continued for part two Part Three It was by now dark and the air smelled of rain. Kate was unfamiliar with where the cans were or how to work the locks atop them. When Kate came back from the backyard she saw Paul draping two large rubber garments over the kitchen chairs and a duffle bag at his feet. “So, nice and full? How about a walk to work it off?” He held up the one garment and Kate could see that it was something like a rubber poncho. ...

The Doll Factory 11: Metamorphosis AmyAmy Machine/f; F/f; D/s; latex; bodymod; doll; rebirth; replicate; cocoon; cons; X continued from part 10 Part 11: Metamorphosis I wake up prematurely to see a figure looming over my sleep pod. I assume Kaiser has returned as he suggested he might. Quickly, I’m up and on my feet. There’s no way I’ll be accused of being slow to carry out his orders this time. Once I’m standing, I realize that it’s not Kaiser: it’s Jared. Immediately a smart mouthed hostile comment springs to mind but I push it away. Whether he’s here to help or harm me, I can’t afford to antagonize him now. I wait quietly for him to explain his purpose. ...

“And what,” Gina asked, “is that?” Holding out the mass of rubber in his hands, Jeff grinned. “It’s a training suit.” Gina eyed the shiny black mass doubtfully. “Looks like a diving suit to me.” she said sarcastically. “Oh, no,” Jeff declared. “It’s something special. I designed it myself, just for you.” “Oh really?” Gina’s eyebrow raised. “Really,” Jeff replied. “You’ve been talking about working out, getting in better shape, and this suit will help you do just that.” ...

(story continues from Gai Shift - Pit 16: Sakujna) Chapter 17: There and back again Special note: this is the final chapter of “Pit”, and a long one at that. Have someone bundle you up and make you comfortable, and settle in as we conclude our strange tale. Life kept changing for Tameran, seemingly for the worst, but overall for the better. The cheerfully plump golden-haired girl had thought she’d be happy as a village witch, even though she’d been on the bottom of the coven totem pole. The arrival of Megan had offered hope (if only that there would be a witch lower than she). But that, of course, had all gone to pieces that night Tameran had tried to capture the other witches and keep their collectively-supercharged staff all for herself. In the end, she’d bumbled into one of Zelda’s protective spells and found her rounded pink body instantly wrapped in itchy magiced straw. With the dawn, the gypsy Tameran had commissioned to cart off scrawny, trussed Zelda had found her instead. And into the cart she’d gone, for weeks of suspension bondage and subservient degradations. ...

(Author’s note) Jennifer’s Journey was a fictional story, written about 10 years ago by myself. It was a scene that I had always wanted to try for real, and on New Years Eve 2009, I was finally lucky enough to be able to recreate the story with a girl who had read the story and was keen to recreate the scenario with me. Of course, trying anything like this has its risks, and I would not recommend trying this without weighing up what can go wrong and planning for it. Our first attempt to do this before Christmas was postponed because the weather and driving conditions made it too dangerous to try. Fortunately, conditions were far more favourable on New Years Eve and lighter traffic minimised the risks involved. Of course, there are things that you can get away with in fiction, which in reality fall in the too difficult category, but I tried to stay as close to the original principal as I could, especially in respect of the level of restraint employed. ...

Part 1 God, how I hate New Year’s Eve parties, everyone trying to have a good time at any cost. I’d rather be home in my jammies watching some trashy movies and waiting for the ball to drop so that I could go to bed. Jen, Kati and Rebecca insisted that I had to go. We were all between significant others, as we liked to say. Actually Jen was between marriages, waiting for her second, or was it third, divorce to become final. What a sorry bunch, but we were managing to have some fun, mainly by cutting on everyone else at the party. ...

continued from part 5 Part 6: Sunday-Rain Rumbles Yesterday afternoon it had been hot and humid with the temperature over one hundred degrees and the humidity close to that. The clouds started gathering late in the day and by ten o’clock the temperature had dropped maybe ten degrees. When we went to bed I had put my six-inch hobbles on and Jane had locked my hands together and put the chain to my cock ring on me. I was getting to where I kind of liked this arrangement. Jane put on a long tee shirt for a nighty and we turned in. About midnight I woke to thunder rumbles in the distance and the pitter-patter of light rain on the roof. I woke Jane and we went to the front door, turned on the street light, the light switch was inside the cabin, and watched the rain falling. We could see reflections of lightning on the clouds. Jane said, “Let’s walk down to the beach and see if we can see the lightning strikes.” ...

