Size Seven

by Jenetta Carver

  

The pounding on the door wouldn't stop. The handsome man looked at the sleeping blonde laying next to him, and his body shivered as he remembered the way it felt to sleep with her last night. She would be disappointed to wake up and find him gone. But it was a one night affair only. They all were. He could not afford to be in a long term relationship. Not with his job.

The cursed banging continued. James stood up, put on his red silk robe, and walked to the front door. The light was too bright, and it took a few moments for his eyes to adjust. He looked through the peephole in the door, a precaution that was automatic for him after all these years.

He was not surprised to see the man standing there impatiently. It always started like this. He opened the door to let him in.

"007, you took your time this morning. It is nearly eight O'clock you know."

James shook his head. This was a bad sign. They had a big assignment for him, he was sure. And sure enough, it was the usual quest. An international smuggler in the diamond trade, that was trying to corner the world market.

Her name was Lillian Brightstone, but they called her "Diamond Lil". James was informed that they tracked her to a tropical island in the Mediterranean, where he was to travel to infiltrate her organization.

"You will be posing as a millionaire diamond merchant from South Africa, who's luxury yacht breaks down. That will be your excuse to get onto the island. Once there, you are to find out the extent of her operations, then put her out of business."

James nodded. A very typical scenario. Just another day at the office for the famed 007, a man with a license to kill.

"I'm sure you can use your, um, powers of persuasion on the charming Miss Brightstone, to pump her. For information of course."

Ah, the old ruse of getting the villainess to fall in love with him. James had done that many a time before. Just like the sexy brunette who was now sleeping alone in his bed, Diamond Lil would soon be added to the lists of conquests that James had amassed over the years.

A smile lit on his face. This was what he lived for. As soon as he got his latest gadgets from 'Q', he'd be off on his way...

* * *

 

A brisk wind blew as James steered his yacht towards the island. He pushed the button, and smoke started coming out of the engine room. He pretended to be in a panic, getting the fire out. The boat sailed on a line towards the island, and just as intended, it hit the coral reef and listed to one side.

James yelled "abandon ship!", although he was the only one on board. He dove into the clear sparkling blue water, and began to swim towards shore. He had seen the activity there, with the people watching his clumsy activities.

When he reached the shore, there were four men in white outfits who were there to greet him. They all had submachine guns, and didn't speak a word.

"Bring him in!" said the captain of the guard, who walked up to the foursome.

"Is this how you always greet visitors?" asked James.

"We don't get visitors here" said the captain gruffly.

"How about shipwrecks?"

"Take him away!"

One guard grabbed James by the arm, which normally would have spelled a painful future for him. But James didn't want to blow his cover yet. He had to pretend to be just a businessman. He allowed the guard to pull him along roughly. But he marked the man's face. He would remember his rude treatment.

* * *

 

After meeting with various henchmen, James was finally to have an audience with Diamond Lil herself. He had let it slip that he was a diamond merchant, and he knew that this news would ensure that he was not harmed, and that he would get to meet the boss.

He was dressed in the white uniform like all of her guards. He scanned the room, looking for escape routes, potential weapons, places to stand in a fight, and good cover should shooting break out.

"Sit here" ordered a guard.

James sat in the chair in front of what looked like a throne. It sat on a riser, and had several smaller seats to the side. James eyed the inlaid diamonds. No mistaking who the center chair was for.

A hush fell over the room as the large double doors swung open. The clicking of heels could be heard. Then emerging into view came Diamond Lil, and her entourage.

In front were two women dressed all in white, just like the guards. But James could see how even the captain saluted them, indicating their superior rank. Next came an oriental woman in a white silk robe. No doubt, Lil's personal body guard. The way she moved told James that she was at least a 5th degree blackbelt. He had beaten her equals, so she didn't worry him. But she was the most dangerous person in the room, worth keeping tabs on.

In the rear were two more white uniformed women. James noted that they all had blond hair, except for the bodyguard. They all had a similarity to their faces. Their makeup matched as well. They could all have been sisters, or even quintuplets. Now *that* would make for an interesting twist in bed for him.

 

Then in the middle, was Lillian Brightstone herself. Lil had platinum blond hair, perfectly done. She wore a stunning dress, inlaid with diamonds. On her head, she wore a diamond tiara. Her outfit must have been worth more than a small country.

Her body was flawless too, and hard like a diamond. She had curves in the all the right places, but her muscles were hard and lean. She would be dangerous too.

James nodded approvingly at her breasts, which she showed off with the deep décolletage of her dress. A pendant with a huge diamond hung between her breasts. It must have been one of the largest in the world.

