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XI: Pink? What Pink? When Tamara and Liz finally stirred from their long sleep, it was only a couple of hours away from the early afternoon. Liz had her arms around the plus-sized woman, their mutual warmth helping them sleep much more comfortably. Tamara rolled around to face Liz, their mutual smiles giving way to a morning kiss. And then another. "Good morning, Tamara," Liz pleasantly remarked. "Good morning, Miss Zambrano," Tamara replied. "Actually, it's Mrs. Zambrano," Liz gently chided, smiling. "That's what I have my debutante students call me, at least." "I stand corrected," Tamara responded. "My bad." Liz moved on top of her plus-sized bedmate. "We all get a little naughty sometimes," she playfully noted. "Some more than others," Tamara mused in response, grinning. "Want any more milk?" Liz grinned back. "Touch?." Gently taking Tamara's wrists and pinning them to the bed, Liz once again rubbed her lips, affectionately, against Tamara's, making distinct, loving smooch sounds as they kissed. "So how will Tamara Portnoy spend the rest of her Sunday, Tamara Portnoy?" Liz asked. Tamara giggled a bit. "Depends on what Mrs. Zambrano wants to do today, if she doesn't mind my company." Liz's eyes went to one of Tamara's mammaries as the plus-sized woman responded. The single mother rubbed around the areolae of the breast, giving it a couple of squeezes. "It doesn't hurt when I drink from you, does it?" Liz asked. Tamara shook her head. "I...kinda go dumb, actually. I get all hot inside, and...it always feels very orgasmic when someone pulls milk from my breasts. I can't do anything other than sit, or lay, where I am and...just bliss out." Liz slowly traced a finger around the edge of Tamara's hairline. "Sounds kind of scary." "Mmm. It can be," Tamara replied. "Depends on the situation. Like, if you wanted to get a drink from me right now..." Liz giggled. "I think we should wash this pink shit out of our hair first." Tamara nodded. "As you wish, Mrs. Zambrano." Still holding Tamara by one of her wrists, they went to the upper floor bathroom's shower stall, which was big enough to accommodate both of their bare bodies. Once the water was comfy enough to step into, Tamara lathered up Liz's hair thoroughly. They continued to kiss as Tamara kept washing her shower mate's hair. The pink in Liz's hair was easily cleansed, giving way to a dark mane. When Liz washed out Tamara's hair, the suds gave way to her naturally platinum blond locks. They then rubbed two soap-drenched washcloths over their bare female bodies, effectively washing each other clean in the most sensual way imaginable. This led to another round of kissing. Tamara made them both a freshly-cooked meal once they were dry, calling upon her experience in maid service to the Lady Rosemary, and the foods she learned how to cook in that time. "Mmmm, nice," Liz complimented upon tasting her meal. "Who were you serving under?" Tamara looked confused. "Sorry?" Liz smiled knowingly. "You had to have been trained as a maid to have made food this good." Tamara smiled back. "You're very perceptive. I actually served under the Lady Rosemary Dolan for a few days. When Mom was still here, she had me clean up around the house. It was originally hers, but she gave it to me after she went into Witness Protection." Liz looked surprised. "You were a maid to your own Mom?" "Just for a day or two," Tamara answered after swallowing a small bacon strip she had chewed up. "She caught me wearing a latex maid outfit Madame Noble bought for me, and...well, she got ideas. Whenever there weren't guests in the house, I'd be in the maid outfit." "And...your time with the Lady Rosemary?" Liz asked. "How did that come about?" "Madame Noble showed me off at this big Halloween party at Cincher's," Tamara explained. "That's where I met the Lady Rosemary. Told me she had to have me at some point. I thought I'd be there longer, but...she let me go early. Told me that if I was ever, like, down and out, or jobless, I could return to her. But if I did that, I'd be her permanent maid." Liz nodded. "Have you thought about that? I mean...going back there?" Tamara shook her head. "I think that time in service to her was more of a test. Maybe she wanted to make sure I wasn't some spineless worm that capitulates all the time. That I didn't have any backbone." Liz smiled. "I'm glad you passed it." "I can't give Madame Noble what she wants," Tamara reaffirmed as she finished her meal. "She just wants me to be a sex object. To be nothing more than a slut. To fuck anything and anyone that she wants me to. I knew when she had me wait in that private room last night, she was gonna bring people up that she wanted me to have sex with." Liz reached a hand over to rub it against Tamara's cheek. "I guess I saved you from that, huh?" "I don't know what happened to Madame Noble, but..." She rubbed her cheek against Liz's hand thoughtfully. "...but I...I shouldn't...I..." Tamara found the words difficult to bring out into the open. The single mother's other hand went to Tamara's other cheek as she stared into the plus-sized woman's eyes. "You are not a slut, Tamara. You're not with Rita Noble anymore. If there's any way I can help you understand that, I will." Tamara nodded, smiling. "I'd like that, Mrs. Zambrano." Fat chance. Tamara's sinful id taunted. You can't even voice a denial when it relates to her. You still call her Madame Noble. You can't just call her Rita anymore, can you? Liz smiled back, and punctuated her resolve with another kiss on Tamara's lips. "I have to go for now, though. Give me your smartphone number." They exchanged their numbers accordingly as they rose from their seats and made their way to the front door. When they were there, they shared one last, long kiss. "I'll see you again," Liz remarked. "You can make me another meal." Tamara smiled. "As you wish, Mrs. Zambrano." Liz gently slid a palm over Tamara's cheek, and then began walking away from the house. The plus-sized young woman watched her go. The single mother turned around as she backtracked, and made a heart shape with the fingers of her hands. Tamara smiled in response. As she disappeared down the street, Tamara gently and thoughtfully spoke her response. "I love you too." * * * When Rita Noble finally fell asleep, she did so with the assurance that Vije Nastassje would be next to her. Upon returning to her large and lavish home, Vije wasted no time in taking charge. She had Rita bathe in the body wash that made her skin look as glossy as Vije's, and they both had Fifi do the same. As they made passionate love to each other, Fifi and Ron were there to pamper them both at Vije's bidding. Rita remembered Vije being tight- lipped regarding her curious inquiries dealing with Ron. She only said that the pink latex-clad woman was her toy. But when the debutante opened her eyes, and looked over to where she knew Vije would be, she saw an empty space. Fifi and Ron were gone as well. All Vije left behind was the disheveled area where she had laid. The abandonment stung. Rita's eyes widened. Why