This story contains adult content and should not be made available to minors or be read by anyone who is offended by sexual materials. Feel free to repost this story as long as it is in an appropriate place for the content and as long as this disclaimer remains with it. As long as Jenny could remember, strange things had happened to and around her. She had been in and out of different research facilities, both with and without her consent for the majority of her life. Jenny it seems has certain telekinetic abilities.. Not only did she seem to have the ability to move things, Jen could also alter stuff and manifest things from thin air. The problem was she had absolutely no control over when and what she affected. The ability seemed to be more connected to her subconscious mind than any thoughts she was aware of making. As soon as something happened, she always recognized it as that thought that kind of floated in the back of her mind. On more than one occasion, she had awoken to something she had produced from a dream or nightmare. Luckily, anything that truly terrified her simply disappeared the moment she freaked out. ...

(Dedicated to Carol. The perfect older woman). To anyone passing the shop the scene would not have seemed too unusual, two Mannequins motionless and silent, being prepared by a young shop assistant. The girl was young and very beautiful, dressed in skintight red latex pants, a matching black and red trimmed T shirt and cute high heeled sandals. Again that was not too odd, after all it was a fetish shop, not that old one up by the station, but the new one, in the centre of town, you know it, the one that used to be the boutique. ...

(story continues from Trip to the Carnival 4) Part Five I am here upon the final bidding stage. The presenter is talking about me like I am the hottest play toy on the planet. I am getting anxious and I hope my new owner treats me better than the hell training I went through over the past weeks. As I am being described there are videos being presented of my training including the previous tryout sessions. Then as the final video of me in the cage I was in earlier is played, a variety of bondage equipment is brought up onto the stage for me to be locked into. I then am walked over and I am locked onto a horse bench and my arms and legs are locked into place. I instinctively raise my head so there is total access to my awaiting mouth hole. The presenter expresses how obedient I am with anxiousness to have my face fucked. He calls upon the audience to see if there are anyone that would like a personal demonstration. This seemed out of the ordinary since the only testers before now have been current bidders. A group of young adults shout and holler for their friend to give me a try. This young man comes up onto the stage and is asked his name and age. I learn that it is his eighteenth birthday today and is also a virgin. This made the audience laugh a little. He is then asked if he wants to fuck my face or fuck my pussyhole. He gladly wants to fuck my awaiting face. He strips down and he gets erect extremely fast and you can see his precum just ready to drip. The announcer tells the young man to get his precum cleaned up by my tongue. He then walks over and sticks his medium sized cock into my face and I stick my tongue out and I cleaned the precum off like a champion. This I know made him even more excited as more precum came dripping out. After I had cleaned off the precum he was told to go ahead and fuck my face any way he liked and not to worry as I have been trained properly to breathe. He proceeded to fuck my face slow then fast for a minute and then I could tell he was about to blow his load. He shoved it in as hard as he could then I felt what seemed like a good ounce or so of cum shoot down my throat and as he pulled out of my throat he squirted even more into my mouth. He pulled out all the way and was getting ready to leak onto the stage. The announcer yelled at him to get me to finish the cum out of him. After I had sucked out the rest of the cum he asked the announcer where the bathroom was because he had to piss really bad now. Laughter came from the announcer and told the young man that if he wanted to he could use my pussyhole as a toilet for the next demonstration. I could see he was puzzled and walked behind me and tried to stick it in soft, which didn’t work too easily but he got it in me. A moment later I felt the warm stream of piss shoot into my bowels and started to moan instinctively and the microphone was put in front of me so the audience could hear my moans of pleasure, or actual misery. This made the entire audience cheer with pleasure. He pulled out and a butt plug was put inside my pussyhole so I would not leak any of it. I saw someone bring over the penis drinking unit that I had to drink from while I was in my cage earlier and I could only imagine what was next. How wrong I was. A pitcher was put behind me and the butt plug was pulled out and I was told to slowly release my piss enema. I did my best as I was told and I was able to fulfill the request. The penis drinking gag was put into my mouth and a clamp on the hose was clicked and I watched in horror when the piss enema I just received was being poured into the funnel. After the pitcher was empty the young man was asked to release it into my mouth.. It flowed slowly into my mouth and it was one of the vilest things I have ever had to endure, I would rather of had the bowl of cum on the one demonstration night. After I had finished of my drink, the final bidders were now able to give me one final test drive if they so chose to. The slave boys had fun fucking my face and fucking my pussyhole while their master whipped my back. You could hear the whipping noise throughout the entire hall and my moaning sounds of pain and pleasure where again being amplified by the microphone being shoved in my face. After they both came on command of their master they were told to clean up after each other. The one slave that was behind me moved in front of me and twice versa. My pussy hole was being cleansed by the slaves tongue; let me tell you this was the most enjoyment I had since I was allowed to eat that pussy a couple weeks back. The other slave started to help clean out cum that was in my mouth as well. This was the first time I could feel my trapped penis trying it’s best to get hard as this was very pleasurable. After they were done there was one last tester out and it was the girl slave that I hope and pray wins me. She wanted the penis add-on demonstrated. I was unlocked from the horse and this penis attachment was put on me, it was great to actually see a penis, even though it was fake, down where mine was trapped in plastic. She herself put a strap-on on herself and we were then positioned in a way the she could fuck my pussyhole and she would be fucked in the ass. She went to work on me like she had done this a thousand times before. Her screams of excitement overpowered my moans of pleasure. Her master wanted to get some action to while she was doing her work. He stuck his cock into my mouth and I did as I was taught to and sucked on it as he partially fucked my mouth. No sooner after he came into my mouth she came as well. He made her clean off his cock and the crowed murmured in disappointment as they wanted to see me the main attraction clean it off. After