside the skinny guy from her well-lubricated pecker when the men before her were done unloading their seeds into the real Heather as she climbed onto her patient's bed. The image of the petite nurse ramming her 6 incher into Heather's vagina was too much for the false Heather as 'she' ejaculated - shooting cum all the way to 'her' lacy bra and chest. The next morning, the Heather impersonator had 5 minutes left to adjust 'her' blonde wig before the clock struck 10am which was the supposed time for Heather's daily video calls to Hobson. Earlier on, 'she' had gone through the clothes in Heather's luggage and chose to put on a piece of mid-thigh red summer dress. Feeling the need to go with the mood, 'she' had decided to slip on a pair of yellow stripes bikini top and bottom beforehand. Heather's wedding ring and the rest of her jewelries were being worn to complete the disguise before dialing the number in front of a phony beach backdrop. The conversation with Hobson when without a hitch as 'her' first real test acting as Heather Quinto passed with flying colors. 'She' was then scheduled for a surgery the ensuing afternoon to increase the cup size of 'her' breast from B to C in accordance to the actual proportion of the real Heather. ***** Two days after her arrival in Mexico, the original Heather finally woke up. Her head felt heavy as she could barely lift her eye lids. She felt the immense soreness in her groin as much as the tenderness on her thighs. When she tried to move her hands and feet, only did she realized that they were being bound to the bed. She couldn't remember how she ended up here and why she was being tied up. The last vague memories she had was getting on a black sedan with her lover, Diego and the bumpy ride on her supposed journey to the del Carmen beach. But her surroundings looked more like a hospital than a beach resort. Had there been an accident and now she was being treated in some local medical facility? However, that didn't explain the reason she was being restrained. She tried to lift her head and looked around. There were five other empty beds in the room. She could also detect an oddly familiar smell from her body. The stickiness on her skin and her pubic region indicated that quite a number of men had cum in and on her body. There was a sudden surge of panic as the possibility of her being kidnapped, drugged and gang-raped struck her. The sound of a door opening caught her attention. "I'm guessing that there must be thousands of questions running through your mind right now." A lady said as she sauntered into the room. Heather was dumbfounded. She looked exactly like her, sounded exactly like her and moved exactly like her. She was wearing her clothes - an elegant halter neck full length floral dress. Heather's fear intensified when she saw her wedding ring on the lady's dainty finger. "What's going on? Where am I? What have you done to me? Where is Diego?" Heather's voice trembled as those questions came out of her mouth. "Why, baby... I'm here," the lady - her carbon copy abruptly dropped the registry of her tone, reverting back to her real voice. She had suddenly sounded awfully like Diego. "Diego? Is that... you? I don't understand... What the fuck is happening?! How can you be Diego?!" "Oh sweetie... Remember the time when you asked about my weight loss at the Sao Paulo airport? I did promise you an explanation once we got to Mexico. So here goes..." the Heather look-alike spoke in Diego's voice as 'she' explained the Perros Locos's mission of tracking down rival cartel members regardless of whether they were active or not and their unique method of planting a mole inside an organization prior to its demise. "By the way, we had injected you with our bestselling drugs while you were resting. It's one of our finest and most addictive with the worst withdrawal symptoms which require another dose every 24 hours. If you cooperate with us, you won't have to feel any of those horrible pain. Trust me, when the custom made drugs is in your system, you'll continue to live in dreamland. No wonder it's our bestseller, right?" the make believe Heather said as she gradually increase the registry of her voice to the same height as the real Heather's. "You're not getting away with this. My husband is going to find out. My security team will no that I'm missing... and... and they will be surrounding this place in no time. My father is a respected member of the US congress... He has the resource to hunt you people down... I demand that you let me go now!" Heather tried her hardest to sound firm Her impersonator bursted out laughing in an uncharacteristic manner at the na?ve little threat before saying, "Mrs. Quinto, I think you still have no clue how deep of a hole you have got yourself into. As an