did you leave, without saying goodbye?? Nearly an hour of Rita sitting in her bed, rocking back and forth, had passed. The anxiety had clearly set in. She felt an overpowering need to see more of Vije! What's the matter with me? Rita thought to herself as she nervously rubbed her own cheeks. Why do I feel so...so cold? So jittery? A headache began to set in once she was on her feet, but she staggered. "Vije..." she warbled. "...Vije...where...where are you?" She heard her smartphone chiming a ringtone. Rita quickly stumbled over to where her phone was charging and opened the line with wild eyes. "VIJE?? Please...please tell me that's you...?" "Madame Noble?" the young female voice asked. Rita was barely able to recognize it as that of Brianne Parker, her personal assistant. "Are you okay?" "B-Brianne..." Rita whispered, her body shaking. "...Brianne...please...find Vije. Vije Nastassje...tell her to come see me...right away...pleeease..." "Madame Noble...are you hurt?" Brianne now sounded worried. "Are you sick?" "I'm fine," Rita quickly answered. "Just...find Vije. I-I...I neeeeeeed Vije..." "I, uh...I...I'll do what I can, M-Madame Noble." The line then clicked dead. Still hyperventilating, Rita frantically looked around. "Did I...did I take down her number? What was I wearing...?" Frantically searching through her laundry, Rita then noticed that she was actually still wearing her outfit from last night, having gone to sleep in them during their lovemaking of the previous night. Her shaky, sweaty hands went through every pocket, and they subsequently burrowed through the pocketbook she had with her during the party. There was no trace of a phone number at all. No slips of paper with a number. Goddess... The debutante sighed out in despair. ...if you left the country...? Rita wiped a light amount of sweat from her forehead as she descended to the first floor of her residence and moved with shaky steps towards the Living Room. Memories of everything they had done at the party...all those public displays of mutual affection, and the racy escapades and the pampering they shared in the private room...lingered on the mind of the hyperventilating debutante. About 30 minutes later, Rita heard a car screech to a halt outside of her home. "Vije? VIJE??" Rita immediately rose to her feet and hurried to the front door. Once she opened it up, two females seized her, neither of whom resembled Vije at all. "Brianne, try to get her arm," one of the females commanded. "I need a vein." This voice sounded vaguely familiar. It was someone important. Someone who worked with...the clinic? "Vije..." Rita muttered. "...where's Vije...?" "Shhhh. Try to remain calm," Rita heard Brianne's voice tell her. "Let Petal help you." "Wha...Brianne??" Rita's eyes now flared with fury as she angrily looked at her assistant's worried face. "You stupid bimbo!! I TOLD YOU TO FIND VI....OOOWW!!" The other woman...Petal...was able to lance a vein with a needle that was filled with a rust-colored fluid, which was carefully pushed into Rita's bloodstream. "Rita, listen to me." Petal turned Rita's face until she was gazing into the Sisterhood physician's eyes. "Sleep now. Come on. Little more sleep. Close your eyes. Just relax." "Viiiiiiiijeeeeeeeeee..." Rita lapsed back into a deep sleep. Rita's tenseness slackened to the point where Petal was able to lay her limp body back against the bed. Covering the needle, she placed the syringe she used back in a pocket of her dress. Brianne looked visibly confused. "What happened? Why was she...?" "That's what I need to find out," Petal replied. "I need you to help me get her in the van, Brianne. I need to take her to a lab and run some tests. I gave her a blocker. It's temporary, so I need to get her over there quickly. Take her shoulders. I'll get her legs." A handful of bystanders glanced in the direction of Rita's home as Petal and Brianne carried Rita Noble out of her residence. The van was a small ambulance, so the ladies were able to place Rita on a wheeled cot that was inside the van. Once Rita was inside, Brianne was quickly ushered back out of the ambulance. "Right. That's all I need from you right now. Have a nice day," Petal cordially remarked as she hurried back over to the driver side of the vehicle. She then roared away before Brianne could ask a single question. The former Brian Parker just stood there, mystified, for another few minutes. She then shook her head and went to tidy up, and lock up, Rita's residence. * * * - DivineFem '< : What happened with Rita Noble this morning? - SwtPetal '< : Well, it's...nothing...TOO serious. I gave her a blocker, but...it looks like someone fed her a DNA- matched fixator. - DivineFem '< : And a "fixator" is...? - SwtPetal '< : Yeah, that's just another nickname they came up with in the labs. It's the same stuff we use when we want to have someone become dependent on another. Rita used one on Timothy Portnoy. - DivineFem '< : And...that's what was used on Rita? - SwtPetal '< : I'm afraid so, only this was a stronger version. The potency of the base formula that Rita applied to Timmy could be potentially offset by strong natural emotions. Feelings of affection which Rita imagined Timmy wouldn't develop for someone else because he was socially awkward. This stronger version doesn't have that kind of weakness. - DivineFem '< : So...in plain English, the dose that is in Tammy can be... dissolved if she develops natural affections...love...for someone else, but Rita will be stuck with whoever it is that fed her this stronger formula? - SwtPetal '< : That is essentially it. I managed to identify the DNA imprint, too. The enforced affections are for a European woman named Vije Nastassje. I don't think, based on her psych profile, that she'd become a problem to the Sisterhood. Quite the opposite, although her interests lie with the, uh, less mundane elements of modern society. - DivineFem '< : ...... - SwtPetal '< : She's a standard-bearer for freaks. - DivineFem '< : Ahhh. - DivineFem '< : Can Rita's psyche be fixed? - SwtPetal '< : At the moment? No. I'll have to start looking into a counter-agent that will work without damaging the psyche. - DivineFem '< : Hmmm... - DivineFem '< : ...hold off on that. I'm going to arrange a little meeting between myself and Miss Nastassje. Perhaps see if her little pro-freak crusade can align with the Sisterhood's goals. - SwtPetal '< : If you say s@3o4i8q*@(#*$MAWOE3IU,,,,l;;a2384879 ##################################################################### MISOGUNIA has entered the chat ##################################################################### - MISOGUNIA '< : Hello, I have a collect call from a Captain Samuel James. Will you accept the charges? - Corps4Life '< : Is she on? IS THAT 'AUNTIE AGATHA' BITCH ON?? ----===*HOSTCHECK: MISOGUNIA is no longer online, DivineFem *===---- ----===*HOSTCHECK: SwtPetal is no longer online, DivineFem *===---- - DivineFem '< : Well! You obviously have my attention by default, Captain James. - Corps4Life '< : Don't you smart-mouth me, you sneaky little bitch. How did you come into contact with my