she had finished cleaning her master, I was made to clean her strap-on and clean her as well. I loved this and my excitement surely told everyone I loved it. I can’t believe I am almost happy about being this fuck and suck doll soon to be owned by someone in a dungeon or something else. After the cleaning was over I was to sit back down on the couch and the final bidding proceeded. The bidding went up to $225,000 and by $100 the slave girl won me. This made me have butterflies in my stomach and I was happy with joy that a girl would own me and not some guy. I also could not believe that bids would exceed $100,000 because not even Real Dolls cost anywhere near that much, but I am alive inside and they are not so I guess that’s what made the difference. After the auction was over I was taken into the backroom ready to be packaged up for delivery. A white flower dress was put on me, something similar to what you’d see at a wedding, and white tights and black shiny shoes were put on me. A practice feeding cock was strapped onto my mouth and I could tell the feeding cock was filled with cum, I was told it was from a majority of the attendees that were in the audience and I should have my fulfillment of protein. I was then made to stand against some cardboard and some straps came through attaching me to the cardboard. I then saw a box slightly bigger than me with my pictures and description of the fuck n suck doll all over it with a clear plastic window on the front. I was actually being packaged up like a real doll would at a toy store. My new owners soon arrived after my packaging was finished. A dolly was brought over to transport me to their truck so I could go home with them. I and my box were wheeled out to their truck and I was lifted up and was strapped to the bed of the truck standing up. A few straps were put into place so I would not fall over. As they drove off I could see everything from the back of the truck including all the traffic on the highway and everyone driving could see me inside the box. My cum feeding gag wasn’t emptying as fast as I had hoped, there must be at least a gallon of cum in that thing or something since it hasn’t been finished and we’ve been driving for over an hour. They pull off onto an exit and drive down some inner city streets then down a side street. They finally pull into a driveway and I believe they have reached their destination. I am then escorted into the house and brought to her room. I see many sex toys and other dungeon style equipment in here and I try to smile with glee but with the feeding gag in you can’t tell anyway. As the girl opens my box up her master brings in a round pedestal which looks like a big doll stand with a collar and hook in the middle. There is also a rod that goes up half way that comes from the center of the pedestal. I am then carried over to the pedestal and my feet are locked down to the base and the collar is locked onto my neck. The middle hook goes around my waist and is tightened up making me more or less immobile much like a doll would on a smaller display. The slave girl grabs a box for her master and opens it up and I see some dildos inside of it. She carries one over to her master and he goes behind me fiddling with the rod and to my surprise the dildo is hooked up to it and shoved into my pussyhole. The master walks around and looks at me in the face and tells me to blink once for slow and easy or 2 blinks for fast and hard. I blink once so I do not get abused like I have been over the past weeks. A switch is flipped and I am now being fucked by a machine and it goes in and out of me 4 times every minute. A plexiglass covering with holes on it is put around me so I am on display like a true collector’s doll. Before a door is closed on me my feeding cock gag is removed. The door closed and locked and a tiny little display light is turned on above my head. The girl talks to me through the plexiglass and says ‘Pleasant dreams and we will have more fun tomorrow like we did earlier today!’ And with that they both left the room and shut off the main light and I am left alone on display with many sex items in the shadows to look at and to ponder my new owned future. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 9 Chapter 10: A Late Night at the Studio The next morning Jessica once again awoke to her loyal servant having drawn the curtains open, flooding the expansive room with the morning sun. Nothing about the routine differed from that of the previous days, save for maybe the redhead having a little more spring in her step after being provided with a direct lesson on the benefits of satisfying her assigned Mistress. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 10 Chapter 11: Caught by Taffy! Jessica quickly crouched as the florescent lights in the ceiling came to life and flooded the room with their harsh, white glare. She expected the door on the opposite side of the rectangular room to suddenly open and have security personnel pour towards her. Jessica’s heart started to race as she began to steel herself for a fight. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 11 Chapter 12: She’s Got That Glazed Look… Brulée led Jessica through several hallways in the expansive underground complex, the whole time telling the tale of ‘Crème Brulée’s ascent’ through the art and cooking worlds, of her favorite inspirations, and particularly of Brulée’s favorite subjects. Clearly Brulée was relishing the chance to act as master instructor to Jessica’s seemingly willing curiosity. As they arrived at another set of doors, Brulée reached into the pocket of her apron/lab coat and entered another key sequence into her ever-present phone/remote device. Hitting the ‘send’ button released the locks and the two white doors slid open revealing what Jessica realized was yet another set of workshops. There were alcoves lining one entire wall, six in all Jessica counted, all lined with some type of grayish material. Jessica could see some technicians working by the far alcove. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 12 Chapter 13: Death by Chocolate Jessica couldn’t help but consider Brulée’s statement as she continued to move ever deeper into the bizarre world Brulée had brought her into, consider just what Brulée had planned and just how Jessica would respond to it. The battle had been joined in Jessica’s mind; would she respond as an unwilling victim or, as she had seen with Bobbi Brennan, a more than willing and eager participant? ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 13 Chapter 14: I Love Little Marshmallow Chicks Jessica sat on the ‘bed’ in her cell, trying to process everything she had seen during her tour of Brulée’s candyland. And despite Brulée’s obvious penchant for egocentricity and outright sexual perversion, Jessica couldn’t help but be enticed by what she had been exposed to while in the candy queen’s clutches. Brulée’s technologies offered an entire new world to Jessica; one of complete, total, helplessness and domination. If it wasn’t for Brulée’s potential for abject cruelty, Jessica could find herself enraptured by the possibilities of this fetish candyland. But after having to intervene in Cardinalli’s situation, Jessica had to commit herself to putting an end to it, regardless of how much the images presented to her inflamed her passions and slicked her inner thighs. ...

