He said ‘I’ll be right back, I am going to get some protection’. Did he know he was going to get lucky?…..I wonder. He returned with a condom on and got on top of me, and mounted my submissive pose I was in. I felt him slide his cock inside me slowly, but filling me all the way up. I screamed out and grabbed my spiked heel, as the only thing to hold onto. So there we were having sex in the missionary position as I watched my legs tied wide and my stiletto feet in the air.

Then time sort of stood still as I heard the hardwood floor creak outside my door and the door open. We sort of froze in the middle of our sexual act…him on top of me…me tied to the bedposts, my legs tied wide with my stockings…and my step-mom was standing in the doorway! I closed my eyes for a second and started trying to pull my wrists loose. He panicked and jumped off me. Everything was a blur and I remember her screaming at him to get the hell out. I was looking at my wrists as I was still trying to get them loose and was twisting and pulling my ankles, but making the nylon dig into my ankles tighter, as if squirming would get me loose. I didn’t see him grab his clothes and run out, but I guess he did it naked, and still with his condom on! I could not see, but I could hear my stepmother yelling something at him as she sort of followed him, or chased him, out of the house. I don’t think he even said a word the whole time! He was probably in shock!

I realized I wasn’t getting my wrists or ankles undone and had only got the knots tighter, the nylon now digging into my ankles and obviously leaving a mark. I lay there thinking ‘I am so fucked!.. This is embarrassing.’ I lay there for about 5 minutes and I tried slipping my wrists out of the belts, but that didn’t work at all and made them tighter. There wasn't even a blanket on my bed for me to try to wiggle under. I heard the footsteps coming back down the hall and looked over my tits and my dripping wet pussy to see my step-mom standing at the doorway. I was tied and there was nothing I could do as she looked at the vulnerable position I had put myself in. I think maybe she was waiting for herself to calm down before she came back in. She was caught off-guard too. I saw her in the doorway again shaking her head, and I just looked up at the ceiling TOTALLY embarrassed. She didn’t say anything, she just came over and after some work, untied my ankles, letting each slump onto the bed. She then untied each of my wrists still with neither one of us said anything. After that, she walked out of the room and I heard her go downstairs. I stayed upstairs and got dressed in a pair of shorts and a tshirt and put her stuff back where I got it. I was stone sober now! I sat down and wondered what to do next.

I figured I had to eventually face her and I walked downstairs. She started the conversation, which didn’t involve any yelling. I apologized and told her how embarrassed I was. She actually gave me a speech about watching what I did and who I was with, and she objected to that behavior in our house. It went a lot better than I thought and ended with me asking ‘You are not going to tell dad are you?’ She promised she wouldn’t as long as I was more careful with what I did. She told me he could have done anything to me with me tied up like that. I didn’t say anything and tried not to smirt thinking ‘that was my plan’. I went up to my room, still totally embarrassed as ever from the episode. I tried to call my prom date on his cell phone and no answer. Either he had the phone off, he was out getting drunk wondering what just happened, or he absolutely didn’t want to talk to me. With all the stress that had happened, I went to bed exhausted.

The next day I didn’t leave my room until lunchtime. I went downstairs and my brother had got home and my dad was there. They were all in the kitchen with my step-mom having lunch. My dad asked me how the prom was, and I replied ‘good’ . My step-mom acted like nothing happened and I am pretty sure she didn’t say anything. Whew! I went into the living room and watched TV for a while and got online to check my Email. Later, I went up to my room and there was a shoebox on my bed. I stopped and knew that I didn’t leave it there. I opened it and inside were the black 5” strappy stiletto heels I had on last night with a note! I didn’t recognize the box probably because I was so tipsy last night, but I did recognize the handwriting. The note said ‘You can keep them, they look better on you and you’ll probably get more use out of them’. I was in total shock! I closed the box. I walked out of room and down the hallway and noticed my mom walking down the hallway toward me. I stopped. She passed me with a smirk on her face, as I looked totally embarrassed again! Amazing!

