A Box Full of Rings

A Box Full of Rings.

Tags: Futanari, Futa, Cheating, Impregnation, Excessive Cum. Deep-throat. Breeding.

In the year 20XX, the birthrate for the entire world had declined to a near unrecoverable limit. There were hundreds of potential causes: Climate Change. Pollution and microplastics. A terrorist attack. Even the wrath of a terrible and vengeful god. For whatever the reason fewer and fewer children were being born. Invitro fertilization failed to provide results, leading to the extinction of traditional fertility clinics the whole world over.

Yet nature found a way thanks to a loophole: For whatever reason, the plague only affected males. Just as certain amphibians are said to change their gender in a time of crisis, a growing population of women emerged who bore both male and female genitalia. Right now at this very moment, inside of a nondescript building flanked by a SubHut and an optometrist's office, one of these women is now sitting in her office checking her schedule on her computer with a gentle smile on her heart shaped face. Sunny blond hair pulled back into a flawless bun with not a single errant strand in sight. Her narrow green eyes and black office blouse and pants gave off an aura of clinical professionalism.

The office is nothing too special: A wooden desk with a computer, intercom speaker and a black placard with the name [Samantha Meredith] embossed in lifted gold. A pair of upholster chairs for patients on a beige carpet. Two gray filing cabinets in one corner and a leafy office plant in the other. And a number of framed posters with affirmative messages like "Faith and Honesty" and "Don't be afraid, be proud!" with cute kittens and puppies on them. Trite? Perhaps. Yet for the woman sitting in her plush throne it is her favorite place in the world. Her life's purpose and joy. Given a choice she'd live here if she could but her mother always told her it was wise to keep a line between business and home.

As if on que, the intercom crackled to life and a honey sweet voice filled the room. "Ms. Meredith? Mrs. Meadows is here for your two o'clock."

Samantha's cock twitched in response. A sleeping dragon hearing an errant thief slipping into her lair. She could just imagine her receptionist on the other side of the glass door sitting at her desk and smiling at their guest just as she taught her. Professional and inviting. One day I'll bring her to the backroom. One day. She clicked the button on the intercom and bid her secretary to permit her guest to enter. A moment later, the door creaked open and her client slinked in and took her seat.

"Mrs. Meadows, I'm so glad that you've decided to return. You seemed to be apprehensive during our consultation last week."

"Yes, well..." She sighed, dabbing at her face with a hand towel cloth. Though the office and the lobby were air-conditioned, it was the peak of summer without a cloud in the sky. Anyone with skin as fair as hers would no doubt suffer under the Sun's brutal rays. Perhaps she had to park on the far end of the lot. She dressed modestly with a beige blouse and a brown skirt that kept her ample curves in check. Shoulder length black hair framing a gentle face with exhausted blue eyes. She wasn't a supermodel, but it was clear that she did care about her appearance. If Sam didn't know better, she would've assumed Mrs. Meadows was a school teacher.

However, she knew that wasn't the case. During the consultation, Mrs. Meadows had told her quite a bit about herself. (early 30s, works as a secretary for a local car dealership. Happily married for five years. Been trying for four of them to no avail.)

"I've thought for awhile about this... business. And I'm still not certain. But at this point I'm willing to consider... anything."

"Of course, Mrs. Meadows."

"Please... call me Emily."

"Alright, Emily." Samantha pulled open her desk drawer and retrieved a couple of three-ring binders. One blue and one red. She placed them on top and then sat upright with her arms resting in her lap and smiled. "Feel free to ask anything and I'll be happy to answer you."

For a while Emily said nothing. She simply fidgeted with her ring as her face began to slowly blush. "Is it... is it true? Are you really a..."

Samantha gestured to the blue binder and Emily picked it up and opened it. A perverse glee filled Samantha as she watched the mousy woman's face light up and move through a familiar sequence of emotions. Shock, disbelief, and then finally... arousal. A giddy smile that can't be contained. The binder contained a dossier about herself: Medical history, her three sizes, college grade point average and education history. The proudest years of her life all laid out for anyone to see. There were also photos of her posing naked against a wall with a height ruler (She came up to 5 ft 10 inches). Some of them were goofy, such as her trying to flex her lean muscles like that famous actor Donnie Schwarzenhammer. Others were better at showing off her good side. But in all of them she was stark naked with her member dangling down between her legs. The ten inch beast untamed and unashamed.

