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Escape Ch.6 At long last, I have managed to finish this chapter. My apology for the long wait but your comments and review motivated me to find whatever time possible for me to complete it. Thank you. As usual, I crave to hear from you readers. Let me know if you like it or even chip in your ideas. You readers will always be my inspiration. Thanks! WARNING: This story contains TG, masturbations, incest and brief narrations of rape. Home Invasion Seventeen year old Rachel Wilson struggled to free herself from the muscular man on top of her. She had been pushed down into a supine position on the sofa by one of the six Kozak Wallansky's men who managed to break into the Wilsons residence. The teenage blonde was crying and screaming as she was about to be penetrated by the intruder who had her clothes all torn up, leaving her with nothing but a hiked up bra. The foul smell of cheap cigarettes was heavy from the mouth of her assailant as he attempted to kiss her on the mouth while she kept her head swinging from one side to another. His strong left hand was enough to pin down her upper body as his right venture down towards her mound in search of her weakness. While searching, the mobster settled his sucking mouth on her neck before slowly travelling down to her pert breasts. Rachel's body weakened as her nipple was getting sucked at the same time as her clitoris was being stroked. "No, please don't... Please... Let me go... Please...Mommy, help..." Rachel cried before her lips were sealed shut by the mouth of her ugly assailant. She could feel his tongue probing inside of her oral cavity as more and more of his saliva was transferred into her mouth. Her pudendum was getting nicely moisture by the stimulation of the gangster who already had his fully erect cock standing by. In spite of his victim's pleading, the beast of a man pushed his huge dick into Rachel's vagina. The pussies of his regular prostitutes were no match for tight teenage cunt. He did not expect this lovely blonde to be a virgin but her box was as constrictive as one. 'Mommy ain't gonna be of much help now..." the unsightly assailant mocked. He was not wrong as 42 year old Katherine Wilson was helpless seeing her daughter got violated. She was unable to move while being held by a strong pair of hands as one of the two men attending to her was busy groping at her well-preserved body. Her sports bra had been tore from her chest while her spandex running pants and panties had been pulled down to her knees as a skinny guy, the smallest in the pack, was sucking at her nipples. The index and middle finger of his right hand had been inserted into the mother's pussy as he finger fucked her. Katherine was just getting ready for her usual early morning run when the mafia's men broke into her home and now she was in a compromising position with these tattooed guys. The big man behind her started to plant kisses on her neck while maintaining his firm grip on her shoulder as Benny, the skinny guy, was getting really rough with her pussy. He was about to insert a third finger into the restrictive confinement of Katherine's vagina when the mother finally let up; "Ouch, ya asshole! That bloody hurts! Take it easy will ya..." Katherine said in an uncharacteristic accent. "Sorry boss..." Benny suddenly sounded inferior and apologetic. Hearing her mom's reaction, the supposedly in distress Rachel could not keep up with her acting and bursted out laughing. She shoved the bulky guy, who was topping her, away before rolling on the sofa in hysterical laughters. Not only did the gangster who was half way fucking her, not infuriated by his victim's respond, he started chuckling with her. The mood quickly became infectious as the group of five were sharing the amusing expression. "Mom, you loose... You broke character..." Rachel said as tears of laughter trickled down from her big blue eyes. "Oh fuck it! The role playing was getting a little weird for me anyway. Let's just go straight to the point..." said former mafia boss, Robert 'Rocky' Wallansky who had been assuming the identity of the gorgeous Katherine Wilson for almost a month now. Thirty eight year old Chico Alves, who had swapped with Adrian Torres for Rachel's live-skin, was even more amused with Torres's sudden change from aggressive to menial reaction in the skinny mobster's live-skin. In less than an hour, they had turned an actual home invasion and an impending rape scene to a kinky staged one thanks to the their irreversible AER gun and the sneakiness of Samuel Johnson. The empty live-skins of Oliver, his 20 year old daughter Olivia, 39 year old neighbor Claire Pearson and three other mafia underlings were scattered all over the living hall floor. ***** A couple of hours earlier, it was still 5.45 in the morning when the first rays of sun lights were just making its way out of the eastern horizon. The lovely blonde, Katherine Wilson had risen up early as usual. She had just stepped out of the shower and was rummaging through her dresser before choosing to slide on a blue cotton panties and a matching sports bra. After donning a dark blue skin-tight tee and a pair of equally restrictive knee-length purple running pants which accentuated her firm bubble butt, the former Rocky glided out of the walk-in wardrobe towards the king size bed in the middle of the spacious bedroom. Dr. Kenny Smith in the form of Katherine's husband, Oliver Wilson was sleeping soundly as the make believe wife leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. He stirred slightly before returning to snoring away for at least a couple more hours. 'Katherine' could not blame him as they had been fucking each others brains out late into the night before their daughter, Rachel and a supposedly unknown man, Chico Alves was willing to go back to their own rooms. In spite of their late night endeavors, the mother who had recently lost her youngest son, had built a habit of waking up early and working out to keep her in such fine shape. Katherine smiled before leaving her husband to his sleep and walked out of the master bedroom. The house was understandably quiet since the departure of the housekeepers after a fruitful meeting with Oliver. When she was about to descend the opulent marble stairs, a clicking sound from the patio broke the silence. It was followed by the sounds of footsteps in the kitchen all the way from the back of the huge property. Her initial thought was some of the maids had left something behind and came to pick it up. The upper class wife proceeded down the stairs to the ground floor and sauntered along the hallway to the kitchen. "Primilla, is that you?" Katherine called out. A skinny guy, who slightly resembled Alves, appeared out of the corner from the dinnette startled her. Katherine, or rather her former self knew the guy. He was one of Kozak's 'dogs' - Benny. The guy produced a typical arrogant grin any mob would show on their face whenever they found their prey. "Well, well... Mrs. Wilson, a very good morning to ya... Don't mind if we intrude..." Benny said with a 9mm Beretta in his right hand. Even without having to ask, 'Katherine' knew what they wanted and who were they looking for. It certainly wasn't a simple break in or robbery judging by the number of men slowly coming out of the shadow behind their leader. 'She' was quickly surrounded by the six of them in the large hallway. 