Finders Keepers Part 9

By Soltan Bey

April 28 1998

It was early mid morning and the sun was just high enough to begin warming the inlaid stones surrounding the pool. Lucy waved goodbye to Raul and Roberto, as they headed out to rent a jet ski for the day. Both Lucy and Andra had the pool deck area to themselves at the moment, sharing a snack and some fresh guava juice.

Lucy cleared her throat and glanced at Andra.

"I'm surprised Diana isn't up yet." Diana wasn't the type to sleep

in so late. She was usually up by this hour.

Andra glanced up from the French Language guide she had been reading. Her tanned face showed a slight blush. "I think she had a rough night last night. Stayed up late." She returned her eyes to the French guide.

Lucy nodded her head. "So I heard."

Andra looked back up with a deeper blush. "Sorry, I guess we got carried away." She put the book down. "I didn't want to wake you so we went to my bedroom. I figured it would be far enough away to muffle any sound's we might make." She had an apologetic look on her face.

"Well, I got up around two A.M. to get a bite to eat, I was famished! On the way down the stairs I heard you." She paused for a few moments. "I did not know you were that kind of woman Andra."

Andra's tanned face turned a darker shade of brown. "I don't think I am, it just kind of happened." She lied. "I don't normally do that sort of thing. I prefer men." She picked up something from the tray to nibble on. "I don't think that will happen too often, but if it does, will you folks mind?"

Lucy didn't answer right away.

Andra shrugged her shoulders. "I can't promise that sort of thing won't happen again. I did tell you this group of women investors were mostly lesbians, and they will be coming around here. Janine, Diana's associate, will be coming in a few weeks and I imagine they will be staying together here at the villa while I work with them."

"Oh, it's not that. I was just thinking about Roberto. I don't know how I will explain it to him, once he figures out what is going on."

Andra nodded her head. "I told Diana to take it easy with that young man, Tommy, for the same reason." She paused. "Perhaps I made a mistake bringing a normal family along with me."

Lucy blanched. She didn't want Andra thinking that way! The money was too good, not to mention the side benefits. "No! I agreed to be hired, Raul and I signed the contracts. I knew what I was getting into. I'll handle Roberto, besides if it gets to be a problem I can send him to live with my sister."

Andra nodded. "I wouldn't want you to do that, but if that is what you decide needs to happen then I'll cover all the costs."

Lucy found that acceptable. "Well, we'll see how things go. I'm sure it won't get that bad. Roberto will keep his nose out of places it doesn't belong if I tell him too."

"Yes, we'll see. I'll be meeting with Lorena later today. I may see if other accommodations can be had for you here on the island. Which may be a better idea in the long run anyway."

Lucy really didn't want to leave this nice villa. "If you do that, won't that change the plan?"

"Well, I'm thinking it may be better for you and your family. If we do this you'll still be coming by here most every day. You'll be doing your studies and taking care of chores for me in between all that, plus I'll want to do some more things for you before Susan gets down here."

Lucy nodded. "Ah, yes. Susan. She's the one that worries you."

Andra nodded. "Yes, I'm not sure just what she is capable of. I'm thinking it may be best if you don't meet her too often." She looked at Lucy. "I want you to avoid her as much as possible. Whatever you do, don't let her corner you alone."

"I'll find thing's to keep me busy when she is around." She paused for a few seconds. "From what you told me of her she sounds like a very nice woman. Why does she worry you so?"

"Because she's too nice. I agreed to do things with her I wouldn't have normally done, in any circumstances. Yet I did. She has some sort of power, an extraordinary ability to persuade, that I don't understand. I'm afraid of her to a certain degree."

Lucy shook her head. "It's hard to imagine how that could be, with the things you can do." She held up her hand and flashed her new fingernails in the air. "With these I could cut her to ribbons!" She giggled. "I imagine what you have done with me is nothing compared to what you have done with yourself. How can she harm you?"

Andra shrugged, "Well, I don't mean physically afraid. I just know when she and I were alone together I wasn't thinking clearly. It's embarrassing now, but when I was around her I wanted to please her in almost any way I could. I only know she can persuade me to do almost anything she wants. I supplied her with some goodies I shouldn't have, nor would I have, had I been thinking clearly. I intend to correct that when I see her again."

Lucy frowned. "What are these "goodies' you are so concerned with now?" She listened with dawning comprehension as Andra spent the next thirty minutes attempting to explain the ramifications of what she had done for Susan.

