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A Birthday Present
“Darling, much as I love a good surprise, I already know we’re going to the country. I don’t know what the point of the blindfold is.” Ella, Lady Bradford, lounged in the back of the Rolls limo, skirt rucked up around her thighs, legs spread; a lovely young man’s head between them.
“Why do you insist on talking while
I’m trying to pleasure you, my dear?” came
the response. The ride to the
He’d started with her blouse; a flimsy silk affair with entirely too many buttons for his taste, although he had to admit it was a pleasure watching Ella’s smooth white flesh reveal itself inch by precious inch. Once unbuttoned, a fine black and white lace bra with just the right amount of ivory cleavage was unveiled. Jamie released a slow sigh, a small front clasp, she knew him so well. His lips brushed her neck, and then she could feel his warm breath against her lips, hesitating. She knew he was watching, waiting for her body to respond, waiting to see the rise and fall of her chest quicken.
Yes, there it was, her breath was coming ever so slightly faster now. He kissed her briefly, then turned his attentions to her still lace clad breasts. With a flick, her two glorious mounds were released, spilling forth into his waiting hands. Ella took a sharp intake of breath, a smile curling her lips as Jamie’s hands gently squeezed her breasts. He loved her breasts, the whiteness of them, the perfectness of them; perfectly proportioned to her 5’7” siren like stature. A society mag had once compared Ella to screen legend Ava Gardner, a very astute comparison Jamie remembered thinking. The dark hair, blue eyes and lush, but still slender curves. His thumbs brushed at her erect nipples bringing first one then the other to his lips. He sucked and nipped, knowing how she loved a taste of pain, the evidence there on her face, her white teeth biting into her red bottom lip. Truthfully, he could have spent hours teasing and toying with her breasts, but there was a time limit, and so he moved on.
His hands went to her slim boot encased ankles. It was winter outside, and thankfully, his darling Ella never wore anything but boots in winter. These were some of her favorites he knew, aged black leather, just of bit of a platform with a three inch heel. For the last several years Jamie had been thanking whatever fashion god it was that had brought such things back into style. He ran his hands up the boots to her thighs, the leather crackling under his touch. They were white and toned, and just like the rest of her, had the slightest hint of softness. Her skirt was a long black almost Victorian looking piece, Ella had always had a taste for the somewhat dramatic and eccentric. In fact, her whole outfit put him in mind of an old fashioned riding habit. A little jolt went through his body at the image of her mounting a horse in such gear. Jamie’s fingers went to the hem, raising it slowly to her hips. This time it was he that bit his lip, no underwear, good girl. His hands were up under her ass now kneading. He kissed her lips again, still softly. He knew it drove her crazy, this kind of slow seduction. He’d take her hard and fast later if he had the chance, though he wondered how much attention he’d receive once he’d given her her birthday present.
Jamie stole a glance out the window, surprised to see the exit for the estate coming up. He must have lost himself sucking at those sweet tits longer than he’d meant. Ah, well, still enough time, the manor house itself twenty minutes off the main road. He immediately bent his head to his task, his lips alighting on her wet slit, the surrounding hair neat and trim. He rather enjoyed a shaved cunt on blondes and redheads, but he’d always thought brunettes looked, well, rather, bare and silly in such a state. And that is where the story began…
Ella’s head lolled back against the leather seat, a slow deep-throated moan issuing from her lips before she said, “Darling, much as I love a good surprise, I already know we’re going to the country. I don’t know what the point of the blindfold is.”
To which Jamie had replied, “Why do you insist on talking while I’m trying to pleasure you, my dear?”
Ella laughed softly at that and said, “You’re right, please continue.”
Jamie shook his head at the slight condescending tone in her voice, at some point this week he would have to remind her that he wasn’t one her ridiculous suitors to be talked down to. He loved her, but she could be a fucking bitch. He smirked, she certainly was about to be fucked bitch. “Turn around Ella,” he said sternly.
“What?”
“Get on the floor, on your knees, and turn around.”
Ella did as she was told, recognizing the seriousness in his voice. She wasn’t scared though, if anything it only served to make her wetter. Now it was her firm belly pushed up against the slope of the leather seat. Jamie reached around her front and flopped her breasts over on top of the seat. The whiteness of her breasts a lovely picture against the rich brown leather. He undid his alligator belt and dropped his expensive slacks to the ground and pulled out his erect seven inch cock. He’d never minded not having some huge member, Ella thought them disgusting and his was quite simply perfectly built to fill up her hot, wet cunt. Normally, He’d want her totally nude, or at least her top off, back exposed, but after her snide little comment, this just seemed a little crueler. One hand went to her small waist while his other brushed her hair away from her neck, his mouth tugging lightly at an earlobe.