'She' knew that breaking her character now and revealing her true identity would do more harm. Kozak had sent these men to make sure his brother was really dead. "Who... Who the hell are you people? Wh... Why are you in my house? Get out now or I'll call the cops!" the former mob boss said while maintaining his 'Katherine' character. "Don't worry, Mrs. Wilson. We're not gonna hurt ya or ya family... IF ya cooperate with us and help us locate a few of ar former acquaintances, we'll leave without anyone getting hurt. I promise." Benny said as his eyes were zoning up and down the wife's perfect figure. "Honey?! Is there a problem? Who are you talking to?" Oliver had been awakened by the noises as he descended the stairs to check on his wife. "Oh hi Mr. Wilson! Glad ya show up!" Benny said as he redirected his gun towards the husband. Oliver's pair of eyes widen as he instinctively raised his hands. One of the bigger thugs took hold of Katherine as the husband and wife were steered to the living hall. Benny directed all five of his men to search the house and brought down the two beautiful daughters. Once the chateau was thoroughly combed, Olivia and Rachel were brought to join their parents in the common area as hostages. "Now, I'm only interested in whether you nice folks ever helped a person named Robert Wallansky aka Rocky who we believe survived from the prisoners transfer accident a month ago?" "You're talking about the prisoner in the train crash? For god sake, didn't you see the news? He's dead. Why would you think we'd be helping him anyway?!" Oliver said before getting a punch across the face. Katherine was pleading while the daughters started sobbing. "Do I look stupid to ya, Mr. Wilson? We know a cop by the name of Jones stopped by a couple of weeks back and asked about the fugitives. We just wanna help out ar old friend. You don't have ta hide him anymore. We'll take it from here. Just let us know where he is and we'll leave ya fine- looking wife and daughters alone," Benny lied as even if Rocky was handed to him on a platter, he wouldn't be leaving without getting his hands on those beautiful ladies. "Yes... Yes the officer did stop by and asked about the fugitives but I've already told him everything. We don't know anything about them escaping. No offense, but we're actually relieved when we heard that those horrible people were dead. Why would we be helping him anyway?" said Katherine sounding all innocent. A slap landed across her face. The 42 year old mother started shedding tears as her right cheek reddened from the fresh blow. Oliver pleaded for Benny and company to leave her alone. The lean but mean looking gangster took out a photo of Rocky in expensive suits with a Cuban cigar on the edge of his mouth and showed it to the family. "Open your eyes wide and look at this picture. I want you to think carefully before answering because, trust me, a lot is at stake here," threatened Benny while his 5 big pals looked on with equally intimidating expression. The photo was shown to each and every one of the four Wilsons. When it was flashed in front of Katherine, her pussy twitched at the look of her former self. It was a portrait taken 3 years ago just before he was sent to the penitentiary. Even with the nice clothes and pose, he looked old, worn out and grossly overweight. The wrinkled skin and balding head was a far cry from his current body of a gorgeous and healthy blonde. In spite of the situation, 'she' felt kind of sexy to look at 'her' old body from the big blue eyes of a beautiful lady. Somehow, 'she' managed to suppress the excitement from showing as she maintained her frightened state. So were her daughters as Rachel continued sobbing while Olivia was calmer but tears were accumulating in her deep blue eyes. Apart from the ones they plastered all over national news, none of them had seen the man in real life. Benny took a deep breath as he was losing his patience. He observed the ladies of the house and noticed the lovely mother was in skin tight sports attire which was exhibiting all her sexy curves. She was probably on her way to an early morning workout. Her daughters were equally as alluring. The brunette was in a white pajama tee and a tiny piece of shorts. Her nipples were straining against the cotton fabric. The younger blonde was also in her sleeping clothes - a pink bottomless long tee as the repetitive pink heart shaped patterns of her white cotton panties were showing despite her best effort to keep her knees together. "Maybe a little persuasion would have them talking," Benny said without looking to his men as they knowingly went to work. A towering guy with a chin strap beard walked around to the back of the girls before grabbing Katherine by the arms to a standing position for Benny to plant his hands on her boobs. The blonde tried to fend off the molestation but the man getting hold of her was too strong. Oliver stood up and attempted to rescue his wife before he was immediately given another swipe on the face by another big guy. The second blow packed more force than the earlier one by Benny as the husband was immediately knocked unconscious. The other intruders grabbed the remaining two girls as the sisters frantically tried to free themselves. Torres in the petite body of Rachel Wilson wished he could take off his live-skin now to at least have a fair chance of taking up these big fellows. To do that, he would have to shoot himself with the AER gun to have the slit reemerged at the back of the skin's neck. However, doing so would not only expose his true identity, but would also reveal the identity of Rocky. That would also mean the end of their fortunate streak as Kozak's men would surely finished each of them off before taking the AER with them. In the end, the former Adrian Torres could only continue his acting as Rachel and thought about the time they were the ones doing the exact same thing to the real Wilsons in front of Agent Jones. 'So, this was the taste of their own medicine,' he thought. 'Rachel' was dragged to the sofa by a couple of men before her pajama tee was being torn off. Her braless tits stood proudly as the perverted guy, who was sitting on top of her upper body was eagerly fondling them. She desperately tried to close her thighs together as the other man easily slid her cute little panties off her smooth long legs. Torres felt helpless and pathetic but he knew only too well that resisting wouldn't do him any favor either. He felt his Rachel legs being spread wide apart by a pair of strong hands as the ugly mustache guy went for his Rachel pussy. 'She' could feel the rough sandpaper-like sensations of his facial hair and his tongue probing at 'her' young cunt. Coupled with the groping of her breasts, the whole thing didn't actually felt too bad. It was just the way they forcefully did it against 'her' will which was upsetting 'her'. The sound of a loud slap caught Rachel's attention as he glance over to her sister who was lying on another set of couch. She was holding a hand to her recently hit left cheek. They must have been pissed to find out that she was having her menses and couldn't do her. But that didn't stop them from playing with her ample breasts as one of them was sucking at her nipple. 'Rachel' scanned the rest of the area for mom and noticed that she was still being held in a standing position. She too was having her titties sucked and massaged by Benny. Her shirt and sports bra had been hiked up while her running pants was still intact, but not for long as the skinny gangster was moving his hand downwards to cup at mom's crotch. The sound of 'her' assailant unzipping his pants brought the attention back to her own predicament. The fellow who was playing with her boobs earlier had switched to the top behind her head to hold down her wrists as his pal was getting ready to penetrate her with his throbbing cock. Right then, the familiar swishing noises followed closely by the sounds of bodies hitting the floor. The head of the bulky chap on top of Rachel collapsed on its weight as vapors escaped the now empty orifices of his eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth. Within seconds, he was turned into a bundle of live-skin even before he got to push his cockhead into the young blonde's vagina. 