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 The mat measured about 16”x24” but he was standing right beside her with his arm around her so they were both on it. One jolt and then a slight delay, I was lucky. Three single gentleman were standing back looking at Roger’s eccentric work of art, which was me. I had almost forgot about the pasties Roger had glued to my nipples and the cords that hung from them. They were glued to my nipples and hidden by the thick cones. It was out of mind, until I saw the woman reach up and pulled it down quickly. A sharp pinching pain went through my breast as I noticed the light above me turned off. Obviously the transmitters buried in the nipple cones had triggered that. She pulled it again. I felt the same shocking pain and the light came back on. They smiled in amusement and she laughed and held onto the cord as the display light above me turned back on. I bit hard on the short air tube that ran from my mouth to outside the latex and waited for her next pull. Apparently she had no idea that it was attached to real person’s fleshy breast. I wish she did, and that she might have an idea what it is like to have someone pull heavily on a lamp style cord glued to her nipple! She let go of the cord laughing and said, “this thing is pretty funny. The guy stepped off the mat reaching up toward me and grabbing on to my calf just below the knee and squeezed. I wondered what he felt and thought. Ouch! She pulled the cord and again a shocking pain and the light changed. Ouch! Once again she pulled it and the light came on. My nipple was stinging now. The female leaned into the man caressing my calf and said quietly into his ear, and which I easily heard, “I actually thought about me pulling that cord while it is wrapped around you cock.” He let go of my calf, and I can tell she caught him off guard. He said, “where are you going to get a cord like that?” She said, “I don’t know, I should just rip it off this thing and take it with us”.  I tensed up, wondering the kind of damage that would do to my nipple, and almost choked on the cum Roger had deposited through the breathing tube earlier on. The cum trapped in my mouth, the continuous taste, that I could not swallow due to the tight latex around my neck. If the filter tip was not on the end of the tube I definitely would have spit it out by now. I was suddenly brought aware once again, as the man stepped back on the mat inflating the growing object in me. This was the third time it expanded in me. Roger’s test of the mat and the couple’s first stepping on the mat were slight. This growth I actually felt more because I could feel it’s swell down low, near my vagina. He reached back up pushing against my inner thigh and said to his partner, “this thing feels amazing, it’s not hard at all.” The woman leaned into him again whispered, with me still listening, “it may not be hard, but I hope you will be later tonight”. She knew the single men near could not hear her, but just like the saying ‘the walls have ears’, I heard her clearly. They walked away and ventured to another part of the shop. It was then I noticed three of the single men who were browsing my area of the store take an interest in me. I would guess, they were intimidated by the female that was just here, which was rare in shops such as this. They swarmed around me like bees around a honeycomb. Or was it because it was something they never saw before? Because they thought my body attractive? Because they saw something of me that made them think there was a real person plastered to this wall, in the form of an X, showing every contour of her naked body under this stretched piece of latex? I guess I will never know but did wonder for my own confidence, ego, and maybe pride.

 

One of the men, a biker-type, came over to me, glancing at my spread eagle pose in the full, length mirror. The mirror was put in front of me by Roger, so I could look at myself as I hung there. Another lone man, walked over behind him. The biker stepped closer to me and onto the mat. Once more I felt the growing member inside me. It seemed to be swelling down near my pussy, near my most private of openings, but still inside me. As of now, I would compare the girth to that of what I have felt from having sex with an average sized penis. Yes, my boyfriends were average guys, normal sized, so this I based it on. Comparing the similar type feeling down there actually started to get me excited. He actually stepped closer, almost against under me and looked up between my open legs. I focused my eyes downward as much as possible, and could barely see his hand, but saw it go right to my pussy! Imagine that! I felt my body tense as he touched me there, very noticeable to me, even through the latex . I tried to move again, and I was reminded, once more,  that I was literally locked into place, not able to even flinch a muscle. He explored my private parts and with his fingers, gave a squeeze to my obviously bulging vagina and clitoris which was not only from me being excited, but from the staff inside me. I noticed my well defined slit in the mirror. The guy behind him said, “what do you think?” The biker replied, “it’s incredible what they can do with all these new rubbers and vinals. An older man, the third single man, walked over and stood in front of the mirror. The biker turned to him and said, “I wish some of the women I have met were this sexy.” I was taken by the compliment. He had no clue I heard him. If I could smile, I would have. I watched, and as if in slow motion, the biker walk away to my left, and the older man stepped away from the mirror onto the mat. More pressure, but higher now, deeper in me. The older man now reached up and decided he would check out my rubber encased pussy like the biker did. It actually sent shivers up my spine feeling a stranger do that, and then he batted one of the cords that hung in front of him. He then pulled the cord on one my same breast and the light went out once more. After the shocking pain again,  I saw him then grab the other curious cord and give it a pull. Nothing obvious had happened that he could witness, but the egg shaped vibrator buried deep in my ass sprung to life. That was the first time I made a sound through the tube leading out of my mouth. It was sort of a ‘yelp’ and judging by no reaction of anyone around me, the sound baffling filter worked. He looked around, trying to notice something that the cord pull might have changed, but saw nothing. He pulled it again, paying more attention to everything around him and saw nothing. For me it was relief as the anal egg turned off. I stared down at my small cone covered nipple, and watched him pull hard once more as if force would reveal what it did. I tried to yell out as it felt like my nipple was being torn. I watched the nipple cover dip downward and stretch, with my nipple still attached. He looked at me a little while longer and slowly walked away. The third gentleman, who was short and stocky, approached me as I noticed the 5 young guys made their way to the back of the store.