“Oh, do hurry Jamie.” Ella was half pleading, half commanding. If it had been any other woman, Jamie swore, he would have stripped the bitch and left her on the side of the road. Instead, he grabbed his prick and shoved it straight up into her steaming cunt. A cry of surprise and relief came from Ella as she ground her ass back against Jamie’s hips. They were turning off the main road now, onto the long drive of the estate. His prick thrust in and out viciously slamming Ella against the seat, over and over. He could hear her breasts slapping against the leather, and grabbed at them, squeezing them like vices. Ella didn’t make a sound, though he knew from her short labored breathing that she was enjoying herself. He could feel the pressure building up within him now, the smells of leather, sex, and car’s engine, intoxicating. A shudder ran through Ella as she came. It was almost too easy, at certain times. Jamie held on for only a fraction of a minute longer. His seed flooded into her in a hot rush.
The Rolls Royce limo pulled into the circular drive of the manor house, a sprawling 18th century limestone masterpiece. Inside the car Jamie still clung to Ella, there was no rush, the two could remain undisturbed as long as they desired, but he was anxious to give her his present. Their breathing had slowed to an almost normal pace. Jamie opened a small compartment and withdrew a towel, cleaning himself and Ella up.
“Can I take this off now?” Ella gestured to the blind fold.
She sat facing him now in totally dishevelment. “No, not yet,” He said as he did up his pants and fastened his belt, then began to button Ella’s shirt and run his fingers through her wavy hair. “There, you look quite presentable.”
“There best not be people here.” She wanted nothing but to spend the week with Jamie, alone.
Jamie could see the butler standing
at the car door, studiously avoiding looking into the blacked out windows. He knew that the job he had been hired to do
required service with total loyalty and absolutely no questioning. He’d stand outside the car door all night
waiting for the signal to open the door.
Yes, Jamie thought,
Barnsley, who had worked for the family for years and knew exactly what had been going on behind the glass partition, simply nodded and said, “Quite so milord.”
“Yes, well,” Jamie stuck his head back into the cooling cabin of the car, “Are you coming out Ella?”
“Well, it’s a little difficult as
I’m blindfolded.”
“Here, I’m holding out my
hand. There you go. Alright, watch your head.” Ella’s boots crunched on the gravel drive. “You’ll see that the bags are taken care
of?” Jamie shouted over his shoulder as
he drew Ella into the house.
“Of course, milord. Everything has been made ready as always.”
“Excellent, then I doubt you’ll see us for the rest of the night.”
“Very good, goodnight.”
Jamie left the heavy oak door open behind him as he pulled Ella along towards the newest addition to the house. “Do you know where we’re headed?” He asked her.
“The lab,” Ella stated, starting to become excited. The Lab, as they called it, had been built during World War II to serve as a makeshift hospital. It had been sealed off by the last Lord Bradford, but Jamie and Ella had reopened the wing and remodeled it to suit their fancies. They stopped at the entrance, Jamie placing his thumb against a small scanner. “You know how close to success we’ve been with our experiments in nanotech?” There was a heavy sound of metal and the door slid open revealing a well lit hallway with three metal doors on either side and an arched opening ahead.
“Yes,” Ella’s heart had begun to beat faster. Behind each of the doors was a small cell with a bed, a toilet, and a sink. There were frequently “guests” occupying at least one of the rooms, but at present, they were all empty. The nanotech had been the logical progression in their shared interests. If the right programs and combinations were made they would be able to totally reshape a person into anything they desired. Jamie was the scientific mind while Ella was the artist. But, their experiments had been slow to progress, enhanced breasts here, a bulging ass there, nothing for the books.
The two stepped through the archway into an operating gallery of sorts, an operating table in the center, beyond, through another door, a second room, white, sterile with other doors leading off it. Within an old fashioned gynecological exam table.
“Hello, Ella,” a pleasant woman’s voice shocked Ella. She hadn’t expected anyone to be here. Ella couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped the blindfold away. She briefly registered where they were, that there was a comatose blond female strapped to the chair and that another woman in a lab coat stood before her.
“Happy birthday, my love,” Jamie said quietly, his breath hot against her ear. She knew immediately who the woman was, she’d seen her pictures in medical journals countless times. The attractive woman with choppy shoulder length hair and big blue eyes was none other than Samantha Ruschen, one of the world’s leading doctors in the new field of nanotechnology. It was then that her gaze found its way back to the unconscious girl, woman, Ella realized, in fact, she thought, a wicked smile widening on her face, the exact same age as her, down to the day, 26 years old for another 183 days.