'She' could feel her wrists being released as the man who was holding it became another bunch of live-skin. Reaching to the back of her neck, Rachel found her skin's slit had rematerialized indicating whoever was firing the AER gun was doing it randomly without too much time to aim. The teenage blonde sat up and realized that all of Kozak's men had been converted into collections of live-skins and clothes. Some was lying on the floor while some was bundled up on the sofa. Olivia smirked as she stood up from the couch and walked over to an anxious looking Claire Pearson who was still shaking with the AER in her hands, "Ya sure took yar time buddy..." Olivia had totally shed her fragile and helpless look as she took the costume gun away from the 39 year old neighbor. "Well done, Sam! You saved ar ass this time," Katherine spoke in 'her' old Rocky accent as 'she' readjusted her sports bra and shirt. "I wouldn't have made it if not for Chico. He called me before getting dragged down," the former Samuel Johnson said in the guise of the lovely Claire. "And fortunately for us, the AER was kept in the SUV after Jonesy's visit. So it wasn't too much trouble for ar friendly neighbor to retrieve it from the garage before turning these douchebags into... douchebags..." They all laughed at 'Olivia's joke. All except 'Oliver' who was still unconscious from the earlier knockout punch. Katherine ambled over to 'her' husband and put his head on her lap before gently patting on his face. The former Dr. Smith gradually came to live as he was still feeling the effect of the heavy blow. When he gazed around, he was aware of the additional live-skins scattered all over the living room and had the rough idea what had just happened to the mobsters. Still holding his head, he was helped by Katherine to the nearest couch. "Thank God for the AER. How the hell did your brother know you were here?" Oliver directed the question to Rocky who was still in the live- skin of Katherine Wilson. "My best guest would be Agent Jones's informant. He must have tipped off Kozak by asking about ma possible return to Nou York before comin down to Dallas. Knowin ma brother, he wouldn't let it rest until he was sure I was dead," Katherine said, still using the odd slang. "If that's the case, I guess we ought to do something about it. Damn, just when I thought everything had been taken care of," Oliver said before going into deep thought. Then he added, "These men; their vehicles must have still be out by the road. We need to put on some of their live-skins and drive them to a concealed location. Rock... I mean, Katherine, you go tell the gardener and the chauffeur to take a day off." Katherine was holding the slit together all the while as she listened to her husband. By the fifth minute, the slit disappeared as she had no intention of taking it off. She picked up the phone and gave both of the last remaining two house staff and sent them home for the day. Meanwhile, Torres huge physique slowly emerged from Rachel's small live- skin as he was taking her off. By the end of the process, the 17 year old girl was lying on the floor around his feet along with her panties. Chico had already shot Claire with the AER before shedding his Olivia skin. Now the neighbor was discarding her dress and lingerie before pulling the opening at the back of her neck. Claire's beautiful face suddenly became grotesque as the smooth skin on her chest became wrinkled and detached. Her perky C size breasts became deflated and deformed as the much darker skin appeared underneath. A black dude's face replaced that of a white brunette lady as Samuel was pulling his hands out of Claire's slender arms. His black dick was semi-erect when Claire's white hairless pussy was slipped off his groin. Mrs. Pearson's soft and long creamy white legs were quickly replaced by Samuel's fleshy black limbs. Leaving Claire's live-skin on the floor, Samuel walked over to one of the intruders' skin and picked one up before donning it. Torres, who developed a taste for becoming someone smaller, chose the live-skin of Benny. Having been used to always turning into someone as pretty and angelic as Rachel, it was somewhat ironic having to put on the live-skin to become someone with a similar train of thoughts. The flashback of Benny Gonzales was full of memories similar to his - bad childhood and dead people. The only difference was: Benny had a partner to get his hand dirty for him. He seemed to be aiming high for Kozak's throne one day. Samuel had completed his disguise as Benny's current partner, Mickey who was almost 2 feet taller than Torres's new identity. With their new memory, they walked out through the back door towards the street and drove the two black sedans to the spot where Agent Jones had parked his vehicle not too long ago. It was still before 8 in the morning when the two men strolled back into the residence without attracting too much attention. Once back inside, the two 'gangster' should not had been surprised to find the family members were up to something kinky again. Dr. Smith had shed his Oliver skin and assumed the body of the biggest guy from the group as he pretended to hold Katherine hostage and groping at her body. Torres was a little bewildered though, when he found Rachel walking around without him being inside of her. He then found out that it was Chico who wanted to try out Rachel's live-skin as 'she' swayed her hips in her torn up clothes and panties towards 'Mickey' while 'Benny' strolled over to join 'Katherine'. "We still have time to amuse ourselves a little. Kozak's men had gotten me all primed. Let's just finished what they started, shall we?" the phony blonde wife said. ***** The pretense lasted almost 2 hours as the three fake racketeers took turns fucking the smoking hot blonde mother and daughter. 'Katherine' felt the aching in her pussy and anus after getting repeatedly screwed by some of the biggest cocks 'she' had ever had in her body since becoming the lovely housewife. 'Her' womb felt full from all the seeds that had been spewed inside of her. It was refreshing none the less to have some new penises to play around with after almost a month of womanhood. Kozak's men might not have the brains, but the former Rocky was certainly impressed by the size of their cocks. 'She' was smiling at the thought of keeping some of the additional live-skin for future usage. "So, what do you have in mind, honey?" Dr. Smith asked as he was halfway putting back on Oliver's live-skin. "I guess we don't have much option but to go offensive. I think it's time to pay little brother a visit." Katherine said with a smug. Shannon Parker The deep husky voice of her husband talking loudly on the phone woke Shannon Parker Wallansky. The irritation in his voice could only indicate something must have gone wrong with his latest obsession - the obsession of thinking that his brother was still alive. Even with news all over the country stating the death of the former head of her husband's 'Corporation', he was still unable to let it rest. "What do ya mean they never showed up? Fuck them!! Did the two of ya go in anyway? Yeah... ya found nothin'... Wait, wait, wait... what da ya mean ya found nothin'? Then why the hell Jones stuck his nose in that place. There must be a fuckin' reason. Oh, fuck it!" Kozak Wallansky rarely showed the ill-tempered side of him in front of his 33 year old wife. He had always loved her and did his best not to upset her. That was the reason he never wanted to bring any gang-related business back to his 11 million dollar upscale Manhattan Penthouse. After abruptly ending the call from Benny, he turned to the bed and found that his voice had awakened his beautiful companion. As an ex-Playboy center fold model, Shannon was one fine-looking woman. She had a spellbinding pair of gray green eyes which was complimented perfectly by a small straight nose and high cheekbones. Her lips were plump but not overly so as it was made nicely for kissing while her straight black hair extended all the way pass her shoulder. She cocked up her upper body on her left elbow as she stroked her slightly disheveled long hair with her right dainty fingers while looking at her husband. After 5 years of marriage, Shannon