LEGAL NOTICE: This is purely a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. continued from chapter 8 Chapter 9: Can I Get a Little Help? Jessica had helped Heather back to her quarters and directed Heather’s maid to draw a warm bath while Jessica’s maid was assigned the task of fetching something for her to eat and drink. As near as Jessica could determine, Heather hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in several hours. Jessica then went to her quarters to retrieve the small toolkit from her ‘black bag’. Jessica had attempted to remove the silver cuffs and collar from around Heather’s limbs and neck but had been unsuccessful. “I will inform Madame’s assistants that they need to remove the appliances.” Jessica’s maid commented to her before she left for refreshments. ...

Good afternoon ladies and welcome to this meeting. I hope this venue meets with your approval this hotel bar is both public enough to allay your fears of meeting a stranger and private enough in this booth for us to talk in the strictest confidence and the fact there are 2 other ladies here in the same situation as yourself should make you all feel more comfortable. So let me introduce myself my name is Mistress or Miss Q don’t let the name fool you I never make mistakes there’s a good reason for me taking this name which I will get too later. Let me introduce you to each other in alphabetical order and you are sitting in order as well on my left is Amber in the middle is Beatrice and on the right Carole. ...

continued for part one Part Two Slowly she began to stroll around the yard, taking careful note of where the poison ivy was located. Kate had no intention of doing any gardening. But in her black skintight outfit she but did realize the cover dark, still hours away, could provide. Kate decided she should look into a head lamp of some sort so she could garden at night, away from her neighbor’s prying eyes. As she moved around the yard she luxuriated in the feel of the suit sliding over the lubricant, her sweat, and her juices. She stirred up some mosquitoes, but realized she had absolutely nothing to fear as it was virtually impossible for them to get close enough to her skin to bite. ...

The Doll Factory 10: How to Program a Doll AmyAmy Machine/f; M+/f; D/s; latex; bodymod; doll; electro; bdsm; replicant; oral; sex; cons/nc; X continued from part 9 Part 10: How to Program a Doll At last the dream begins to fade. I’m inside the cocoon, squeezed tightly inside it and surrounded by some sort of warm liquid. There aren’t really any sensations apart from the feeling of being constrained by the pressure of the cocoon and the weight of liquid. I can’t feel myself breathing, the temperature is perfect, and the only sound is the heavy rush and whoosh of fluid: womb sounds. Like a fetus ready to be born I can feel something is happening and change is on the way. ...

(story continues from Alice & Amanda 5: Surprises) Part 6: Birthday Girl The day had just begun and it was already very clear about what it would include a lot of. I was tightly fastened to the headboard of the bed and my legs were forced wide open with ropes secured to the posts at the foot of the bed. I was sitting up since my hands and torso was tied to the metal bars on the headboard. We were celebrating my birthday and the tradition was set in stone. It meant that Amanda would be my top for the entire day and I’d enjoy submission that would include as many orgasms that I could take and administer to her. We had taken a few weeks off on playing beforehand so we were both primed and ready. It also gave time for Amanda to plan things out very carefully and hopefully get some new ideas for the scene. ...