indicator, the video call I had just made with Hobson half an hour ago showed the relief on his face when he saw me talking cheerfully about the beautiful sands and crystal clear waters. I had just told him that I'm safe and that he should be enjoying himself while waiting for my return. There wasn't a hint of suspicion. In fact, my men saw him bringing a couple of Brazilian chicks to his room last night. Back in Miami, Alfred who had been keeping his eyes on your husband told us that he was still busy expanding his medical facility..." "Wait... What do you mean by Alfred keeping an eye on Enrique? He's my husband's friend and has been working for us for years," the confused blonde questioned. "Well, we did our research and found out from his fellow investigator the debt-stricken Mr. Alfred could be bought with the right amount of money. The only thing he won't do for money was getting his hands dirty with blood. Other than that, he would be glad to mislead your bodyguard into thinking that my former self was the heir of a rich trading tycoon from Colombia," revealed the impersonator as she stood up from her seat and swayed her hips towards Heather before settling down on her bed beside the tied up blonde. The former Diego continued, "As you can see, nobody is missing you right now. If you cooperate with us, we'll certainly let you live. Or else, you could choose to suffer horribly before your death. After our conversation, we will free your hands from the constraints. There is a form on the side table. You'll need to fill it up in order to receive your next dose of medications. Once all the information given has been verified, you'll be allowed to live... as a drug addict. While I'll be living as the new Heather Quinto." "You bastard! I'll never cooperate with criminals like you!" Heather said as she tried to lunge at her 'double' but failed to even get close. "Suits you. But once the withdrawal kicks in, I'm convinced you will change your mind," the impersonator said with a smug. Over the next couple of days, Heather endured waves after waves of severe headaches, thirst, nausea, severe physical pain and hallucinations. It only took them another day for the Perros Locos to finally extract the final pieces of information from her which included her safety box numbers, banking details, security pins and internet passwords. By the end of the week, Heather had turned into a full-blown addict who would do anything for the injected drugs. She was kept as a sex slave in the warehouse along with the other 'replaced' girls for the amusement of the cartel members while the phony Heather flew back to Brazil to rejoin 'her' bodyguard. ***** Sitting with her long slender legs crossed on the leather seat of her limousine, the new Heather was grinning at the prospect of blending into someone else's life. Hobson and the chauffeur would think that 'she' was smiling from the memories of her week long holiday. Only if they knew. 'She' could feel the tightness in her groin as 'her secret' was straining against Heather's purple thong. The matching lacy bra was holding snugly to her improved set of C size boobs as the fabric of the low cut summer dress felt imperious against her soft skin. The luxury transportation cruised away from the Miami airport towards 'her' new home. "Hobson, I wanna thank you for... you know, keeping an eye shut with Diego and all," the imposter said in 'her' best Heather tone. "No problem. I was just doing my job. To tell you the truth though, I had never been so glad to see you when you arrived at Sao Paulo," Hobson said. "I'm sorry for the difficult stance I've put you in. You can be assured that it would be the last time you have to go through that. Diego and I decided its best for us to go our separate ways," 'Heather' said with a smile. "Sorry to hear that..." Hobson did not know what else to say as Mrs. Quinto had seldom open up to him in such fashion. It must be the favor he did for her last week. He was not returning the Fifty thousand dollar cheque though. Arriving at the Quinto's mansion, 'Heather' was pleased to know that her husband was still away in New York. This would provide her with the opportunity to explore the property, in particular her opulent master bedroom. Studying it on blueprints and plans certainly could not beat learning it in real life. With Mr. Quinto constantly away on business trips, 'she' would have plenty of time to get used to the new environment. Prior to the decision to prolong the mission, the former Diego had learnt about the tension in the relationship between Heather and her husband. 'Heather' would not be pushed hard for an excuse not to be intimate with her husband. 