 

The short gentleman did not approach the front of me but stands to the side. I train my eyes to the left as far as I can see, but can barely make out what he is doing. Was he checking out my side profile? I feltl him lift the bottom of the frame move slightly away from the wall. Was he trying to see if it was 3D on the back too? I hoped he didn’t lift it higher and have it come off the hooks. Just then I saw Roger approach and say to the man “what do you think of my latest work of art Ed?” I wondered if Roger came over because had known the man, or because he saw the situation at hand. Ed said, “very wild looking for sure. It is quite a piece of art. The features are so lifelike” Yes Ed, a real person’s features, it was me! Roger said “Thank you. Let me get a step so you can get higher and see more of the detail.” Roger walked across in front of me, he gave me a wink, as he stepped on the mat, I wondered, I knew on purpose. That burst added more to the growing pressure, which now stayed with me. Roger returned with a small 6 foot ladder, purposely stepping on the pad before he pulled it to the side. That time I felt the growing dildo not only deep in my pussy, but also in my womb. The pressure was accompanied by a steady throbbing pain now. Roger placed the ladder sideways in front, and close to me. The mat was now placed in front of the ladder. He had to have done that on purpose. The five young men were now gathered in front of me, blocking my view in the mirror. Ed walked over to the ladder and Roger stepped on the pad once more, as if to make sure he added the next jolt instead of Ed. That was the biggest one yet. I tried to focus on what was happening next. Roger stood on the ladder his head just under my chin. Roger said “you should be able to see more detail now. What do you think?” Ed said, “I saw a few other pieces you did with latex and those rubber mannequins, but this one is the best.” I stared out over the store listening to Ed’s critique. Ed grabbed my breast squeezing it. He then said “Roger, these feel great. What is it?” Roger said “it a few new composites I am working with.” Ed said “Every feature seems true to scale, but why did you make the breasts so small?” Small I thought? I have a firm C-cup! Roger said, “it’s the submissive position. They naturally would look smaller with her stretched out like that. She is supposed to be a virgin. Young, thin, and sexy.” I was hurt by that comment of Ed saying I had small tits! I wanted to see them in the mirror but the 5 young men were blocking the view looking at some type of sex chair next to it. Roger’s comment made me feel better about how I looked on display. Ed climbed down the ladder, and stepped on what he should not have, for my sake. I am not sure if the bursts were getting bigger, or because of the growing number, but I felt my love tunnel now filled and pushing into my hips. I was thankful my legs were spread wide giving the invader more room to expand. What was more unusual was the feeling of the swell in my belly. It was a growing and stretching feeling for me there, which I never felt before.

 

I saw Roger adjust the ladder closer, pull something out of his pocket, keeping it from view, of Ed and the young men, and approach the ladder. The action by his foot again on the mat, caused a growing sensation of erotic pleasure, submissive energy, and throbbing pain. I felt an enormous growth in my womb, it was the biggest yet. I still had the mouthful of Roger’s load, from earlier, and almost spit it through the tube, which would have clogged it, and that would have been a dire situation for me. I wondered if I had clogged it, what would happen? I would assume that since I could not move of cry out, and nobody would notice that the situation had changed, I would suffocate, and that scared me! Roger was on the ladder, close to me and said, “There is problem with the transmitter and sex toy inside you.” Oh no! What could that mean? I was terrified and wondered what happened, and if my now quivering body showed, but I doubt it. He then said, “I am going to have to turn the mat off. Every time the bursts were growing in number, they were growing in size.” I knew it! I could feel them getting more extreme as they went! Roger said, “The fail safe meter shows you can take one more. That will put you at your limits with which your body can physically stand without any damage.” I was shocked at what he said about the mechanical device within me, but more relieved that he was able see this happening and stop it. If he had not noticed this, I can not imagine what could have happened to my insides, and I wouldn’t be able to even protest. Roger said, “I will give you the final burst as I step down from here and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do watching it. Once again, my mind raced and I felt myself get hot and attempted  to move any part of my body during this anxious moment. I watched as Roger put his foot down on the ground, and felt a huge jolt, and I was suddenly taken to the limit. I felt myself get very hot and my vision fade. I felt my pussy tunnel expand, and heard my hips pop, and felt my pelvic area expand to more than any man’s cock could ever do. I felt a shocking pain in the same area Roger stopped at, my cervix, before he pushed through its tunnel. I felt that most private womanly organ now being stretched. I bit hard on the tube, and try to tense every muscle in my body as I felt a tearing sensation inside me, as the scepter opened the canal wide. It was the same stabbing pain that soon turned into a throbbing pain that I was getting used to. It masked the stretching feeling, much less painful, that I would have felt as the tip of the staff continued to grow to it’s mechanical limits. It expanded my womb as far as it would go, pushing the latex to its limits also.

