Series Originator Note: I had always admired Gwen's work and enjoyed that her approach and mine to stories were so different, yet we had a good time discussing them. She was a beta reader on the main story and found herself caught up in the fun, creating a new character loosely based on a phrase she was working on in other stories, "Swishbuckler" . The Lafey family was so different that just kicking it around was a source of great amusement and I believe it will be the source of some interesting fiction in the future. More note at the end of the story.

One point. This kind of fiction generates a challenge to a writer on simple things like pronouns, which while humble little things, greatly affect how a reader images a sentence. Writers tend to do it differently and after some thought, I will always defer to the ( I think) sane decision to let a writer paint the picture they want. To do otherwise makes me feel likeI am tapping on Michaelangelo's shoulder on the scaffold in the chapel and letting him know that there is a sale on deck varnish if he could just work it in somehow. So the story below uses what I will call 'the appearance case" of pronouns, and it paints the picture using it.

Please enjoy French Roast, it was a barrel of monkeys to watch being written. –Tyrone Slothrop

 

Gwen Lavyril's French Roast - Paris Team

Slothrop's "I Can See For Miles"

By Gwen Lavyril

 

October 20^th

It is an unusually warm and lovely Fall day. Even Paris smells rather nice. The sun is brilliant and Angel sits at the appointed cafe table sipping strong Parisian coffee and pretending to smoke a Galloir. No man passes without taking a glance at those long legs neatly crossed beneath "her" table. They all take pride in knowing that she is a French woman, she must be, look at her! Angel has decided that he hates Paris, at least being a lovely woman in Paris. It might be as bad as Italy, if not it's a close call. What was he thinking when he got dressed. Why a short skirted very fitted suede Armani suit with a deeply cut silk blouse? No hip pads either and his corset created major cleavage as well as enough hip flare for that hellatious skirt. Suede boots with three inch stiletto heels was a real stroke of genius too! Including the suede Gucci shoulder bag and his $200 polarized Oakley's he was wearing about $3000 worth of clothing and that didn't count his lingerie!

 

Gwendolyn Lafey is 45 minutes late and Angel was thankful to have Henri Antoninni as an escort. Angel was never really comfortable dealing with men in his female persona unless they needed killing. He very much disliked displaying any sign of feminine sexuality toward a male and the worst missions were the ones that required flirtations or public displays of feminine interest or affection. Without Henri it would have been 45 minutes of fending off advances for sure.

"I swear Henri, if she doesn't show up in the next five minutes I will give her a cunt personally! I have been sitting here for 45 minutes in this little skirt and these heels just as she demanded! Where the "F" is she!"

"Oh shit boss, Oh god , I hope not .....is that her?"

Angel lowered her custom "Oakleys" and looked down the block.

"Oh Henri, tell me it isn't her, please!"

Angel wasn't used to being unsettled but he had not ever really met Gwendolyn Lafey. She proved to be worse than he ever imagined.

 

A thin tall blonde had appeared walking like Samantha from "Sex In The City", but only half as subtle. She wasn't even trying and yet every man looked at her. Maybe it was her very short, fitted silk jacket dress of pumpkin orange with white lapels to accent the bolero cut that showed all that leg? Or that short little jacket that ended at her slender waist and allowed an unimpeded view of her fine swaying bottom as she moved away? Angel figured you could take your choice

Her own hair was in an upsweep and tightly arranged beneath the large but coordinated hat. She wore campy Hollywood sunglasses and carried a huge patent leather shoulder bag of the same pumpkin color as pumps with 4-inch stiletto's all screaming, "look at me, I am gorgeous!" At least 6'1" she was willowy but shapely and despite her height no one watching her was thinking of a man a she casually made her way along seeming to ignore but clearly basking in the admiration of every male she passed with a pulse.

 

Before her were two massive body guards who to Angels eye were obviously packing some heavy artillery. One poor guy was walking two full sized male poodles done up as only female poodles should be. The other carried Gwendolyn's shopping bags which Angel noted were from all of the best shops on the Rue de Paris. With their feminine bows and rhinestone collars Angel felt compelled to rescue those poor dogs!

"Henri, give me strength, this was supposed to be a quiet meeting! Crap, if she is under cover what happens when she wants to be noticed!"

"Don't know mademoiselle Angel, perhaps only zee pasties and how do you say? Gee string?"

Angel winced as the last few feet Gwen scurried forward with feminine grace opening her arms and squealing with girlish enthusiasm.

"Eeeiiw Angel, sweety, at last we meet! Huggy, huggy!!!"

Angel wanted to gag but knew the drill and did a perfect girly greeting hug to find that Gwendolyn was not as soft as she looked. Gwendolyn prattled on as she seated herself and neatly crosses her legs not seeming to mind that her skirt was now like a small sliver of setting sun disappearing over the white sandy beach of her thighs. Still nothing was to be seen except 4 feet of leg that only suggested that they ended in a slice of pumpkin pie.

"Now don't get butch on me I felt that extra little squeeze Angel honey! Boys, please take Muffy and Fluffy down to the park for an hour or so and Oh, don't let them get all dirty like last time?"

"Yes Maam!"

Angel looks at Henri mouthing silently "Muffy and Fluffy?" who just shrugs and asks the ladies if he might be excused.

As Gwendolyn settled in and the eager waiter arrived to take her order Angel took several deep breath's and pulled out his compact pretending to fix his impeccable appearance. Once her wine arrived Gwendolyn sat back folding her hands in her lap.

"Angel, I know you think me a complete ditz. I assure you that I am not. What brings you to my territory?"

Angel recognized the eyes now. Angel knew that hers had that same effect on people and looked back into them. One abyss into another? Angel smiled with a sweet affability that Gwen did not believe for a moment saying,

"Well , I guess the eyes have it? Let us move on from scaring each other to the business?"

Initially Angel had some concerns that Gwen wasn't as straight as she was reputed to be as she leaned forward and placed her rather too soft hand upon Angels but Angel was secure enough not to pull away and just smiled sweetly.

"Angel we are being watched so I suggest that we now become the 'lovely ladies who lunch'."

Angel immediately spotted the two as he casually turned pretending to signal the waiter. They looked rather like bumblers and hardly subtle. Angle turned back and placed his hand upon Gwens.

"Of course darling how nice to finally meet you, and that dress is stunning on you, very easy to follow no doubt."

"Angel darling this is my neighborhood and I wanted this meeting to be seen. You are in no danger my lovely new friend. So, tell me your story."

Angel and Gwen talked for more than an hour. Two giddy women all full of gestures little smootchies, whispers and little pats. Gwen admired Angels acting talents then. It must be very difficult to tell such a disgusting tale and describe a complicated plan all the while seeming a lovely young woman chatting with a girlfriend. Perhaps it was the dichotomy between the content and the medium of its delivery that made the whole "PleasureJac" enterprise seem so horrific? Gwen wasn't sure but by the end of the telling Gwen was quite sure that she and her minions would be paying a visit to the local franchise the evening of October 31^st at 3 am.

"So, that is the gist of it. It boils down to simultaneous strikes at their franchises around the world on the 31^st. The objective is first and foremost to rescue the "performers" any other embellishments are strictly up to you, darling. All we know is the name of the franchisee, an expatriated Russian thug named 'Foukuppe'. We know the franchise is in Paris but not exactly where. We know there are three performers being held. A boy, and we think a girl, we are not sure but are hopeful "she" is not a boy from what we can see. So, there you have it. Any interest?"

Gwen hardly smoked but this called for a cigarette and some more wine.

"I know Foukuppe . He has other more traditional interests that I am more familiar with on the western edge of the city, Bois de Boulogne in particular. If you know Paris you know that is where the heavy sex trade is now. Funny it has some of the richest neighborhoods in the city too and any one of those places would make a very nice franchise location. It is so upscale the police get paid nicely to not imagine anything sordid could happen there. Last year we took out a few pimps who were getting rather nasty to the girls. Odd, Foukuppe isn't bright enough to see what PleasureJac represents on any level. Those are his goons watching us now. No, this must be Ferrand's idea. He is the brains really and the financial guy and a fair cock sucker too in my lady-like opinion. Foukuppe is mostly just a pig with a lot of muscle and money. What do I do with these uh, "performers" once I have them out?"

Angel liked Gwen's confidence but found it hard to keep a straight face as Gwen's almost campy feminine effervescence was borderline embarrassing. None the less "Gwennie" as she called herself seemed to know what was going on and more than willing to participate.

As they stood and hugged exchanging womanly busses upon the cheek Angel asked, "So we can count on you and your uhhh group?"

"Absolutely darling, and that suit is absolutely stunning on you, I feel positively dowdy in this horrid old rag of a thing! Oh boys, bring the puppies it is time to go! Now I must insist that you come with me back to the chateau and meet mummy and my sister Elise."

"Well, sweety that is really gracious of you...."

"Darling I insist, I can see at least six of "Fuckup's" men and while they won't dare come near Gwendolyn Lafey no one knows you from eve! I couldn't forgiv myself if something happened so, call your boyfriend now and please come along, mummy and Elise will adore you! They adore all my girlfriends!"

Angel rolled his eyes and wanted to strangle her. Boyfriend? How could a male be like that? Angel motioned to Henri and strode off on his arm trying to salvage a bit of dignity as every male within earshot of their parting had turned and eyed them. The smiles all said the same thing, "look at those two, beautiful, rich and only smart enough to be good for one thing!"

"Monsieur Foukuppe, I assure you that they are totally incapable of being a problem. They are nothing but two silly women having lunch, it was mostly hugging and kissing. Perhaps later we might have a bit of fun? Gwendolyn Lafey cannot possibly be what our informer suggested. She is just a spoiled rich girl. A man? Sacre Bleu rediculous, I assure you!"

"Ah, I am much relieved ....hmm but Ferrand is convinced it is a ploy. We will invite her and perhaps some friends to Ferrand's masked ball on the 31^st, at his mans in the Bois de Boulogne, oui? Perhaps we can make of them a bit of entertainment while they are at the franchise before we dispatch them? No harm in making a bit for the enterprise, eh? Perhaps a rape and snuff film? I am sure mademoiselle Gwendolyn will be very popular with the audience, vie all enjoy watching a highborn bitch suck and fuck eh?"

"Tres droll Monsieur Foukuppe! Tres droll!