"Well, if you are right about this, Andra, Susan will be someone I would not want to cross swords with. I hope the time never comes that I have to do that. As you say, for the meantime I will avoid her entirely." She excused herself to return upstairs and resume her studies for the morning.

Andra had some time to think while Lucy was upstairs doing her studies. She decided her emergency backup, Lucy, would need some further enhancements. Just in case her concerns were well founded.

Andra had another reason for desiring Lucy and her husband to be with her. The ideas she had been batting around since not long after discovering the Nan's true potential, ideas dealing with improving the female line for higher performance. Ideas that had been reinforced and clarified by Susan's insight into Andra's potential capabilities. Andra decided being surrounded by a bunch of lesbians and female oriented bisexual women would skew her ideas in a potentially disastrous course so she wanted a normal traditional couple to work with and observe as she experimented. Of course she didn't know if Lucy would go along with what she had in mind so she had neglected to tell Lucy her ulterior

motive. Besides, it wouldn't be scientific to do that would it?

Lucy would be a perfect woman to observe as she became stronger and bigger over time. How her relationship with her man would change. What kind of needs Lucy would have in order to stay happy with him. Andra knew from her own experience that as she improved herself her needs and desires had changed significantly, that she began do demand higher performance levels of her partners. In many cases, risen above that which they were capable of providing. Andra remembered what Diana had said about younger men, she understood very well what Diana meant. Older guys just didn't cut it for women like her, the sex was to intense and they just didn't last long enough. Like a rose out of water, they wilted to soon.

Andra had a fair idea of what Susan, and her witch friends wanted. To be

dominate, physically over the male. In order to satisfy them she would embark on a genetic manipulation program as Susan wanted. Susan had been most persuasive during the nights and days they spent alone. Andra realized she had been seduced by a power she did not understand and was under some sort of bizarre spell. She feared Susan might be able to bend her will even further over time.

Alexandra snorted and muttered to herself ."Silly, there's no such thing as mystical powers and witch's. It's all nonsense."

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Doctor Felicia Clark waited with minor impatience and glanced at her wristwatch, it was almost 12 midnight and Susan had yet to appear. She cursed silently to herself. It wasn't easy getting a NMR (Nuclear Magnetic Resonance) high resolution total body scan slotted, not for non emergency use. The hospital charged a small fortune for such access and the bill would have to be paid whether the patient showed up or not. Damn her, where is she?

Maybe Susan was irked it had taken 10 days to get the NMR scheduled rather than within the week as Felicia had said she would try to do, or maybe Susan was yanking her around, using this to show her displeasure. Felicia sighed and was about to inform the technical staff the patient had not shown up when she saw Susan enter the lobby.

She smiled. "You cut it awfully close Susan, we only have ten minutes to get you prepped and into the machine." She didn't wait for Susan's reply and grabbed her by the elbow to escort her to the nearby elevator. "I hope you followed the directions I gave you exactly, these things cost a ton of money to have done."

Susan nodded. "Yes, no food for the past 15 hours. I'm so damn hungry I could eat at McDonalds."

Felicia laughed at the joke as they entered the elevator and she pushed the button for the floor they needed. It wasn't until then that she noticed Susan was either wearing some major spike heels or she was taller. It wasn't heels, Susan had a pair of sensible low heel shoes on that matched her loosely cut pant suit. She was so shocked she uttered an expression frowned upon by the more literal clan members. "My God. Susan, you must be almost two inches taller than the last time I saw you. In ten days?"

Susan smiled. "Keep those shocked eyes to yourself, I don't want you drawing a crowd during the scan when you see the rest of me. And no more foul language if you please." She smirked as the elevator door opened. "I've been busy pushing myself really hard at the gym too, among other things." She didn't elaborate on her last remark as they headed down the hall and toward the NMR diagnostic area.

Felicia wanted to ask what Susan had done, it was obvious that she had started something with Andra, that Susan had decided to forgo all medical advice and council and go ahead with a program of her own. It irked Felicia that she couldn't just stop now and find out what was going on. Dammit, how was she supposed to conduct science if Susan didn't cooperate?

Within a few minutes, the tedious sign in paperwork finished, Felicia escorted Susan along with one of the technical nurses into the prep room so she could disrobe. Felicia stifled her reaction rather well she thought when Susan disrobed in front of them, but the nurses reaction was a tad more obvious. Though she was tasteful enough not to say anything.