 

I closed my eyes screaming through my breathe tube and then it was over. I never saw Roger pick up the mat and carry the ladder away as he left. I felt less lightheaded but looked up and saw the same 5 young men now turn around from the contraption they were admiring and walk over to me. I suddenly saw myself in the mirror, and could not believe it. I was stunned. I saw the same latex covered female that now looked 9 months pregnant and ready to give birth, especially with wide open legs and a torso like that! It was hard to believe it was me! I stared at my swollen pussy, my bulging lower abdomen, my flaired out hips, and my huge womb, so obvious and overbearing. I closed my eyes as the five young men walked over to me. One squeezing my ankle, the other poking at my thigh. I then heard them talk, and it all ran together for me. “I thought she was sexier from further back”, “me too”, “she’s knocked up, that sucks, I thought my girlfriend was pregnant once”, “I like how you can see her pussy lips”, “no way, that camel toe pussy is nasty”, “you would fuck her though”, “no I wouldn’t, that is nasty”, “I’d fuck her”, “you would?”, “yeah, in her ass. Too bad we can not see that”, “it is probably fat anyways”, “I’d still fuck her in the ass”, “what about her tits?”, “I’d put my dick between those too”, “no, I mean do you like those?”, “yeah, but I like them bigger”, “yeah, me too”, “so do I. I like some big melons, she needs some implants”, “then she would be hotter”, “She looks like a slut anyways, especially in that pose”, “yeah, a cheap little whore, who some guy is would abuse”, “I’d still like her legs wrapped around me, they look nice”, “she does have nice legs”, “her hands look nice”, “her hands? Why?”,  “Nice for jacking me off!”, “you asshole”, “you ready to leave?”, “yeah, I seen enough”. I was stunned at the comments. Those young, horny, ignorant guys did not know how bad they just hurt me feelings. I was defenseless to comment back. I started to wonder what I had never heard people say. So many times I was told I could be a model, but that was a different look, not like a tied up pregnated whore. Would I look better with bigger breasts? Was my pussy so ugly besides being swollen? I was thinking way too much into the critiquing as I hung here for all to see and judge.

 

I looked to the front of the store and saw a woman walk in, go behind the counter, and give Roger a kiss on the cheek. He smiled back, they exchanged words and he picked up a set of keys. She resembled Roger and I wonder if it was his sister? I wondered what was going on next, as Roger said a few things to he, and walked out the door. How could he leave me like this? I saw a man and a women approach the counter. It was a couple I had not seen in the store before. The man pointed back at me, and they all three looked straight at me. They made their way through the store and now stood below me. The man said, “I think this is totally erotic and amazing. This has to be one of a kind”.  I realized it was Roger’s sister after she said, “All my brother’s works are. No two are alike and he tries to keep them as real as possible.” The woman spoke up and said, “So this girl is modeled after someone?” Roger’s sister said, “I know he said his latest creation, which is this, is modeled after a most beautiful woman”. I wondered if Roger actually said that? The man spoke up saying, “I think she is very pretty, and very sexy, and I think she looks fantastic pregnant”. The woman then said “her muscles are so well defined, her neck and shoulders so slim, and her chin and high cheekbones I would kill for!” They all laughed and I saw Roger’s sister grabbing the folded ladder and open it in front of me. Roger’s sister said, “you have to get a better look, and feel”. The woman walked up the ladder and the man approached me. The man squeezed my toe and then moved his hand up squeezing my foot almost massaging it. He said, “I think she has great feet too”. The woman said, “That because you just have a foot fetish”. He replied “yeah, but hers are perfect. I can imagine her in a pair of stiletto strappy heels”. The woman grabbed my breast under my nipple and on each side and gave them a hard squeeze. She then grabbed my upper arm, and squeezed hard again. That one actually hurt, and said “What is this made out of? It feels to real”. Roger’s sister answered, “Like I said, his works are very life-like”. The woman asked, “what is this thing in her mouth?” I thought to myself, this is the tube I breath with, but the filter is what is stopping me from getting rid of Roger’s cum dump and I wish you could taste it lady. Roger’s sister answered, “it might be some fetish thing, like a ball gag.” The man said, squeezing hard on by arched  foot, “this has to be a size 6. How much is this?” Roger’s sister said, “I don’t see it marked, but I am sure it is for sale at a fair price”. My anxiety builded as I never thought I was part of the store merchandise for sale! The woman asked, “well how much do you want for it?” Roger’s sister answered, “I am sorry, but I am not sure how much he is selling this for”. The lady climbed down off the ladder.