boy?? - DivineFem '< : You mean Connor? He came to ME, Captain. Unless you have been regulating who he can and cannot speak with in his private life, which would quite frankly make you a horrible father, wouldn't it? - Corps4Life '< : You goddamn cunt! I'm not raising my boy to be some kinda queer! And what in the actual FUCK is this 'Auntie Agatha' shit?? There are no Agathas ANYWHERE in our family! - DivineFem '< : But you DO have an Agatha in your life, don't you, Captain? Who is it that signed on to establish a typically illegal arms sale in the event that the current deal somehow fails? You also promised that I would have specialists on hand to arrange...package delivery details, as you called it? - Corps4Life '< : That deal didn't say anything about meddling in my personal life, or the life of my own damn son!! The deal's OFF!! - DivineFem '< : You know you can't do that, Sammy. The papers have already been signed. It's a binding contract. You DID read the contract, didn't you? Or were you too busy profiting off of Black Market sales in the Middle East? - Corps4Life '< : HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?? - DivineFem '< : A little birdie told me. That same little birdie told me that Connor was a very unhappy young man because is single Daddy keeps ignoring him in favor of all those illicit weapons deals. - DivineFem '< : What kind of a life were you wanting for your son, anyway? - Corps4Life '< : That's none of your goddamn business, cunt! - DivineFem '< : Baseball, right? You want him to be some kind of All- Star? Another athlete who fills his body with steroids because winning is all he should ever care about? - DivineFem '< : Did you ever ask HIM what he wants to be in life? Does he get a say in his own future? Or does he need his Daddy's permission to speak first? - Corps4Life '< : You MOTHERFUCKING TWAT. HOW DARE YOU CHAT WITH ME LIKE THAT ABOUT MY BOY!! YOU'VE GOT TO BE THE REASON WHY HE'S ACTING LIKE A GODDAMN FAGGOT!! THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, I'LL FUCKING KI ----===*HOSTACTION: Corps4Life has been kicked, DivineFem *===---- ----===*CHAT TERMINATED*===---- * * * For once, Tamara Portnoy felt content as she sat quietly in front of a cup of coffee. She was...happy. Naturally happy. A night which she had thought was going to be her last as a free resident of Bullchester turned out to be an unforgettable evening. Even with the unexpected intrusion of the Olivia woman. That encounter paled in comparison to the more fulfilling time she had spent with Elizabeth Zambrano. It was such a perfectly natural and human attraction. It was difficult for Tamara to believe that this beautiful woman was once a man as well. Her smile looked like it could light up a room. Tamara really wanted to see her again. What was it they said in that "Swingers" movie? The plus-sized woman thought to herself. Don't contact her the day after a date? Call her the day after? Call her tomorrow? I don't want to scare her away...but...she wants to see me again, too...I heard her say so... A chime emanated from Tamara's smartphone, which she knew came from the Speakabout mobile app. As the messages showed up on the lockscreen, she gave the panel a glance. - UhOhItsLois '< : Special delivery at your front door, airhead. Sighing over what was surely going to be another flirt-fest, Tamara rose to her feet and stepped over to the front door. Lois Fryer was already grinning as she stowed away her own smartphone. As usual, she wore an outfit which exposed, and placed emphasis on, her cleavage. "Okay, I lied," Lois mused. "It's only me." "Uh-huh." Tamara stepped outside, closing the door behind her. "My doorbell isn't broken, you know." "Pfft. That's so old school," Lois responded. "I see you washed out the pink." "You're very perceptive," Tamara replied. "What makes you think I'd keep the color?" "Oh, I don't know." Lois glanced at the plus-sized woman flirtatiously. "I guess I was under the impression that you were always a 'bottom', so to speak." Tamara shrugged thoughtfully. "I just go with whatever comes my way is all. Is that why you came by? Because you wanted me back in pink hair?" Lois shook her head. "You have an appointment late tomorrow afternoon with Dr. Drake. Since I'm the one who set it up, they called me to remind me to bring you down for your nose and cheekbone work," she stepped up close to Tamara. "You are going to keep the appointment, aren't you?" "Yes..." Tamara's answer seemed an unconscious one. Practically a reflex action. "Good, good," Lois smiled in reaction to Tamara's quick confirmation. "Just so you know, you'll have to deal with bandages on your face, but that won't last long." "I'll manage," Tamara responded. "In the meantime, I can think of some other little...improvements," Lois teased. "I'll let you settle the bill for those, though. I can't keep holding your hand forever, can I?" Tamara smirked. "Goddess forbid. So what were you up to last night? I didn't see you anywhere." "Lena and I came late," Lois answered. "We were a booth or two down from where Rita Noble was, well, spending some quality time with her new friend." Tamara's eyes widened with obvious interest. "New friend?" "Yeah. I thought it was you at first, but...she was waaaaay too thin to be you," Lois replied. "They were going at it real hot and heavy, too. They were really into each other. I think she called herself..." she tried to remember. "...shit, it was some eurotrash name," she then remembered seeing her write out the name, in big letters, on a small slip of paper, which she pressed against Rita's moistened head during their lovemaking. "Vije. That's who she was. Oh, you should have seen her, Tamara. It's like she was the Queen of the freaks, or something. Her skin looked like it was made of glossy plastic. Short bit of snow white hair around her scalp, running to just above her forehead, and a Barbie doll-thin body. Perky B-cups, too. Spoke with an accent I couldn't place. She had Rita at her hip like a pet. Never imagined the almighty debutante of debutantes could find herself in such a position. She might as well have had pink hair." So THAT'S why Rita never interrupted my time with Elizabeth. Tamara thought to herself. She had to have been dosed! The plus-sized woman couldn't help but smile thoughtfully. "And...you? Were you just sitting around, chatting with Lena all through the night?" "No, we had ourselves a little kinky fun with a student or two from Feetham's," Lena answered. "In fact, I had a personal project of my own meet me there. Sal Rimmer. Freshman. Meek little thing. I had him watch a few personalized hypno files when he started coming to me about his social issues. He looked great in a short skirt, too." Tamara smirked. "How shameless of you." "Oh, don't start," Lois shot back. "You know who his Uncle is? My ex- husband. That certainly explained Sal's social problems. Last thing anyone would want is to have Hank Fryer serve as a fucking role model." The mention of Hank's name had Tamara reminiscing on their enforced date at the Bottom of the Ninth, when he had his hands on her. She