Susan certainly had changed, and a lot, from calves to her neck each muscle group stood out clearly. So clearly as to almost be gross to those who thought women should be nothing but smooth rounded curves of fat, skin, and bone. She had minimal fat under that skin, so minimal it that to Felicia's medical eye Susan could be judged unhealthy and near starvation. A body in that condition didn't need to be starving itself for food, that was for sure. Yet for all her leanness it was quite apparent Susan hadn't just been losing fat, she had put on a lot of muscle.

The nurse had Susan step on a scale and weighed her, then at Felicia's prompting she measured Susan's height. Felicia noted the results in her notebook that she kept on Susan. She compared the measurements to the last data she had on Susan from some six months ago, Susan had gained thirty pounds since then, and all of that gain had been in the past month. She now stood at 5 feet, 4 inches, a gain of just over 2 inches. Felicia shook her head in silent amazement.

With the silly paper robe in place she followed the nurse and Susan into the NMR room and silently waited as the nurse explained what Susan had to do during the scan.

Felicia went into the operations room where the computer and control equipment was and informed the technicians that once the scan was begun she wanted all online interpretation monitors to be turned off.

"That's a little irregular Doctor Clark." One of the techs said with raised eyebrow. "We usually have a partial result scan monitor on to make sure the scan is proceeding nominally."

Felicia shook her head. "You just watch your other outputs. I'll keep an eye on this single result monitor and inform you if I want a rescan."

The tech shrugged. "Okay." Earlier in the evening his shift super informed him not to interfere with Doctor Clark's demands. Didn't matter to him, it was their money not his. Big bill too. It was damn rare for anyone to want a head to toe high resolution scan done. The job would take many hours to process on computer time, for the final 3d products anyway.

Felicia watched the output monitor. This equipment the hospital had was the latest thing and one didn't have to wait for hours for a result. A decent, almost instant, scan result could be had while the scan was in progress, though it was quite limited and not fully 3D rotatable. Not until the data had been processed for hours could one have those results. Nonetheless the result was like a super x ray and she could tune the result to see bone and soft tissue structures from one plane of view and could vary the "depth' of the view by some simple commands.

It wasn't until the scan had passed Susan's head and was working it's way down her upper torso, with painful slowness, that Felicia saw something to be excited about. She almost let out a yelp as she began to understand what she was seeing. It was immediately apparent that Susan's skeletal structure was undergoing massive changes from human norm. The most obvious differences at the moment were what appeared to be flanges at the ends of the humerus and at the elbow end of the two forearm bones, the radius and ulna, where muscle attachment points were. Also along the entire length of the upper arm bone, the humerus, there appeared to be ridges. Felicia noted the joints appeared somewhat odd and were unlike any she had seen on a human before. She didn't have time to attempt any deep analysis as the scan was proceeding and she needed to monitor it in it's entirety.

As the scan progressed further down Susan's torso other glaring changes became apparent along her spine. Some serious rework had been done there and was probably still in progress. Felicia punched some commands into the console and took the time to examine one of the lumbar areas in closer detail. Something had completely reworked the scheme the human body, and most other vertebrates use, to snake the spinal cord through the spine. At first guess Felicia supposed the mod made sense as the spinal cord was afforded more protection yet wasn't nearly as subject to damage in case of a ruptured disk or many of the other myriad things that can go wrong in the spinal area, such as fractures that allow bone to impinge on the spinal cord. Overall the bone structure of Susan's spine was a good deal "beefier, to use a non medical term, than one would expect on a woman Susan's size.

Felicia stifled a gasp when she took the time to catch up with the ongoing scan and began to examine Susan's pelvic region. Little made sense there. After gawking at the changes in the bone structure she punched in some commands to allow her to see soft tissues. When the result came up she stifled another gasp. Susan's genitalia were-definitely- non human nominal. New muscle groups seemed to have appeared and there was something else that was odd but the result was to snowy to get sufficient detail. Only a final result 3d interpretation could determine for sure, but she swore she could see what looked like a long tubular structure that terminated about where Susan's clitoris would be and seemed to be attached at some point at the pelvis, though it was hard to tell with this "quick' shot scan interpretation result, also there was some sort of interference with the scan.