Fucking bitch, Ella thought. There before her was Megan Raneleigh, the blond little whore who’d tormented Ella all through school, at least until Ella had left at 15, unable to bare the abuse any longer. The same Megan that had shared a birthday with her unpopular classmate, who’d made everyone choose whose party to go to. Ella’s parents had finally just started having small family gatherings. The same Megan who had blossomed at the age of 13 and turned every boy’s and some girl’s heads. Megan had laughed at her in the halls as she’d walk by, spread vicious rumors, albeit, true, even though Megan herself had only had suspicions, about her sexual encounters, and even gone so far as to write a play in which one of the characters was a horrible caricature of Ella. The play had been preformed at assembly one day, much to everyone but Ella’s delight. When Ella had finally gone to the headmistress about it, she’d promptly been told that she couldn’t force people to be Ella’s friends and maybe she ought to seek psychiatric help. That had been Ella’s last day of school.
Later that night she’d been called to the headmistress’s office again to be told that her parents had been killed in a plane crash somewhere over the alps. Ella had left that night, the co-heir to an enormous fortune. And now, here in her grasp was the very symbol of all that had gone wrong with her life. She’d fantasized for years of ways to torment Megan, and here she was, served up to her by the man she loved best in all the world. Ella turned to Jamie and put her arms around him, “You really are the very best brother a girl could ever wish for.”
PART II
Ella, Jamie and Sam, as the doctor had told them to call her, were sitting around a table discussing their course of action. Ella was polishing off her second glass of red wine while the doctor explained her methods. Ella couldn’t keep her mind on Sam’s voice if she’d wanted to. She’d never been one for details, had always left that up to her older brother, so long as things got done, she was happy. Jamie on the other hand was listening closely to Sam go through the lengthy, technical explanation. “I don’t mean to be rude,” Ella interjected, “But, I’m a bit anxious to get on with this.”
Neither Jamie nor Sam seemed phased by Ella’s bluntness. “Of course,” Sam said, “I’m sorry, I tend to get carried away. All you need to do is tell me exactly what you want, then I’ll write the program. The nanites will be injected directly into the patient’s bloodstream starting off a reaction that will totally and irreversibly restructure the patient’s body in any way that you desire. Once you’ve given me the specifics it shouldn’t take me more than a few hours to have everything ready.”
“Will she be asleep or awake for this?” Now Ella was paying attention.
“Well, it really doesn’t make a difference in the outcome, although I must warn you that it can be an extremely painful and terrifying process, especially on a, shall we say, reluctant, subject. But in the end, the decision is entirely up to you.”
“I want the bitch awake, I want her to see exactly what is happening to her.” A tendril of heat was slowly spreading its way through Ella’s body, the combination of the two glasses of wine, and ensuing vengeance. Jamie could see the slightly maniacal glint in her blue eyes; it was always there when his sister was planning torture. It made him want to fuck her right there on the table with the hot blond doctor watching. “How long will it take,” Ella’s voice snapped him out of his reverie; for a second there, he’d been picturing her writhing against the restraints. “I don’t want her passing out, you can keep her awake, right?”
“Absolutely, a little adrenaline will take care of that, and as for the time, well, it just depends on the amount of restructuring.”
“Perfect.” Ella for once was detail oriented. She knew precisely what she wanted to happen to the pretty Megan. She gave the doctor her specifications and left her and Jaime to their work.
Three hours later Jamie found Ella at the stables, just dismounting from her black Andalusian stallion, Deimos. “Well,” she questioned impatiently, “Is she ready?”
The sky was blackening around them, no doubt there’d be rain later, Jamie thought as he handed the reins of his sister’s horse over to a silent stable-hand. “I’m not exactly certain as to what she you are referring to love, but, we are ready to proceed with our little experiment.” He took her arm in his as they retraced the path to the manor. Freezing rain beginning to fall as they ducked inside. Jamie couldn’t resist pushing Ella against a limestone wall and kissing her hard and deep as they entered the house. “What is it about a woman who’s just been riding?” He asked her as he took in her flushed complexion and tousled hair.
“We look as if we’ve just been wonderfully and thoroughly fucked,” she smiled and chucked him under the chin. “Now come on,” Ella said and pulled him towards the lab.
Megan awoke in a stereotypical white walled room of unknown whereabouts. She realized immediately that saying she was in a “bad” situation, was an understatement. She was strapped to an old gynecological exam chair, her arms strapped down by leather restraints, and her feet in the stirrups, likewise bound. What really scared her though was that she couldn’t feel anything, she could move, but she was totally numb, that and the fact that sitting in front of her was an attractive late 30’s blond in a lab coat, regarding her as coolly as if she saw the same thing everyday. Megan tried to speak, but found she couldn’t. Her vocal chords were, for the moment, paralyzed. Sam didn’t go in for the whole screaming victim thing so much, not really her style. Though, she didn’t doubt that the vindictive lady of the manor would desire the young woman fully functioning when her torture took place.