Two hours later at Chateau Lefay Angel and Gwen climb out of the back seat of the massive Renault limousine. This was not your average house in the country. After two hours of nonstop Gwen, it was dawning on Angel that Gwen really does not have what he would consider a boy mode. Angel came to what he considered a very sad realization. Gwen did not know anything but feminine. His legal name is Gwendolyn Antoinette Lafey and yes his monogrammed luggage, hankies and sweaters all spell GAL.

"Elise still thinks mother was terribly clever to name me as she did. Mon Dieu! You will like Elise she is very much fun and we are very close."

Angel wondered what was in store as he followed along with Henri into the massive stone edifice that was the gate to the main entrance. As they made their way up the long stone walk the main door flew open and out ran a tallish young woman in expensive leather slacks and a tank top. She had long brown hair like him but Angel had to admit she was prettier. She was clearly running to them and in high spirits.

If one can be scolded merrily then that was what she did.

"Gwendolyn Antoinette, you evil girl not calling from the car! You know better and mother will have something to say too! Look at the time, did you forget the Ambassador's dinner and dance? Mother promised his son you would be there, you know you have to do these things just to keep up appearances! Really, we can't have people thinking my little sister is a lesbian or unpopular! Oh my, who is your lovely little friend and her gentlemen?"

Angel knew how a mouse felt when it landed and came face to face with a cat. Clearly Elise found Gwen and her "little friends" amusing and lovable but not to be taken too seriously merely taken to bed and enjoyed. Elise was unabashed in giving Angel the once over as if Angel surely was used to being considered eye candy. It was also obvious that Elise did not know what to make of Henri or what he implied about Angel.

"Oh, Elise this is my dear new friend Angel isn't she adorable. This handsome gentleman is her uh, friend Henri."

"Yes, Mademoiselle, Angel and I are merely friends I play her escort, as a lovely woman yourself you know how the Parisian men can be with an unescorted beauty such as she is."

Angel made a mental not to give Henri a very large tip as Elise seemed quite pleased by that information and began tugging "Gwennie" into the house while they followed.

"You must hurry Gwen you have to leave by 7:00 for the Ambassadors affair. I will give over my invitation to your lovely friend and you girls can break men's hearts all evening, won't that be fun?"

"Oh Elise, how consummately sweet of you, oh thank you so much. Angel! Won't it be fun?"

Angel looked at Henri who merely turned away. Henri was clearly chuckling.

"Elise, that is very sweet of you but, I mean I really couldn't. I mean I have nothing to wear it is really not possible you see?"

"Oh nonsense, honey I have closets of gowns and I bet I could squeeze you into most of them too from the looks of you. How tall are you, 5' 7" ? Perfect."

Henri was then taken off for cocktails and some caviar to graciously entertain him while Elise marched the girls upstairs and called for assistance.

Two hours later Angel doesn't know what to think of his gown as he awaits Gwen and chats with Elise who has him at a vanity and is enjoying herself with his luxurious brown hair.

Elise is amused. "With a name like Angel I just couldn't resist honey. You look divine in it. I hope the corseting is endurable."

"Divine?"

"Oh dear that is a horrid joke, please forgive me!"

Elise is quite astounded that Angel spends time as a male and Angel is equally amazed that Gwen while sexually male essentially has no male appearance.

"He is just Gwen. Mother sees no utility at all in putting up with boorish masculine behavior or societal expectations for what a male must wear and how one should behave. She just feels that the feminine model for dress and behavior is far superior and serves equally well for both sexes. We don't deny what his sex is we just deny it has any relevance to his dress and behavior.

"And don't look so aghast our little Gwennie is perfectly happy now that she has her hobby. You don't happen to know what that might be do you? Mother and I worry when she disappears like that ."

Angel, trying to decide if he could really breathe, just shook his head no. He had the distinct feeling that Elise was just feeling him out and knew exactly what Gwen did for a hobby.

"Elise may I ask you something?"

"Is Gwen, well oh hell, does Gwen sleep with men?"

"Angel where did you get that idea? Mother did not raise him to sleep with men, really darling, I mean do you?"

"Well, it's, no I don't but, if that is what someone wants I don't care really."

"Well, she flirts, and flaunts and well she is such a girl all of the time I can see why you might wonder but it's just him. Mummy raised him very properly for his future."

"Well you know Angel precious if you would flirt and flaunt at least some you would be a lot more fun and it wouldn't be a crime if you liked it either, doll face!"

Elise got serious then as Angel struggled to imagine himself doing a Gwendolyn Lafey down a busy street for absolutely no reason other than the thrill of being ogled!

"Angel, Gwen has had some tough times. Can you keep a secret?"

"Oh yes, surely."

"Gwen did not know that "she" was a he until age 15 when she finally figured it all out thanks to some less than discrete servants who are no longer with us. She hated the idea that she wasn't a real girl and fought bitterly with mother to have herself changed completely but mother refused of course."

"Of course? I don't understand after what she did to him? I mean how she raised him?"

"How about we do you in an upsweep, something elegant and regal with some diamond covered combs perhaps to keep it all together? I hope you don't mind I am just in the mood to have some fun with a lovely boy like you. I bet some clever lady already has you doesn't she?"

Angel nodded sheepishly. "I rather like my hair casual Elise, if that is ok?"

"Of course sweetie, you Americans are all casual I suppose. What about something of a flirty girl next door look?"

Angel was not sure what that look was nor had he considered himself a woman's possession. He wondered if that was what Elise really meant. Surely there was more to Lafey relationships than just that?

He had never met a woman like Elise. Her calm and self assured sexual initiative with him was a bit unnerving as was her gentle care with his hair, as if she knew how important it was to him. Her touch was full of fondness, even tenderness and she was going to great pains not to tug or discomfort him in anyway. He felt delicate and cared for and her whole persona was making him a bit weak in the knees. Elise continued her telling of the "secret."

"That is just it Angel, mother saw no shame in his appearance or his behavior. She was not a fool and did not advertise his circumstances and knew he would need to be able to take care of himself. He has had training for many many years by the best martial arts masters money can buy. Gwen loved it and is a devoted student. I suppose it was a release that mother knew would pay double dividends. I have no idea how good he really is. It's so hard to imagine him hurting a fly, really! The teachers say nothing. As with everything he is taught as a female would be, so the emphasis is on speed, grace, agility and surprise. That was enough for a few years."

 

"When Gwen was 17 I introduced him to lovely school girl friend with whom Gwen fell madly in love. Sarah was a wonderful person and found Gwen the perfect solution to her bisexuality. They became ardent lovers and she adored Gwen's sincere emotional femininity and male anatomy not to mention that all his little surgeries had made him gorgeous. I believe that if she had lived mother would have given Gwen up to her."

"She died? Oh my god, how?"

"She was raped murdered and mutilated in NYC by a lunatic on a visit to her parents there when Gwen was 19. We went to the funeral and I never saw anyone suffer more than my poor brother. Sarah's parents of course thought Gwen to be Sarah's lesbian lover of whom she had evidently spoken often. They welcomed her and myself warmly. Those poor people. I still remember when we watched that worthless sack of excrement gleefully leave the courthouse out on bail. Some dimwitted bleeding heart judge was actually convinced by that shit lawyer that his poor client was the victim of a witch hunt because of his previous arrests for sexual assault. Of course the poor guy just found Sarah's credit cards. I will never forget that expression as he listened to that news cast. I hope to god I never meet anyone one with an expression like that on his or her face."

Angel shuddered and lowered his gaze from the vanity mirror.

"God, Elise what happened, how did he cope with that?"

"Oh Angel, you poor thing I am frightening you with this story - what was I thinking you're shaking!"

Elise held Angel about his shoulders and spoke soothingly and reassuringly as if to a frightened little girl. There was no disdain or reprimand in her voice, that sort of behavior was expected of the Lafey males and handled with gentle concern by their stronger female counterparts. Again Angel merely felt safe and cared for. Only Carolyn had made him feel that way to date.

He surprised himself by feeling genuinely grateful for the attention and concern and managed to get out an awkward and flustered thank you that Elise found both telling and sad.

"Thank you Elise, I feel much better, uh...please go on. I am fine really, not a sissy bone in this lovely body.."

"Oh honey, I don't think that you are a sissy, you are sweet, beautiful and kind, just what I want in a man, thank you!"

Elise smiled a provocative smile and continued.

"Well the most amazing thing happened. Two days later this sleaze bag was found in the same alley as Sarah. His testicles and voice box crushed, his eardrums ruptured and his eyes literally gouged out. Someone evidently called 911 in time to save his worthless life, not a favor by all accounts. After that Gwen seemed to feel better about things, not happy, but seeming to feel maybe there was justice in the world."

Angel shivered but had to ask as nonchalantly as he could.

"Anything happen to the lawyer?"

"Isn't it funny you should ask. Yes the day before we were to return home he turned up in a sleazy hotel dead. What made the news was the fact that he was dressed like a prostitute in this ridiculous lingerie and silly makeup. His heart had been stopped by a single blow to his chest, evidently. They found a piece of stationary under the bed from the idiot judge's office who had let the guy go. The prosecutor's office and the press had a field day with his honor, who resigned even though nothing could be proven. "

"What did Gwen say?"

"Oh, he was so sweet. I could tell it all horrified him but he tried to be brave. Gwen is such a sweet boy, really special , mother certainly raised him right, didn't she? I will take good care of him until the right woman comes along, don't you worry Angel."

"Yes, I guess she did?" I am sure he will need that. He is very lucky to have you Elise."

"Oh, Angel you are just as sweet as he is aren't you?"

"I guess," Angel said softly while accepting a gentle kiss upon his powdered cheek. Elise was evidently satisfied then and left briefly to return with Angel's heels. The heels were of the same white satin cover as his gown and the very worst sort of feminine foot wear. He would never choose shoes like that or on fact the gown he was wearing. When Elise handed over the shoes he could tell she was very interested in his reaction. They had 4-inch heels and the foot was held in place by nothing but a single broad gem encrusted satin band across the instep. She watched with amusement as he slipped them on and took his first tentative steps. The shoes were nothing but show, intended only for mincing about a party a little but not much more.

"You know in that dress and those shoes you remind me of ...I know Carrie Bradshaw....I mean Sarah Jessica Parker! Oh my gad you two are going to be Carrie and Samantha, I just know it! This is hysterical, I have to get Gwen and see. Stay put be right back."

"Like I am going to run off in these?"