The odd interference in the scan she noted again as she attempted to dial in a close up of another odd looking soft tissue structure near Susan's ovaries. She checked with the technician and according to their instrumentation everything was proceeding nominally. She was about to ask for a rescan, just in case, when a thought hit her. Perhaps the "interference' she was seeing was actually something in Susan's soft tissues and not the result of some miss calibration. And that something could only be those nano machines Andra used. Felicia had to get Susan to let her manipulate and work with the scan data set, or she would go mad! This was incredible, she wished she could keep Susan pinned under that NMR for days on end while she watched whatever was going on inside of Susan's body.

Felicia caught up with the scan and took a quick look at Susan's lower torso, she saw similar changes in the thigh and lower leg bone as were seen along the arm bones.

By the time the scan completed Felicia felt faint. She wished she could see the final result but for whatever reason Susan had, she had forbad that for the moment. Nonetheless, Felicia had seen enough, Susan was no longer entirely human.

She quickly gathered the optical disks with the data and made sure no copies were in the machines, then made a hasty exit to gather Susan and get her to a place where they could talk safely.

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It was quite obvious to Susan that Felicia was quite upset as they headed out of the hospital and walked toward the parking lot. It was 2 A.M. and all Susan wanted to do was to eat, she was famished and wasn't up to dickering with the good doctor. "I take it you saw something bothersome?" She asked when they were well away from the building proper.

Felicia cast a quick glance at Susan. "You've got to let me give you another complete physical Susan, that at the very least, and I demand you let me do a complete blood workup on you. I don't know exactly what I saw in there but your undergoing some major internal changes. Goddess knows what else is going on!"

Susan sighed. "Look, I'm starving here. I need food, and lots of it. We can meet at your place?" She suggested, ignoring Felicia's demands for now.

Felicia nodded, "Sure, I can stop and pick up something at the all night deli on the way."

"Great, see you there within the hour, " Susan turned and patted Felicia on her soft rump and bussed her on the cheek. "I imagine your tired, it's awful late no? Don't feel you have to stay up till I arrive, I might take a detour on the way. I have a key remember, so I can let myself in."

"Sure, whatever." Felicia knew when to give up when it came to Susan. Besides she was dog tired. "See you." She smiled as best she could considering her mental state and headed for her car.

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Detective Dan Moreno eyed the last page of the latest coroners report,

snorted in disgust and tossed the report on his desk.

Senior Detective Bob Eckols noticed Dan's seeming funkish attitude. He popped another cherry creme filled donut into his mouth before asking with a smirk, "What's up Dan? Dead men telling no tales?"

Moreno eyed Bob "The Slob' Eckols and managed to hide his disgust as "The Slob' stuck yet another donut into his gaping maul. How the guy managed to pass the yearly physical was impossible to say as he looked like he weighed a solid 300 pounds, and a major portion of that hung over his belt. Yep, Bob was a solid 6 foot 300 pound plus donut. "Yea, their telling tales all right, it's just I'm not understanding their language."

He pointed at the four reports and pretended not to notice another donut entering Bob Slob's gullet. "Four cases Bob, all of "em so similar it add up to a trend, and a sick one. Sickest I've ever seen." While Bob wiped the sugar crumbs from his suit he continued. "If I was you Bob, I'd read up on these cases, maybe it would encourage you to lose that donut factory your carrying around."

Bob glanced up from his studious observation of the last tempting donut in the box, "What the fuck that supposed to mean? I ain't fat, I just got big bones."

Yea, right, whatever." Bob was a good damn detective, just as long as there wasn't a pastry between him and any casework. "Well, all four guys this dame, and we know it's a dame for sure now, was porking with all have quite a bit in common." He pointedly stared at Bob's ponderous gut. "Lets just say if she runs across you she probably would find yah irresistible." Moreno didn't laugh much on the job but he needed the break and chuckled.

"Oh she would eh? Well I'll keep a lookout for wenches making the move on me then. If some cute looker comes walking up to me and starts rubbing my work of art," he slapped his generous gut. "Starts cooing words of love and passion to me, I'll tell her to fuck off. Thanks for the heads up buddy."

That got some chuckles from a few of the other detectives in the office. Moreno grinned. "Yea, no problem Bob. I know it puts a crimp in your love life, maybe you should start hiding in a gym for a few months just to be on the safe side!"

"Shit, okay, lay off. What else you got other than this dame likes hunky dough boys like me? Anything worthwhile?" Least Bob seemed interested now.