knew her husband was still checking her out rather regularly. She was wearing a sexy black laced babydoll which showed off her stunning figure really well. Kozak knew every detail about her impressive 34D breasts to her thin waist which curved attractively to her womanly hips and firm derriere. The former model was almost as tall as her husband at 5'8" courtesy of a pair of smooth long legs. "What's the matter sweetie?" Shannon asked with concern. "It's no big deal. I got it under control. Sorry that I woke ya..." Kozak said as he leaned forward to kiss the wife on the lips after placing his cellphone on the bedside table. Every single time he stressed himself out, his wife had never fail to calm his nerves. Shannon had always been there for him. She had always told him that despite all the nasty stuffs he had committed, deep down there was a kind-hearted man in him. The initial peck on the lips had turned into passionate kissing as the husband climbed onto the luxurious bed to hold his wife in deep embrace. His hands roamed all over her body, feeling the softness of her creamy white skin. Kozak loved his wife despite her not being the smartest person and it was that innocence which made him endured Shannon even more. The husband wouldn't mind her craving for the high living and those overpriced branded goods. She would had no problem maxing out every credit cards in her possession each month before turning to her husband for extra to buy that 'limited edition bag' which was never really limited. Kozak looked past all that just like how she would look past all his naughtiness. Besides, she was exceptional in bed. After lifting her babydoll up and over her head, Shannon reminded the husband how good of a lover she was. She migrated her lips from Kozak's mouth to his neck before moving down teasingly over his paunchy body. The hairs on his chest tickled her nose but it didn't stop her from kissing and licking her way down towards her ultimate prize. The curvy sex kitten stroked the outline of her husband hard on before kissing it through the fabric of his underpants. It was one of those tight underwear worn by sexy male model. However, it came out silly on her slightly overweight husband. Much like his brother Rocky, at 54 year old, Kozak was never the best looking man she had ever fucked. He had an intimidating features where his left eye seemed to be bigger than his right while his nose appeared too large for his round face. But as long as he showered her with love and more importantly money, Shannon didn't mind as she withdrew the waist band to release his okay 6 inch cock. She had been penetrated by penis twice that size during her modeling days but now she had to be satisfied with her husband's average length. Shannon took the head of the fully erect cock into her mouth as she slashed her tongue all over it before sliding it all the way down to her throat. She enjoyed the girth though as it stretched her mouth whenever she deep throated the fuck tool. Bobbing her head on the cock, the wife thought about how it would expand her pussy once she was riding it. With that in mind, the lovely brunette let the pecker slid out of her mouth as she mounted the husband who was lying on his back. Kozak had always been amazed by his wife's ability to control her muscles to keep her vagina tight around his cock. It felt as good as teenager's virgin cunt. But Shannon was no amateur as she always seemed to know when her husband was getting close. After some time, Shannon pulled the glisteningly wet penis out of her mouth as she raised her breasts to lay on each side of the throbbing cock. She squeezed them together on the wet erection before making rhythmic movement as if she was stroking the prick with her boobs. Kozak was almost in heaven as he took in the glorious sensation of titty fucking his wife while lying on his back. It was some sort of a trademark sex maneuver for Shannon Parker due to her large pair of jugs. It wasn't long before the sexy brunette detected the tightening in her husband's sacs as she interrupted the boobies humping before sitting upright and lower her dripping wet pussy onto the fat shaft. She could feel it stretching her walls as she slowly started another type of rhythmic movement. Shannon groped her pair of tits and crammed them together as she rode her husband like a wild animal. Kozak would never get tired of watching his wife playing with her breasts as he felt his lovely woman exert pressure on his cock with her vaginal muscles. She kept bouncing her gorgeous body up and down his hips until their impending climax. It was getting really close. "Fuck! Oh fucking fuck! I'm fucking coming! Oh fuck yeah!!" Kozak yelled. "Oh baby... I'm coming too, baby... Oh I'm fucking coming! Fuck... me... baby... fuuucckkk!!" Shannon screamed as she experienced the most explosive of orgasms. She could feel her womb getting overflowed with waves after waves Kozak's warm cum as the couple's body tensed up before Shannon collapsing on top of her man. Kozak was still inside her as she rested her beautiful face sideway on her husband hairy chest. She traced her finger along her first name tattooed just below the man's right collar bone. Kozak might not be the best looking man she had ever slept with, but the current mafia leader had always cherished his woman. For Kozak, Shannon Parker would always be his one and only. The wife lifted herself from her husband, letting his flaccid penis slide out of her pussy along with copious amount of cum. After a brief moment of post climatic embrace, the lovers felt asleep. Kozak Wallansky would forget about his brother - for now. The next morning, the mafia boss received another call from his loyal henchman, Benny. There was some update on Rocky's whereabouts and they couldn't talk on the phone. Kozak quickly got himself dressed in an expensive white suit and top it off with a white hat. He gave Shannon, who was still lying on the bed, a peck before leaving with a couple of fearsome bodyguards in tow. With her alone in the luxurious condominium, the wife got up and headed to the bathroom thinking of her plans for the day. The lacy babydoll was taken off and thrown into the laundry hamper along with her silk thong as she sat herself on the commode to empty her pent up bladder. She thought about paying Kozak a visit for lunch at his Brooklyn headquarter but recalled his disliking of being distracted during busy times. The 'Corporation' was currently booming with nightclub businesses where most of their drugs ended up to the 'consumers'. The family franchises had started in The Bronx and currently had extended its stakes to Brooklyn and Queens. Kozak had just opened his first nightclub in Manhattan last month whom the Mayor of New York was in attendance. The money was flowing in relentlessly and the bribings were necessary to keep his wide-ranging businesses operating without any hindrance. But Shannon knew her husband had been occupying his time lately with digging the trails left by the man who started it all. He didn't need Rocky to return and reclaim everything back from his brother. Shannon might not be as dumb as her husband thought to have that figure it out. The former Playboy playmate stepped into the hot shower to rinse off the all the 'sex' from her body. For Shannon, her body would always be her best asset and she would always go to great length in making sure that it was always well taken care of. Her daily routine was always on the obsessive side with an hour with a trainer, an hour of one-on-one yoga and another hour with a nutritionist; all in an effort to burn every ounce of fat and keep her weight between a hundred to a 110 pound despite the weight of her ample mamaries. After having her hair conditioned and properly washed, Shannon turned her attention to her body. She did a proper scrub before washing it off and reapply another layer of skin softening soap with a loofah. Starting at the decolletage, Shannon gently rubbed the loofah