still couldn't separate the desire from the disgust. That moment seemed to be a little of both, and a part of her regretted beating him off. "Right." Lois gave Tamara a nudge. "Your turn, bubble butt. Where the fuck were you?" "I was up in one of the private rooms..." Tamara smiled. "...falling in love with someone." "Oh, really?" Lois's eyes now widened with interest, and she flashed a grin. "I wonder if I know this person. Now you know I'm never going to leave you alone until you give me a name." "Doubt you'd know her," Tamara answered. "Unless the name 'Elizabeth Zambrano' rings a bell." Lois thought on the name for a moment, but ultimately drew a blank. "You're right. I don't know her. You know what that means, right? You're going to introduce me to her first chance you get, or I'm gonna give Hank Fryer your home address." Would that be so bad, slut? Tamara's sinful id taunted. "You really would do that, wouldn't you?" Tamara mused. "Bitch." "Please." Lois closed the distance between them, narrowing her eyes fetchingly, and pressed her forehead against Tammy's. "I prefer the term 'counselor'," she purred. "'Hussy' works, too," a new, female voice suddenly interjected. Tamara and Lois turned their heads to face the source of this social intrusion, and saw two conservatively-dressed women. One was a short- haired and very heavy-set sandy blonde holding a half-eaten cheeseburger, and the other was a redhead that Tamara immediately recognized. Apparently, Lois recognized the other morbidly obese young woman, who had interrupted their conversation with her accusing words. "Hmmm...Marcia Dyson, right?" she turned her head back to Tamara. "Feetham's student." "You weren't thinking of fornicating with that slut outside your front door, were you, Sister Tamara?" Gemma Schultz scolded. Tamara shrugged, smiling. "I just go with whatever comes my way is all. As I did with you a couple of nights ago when you visited here. Right in my own home." "Really?" Lois exclaimed, receiving a nod from Tamara in emphatic confirmation. She then turned her head back to Gemma. "Wow...hypocrisy much?" Gemma blushed deeply. The former Jed Schaffner did not expect the plus-sized potential convert to casually blurt out their private liaison. Marcia turned to Gemma, looking surprised. "Is...is this true??" "It's not what you're thinking, Sister Marcia," Gemma quickly explained to the larger young woman next to her. "I have been trying to convince Sister Tamara to join our flock. To...to cast aside the lure of sinful fornication. To surrender to the Word of our almighty Goddess, and the gospel of the Divine Feminine." Marcia didn't seem to buy it. "By any means necessary, apparently." "Now, now, Sister Marcia," Gemma wagged a finger at her as Lois and Tamara watched in complete amusement. "Have you not ever heard the phrase 'The Goddess works in mysterious ways'? Sometimes, people like me need to...to emulate disgraceful behavior just to be able to..." Fortunately, the tear duct serum in Marcia's bloodstream...which Gemma had subtly dosed her with a few days ago in front of Gourmandizer's... reinforced the apparent logic in Gemma's words. "Well, I...I suppose it's necessary sometimes, but...you did beseech forgiveness on bended knee afterwards, didn't you?" Tamara had to roll her eyes. Lois just shook her head. They both felt like they were watching a comedy routine. "You know I always do, my sweet child," Gemma replied. She then turned her head back to Tamara. "And you...you really should have at least come to Church this morning to absolve yourself of whatever sins you might have committed last night." "Did you?" Lois then asked, raising an eyebrow. "As I recall, you were getting a bit sinful with Marcia last night as well. In fact, you smacked that big ass of hers so hard, she broke wind!" Gemma looked aghast at this revelation. It was a particularly embarrassing moment that pretty much cleared away the patrons that were watching. "I'll have you know I was...I was cleansing Sister Marcia of all her past sins!" "Did she have to let them out in one big, stinky fart, though?" Lois amusedly wondered aloud. She shared a moment of laughter with Tamara as the pouting disciples walked away in a huff. Tamara let out a long sigh once they were gone. "Gemma's sure gonna give me divine hell for that one." "Pfft. Fuck 'em," Lois dismissed, waving away the concern. "They're not worth wasting your worries over. I mean, I noticed that one of the melodies for one of their Divine Feminine hymns was taken from a song that was in The Mikado," she once again closed the distance between her and Tamara, once again touching foreheads. "Now...where were we, hmmm?" Tamara smirked. "I was telling you that I fell in love. With someone other than you. Besides...you're older than me, aren't you?" Lois smirked back, now pressing her body against Tamara's. "Like that's ever stopped me before." She then gave Tamara a lingering smooch on her lips. When Lois pulled away, running her tongue slowly around her painted lips, Tamara gave her a wary look. "You don't get to do that if Elizabeth Zambrano is anywhere near me. I promise you that things will get ugly real fast, Lois." Lois grinned. "She isn't here now, is she?" "Let's assume, for the moment, that she is," Tamara shot back. "Besides...I have to get a grocery shopping trip in." Lois stepped away, shrugging, yet maintaining her hungry grin. "Okay, Barbie-brain. You win this time," she began to backtrack away from the house, still staring at Tamara. "But I'll be back. Bwwaaa-ha-ha-ha-ha- ha-haaah." Tamara gave her a cordial wave. "See you tomorrow afternoon, counselor girl." "Fuck ya later, cowgirl," Lois chimed before she turned around and continued to walk away. Relieved that she was able to convince Lois to leave before her provocations began to make Tamara horny, the plus-sized woman went back into her house to prepare for her shopping trip. * * * The dreams of young Connor James were fretful as he slept. He had gotten back home at about 6:00 a.m. following the unexpectedly stimulating time he had spent with Auntie Agatha at Cincher's. By that time, the skies were already becoming lighter shades of blue. It was the first time he had enjoyed an evening out which lasted into the early morning hours. Said stimulation, however, was not the result of anyone playing with him as it was watching people play with each other. Agatha was with him the entire time, however. The lycra dress remained on him when he got under the covers, this being a suggestion from Agatha prior to his leaving. He liked the tight feel of the stretchy dress on his body. The irony was that he was initially dead set against wearing such a girly dress. Agatha, however, eased the young man's concerns. Try it on once. She had said, as she placed a hand on his bare shoulder, causing his thoughts to become a hazy mess for some reason. If you don't like it, you'll never have to wear it again. And here he was now, not wanting to take it off as he finally rose from his bed and began his self-decorating ritual. The makeup on his face always felt funny after he finished