Lil's face was flawless, and it sparkled with a dusting of what must have been diamond powder. She radiated power and beauty. She walked gracefully up the steps, in her clear high heel shoes. She sat down regally on the throne, and crossed her legs.

From James's vantage point, he caught a glimpse up her dress, and had been able to see that even her underwear sparkled like diamonds. A lesser man would have groveled at her feet right away, but James had been trained. *She* would come to *him* in time.

He nodded to her. She would soon be in love with him, and he would make love to her before bringing down her criminal enterprise. She would grovel at his feet as he turned her over to the authorities. No woman could resist him. And once he had made love to them, they fell for him completely. They always did.

 

"How convenient" she said in her sparkling voice. "Here, on my private island in the middle of the Mediterranean, who should wash up on our shores, but a diamond merchant!"

James smiled.

"Arthur. Arthur Kendall" he said, extending his hand. She did not move to shake it.

The identical quintuplets took their seats at Lil's side. The bodyguard picked up a silver tray, and walked towards James.

"A present for you Mr. Kendall. Would you be so nice as to put it on for me?"

On the tray was a collar. Black leather, studded with diamonds. In the front was a rather large diamond. James looked up to Lil, raising one eyebrow.

The bodyguard glared at him menacingly. Three of the guards in the white uniforms raised their guns.

"We obey when our Mistress gives an order" said the woman seated to Lil's left.

James didn't want to make a stir yet. He didn't like the symbolism of wearing a collar, but it was too early to make a move. He picked it up from the tray, and put it around his neck. The bodyguard went behind him and closed it in the back.

"Now you belong to me" said Lil. "As does everyone here. Show Mr. Kendall, won't you?"

The guards put their guns back down, and unbuttoned the tops of their uniforms to reveal that they too wore the collar. Everyone there did, except for the bodyguard, who walked with the grace of a cat back to her Mistress's side.

"Leave us!" ordered Lil. The room emptied, and soon James was alone with just the villainess herself. This was going to be easier than he had imagined.

"I can see through you" said Lil. "You didn't just wash up on my shore by accident, did you?"

"You've got me" said James. "I knew the diamond market was being cornered by someone, and my contacts made me think it was from here. Moving and selling diamonds is my trade. If I cannot purchase any, then I cannot sell them. I came here to find out why."

"And I will tell you" said Lil.

James kept his face still, but inside he smiled smugly. The villains always revealed their plans to him. Then he could take action, and prevent whatever it was they wanted.

Lil told him how she was going to corner the market on diamonds, then cause havoc worldwide by flooding the market all at once, making an expensive commodity very cheap. Large investors would suddenly be broke, as their diamond futures were worthless. Financial chaos would ensue. And she would have enough money to swoop in and take economic control over the country.

"Everyone will belong to me then" she said.

So that was it. She wanted to rule the world. A typical delusion that the enemies James had fought over the years often had. Now that he knew of her plans, it was time for him to make his move. But Lil surprised him.

"Everything" she repeated. "Even you....Mr. Bond."

Damn. She knew who he was. This had all been a charade on her part. But to what end? Why the elaborate ceremony? And why would she risk being alone with him, knowing his reputation.

"You see Mr. Bond" said Lil, "my heart is icy like a diamond too. It cannot be cracked by any man. Your charms have no effect on me. I prefer lovers of the feminine persuasion. Like my little ice kittens that you have your eyes on. Imagine me in bed with the four of them. Does that excite you?"

*Five* gorgeous women in bed at once? Now that would be more unexplored territory for James. He would have to maneuver for that before he started blowing everything up.

 

Lil clapped her hands, and soon the bodyguard and the four identical sisters returned to the room. The bodyguard handed a device over to Lil. She pressed some buttons, and smiled.

"As I told you before, you belong to me now" she said.

James felt the four sisters closing in on him. He went to stand up. But something strange happened: his body did not respond. He remained seated.

"I did not give you permission to stand, did I?" said Lil. "As you can see now Mr. Bond, I control you completely. You cannot act, except in response to *my* commands."

One of the girls had something in her hand. James did not recognize what it was. She held it up to his ear, and he felt a momentary pain. Nothing large, just a little prick. She moved to the other side, and repeated the procedure.

A second sister opened up a jeweler's box, revealing a pair of diamond ear rings. The other two sisters took one ear ring each, and slid the posts through the new holes in his ears. They had just pierced his ears, and now he was wearing earrings. Long dangling ones no less.

"What are you doing?" said James.

"Well Mr. Bond. You always end up in bed with the woman, don't you?"

He nodded in response, and felt the damned ear rings swing back and forth from the motion. As soon as this was over, he would remove them so his ears could heal.

"And you are going to get me too" she said proudly.