But the most tantalizing photos were at the very end featuring a number of lurid images featuring her and some of her prior clients. Their faces were blurred out of course. Discretion and trust was paramount. Every single one had signed a waiver and received a generous discount for Samantha's services to be featured in her collection. But from the neck down every photo was raw and erotic. Their pussies deliciously stuffed full with jelly-like seed oozing onto a bed. Flushed bodies of all shapes, sizes and skin tones slick with flop sweat and love juices. Samantha's hair was down and her cock was fully erect and shining, slick with fluids. Instead of the safe professional with gentle eyes, the photos showed a virile goddess covered in love bites and scratches on her back. A satisfied smile on Samantha's face.

She looks so cute when she's blushing. Emily gulped, closed the binder and gently set it down onto desk.

"Ok. So you really are one of... them." Samantha patiently waited for Emily to continue. Savoring every anxious twist of her ring. "But I... I just..."

"You want to be certain that if you break your vow, you'll actually have the child you've yearned for?"

"... yes."

Samantha understood how difficult this had to be for her. She gestured to the red three ring binder and took the blue one to return it to it's proper place. Emily slowly went for it, as if it could burn her. When she opened it, she gasped and placed a hand on her face. Her eyes welling with tears. Page after page was filled with women standing against the same wall ruler that Samantha had posed in front of in the blue folder. Their faces were blurred again, but that wasn't what Emily cared about.

There were three photographs per subject. One taken at three months, another at eight or nine, and a final one of them holding onto an infant in their laps. The progress photos were taken in profile against the measuring wall, their cradled bellies swollen and round. But the final ones were in the very same chair she was sitting in now. While the infant's faces were naturally obscured just as their mother's were... she could just imagine the glowing smiles on their faces. More shockingly was how many of them had given birth to twins or triplets. Almost half of the entire collection had multiple bundles of joy, and a number of them even had their spouses in the photo holding their hand.

"We tried so hard... We really did." Emily's shaky voice seeped out. Samantha offered her some tissues and she accepted. After blowing her nose and wiping her eyes she continued. "I've always told my husband it didn't matter if we never had a child. And that's true. I'll always love him, no matter what. He was so hopeful. But with the Plague... he tried so many experimental drugs and clinical trials... None of them worked. We tried to adopt but... the fees were so expensive. We couldn't afford it. Eventually he just gave up... He doesn't try to touch me anymore. But to be honest, that's not the worst of it."

Emily looked toward the back of the office toward the steel door with a sign that said "The doorway to motherhood." The words were flanked by pictures of smiling babies.

"I can't stop seeing it every time he sees a happy family cross the street. How the light seems to leave his eyes. As if... as if his soul just briefly flickers out. I'm afraid that one day... I'm going to lose him forever."

"Does your husband know you're here?" Samantha asked. At some point during Emily's monologue, she had gotten up from her executive seat on the opposite side of the desk and sat next to her. She took Emily's hand in her own and gently traced concentric circles with her thumb. Her eyes filled with sympathy.

Emily shook her head. "No... to be honest, I think if he found out he'd probably think I was planning to divorce him." She looked up with a determination that belied her humble appearance. "I would do anything to see him smile again."

That was all Samantha needed to hear. She took Emily's hand up to her face and gave a gentle kiss. "I'm thrilled to be able to help you. Now, for the best chance of success, you would need to come in at the peak of-"

"It's now."

Of course. Samantha really should've known better. All of the signs were there: A slight puffiness in Emily's ruby red lips. The sweet undercurrent lingering under her perfume. Ever the professional, she'd kept her own libido in check assuming that this meeting was going to strictly be a consultation. Only now could her gaze truly roam up and down Emily's body. Excitement coursing through her veins southward to strain against the fabric of her pants. She took Emily's hand to her face again, but instead of offering another kiss, she took her finger into her mouth and gave a gentle suck. Tracing her tongue around the digit.

"Are you ready?"

"Don't we need to handle the costs?"

"We can worry about that later. For now, My goal is to make this experience as wonderful as you need it to be."

Samantha pressed the intercom and informed her receptionist to hold all appointments and phone calls until further notice. Emily followed her toward the steel door and watched in anticipation as she pressed her finger against the door's keypad. It beeped in affirmation before a heavy lock clicked open.