against her skin in circular motions. She spent more time on her D cup breasts, feeling the ticklish sensations of it brushing across her nipples before working her way down to her ankles. Satisfied with the detailed cleaning, the young wife rinsed off the body wash with warm water before stepping out of the shower and drying herself with a towel. When she was about to step into her wardrobe, the door bell sounded. Kozak had been gone for less than an hour. She wouldn't be surprised if he had forgotten something and returned to collect it. With him having to press the doorbell, the husband who was 20 years her senior must had forgotten his keys as well. Shannon quickly wrapped herself in a bathrobe before making her way to the door. Looking through the peephole of the ornately crafted double door, she saw Benny and Mickey grinning on the other side. Shannon had known Benny as long as she had known her husband. He was there when Kozak started making his move on his future wife. While Rocky acted as a father figure during their wedding, Benny was his best man. He was close enough with Kozak to be allowed the occasional visit to the Manhattan penthouse where Shannon was staying. Benny was even entrusted to guard the residence whenever there were threats from business rivals. The condominium security must had been abled to recognized him immediately to allow the duo up onto the penthouse level. Shannon had her robe tied properly before opening the hardwood door. "Hi Benny! How are you doing?" the wife said. "Hello Shannon! You're one fine woman..." Benny said with a peculiar grin. "Oh, cut it out Benny!" the curvy brunette blushed at the compliment before adding, "But Kozak's not here right now." "Oh, we're not looking for him... We're here for you..." Benny said as his fiendish grin got wider. CIA Secret Lab Professor Eugene Phillips was sitting at Sarah Patterson's desk, wearing her body-hugging sky blue skirt suit overlaying her lacy white bra and panties while focusing his new pair of Sarah eyes on the computer monitor which the real Sarah Patterson had been utilizing until 3 weeks ago when she had been permanently converted into a live-skin. Since then, the elderly scientist had been enjoying his role as the 29 year old blonde physicist who had always been matching her gorgeous looks with her abundant intelligence. By donning her live-skin, the former professor discovered not only the thrill of being young again but also felt the increased sharpness of the combined mind. Then there's the newfound desire of living the life of a beautiful woman. Sarah's body was so much more sensitive than his old male body that every touches on her porcelain skin was a bliss. The AER's presentation two days ago was a success. Every member of the CIA board including the President of the United States were in awe of the demonstration. Of course, the train crash incident was kept under wraps to avoid any unnecessary worries of the technology falling into the wrong hands. As a result, the government had increased its funding into the agency and its secret research lab. Ms. Patterson had been tasked to improve the prototype while a separate team of security expert had been set up to instil high end protection technology into the device. The team comprised of three computer wizards who would be working with the AER co-inventor. For the former Professor Phillips, these brats were nothing but a hindrance for him to achieve greater success. The phony Ms. Patterson could feel the black thigh highs brushing against each other as 'she' crossed 'her' legs under the lab desk as 'she' entered her calculations into the new formula she had managed to work out for the past week. The 'Enter' key was pressed with 'her' manicured index finger after the appropriate numbers had been inserted. 'She' waited for the supercomputer to process all the data before coming up with a simulation on how an improvised version of AER weponary would work. The sparkles in the lovely blonde's eyes accompanied the smile on 'her' beautiful face as the results were displayed before her on the LCD monitor. As much as 'she' was excited with the outcome of the simulation, the make-believe Sarah was even more impressed at how brilliant 'her' mind had become. Never in 'her' wildest dream that she would be expected to achieve such a massive breakthrough in such a short span time. All she needed to do was to programmed the formula into a chip and swapped it out with the old one in the current AER gun. "Now, let's see if we can find ourselves a test subject..." the grinning 'Sarah' thought as she turned away from her computer towards the laboratory administration staffs, then towards the three new arrivals in a separate 'secure technology' room. With the success of the AER, growth within the scientific laboratory was inevitable. All the rooms and sections in the lab were by default divided by bulletproof glass panels. So, 'Sarah' could catch a long glimpse at the members of the security team. The two geeks, a short chubby fellow and a tall skinny young man introduced themselves as Rick and Rupert. Both of them were in their mid-20s, and both of them seemed forgettable. The only one who caught her attention was the 24 year old Ellie Porter. 'Sarah' liked the girl's personality. Her Gothic appearance with thick mascara, dark purple lipsticks and pale complexion was shouting for attention anyway. Ellie had piercings on her nose, ears where the left side had 5 earrings while the right had only one which was a shape of a skull while her raven black hair was done in pigtails and was dyed partially in red. She appeared to have tattoos on her neck, arms and most probably on other places as well. Her code of attire was usually the black T-shirt with mini skirt and goth jewellery which was what she was wearing today. Under all that, 'Sarah' could tell that she had a rather slender figure of about 5ft 7" with a pair of pert breasts and thin waist. The makeup barely hid her lovely deep blue eyes, narrow straight nose and a pair of naturally plump lips. Going by how Rick and Rupert had been hitting on her all week, Ellie was definitely one attractive young woman in a refreshing sort of way. Her reputation as one of the best hackers in the country made her an interesting personality - as well as the perfect candidate for Ms. Patterson's upcoming experiment. If the outcome was what 'she' had anticipated, no one including the three young hackers would be in 'her' way to extend the reach of 'her' wisdom. Brooklyn, New York "Benny, I know punctuality is nevah ya strong point but ya got me waitin' here for almost an hour! What da fuck's the hold up?! What da ya mean ya ran into an ol' friend in the feds? Get yar ass here RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW!!" Kozak shouted into the receiver of his cellphone before hanging up. The mafia boss was sitting in an oversized leather chair behind a sumptuous desk in his tastefully decorated office on the top floor of a five storey building which belonged to the 'Corporation'. The ground level and the floor above was where one of Kozak's many nightclubs operated. The next two floors worked like some sort of a whorehouse where chicks picked up from the nightclub would be fucked in any of the available rooms. Various drugs like marijuana, random pills, x, shrooms, acid, mescal and coke were commonly seen exchanging hands in the building. Barely a few minutes of hanging up, Kozak was interrupted by one of his men. Jo Fernandes hurried past the door without knocking. The 31 year old gang member must had some important piece of information to dare crashed into his boss's room like that. "Boss...!" Fernandes was out of breath in mid-sentence before continuing, "...we found der car!" Kozak was uncertain what his obese underling was talking about until he recalled asking him to search for the group of four he had ordered to back up Benny and Mickey. "Where da fuck exactly?! What were those fucks doin'?" Kozak asked. "That's