"Well, that's one thing in common, got some other strange parallels in all of the cases. All these guys have a track record with the law. I'd say all of these guys were what I call bad boys. Two of "em served time for rape, one of the toads was a two time loser child molester, and this last guy had a thing for beating his wife whenever he got good and drunk. The last time he beat her up, bout four years ago, he almost killed her. Funny thing his old lady refused to press charges but the state wouldn't let him get away with it. Bitch of it is, I contacted her the other day and she was all broke up about his death, you know they was together again and the silly cow was letting him beat on her again? Broad had bruises all over her face man."

"Yea, Yea, your rambling again Moreno. Shit, stick to the facts son. What we got on this Jane Doe fuck of death?"

"Well, not much. Coroner said the DNA report shows no doubt it's a female, and one that seems to have, now get this, you won't believe it. Coroner said they found pubic hairs on all four of the dead men. In two of the cases the pubic hair was blonde, in the third case it was a nice shade of burgundy red, and in the last case they found screaming black."

"So, she likes to dye her hair, and often, that's interesting."

Moreno shook his head. "Nope, coroner said the hair coloring was real in each case."

Bob decided the last donut couldn't be allowed to dry out in the cool office air and he better save it before it became stale. "Well, the coroner is full of shit as usual then. No way it's the same dame."

"Well, according to these reports they did DNA on pubic hairs at each scene and they all come back a match. Every single one is the same broad."

Bob shook his head hard enough to cause his chin dewlap to jiggle in counter tempo. "Great, we'll issue a APB for a Jane Doe with rainbow hair. I'll contact the art department and have them find a picture of that super bowl guy that used to have that rainbow afro and carried that John 3:18 poster around. Hey, who knows. Maybe its the same guy."

"Bob, I think that was John 3:14 on that guys sign."

"Just checking to see if your paying attention Moreno."

Moreno grinned, "Yeah, right. Well if it is a guy, he's sure got a juicy cunt on him." Luckily there were no women in the office so a guy could get away with a remark like that. "Our Jane Doe is a major cummer, each case was the same. Woman jism soaked into the bed sheets like some sort of nirvana flood."

Christ on a crutch, Moreno. Now quit talking dirty cause your getting me worked up. What else we got that's solid?"

"Well, coroner said all four seemed to have died from same "unknown' cause and all four had the same physical deterioration. All four were severely dehydrated at the time of death and had "cellular collapse'."

"What the fuck is that? Cellular collapse? Sounds like our coroner is getting drunk and making shit up again." Bob belched a after donut surprise for the office's secretary as she passed by the door.

Moreno shook his head. "I don't think so. I saw those bodies, something strange happened to those guys. You seen the pics? Their skin was all dried out and wrinkled looking, kind of like one of those cheap mummies you see in the movies. Coroner told me he was calling some federal agency to help him with the cases. One of those hush mouth outfits, more than likely, they won't be of any help to us if that's the case."

He began to put the folders together. Whoever the mystery woman was associated with the strange deaths she appeared to have stopped, least for the time being, as no new similar deaths had been reported for the past three weeks. Or perhaps she had moved to greener pastures. Short of catching this unknown suspect in the act they were up shit creek, unless they were lucky enough to have someone tip them off. In cases like this that was about all the chance the police had. Moreno sighed and got to work on the line the departments public relations could use to feed the local media machine. Needless to say none of the details they had so far would be mentioned.

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Finders Keepers

By Soltan Bey

April 29, 1998

The Initiation.

Elaine pulled her sensible sports vehicle out into the fast lane on the freeway and headed for her apartment. It was one of the older model SUV's (Sports Utility Vehicle), made before the liberal US Congress had outlawed their sale and manufacture in the USA. For some reason they decided it wasn't fair that other people who drove tiny tin can cars be subjected to the big mean SUV vehicles. Elaine loved her SUV, as it was easy to get in and out of. Also it had the leg room she needed, being a tall leggy woman, just a teeny smidgen shy of 6 feet tall.

It was late, almost 2 AM and she was tired. It had been a long day. The last 8 hours of the day had been the longest, to say the least. She listened to her favorite "classical' rock station and concentrated on staying awake till she got home. She sighed with relief. Spending the last 8 hours of the day with Susan had been grueling, she was glad it was over though she felt somewhat disappointed.