"If at any point you change your mind, you only need to say so."

Emily just shook her head. "No. I... I need this."

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One could imagine that a room behind a steel door would be some sort of depraved sex dungeon. But that was never Samantha Meredith's style. She wanted to keep things nice and comfortable for her guests. After all, it took quite a bit of courage to take such a drastic measure. To trust a stranger in the most intimate and life changing way. And to respect this she strove to make her den as enticing and safe as possible.

The floor was a plush ruby red carpet with nary a spec of dust in sight. The walls were painted a soft pink with floral touches. On the back wall, above the bed was a painting depicting a secluded grove with a flowing waterfall. To the left was a passage segmented off by a curtain that led into a small laundry room complete with washer and dryer. On the right was a bathroom with a number of soaps, shampoos and feminine care products resting on the sink.

"It smells so nice in here." Emily smiled with nervous energy. "Is it lavender?"

"Yes." Samantha smiled and gently closed the door. It locked with a decisive click. She then strode behind Emily and wrapped her arms around her. The receptionist made a slight jump as she felt a contrasting sensation upon her back: Softness against her shoulders, and a burgeoning firmness against her plush rear. For awhile they stayed there in silence, gently swaying as if they'd always been lovers. Emily could feel her heart threatening to burst from her chest in excitement. Which only intensified when Samantha suddenly bent down and pressed her face into the crook of her neck and took a deep whiff.

She really was going to do this. It was an utter betrayal to her husband... but if it meant that they could be happy again. If they could have the life they always wanted...

"You smell lovely." She planted kiss after kiss upon Emily's pale neck, as if to brand her with her wet heat. Her hands roaming up and down her body like a pack of wolves trailing a deer. Gently she squeezed and kneaded Emily's plush body in search of every sensitive spot she could find.

Testing her limits. Testing her boundaries. Trying to find where her guest would say no. All of them had their hard lines: Some wanted no kissing. Others wanted to simply lie back and think of the motherland. To keep this moment purely transactional, as if one were simply visiting a salon for a manicure. Samantha Meredith fulfilled those requests, of course. She was if nothing else a professional in her craft. But her favorite clients were always the ones who slowly opened themselves up to her.

"Tell me... is that scent of yours green apples and spice?"

"Y-... yes."

Like a blooming rose painted ruby red.

"It suits you so well, Emily." She tilted Emily's face upward and stole her breath away. Probing past those luscious lips without mercy or remorse. Her tongue coaxing Emily to cast off her inhibitions and worries one taste at a time. All the while her hands slithered into her guest's clothes. Her left traveled up from under the blouse to palm her supple breast while the right plunged down into the skirt. Finding both nubs swollen and begging for attention, she gleefully serviced them with a skill that would overwhelm anyone, let alone an innocent housewife like Mrs. Meadows. Twists, teases and gentle strokes. Samantha's fingers were maestros of sinful pleasure that conducted both in tandem and in alternating speeds. An orchestra of euphoria with Emily as the harp yearning to sing.

And sing she did. Powerless but to moan into her lover's mouth over and over again. Her mind filling with nothing but pleasure and Samantha's flavor. Her legs weakening by the second as whatever doubts might've been seeping in from behind that steel door were banished.

In time Samantha released Emily from the kiss, leaving her in a sopping haze. "Come, Emily." With fingers dripping love, she guided her over to the bed like a vampire lord with her consort. Once Emily was seated, Samantha began to strip off her professional attire one piece at a time. The transformation was as drastic as it was swift. Where once was the clerical, comfortable and safe woman who seemed so tightly wound together that she might've been a living statue, there was now someone almost entirely new.

That golden bun was now wild and untamed, falling down to her shoulders in chaotic curls. Those green eyes that were once gentle and soothing now had a piercing hunger that seemed to coil into Emily's soul. Stirring a primal desire she'd never felt before in her life. Not even with her sweet husband. She wanted... no, needed those eyes to fall upon her. To find her worthy. She'd seen that same body at all angles in the blue binder, those same lean muscles on her pale arms and legs. Those same modest breasts that, while nothing compared to her own bounty were still quite appealing.

But it was nothing compared to... that beast. It was not the size which easily doubled over her husband in length and girth that astounded her the most. But the veins that seemed to be threatening to burst out of it. As if the roots of a tree were ripped out of the earth and trying to choke the bark into submission. But that was folly. These "roots" were feeding the beast, throbbing as it grew firmer and thicker. She could practically see Samantha's heartbeat it as it continued to swell. Leading up to a bulbous dark pink head. Clear liquid seeping out into a pearlescent bead at the tip.