 

The man looked at his partner and said “Do you want it?” She nodded, and he looked at Roger’s sister for her some response. Roger’s sister said, “Well, you have always been great customers here, and I am sure that Roger wants a decent price, and one you would pay right?” The man said, “Money has never been an object for what we want, you know that.” Roger’s sister smiled, nodded, and asked “you definitely want it?” The woman quickly answered, “we do”. Roger’s sister excitedly said “it is sold then!” They all laughed. I was in shock at what just happened. I seriously doubted Roger had intended this. I was not for sale! I breathed harder through the tube, getting more nervous. My mind wandered back to this huge inflated rod inside me. I wondered how my skin had withstood the stretching? That thought was ended when I overheard Roger’s sister ask the eager couple, “so we can consider this deal done?” They both said ‘yes’ at the same time. Roger’s sister smiled and said “very good. It’s yours. I am sure you can settle up with Roger later. Did you intend to take it home tonight?” Wait! I am not going anywhere! Home?!? Whose home?!? My mind clouded and I could not believe this was happening! The man said, “We brought our box truck to leave with something interesting tonight. Can we get it in there?” Two single gentleman, that I did not even notice, came over said “we can help you load it”. Roger’s sister said “Ok. Let’s do it! Be careful everyone, we don’t want to damage it”. I felt them lifting the frame off the hooks. Once more I tried, and failed to move my body, to to do anything to stop this from happening. My world suddenly turned as I was taken off the wall and turned on my side. I watched the racks and merchandise pass before me as I was carried to the front of the store. Where was Roger? I needed his help right now! What would I do? Where was I going? I imagined being taken to their house, and hung in some kinky dungeon. They might never know that I was trapped in this creation. How long could my womanly organs take being stretched to their limits. I noticed the throbbing pain increase slowly from being invaded this unnatural way for so long. Would my last breath be taken through this tube?

 

I felt cool evening air through the latex as we were outside, everyone cooperating to get me to my new destination. I was laid flat and slid into the back of an empty box truck. I stared at the roof as I heard the doors swing shut. Everything went dark. I closed my eyes and wondered where I would be on display next.

 

 

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The front door unlocked and Roger came in. He smiled and said, “I am glad you decided to come for day two”, as he walked to the back of the store. He smiled and said, “I guess I did not scare you off after last night? You decided to still keep your promise of not quitting?” Amanda said, “I told you I am not a quitter, and I hope that curiosity does not kill the cat”. No pun intended to the cat suit reference. Roger arrived at Amanda and noticed she had put on the cat suit from the previous day. He noticed new accessories, different than the on the previous day. He said, “nice gloves, and I see you found the heels I got you”. Amanda also did not have the corset on from last night. Amanda initially thought the corset was fun and erotic, but after a few hours she could really feel the pressure of it pushing against her, and did not want to deal with any pressure that day. Roger said “you won’t be wearing that latex outfit, but latex is definitely the theme for tonight. Amanda wondered what he meant? He probably meant another latex outfit he had. They stood there in a moment of silence staring at each other, and Roger barked out, “are you going to take it off?” Amanda responded quickly by peeling it off herself and dropping it to the ground. Roger said, “Thank you. We have much to do before we open.” He walked over to an open area in the back of the store and Amanda followed, noticing a new 6’X8’ piece of very thick plastic with a metal frame around the edges. It was lying flat on the floor. It looked like an oversized picture frame. Roger handed her a few pictures to look at. Amanda had never seen anything like this before. Roger said “They are pieces of abstract art that I have made sold, a few times, to some customers. They are like a 3D picture. I take a rubber, very detailed, life like mannequin, dress it in pieces of lingerie, fetish wear, or just kept naked, and put it in a pose. I cover everything in a sheet of very strong, soft, and extremely stretchable latex I clamp the trim pieces around the outside of the frame, and it seals the outside of the latex sheet against the frame making it air-tight. I then connect a vacuum to the valve embedded in the sheet and suck out all the air. It is similar the way they vacuum pack food. It makes an erotic, large piece of art to hang on a wall.