To say Elaine was disappointed was somewhat of a understatement. After all, being elevated from novice to third ring should be something special, right? She had expected some sort of fancy ceremony, smoke, bells, pomp and circumstance, all the trappings of celebration worthy of her ascension. But no, her initiation to the third ring in Clan Elantra consisted of nothing more than a 6 hour interview and almost 2 hours worth of instructions from Susan. The interview had been grueling and one thought of the expression "anal exam' as the best term to use to describe it.

Elaine bit back a sulky sniffle. At least she would have a new ring and pendant to wear, and that would be the only outward sign of her new station in life. Something to signify her rank to other clan members. Traditionally the clan didn't wear identifying jewelry, except when attending special events, or when meeting a clan member for the first time, but after the interview Susan had said it would become important to wear the jewelry more often as the Clan would

soon begin some major recruitment efforts.

At that thought Elaine's sulky thoughts brightened, as part of Susan's instructions to her had been to keep a sharp eye out for possible candidates and file reports when she identified such. Now that she was a Third Ring clan member recruitment would be among her new responsibilities. Of course there was one other instruction that more than made up for the lack of fancy ceremony and that was that she was to go to the island resort, possibly by the end of the coming week along with Doctor Felicia Clark. Something about a new body conditioning and improvement process study she was to participate in. The details were in the locked briefcase Susan had given her after the interview. It sounded exciting!

"Papal spawn!", she cursed and slapped the steering wheel, as some moron cut in front of her and caused her to miss the exit she wanted to take. Now she would have to drive a whole extra mile. "Lucky for that idiot I'm not a real witch or I'd turn him into a limp dick for life!"

At the last utterance she grinned, as it caused her to think of the

last man she had. "Shit! Its been almost an entire year!" She muttered

to herself as she continued down the freeway to the next exit. As one of the many tests she had undergone it had been perhaps the most difficult, going without men. It sucked! Tumbling with another woman was fun and better in some ways, but it lacked something! That certain something extra Elaine sorely missed and that made putting up with a mans bullshit worthwhile. Well, depending on the guy's other attributes anyway.

She grinned again. Maybe she would look up her last male lover for a celebration of sorts. Tom would be perfect! As soon as the grin was on her face it was replaced with a frown when she recalled the breakup with him. He didn't understand why she had dropped him cold turkey, and he had taken it badly.

No doubt he had found greener pastures by now. She sighed again. A guy like Tom surely would have, she was sure. So handsome and that hard tight little ass, he could have any woman he wanted.

She missed banging men, especially a sweet caring guy like Tom had been. "Sweet Tom." She reminisced for a few moments. Guys like Tom were damn hard to come by. "Sweet Tom, hung like a horse." She sang and sighed yet again. One thing she missed indeed was the feel of a live throbbing big cock inside her and among Tom's other favorable attributes he had an absolutely huge cock.

But, sadly, she had a commitment during her novice trial, and part of that was giving up something she loved. She remembered the day she had been informed by her coven teacher that she would have to forswear all sexual contact with men until she was informed otherwise. It was the day she almost decided to quit the coven.

But those days were no longer! After the lengthy interview with Susan, Susan informed her she was no longer under that restriction! Joy! Joy! Hallelujah! She pounded the steering wheel in celebration, forgetting that that last expression was frowned on by the coven bylaws. Screw it! She was happy!

Elaine could go back to her old bisexual happy self if she wanted to, with the caveat she do so with monogamy in mind, if at all possible. The Elantra coven frowned strongly on free swinging sex with males, and any partner she picked would have to be medically passed by one of the coven doctors. Of course the same thing went with non coven member female lovers. That kind of put a crimp on things man wise. She sighed again. "Like how many hung like a horse guys can a girl find on a first date?" She lamented with great woe.

Especially ones that would be willing to be examined by a doctor before she banged them. Even more especially ones that could maintain a rock hard monster erection like Tom could. She had met other guys with cocks almost as big but they never got really hard as their cocks were just to damn big. Tom didn't have that problem, he was a one in ten million guy. She sighed and wiped a tear of half joy and half remembered sorrow from her eye.

"Yea, like sure, "Hey babe, fill out these forms and see this doctor so

and so, I'll get in touch with you if you pass the health exam. Call me soon. "Yea right!" She was to tired to care if anyone could see her talking to herself, course they couldn't cause it was to dark.

Back at her apartment she tossed the locked briefcase Susan had given her on the sofa. She decided to take a shower, then maybe gloss some of the paperwork in the briefcase before heading to the sack. Then she remembered Susan instructing her that she had to destroy the papers immediately after reading them. The hell with that, right now all she wanted was a shower and bed.