Angel played it cool but Elise's remark thrilled him. He was tempted to tell Elise that he really enjoyed pretending to be Carrie Bradshaw sometimes but still did not know Elise well enough to realize that she wouldn't laugh at that notion. He decided to hold off and maybe mention it the next day, if ever.

Gwen swept into the vanity area of the massive guest room with Elise gleefully surprising Angel by fastening a tiara in the soft innocent hairstyle Elise had given him to wear that evening.

Gwen then covered her mouth and began to giggle a reaction Angel had expected but still found annoying.

"My you must be an Angel?" Hehee.

"It was your dear sister's idea honey, so just.."

"Oh, please don't be mad honey, with that name you have to be in white and so innocent. I couldn't resist."

Angel had to admit it was funny and managed to allow a smile. Once again he and Gwen seemed "yin and yang." A tall blonde in a black strapless gown with huge red roses is not planning to be a wall flower, Angel knew that much!

When Elise handed Angel his little evening bag she smiled. Angel could feel the weight and knew that it was cosmetics only. This was a girls night out.

"Now you girls must say hello to mother, she is down by the pool entertaining Henri and very interested to meet an Angel!"

Angel had to chuckle then. If he was sequestered now in virginal white lingerie beneath "her" divine gown what was the blonde devil incarnate wearing? Angel was sure it was a mix of red and black intended to incinerate the soul of any male who dared to look. It was the first time that Angel noticed that Gwen's nails actually looked deadly. Maybe it was the black clutch bag that had that effect.

Angel shuddered and wondered how Gwen had felt cleaning out eyeball gelatin from beneath them. There were some things that even the hardened Angel did not wish to know. Angel wondered if sweet feminine Gwen was really the first truly terrifying person he had met outside of his own mirror? If she was, she did not carry much baggage, in fact to Angel Gwen seemed to travel light.

"Mummy will be pleased to know that I have a nice boy for a friend, don't you think so Elise? Elise, you didn't?"

"Oh you hush Gwendolyn Antoinette! Mother is not going to approve of you like that!"

"Well, I do have Angel to keep me pure, do I not?"

Angel had not felt so uncomfortable in a long time. The timid virgin was not really his idea of fun but when in Rome...

They swept off to meet "Mere" and Angel was very curious. He was not looking forward to Henri's reaction as Gwen took his hand and tugged him girlishly toward the lavish pool.

"Oh Angel just humor me and be my sweet girlfriend."

Antoinette Lafey was a stunning woman. She was clearly annoyed as she paced about and raged into her cell phone. In he fifties surely she still had the face and figure of a much younger woman. She chugged some bottled water then took a puff of her cigarette, punctuating her listening with such ladylike phrases as "you asshole", you moron", "what do you take me for you incestuous twit?"

Angel was shocked when Gwendolyn stopped their progress. She tried hard to save face but it was obvious as she gathered her skirts that she was terrified to interrupt "mummy".

"Maybe we should wait , I mean mummy seems terribly angry now."

Gwen actually spun about like an angry mare refusing a jump not knowing what to do only what she could not do. Gwen looked plaintively at Elise who only nodded and went forth.

Elise seemed to have no fear and merely tapped "mummy" on her shoulder. When Mummy spun full around glaring her "how dare you" expression Elise just looked at her evenly and smiled. A flick of her head caused "mummy" to look at Gwen and Angel. Antoinette hung up her cell phone and smiled cordially.

Angel did not like this woman, initially. He lifted his gown and stepped forward daintily to introduce himself. Antoinette smiled and ignored the gesture giving her Gwen a motherly hug. Evidently pretty young men did not initiate anything with this wealthy matriarch.

"Now don't you two look special this evening. Gwendolyn dear , who is your lovely friend?"

"You would know by now if you had not forgotten your manners mummy."

"Gwendolyn Antoinette!"

"I am sorry mummy, this is my dear friend Angel."

"Your majesty?" Angel said making a deep curtsy.

Antoinette's eyes narrowed and Gwen gasped. Elise was trying to decide how best to get Angel into bed, and Angel was wondering if he might be over reacting just a tad.

Antoinette' expression then softened.

"Very amusing young man. I suppose a pretty young thing like yourself is used to being indulged and how could you know the nuances of our little family after all? Please, boys join me for a little champagne before you go off to break hearts."

Angel accompanied a rather subdued Gwendolyn to the umbrellaed table and Antoinette and Elise followed. Angel thought that Gwendolyn rather lost her "light" and became something of a little girl around "mummy." Gwen smiled bashfully at Angel when Elise gallantly pulled out Angel's chair. After Angel was comfortably situated she did the same for her brother. Antoinette smiled with approval as Gwen rustled into the seat.

"Mother don't these two boys look absolutely stunning? I dare say the LaFey tradition will be upheld in grand style by these lovely ladies."

Antoinette easily understood Angels surprised look. He had not been called a lady before now.

"Angel darling, it is confusing I am sure. Only a very close circle of confidants knowof our family's..uh tradition, which, by the way, goes back generations. While we are perfectly comfortable with our values we do recognize that we live in a rather ignorant and backward world and that certain appearances need be maintained to ....shall we say, simplify things. The ambassador is now expecting my daughter and her lovely American girl friend in lieu of Elise. My point is that you are believed to be real females and so certain oh shall we say situations may present themselves that you might find disquieting. Gwen knows what is expected of him but perhaps you did not and it would be very unfair to send you to such an affair as lovely as you are without understanding your perceived role."

Angel was not sure if Madam LaFey smirked or not when she said that they would be considered "real females" but Angel was finding being the "weaker sex" just a bit annoying at the moment. Maybe it was the way Elise had dressed him but regardless he felt oddly sitting there demurely accepting his station.

"I appreciate that Madame LaFey, thank you, I think I can handle it though, besides who is going to notice little old me with Samantha there in the room!"

Elise chuckled and Gwen gave a little squeal of annoyance.

"Yes, thank you for reminding me Angel darling. Gwendolyn I do not know what was in your pretty skull when you choose that gown but I do believe you were thinking of the Rue St. Denis! In future and until you show some better judgment you will discuss your fashion plans with either Elise or myself , do you understand?"

"Mummy! Really, I am 23! Rue St. Denis indeed, how absolutely horrid! Elise did you hear what she said I look like a prostitute to her! Really mother, this is an original "Coteau", 20,000 Francs! Besides what do you women know about fashion anyway?"

"Really Mummy, we are late, I just came to say hello and introduce Angel, not be insulted! Good night."

Gwen fled with Angel in tow as the two women chuckled behind them. Gwen did not calm down until they were in the limo. Angel found it rather amusing that Gwendolyn was truly incensed that his choice of dresses had been unfavorably commented upon by "mummy." Fuming and rustling toward the limo in strapless black taffeta Angel had to admit that Gwennie added new meaning to the term "momma's boy."

"I am sorry Angel, I should have known better. Mummy can be so horrid when she is in a foul mood. Thank god for Elise!"

"Gwen, your 'mummy' is just looking out for the family reputation. Maybe she is a little crazy but a nice crazy, not like most!"

"Angel, I am sorry, mummy can just be so .....mummy!"

Angel smoothed his gown and tried to calm down. After a few sips of champagne with neither having eaten for 36 hours the "girls" were soon a little high and began to chat. What made him ask he did not know he already knew the answer.

"You mutilated Sarah's killer didn't you?"

Gwen didn't even pretend to be surprised.

"Yes, he went mad and threw himself down a flight of stairs. Poor baby. I was the last woman he ever saw and before I did his eyes I showed him my 'mangina'! You should have seen the look, he would have screamed if he could have."

Gwen seemed upset and downed the rest of her glass and poured some more. Angel allowed a refill but was feeling the buzz and going to be very careful.

"Angel, you do your thing I do mine. I think Elise was creating a metaphor for us. Look at you down to your little thong you are white and virginal, right? That is how Elise likes her men. Lucky you. Look at me, nothing sweet here, nothing but black lace and red satin for my suitors. We will be challenged to see who attracts the most but my money is on you. Good always triumphs over evil my sweet!"

"Gwen just fuck off, we are on the same team here, ok? Now lets just review the plan."

"Angel, a smile won't crack your pretty face hon..geeze! Oh, here we are, gather your skirts lovely one the party awaits!"

"Gwen, I have to know, are you...gay?"

"No Angel, duty calls I have to be seen with a young man from time to time. Oh, and when we have our little girly smoochies? Don't slip me the tongue ok?"

"Gwendolyn Antoinette!"

 

Franchise location Bois de Boulogne, Paris October 20^th, 11:00 pm.

Nightingale is almost ready to perform.

A wealthy suburb outside of Athens Greece.

Shipping magnate 350 pound Aristy Onnan has his PleasureJac in place and orders up a script for Nightingale. His favorite, "Molesting The Sissy Boy!" A sick uncle catches his nephew dressed in his sisters satin baby doll pajama's pretending to be a girl. In exchange for his silence the boy desperately agrees to perform sexually as a girl for his demented uncle. Aristy thinks that Nightingale is the loveliest creature he has ever seen.

Franchise location Paris October 20^th, 11:02 pm.

Nightingale in his trade mark blue satin baby doll pajama's and with his teddy is let through the first set of bars toward the studio where he will be raped as a young girl. He knows that will then suck dutifully on the PleasureJac for some nameless client who he also knows he will surely live to kill. There is no escape from this fortress of pornography bur he is neither drugged nor abused. He has seen his cell mates one by one crushed by either or both and then disappear.

Nightingale whimpers as the brute reaches beneath his satin top to find his small but evident breasts and laughs as "she" pleads not to be hurt. The budding breasts worry Nightingale but there is no refusing the weekly shot in his posterior.

The expressions of humiliation and pain are very real and Nightingale's own survival device. Go with the flow, you have to survive. Aristy has to close his eyes lest he cum before the real show even starts.

As the show goes on in his own mind Nightingale is squatting behind the plate waiting a very fast "fast" ball. The grass smells so sweet, and the hotdog is so delicious to have while awaiting an at bat. They are always so warm and salty, it must be the steaming that makes them all taste exactly the same? Ned tries to remember how many hotdogs he has enjoyed but can't seem to recall. Perfectly understandable this is a big game and it is all riding on him after all, isn't it.

Nightingale pulls her Teddy close and wonders how many hotdogs she has had. Teary eyed she looks into the camera hugging Teddy and says, "Uncle Jimmy, please no more hot dogs today?"