applying it all, though. His tongue had never come into contact with lipstick before he had met Agatha. It wasn't the worst taste in the world, but then, this was meant for decoration. His face also felt noticeably moist from all the foundation on his face. He had been conditioned to believe that all men went through this self-decorative ritual, however. He just wondered why his face didn't always look this attractive. To offset the smell of the various makeup articles that had been used on his face, he was given a spray with a strong scent. Upon misting his own face, he now emitted a sweet cherry scent. Once he was finished with his ritual, he stepped away from the mirror in his bedroom and stepped outside of it after sliding his stocking- covered feet in a pair of black slippers. His father had left him a note in the kitchen when he returned about "wanting to have a little talk". From the way it was worded, Connor had the suspicion that the conversation was not going to be a pleasant one. As much as he feared the prospect of potentially getting slapped around, he just wanted to get his father's harshness over with. When he was outside of his room, he heard a lot of incomprehensible babbling coming from the main floor of the house. The voice definitely sounded like...his father's? "Dad?" Connor called out as he descended the stairs to the second floor of their home. The incomprehensible babbling became a little louder, but nothing he heard sounded even remotely like English at all. When he went into the kitchen, he did see his father... ...but sitting with him was Auntie Agatha, calmly sipping from a cup of black coffee. His father was apparently sitting with her, but it seemed as if he were rooted to the kitchen chair he sat upon. His face was contorted to one of rage, but nothing that came out of his mouth sounded like comprehensible English at all. It was as if he had suddenly forgotten how to speak properly. Louder babble came out of the mouth of Sam James when he saw his son walk in wearing a skin-tight purple lycra dress with a face full of feminine makeup that made his face look sultry, and a head full of femininely-styled, bright pink hair that went just past his shoulders, attractively spilling down in soft waves. The Captain's son looked more like a fashion model than the well- built, professional baseball player he had wanted Connor to become. "Hello, Connie," Agatha began as she calmly placed her coffee mug upon the table. "How would you like to go outside and play 'catch' with me?" Connor found this kind of activity dull and boring. He shook his head. "No, of course not. Silly me," Agatha mused. "Apparently, your father thinks that your purpose in life is to be a pinch hitter with a Major League baseball team. Did he ever ask you what you wanted to do in life?" Again, Connor shook his head. "Maybeeee...you want to spend a little more time with your old friend at Feetham's? Brad Rollins?" Agatha suggested, rising up from her seat with a devious smile on her face. Connor shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe." Agatha gently placed an arm around the feminized young man. "You're young. I can understand that you still need time to figure out your life's path without letting someone else dictate it for you." "MRGLFRKKKRGGJIRAFFFAZZKKHHH!!" Sam protested. Apparently, all it took for him to become an immobile, incomprehensible mess was for Agatha to grab him by the wrist when he tried to grab her in anger. From then on, as per her suggestions, he was bound to the seat and could not move any further for any reason, as if he were literally tied to the chair, and he was completely unable to speak a word of proper English at all. And since Agatha had once again engaged in skin-to-skin contact with Connor, the young man's own mind opened up to the suggestions of the smiling chief conspirator. "You don't need to think about silly sports," Agatha began. "You need to think about pleasing men. That's what women do, right? It makes your lips tingle and quiver whenever you're around men like Brad Rollins. You want a handsome man like that to kiss you, and fondle you, and treat you like the sexy slut you want to be around men like Brad Rollins. You want your love to be passionate. Sensuous. Dirty. It makes you feel dirty to be around a man like Brad Rollins. You feel so small, so submissive, so willing to please a man like Brad Rollins. You want to be beautiful, and lovely, and sexy for that hunk of a man. You've known each other for a long time, too, haven't you? Since you were kids. Well now, you can get to know him on a much deeper level." As Brad was the son of one of Agatha's business partners, she had already conditioned Brad to respond to the kind of appearance she had conditioned Connor to develop. The next time they saw each other, she knew that they would come together once again. Only this time, they would take their boyhood friendship to a much more erotic level. "For the moment, why don't you go to the mall and do a little shopping?" Agatha suggested as she released him. She then handed him a credit card with his father's name on it. "Here. Use this to buy as much lingerie as you want, dear." Smiling, Connor quickly accepted the card and headed out of the house. As the Mall was only a few blocks away, he had no need to drive there. Besides...he had been conditioned to flaunt his femininity as much as possible. Agatha didn't care to release a man as rude and as crass as Samuel James from his predicament. She was cold enough to leave him exactly the way she had conditioned him to be. Nothing more than a babbling idiot who sits in one place, and is unable to move anywhere other than the place he sat. She did give him the grace to be released from this state after 24 hours had passed, but he would remember nothing about what had happened with Agatha, or his son. He would also find it impossible...completely impossible...to bring any kind of harm, nor say or scream hurtful things, to his son. Every time he tried, he would speak out in the same babbles that was currently coming from his mouth. Agatha felt no shame whatsoever over what she was doing. She had the power to do so, after all, and destroying any manner of misogynism in men like Sam James...who was a divorced, single father...and his son was the closest thing to entertainment in the mind of a powerful woman like Agatha. She could still hear Sam's incomprehensible protests as she drove away from the house. * * * Of all the handlers Vije had in her retinue, Anton Kaniak was the most cautious...and the most well-built...of them all. Bald, broad, and generously tattooed with reminders that he had once been a part of the elite Soviet commandos known as the Spetznaz, Kaniak was always the cautious one. As Xavier once was to Celeste Richards, Anton was to Vije. Two other resourceful members of Anton's Spetznaz unit...Pavel Koniev, and Gregor Sergetov...were among Vije's handlers. Neither of them could speak a word of English. All three of them were capable of speaking Vije's language, however, and Anton had all the reason in the world to make use of this