 

Roger then said “as for tonight, let’s get you ready”. He came up behind Amanda and put a thick ball gag in her mouth, and quickly fastened it behind her head. Roger said “I have no time to listen to any questions or complaints tonight. We will need all the time we have before we open.” Amanda was now ‘literally’ speechless. He handed her a black corset with a silver ring hanging on each side. She put it on and he pulled it tight and tied it, displaying her Victorian figure now visible again. Four adjustable straps were then handed to her. Each had a silver ring attached to them also.  There were two for her wrists and two for her ankles. He helped her snap on the one-inch wide, round-studded wrist straps, and then the two identical type straps around her ankles.  Roger then said ‘lie down on the frame. Lie on your back and look straight up. Amanda got down on the frame and had her arms at her side and her legs together and wondered what was the point of this now? Roger said ‘OK, now spread your legs apart.  Spread you arms above your head now, in the spread eagle position.” Amanda was curious as to what was next, and felt very vulnerable and naked, with her legs spread wide, wearing only the corset and straps. Roger said, “don’t move”. Amanda did not move at all, and felt him go around to each wrist and ankle and do something, but did not feel him attach the clips to her wrists and ankles. They came out of the frame and she never saw them when she had laid down. He had just fastened the two corset clips when she tried to move her arms and felt them restrained. Amanda pulled at all four attachments and tried to move her hips but it was pointless. Surprised, she looked up at Roger and her eyes said, ‘what’s the idea behind this?’ Roger said “You are already a fantastic model, but now I am going to make you a work of art.”

 

Slight panic set in, as Amanda was helpless and lifted her head to watch Roger go down between her legs. He held above her, a lubricated, very slim, strangely shaped 16” dildo that was only about 1” thick. It looked more like a piece of stiff hose with a penis tip. Roger put the tip of the dildo against her pussy. He said “I am going to slide this deeply in you now, are you ready?” Like she had any choice? He said, “here it goes”, and Amanda felt it start pushing in into her moist young hole. She tried to moan through the ball gag and felt herself getting hotter as he did this. She felt more of it slide in and heard Robert stop pushing and say “that is 3 inches”. He then pushed deeper into her love canal and stopped saying, “that is about 5 inches.” Roger moved the dildo around inside her, getting her wetter as she moaned and squirmed, an orgasm building and seconds away. The anticipation of the night had brought her to this point very quickly. Amanda arched her back off the table, the board, her mind racing, and listened to Roger give a ‘play-by-play’ of his how much she had taken. He pushed the dildo deeper into her and the blood rushed to her head as she started sweating and tried to scream through the ball gag after wave after wave or pleasure came over her in a huge orgasm. Roger moved the dildo around inside her again causing spasms of pleasure that had built up and were now subsiding. Amanda then felt a sharp pain as he hit into her cervix, which was obvious noticeable to him by the way she suddenly jerked her wrists and ankles against the restraints. He stopped and said, “you took about 8 inches and bottomed out. Too bad.” Big surprise there she thought!! Amanda lifted her head and looked toward him and saw the other half of the toy sticking out of her. Roger then said “I have another 8 inches to go, I am only ½ way there.” What?!?! He could not be serious!!! It was as far as it could go! Roger said “I am now going to push this through your cervix into your womb, the reverse path of childbirth. It may be painful at first, but it can be done.” Amanda tried to bring her legs together but her ankle bonds prevented that from happening. Amanda screamed to no avail through gag, trying to get him to realize this was insane! Roger began the test. A sharp pain in her lower belly made her throw her head back and her chest in the air, as he pushed. He pushed against her female organs, as they tried to stop him from going beyond that point. She pulled at the straps again looking for some miracle, but she was locked. The pain became more of intense and shot through her body. Tears in her eyes, she slobbered around the ball gag. Amanda had never felt pain like this. Every muscle in her body tensed up. Roger worked it in slowly, trying not to damage anything, and to follow what he learned from all his research on the internet. Amanda felt like she was on fire inside and got a lightheaded feeling. She tried not to pass out and to fight through the pain. She stayed awake, but her body suddenly went limp, giving up the fight. She lost the battle giving up inch after in of her womanhood to Roger’s assault. The final stop for the cock tip was deep in her belly, and she felt it resting there. She moved her torso around, what little bit she could, and is positive that he penetrated the way he wanted to. Amanda felt the shaft in her womb, the place she had intended to keep untouched until the right time of having a baby grow there. Roger said excitedly, “Incredible, it’s all the way in! I knew I was right, that I could push through your cervix canal into and into your uterus. I knew it! I hope the pain was also pleasurable for you. The whole entire thing is gone and inside you”. Amanda laid there sweating, breathing rapidly, with her arms and legs numb, feeling the overwhelming pain subside, and begin to turn into more of inner pressure and throbbing ache that continued unnerving. Roger came over and knelt beside her, removing the ball gag. He said, “don’t say anything”. Amanda could not speak from the ordeal anyway. Roger said, in a concerned way, “You are OK down there. It was possible for your body to take it deeper than you ever thought. I have broken through one of those walls that you thought impossible. You did it”.”