da problem, boss! We tracked down their wrecked vehicle over a cliff in a valley half way between Houston and Dallas, but we couldn't find no men or bodies!" Jo said. Kozak started sweating. He could only hope that it was a blatant attack from the rivaling Pennuchi family. However, he had a feeling that Rocky might had something to do with this. "Is he really alive? Has he joined force with the Italian mob to destroy him and regain his throne?" Kozak thought. Whatever it was, he needed to talk to his right hand man? He needed answers from Benny. Still in Manhattan "Ah, ah, eeh, eh, eermm... That feels real good... Ooh, oh, ermm... That's right, Benny... Right there... That's the spot... Your tongue feels sooo gooood..." Shannon cooed as she felt Benny eating her pussy on the bed where her husband had made love to her the night before. The empty live-skin of Mickey was lying on the floor just beside the plush bed while the AER gun was sitting on top of Shannon's vanity table. Her bathrobe was still lying near the door where she had greeted two of her husband's employees. One of them was now flicking his tongue at her clitoris, sending jolts after jolts of amazing sensations throughout her smoking hot body. It was the first time Dr. Kenny Smith had worn a female skin since their escape. So far he had not been disappointed by having his new 'Shannon-clit' orally treated by his fellow escapee and best pal - Rocky who had yet to shed Benny's live- skin. But it sure took a lot of coaxing and persuasion to convince the former psychology professor to try on Shannon Parker's live-skin. ***** 30 minutes earlier, the real Shannon was beginning to sense that Benny was acting funny when she greeted her husband's friend and Mickey at the door. "You're looking for me?" Shannon questioned after Benny stated the intention of his visit. It was certainly something of a rarity for any of the Kozak's men to have anything to do with the curvy brunette as she had always tried to stay out of her husband's business. Apart from Rocky's situation, none of the 'Corporation's dealings were made known to the mafia leader's wife. "Mind if we come in?" Benny asked but his voice sounded insistence. "Sure... But let me put on some proper clothes first..." Shannon was about to shut the door on the two visitors and call his husband before she heard a buzzing noise. It was coming from an odd looking gun with a pair of huge barrels. Mickey was holding it and aiming its muzzle at her before firing multiple beams of lights. The projectiles hit her in the chest through the gap of the closing door. Shannon watched as her delicate right hand which was holding on to the door handle became grossly deformed and frail. It rapidly became deflated as she lost all sensations not only to her hands but her whole body. Her long pair of legs gave way as she collapsed onto the floor. Shannon attempted to scream but her lungs along with all her vital organs had dissipated into gases which escaped from her mouth and other bodily orifices. The counterfeit Benny pushed the door aside while Mickey impostor checked the surrounding to make sure none of the neighbor saw their fellow resident being turned into a bunch of skin. Convinced that the coast was clear, the impersonators stepped into the penthouse, closing and locking the door behind them. Rocky couldn't stopped himself from the wide grin on his 'Benny' face as he stood and stare at Shannon's crumpled live-skin. Just like that, they had just taken away another life. If his brother were to have left him alone living his peaceful life in Dallas, the poor mafia wife wouldn't have to die. But then again, Shannon was partly to blame for being the motivation to Kozak's greed. Rocky wondered if the sexy brunette had not turn up, Kozak would not have the courage to wrestle the power from his older sibling. In truth though, the sibling rivalry had existed long before Kozak's marriage and the betrayal would have happened sooner or later. So, the responsibility should never rest solely on the gold digging wife. Rocky shifted his attention to Dr. Smith in Mickey-disguise who was about to shoot him with the AER gun. Their original plan was for Rocky to discard his Benny impersonation and don Shannon's live-skin but the twinkle in the phony Benny's eyes told Dr. Smith that he had another idea. "Why don't we try something different this time? Why don't we try letting you wear the lady for a change?" Rocky offered. "You should know me well if enough by now to even suggest that, Rocky. You know there's know way I'm going to agree to that," Dr. Smith spoke through Mickey's vocal cord. It was certainly peculiar to see the big guy suddenly talking like a PhD holder. "I know it's not yer thing to be looking all pretty and putting on sexy dresses. But dontcha wanna find out what's it's like to be on the other side? Dontcha wanna understand what some of yer patient had been feeling?" "Not really..." "Oh common doc... It's not like it's a permanent thing. Ya can change back anytime if ya don't like da experience. But trust me, it's gonna be better than you think." "I think I'll pass..." Dr. Smith said. "Fine, but don't expect me and yer 'daughters' to treat you nicely when I'm back in Katherine," Rocky threatened with Benny's adenoidal voice. "How's that got anything to do with this?" "Nothing, really. It's just that I thought you would wanna understand how I feel when I'm a woman, that's all..." Rocky said. "OK, OK... Fine... I'll put it on... And that's only because you asked 'nicely'..." Dr. Smith said as he reluctantly pointed the AER at his abdomen before pulling the trigger. As soon as the laser like beams hit him, warm tingling sensation spread out from the point of contact to the rest of his Mickey body. His right hand went to the back of his neck to palpate for the reappearing slit. By now, he had familiarized himself with the mechanism as he casually yanked the elastic opening open and pulled it forward to detach Mickey's head from his. With a bit of wiggling, the Dr. Smith's shoulder, chest and upper limbs emerged from the gangster's live-skin. Due to the size of the Kozak's man, the professor looked as if he was wearing an oversize rubber suit. In less than a couple of minutes, Dr. Smith had completely stepped out of Mickey's skin. Still nude, he picked up Shannon's lifeless entity from the carpeted floor and separate it from her bathrobe. The long black hair attached to the hollow head was still wet from her morning shower as some part of her smooth life-like skin still had droplets of water on it. Otherwise, it retained every physical feature of the luscious mafia wife down to the last detail. "For someone who's not into becoming the opposite gender, you sure have quite a hard on," the fake Benny said, pointing out the psychologist's erection while he was observing Shannon Parker's live-skin. "My erection is purely from the appreciation of her beauty. It's totally different from my enthusiasm of actually being her," Dr. Smith explained. "Blah, blah, blah... Ya'll appreciate her beauty even more from the first person perspective, I can guarantee that. Put it on already!" "Don't mind if I do this in her room..." Dr. Smith said as he started to become nervous. The slightest of crimson could be observed from the face of the usually self assured man. "Be my guest..." Rocky said as he was beginning to enjoy his good friend's embarrassment. Once he was in the master bedroom, Dr. Smith stretched the opening hole behind Shannon's neck and slid his right foot into the empty vessel. Being used to putting on skins of someone from a similar stature or bigger than him, he was amazed at how his leg merged almost immediately with Shannon's and shrunk in size. His big male foot shriveled into a small feminine foot. Dr. Smith realized his cock was throbbing as he was fascinated by how his hairy pair of legs became long smooth female ones. Even his enrollment in psychology, he found it hard to explain his current