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Warning!  The following material is adult in nature.  That means
if you are underage or this material is not suitable in content to
survive the scrutiny of those who make the laws in your area of
the world, do not read it.

I was wondering if somebody could let me know if all the parts I am
sending are actually getting through; Eli's web page has them all but
AOL's version of the boards seems to be dropping some segments.  So far I
have posted: 1, 2a, 2b, 3a, 3b, and 3c.  Today I'm posting 4a and 4b. 
Thanks.   -Seurat

This material most probably contains: Male and Female
domination; vaginal, oral, and anal sex; sex of a
semi-consensual nature; fetishistic adornments and sex toys;
nasty torture for characters I didn't like; and a little plot thrown
in for good measure and to separate the sex scenes.

The characters in these stories are not real, but may be based on
real people that I have known, met, or seen.  I'll never tell.

This and all my other stories are copyright (c) by me, Seurat. 
Permission is given to reproduce this material only in electronic
form and then only for personal use.  If I find out that you are
selling my material without my permission, I will track you
down.  What the characters in my stories do to each other is
nothing compared to what I can do.  On with the stories.
 TheTwighlight Zone' is a series of connected stories with recurring
characters, but I hope
that each can stand alone.  The stories deal with femdom, bondage, mind
control,
consensual and non-consensual (sort of) sex, sexual torture, physical and
chemical
body alteration, and lots of other nasty and fun stuff.  Mostly, they deal
with a
woman, her erotic empire,and the people with whom she interacts.  

If you happen to be under the legal age where you live for reading this
stuff, then stop reading
now.
          Seurat




The Twighlight Zone
'Elizabeth' , by Seurat


     "Have you read these papers thoroughly, Mr. Roland?  Do you
understand what
signing them means?"
     "Yes, sir."
     "And you, Ms. Harn, Have you read and understood these papers, and
comprehend what signing them means?"
     <Shit.  I wrote them.  Of course I 'comprehend', you little prick.>
     "Yes, sir."
     "Then I need you to sign here, Mr. Roland, and here, and here."
     <Hurry up, you little dick>
     "Ms. Harn?  Sign here, here and there."
     The two complied, then stood away from the table.
     "The witnesses will sign here."  The notary's two companions signed,
and he
affixed the seal and stamp.  "I'll make sure these are filed correctly. 
Here are your
copies."


     Elizabeth almost shook with pleasure as she watched the notary and
his
companions walk to their car.  John had just signed away his entire
fortune to her. 
With this third pansy under her belt she would be a multi-millionairess. 
She'd never 
have to work another day in her life.
     John turned, looked as his lover.  She was everything he could have
wanted in a
woman.  Almost six feet tall, she towered over is five-eight frame when
she wore
her heels.  Toned body, nice bust, and a face which could be modeling for
years. 
Big blue eyes, pouting lips, and long, blonde, wavy hair that reached
halfway down
her back.  And a virgin to boot.  Not that he hadn't tried.  He plied her
with
expensive dinners, candies, and lingerie.  She said that penetration
wouldn't happen
until they were married.

     "Oh god yes...yes...Yes...YES!" 
     Elizabeth's body shook with another orgasm, John's head nestled
between her
legs as he lapped away.  When it came to oral pleasure, John was good. 
Too bad he
wouldn't live long enough to stick anything else in her besides his
tongue.
     Of the three she had dominated in the past few years, John had been
the easiest. 
Hell, she didn't mind wearing the sexy bedwear he gave her, especially
since it
seemed to give her even more power over him.  Made her even more desirable
to
him.  Got him even more worked up.  It was easy to dominate men if you
used their
sexual desires against them.
     "Een nn eee."  The mound of hair, not her own, from between her legs
spoke. 
She released his head.
     "What was that, honey?"
     "I said, 'I can't breathe'"
     Giggle.  "Sorry, teddy bear."
     "Honey?"
     "Yes dear?"
     John stood up, the bulge in his jeans overly evident.  <must be
painful>  she
thought <good>.
     "I was just wondering.  I mean, I signed the papers and everything,
and you had
said...well, I was wondering if we could...make love?"
     "Oh honey," <Simp>,"I told you that it isn't proper until we're
married." <unless
you had a nice thick cock like Max> "And remember, I don't want you
touching
yourself; a man's seed should only be used for procreation.  So none of
that nasty
masturbation."  <unlike me, who's going to be sticking that big ole nasty
dildo right
up my cunt once you leave>
     "But...but...you said...How about if you...you know, gave me some
oral
satisfaction, like I do for you?"
     "Put your THING in my mouth?!" <like it could even fill my mouth> 
"That's
disgusting!"  She'd never even let him take his pants off.
     John looked like he was going to cry.  Elizabeth lay back in bed. 
Three months
of leading this wimp along.  He must be ready to explode, after three
months of
nothing with her secretary Cheryl before she got hold of him.  She had
been stringing
him along for another three months, after she had fired Cheryl, so he had
to have at
least six months of cum about to blow from his balls.  She picked up a
chocolate
from the box he'd brought her, and bit it in half.  "You're going to have
to go."
     "Why?"
     "I've got a business deal to finish." <by sucking that super-schlong
of Maxie's>
"And I don't want you to be in the way."  She finished the chocolate, and
picked up
another.
     "Tonight?!  But we were going out to the movies to celebrate!"
     "I'm sorry honey, but I have to get this deal wrapped up before
tomorrow." 
<besides, I want to climb on top of Max and fuck him like there is no
tomorrow>
     John got a resigned look on his face, pulled his shirt back on, and
started towards
the bedroom door.  "Tomorrow?"
     "I'll call."  <although by then somebody will have accidentally blown
up your
house with you in it>  She popped the chocolate into her mouth, whole.


