The Angels of Heaven Ch. 02

Chapter Two - Heaven Island

Upon the wheels touching down on the private air strip on Heaven Island, Ewan was ushered to the door by the, now fully clothed Destiny Angel. In fact, all the Angels had gotten dressed after their eventful flight. Surprisingly, Ewan was not tired at all, despite having sex with all the cabin crew during the light, he had been allowed to recuperate in the bed, as three of the angels caressed and cuddled him and the fourth was busy tidying up. He woke refreshed and eager to see the island.

Bought years before, Heaven Island was the base for the entire corporation. All the Angels started their lives here before being given their 'halos'. Ewan could see the subtle mix of natural beauty, lush green foliage and the buildings set into the rock of a mountain. A large monorail system had been constructed and the roads were hidden from the air by trees. As the door folded outwards, Ewan walked down the stairs to be met with a wave of wamr tropical air, bright skies and an electric limousine and two individuals.

The first was a tall pixie haired brunette, who walked forwards and held out her hand for Ewan to shake.

"Good morning, I am Naomi, I will be your guide and personal assistant while you reside in Heaven. This is Gemma, " Naomi gestured and a slender blonde stepped forward in a neat chauffeur uniform, " She will be your driver."

Ewan looked closely, Gemma was quite stunning, as was Naomi. Gemma had a small high tits, that showed through the white blouse of her uniform, long, toned legs. Naomi, equally as beautiful had a curvier figure with a rounded ass.

As he got into the limousine, Ewan couldn't help himself but ask.

"Are you Angels?" The words tumbled out of his mouth.

"Yes." Naomi answered matter-of-factly.

"Oh" Ewan mumbled.

"We are at your complete disposal. Did you enjoy your flight? If you're not satisfied both Gemma and I would be very happy to join you in your suite once we arrive." Her casual, light tone, made Ewan shrink a little.

"That's very kind of you." Ewan was gripped with an uneasiness, " The Angels on the flight were wonderful. Please don't think I wasn't pleased by them."

"Excellent. They shall be informed of your approval." Naomi smiled at him, and Ewan relaxed a little. As the car silently whizzed down the road, Ewan took in as much as he could.

After a smooth ride to the Heaven's Gate- the main facility on the island, Ewan was shown to a palatial suite on the upper most floor. The suite had a large, seated area, dining area and two bedrooms with the biggest bed, Ewan had ever seen. The furnishings were opulent and the linen 100% Egyptian cotton, crisp and white.

Naomi turned and pointed to the bedroom and Gemma; the Angel who had caught Ewan's attention took his bag to the room.

Naomi, acutely aware of Ewan's attention, asked him a question.

"Would you like Gemma to stay? She would be most happy to be assigned to you until you meet with the Metatron Committee, if you like I could stay too. Your pleasure is our joy."

Ewan was severely tempted by the offer but opted for Gemma. He didn't want to exhaust himself before his own Angel was tailored for him.

But he couldn't pass up the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful Gemma.

With a brief, quiet exchange between Naomi and Gemma. Gemma came back into the room dressed only in her underwear.

Ewan's penis stirred and stiffened towards a full erection.

"The Metatron committee will convene this afternoon- to begin the tailoring for your Angel. I'll meet you in the lobby at 3pm." With that, she left.

Gemma walked up to him, looking straight into his eyes, "it would my joy to please you." Without hesitation, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Ewan pulled her close and kissed her harder. His tongue wrestled hers, both his breathing and hers grew geared. He pulled away,

"Take you panties off."

Without a moment's hesitation, Gemma looped her thumbs around the skimpy white panties and pulled them down. She wriggled her hips and shook her ass loose from the panty material. She picked them up off the thick piled carpet and handed them to Ewan.

"You won't be needing these anymore." Gemma smiled at Ewan.

"I hope not." She replied.

Gemma, slender as she was, had pert medium tits topped with coral pink nipples. She moaned and squeaked softly as Ewan licked, sucked and nibbled them. Her pushy had a landing strip of blonde pubic hair but her labia were waxed smooth. She tasted delicious, but best of all Gemma squirted like a broken facet, when she climaxed. Ewan loved seeing female porn stars ejaculate when being fucked, now this Angel squirted when he fucked her tight little pussy and then later as he fucked her in her ass. Gemma was the perfect little slut for him. As she cleaned him, once agin with her wet tongue, Ewan lay back and sighed in complete satisfaction.