Nightingale swallows the excretions of the PleasureJac unite in his mouth. Slick and salty like real semen they also give "her" a warm and comfortable feeling for several hours. It worries Nightingale that he is now looking forward to having the "thing" in his mouth and the release its ejaculation provides. After a performance "She" does not mind putting on a pretty dress and playing quietly in her cell with her dolls. When the guards laughingly tell her what a good girl she is she is pleased. It is only like that for a few hours, then rage returns.

"Oh jesus god...ohhhhhhh!" Aristy convulses at the sensation of her getting yet another "hotdog" in her mouth and the shear dark comedy of the scenario.

"Ah, that uncle Jimmy, he knows what a little sissy boy want eh, Ernesto...uh Ernestine?"

Ernesto is a slight 23 year old who has seriously screwed up a simple assignment. He can't answer but wants to scream. He is bound and gagged and dressed quite elaborately as a young girl. Ernesto whimpers as his very own "Uncle Jimmy" begins the foreplay that will lead to many servings of hot dogs for pretty little "Ernestine" who will ultimately welcome the bottom of the harbor.

  

Chateau LaFey October 21^st: 11:00 am.

A sheepish Angel comes down to breakfast with Gwen and both are still in their nighties and robes. On one of the many beautiful terraces they enjoy a fine continental breakfast. They are discussing their thrilling evening at the Ambassador's event. Gwen is enjoying chiding Angel who is truly uncomfortable with Gwen's opinion that Angel is the biggest tease that Gwen has ever seen! At least two hickeys on Angel's neck are visible to Gwen. Angel is obviously unawares and Gwen says nothing as Angel speaks of his masterful handling of the young men at the party.

"Gwen, please someone might hear us. I didn't do anything, they just wouldn't leave me alone nor you either! I mean it's not like anything happened, what? Why are you smirking?"

"Oh, no reason, I am sure you were a perfect lady, mostly. Unlike you I was flirting you were evidently just exuding some sort of feminine pheromone or something?"

"Gwen I don't know it was pretty weird. I mean I have dome missions where a bit of teasing is in order but that never gets out of control. If you hadn't come out to the patio I would have had to...well that Lord, whoever he was, Mr. Eaton and Oxford and all that laddy-da wouldn't take no for an answers so , well what else....oh Gwen stop smirking like that!"

"Oh Angel I am sure that when I found you that was just a very long curtsy you were doing, I mean he is a Lord after all?"

"Gwen, please don't say a word, I didn't know what else to do he was literally begging after we had danced for awhile......"

Elise found them still chatting brightly and had some lunch brought as she joined them.

"Well, my sources tell me that you two ladies were a sensation last night, right up there with the Hilton sisters! Evidently Lord Vance has his minions out to find out who this mysterious Angel is. Goodness dear, you are a virtual Cinderella, did you leave a slipper for your Prince Charming my pretty? I understand you were seen kneeling on a private terrace with his Lordship, trying to find your slipper?"

Elise was eyeing Angel much too closely and Gwen did not hide her smirk. Angel became speechless and flustered.

"What, what's so funny? What was I supposed to do? He was obviously used to that sort of uhh treatment and I didn't want to cause any problem, I mean its not the first time I have had to..."

Elise leaned forward and gently moved aside the lapel of Angels pretty robe and peered very obviously just above the lace of his nighties bodice and then at spots on his neck.

" Not the first time you have gone down on a man sweetie? My goodness, what have we here?"

"Its not that way Elise I thought...What, what do you mean, I cant see.."

Angel scurries down the hall to the nearest bathroom. "I will kill him, I will kill that SOB! I can't believe it when the....."

When Angel returns disbelieving and livid Elise and Gwen are almost breathless and in tears they are laughing so hard.

Angel slumps into the chair and his anger turns to almost pouting. It is both harmless and humiliating. Some how that jerk has given him several hickies!

"Well, well, my little Angel is a bit of a devil after all. Is that what got you on your knees my lovely?"

"Elise, please, this is so gross. He was so subtle I thought he was just kissing me there and god I didn't want him near my mouth! It seemed like an easy way out!"

"Oh honey cheer up it goes with the territory, Gwen has had a few and done a few haven't you Doll?"

Gwen nods sheepishly that she has.

"I tell you what why don't I take my favorite pretty boys into Paris for drinks and we can put Angel on his plane afterward?"

"All of my clothing is at my Hotel Elise I should go back and pack."

"Sent some staff over early this morning and it's all here and ready to go, besides you need to lighten up beautiful. Who is your favorite actress?"

"What?

"Who is your favorite actress, silly, come on?"

"Oh, I guess Carrie Bradshaw I mean Sarah Jessica Parker."

"Ah so you aren't all doom and gloom. Tell you what, wanna be her for the trip home?"

"What?"

"Doll, when they shot the Paris stuff for the last season one of our companies made Carrie's outfits I have two or three I brought home for Gwen but he doesn't like them, its 'not him' evidently. Oh come on live a little sweetie! What I have in mind is really casual, really just a skirt and a top, that's all. Oh, and of course shoes, very Carrie shoes! I will take you for drinks and then the airport."

Angel could just tell from the wink and the twinkle in Elise's eye's that she was setting him up for something. His better was swept away by the thought of actually wearing A Carrie Bradshaw original ensemble. Elise was waiting expectantly.

"Ok, just this once!" Angel could not repress his smile.

"Ok, Elise, if you are going to play dressup with lifesize Barbie there I am going to get dressed and go into do some shopping. Why don't we meet up at Luscatta in Marais, in arrondissement 4, say around 3:00. Then we can take Miss Parker there to her flight!"

Gwen's amused shake of the head was making Angel wonder if he had made a wise choice but Elise was so tickled that he had agreed he could hardly get all weird and back out now.

Angel went with Gwen and prepared to get dressed too. After a luxurious bath and a close shave a servant brought by a box with a note from Elise. Inside was a rather realistic looking piece of latex anatomy, female anatomy. According to the note is was a "breathable" breakthrough that one of their multitudes of subsidiaries molded for cosmetic repair of disfiguring wounds. It took a few minute to wriggle into it but once in Angel found himself with a very realistic looking vagina and the expansive shapely bottom of an attractive woman. The mechanism required the wearer to sit to pee but it worked very well. Angel thought it was quite a kick and eagerly awaited Elise with his traveling attire. He had had no idea such realistic camouflage existed and wondered why he would need to wear such a thing now.

As Elise adjusted the beret to a jaunty angle over his faux blonde hair she was positively business like. Shortly in front of the mirror Angel was, to say the least, stunned.

"Carrie Bradshaw eat your heart out look at this boy here!"

If Angels plaintive and baleful expression meant anything Elise did not let on. She had teased him into the wig and garish makeup to complete the affect that she wanted. If the way Elise encouraged her males to dress was metaphorical Angel had gone from the sweet innocent coquette to a garish hooker in her eyes. Every step in his decidedly Carrie Bradshaw heels parted the orange-red skirt which was slit almost to the waist. His womanly prosthesis allowed for the skirts immodest design but the garish red thong that barely covered "it" soon chaffed painfully between his cheeks.

Angel had wondered what Elise thought of his little escapade with Lord Vance on that terrace and now thought that he knew.

"Wait until Gwen sees you, she is going to just be so jealous. Come on cutie, let's take the Jag its a top down day!"

In the driveway a breeze parted the wretched skirt revealing all to Elise. Elise looked calmly at his revealed feminine flatness barely concealed beneath the sheer red lace of the thong panty. His frantic little attempts to control the skirt made her smile as did his smooth shapely legs that were fully exposed without hosiery. Looking directly at his ersatz womanhood she asked,

"Goodness considering how you have dressed it is fortunate you decided to wear that, is it uncomfortable?"

Angel was a bit taken aback. While it was true she had not forced him to do anything, hadn't she rather chosen and supervised? Wasn't his current state her answer to what she thought of his well meaning faux pas with Lord Vance? It was nothing he was just maintaining cover for Gwen and why was it amusing when Gwen provide a bit of service and tawdry when Angel did? Did Elise have an interest in Angel, was that it? Was this her way of warning and admonishing him?

As Elise raced her vintage XK6 convertible down the country roads toward Paris Angel tried to clarify things with Elise. She was polite but distant and while not mean a bit condescending. He might just as well have been a whore trying to make conversation with a "John" who only wanted sex not talk. Was this just silly fun or were his imaginings of a "double entendre" in her choice of outfits for him real enough?

 

On the side walk outside of Luscatta in Marais in eme4: 3:15 pm.

It was only Angel's mental discipline that allowed him to get out of the car and walk two Paris blocks as he was. He had to scurry after Elise who, in her casual black jeans, red leather jacket and walking shoes seemed indifferent to the limitations that her fashion choice had placed upon him. OH, he could gallop if he wanted to share his ersatz female anatomy and lacy thong panty with every guy watching "her"!

"Please Elise, these shoes, don't walk so fast. Please can't we talk about his?" Elise stopped then and turned slowly looking quizzically at him as he almost crept toward her.

"Talk about what hon? You are very modest for a little tart, you?"

Angel hoped that his pained expression counted for something as he timidly placed one of his white gloved hands on her red leather sleeve.

"About last night with Lord Vance, isn't that what this is all about?"

"Angel honey, this is about loosening you up some. Sure maybe there is a little bit of a "send up" involved but I am not upset with you. Sometimes you just have to be all woman or things get messy , I understand. I think that was the hardest thing for poor Gwen that first time when her only option was to well you know what I mean. He came to my room afterward and was so ashamed, he cried for an hour. He knows now it just goes with expectations, sometimes a boy has to do what a girl has to do, right? Now come here my pretty street walker."

"Carrie" found herself in Elise's arms as the object of a great deal of affection and was returned to 'her' feet more than a bit surprised and breathless. He ignored the shrill whistles from afar and looked only at Elise. His latex prison was the only thing between him and a very embarrassing moment in public.

"You know, if you weren't already someone's hubby, I would check you into that little Pension over there for an hour or two and let you earn a few hundred Francs on your back, like a I know you want to. Unfortunately we have to meet Gwennie and you have a flight to catch."

"Like this? But I thought I could or would be able to.....jeeez! Elise!"

Elise laughed then.

"Angel, and cheat the world of such a loyal Carrie Bradshaw fan? Not very likely. Besides I bet wifey will be very intrigued to see this side of her little hubby, don't you think?"