"I thought you preferred women" said James boldly.

"I do. And that is why I have asked my most trusted assistants to prepare you for me. Once you are done, I will take you to bed Mr. Bond. Or should I say, Miss Bond? You will be quite a lovely girl when my assistants are through with you."

She handed the remote to one of the sisters.

"Make him sexy. And make him easy. I want her to lay down for anything that moves when she's done."

"Yes Mistress" said the sister holding the device. James had to get his hands on that device. It was what they were using to control him. If he couldn't seduce Lil, he would seduce one of the sisters.

As all the villains did, she had made her fatal mistake.

* * *

 

James found himself naked, tied down on a bed. The four sisters were a beehive of activity, but they kept themselves out of his viewing range. James looked around the room, plotting various strategies once he was freed from the collar on his neck, and the device that controlled it.

"I am Silvia" said the one who held the device. "These are my sisters, Sonja, Brenna, and Tessa. You will be a woman too, very soon. Mistress has ordered us that you are to be named Marjorie when we are through with you."

She liked him. She wanted him. James could tell.

"If I am to be a woman, I shall be in good company here, amongst such beauty" said James, working the flattery angle.

The girls all smiled at him. It was working.

"Please, before I am to be converted, do me a favor."

"And what is that?" replied Silvia.

"Each of you, please give me a kiss. I love women, and I want to have one last kiss to remember myself by."

They would kiss him, and fall in love with him. His powers over women were legendary. Tessa came over first, and gave a deep passionate kiss to James. She licked her lips when she was done.

Then came Brenna. Their kiss was also deep, and James felt her tongue inside his mouth. When she was done, she was visibly trembling. He smiled. He had her too.

Sonja's kiss was wonderful and tender, warmer than her other sister's so far. But the best was Silvia. Her kiss was the longest and the most romantic of the four. He felt himself get aroused from it, and he heard the little moan she made as her breasts rubbed up against his body.

They would all be in love with him now. They would reject their Mistress, and help him out.

"Now if you would please release me" he said confidently, "we can get down to business."

"Yes" said Sonja. "Lets get down to business."

She pressed a button, and James could feel the bed move. It started to slide into a circular hole in the wall, feet first. Like a tube for an MRI in a hospital, except that James's head remained outside the hole.

He heard a whirring noise as the machine activated. He could feel something closing around his body inside the tube, touching him everywhere. It squeezed tight, and it became difficult to breath.

Silvia placed something on his head, which resembled the diamond Tiara that Lil wore. She hooked it up to wires on a control panel near the wall.

"I can't believe I kissed a man" said Brenna.

"It was terrible!" said Tessa.

"Women kiss much better" agreed Silvia.

"You will learn better how to kiss, once you're a girl like us" said Sonja.

James couldn't believe it. They hadn't fallen for him either, because they too preferred women. Had had no power over them at all. He could feel the machine doing something to his body, and he was powerless to resist it. And now, as Silvia pushed buttons on the control panel, he felt a tingling in his head, and a dizziness he had never known before.

"Just as we are reconfiguring your body" said Tessa, "we will reconfigure your mind."

"You will look like a woman" said Brenna.

"You will think like a woman" said Silvia.

"You will *be* a woman" said Sonja.

 

James didn't know what to do. He had to stop this! He had to resist! He tried to think of what to do. He could rig an explosive. He tried to remember what sort of detonator he would need, but for some reason he couldn't call that to mind. What sort of chemical would he need? It smelled sort of like nail polish. Red nail polish. A nice red color, to match the tone of lipstick he would wear.

But if only he could find blush. Where on this damned island could one find blush? He hated to be seen in public without at least some mascara and lipstick. One felt naked without a reasonable minimum of makeup on one's face.

At least they wore mostly white here. That was a good color for his complexion. But he wished they would allow him to wear light red, or better yet pink. It was his favorite color after all, and he thought of his favorite pink dress sitting in his closet at home, among the neat row of skirts, blouses, and dresses in his closet.

Oh how he wished to be back home, where he could tend the plants in his garden, and get on with the dusting. The whole house really needed to be dusted, and redecorated too. It was too dull and drab there. When she returned home, she vowed to herself that she would brighten the place up.

She pictured herself standing there in her floral sundress, spinning in a circle to make the skirt fly up, her head thrown back so that her long hair flew too. She would be so happy to see home again.

 

The whirring noise stopped, and the bed retracted from the circular hole in the wall.

"How do you feel Marjorie?" asked Sonja.

"A little chilly" said Marjorie. There were goose bumps on her smooth legs, and the large nipples on her big breasts were hard from the chill.

"Bring her some clothes!" said Silvia. Brenna and Tessa wheeled over a clothing rack, and unzipped the bag hanging there.