"If you wanted me to be your Angel, it would be my joy." Gemma whispered, almost too quiet to be heard.

"What was that?" Ewan asked, thinking he had mis-heard her. He sat up, as she moved up his body and lay her head on his chest.

"I would be your Angel if you desired it." She sighed.

"Don't you like it here in Heaven?" Ewan asked, suddenly uncomfortable. Was this girl asking him to choose her? Did this Angel want to be his?

"Ignore me, I just want to please you. It would be my joy."

Ewan smiled, he always liked the stock phrase from the advertisements and the commercials on the TV. He especially enjoyed it being repeated after he had fucked one of them. Discarding the thought of Gemma's desire to his Angel. He drifted off to sleep, with the slender girl nestled into his shoulder- this really was heaven.

After a couple of hours sleep, Gemma woke him by fellating him and swallowing his semen. They showered together and then dressed promptly by 3pm.

Promptly at 3, Naomi knocked on his door and Gemma resumed her chauffeur duties and drive them to another round building, set to one side of the city.

The Anvil, so called because all the Angels were forged there was a hive of activity, was set amongst lush greenery and tall trees. Milling around the buildings were men and women of astonishing loveliness. Women were lithe, beautiful. The men, toned, tall and handsome. Suddenly, a sense of worthlessness filled him. He felt quite ugly, in comparison with he Angels that paraded around.

"You must not let the angels diminish you." Naomi announced, "they are for the benefit of you, they are for the fulfilment of you."

Bolstered by the remark, Ewan, straightened his complimentary Heaven's beige stiff collar jacket and allowed himself to be shown into the building. A symphony of glass and steel, the interior was out of this world. He was met by three white coated Heaven representatives, two women and one man.

The man was world-famous. His processes had changed the world. Garth Manning, a fellow of the Royal Institute, Professor Laureate of a hundred other universities and colleges and winner of the Nobel Prize for Science. Twice. Also, the creator of Heaven. The man himself, was tall and thin faced. A shock of blonde hair, wearing round glasses took Ewan's outstretched hand and shook it warmly.

"Welcome to Heaven. I hope everything has been to your satisfaction?" He offered.

"More than you could imagine, Professor Manning." Ewan replied. Ewan knew everything about this man and his rise to fame and fortune. As they walked through the building, Ewan couldn't stop himself asking questions about Heaven and the processes that created the Angels. Of course, most of it he already knew but he was intrigued about the 'tailoring' conditioning and the fine details of how his love would return to him.

Manning showed him to the main assembly line of the Angels.

"You are curious fellow, but I am glad to explain my Angel processes to you. It's quite a thrill for me to have another human in the place." He laughed.

The word human felt strange. Surely the Angels were human too? Ewan thought.

"Well, this is Heaven, Professor!" Ewan joked. Manning smiled at the jest.

"Well, I see from the information you provided that you have some background in biology and chemistry. Excellent, I'll explain the processes, please stop if I get too technical." Manning smiled a thin smile. The two women, who Ewan thought must be Angels too, smiled along with him.

"This all looks marvellous." Ewan looked around. Huge silver and chrome apparatus stood; a mile high in the space around him. Chambers and long pods of different colours stretched on for a mile at least. The whole building was a mix of steam punk piping, Forbidden Planet style flashing power generation and TNG control systems manned by more Angels, Ewan assumed.

Manning stopped and pointed to one of the pods, "As you are not doubt aware, Angels are more human than human.

"As you may or not know, Angels are born on the wing or in our class the W. I. N.G. - the Nano generator or gene cloud as the popular press has christened it.

Human cloning on a industrial scale. Human clone templates with the added regeneration of nanotechnology and enhancement mitochondrial stabilisation and ATP flux. Essentially the...

"Kiss of life" Ewan interjected.

"Precisely!" Manning beamed, pleased his monologue had a receptive audience.