Angel could only laugh as they went off arm in arm to shock the panties off of Gwennie.

Inside Luscatta Angel guessed that his expression the previous day at their first meeting must have been very much like Gwen's was now.

After a good long stare at them approaching Gwen hopped up and came gushing over bestowing the expected feminine welcoming on both Elise and Angel. As always gender terms were now for public consumption.

"My, you little show stealer you! Elise, darling, how unkind to upstage you own little sister with her best friend. Angel, I mean really? You think you know a girl and then you find she is a little tease and a positively shameless exhibitionist!"

"Gwen will you stop, people are staring enough. I didn't know it was something like this! Elise said just a skirt and a sweater!"

To Angels look of betrayal Elise smiled sweetly.

"Gwen, is she not in a skirt and a little sweater?"

"Absolutely Elise, I can't see her point at all. Perhaps it is too conservative? Is that it, not flirty enough? Trust me the guys are all looking at you."

"Yes, like a refugee from Moulen Rouge, thank you!"

Elise looked very hurt then.

"Angel if it really that bothersome, I am sorry I thought it so Carrie, all fun and you look so cute. I didn't mean to embarrass you, I mean Gwen always wants to be the center of attention and when you said Carrie Bradshaw I just thought....."

"Oh, I am sorry Elise I know you thought it was cute. I don't know why I let Gwen get to me. I know she doesn't mean it but I feel like some boy crazy teenette with those damn hickies and well, oh nevermind."

They finished their drinks and saw "Carrie" off on her plane.

"Fuokuppe's" assassin got a chuckle at the chick in the outrageous skirt and sweater as he kept a sharp look out for a subtle and sophisticated woman behaving suspiciously. What male traveling as a woman would not want to blend in after all?

Elise walked with Angel to the gate as Gwen stayed back claiming the call of nature. The last Fuokuppe's assassin saw was a leggy blonde in a tight dress seeming to remove her stiletto's in frustration over slipping on the polished terminal floor. As he went down in that isolated corner with her heel embedded in his temple he could not resist the temptation to try and peer up her short dress.

"Pig!" Gwen said as she noted the direction of his glassy stare while removing her shoe from his head.

Elise gave Angel a very public and passionate kiss and then watched with amusement as her "hooker" boarded the plane rather the center of attention and rather obvious masculine interest. Women glared and men drooled. Elise was pretty sure that Angel would arrive in the states feeling rather different about himself.

Seeing Angel upon arrival Carolyn was speechless. Carolyn had needed a good laugh and hers went on for several minutes as Angel indignantly tried to explain how he had come to be as he was. Carolyn's laughing assertion that he had been turned into a Carrie Bradshaw impersonator was not well received but she loved it. Carolyn decided that the Lafey's were definitely not mainstream and was quite curious about this Elise. Angel might like to believe he had not been toyed with but Carolyn knew better, and wanted to meet any woman who could beguile a man like Angel into flying 8,000 intercontinental miles dressed outlandishly like a free wheeling female sex pot from a popular television show and still live to tell about it. On the way out of the terminal Carolyn rather enjoyed asking her "Irma LaDuce" loudly about her fee schedule positive she could make him squirm.

"So let me get this straight sweetie, fellatio is $50 but if its two cute guys you will do them both for $75?"

"Yes, but they have to be really cute and hung, otherwise it's the full $100. I made $400 just waiting for my plane, dearie!"

 

October 23

Teresa Sanchez LaFey was from the Lisbon branch of the family and a bit of a rebel in that she did not believe that all males were merely silly pieces of fluff. Some might actually have some capabilities. She, Elise and Cordelia where the only LeFay women who knew of Gwendolyn and Antonia's little group, the "cousins!" Gwendolyn's voice implied her help was needed and there was something afoot of importance.

 

She had suspected that five of the male cousins where dabbling in things seemingly ill suited to their gentle and submissive natures and supposedly timid and passive personalites. At family gatherings the five of them invariably huddled together in their little gaggle and despite their boyish giggling and sweet attire they were up to something. They were poster boys for what was desirable in a LaFey male. Beautiful, charming, playful and always demure and aware of their place. They were there to be admired, married off, raise the children and bring support and pleasure to their powerful wives. With the cousins though the last few years had brought changes. Disconcerting changes for those paying attention. There was something barely detectable and almost female about their attitudes at times. Her brother Antonia seemed on rare occassions to dare show a lack of concern or appropriate respect for the opinions of herself and the women in his life. Unthinkable really and while he was always contrite when she reprimanded him she had not been convinced.

Despite the fact that they were boyish in the extreme, fabulously beautiful, and would seemingly make incomparable husbands Teresa smelled a rat. Elise was of the same opinion and quite certain that Gwendolyn and Antonia were the organizers and leaders of the "cousins" as the women came to call them. The boys were prone to go on trips together, ostensibly spas or some other frivolous persuit of self endulgence and pampering. There was "Ingrid" from the Norwegian side who looked like a Valkyrie and made Gwen look petite, "Daria" a buxom Dutch boy who was a little too fond of certain types of women in the Amsterdam S&M scene, and Leslie who was rather being kept by a forceful beautiful woman of great wealth but from a family the Lefay's considered a nemesis.

Teresa arrived at the Hotel Chanticleer a few minutes late to find all awaiting her in the penthouse suite. She looked around casually. Typical LaFey men she mused, pretty spendthrifts without a clue where the money comes from. The boys were impeccably dressed and exquisitely coiffed having spent the best part of the day at their favorite salons and shops. The entire ante-room near the entry foyer of the suite was full of shopping bags and Teresa just chuckled. She hugged her giggling flirtatious male cousins and shook hands solemnly with Cordelia and Elise two of her favorite and closest relations. Then the difficult segue to "business" began.

It was still difficult for Cordelia, Elis, and Teresa to deal with the notion that their flighty brothers had actually planned these operations and carried them off. With some reluctance the women had agreed to remain silent about what they had eventually uncovered and even help if necessary as long as the boys never allowed their "extramural" activities to obstruct or interfere with the normalcy of the family.

Cordelia had put it succinctly when she said to Leslie, "honey, no matter what, you will always be a boy and subject to the expectations of your betters. You may do what you wish to the corrupt and notorious out there but in this family you serve the family's needs with dutiful propriety. Got it?"

It had taken rather a long time and a bit of risk for Gwen to ascertain what talents might lie about within the family males. It was an inadvertant comment by "Mummy" intended to take him down a peg when. She had absently mentioned that she had seen cousin Ingrid with one of his instructors on a visit and she found him superior to Gwendolyn in several particular areas. Gwen eventually pieced together the tradition of providing training to the most feminine of the males who would likely spend both their public and private time appearing in the societal female role. It was generally agreed that it was very undesirable that it be learned that many of the "LaFey" young ladies were actually feminized boys. While there were many "pretty" cousins Gwen stopped his search after five mostly for organizational reasons and fear of discovery. As it was the female cousins figured them out after only a few successful missions anyway. After a bit of trauma they reached their compromise.

Gwen and Antonia laid out the "PleasureJac" franchise business model. The LaFey's were as jaded as anyone but it was just too grotesque, even for them.

"God, Leslie it sounds like something Monica would have you doing !" referring to Leslie's "keeper" from a rival family.

"Eiiwww, Cordelia, that is soo rude!"

Gwen spoke then. It was tricky because he dared not sound to high handed or the women would not stand for it.

"We have good information that the "franchise" is located along with the performers in a dungeon like complex that runs beneath Ferrand's mansion. At midnight on the 31^st Angels technology people can will disarm the mechanism that protects clients from injury while using the PleasureJac remotely as they have the necessary codes. The trick for us is to get in and be in a position to to take out his staff and anyone else when the time comes.

Ideally we would like to send a discouraging message to subscribers about the risks of this technology. Therein lies the rub. This is going to be a big and rather kinky Masqued Ball by all accounts and the place will be full of kinky important people! Not all of them bad people. Even our family couldn't withstand the scrutiny of an investigation that would come from a huge shoot out, especially if we had casualties. Finally, Foukuppe and his little band of 'new age communist capitalists' have some suspicions about us not being the gentile little ladies we are. So any ideas how we get into this mess?"

It was silent for a moment.

"Well, obviously you boys are in over your head now that thought is required. Wouldn't you say Elise?"

"Absolutely Teresa, but they are pretty and that should be enough to make things work, right Cordelia?"

"Oh be fair Teresa they are bit more than that, poor babies."

It was always galling when the women seemed to know exactly what to do without even a discussion. Gwen casually tuged at his skirt and tried to look casually interested. Antonia was already beginning to fume and was twirling a loose curl around a long finger, a bad sign from Gwens perspective.

"I can see by their perplexed expressions you had better explain Teresa."

Teresa's plan was not what the boys wanted to hear. It was becoming more commonplace that the women would listen for a bit and decide the boys had it all wrong and take over the planning. Unfortunately they always made sense! Teresa began her explanation.

"First, Foukuppe has to learn that you ladies are in fact just feminized boys, feminized boys from a very wealthy family, who should be invited along with some of their sisters to the masqued ball. For business reasons we women will agree to your temporary use as performers for a while and the Ball is our way of inconspicuously turning you over for that purpose. With our help Foukuppe can pretend his party was raided, no one would blame him that some guests just dissappeared, in fact his valiant security people prevented it from being even worse that it was! After you girls have done your service and we have our information he ransomes you back for even more money. It's the greed element, you see?"

"That is quite a bill of goods, Teresa."

"Gwen, you said that he was stupid, arrogant, greedy and that you and Angel did get his attention?"

"That is who the invitation is from, its from Ferrand, to the Ball!"

"Elise, what invitation?"

"It arrived this morning, and it is an invitation!"

Now Elise took over, leaving Gwen to fidgette and tug down his skirt rather embarrassed to have lost control of the meeting completely. Antonia glaring at him did not help and he could feel his face warming.

"Gwen, you and Teresa need to pay Foukuppe a visit, no better yet Teresa invite Foukuppe to visit you and Gwennie. Your little place in Park Monceau is just next door to Ferrand's in Bois de Boulogne, Trocadero?"

"Yes, just a mile or so."