'She' wouldn't want to risk her hidden package being discovered - not so soon anyway. Walking into the residence, 'Heather' tried not to act like it was her first time stepping foot into the palatial mansion but it was very challenging for 'her' not to be marveled by the size of it. The butlers and maids were standing by at the door to greet 'her'. How an evil being such as Enrique Quinto could be blessed with such splendor? "His high living would be coming to an end before long," the false wife thought. 'Her' hand traced along the marble hand rail as 'she' ascended the spiraled marble stairs towards the second floor. An extravagant chandelier was hanging all the way from a dome-shaped high ceiling. Everything in the house was ornately crafted with Mexican and Spanish influence - even the door to her new room. Shutting the door behind and making sure that its latch was secured, the impersonator was impressed with the exorbitance of 'her' new room. 'She' was delighted to find a full walk-in wardrobe as big as his old room. Sweeping 'her' feminine hand across Heather's collection of dresses and skirts somehow caused 'her' heart to palpitate. 'She' couldn't explain the reaction. Had all the new belongings incited exhilaration in her? It must had been the female hormones swimming in 'her' system. As in every men's fantasy, the new wife explored Heather's lingerie drawer. It was neat and filled with wide array of panties, bras and stockings. 'She' picked a slinky blue thong and sniffed at the silk fabric. The only remaining Diego part of 'her' was straining hard to be free from the constraint of 'her' panties that it almost hurt. Still grinning, the phony woman flopped onto the plush king size bed before lifting the hem of her dress to her waist with one hand while the other was rubbing 'her' hidden member through the underwear. 'She' yanked the waist-band down to release 'her' engorged cock as it was already coated with precum. The 7 inches of goodness felt amazing as it was exposed to the cool breeze of the air conditioned room. 'Heather' slowly stroked it with her delicate right hand in the same instance as she fondled her breast with her left. 'Her' dick wasn't the only thing erected as she could traced her stiffening nipples even through the bras. Not wanting to stain the beautiful summer dress, the wife pretender briefly sat up to lift it over head and left it on the carpeted floor before resuming with her self stimulation. After a few minutes of casual arousal, the blonde shemale hustled as she was furiously pumping on 'her' throbbing cock. It didn't take long for her to ejaculate as the first load of cum was propelled all the way to her bra and chest. The second and third load of jizz landed nearer and nearer to its source. 'Heather' lifted her cum laden right hand to her mouth and tasted her own semen - something he had learned to enjoy after all the shemale lesbian sessions with Nurse Nadia. 'Heather' continued to lie on the comfortable bed as 'she' thought about the pleasures of living Heather Quinto's life until further notice. 'She' would be staying in touch secretly with Perros Locos on a regular basis while relaying to the headquarters any information regarding 'her' husband and 'her' soon-to-be niece. It had been a leisurely 6 months as a pampered and wealthy wife. Having been in her shoes - literally, the former Diego could understand Heather Quinto's loneliness which she had been talking about during their affair. The husband spent a lot of time away from home and would usually return late. Even when his home, Enrique Quinto would either be in his study hall or sleeping in a separate room - especially after been given the cold shoulder by the wife in more than a few occasion. They did have some light conversations during dinners or when they came across each other in the huge mansion. The casual chattery had always been about his health care business and more importantly, about Hugo Quinto and his recovery. The revelation of the nephew's plan to replace Selena Quinto and wreck havoc in the Perros Locos was something the false wife did not expect to find. None of the intels were left out during her covert communications with 'her' headquarters. With the vital piece of information they have managed to gather, the decision to prolong 'her' involvement as Mrs. Quinto was justified. The only other thing the phony wife didn't expect to find was how much 'she' had enjoyed the role. The once cool and ruthless assassin discovered the feminine side in him when he decided to play the lovely wife. However, it was surprisingly fun and pleasurable way of accomplishing a mission; to the extend that 'she' wished to continue living as Heather even after killing her husband. The interest 'her' boss had shown in Quito's multimillion healthcare businesses meant that 'her' unexpected desire might as well become a reality. Furthermore, Heather's