 

Roger then unclipped the corset rings and removed the corset. He then lifted Amanda’s hips with one hand and she saw him pull something out of his pocket. It is a small, silver, egg-shaped object, and he held it up for her to see. He then reached down and pressed the cold metal egg between her cheeks and against her tight asshole. He held it there, pressed against her tight hole and then pushed with 2 fingers. Amanda’s muscles tightened to prevent the intruder from entering. Nothing has ever been in that tunnel before, as she is a virgin there. With a little more force, the egg opened her up, and she let out a loud moan that went on until she was out of breath. Roger pushed until she swallowed it all, her muscles closing around it. Amanda felt the cold steel egg work its way up inside her, up her tight anal cavity, her muscle spasms helping it, from what was going on in her other canal. 

 

Roger looked up at the clock on the wall noticing opening time closer, and he started to rush. Amanda lifted her head slightly to watch Roger near her feet, as he started to roll a precut piece of black latex over the frame and over her. It felt very thin and durable, like he had said. Able to slightly speak now, even though filled, she asked “how high are you going with that?” Roger said “all the way to here for right now” and stopped at her neck, just above her young perky breasts. Roger said, “this sheet has a few precut pieces and additions to it. I have added two small holes for each nipple, a breathing tube, and small mesh eye-holes so you can see out, but your eyes will not be visible to anyone. Amanda felt the latex roll over her face, as she closed her eyes and felt the breathing tube come to her lips. She took the snorkel tip end into her mouth, wrapping her lips around it. Amanda’s eyes opened and she stared through the small mesh eye-holes. She saw Roger attach a hose to a nozzle built into the latex sheet. The hum of a motor was be heard from under the sheet, and Amanda and noticed herself breathing heavily through the tube. The high-powered vacuum starts sucking all of the air out from between the frame and latex sheet, sandwiching her body in the middle. It was incredible, but in no time, the latex sheet started pulling against her, holding her down. Amanda felt the latex stretching over her and filling every curve and contour. She keep her head straight, and wondered how her mind could have drifted from what still lied buried in her most private womanly organs. It felt so deep within her, and so unnatural. The latex continued to stretch, filling every possible space, and stretched thin to allow every accent on her form to be seen. Amanda came to her senses when the motor stopped. She tried to adjust herself and could not. She was totally immobilized, shrink-wrapped and suctioned to the frame, not able to move even the slightest bit. 

 

Amanda just stared at the ceiling and noticed Roger kneeling beside her. Her nipples, under no pressure, protrude through the holes, the only skin visible.. Roger went to work on them immediately. Amanda glanced down through the eye-holes, as far she could, and saw Roger leaning over her black encased body. He had plastic nipple covers, which looked like pasties that an stripper might wear. They were very pointy and a silver cord hung from the tip of each. Roger said “These have micro-transmitters built into each, and the cord triggers a switch, like a lamp”. He used a heavy contact cement to fix them to her nipples. He pulled the right nipple string. A shock and pinch startled Amanda, and the overhead light above the bare wall behind them turned off. He pulled the cord once more, and the light turned back on. He then pulled the left nipple cord and another shock went through that nipple. The minute it did, she felt the metal egg that was buried in her ass start to vibrate and pulse. It sent shudders through her and she felt herself get hot again. Roger put his head to her stomach and felt it. He said, with some surprise, “‘wow, I can barely hear or feel the vibrations”. Probably because it was buried deep in my bowels, Amanda thought. He pulled the string again, giving her another quick pinch and the vibrations stopped.

 

The latex blanket has been suctioned into every possible area and it defined Amanda’s young attractive figure very sexually. Her bald pussy was incredibly defined as the latex revealed every bit of her lips, hole, and mound.