     Elizabeth watched from her bedroom window as John got into his car. 
She lifted
her left hand and wave bye-bye as he pulled away, her right hand grasping
the 7
inch purple dildo she was getting ready to slide into her pussy.  When she
was sure
that he was gone, she turned and jumped into the bed, lay flat on her
back, and slid
the big monster between her legs.  Soon she would be putting Max's monster
there. 
She closed her eyes and began moving the dildo in and out, in and out, in
and out,
feeling another orgasm build.


     Ding-dong.
     Nothing
     Ding-dong.  Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open.  Max? No, he wasn't due
for another
two hours.
     Ding-dong. <Shit.>  She pulled the dildo out of her cunt, leaving
herself feeling
empty. <This better be fucking good.>  She grabbed a robe and, putting it
on, headed
downstairs.


     Elizabeth opened the door to find a short (to Elizabeth) black haired
lady at her
door.  She was attractively dressed all in white, with little white pumps
to match her
white purse.  She carried one small and two large packages.  "Yes?"
     "Ms. Harn?  I'm Tara Worthington from 'The Twighlight Zone'.  I have
some
presents for you."  'The Twighlight Zone'.  Elizabeth had been there a few
times. 
She had a pair of jeans from there that had zipper up both sides; you
could get out of
them completely in a flash, never have to take off your shoes, do you
fucking, and
be back in them before the light changed.  They sold simply incredibly
sexy outfits
and toys there.  She and Max had gone looking a few times, and she had
convinced
John to buy her a piece of lingerie worth over $2000.  She wore it a lot
when she
fucked Max.
     "Presents?  I'm sorry, I don't understand."
     "A mister John Roland said to deliver these here this afternoon.  All
these items
are custom tailored.  I'm your fitter."
     "John, that sweetheart." <horny little fuck.  Must have dropped a
bundle on this. 
Shouldn't be spending my money that way> "What do you mean, fitter?
     "These are custom items.  I'm here to make sure they fir properly,
and that you
can put them on and take them off without damaging them.  Quite routine, I
assure
you."
     "Well then, Ms. Worthington, won't you come in?"
     The woman smiled, "Call me Tara."