old man's influence in the congress could also help with the marketing of Perros Locos 'products' in the US. The possibilities were kept to herself as she stood in the middle of the huge doorway, looking down at the black limousine which had just arrived from Quinto's medical facility. The impersonator revelled in the snugness of Heather's lacy beige thong and a matching beige bra underneath a white square neck, sleeveless knee-length dress which showed just enough cleavage. With 'her' secret securely tucked away between her thighs, the fake Heather observed as 'her' nephew-turned- niece got off from the limousine. From the previous mission to replace Selena Quinto, 'Heather' was familiar with the 19 year old's looks and the Hugo Quinto who got out off that vehicle looked exactly like his sister, even down to the new hair cut. 'She' was impressed with the work 'her' husband's doctors had done, probably comparable to that of Dr. Ramirez. Over the next seven days was a challenging test for the fake Heather. 'She' was supposed to act as motherly as she could while resisting the temptation of a lesbian sex with the young woman. After all, the last pussy 'she' had seen was that of the real Heather's and that was almost half a year ago. 'She' was also curious to see what a surgically constructed cunt would look like, hence the many close shave they had whenever Hugo/ Selena was in her room naked while trying out Heather's lingerie and dresses. During those times alone with the 'niece', the blonde was feeling adventurous as 'she' took the risk to shed everything but her panties. They were certainly having a great time together playing dress up and making themselves pretty. However, even with 'her' manhood safely hidden in the crotch of her underwear, a slight bulge would had been detected if the nineteen year old had looked close enough. The finest of lines under ?her? breasts would have been visible as well if anyone was to be focusing from a few inches away. Nevertheless, the week went without a hitch as the niece was getting ready to board her flight back to Mexico. It was also the day that the former hitman would be able to complete his mission. After the emotional send off, the husband and 'wife' sat through the quiet journey home. The Final Act 'Heather' was sitting comfortably with her stocking legs crossed at the knees on the couch across from the injured Enrique Quinto. He was forced to remain seated on the leather armchair behind his study desk after being shot by the person he thought was his 39 year old wife. After hearing the lengthy story of what happened to the actual Heather, he still found it hard to believe that the beautiful blonde pointing the silenced 9mm at him was not his wife. She had her face, her long blonde hair, her stunning figure and her mannerism. She even sounded and talked exactly like her. To the husband, the lady settling casually on the Victorian couch couldn't be anyone else. But then, he remembered how Dr. Olson worked his magic on Hugo and transformed him into the replica of his twin sister. It was certainly possible. Still gripping onto his gunshot wound on his right arm, Enrique did not know what to believe anymore. ?Oh darling, I could see that you are still unconvinced by what I?ve just told you,? said the lady as 'she' dropped a few register from the pitch of 'her' voice. ?If even my voice doesn?t sway you, how about this,? she added before uncrossing her legs and spread them wide apart to reveal the lace f her black stockings and the crotch of her black panties. Enrique's chest pounded when he saw a vague outline of a bulge at the bottom of the silk underwear. His heart almost stopped when the supposed wife yanked her panties aside to free up a circumcised and fully erect cock. Even from the distance, the shell shocked husband could see the fluid flowing slowly out of its tip and trailing down its impressive length to its base and cleanly shaved sac of balls. The piece of flesh completed with engorged veins was totally out of place in between those long legs of what looked like the most beautiful woman in his life. Keeping it hidden underneath that tiny piece of lingerie seemed virtually impossible. But that's precisely what he saw. The gorgeous blonde sitting causually in front of him was definitely not his wife. Heck, the person was not even a woman anymore - not with that thing standing proudly from her/his loin. "Now, do you believe me... darling?" the wife look-alike asked with a man's voice while stroking his/her rigid pecker, slathering it with the oozing pre-cum. Enrique started to feel lightheaded as the blood from his arm was oozing slightly quicker than the 'wife's natural lubricant. His body was weakening while he struggled to keep his eyes open. But he did see