state of arousal from watching himself being transformed into the opposite sex. Without much time to ponder, he tugged the live-skin over his hips and witnessed his manhood disappeared into the wife's snatch. The initial protruding deformity and bulging over the area flattened to into a smooth flat pubic hair and vagina. He pulled the Shannon costume over his shoulders after inserting his arms into the sleeves. The tingling sensation continued as his new chest grew into a pair of womanly globes with perfectly shaped areolas and nipples at their tips. His hands and fingers fitted like gloves inside the live-skin hands before merging with Dr. Smith's flesh and metamorphosed into a pair of delicate hands with dainty fingers. With the empty head still dangling in front of his impressive breasts, Dr. Smith examined his new manicured fingers. Just like Katherine, this chick sure took good care of her own body. However, he looked unsightly with his male head attached to Shannon's gorgeous figure as reflected from the room's full length mirror. Without further a do, Dr. Smith yanked the live-skin's head over his. As the slit hid itself behind his new neck, the psychologist began to experience flashback of memories from Shannon Parker's 33 year of life. The image of a little girl and her less than ideal childhood progressed into the vision of a teenager who had travelled a long way to the big city in search of opportunities in show businesses before ending up as a model in many Playboy magazines. Then there was her flings with the photographers, producers and wealthy VIPs before finally settled down with Kozak Wallansky. The new Mrs. Wallansky lifted her eye lids and stumbled a bit to her new sense of gravity. 'Her' new figure was definitely different from all the previous male disguises. 'She' was considerably shorter and smaller than Mickey while her D cup boobs, wide hips and firm round bottoms required adjustments due to her new stature. Brushing a few strands of long black hair from 'her' new face, the former Dr. Smith quickly became comfortable with his slender yet busty figure as 'she' sauntered over to the full length mirror to examine his new appearance. Standing there was a reflection of the most beautiful creature 'she' had ever seen. Rocky was right: the view from the woman's eyes were certainly peculiar, but it was breathtaking at the same time. 'She' thought of some of 'her' (Dr. Smith's) old patient who had problems with anorexia, who never seemed to be satisfied with their own appearance. For now, the false Shannon should surely be more than happy with herself. A drop of fluid trickled down the inside of her left thigh brought 'Shannon' to realization that her new pussy was already soaking wet from merely checking herself out. "Some sight, ain't it?" the voice of Benny coming from the bedroom doorway. He was grinning widely at his friend's latest discovery. He had the expression of a brat who had learnt about sex for the first time. "Go ahead and touch it..." Benny said. 'Shannon' wasn't sure at first but in the end, the urge was overpowering as she moved her small hand down over the taut belly towards her new clit. Her black pubic hair was kept neat and short as her dainty fingers came to rest on her womanhood. From the memory of the real Shannon, she spread the lips with her index and ring finger before stroking lightly on the most sensitive spot at the top edge with her middle digit. She gasped as if a tsunami of pleasant shocks crashed down on her. Her legs felt like jelly as she almost fell if not for Benny holding her up from behind. The touch of his warm hands on her skin was quite arousing as well. She was helped to the luxurious bed and sat down. "Not too bad shabby, ain't it doc?" Benny said rather mockingly. "What the heck is going on?! I shouldn't be enjoying this! I'm supposed to be loathing every minute of it. It must be the female hormones making changes to my thinking." the phony Shannon thought. Taking her silence as a sign of agreement, Benny leaned towards the lovely brunette and tried to kiss her. "Whoa, whoa... Wait a sec my friend. Me enjoying this body doesn't mean I'm all for having another man sticking his tongue into my oral cavity," Shannon protested. That was when she was aware of the higher register in her new sultry voice. "Are you sure about that?" said Benny. He was still grinning as his right hand was groping at her tits while his left got wet in Shannon's drenched cunt. The false Benny didn't force the issue on giving the new woman a mouth-to-mouth but he could tell that her resolve was rapidly weakening. "Oh my lord..." Shannon gasped for a second time as she revelled in the sensation of Benny kissing her neck and having her body touched. "Lie down Mrs. Wallansky. Let me show you the wonders of womanhood..." Benny said. ***** The make believe Shannon was still lying on her back, feeling the smoothness of the silk covers against her porcelain skin as she was bathed with the surreal stimulus of having her pussy eaten by her husband's loyal henchman. Having been in Katherine for a while, Rocky knew exactly how a woman wish to be pleased. The helpless brunette felt her muscles stiffened as she brought her thighs together on Benny's head before experiencing what must had been her third orgasm in less than an hour. It's been a while since the last time the former Robert Wallansky had fucked a woman in missionary position but that was his intention when he climbed on top of his brother's wife and shoved his Benny-dick into her well lubricated pussy. He began thrusting in and out of the lovely sister-in-law, with each push diminishing Dr. Smith's gender barrier. His empathy with Rocky and some of his old patients with similar conditions grew. He was even hearing himself cooing and moaning in Shannon's sultry voice whenever 'Benny' slammed into 'her'. The gangster's hands found her nipples and started playing with them, making her gasped as the rhythmic pounding picked up pace. The copulation was getting rough as noises of body slapping against each other and unintelligible voices were getting louder. 'Shannon' was no longer holding back as she arched her back and pushed back into the thrusting. 'Benny' was breathing hard and fast as he built up to his first climax of the day. The crazy speed of his thrusting movement slowed considerably and became more clumsy as his taut body tensed up. With one final push, he unloaded all of his pent up seeds into the lady as she too was basking in her own orgasm which followed immediately after her lover's. Benny collapsed on top of the brunette before rolling over beside her. "Wow... It's been too fuckin' long since I've screwed a cunt... And yours is not bad... not bad at all... As a matter of fact, it could be the best fuck I have ever had. No wonder ma lil brother would give up his bachelor life for this bitch," Rocky said in the guise of Benny. Dr. Smith was lost for words as he laid on the bed in the form of Shannon Parker Wallansky, looking up at her reflection from the ceiling mirror while still trying to catch 'her' breath. He hate to admit it to Rocky but his first experience as a woman blew his mind away. For the time being, he was just going to keep that to himself. The Experiment A thousand, six hundred and thirty one miles away in Southern Texas, Ellie Porter was knocking on the glass door of the CIA laboratory's highly restricted experiment room. Through the sandy tint of the bullet proof obstacle, she could see the blurry outline of the lead scientist, Ms. Patterson busy working on something inside. Ellie had to knock a second time to finally grasp the attention of the fully immersed 29 year old. The young female computer specialist had seen Patterson before during her first day reporting to work with the guys. Her expectation of seeing a skinny hunch back old man with a pair of thick glasses as the head of the laboratory was totally squashed when she saw a young and beautiful blonde with deep blue