Perhaps the shower was a mistake, as it refreshed her so much she forgot how tired she was, that and having time to reflect on the interview with Susan. During the interview she couldn't help but notice how different Susan had appeared than the last time she had seen her, more than a year ago. It excited Elaine when she thought of what Susan had said, that a new process had been discovered and that all third ring and above Elantra clan members could partake in it, in fact were expected to. A sort of extended benefits package for higher

level clan members. Elaine certainly wanted to partake of whatever Susan had partaken in as the results were fantastic.

Toward the end of the instruction phase of the interview, after Susan had informed Elaine of things she had not been privy to while a novice, Susan partially disrobed and showed off the result "in progress' of the new discovery. Even though Elaine's eyes could see the truth of Susan's word it was hard to believe she had put on 35 pounds of muscle on in one short month.

Yes, it was not only the shower waking Elaine up but heady sexual arousal. All that muscle, Susan looked so powerful, and those incredible breasts! Elaine felt a blush of envy as she dried herself off. Goddess, to have a set of firm big high rising rounded tits like Susan had, Elaine would kill for them.

"Not that I'm some flea bag slouch." Elaine said with presumptive pride to her posing reflection in the mirror. She was in reasonably firm shape for a 26 year old, or so she thought until just a few hours ago anyway. In comparison to the new Susan she was a slouch, well, a skinny weakling anyway. Smallish pert, but beginning to sag slightly breasts, and a lean body but no muscle to speak of.

Course she was a good bit taller than Susan, come to think of it she

just realized Susan had been quite a short woman when she first met her. It dawned on her that the process must also be allow growth vertically as well! Susan must have grown a couple inches or more.

Until she had seen Susan's new body and how incredibly erotic a well muscled woman is, she hadn't thought much of trying to do the same for herself. Oh, sure she had seen women in those magazines on occasion but somehow they seemed kind of gross. But the way Susan was muscled now, made her curves accented, it -was- sexy! Super sexy! But still, she would never had considered trying to get that way on her own, it took too much time, many hours of work per week and years to develop a physique like that. She simply didn't have the time to do that.

She plopped down on her bed. Susan had told her what sounded impossible, not to mention ridiculous, that the new discovery meant any woman could develop herself in like fashion in a veritable flash of time, months rather than years and years of work. And the maintenance of the new body would be "low upkeep'. That sounded like total horse twaddle, but Elaine knew better than to accuse Susan of being a liar.

She debated on how tired she was, should she go out and read the paperwork Susan had told her to read, the paperwork that was supposed to bring her up to speed on this Andra-Alexandra woman and the details on what the clan knew so far and what tentative plans they had made, or should she relax with one of her toys and go to sleep?

Elaine decided she better have a clear head when she read that paperwork, it was a lot to wade through and would probably take her most of the day tomorrow to read it all. She thought about Tom and his huge fucking cock instead. That mixed with the memory of how hot Susan's body was and that she herself might actually achieve like results had her rummaging through her toy collection.

"Thank the Goddess for silicon and latex. With no man around to keep me happy for the past year I'd be lost without thee." She giggled and found the one she was looking for. It was her favorite stress buster. Something most sensible toy enjoying women would regard as a pure novelty item. But to Elaine it was the perfect implement for ironing the wrinkles out. It wasn't her fault the rest of womankind was built for normal sized men.

Elaine had always been different in that area. Her vagina was enormous, it always had been. If she ever had a baby it would be a piece of cake, probably would fall out. She remembered the first time she went to a gynecologist, in her mid teens, the doctors expression was a thing to remember, how his eyes bulged out and his mouth hung open in disbelief. How he told her it might be somewhat difficult for her to get pregnant since her cervix was a good 9 inches or more buried in that deep vaginal cave. Deep hole or not, he made sure she understood how to use modern techniques, chemicals, and hardware to avoid pregnancy.

Course, that was back then, and she didn't stop growing till she was past 18 years of age, and her joy box just grew along with the rest of her! By the time she was in her mid twenties she started pushing the "umbrella' to the limit for grins and for entertainment, thereby increasing the depth of her vast lush cavern even more as she used larger and larger dildos with each passing season. She used to joke with Tom that her cervix must have developed calluses as hers wasn't as sensitive as most other women. In fact she found the sensation of something bumping into her cervix pleasurable and the resultant orgasm's were different somehow than purely clitoral ones.