     Elizabeth watched as the woman spread the boxes on the bed.  The had
been
another few in her car, and these were spread out too.  She opened a small
bag and
took out a four inch tube of leather.  She motioned for Elizabeth to turn
around, the
pulled the long blonde hair into a ponytail which was then held in place
by the tube,
so it stood out from her head like a horse's tail.  "So your hair doesn't
get caught in
anything."  Then she opened the first box and pulled out a pair of black
leather boots
that would probably reach to her knee.  The five inch heels would be
uncomfortable,
but Elizabeth used to do runway modeling, so heels weren't that big a
deal.  Tara
handed them to Elizabeth.  "Go ahead and try them on.  I think the size is
right, and
our shoes are actually very comfortable."
     <our shoes are very comfortable, blah, blah, blah.  Bitch.  What
would she
know?>
     Elizabeth pulled the left boot on.  The inside was lined with what
felt like silk,
and she could feel cool air circulating around her foot.  Still, it was a
snug fit.  "How
does it do that?"
     "You mean the aeration.  One of our patents.  Keeps your foot dry and
comfortable, without the need for stockings or socks.  Zip it up."
     Elizabeth pulled the zipper up, the leather folding over the seam for
a smooth
finish.  The boot itself was snug all the way up; no loose spots were
evident.  It was
as if Tara could read her mind.  "Another patent.  The leather isn't
actually whole,
but micro-squares connected with an elastic and sealed.  It'll stretch
almost twice it's
original size and still remain smooth.  The only problem we have is it
becomes very
puncture and cut resistant.  Makes it a pain to cut patterns."  Elizabeth
pulled on the
other boot, luxuriating.  Max would get a hard-on just from seeing her in
these. 
<These would be perfect for a little dominatrix and the slave scene.>  
She was
starting to make herself wet just thinking about it.  
     "What else you got?"
     Tara opened another, smaller box.  "How about matching gloves?"
     Elizabeth's eyes went wide.  Elbow length black leather gloves were
something
she had always wanted but could never find in quality.  She pulled on
first one then
other, marveling at how there were no gaps or loose spots, not even at the
wrist. 
"These are incredible.  How much does something like this cost?"
     "I'm not permitted to disclose that information, Ms. Harn.  But if
you're
wondering because you would like another pair, they do come in red, blue,
yellow,
and white.  Mr. Roland set up an account with us, and said you were to
have Carte
Blanche.  We have a new catalog going to press in a few days; I'll have
one sent
over."  Elizabeth got up and went to her full length mirror.  Even though
she was
still dressed in her robe, the gloves and boots, along with the hair tube
made her just
reek of kinky sex.  She was definitely wet.  <Max is in for a night he
won"t soon
forget.>
     "I must say, Ms. Harn, that those items compliment you quite a bit. 
Have you 
ever thought of modeling?"
     "Why, thank you.  I used to be a model."
     "Would you ever consider modeling for us at the Zone?"
     "I'm sorry, hon, but just today I signed a deal which guarantees that
I won't be
modeling any more."
     "That's a shame, Ms. Harn."
     "What else do you have there?"
     "The main course, Ms. Harn.  Mr. Roland spent hours picking this out
for you.  I
helped him myself."  Tara picked up the largest of the boxes and opened
it, then
pulled out a black leather corset, complete with under wired half-cups and
a lined
snap crotch.  Elizabeth almost fainted.
     "If your not too modest, you could try it on now.  I do this all the
time."
     "I wouldn't be much of a model if I never was naked in front of the
designers. 
Besides, I might as well complete the outfit."
     "Then, if madam would be so kind as to step into this?"
     Elizabeth shucked her modesty with her robe.  The corset was
beautiful.  Max
would flip.  "I never knew John had such...unusual tastes." <little
fucking pervert>. 
She stepped into the corset, pulling it up her long muscular legs.  When
it got to her
hips she had to wiggle a little, put it finally pulled over.  The inside
was padded and
lined with silk.  "How do I tighten it?"
     Tara opened another box and pulled out a small remote control looking
device,
and attached to two little studs that were between Elizabeth's half cups. 
"Turn this
knob and it works a series of internal wires which draw the lacings shut. 
When it's
as tight as you want it, use this clip to hold them in place, and tuck the
cords here. 
I'll show you the first time."  Elizabeth watched in fascinations Tara
turned the
device on.  Two small gears pulled the cord in, tightening the corset
first at her
lower back a little, then further up.
     The breath was pushed from her lungs. "I think that's tight enough."
     "Really?  I would have thought somebody as fit as you would have gone
much
smaller."  She began to disconnect the cords.
     "Wait.  I guess I could go a little smaller."  Tara smiled as she
turned it on again,
this time a little faster, so Elizabeth couldn't change her mind so fast. 
The heavy
front boning caused Elizabeth to stick out her leather covered ass a bit,
while the