"You seem to be staring." Samantha chuckled. Only now did Emily seem to realise the power her voice had. It was hard to define, soft and yet husky. Androgyne. Otherworldly, perhaps. Before she knew it, the to-be sire of her children was looming over her. Her cock was fully erect and mere inches from her face. It was impossible to ignore the heady musk invading her nostrils and scorching her mind, leaving her in a warm and fuzzy state. A surge of pleasure jolted through her body as she felt Samantha place her hand atop her head.

"Have a taste."

Emily's lips quivered. Whether it was permission or a command didn't matter. It was what she needed to finally cut loose. She wasn't entirely sure what to do: Sex with her husband had always been basic. Some curt kissing and missionary and... that's it. It all suddenly seemed so sad and empty. So when Samantha offered her a guiding hand, she took it and followed her instructions.

"Touch it, Tell me what you feel."

"It's... so hot."

Slowly she traced her fingers up and down those bulging veins, listening to Samantha's moans. Her hands seemed so small and delicate in comparison. She couldn't wrap her whole hand around the shaft and a single leathery testicle filled her palm with such virile heat she worried it might burn her. The world narrowed down to just that mighty cock as more and more precum seeped out of the tip and started to dribble onto her hands. The scent was somehow even more rank and heady. How is she leaking so much of it?

"Very good... Now smear it all over and rub up and down." Emily obeyed, and was rewarded with more affection in return. Her efforts were clumsy at first, but as she experimented with gentle squeezes and twists, Samantha responded more and more. She was thrusting her pelvis toward her face and her charming demeanor began to melt as her breathing grew strained. The slight pain of having her hair pulled as Samantha tightened her grip drove her to increase the pace. Unaware of the delicious tightness gripping her lover's heavy balls.

"I'm sorry, Emily... But I'm going to need you to open up for me."

"Wha-"

Samantha struck like lightning, forcing herself into the housewife's vulnerable mouth. Spreading those plump lips to the limit as her girth dove down into her wet throat. She groaned, savoring that wet heat for a few agonizing seconds before slowly pulling back out.

"So... good, my dear. Make sure to breathe through your nose." She caressed her guest's hair with affection, savoring the hot gasps of air tickling her cock. Once it was safe, she re-inserted herself slowly, savoring every sensation. The soft tongue lapping at the bulging vein on the underside of her shaft. The unintended graze of teeth against her tender flesh. The moist heat easing her passage with every thrust. All of it was flooding her mind, demanding she push harder and harder with no regard for anything else.

But Samantha was a professional: The customer always came first before her own pleasure. She kept her pace reasonable, even as she buried herself to the hilt, savoring that melted look in her beautiful blue eyes. Time to give you a proper taste... One last time, she pulled out Emily's sopping throat. Dragging strings of drool out of those swollen red lips... and then dove right back in to the hilt, as if trying to force Emily's skull and her pelvis to fuse into one.

Emily's eyes snapped wide as she felt the release pour straight down her throat. She was powerless but to wrap her arms around Sam's hips to hold on for dear life as her stomach was mercilessly flooded with goopy warmth. It burned down her esophagus like whiskey as more and more and more burst from that massive cock. It throbbed harder and harder, as if trying to stretch her chest open. Her nostrils were flooded with heady musk, unable to escape the salty sweat that was somehow both masculine and feminine. Tears trailed down her eyes, ruining her make up as she kept counting how many cups of cum were forced down her throat. Eight... nine... ten... eleven... god it... doesn't stop...

Samantha, for her part was lost in rapture. Her bare toes were curling to the point of pain as her whole body trembled with each release. Eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her professional smile melted away to reveal her true, sadistic face. The one that reveled in conquest and dominance. Who laughed at the impotent males who were dying out every day while her children grew off of their labor. She smiled too wide, like a demon mimicking humanity. The mask only came back on when Emily, desperately needing to breathe again, started to grab and slap at her ass in a desperate panic. She slowly pulled out mid release with a final drag, trying not to spill anything on her clothes but to no avail. One final burst of viscous cum splattered all over her face, smearing her lips in salty white.