So, the dildo she was looking at was standard operating equipment for her self gratification. Anything less simply wouldn't do and was less than satisfying.

"Big Dan, I christen thee "Big Tom, I Wish'," she cackled. Tom had never been -this- big, no man was. least ways none that she had met yet. She broke out a tube of water soluble lubricant and greased the entire length of the 13 inch long by nearly 3 inch thick dildo and attached it to a custom made "humping horse' she liked to use, especially when she was showing off for special friends or the camera. The humping horse was really a kind of long and low ottoman, it was long enough to support her upper torso and had was padded with a comfortable soft fabric.

Somewhere along the line she had become quite a exhibitionist and enjoyed showing off for select individuals, and at the occasional wild party. However for the past year she had been showing off for a far vaster audience, via the internet. She set up her camera and got to work. It was great to be able to kill several birds with one stone, relax, entertain others , and make extra cash for herself and clan Elantra.

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Scene: At an apartment in another state sometime during the next night:

Steven Wilkens had just finished taking a shower after coming home from his second job, a part time burger flipper at a nearby Jack in the Crack restaurant. During the day he worked two other part time jobs and juggled his freshman college courses in with them. Since it was Saturday night he had time to relax as tomorrow he had the day off.

He plopped down in front of his PC and looked over at his roomy,

who was already dinking with his puter. "Hey Dave, want to do a game

of Red Alert tonight?" Red Alert was one of the networking games the

two guys enjoyed. It was great being able to save on rent and have a

bud that liked playing networked computer games. He thought of the

phrase , "Like the life of Riley' , but he didn't have a clue as to

what that was in reference to.

"Nah, I got a date coming by in a hour or so. Some chick my sister set me up with."

"Cool, whatever." Steven shrugged. "I'll just check out my favorite web site, it's about that time of the month!"

Dave looked up from his PC and grinned. "Shit man, like how many gigs of her you got on your hard drive already? Can't yea just save some bucks and watch the stuff you got on local?"

Steven shrugged, "Just a couple of gigs, hey it's only 30 dollars a pop to see her new stuff each month. Cheap thrills man, way less than you'll spend on your date tonight."

"Heh, well, you get what you pay for buddy." Dave chortled.

Steven ignored the remark and logged into the web site. In a few seconds it loaded and his eyes lit up. "Hell yea! She's got a new vid online!" It only took a few moments for him to have his strained credit card billed and he was soon downloading the vid. He always saved to local disk before viewing. "Good thing we live in a area with cable modems, this months vid is a whopper! 150 megs!" He watched the data rate on their shared connection, wouldn't take very long at 80 kilo bits per second.

By the time he made a snack and grabbed a beer the vid was in and ready to view. "Shit Dave, you gotta see this, she's slamming that fucking monster dong like a pile driver on nitro!"

Dave shook his head and took a few moments to watch. It really wasn't his cup of tea. "I see she still wears that goofy looking opera mask, wonder who she is?"

Steven didn't reply he was far too enthralled with the tight in video shot of one incredible cunt soaking in an entire 13 inches of silicon dildo meat. The image was burned into his mind as she swiveled her hips up and down its entire length with gathering speed. What flipped him out was how she would sometimes slam fuck that custom made fucking couch, or whatever it was. Slamming that monster fucking dong into her hole like it was nothing, to the fucking hilt! "Man, I bet she'd leave some hip bone bruises on a guy, huh?"

Dave glanced down at his roomy, guy seemed to almost drool each time he watched this sick bitch. "Yea, she probably would, being she's so damn skinny. Too damn skinny for my tastes, nothing but bones and skin. Probably ugly as a dog too, bet that's why she wears that mask."

Steven shook his head. "I dunno, prob cause she don't want anyone to know who she is." As a serious fan he had tried to track her down, but with little luck. When she answered email was usually a form response, though sometimes she did respond personally. One thing he did know, after doing some snooping with traceroute was that her net domain was a subnet of the domain elantra.net. Whatever elantra.net was, it was big as they had an entire Class C net domain listed. Wonder Dildo Woman's URL was a no name IP number only, as it had no domain name.

One of these days he hoped to find out who she was. One of these

days he was gonna marry that woman. He didn't tell Dave, but he

worshiped her.

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To be continued-.Same Bat Channel - - -