eyes and a slender figure instead. It had certainly altered her impression of pretty blondes as nothing but insipid beings. At least that was what she had learnt from her days in high school. That was also part of the reason she detested to be associated with these so call popular girls, hence her tendency to make herself as Gothic as possible. The hacker chick in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo was also part of her inspiration which tells a lot in the way she designed her own appearance. When Ms. Patterson swung the door open, she was again being reminded of her beauty and the need for her to tone down the stereotyping. It was already 45 minutes pass six and most of the lab employees including Rick and Rupert had checked out for the day. That showed the lady's commitment to the AER project and made Ellie even more impressed with the brilliant blonde. Brilliant blonde. That was some term she never knew she would acknowledge until recently. "Sec told me you wish to see me, Ms. Patterson?" Ellie asked while chewing away at her bubblegum. "Just Sarah, please. I'm not that much older than you anyway," Sarah said with a pleasant smile as she closed and locked the electronic door behind Ellie. "Oh... Okay... So, what can I do for you, Sarah?" Ellie asked for a second time. She could somehow sense that something was not right as her bubblegum chewing action slowed down. There was a silent pause while the blonde was gazing at Ellie's body before the younger girl gesture of blowing and popping the gum with her mouth. "Oh, oh... Please pardon me...," Ms. Patterson giggled before adding, "I requested for your presence because I need to show you the actual purpose of the AER. We haven't been totally open with your team about its function. Since you're the leader of the new team, I thought of disclosing these classified information to you first. With this knowledge, I hope you can have a better idea on how you would increase its security aspect," Sarah said as she motioned for Ellie to sit on the lab stool and focus her attention the LCD monitor. "Instead of me explaining to you what this lab had been doing for the last 25 years, I'll just show you a computerised simulation which also includes the latest improvement I've just added," Sarah said before placing her nicely manicured index finger on the 'Enter' button and pressing it. The computer program showed a perfectly rendered 3D image of an AER gun animated in a 360 degree rotation as if it was some new sport car in a motor exhibition. Then appeared an animation of a 3D dummy personnel labeled 'C' holding the AER gun pointing at another faceless dummy personnel labeled 'T', most probably short for 'Target'. The C dummy was shown pulling the trigger of the highly detailed rendition of the AER as it was demonstrated to produce three separate beams of lasers straight toward dummy T. As if an inflated basketball was getting punctured by a pointy object, dummy T became deflated and sagged onto the floor. Dummy C walked over to the reduced dummy and put it on as if it was a piece of clothing and the label 'C' was replaced by label 'T' - the disguise was complete. Over the head of the new 'T', a few bullet pointed statements emerged: * Memories will be transfered over from targets to the impostors. * Memories of impostors will be retained despite the influx of a foreign memory. * Along with new memories, impostors will learn about the target's mannerisms and personality. * The personality of impostors will also be retained and put in- charge throughout the disguise. The simulation resumed with the false dummy T shooting itself with the same device before stretching what seemed like an opening slit at the back its neck and taking off the remains of the original dummy T - the disguise. Dummy C reemerged from the disguise with the crumpled 3D skin of dummy T lying on the floor. "The following part is the new breakthrough I've yet to show anyone," Sarah said eagerly to the dumbfounded Ellie. New York After more than six hours of waiting and then looking, Kozak had finally come to accept the possibility that something seriously wrong was happening to his men. The loyal henchman, Benny and his partner, Mickey had been the latest victims of the recent bizarre disappearance. All of them went missing like a rabbit in a magician's hat after being sent to investigate the whereabouts of his supposedly dead brother. What started as his paranoid obsession, had suddenly become very real. Benny had never disappeared on him like that before. The last words from him after finding nothing wrong with the family in Dallas was about having some update on the location of Rocky. This meant that the former Corporation boss was indeed still alive. Prior to his trip back to his Manhattan penthouse, Kozak had sent more of his people to look into the missing members and most importantly to find his brother. The rush hour traffic in the Big Apple meant he had to be stuck in a jam inside his newly purchased chauffeur driven black Jaguar. Kozak had time to reflect on his love hate relationship with Rocky. Their abusive father was the reason he admired his brother when they were little. Even then, he could tell that Rocky was the only man in the family by the way he protected him and their mother. There was barely food on the table while education was out of the question. By the time Kozak was ten, Rocky, who was only a couple of years older started carrying drugs in order to support the family while the father spent most of his time getting drunk in some cheap bar. Kozak recalled the anguish on Rocky's face when he learnt that their mother died of internal bleeding after another beating by the old man. The little brother was told to go their shared bedroom and locked the door when Rocky, holding a Swiss army knife, entered the parent's room. Instead of listening to his brother and hiding away, Kozak peak through the opening crack and watched as Rocky stabbed the intoxicated father to death. His body was never found. That was the time Kozak idolised his elder sibling. He wanted to be just like him, fearless and commanding. There was certainly no one with bigger balls than the guy. Unfortunately, things started changing as power and money got involved. The 'Corporation' became one of the biggest mafia family in New York and there was no stopping the Wallansky brothers. As time go by, the mafia group grew at a staggering rate. Kozak began to doubt that Rocky, the then ruthless boss seemed to trust his henchman, Adrian Torres more than he look after his own brother. Whenever Kozak confronted him about this, Rocky would always give the excuse that 'everyone in the Corporation is family' bullshit. Even though Kozak did screw up a few drug exchanges, he was still Rocky's one and only blood brother. He thought he deserved another chance. But as Kozak was left out cold, the younger Wallansky started to come up with a plot to tussle the power from his brother. With the help of a few corrupted cops and a channel to leak information on Rocky's dealing, Kozak managed to set up the mafia leader into killing an FBI agent. The whole thing was caught by a hidden camera before being sent to the table of Agent Frederick Jones. With that sort of evidence, even the best lawyer in the country couldn't save Rocky. The death penalty awaited him and Torres. The seat at the top automatically belonged to Kozak. Problem settled. There was no remorse. He didn't feel sorry for someone he once looked up to. Time changes and so should the person at the top. Three years after making Corporation his own, he was about to celebrate on the day of Rocky's execution when the news on the Texas Train Crash broke out. He wished he could trust the authorities when they declared the death of all prisoners involved in the accident, but the call by Agent Jones to his supposed informant troubled him. And now, increasing number of his men were missing. It almost seemed like the ghost of his brother had ret