"Good, we can start with Gwen and show Foukuppe what sweet things our boys are and how suitable to be performers. Tomorrow invite over Talia, and Bridgitt and tell them to have their usual look going. Oh, Gwen and Antonia, maids will be required for that afternoon. Tere... see if you can tempt Foukuppe for cocktails and a look at Gwen and her cousin in a different light, very mysterious, want to do business and all that."

"Elise! This is my meeting! What do you mean 'MAIDS'?"

"Of course darling but you asked for idea's. We all meet tomorrow evening at Teresa's and see if Foukuppe bit, which will depend on how convincing you two maids are. Gwen, Antonia we will see you tomorrow at noon. Cordelia, you will take Ingrid, Daria, and Leslie shopping for costumes and weapons. You know the special requirements of both, of course! Gwen and Antonia, you will provide maid and any other service needed for our little soire for Foukuppe!"

With that the women rather dismissively told the boys to take care of the details and left their sweet brothers and cousins to their boyish attempts at guessing the plan to take down the franchise. Antonia was furious!

"Gwen, you sissy! Why do you let them walk all over us? You know we are going to be wearing those kinky costumes Monica makes Leslie wear all the time! Worse they are going to tell that lumox about us! I am not going to be used as a serving boy, its undignified!"

"Antonia, they are so cute! And your legs look sooo sexy!"

"Shut up Leslie!"

"So Gwen, fearless leader, now what?"

"You know Antonia I still remember when we first met as little boys at our first birthday party together at Ingrid's. How old? Seven maybe eight? Our mother's must have had some competition going to see whose boy could sport the most lace and hair ribbons. We looked like little dolls in our fancy party dresses and we were treated so specially by our mothers. We were all having so much fun with our dolls and the party games, except you. You just sat there glaring at us and started crying when Aunt Constance scolded you to pick up your dolly and play like a nice boy. I don't understand you, so pretty, your mum loves you so and yet so miserable. Cordelia is not the worst sister a boy could have. It could be Elise!"

After a shy smile Antonia's lip quivered and he rushed into Gwen's arms sobbing fitfully.

"Oh, Gwennie, I don't know? I am a lucky boy, we all are it's just that...oh I don't know !"

"There, there sweety lets get ourselves organized, shall we? Boys why don't we practice throwing these silly daggers, just in case?"

 

Teresa's lavish apartments 4:00 PM October 24^th

Bridgitte was in her usual skin tight black dress and Talia wore her signature riding apparel. The cousins called her husband "Filly" behind his back. He was a ditzy blonde who thought it short for Felicia but it was actually a bit of an elusion to Talia's "riding" talents.

Elise was in a smart blouse looking rather imposing. Gwendolyn and Antonia had been providing maid service since noon having been told that Foukuppe could arrive at anytime. While they did not mind their sexy little costumes at all, being treated like servants was rather galling especially as they had obviously been tricked by the women into performing their duties for far longer than necessary. The women were unfliching in their expectations and did nothing to hide their amusement that the boys were so silly and gullible and clearly deserving of their particular roles in the charade.

Gwen and Antonia were not pleased that Elise and Cordelia thought it best to tell Foukuppe that they were not women but in fact sissified males of the family. Antonia was particularly upset as he had never been able to fully accept his status as a LaFey male as Gwendolyn did. He was not alone amongst the male cousins many of whom could cope with being percieved as wealthy young women but found the world's disdain for males of their sort unbearable in the extreme. It was one reason they worked so hard to perfect their feminine skills and graces and all had been known to perform sexual favors for men at one time or another if it were necessary to insure their credibility as females.

When Antonia became argumentative with Cordelia she abruptly handed him some Franc notes and ushered him to the door telling him that he should fetch her purchases from the morning that now awaited in a local shop some blocks away.

"You are being petulant Antonia, now run along like a good boy! Don't you flirt either you know what a uniform like that does to a man, now go along!"

Before he could collect himself Antonia was on the front walk fuming at the indignity of his errand! In private it was one thing to play a servant but to be sent on a public errand in an outrageous maids uniform was infuriating! Worse yet pretty things in such finery were common place in this wealthy neighborhood where to be a "maid" was quietly smiled upon as a euphemism for prostitute.

"Now, she would make a delightful performer don't you think Andre?" Foukuppe chuckled as his gaze followed the pretty young thing in her campy maids uniform stoically mincing down the walk ignoring the leers of male passerbys and disapproving women.

"Ah, monsuier Foukkuppe, do please come in. I see you are admiring our little Antonia? He makes quite a delighful maid don't you think?"

Foukuppe merely assumed that he had missheard the pronoun and nodded his agreement as he entered Teresa's lavish four story abode. He sized up Talia and Bridgitte as two rather aggressive looking lesbians, but was unsure what to make of Elis and Cordelia. The second timid and lovely maid with her long shapely legs was a pleasant surprise. He did not recognize Gwen who had been told to subdue her usually famboyant aristocratic blonde image and was now a rather mousy brunette maid. Foukuppe accepted the proffered glass of champagne and gave the maid an approving wink. He was well familiar with the meaning of the word maid in this neighborhood. As she shyly averted her gaze from his and made a small curtsy he felt himself getting hard.

Elis and Cordelia wasted no time in getting to the point of their invitation. They knew about the PleasureJac enterprise and were interested in investing. Foukuppe was very impressed with their ruthlessness then as they planned to actually use their own family members as performers. He was quit surprised that Gwendolyn should be among them if his information about her was true. Why they kept referring to Gwendolyn as a "he" was confusing. All that Foukuppe knew was that she might be dangerous in some way to his interests.

He wasn't a particulalry fast study and his English was not that great so he attributed all of the seemingly missused pronouns to his weakness in language skills. The pretty maid who was so ernest and attentive in her services could hardly be a "he" after all. Finally Elis and Cordelia got him to see that they were using the appropriate pronouns, a fact that truely amazed him.

"This Gwendolyn 'she' is a he?"

"Exactly monsieur Foukuppe, they all are! It's our traditonal family way, voila!"

Foukuppe was very intrigued by the possibilty that the LaFey's might be willing to provide performers to his own franchise for free in return for a bit of a marketing study to see which were best received by the audience. When he said that his own niche was feminized boys and somtimes young women they were of course delighted.

"What a coincidence, eh Teresa? We do seem a nice fit."

When they told him that beside Gwendolyn they had four other lovely boys in the family they wished to test employ in the PleasureJac system he was greatly amused but skeptical.

"I think that your two lovely maids might actually be better choices."

Cordelia and Elis smiled at each other. Well this one here, "Felicia" belongs to Bridgitte."

"Ah, of course a bit of feminine fluff for two strong ladies, eh?"

"Really, you find them attractive girls? I take it you prefer young women then?"

"Ah, yes she is a delight. A shy lovely woman in such attire does things to a man, you know. Where I share my clients interests I still prefer the real thing, shall we say?"

Elise while looking unabashadly at Foukuppe's crotch said, "Oh, of course! Cordelia, poor Monsieur Foukuppe looks to be in need of relief."

"Felicia! You naughty flirtatious girl, look what you have caused for poor Mr. Foukuppe. Come here at once!"

Gwen knew exactly what Cordelia was planning then and looked plaintively to his sister, who merely smiled, "Felicia, you understand Mademoiselle Cordelia, Monsieur Foukuppe is our guest and you are part of our hospitality, so please girl, quickly, unless Fraulein Bridgette objects to your servicing a male?"

"Ach nein, Madamoiselle LaFey I hope he is so big that the little schwanze teaser chokes, go fraulein, achtung on your knees where you belong!"

Gwen was beside himself now, how could they do this? His own sister and cousin at that, outrageous! And Bidgette going on like a "Femmi Nazi" of some sort, too.

Foukuppe was completely prepared when the pretty maid finally knelt between his legs and artfully extracted his rigid manhood from his 2000 Franc trousers. He was immense and Gwen looked imploringly at his sister for a reprieve. Foukuppe groaned unselfconciously as her soft mouth closed about him and her gentle and educated tongue worked it's magic. The four women watched casually as if Gwen were merely serving a croissant, exchanging glances from time to time and recrossing their legs as things proceeded. The women found something very erotic in watching their brothers and cousins perform the traditonal womanly duties especially when wearing exotic attire. It didn't happen often but ti was fun when it did.

Elis had been very dissapointed to have missed the lovely Angel in his lavish gown sweetly servicing Lord Vance at the ball. Perhaps she might have granted Gwendolyn's reprieve had it not been so long since she had been entertained by such a scene. Besides, they needed invitations for all the boys and escorts so Foukuppe had to be mightily impressed this afternoon. Gwen seemed to be sweetly making just the impression they needed if Foukuppes groans and expression meant anything.

Gwen was all woman now, her mind was blank except for the vivid image of Foukuppe lying in a rather substantial pool of his own blood with his throat grinning like a crooked red smile. All the male cousins used some sort of similar coping mechanisms to forgive themselves for such necessities as their world required of them. Being a heterosexual was not an asset for a LaFey male at times like these which were blessedly infrequent. Gwen managed to get down the ejaculation as Foukuppe groaned and rocked before her. She then delicatley dabbed her lips and daintily dried his maleness with her lace hankie before gently replacing the now flacid member into his trousers.

Gwen rose gracefully and smoothed the skirt of her uniform looking with an expression that might have accompanied the serving of an Espresso. Foukuppe was enthralled and smiling very broadly.

"Come here," was all he said as he pulled 'Felicia' to his lap where she sat coyly surveying the four women allowing Foukuppe's hand to wander over her firm and real breasts.

"Ahh, keep your feminzed boys give me a real woman like Felicia every time ladies. You must make her part of the bargain Bridgitte, she and the other one I saw leaving?"

"That is impossible monsieur," Elis said walking slowly to Felicia and seeming to fix her hair.

"But why madamoiselle?"

When Elise removed the brown wig and maids cap Gwendolyn shook out his blonde mane. Foukuppe was so startled that Gwen almost landed upon the floor but managed to avoid such an unseemly circumstance by jumping to his feet with a girlish shriek.

Foukuppe was speechless but seemed to be mouthing the pieces into place. "The other is?"

"Antonia, yes Gwen's cousin. There is also Ingrid, Daria, and Leslie all equally attractive and willing. We had hoped you might consider letting them provide the entertainment via your PleasureJac system to your more prominent guests at your masked ball on the 31^st."

"Ahh what a coupe! Yes of course, Gwendolyn has been sent an invitation all ready as I, well have admired her..him, but please all of them, you must come it will be memorable! Some who enjoy such things might be told the truth? No that will spoil my fun they will believe they are being serviced by lovely women, what a delightful little prank!"