perk when he confronted Vije on his independent findings relating to a blood test that Vije had asked him to run on her two new toys, Fifi and Ron. She had managed to extract the blood sample from the both of them during the Pink Persuasions party. Anton's findings, however, gave the tone of his voice a touch of urgency as he pulled Vije aside. She had been watching Fifi and Ron passionately kiss each other. Such was the nature of Anton's information that he had to compel Vije to step out of the room they were in. Vije looked a bit irritated as she spoke in her native language. "What IS it?? I was just getting horny watching my toys play!" "Did you kiss the rubber one at all?" Anton asked. "On the lips?" Vije shook her head. "Why?" "Good," Anton responded. "Because if you did, you would fall under his control." The waif-figured woman's eyes widened. "What...do you mean?" Anton indicated the file he had in his left hand. "It is all right here. Results of the blood test. His name is Ronald Bailey. School athlete. He has a powerful chemical in his bloodstream which has infected his sweat glands and his saliva. Upon contact with his bare skin, or if you kiss him, as Fifi is now doing, the person in question comes under Ronald's control. Brainwave patterns become erratic, and opens the mind to external suggestions." Vije's right eyebrow raised with wicked interest. "Is...that...so?" "He must be kept inside his rubber skin at all times," Anton firmly advised. "At least, until we can find a way to bring him under your control." The scheming European woman immediately made the mental leap to what it was that enabled her to take control of Rita Noble. "We can do that, but...we need to know where they keep the small injectors. If we can get one, I can use it on Ron, and secure his loyalty. I will need to make inquiries about this injector." "And if your...diplomatic attempts to acquire one fail?" Anton asked. Vije grinned. "That is why I have you, and the remnants of your team." Anton nodded, knowingly smiling back. * * * Elizabeth, and the memories of the evening they shared, still lingered on Tamara's mind as she pulled out a shopping cart and began rolling it towards the sliding door entrance to Gourmandizer's. She typically ignored the pair of nuns beyond the door pitching their pamphlets regarding the Divine Feminine religion. When it was her turn to be pitched, Tamara raised a hand and shook her head, smiling cordially, before rolling past them. Thankfully, neither one of them were Marcia Dyson, nor Gemma Schultz. She figured one of them, or both, were wandering the shopping lanes looking for converts. Smiling in amusement over the flatulation incident at the Pink Persuasions event that Lois had openly shared, Tamara rolled the empty cart into the first row of food choices, which were fruits, vegetables, eggs, juices, and butter offerings. Knowing full well what she did and did not need, she began pulling a few things from this section. As she was short on salted butter sticks, she grabbed a four-pack and placed the refrigerated item in the cart. "Wait." The moment she turned around to face the source of the voice, the source stepped in to close the distance between them. Olivia Tench was now inches from her face, her body rubbing a bit against Tamara's. "You didn't get one for me," Olivia cooed as she stared into Tamara's eyes. "sow." As much as she was tempted to roll away, Tamara knew Olivia was a Madame, and as such, resistance would endanger her natural freedom. She had to play the submissive. Again. The moment was giving her some excitement, anyway, despite herself. With a neutral expression, Tamara turned back to the butter offerings and picked out another four-pack, which she gently placed in the cart in front of Olivia. As she did, Olivia stepped in close so Tamara would rub against her own large breasts as the plus-sized woman did so. The radically hourglass-shaped Madame smiled lasciviously as she trapped Tamara between her arms, having her fill the space between her and the handlebar of her shopping cart. Olivia stared right into Tamara's nervous eyes. "Hellloooooo, sow," Olivia purred quietly. "Did you miss me?" "Um...Madame Olivia..." "Don't lie. This is exciting you," Olivia wickedly interjected. "You were an unexpected surprise for me last night. I didn't expect your tongue to be so...talented," Her hand then grasped at Tamara's crotch. "Mmmm...you've a snatch. Just like mine. I heard differently about you." Tamara sighed. "I was another Madame's idea of revenge against my dead father, Madame Olivia." "And how sinful you and I have become since then, eh, sow?" The Madame then sounded off a couple of porcine snorts, giggling over her own attempt at mirth. "Let's continue shopping together." Tamara looked wary of this idea. Especially if Elizabeth happened to be shopping somewhere in the aisles. "Madame Olivia...um, with all respect..." "Unless you'd rather have Gemma and Marcia bully you all throughout your shopping trip once they spot you?" Olivia noted. "They tend to steer clear of me whenever I'm around, seeing as how I'm such an irredeemably naughty little bitch." After a moment of thought, Tamara nodded in her capitulation. "O- Okay...but...can I ask why the need? I mean, to shop with me?" Olivia dropped her hands to her sides, allowing Tamara to move back to her cart. Interestingly, she stayed where she was, which intrigued Olivia. "Isn't it obvious?" Olivia replied. "I want to talk to you. It's...technically business." Tamara smirked, moving back in front of her shopping cart. "More like you want my tongue back on your, uh, snatch." "Yes," Olivia quickly and amusedly confirmed as the two carts rolled side by side, moving into the next aisle. "What your friend said last night about me working for the Mayoress is right, you know," Tamara reminded as she picked out a couple of other items from the second aisle. "She may need me more often than I could ever make myself available to you." "Grab that," Olivia pointed to an item in the aisle. "And that," she pointed to another once Tamara placed it in the cart. "So she wants you for some kind of...personal assistant? Grab that," Her finger went to another item Tamara reached for. "I guess I'll have to do what I can to work something out." Tamara stopped for a moment to turn to Olivia. "You mean to tell me that I'm the only person in all of Bullchester who has ever licked around your folds in such a satisfying manner? Forgive me, Madame Olivia, but I find that a little hard to believe." "Like I said, you surprised me last night," Olivia admitted. "If you recall, I came up for your friend." "Who may very well be here shopping," Tamara shot back. "And I'm not about to surrender her to you, whether you're a Madame or not." Olivia rolled her eyes. "Oh, relax, sow. The moment she started whining about having kids, I shifted my focus. You have only your tongue to blame for making me so interested in you all of a sudden. Perhaps I should thank the Madame who made you," she then pointed to a wrapped green block of decaffeinated coffee. "Get that, sow." Tamara