As if on cue, Jamie and Ella entered, still arm in arm. Megan had never seen the tall, dark-haired man, but there was something familiar about the gorgeous black clad woman before her. “Hello, Megan,” Said the woman. That voice, Megan knew instantly. Ella’s voice had always had a deep, smoky quality that had always seemed at odds with her round bespeckled face. Not any longer, Megan realized. The Voice matched up with the tall voluptuous body rather well now. “Hard to believe it’s been eleven years, Megan. You look very much the same. Do you know who I am?” Ella had moved away from Jaime to circle Megan.
Megan’s head bobbed in acknowledgement to Ella’s question. Ella glanced from Megan to Sam. “Why the bloody hell isn’t she talking?”
“I was saving the screaming for you, hold on.” Sam shot Jamie a look before she took a syringe from the operating tray and injected it into the IV in Megan’s right arm. Megan felt tingling all over her body as sensation began to return.
“What am I doing here? What’s going on?” Megan choked out in a panicked voice.
“Honestly darling,” Ella grinned, taking one of Megan’s breasts in her hand, enjoying the smooth warm flesh, her thumb brushing against the taught nipple, “You were an unexpected present from my brother here. You know, the one I like fuck, as you told the entire school.”
Megan understood then that this was some long awaited revenge scheme. “Look, I was just being a stupid kid. I’m very sorry, I know you never slept with your brother.” Megan was struggling uselessly against her bonds.
“Oh, no, you were quite correct, my brother and I fuck as much as possible.” Ella ran a hand down Jamie’s chest while still looking at Megan. “There will always be girls like you Megan, and there will always be sad, pathetic girls like I was, but I’ve changed as you see. And now, so will you.”
“You’re insane! People will notice I’m gone. They’ll come looking for me!”
“And they’ll honestly think to look into a girl you tormented years ago? I think not. Everyone knows how very well adjusted and successful I’ve become since my parent’s death. No, no one will come for you here. And after I’m done with you, you won’t want to leave.” Ella turned to Sam, “You can ahead now.”
Same again chose a syringe from the table, this time though, injecting it directly into Megan’s neck. Megan felt a hot rush through her body as the nanites began their work. “What? What was that?” She began to feel a burning in her chest. She looked down at her round c cup breasts and was horrified to see them swelling slowly.
Ella’s heart was beginning to beast faster now as she watched the petite blonde’s adequate breast enlarging. “Those were nanites, my dear. They’re programmed to do whatever I desire to do to your body.”
Megan had begun to panic in earnest now. Her breasts were growing beyond normalcy for someone with a slim 5’5” stature. She could feel her skin tightening, stretching. Her breasts drooped onto her stomach, her aureoles brown and saucer sized, her erect nipples 2 and a half inches long. Megan struggled against the strange pressure building up within her expanded breasts. “Ugh, please, stop! I’m sorry, I swear I’ll do anything, please!” Tears were running down her pretty pink cheeks. Ella would have enjoyed Jamie taking her from behind as they watched their work in progress, but she couldn’t stand the thought of Megan seeing her so vulnerable.
Megan screamed feeling as if two hot needles had pierced the tips of her long nipples. A slow dribble of white liquid escaped as Megan realized the pressure in her breasts was them filling up with milk. Oh, fuck! She thought, I can’t be pregnant! This can’t really be happening! In fact, she wasn’t pregnant, Ella just had a bit of a lactation fetish. Ella watched, absentmindedly licking her lips. Megan’s breasts had stopped growing and lay heavily to either side of her navel, leaking milk, looking out of place against such a firm, tan stomach. And then Megan felt another flare of pain and heat, this time just below her bellybutton. She would have doubled over if she’d been free to, instead, she had to watch helplessly as four red bumps appeared, the flesh around them turning pink and plumping up. Her rational mind couldn’t make any sense out of what she was seeing. She again began to writhe in her restraints, making Ella wish again to have Jaime’s hot prick inside her sopping cunt. No, Ella told herself, I must show control.
Even as Megan’s mind tried to refuse what it saw, she couldn’t deny it. The puffy pink flesh had continued to grow, large veins appearing. The four small nipples had turned pink as well, growing into thick, long teats. “What have you done!” She kept repeating as her newly formed udder flopped between her thighs, resting against her sex. Prior to passing out, Megan saw Ella clapping in triumph before the blond doctor approached the tall brunette from behind and deftly sunk a needle into her neck, Jaime catching her drugged body as she fell.
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