A flustered Antonia returned as Foukuppe gleefully left annoyed at the amused and knowing look he had recieved on the walk.

"So now he knows, I could tell from that expression could this get worse?"

"Well, actually yes, our lovely sisters have arranged for us to be giving virtual blowjobs to the VIP's via the PleasureJac studio until the time is right. Oh, and you and the others go first as I am one up on you all!"

"Oh my god, they didn't?"

Gwen's solemn nod caused Antonia to sink slowly into one of the overstuffed chairs. "Why did I ever get mixed up with you Gwennie?"

Cordelia laughed and clapped her hands together, "Oh come on boys it's for a good cause, and you get to off these pricks up close and personal anyway, so who is going to know that you are sluts? Besides, do you think you could have just stormed the place with Uzi's or something equally subtle? Just think of the pretty gowns you get to wear, that will cheer you boys up!"

"Funny Cordelia!"

  

Teresa's Apartment 3:00 pm October 31^st.

Elis, Cordelia, and Teresa review the plan with the cousins who were annoyingly distracted by the finery they would be putting on that evening.

"Leslie, will you quit admiring that corset and stockings! Gwen, Ingrid put your dresses down and listen!"

After Cordelia threatened to tell their respective mothers what they had been up to these last couple of years the boys stoppped giggling and ohhing and ahhing. It was time to get serious and so they were shortly perched on the edges of their chairs with legs primly crossed and hands folded demurely and resting upon expensive designer skirts.

"As we aren't sure who likes what you will be presented as real female guests. We have a list of the 4 guests and Foukuppe that you are to be attentive to. Gwendolyn, evidently your talents have made rather an impression on Monsieur Foukuppe and he has requested your company and services for later."

"Boys stop giggling, Gwen was doing what needed to be done, that's all! We expect all of these pricks to die with smiles on their ugly faces."

"Thank you Elise." Gwen said sticking out his tongue at Leslie who was notorious for going well beyond the call of duty when the time came.

"Cordelia, Gwen and I have been thinking that..."

"Antonia, sweety don't do any thinking. Leave that to the women. Now just hush and try to pay attention, ok doll?"

Antonia's face reddened visibly as he stared stonily at his sister. He didn't know how Gwen could stand it. This was their show! They had done just fine before the sisters found them out and now there was once again no place where they were not treated as helpless simpering airheads who could barely draw breath without direction from a woman. Their whole lives it had been that way always deferring to the women, or the girls of the family who were better educated, whose opinions mattered and who were free to speak on weighty family matters.

"Antonia, please pay attention you could get yourself or someone else killed!"

Elise was right. "I am sorry Elis, he said dropping his grievences with his life as counter productive of the moment."

Cordelia motioned them to come forward and look at the neighborhood layout and the suspected interior of the mansion that housed the franchise. It was wealthy and the homes were huge, yet very close together. The mansion was five stories with two full ones under ground. The Franchise was on the lowest level. Even if they sent a an armed batallion there were too many guests for such a massive assault and the captives would surely be executed. The boys listened as Cordelia began to explain the tactics.

"The only weapons you will have are your bodies and the three ceramic daggers that you will carry under your gowns in your garters. Metal detectors are everywhere and the guard dogs are trained to sniff out explosives. Inside the gate the grounds are open and the guards can see anything odd all of the way to the street. The three of us will deliver you "girls" and it is understood that we will remain to look after you delicate flowers and see the PleasureJac system in action when you entertain.

Ok then, once inside you will be paired off. The only certainly is that Gwendolyn will be with Foukuppe. For the evening you are to be charming, flirtatious, sexy, down right dirty whatever the guy wants. You will arrive fashionably late but there will still be four to five hours before the take downs start. You must be sociable and ladylike as if this is just a charming night of fun.

When you are taken downstairs, hopefully at about 2:30 a.m. you must seem very surprised by the idea, fearful and confused about what is to happen. At that time we will tell Foukuppe that we would rather not watch our sweet siblings degradation after all, and prefer to remain upstairs so as not to inhibit either him or his clients. We will ask that one of our security men, 'Rory' go in our stead to verify the systems utility from a masculine perspective. We think that he will be quite gracious and allow that as Rory is unarmed.

You all must be very upset that you are to be taken off essentially unchaperoned. Everything we know of these creeps is that they get off on fear and humiliation so the more frightened, tearful, and mortified you all seem the better. There is a good chance that your escorts will be interested in something before that late hour so ladies be prepared to have your "wares" sampled or to sample theirs."

The boys hugged themselves and look at each other sheepishly before turning their gaze back to Cordelia.

"Don't give me those faces boys, you know what has to be done. Once below stairs persuade Foukuppe to first give you a demonstration using the performers he has captive. It is vital that he opens the cells so we don't have to deal with finding the right keys after you ladies have done your work. There is enough time if necessary but that will give us some breathing space and I have no idea how the performers will react. Have him start the session by introducing Ingrid over the client feed. One of us will suggest that he tell the clients that Ingrid will be giving a special performance after the usual cast has performed. We will explain that Ingrid is strongly heterosexual and terrified of being compromised sexually by a male to spice things up.

"Cordelia's glance at Ingrid was telling and Ingrid was oddly flustered."

At exactly 3:00 am our phony Police force will raid the upstairs using a bomb threat by Angels organization as the excuse to herd everyone out of the place including Foukuppe's security. If they are troublesome we will just kill them but a lot of the guests are innocent bystanders so we want to use minimum force.

We understand that along with the cells, and the PleasureJac master control there are seperated private viewing rooms in the dungeon studio complex and this is where you must get your target to take you to watch and experience the demonstration. Offer any incentive necessary to get them to put on the sample devices there for the demonstration. We want them distracted once the performance starts. There are several guards but they will not dare disturb you once in the viewing and sensory stations. After the primary targets are down you must convince the guards to leave their stations and come to your assistance where you take them down too.

Ingrid must then appear to be forcibly made to take the performers place on the PleasureJac device by our security person. He is going to slap you around and you must seem terrified. "

"Gee Ingy, you usually pay someone to do that don't you?"

"Shut up Leslie you little bitch. I heard how Monica did you up like a female poodle at Halloween last year and what happened!"

"Boys! Please!"

"Thank you Elise. Ingrid you must entertain the clientele until the others and the captives are well up the stairs but no later than 3:45 then run like hell because at 4:00 it's going to blow and you need to be long gone. The house should be empty and we will be waiting to get you out the back to the limos. Any questions, ok lets go over it once more."

"Ahhh Elise come on?"

"Daria stop pouting, you boys listen now."

By six the boys seemed well versed in what was expected and eager to begin dressing. Elise and Cordelia took Gwen and Antonia aside as the others ran off giggling to the master bedroom with their costumes. Elise and Cordelia knew that they were upset, Antonia more than Gwen but Gwen looked hurt too. They both had chosen smart womens suits, minimum jewelry and understated make up for this meeting. Both had put their hair up in conservative almost "bun-like" styles. They had tried so hard to look like A Typical LaFey woman who manages some part of the families huge empire. They had wanted to plan and run the take down so badly and their imitation was so sincere the two women found them hopelessly sweet but impossibly missguided. Still the women felt a bit badly about what had transpired since they learned what sorts of activities the boys had been undertaking.

Elise began, "boys we know you are disappointed, and perhaps you could have worked things out for yourselves, but it just isn't something we can allow sweethearts. Mother and Aunt Charmagne would never forgive us if we let you just make decisions and do such dangerous things without proper guidance. It is a miracle that you managed to do the missions you did before we found you out and we are very proud and impressed but you are still boys whose destiny it is to be the loving obedient spouse of an important woman. You can see how impossible it would be for you to be allowed to continue on your own or worse develope improper ideas about your abilities and roles in the family?"

"But Elise it is completely unfair and unwarranted for you and..."

"Hush Antonia, Elise is absolutely right. Look at you two, how wayward and headstrong you are becoming! If mother and aunt Antoinette knew of these things it would be a catastrophe for all of us. We can only continue with the utmost discretion if you wish to assist Angel with his cause in future. Do you understand? To the outside world you are lovely wealthy young women, to the family and a chosen few you are lovely wealthy young men. Your expected behavior and options are largely the same in both cases. You are very lucky that the role of women in the world has progressed toward the LaFey model for women so that unlike most LaFey men you can escape there in your family guise and taste what the family will not allow males to experience, that freedom, respect, and responsibility that we reserve for true females in the family."

"But Cordelia! Antonia is right, why do we..."

"Gwendolyn Antoinette! Silence, you two go get dressed now I am out of patience! I swear I will tell all of this to mother and you will end up just like Uncle Daphne, do you want that? Exiled from us, little education, no money, no skills. They say he ended up a toppless dancer in Vancouver before he became too unattractive to perform. Lord knows where he is now, is that what you two want?"

"No Elise, no please say nothing!" Elise and Cordelia watched as Gwen and Antonia hugged each other fretfully and then scurried off in a panic to help each other dress, whispering frantically as they held hands.

"Boys! Where do they get their silly notions Cordelia?"

"Elise, I have no idea but you handled them masterfully and I suspect that those two will be properly behaved for the forseeable future! I could use a bit of wine."

"So could I dear, so could I."

 

Ferrand's lavish mansion and franchise site, Bois de Boulogne, Trocadero 11:00 P.M.

"So where are these prizes you are so enthralled with monsieur Foukuppe? It grows late and our important guests are becoming impatient. You should not promise such men morsals that aren't delivered it could cost us a great deal of money."

"Mind your mouth Ferrand a good accountant is not hard to replace."

"Pardon me, yes of course monsieur Foukuppe."

"The LaFey women are clever and merely heightening suspense. I was perhaps over enthused with the ones that they call Gwendolyn and Antonia and so they tease me a bit. When the script is played out later this evening I will of course have the last laugh as our writers have out done themselves for humiliation and brutal sex! I was aroused just looking at the text!"

Teresa, Cordelia, Elise and two security men arrived behind the Limo carrying the "ladies". All were in tuxedo's. The women had chosen versions cut for a beautiful woman's figure. Rory and Bartholemew "Bart" accompanied them, large handsome men in the confidence of the LaFey's which means huge paychecks and fierce loyalties. It was not by mere coincidence that Rory would tend to Ingrid in the dungeon. Ingrid and Rory were romantically involved and the family knew it. There had been discussion amongst the matriarchs as to how best to handle the couple but nothing had yet been decided.