But Sam was quick, catching the globs in her hand and preventing them from dripping onto Emily's clothes. "I'm sorry dear... your throat was just so tight." She held the thick jelly to Emily's lips, curious to see what she would do. With a lurid, cum-drunk giggle the once meager housewife licked her hand. Lapping up every drop of salty seed. When she swallowed it down and continued to run her tongue up and down her fingers, Samantha had no doubts whatsoever.

This woman was now hers in body and soul.

"Good girl. Strip. Now." The command was rough in her throat, and she delighted to see how quickly Emily obeyed. Throwing everything without a care where it landed, it was finally time for Samantha Meredith to finally get a proper look at her latest conquest.

She knew the woman would be curvy, but she'd clearly underestimated how well that safe outfit concealed her plump body. Sam licked her lips in open appreciation as her eyes traced every generous curve. She was very well fed, with plump thighs and a round butt that begged to be spanked. But her favorite was the soft round belly. She'd already looked to be three months pregnant thanks to the sheer flood of cum she'd swallowed, but Sam could already imagine how gravid she would become. How those full breasts would be engorged with an endless supply of milk. She never did get to have a taste from her clients, but she could just imagine how creamy Emily's milk would taste.

Gently, she guided Emily to lay back on the bed with hot kisses. Emily obeyed and followed her lead, kissing in return and savoring the warm sensations until she was laying back onto the bed with both legs spread invitingly. Sam sitting in between with her spit-slick cock still dripping cum from the tip.

"Are you... going to take me now?"

Sam laughed, lurid and silky. "Eager aren't we? Don't worry... I just like to play with my food a little bit. Relax and enjoy... think of how happy your husband will be."

Emily eep'd as Samantha, with surprising strength and ease, suddenly hoisted her hips upward, bringing her sex right to her face. So cute. Emily's legs dangled over her shoulders, head resting comfortably on a pillow as she looked up in anticipation at those fierce green eyes. The eyes that knew exactly how to please any woman they fell upon. The ones that had already caused her puffy lips to dew with need. She'd expected Samantha to go right for it, but instead, she began to kiss at her inner thighs. The teasing was blissful agony, causing her to squirm and moan. Her lips trembled as Samantha kept pecking and licking, alternating between both legs. Emily's fingers curled into the sheets as she bucked her hips closer, begging for attention as she grew hotter.

"Please..." She mewled. "Please..."

Samantha merely looked at her and smiled, before completely ignoring her and continuing to tease her thighs. She went up and down, kissing and nibbling along the femoral artery as she gently caressed Emily's puffy belly with her fingers. As before, she was skilled in her assault, never leaving Emily to guess where she would go next, until after a few moments of torturous teasing, Samantha finally pressed her lips to the waiting crevice and plunged her tongue into the heat.

Emily didn't have a chance. She Immediately bucked her hips and squeezed her thighs as if to crush her lover's skull. All the while those commanding green eyes never broke their stare, drinking in every twitch, gasp, tease and spasm as her tongue mercilessly slipped between the folds, greedily drinking her nectar as if she were entitled to it. Samantha's arms were wrapped around Emily's hips, focused on keeper her in place. Never letting her escape the euphoric torture. All the while Samantha's cock, which had softened slightly due to that pesky refractory period, was now rapidly engorging itself. Swelling with blood as her balls rapidly produced more and more virile semen, eager to sow her genetic legacy without mercy.

With a final press of her tongue and a gentle pinch of Emily's clit, the poor woman immediately broke into a howling orgasm. She threatened to arch her back into the moon if Samantha wasn't holder her in a vice grip allowing Emily to come down gently from the peak. When she collapsed into a heap, swooning for breath, Samantha fluffed herself back to full mast. Throbbing, slick and eager to give exactly what Emily will be paying for.

"Please..." Emily begged for the final time. "Fill me completely."

With one final teasing kiss upon the mound, Samantha gently lowered her guest's hips into position and slowly inserted her self. She didn't need to adjust or slow down to aim her masculinity. It all just perfectly lined up, the wetness gleefully accepting her deep inside. Emily's seeping moans tickled her brain like birdsong, pushing her to savor every little gasp and moan she pulled with every thrust of her hips. She leaned down over her, staring deep into those soft eyes.

"Tell me..." Samantha smiled, letting the primal demon out just a touch as she laced her left hand into Emily's right. Toying with the wedding band. "How good was he?"