cups seemed to squeeze and lift her tits at the same time.  The corset
itself was 
seamless; not a single ripple could be seen.  Tara tied off the ends, and
stuffed 
them into a hidden pocket on the front.  
     "Not so bad, was it?"
     "No, But it is hard to breath."  Elizabeth looked in the mirror
again.  Her already
sexy body had an even slimmer waist, and her b-cup breasts, augmented by
the
wiring and padding, jutted from her chest like two d-cup missiles. <I'm
not going to
make it waiting for Max - I gotta cum, and soon> " What else do you have
for me?"  
     "Mr. Roland also picked out some earrings; two sets of matched studs.
 Are your
ears double pierced?"
     "Triple, actually."
     Tara opened the small box.  Inside were two sets of pearl stud
earrings, one set
larger than the others.  Elizabeth took the box and went the vanity to put
them on. 
She couldn't get the strange backs on while wearing the gloves though.
     "Little help?"
     "I'm sorry.  There designed so the don't come off very easily."  Tara
put the posts
through the holes in Elizabeth's ears, then snapped the backs on with an
audible 'pop'.
     "Ouch!"
     "I'm sorry about that.  They are a little snug, but you'll get used
to it."
     "Should have warned me.  What's in that little box?"  She pointed to
a foot long
box that had been inside the corset box.
     "I forgot about those.  They are toys that go with the corset.  Would
you like to
try them on also?"
     <Toys?>"Why the hell not?"  Elizabeth got up and walked over to the
bed.  Her
legs felt a little wobbly.  Must be the boots.  She opened the boxes to
discover a
small black dildo and a smaller black butt plug.
     "I could show you how to put them on.  In case you would ever be
interested. 
I'm not saying that you're into that kind of thing , but..."  Tara mumbled
her way out
of the suggestion.
     Elizabeth's head thinking started to get fuzzy.  Her earlobes
throbbed.  "I don't
know..."
     Tara smiled an almost evil smile.  "Here, I'll show you.  Bend over
and put your
hands on the vanity."
     Elizabeth felt her body stumble over to the vanity and bend over,
thrusting her
ass high in the air.  "Will this do, Tara?" <what am I doing?>
     "Nicely, dear"  Tara opened the snap crotch and stuck her finger into
Elizabeth's
wet pussy.  "Plenty of lubricant here for both holes!"
     Elizabeth felt the digit intruder, but even though her mind told her
to be appalled,
her body responded by thrusting backwards, pushing the finger in deeper. 
"Tara? 
Something isn't right here.  I think that the corset must be cutting off
my oxygen. 
Could we take this off now? Tara?"
     "That's Mistress Tara, and I think things are going just perfectly." 
Tara removed
her finger and Elizabeth watched in the vanity mirror as she used it to
grease up the 
butt plug.  A nasty smile came across Tara's face.  "Ready?"  She nudged
the tip of the butt plug
into Elizabeth's anus, which resisted, then pushed it all the way in with
one motion. 
Elizabeth shuddered with the pain, which was erotic in a way.  Before she
could
think about it, though, Mistress Tara slid the dildo easily into place. 
"we'll just hook
up the wires here, and close this crotch nice and tight, Tah-dah!"
     Elizabeth's ass and pussy seemed overfull from the constriction of
the corset. 
<something's wrong.  What's happening to me?>
     "Stand up, Elizabeth.  How does it feel?"
     "Very full and very tight, Mistress Tara.  Mistress Tara, what is
happening to
me?"
     "You will not speak unless spoken to, Elizabeth.  By the way, I think
'Elizabeth'
is too proper sounding a name for a slut like you.  What would be a good
slut name
for you?  How about 'Bunny' ?"  Tara spotted the box of chocolates next to
the bed,
"or 'Candy'?  Yes, I think a chocolate eater like you should be called
'Candy'.  Don't
you agree?"
     <CANDY!?  what kind of name is that for a woman of her stature?  Once
she
had made a success of herself she had insisted on being called 'Elizabeth>
 "Yes,
Mistress Tara."  It was as if her mind was stuck in a body she didn't
control, a body
with a mind of it's own, where she was just an observer.
     Tara walked over to the dresser and rummaged through it until she
found the
zipper jeans, which she tossed to Candy.  "Put these on.  We're going to
have guests 
in a little while."
     Candy began to put the jeans on, using the side zippers to avoid
trying to pull the
tight denim over the boots.  <Max!  Shit!  How am I going to explain all
this?  Am I
going to be given the chance to explain all this?  What's happening to
me?!>
     Tara was going through the closet; she tossed out a black silk shirt,
then a black
leather belt, then turned to face Candy.  "It's the earrings, slut.  The
larger ones are
releasing a concentrated chemical into your bloodstream which makes you
very
receptive to suggestion.  Go ahead, try to remove them.  You can't.  The
halves are
permanently fixed together.  Besides, slut, you have no desire to remove
them." 
Candy stopped trying.  "The smaller ones serve a function you'll discover
later. 
Now hurry up and get dressed.  I'd like to see if that mouth of yours can
do
more than complain before the door bell rings."

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