The "ladies" were extracted from their limo in voluminous period gowns corseted within an inch of their lives and in lavish hairpieces jewelry and makeup. To the women they looked like a platoon of flighty Louis XIV courtesans who could barely walk and chew gum at the same time much less snap your neck or slit your throat. The women smiled as Ingrid took Rory's arm with a rather too transparent look ,making it is clear that Rory was going to find it hard to watch his love spend the evening with another man.

"Well ladies you are on so, as Aunt Jezzi says, lets give them a good show."

On the arms of their temporary escorts the ladies swept up the stairs in dainty strides, lashes and fans fluttering in unison. Soft giggles and titters came from behind the lacy cover the fans provided. The residence was packed and noisy as the entourage made its entrance and Foukuppe came rushing forward with Ferrand to greet his special prizes. Elise gave Gwendolyn a slight shove toward the beckoning Foukuppe who was obviously making their reuniting something of a public spectacle. Gwen minced forth and made a deep curtsey that allowed Foukuppe a prolonged and unobstructed view into the bodice of her low cut gown. Gwen waited patiently to be re-elevated by her so called gentlemen knowing full well what the delay is all about.

At Foukuppe's insistance Gwen becomes his mistress of ceremonies standing demurely but distantly and calling forth her lovely cousins to meet their assignations for the evening.

"Oh my god, Ingrid they are all so old and ugly, I am just going to die if I have to.."

"Leslie hush!"

"But Cordelia..."

"Hush boy, or I swear!"

Once paired up the ladies can only exchange furtive glances. Gwen would never have dreamed that Foukuppe would be the most attractive of the group but he he is!

Elise kept Foukuppe distracted with negotiation and business talk and Gwen was grateful for the repeive. Throughout the evening the ladies were able to find refuge and privacy for keeping tabs on each other in the many luxurious powder rooms the mansion provides. The sisters spend a lot of time trying to keep the ladies focused, as all are unhappy that their dates are so ugly,old, and exceedingly horny! It takes a while to convince Antonia that Gwen didn't have anything to do with the matchmaking.

"Gwennie, the only thing keeping me from using one of my daggers on you is that their silly breeches don't have zippers!"

"You know Antonia, ever since Aunt Constance had your breasts augmented you have been a complete bitch!"

"Piss off Ingrid, just because you want to be a Pamela Anderson clone doesn't mean I have to bounce all over the place!"

"Girls please! It is getting late, this is our last chance any questions?"

By 2:30 the sisters could stall no longer and informed Foukuppe of their change of heart regarding the actual viewing of their siblings performance. Foukuppe was greatly relieved as he was not sure if they would allow all that the script was calling for. The thought of mounting Gwen like a mare, herself bridaled with the PleasureJac as her bit and with her lovely breasts painfully clamped was distracting him no end and he readily agreed to the change of plan.

At 2:43 he could wait no longer. To the five men escorting them their feminine terror and hapless passivity was like an aphrodisiac. The poor things were huddled together whimpering for their sisters and pleaded shamelessly as they were herded discretely off and down into the dungeon area. Once below it was Antonia who went to her knees and pleaded to at least be shown what awful things they were expected to do. As planned only Ingrid showed any dignity and stood regally, refusing to submit.

The idea of terrorizing them further by demonstration was of course irresistible and despite his better judgement Foukuppe had Nightinggale, and Collette brought from their cells and placed before the camera in a postion that caused Ingrid to say,

"Those poor children! You are disgusting pigs, all of you and I am ashamed of you, my weak sissified cousins."

That was just enough as one of the guards was signaled and roughly dragged Ingrid to the set where she was thrown down. There she lay in a heap of satin and lace her eyes flashing and without any sign of contrition. Foukuppe strode onto the stage to interrupt the feed and announce his special evening of entertainment to his delighted subscribers. Even Aristy Onnan is intrigued as to what awaits the tall buxom blonde with the steely gaze. Gwen held Rory back as best she could without being too obvious.

"Rory, she is fine, its just an act, please!" Gwen was mistaken in that regard.

At this point the plan broke down. The cousins exchanged alarmed glances as Nightinggale and Collette were ushered off to one side to a rough bench and Ingrid was dragged to the PleasureJac master unit. The audience feedback device was going off scale as her bodice was torn down and she was forced to kneel as the phallus was placed into her mouth and the lovely large nipples of her breasts were painfully clamped by horrid toothed devices attached by near invisible wire to the floor beneath her. Even the huge phallus unit now strapped into her mouth could not stiffle all of her screams from her pain.

Her tears were then real and her pain must have been excruciating as she could only relieve the pain by lowering her breasts and raising her her lovely bottom in the air. With her hands bound behind her she is unable to raise her torso more than a few inches from the floor lest she savage her own tender nipples. Foukuppe motioned her disgustingly fat escort whom they jokingly called "Parfait" to come and partake as he wished. The cousins closed their eyes and their ears and followed their Escorts who clearly had every intention of participating as they were clearly being lead to the pleasure booths.

Shortly the four cousins were in their respective private boxes, dutifully attaching the remote units on their eager tormentors who eagerly accented to enjoy the demonstration promising their own terrifed charges the same excruciating treatment that Ingrid was recieving. It was now 3:00. Ingrid's gown was up and she was being penetrated. The cousins tears were now real as they watched poor Ingrid brutally being raped. Her bound struggle tore her breasts and the blood flowed. They held their respective breaths and waited.

At 3:01 her pain and rage drove Ingrid to bite completely through the PleasurJac master unit. No small feat given its framing and circuitry. In each booth the agonizing screams exited from newely created mouths and the ladies laughed as they took their warm bloody showers and peered into the rapidly dimming eyes of their victims.

"Bon Voyage cock sucker," was all that Gwen had to say as Foulkuppe sank to the floor making some unintelligable gurgling noises.

The blood covered girls fled the booths screaming, "Come quickly, she bit their cocks off it is horrible!"

The four guards disappeared into the booths as Rory moved to like a large cat toward Ingrid who was suffering brutally like some valient mare beneath the fat beast upon her. The pig never knew what hit him as he was fully engrossed in his fun and his eyes were even closed when the ceramic dagger went from one ear to the other making a grotesque crackling sound in its progress. Rory would have rather had a bit more challange but he only wanted Ingrid safe and ignored the shrieking slob flopping about on the floor and taking a bit longer to die than anticipated.

Her mouth was cut and burned from the shorted and crushed device and her shriek when the clamps were removed caused him cry bitterly. Rory made her as decent as he could and then carried her lovingly to the stairs while she wept into his shoulder only pausing to stomp on the remains of Parfaits face.

The cousins had Nigthinggale and Collette. Both were young boys and Collette bore a striking resemblence to Gwen.

Gwen began to weep when after being scrutinized for several seconds Collette said to Nightingale, "she looks just like my mom before they..."

It was 3:35 and the climb up the stairs would not be fast attired as they were and with Rory carrying poor Ingrid who was bleeding and in shock.

"Get going Rory, we just want to double check the trash. I don't know how much of this place is going to go down with the blast."

The four emerged at 3:50 with their sisters very much relieved and soon scolding.

"Come on you silly boys this place could go any minute."

Gwen eyed the six dead security types piled like cordwood.

"Getting a bit sloppy aren't you Elise?"

As they scurried out the back to the limo's Elise said, " listen sonny boy I still have that maids uniform so watch it!"

The subterranean explosion and sinking of the mansion where attributed to a serious gas main failure and launched a series of scathing editorials about the deplorable condition of the Parisian infrastructure.

"It is good to own the papers," Gwen said reading one of the more scathing ones to Ingrid who was on the mend but soaking up every bit of sympathy that the cousins would bestow.

"What about the boys hon?"

"Well , Ingy, Collette and Nightinggale are pretty messed up and had been there almost a year. Nightinggale is going to go to Lady Jean's compound and try to find himself with her help. It turns out that Collette's mother was a very distant cousin of our own and he was raised as a typical LaFey male. Mother has offered to take him in to see how he adjusts. I am so excited! I always wanted a little brother, you know how hard it is being the only boy in the family with no one to share how you feel, or even shop with."

"Oh, I know you are so lucky!"

"I understand that Aunt Helga believed the mugging and rape story and that Rory saved you?"

"Gwen can you keep a secret?"

"Of course sweetheart."

"Gwen, Rory asked if I might be completed and become his wife, I almost fainted when I heard that they said yes! I am going to be Mrs. Callahan!"

Gwen threw himself onto Ingrid's bed then, a bit too roughly and they held each other gently while laughing and crying together.

Gwen looked sad then and sighed,"but that means you won't be, I mean you can't be."

"I know, it is the end of me as a Lafey. We are going to the US where mother has given us one of her fabulous west coast estates. Rory is going to have his own security firm and of course be a principle LaFey contractor. He has contacted Angel's dear friend Lady Jean about some cooperative business too but I am unsure what that is about."

"What about you? I need you too?"

"Nonsense Gwen, I have spoken to cousin Charlene the pretty Scottish boy. He will be just fine and is very eager. As for me? My duty remains the same as ever. I will be raising our children, adopted of course but as I will no longer be a LaFey we will let the chips fall as they might. My children will be as they wish, they will want for nothing and always feel safe, or mummy will slit someones throat! Besides we expect to see auntie Gwen from time to time, you know!"

"Ingrid! I am so happy for you two! Oh look! It's Rory, well I better leave you two love birds alone!"

"Oh, Gwendolyn Antoinette!"

END

 

Series Originator Note: The Lafeys present a real conceptual challenge to Angel. He is used to 'feminizers' being the more traditional villans, not weird parents who chose to raise their children in a very strange fashion. He is charmed and repelled. He thinks some wrong has been done to Gwendolyn, and knows Elise is a terribly manipulative person, but also knows they are necessary allies in his current endeavor.

There is significant room for Angel and the Lafeys to interact in the future. Who knows what effect Angel's very existence would have on the Lafey males? And allies of convenience can also become adversaries. Lots of possibilities out there in this very unique world Gwen has begun to map out.

I recommend you look up Gwen's other stories on Big Closet, under the Gwen Lavyril name. And pester her to continue the future exploits of Gwendolyn Lafey. - Tyrone Slothrop

  

  

  

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