the lady with with the guns - in more than one ways, stood up and sauntered towards him. The bottom hem of her V-neck sleeveless purple dress was hinged around 'her' stiff shaft as 'she' continued to caress the length with her feminine hand. "Don't you fucking get near me," Enrique said as his only abled hand attempted to search his side drawer for a pistol. As if it was just a walk in the park, 'Heather' fired another bullet through the muscle of his left arm - effectively crippling it. Just like the first time, Enrique was forced back into his chair. There wasn't as much cursing as the initial shot though. He was left amazed at the accuracy of 'her' shots thus far as she didn't seem to be spending a lot of effort aiming at all. That was his last thoughts before passing out. ***** When he came to, Enrique realized he was still in his study. "Was it all just a bad dream?" he thought. Then he became aware of the stinging pain in both of his crippled arm. Someone had wrapped bandages around his gunshot wounds. What had transpired earlier was certainly no dream. Apart from the bandages, he could see that he was no longer sitting on his chair as his wrist was being tied up and he was leaning over his desk. The pants and boxer he was wearing was now around his ankles as his nude hairy ass was exposed. He tried to free himself but the tension of the ropes and the pain in his arms whenever he attempted to pull himself off the restraints meant there was nothing much he could do. "Oh honey, you're up. How's your arms feeling?" It was Heather's voice. Her pronunciation. Her northern slang. But when she swayed her hips into his view and turned around to face him, reality came tumbling back. 'She' had shed her elegant dress leaving on Heather's black lacy bra, panties and the pair of thigh highs. The cock was still emerging from the side of 'her' underwear with a pair of testicles pushing the crotch aside. It all looked surreal up close; he could sense the familiar smell of semen. "I took the trouble to stop your bleeding cause I'm not done playing with you... Not just yet. I couldn't explain it but the chance of finally avenging my family felt oddly arousing," said the blonde shemale, placing 'her' family photo in front of the man responsible for their death. The weak grin on Enrique's face was something the impersonator did not see coming. "Oh... I remember them? How could I forget those tight cunts of your sisters? Your mom's a little loose though. But her asshole more than made up for it," Enrique managed to provoke in spite of his sorry condition. "You son of a..." the phony Heather almost fell for it before drawing a deep breath to calm 'her' nerve. "You sure have a lot to say, especially for someone whose negligence allowed the wife, the real one of course, getting ravaged by countless of men as we speak. Enough of this meaningless conversation. Let me give you the taste of your own medicine while we wait for your replacement." "My replacement? Wh-what do you mean by..." before Enrique got to finish his sentence, he felt a forceful probe followed swiftly by an insanely sharp pain in his ass. At the back of the Nuevo family photo in front of him, there was a 12" x 16" vanity mirror laying conveniently on one of the file cabinets behind his desk. It was supposed to be in the study's attached washroom and must had been relocated by this sick wife pretender who obviously wanted him to see the reflection of what was happening to him. Accompanying the sight of 'Heather' in sexy lingerie and black stocking humping his asshole, was the torment of physical and mental suffering. In his days as the cartel boss, he had raped and killed many women of his rivals and competitions. Never had he thought that that the table would be turned against him - getting violated by a sissy inside his own house. Tears were rolling down his cheeks partly due to the anal agony but mostly because of the worst humiliation he had ever suffered in his life. "There?s? one more? thing? I should? inform you. If you look? at the camcorder? beside the mirror? the red light? indicates that this? whole ass-fucking? is being recorded? My boss has? a fetish for? this kind of? shit? So? it was for his? collection? and viewing pleasure?? the false Heather said in between each thrust. Before long, the ?wife? was pounding away at Enrique?s rump with long hard strokes. The grinding and squeezing provided by the husband?s virgin ass felt heavenly to ?Heather?s cock. It was definitely more restrictive than Nadine?s experienced derriere but ?she? enjoyed fucking it. The moaning of the defeated man got louder with every push. ?Heather? reached around the husband and grabbed his penis before giving it a firm squeeze. The partially hard cock got even harder in the ?wife?s soft