 

Roger knelt down above Amanda’s head, looking at her helpless and well-defined body. He looked at her shapely body, admiring her curves and saw how perfect it was from the combination of genetics, her age, her diet, and all her exercise. He was pressed for time before the store had to open, but could not resist giving her something in the only hole that remained. He pulled out his cock and stroked it above her face. Amanda saw his balls swinging and dancing in front of eyes. Within minutes, he held his cock over the opening in her only lifeline and came down it. He stroked it and made sure every last drop got down the air hole. Amanda felt the hot semen hit the back of her throat. She tried to swallow quickly, as he shot burst after burst, but count not, because the latex was so tight around her neck. The pressure caused her not to be able to swallow, but continued to allow her to breathe. Roger heard her yelp as she realized she could not swallow, but she also did not choke. Amanda made sure she kept the cum in the back of her mouth, and tried not move it around at all. Amanda thought to do this so she would not choke. A huge wad now rested in the back of her mouth. A thought came to her mind about just spitting it back up the tube. Roger had just finished putting his now soft member away, and quickly pulled something out of his pocket.  He screwed it on the end of the breathing tube. It did not affect Amanda’s breathing, as it continued without interruption. Roger said “this is a filter which will continue to allow you to breath normally, but it is a type of high tech baffle material. It filters sound waves that pass through it. You can scream, moan, or make any other sound, but no sound will come out the other end. It is amazing but very fragile, so do not think of trying to spit that mouthful I left you back out through the tube. It could clog it up, and that would be very bad news.” Amanda eliminated that idea of spitting, and decided that she would be forced to hold a mouth full of his cum once again until 2 AM.

 

Roger took the frame near Amanda’s head. He lifted it, with her attached, and dragged it back, propping it up against the wall. He worked it up the wall, getting it into an upright position. Amanda now stared out across the store. He then lifted it once more, getting it caught on hooks embedded in the wall. Amanda now became a picturesque hanging on display, about four feet off the ground. Amanda hoped she was suspended well, or she would give new meaning to the phrase ’falling flat on your face’. Roger rolled a large mirror across the room and positioned it in front of her. Amanda witnessed what was done for the first time, and was in awe. She saw herself, spread eagle, the only thing against the large, empty wall. She thought about how she had the form of a human bug splattered against a windshield. Amanda observed how the latex showed every defining feature. It was like a snapshot of the exact position she was in when the air was sucked out and was wracked with extreme pain. It was evidence by her hands and feet. One hand was in a tight, clenching, fist position, and the other had fingers spread wide open. One foot had her toes pointing at the ground, arched, like a ballerina position, and the other foot pointed up but with toes curled under.  Roger said, “look down if you can.” Amanda did and saw him put down a black mat in front of her. Roger said, “there is a pressure pad and transmitter in the mat. When someone comes over to admire you, you amazing work of art, and they step the pad, it will slightly and remotely inflate the pussy toy hidden inside you”. Roger took a step forward and stepped on the mat. Amanda’s body shivered as she felt the 16 inch dildo slightly swell starting at the base. Roger said, “don’t worry, it takes a half minute or so to reset, and you only get one burst even though someone just remains on the mat.” I was glad as he stood on the mat, and did not step off. Roger said, “Something else not to worry about. The toy will only get so big and stop. It is failsafe. We can not have you exploding through the front of the picture.” Amanda wondered what his size definition of ‘it will only get so big’ was? She noticed the clock on the wall, it was now 7:00 PM. Roger said, “for your sake, I hope it is a slow night.” He then walked to the front door to open the door. I wondered how many people were waiting outside. Amanda then wondered a few things. She wondered how many visitors the store would have tonight? She looked at herself in the mirror, and wondered how many guy would find her attractive enough to take the time to get a close up? She had always gotten looks, whistles, and compliments from guys who obviously found her attractive, and that was not as revealed as this. Amanda realized now that her model figure had become a ‘double edged sword’.

Roger opened the heavy shuttered windows, and Amanda could not believe what she saw. Roger was happy to see all the business tonight. The storefront was crowded with men waiting to get in. Amanda looked into mirror at the cords hanging from my sensitive breasts then down to the lonely mat placed in front of her. Roger greeted the customers as they entered, many of them regulars. Her eyes went back to the door when she heard a man say to Roger, “That pony girl was great last night! I brought a few friends tonight to see what other new additions you might have.” Amanda closed her eyes and heard a different voice saying, “What is that hanging on the back wall? I have to definitely check that out first”.