complied, grabbing a red caffeinated version of the block for herself as she did so. As they continued rolling through the aisle, an inevitable occurrence approached. Gemma and Marcia were moving towards them. They were initially in conversation, but upon spotting Olivia and Tamara, their expressions darkened as Olivia's wicked grin widened. Tamara pushed her cart ahead of Olivia's to allow for Gemma and Marcia to pass as Olivia spoke. "So Tamara...have you ever felt a cute, hard little she-male cocklette between your lips? It feels like you're sucking on a small, bite-size carrot." Gemma knew that Olivia was taking a stab at her. She angled a dirty look to the Madame as they passed. Marcia, however, narrowed her eyes as she stared at Tamara. "How can you let yourself be seduced by this..." She gestured to Olivia. "...this...shameless whore?" Tamara shrugged. "How could you let yourself be brainwashed..." she gestured to Gemma. "...by the gospel of a zealot you hardly know?' Marcia's eyes flared. "Sister Gemma is the ordained voice of the Divine Feminine! You should heed her words more often!" "She will," Gemma calmly interjected, her voice now a bit more alluring. "It's only a matter of time...and I can wait, Sister Tamara." "Pffft! Take a good look at us, prudes," Olivia stepped over to stand right next to Tamara, placing an arm around her. "Curves like ours are meant to be worshipped more than your boring old Goddess." And we taste better, too. Tamara's sinful id reminded. "And we taste better, too," Tamara added. A part of her was surprised over the words unexpectedly coming out of her mouth. Perhaps it was because she was getting horny now. Being next to Olivia like this was beginning to get her aroused once again. Gemma and Marcia simply moved away in a huff once again. When Tamara turned her head to Olivia, she saw that the Madame's narrowed eyes were now gazing upon the plus-sized woman. She then pulled Tamara's head in to lock lips with her, holding Tamara's head with a firm, covetous grip as they kissed. The former boy's inner arousal naturally grew. Thankfully, Olivia pulled away just as Tamara was on the verge of losing her self-control. "Mmmm, you're right," Olivia purred. "We do taste better. Keep moving, sow. We're blocking the aisle." Once again, the shopping carts moved side by side, with Olivia continuing to indicate what she wanted Tamara to fetch for her, and Tamara herself acquiring what she wanted from her shopping trip. Just being near Olivia, however, it seemed like Tamara's sinful side cried out for more stimulation. The kind that could only be received from an aggressive woman. The former boy could feel her natural dominance. She knew the provocatively-shaped and dressed Madame was not done playing with Tamara just yet. When they got to the next aisle, Olivia began to speak once again. "I suppose I should cut to the chase. I want your tongue on my snatch again, and I'm going to get it, whether you're the Secretary of the Mayoress or not. If I have to, I will confront the Mayoress herself and...make an arrangement. In fact...pencil me in for Wednesday at 4:30 p.m. I figure by then, the Mayoress can trust you with booking appointments for her." "You're not going to call her?" Tamara asked as she pulled an item from one of the shelves. "No. You will," Olivia's finger pointed to a mass of shelved items. "Five of those." Tamara complied, placing the items in Olivia's cart. "And if she says no? A Mayoress is a busy woman, I'm sure you realize." Olivia giggled. "I'll have one of my Madames stop by your house Wednesday night to find out if you were able to make the appointment." Tamara smirked. "Lemme guess. The one with the big lips, right?" Olivia amusedly giggled again. "You must mean Emily. Why? Did you want to see her again, sow? I hope you have a lot of money. She's not cheap. You'd have to mortgage a mansion to afford her." "I thought the idea was that I come to see you," Tamara shot back, acquiring items for herself and for Olivia from the shelves. "Indeed," Olivia cooed. "And after a few visits, you may even have enough to pay for Madame Emily's services." Tamara frowned in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?" By now, they were in an aisle that was near a back room. The climate was cold, seeing as how the entrance area was near the frozen foods section. Olivia had suddenly wrapped her arms around Tamara and they moved through a barrier of transparent plastic strips to enter the dimly-lit area that the former boy knew was normally a staff-only area. Olivia's body provided Tamara with her sole source of warmth, and being pressed up against the Madame's body began to build Tamara's arousal once again. The crafty Madame spoke directly into the former boy's ear. "I mean, I'm going to pay you to see me. Every weekend. One night between your tongue, and my snatch. As if you were one of my girls. Which I hope, one day, you'll consider becoming." Tamara smirked again. "That should make Madame Noble happy." "Oh? Madame Noble? As in...Rita Noble?" Olivia cooed. "Is that who I should thank for making you look as sexy as you are? Maybe I should ask her if she wouldn't mind you joining my stable." "I'd rather you didn't do that," Tamara quickly remarked. "Oh?" Olivia raised an eyebrow, and then aimed an open hand at one of Tamara's huge buttcheeks. "Are you telling me what to do, sow?" SMACK! The strike was a sharp one, and Tamara gasped with the impact. Her eyes widened as Olivia continued to grasp her tightly in the embrace. Tamara's chin was on the Madame's shoulder as she recovered from the mild sting of the slap. "I thought I was the Madame here," Olivia menacingly intoned, continuing to speak directly into Tamara's ear. SMACK! Tamara moaned a bit from the second strike. She found herself(!) tightening the grasp her embracing arms had on Olivia's soft, shapely body despite any feelings of resistance that she had in her mind. Olivia's eyes widened with rising interest as Tamara's embrace tightened. "You will make yourself available to me every weekend." SMACK! "Ahh...!" Tamara winced as her excitement grew. She also felt sweat begin to form on her forehead. The stinging pain of Olivia's sharp slaps to her posterior was definitely turning her on. She never expected this! "You will consider yourself one of my girls when you do," Olivia commanded. "And you will consider me your only client." SMACK! "Mmph!" Tamara began to pant now. She could feel her loins getting wet, and the humidity rise despite the cool climate. "You will make that appointment for me to see the Mayoress," Olivia repeated. SMACK! "Ow...!" Tamara's panting was heavy now as she bleated. Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of her face. She felt Olivia's hand rubbing and groping at one of her burning buttcheeks. "Say yes, sow," Olivia cooed right into her ear. "Say yes. Don't make me wait." SMACK! "Uhh! Y-yess, Mada..." SMACK! Tamara squinted her eyes, still panting heavily. "I said 'say yes, sow.'" Olivia was also panting, getting a distinct thrill over her own dominance. "Sows don't speak, do they? Do they??" SMACK! SMACK! "Errrh!!" Tamara then consciously emitted two snorts, knowing full well that was what the Madame wanted to hear. Demeaning as it was, she had to swallow her pride in that moment. This earned her more comfortable rubbing and groping at her now bright red buttcheeks. "Goooood," Olivia purred. "Gooood sow." Tamara panted in relaxation, her eyes closed. The burning sensation at her ass dissolved into a more soothing warmth as Olivia held her. "When you're with me," Olivia thoughtfully remarked. "I think I'll call you...Petunia." Tamara was too busy recovering to immediately respond to this. She never expected a spanking as vicious as the one she just endured to be so...stimulating. Olivia held her for another minute before pulling away and holding Tamara's head in her hands. The former boy's hair looked a bit disheveled now. Her eyes were narrowed, her face was moist from the perspiration, and she was steadily panting. A lascivious smile was on the Madame's mouth. "Was it as good for you as it was for me, sow?" she then gave Tamara's cheek a couple of light slaps. "Snap out of it now. We have to finish shopping." For the rest of the shopping trip, Tamara felt a bit dazed. She was lucid enough to heed Olivia's shopping directions, but in those moments where they were just pushing carts, she could still feel a warm bliss at her large posterior, which kept her eyes half-lidded. Once they were in the final aisle, another sinfully attractive woman...this one younger...stepped over to them. She, too, had a provocative frame, with an outfit that placed emphasis on the cleavage formed by the swell of large breasts. Naturally narrow eyes glanced briefly at Tamara before the woman turned her attention to Olivia. "Car's waiting outside," she reported. "Good. Thank you, Cuddles," Olivia replied. "Have you met my new friend? This is..." "Tamara Portnoy," The sly former boy extended a hand, smiling as she interjected. "Nice to meet you." Cuddles smiled, accepting the hand. Tamara could feel Olivia's glare as they exchanged pleasantries. Cuddles then stepped around Tamara, seemingly scanning her overall body shape. "Now that is a nice ass." "I thought so, too," Olivia teasingly rubbed at Tamara's butt. "You should slap it sometime." Olivia then gave the spent buttcheek another sharp slap, which made Tamara gasp. "This won't be the last time we see this talented little sow, Cuddles. Get used to seeing my little Petunia here on weekends." Olivia maneuvered behind Tamara, her lips near an ear. "I may even share her," she added teasingly. "Mmmmm," Cuddles pressed herself up against Tamara, who was now effectively sandwiched between the two ladies. "I'd like that." Cuddles gave the tip of the former boy's nose a quick lick, grinning lasciviously. "I'll see you outside, Madame Olivia." Cuddles then stepped away, teasingly biting a fingernail as her gaze lingered on Tamara. She then turned and disappeared down the aisle, which Olivia and Tamara finished rolling through. Once they neared the cashier lines, Olivia stepped back in front of Tamara. "Okay, Miss Mayoress Secretary. You're free to go...but don't you dare forget about that appointment." A hand went back to Tamara's posterior. "You will see me again...sow." SMACK! SMACK! Tamara bit her lower lip, stifling a response. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Tamara squinted her eyes shut again, gritting her teeth. "That was for interrupting my introduction." Although the words seemed to indicate a rebuke, the tone was a little more...alluring. "Have a nice day, Petunia. Say hi to your single-mom friend for me." Olivia finally turned away and settled herself at the back of a long line. Thinking about Elizabeth, and feeling blessed for the fact that she never ran into her here, Tamara chose a line a few cashiers away from the one Olivia waited on. A part of Tamara couldn't help but wonder if Elizabeth was as good a spanker as Olivia turned out to be. As the warmth in her posterior lingered, she imagined Liz lovingly administering the same intense level of corporal punishment. Tamara then remembered that Liz had kids the former boy had yet to meet, and she wondered if a surprise visit...possibly after she had stored her shopping goods once she got back home...could remedy that. * * * "Rita?" Petal shined the bright, thin beam of a penlight over her half-lidded eyes, the lower lids of which looked baggy and shaded. "Can you hear me?" Rita Noble's eyes began to blink. Slowly, at first, and then rapidly as she seemed to come out of a daze. The pupils of her eyes then found Petal's face. "Petal...?" "Good afternoon, Rita." Petal turned off the penlight and placed it back into the pocket she took it from. "How are you feeling? Are your thoughts a little more clear?" Rita just nodded. "Good, good. Now listen to me, Rita..." Petal lifted her lowered head by the chin with a finger. "...in case you don't remember, you were given a..." "I know what I was given, Petal," Rita curtly interjected. "I know who gave it to me, too." "Well, you should stay away from that person then," Petal advised. "I gave you a temporary inhibitor just to bring you back from, well, effects roughly similar to going 'cold turkey'. If you are doing any business with this person...we'll call her the 'stimulus'...there is, roughly, a 98% chance that the debilitating effects of the obsession will re-manifest. I'm afraid that since the serum has embedded itself quite deeply within your bloodstream, as a consequence of it being somehow DNA-matched..." Only a part of Rita was listening to the words. Her mind was indeed clear enough to contemplate her next steps even as Petal continued speaking. I can't believe I was laid low. Again. She thought to herself. Never again...and no matter what the scientific psychobabble, I WILL see Vije again. I will convince her that our minds can be as one, and that we must never be parted again. WE can become a force to be reckoned with in Bullchester. WE can have everyone...EVERYONE...beneath us, in time. And we will have nothing but that. We will also have Tammy Porntoy on a leash, rubbing her head at my thigh like a pussycat in heat as she kneels yearningly beside us, with a little cocklette back between her legs, ready to fuck anyone we command that promiscuous little slut to seduce. "...so it's important that you remember what I've told you, Rita, because if you go cold turkey again, the inhibitor may not work as well as it did today. There's always a chance, after all, that your body may build a resistance to it..." Bullchester. Rita kept thinking as she stared forward. No...I think Noblechester sounds much better. Yes...I think Vije would like that... "...for now, I think once you've gotten a good night's sleep, you should be able to lucidly get back to work tomorrow, seeing as how you're...well, technically cured." Rita smiled as she glanced thoughtfully to Petal. Oh, I'm cured, all right. Rita concluded to herself as she got back to her feet. I am so completely fucking cured. * * * TO: Tamara Portnoy FROM: Elizabeth Zambrano SUBJECT: Time to meet my darling angels! Hi, Tamara!