Marjorie sat up, as they handed her a bra. She put it on easily, as if she had been doing it all her life. The underwire in the bra strained to support her D cup breasts.

She shyly put on her panties, feeling self conscious that the other girls were seeing her naked like that. She was self conscious about her thighs and her butt. Everyone said they were perfect, but she felt that they were too fat.

Brenna handed her a pink dress, and Marjorie smiled warmly. They did understand her! She looked at the tag. Size Seven. An exact fit for her. She put on the dress, and felt much better about herself. The hemline was at the tops of her knees, while the V-neck showed off her impressive cleavage. It was armless, with straps just wide enough to hide her bra.

Tessa painted her long nails, while Brenna put high heels on her feet. Silvia styled her long hair, while Sonja put on her makeup.

"I know how to do all that myself. You don't need to make a fuss over me" said Marjorie.

"That's all right. Mistress's orders" replied Brenna.

They continued to pamper and preen her, putting on a diamond necklace, a tennis bracelet, several rings, and other little touches. When they sprayed her with perfume, all was done. They stepped back, and let Marjorie see herself in the mirror.

Marjorie wanted to cry. She looked so beautiful, so perfect.

* * *

 

Lil had the entire throne room full, as Marjorie was led in for all to see.

"Where once we had 007" she said proudly, "we now have Marjorie, a size seven."

There was a loud round of applause. Marjorie didn't understand what the 007 part meant, but she smiled. They were applauding for *her*. She walked up to Lil, and bowed before her Mistress. Mistress liked for you to do that, and it was important to show proper respect to her.

Lil stood up, and inspected Marjorie.

"Impressive" she said. She extended her hand, which Marjorie took. She started to walk out the door, with Marjorie in tow. The four sisters followed behind.

"You're one of us now" smirked Lil's bodyguard, as Marjorie passed by.

"Thank you!" she whispered back at the compliment.

She went down the hall with Lil, and into a room. Lil pressed a button, and the lights came on. At the center of the room was a huge bed. Big enough to sleep six. It looked plush and deep. It was covered with luxurious silk sheets and fluffy pillows.

At the push of another button, the lighting changed to a more romantic setting. Soft music purred from the speakers in the ceiling. Marjorie noticed the buckets of ice holding bottles of vintage champagne, with six crystal glasses set out nearby, ready to pour the cold bubbly liquid into.

Marjorie trembled as Lil touched her on the cheek.

"I am going to enjoy this immensely" said Lil. She ran her hands down Marjorie's perfect body, pinching her on the butt.

"I promised that we'd make love in my bed" said Lil. "And now, the time has come to make that promise come true."

The four identical sisters had stripped naked as Lil toyed with Marjorie. Brenna poured the champagne into the glasses, and handed one to each of them. Marjorie took a deep sip, and giggled as she felt the head rush from the bubbly liquid.

Lil started to undress her, letting her hand rest on sensitive spots on Marjorie's body. She was very gentle, and very tender. Marjorie drained her glass, and put her head back with her mouth open as Lil removed her bra. She felt the freedom of her breasts being unsupported. Almost immediately, Silvia and Sonja were upon her, each sucking on one of her nipples. Brenna was removing her panties, as Tessa caressed her on the legs and the butt.

They laid her down gently on the bed. Lil was naked now too. She got on the bed, and put herself over Marjorie, straddling her.

"Suck me" she said. "Use your tongue."

Marjorie began to use her tongue on Lil, tasting the juices that were starting to flow from within her, as she lay on her back. Silvia and Sonja were going hard on her nipples with their fingers now, and she was so aroused!

Marjorie went harder on Lil, as Brenna pushed her legs to spread them wide open, so that Tessa could go down on her. She was soon exploding all over with orgasm after glorious orgasm, as the orgy continued.

She sucked on Lil's pussy, more and more.

"You are mine Marjorie. Completely mine. Now and forever" said Lil triumphantly, as the girl trembled beneath her. She knew that with a few more session like these, she would be able to permanently turn Marjorie, so that she too would only like women. With the power she had over her, she could have made Marjorie into anything she wanted. But she decided that a girl could never have too many suck slaves.

And every time that she would make Marjorie go down on her, she would feel the rush of knowing that she had turned one of the most dangerous and powerful men in world into a weak woman, who's only goal in life was to please *her*.

* * *

 

Marjorie woke up and looked at the blonde laying next to her. Her body shivered as she remembered they way it felt to sleep wither her last night. She would never leave the side of this woman, who she worshiped and adored with all her heart. It would be a lifetime of being together. It had to be a long term relationship. And pleasing this woman was her job.

  

  

  

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