hand as she pumped the erection in rhythm with her thrusting. With the extra stimulus, ?Heather? could feel her husband?s anal muscles clenched on her dick tighter as she was building up to what seemed like a very intense orgasm. ?She? pounded Enrique?s ass with all her remaining strength as she could feel the sacs shrinking around ?her? balls. A few more powerful thrusts and ?Heather? buried herself balls deep inside of his ass and exploded. The usually elegant ?lady? let out an animalistic growl as her whole body shuddered and ?her? cock spewed cum into her captive?s rectum. At the same time, she could feel wetness in her pumping fist as the husband ejaculated into the front panel of his desk. ?Oh fuck, oh? Oh God? Ohhh yeah?!? the satisfied ?wife? mumbled as she collapsed on top of ?her? husband. They stayed that way for a few moments until Heather?s cellphone rang. ?She? got up and gave ?her? husband?s backside a slap before answering the phone. ?Hola Boss? You and the men are outside? Si, I was just about to finish with him? Si, I?ll let you guys in?? said the shemale in Heather?s melodious voice. After hanging up, she cleaned herself with a towel from the washroom, slid her flaccid penis back into her panties and picked the purple dress from the couch before putting it back on. She examined her appearance through the mirror in front of the humiliated husband and swung her hips out of the study room. Enrique could hear the clicking of her heels further and further away but he was helpless to free himself. Meanwhile, ?Heather? ambled along the hallway, stepping over the two dead bodyguards towards a security console beside the main Mahogany door. The small monitor showed the faces ?she? was expecting as ?she? dialed the security pin to disarm before pressing another button to open the automatic gate for the late night visitors. Unlocking the 10 feet hardwood door and letting herself out, she had her arms crossed below her boobs as she waited for the black van to pull up near the steps before the main entrance. It was the same spot where Hugo Quinto had got out of the limousine looking like Selena seven days ago. This time though, ?she? saw her Boss along with four other men getting out of the van. The false Heather greeted Pedro Diaz with a hug and a kiss on each of his cheeks before saying, ?You looked just like him. I think you?ll fit right in.? Two Selenas The information on the sedatives that was going to be used by the former Hugo Quinto was useful after all. It was all thanks to Alfred and a shemale Heather, the Peros Locos was abled to anticipate a vengeful Quinto was coming to them. The hotel in Mexico City was chosen as a set up. The Selena, who betrayed her family, had taken the antidote to the sedatives prior to her check in. ?All I had to do was to act if I had actually fainted. You know, acting had always been my specialty,? the evil Selena said as the cartel members enjoyed looking at the two naked young women, one pinning down the other on the bed of the 5-star hotel suite. The one at the top had a dick and a pair of balls hanging from her crotch while the other had a surgically constructed pussy. None of them were the real Selena Quinto, Hugo?s 19 year old twin sister. Hobson, Enrique?s bodyguard sent to accompany Hugo had been shot dead by the Locos?s men. The confused boy, who had undergone plastic surgery and sex reassignment to look like his twin sister, did not know what to do now. The revelation of Alfred and most of shockingly, Auntie Heather as one of them was as much of a bombshell as discovering a penis on who she thought was her sister. Then, he had gotten even more lost when he was told that the real Selena was not responsible for the death of his parents. He tried to fight off the shemale Selena but his female body was no match even for someone with an identical physique. It was apparent whoever that had stolen his sister?s identity, was no ordinary person. ?The shemale bitch must be had been doing this for a living ? pinning people down, killing them and acting as them,? Hugo desperately thought, before saying out loud, ?Let me go, you freak!? ?If I?m a freak, what are you, Hugo? At least, I didn?t abandon my manhood,? the shemale said as the cartel men burst out laughing. ?She? was stroking at ?her? fully erect cock. At its full length, it was at least 8 inches, impressive for such a petite body. ?Like I said; be a good girl and I'll tell you what had actually happened. What had happened to your beautiful sister?" she added. Sensing some calm, the brunette shemale signaled for her men to take over and tie up the captive to the bed. ?She? was aware that her men were getting impatient with the prospect of a gangbang with a female and a shemale. So was ?she?. So was ?she?. To be continued?