"The processes are given to each clone on a monthly basis - the gene cloud chamber restores both physical and autonomic function plus the memory egress to stabilise the tailoring process."

"Very good, Ewan. I do like a man to think, "Manning leaned closer, "better than these automata" Manning nodded to the female assistants seemed to either ignore his comment or not actually hear him.

Manning seemed to be scathing of his creation's, which shocked Ewan. Stunningly beautiful, the Angels were, their faces perfectly symmetrical and their slender, toned bodies were sublime.

"Of course, they do most of the hard work now. Angels even run the production line- the higher order ones at least."

"Higher order?" Ewan has to ask.

"Of course, only our Choir Angels have the necessary intelligence and technical expertise to create more Angel's."

"So Angel's now make Angels?" Ewan repeated, shocked at the idea.

"With real humans in control, of course." The remark lacked conviction.

"What about my Angel?" Enquired Ewan.

"Ah yes, Rhapsody! Our newest most advanced model yet!" Manning grew animated at the thought.

Upon reaching an upper level, the group walked along a long gantry through a series of security doors, all needing cards and a retinal scan. Of course, The Angels following Manning couldn't pass through the security as their retinas were the same.

Ewan was shown to a vault, with three pods, set onto the chamber. Each one lit subtly, inside a naked figure reclined. Ewan peered onto the pod, the reclining figure was hairless, naked and with a blank face. The skin seemed stretched taut, the lips white, the eyebrow and lashes white.

All of a sudden the eyes flicked open, Ewan jumped back.

Manning chuckled and patted Ewan on the back.

"They're alive!" Ewan exclaimed.

"Of course, they are blanks, grown in gene clouds before they are personalised and tailored to specific clientele."

Manning ushered Ewan to a chair, with a helmet like apparatus set on it.

"As we will tailoring the blank from fresh stock, the process needs a physical, cognitive link during the tailoring process. You'll need to wear this and as we ask questions about your preferences for your Angel, we will begin the programming."

"How long does it take?" Ewan asked.

"Three days, with two cognitive links each day. By the end of your stay in Heaven, you'll be leaving with Rhapsody for your life together." Manning smiled proudly,

Without moments pause, the team began preparing Ewan for the cognitive alignment. Manning laid his hand in Ewan's shoulder, smiled, and left.

One of the female Angels with lovely raven hair cut to a short bob smiled and leaned over him. Her scent was intoxicating and as she placed sticky pad sensors on Ewan's chest and temple, Ewan caught a glimpse of two firm braless breasts under the white coat. The Angel smiled warmly and settled next to him on a white stool.

"We will calibrate the cognitive link now. Just relax."

The machine hummed, lights flashed and the helmet deployed long, needle-like sensors with delicate LEDs on the end.

"Which blank is mine?" Ewan asked. Curious to see which body would begin to be altered for him.

"The one over there." The Angel thumbed over her shoulder, "It's the only Rhapsody Angel clone here."

Over the two hours, Ewan was asked questions about eye colour, hair colour, build, skin tone and body types. To be fair, Ewan had to concentrate hard, to give both a mental image and a verbal answer that matched up.

Once the initial phase was over, Ewan was asked to go back to the residence and rest for a few hours.

Gemma and Naomi accompanied him back to his suite. Gemma ran him a hot bath, as he was quite drained. Once in the water, Gemma undressed and joined him. She soaped his tired body and Ewan relaxed.

Gemma kissed his chest and neck and as his energies were restored, his cock stiffened and Ewan felt Gemma's hand grip him firmly.,

"Let's go to bed" Ewan stood up and Gemma patted him down with a white cotton towel.

Still erect, he took Gemma hand and led her to the bed.

As he helped onto the bed, placing on all fours, Ewan began lick and kiss her exposed pussy and as cheek. Gemma cooed with the soft, gentle kisses.

Ewan, already quite stiff, stood behind her and rubbed his cock against the opening to her pussy.

"Do you want this?" Ewan asked.

"Oh please, please put it in me." Gemma begged.

Immediately, Ewan slid his engorged cock into her smooth, tight little cunt.

It felt glorious. So warm and wet.

The next days would be trying but the compensations were well worth it.

End of Chapter Two.