"Who..?" The poor woman was half out of it in pleasure. She closed her own fingers around Samantha's, bucking her own hips to try and take her deeper.

"Your husband. I don't even know who the caretaker of my child's name is. I'm curious how I measure to him." She kissed her throat, slowly increasing her pace.

"You're... so... much... more than... he is..."

There it is. Keep going.

"More how?"

"Bigger.. stronger... ahh~,"

Samantha subtly guided Emily's hand open, slowly pushing her ring up and off of her finger with every thrust. Every kiss. Every tease and squeeze and love bite. Without Emily the wiser, the ring had popped off of the digit and fell between the mattress and headboard, vanishing out of sight. But still she was unrelenting in her assault. The familiar tightness in her loins curling.

"I can feel you... growing... molding me into your shape~"

"Are you ready?" Samantha's voice dripped into the housewife's reddened ears. To push her over the edge, she traced her tongue along the edge of her ear, taking a nip of the soft lobe in her teeth.

She screamed her answer in euphoria as Samantha slammed home faster and faster until she couldn't contain herself anymore. She pressed her whole body-weight onto her arms keeping her upright, pinning Emily's left hand into the pillows while her right clutched over Samantha's shoulder. At long last, Samantha could feel the swelling surge out of her cock as it throbbed that thick jelly in a sudden eruption. Even as her seed jettisoned deep into Emily's womb, she continued fucking her through it. Pushing her genes deeper and deeper to forever defile this sacred place in her name for all time. The nails digging into her back were proof of her conquest, anointing her with trickling warmth. More trophies to join the rest.

For Emily's part, she'd never before felt this heaviness, this utter fullness in her core. Even as Samantha slowly pulled herself out of her channel, her heat remained. She could only imagine how her pussy must look: Wide open and oozing cum like an overstuffed eclair. Just like all of those women in that binder. But now, she completely understood how they must've felt in that moment. This head-swimming euphoria. The feeling of having crossed a line, of discarding her own morals and vows for the sake of her and her husbands dream.

Somehow, she already knew on an instinctual level... that this had worked. She would be pregnant before tomorrow.

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Samantha Meredith was back in her office sometime later. She was cleaned up and back in her consummate professional mask. Not a hair out of place in her bun, and not any sign that she'd just fucked the brains out of a woman and left her back behind that steel room.

Of course, she wasn't heartless: She'd told Mrs. Meadows to take all of the time she needed to recover, that no one would bother or see her leave if she wanted to slip out of the back door after she used the laundry room and shower provided, with no charge. She also told her that, until there was confirmation that a pregnancy occurred (She knew it would. She never, ever, failed so long as the woman wasn't barren. That had given her some trouble back in her high-school days...) that there would be no charge for services rendered. Most of her clients who came alone understandably wanted discretion and she was more than happy to oblige.

She looked down at the drawers in her desk. There was the one that had her binders in it, of course. But for right now, she decided to look at the one beneath it. The one that she didn't dig into whenever any of her clients were around. Inside of it was a little black box. Nothing too flashy, the same as you would find on any woman's dresser. She scooped it out and set it on top of her desk before gently lifting the top up.

Inside was a collection of gold rings. They were ordered by size, gemstone color or no. Each of them gently inserted into the soft black felt. There were no names or labels, that wasn't the point. The rings themselves were the point: Proof of families that she had dipped her toes into. They were a representation of how far her legacy would spread. Like a virus.

Out of her pocket, she took out a simple band. There were no flourishes or gemstones in it. Just an inscription on the inside that said "To my eternal beloved Emily, From Jacob." She'd imagined that, for a lower-middle class family it'd probably have taken a couple of months salary to afford it. She traced her fingers around the cool metal, savoring the smooth texture. And the look on Emily's face, utterly lost in pleasure. She imagined that soon, there would be news of her having twins. It felt right that way. It always did.

Satisfied, she gently slipped the ring into an empty space in the box to join the rest of her collection, closed the box again and smiled in satisfaction.

The intercom suddenly came on again, and the familiar honey-sweet voice of her secretary came through. "Ms. Meredith, your four o'clock is here."

Ahh, one day. One day I'll have you back there, my dear.

She returned the box back into the drawer, took a deep settling breath, and then pushed the button on the intercom. A bright red light shining by the speaker.

"Send them in."