Gas on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Amanda's Story

Sun, 13 Jan 2019 00:00:00 +0000

For a million or so years since man evolved from either fish in the sea or mere microbes from the earth or, indeed, from some faraway planet, the female has, even today, been the lesser/weaker of the human species; but came the time when that “weaker” and long-down-trodden species grew stronger, not so much physically but mentally, even in those countries that steadfastly kept their womenfolk under the thumb and foot.

The Wrong Room

Mon, 09 May 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Jess was waiting in the darkness for the owner of the house to leave. She was wearing all black and was standing behind a wall of trees and brushes. Jess had everything she needed to break into the home. She knew the owner was going out tonight and would be gone for a number of hours. It that time, she could break in and take whatever she could. Unless it was nailed down, it would be going with her. Jess was a good thief and had already robbed a couple of homes in the area. The lights started going out one by one as the owner got ready to leave. He left through the front door and locked it behind him. He double checked it and walked off into the night. Jess watched him walk away from his house and left his home isolated. It was a easy target as she waited a few more minutes in case he come back. Once Jess was happy it was all clear. She headed for the back door. Jess quickly picked the lock and disabled the alarm. She was in. Jess soon find a roll of money and a gold watch it was a good start. She was looking for small items first as she walked around the house. A macbook pro laptop and a go pro camera soon find themselves in her swag bag. The house was huge and looking in each and every room was taking time. She found some silver rings in a bedroom and was starting to think about how long she had left.

Red Room

Sat, 06 Feb 2016 00:00:00 +0000

Jess was a reporter for a nothing local newspaper in Southampton. But she was following a story that could land her a job in the big time and make her a hero. She had heard rumours about a secret house by the sea that was used as a torture room. She had spent the last week looking for anything which looked out of place. And she may just have found it. A very old and run down farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. But a white van and black car had been parked outside for the last two days. Maybe building work was being done on the farmhouse. But no tools or equipment could be seen. Plus it was dead silent in the area and that was very odd for a building site. Something did not seem right about the farmhouse and she needed to have a better look. She had been watching and taking photos for a couple of hours, before it got dark.

The Captured Cat 2: The Procedure

Fri, 20 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Chapter 2: The Procedure

“What the fuuuu-“ you stammer as you come round. The bright light of the dental lamp is shining in your eyes. You see the dentist and his black haired nurse standing beside you. Your head is swimming with the gas, the room still spinning. You are dimly aware of a numb pain in your mouth, an ache in your jaw and an itching pain in your backside. Your pussy feels moist and stretched.

The Captured Cat

Sun, 08 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter 1: The Appointment

It is a busy life you lead, the manager and CEO of a prosperous advertising agency in the city. You have worked hard and fought every step to become this successful and powerful. You have had to be ruthless in your dealings, being a strong leader and a hirer and firer of many people.

Many people work under you and you have always believed in leading from the front. People respect and trust you and your management, your decisions and your instincts as a woman in business.

Customization Corner with Ms. Mackay

Fri, 08 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

She slipped the half-eaten chicken on rye sandwich into the folded Telegraph someone had left on the seat beside hers, and dumped the greasy parcel in the first waste paper basket she passed as she got off the train. An elderly fellow glared at her as if she was doing something quite incomprehensible for him, and she nearly gave in to the sudden impulse of picking it up again just to see his face when it ended up on his lap. Feeling simultaneously edgy and sprightly like a teenager, with a digestion fit for a woman during her first trimester, was only one of quite a few telltale signs that spring was on its way.

Sealed, Constrained, Recycled 16: Descent into Torment

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from chapter 15

Chapter 16: Descent into Torment

In the morning after a good night’s sleep between latex sheets within his cell the slave reported to the Mistress after showing obsequence to her by kneeing and placing his helmeted head on her rubber booted foot.

“Mistress, the subject is progressing well, in the last 24 hours there has been little physical activity apart from that expected from the input of the programme and his response to it. It would seem that he is now deeply confused and has lost track of both time and where he is. The earlier struggles noted already on the trace where the subject fought against his containment have passed, as have any contact with the reality of his situation. The auditory input has been gradually increased over the time he has been within the inflatable body bag to the point where it is now almost constant; both when he is asleep and conscious. It is clear that he now has accepted the messages contained within the programme believing that they are his own thoughts. In 6 hours he can be moved to the floatation tank and the second part of the programme begun.”

Sealed, Constrained, Recycled 17: The New Regime

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from chapter 16

Chapter 17: The New Regime

“Right slave I believe it’s time to release my slave”. This was not a question rather a rhetorical statement. The slave fearful of any perceived challenge from him acquiesced to the statement and deferentially replied,” Of course Mistress, at once”.

“We shall need to sedate my slave before releasing him. Then we can load him onto the trolley and return him to his cell where he can gradually come to. Your Master has told me that my slave will have no recall as to what has happened to him over the last 11 days; they will just not exist in his conscious mind, the conditioning will be total; he will be a completely re-educated slave.”

Sealed, Constrained, Recycled 7: Breathe Deeply

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 00:00:00 +0000

continued from chapter six

Chapter 7: Breathe Deeply…

Assembling the cylinders, compressed air, in one, pure oxygen in another and Entonox 50/50 nitrous oxide and oxygen in another to stand beside the shelved stainless steel trolley with the CO2 scrubber and ventilator. Assembling the breathing control system took over an hour. The many corrugated black rubber hoses had to be connected in a myriad of ways with control valves each requiring familiarisation. There were clear concise instructions to follow. The manual on Entonox, oxygen sedation and titration had been read by the mistress earlier.

Rubber Breathing Therapy 2

Tue, 13 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

continues from part one

Rubber Breathing Therapy Continues

I could hear myself breathing I was beginning to regain consciousness, I was totally relaxed, a relaxed and calm state that I had never experienced before. The sound of my breathing was intense, I attempted to open my eyes they felt like ton weights and I struggling to focus. I was lying in a hospital bed, I groped at the bed sheets and realised they were made of rubber, I lifted my hand to my face and cupped the oxygen mask I was wearing. I tried hard to focus. I could see curtains drawn all around the bed, I concentrated straining my eyes, they too were made of rubber. Suddenly memories came flooding back, the overwhelming feeling of being suffocated. I began gasping for air, in the panic I unnoticeably pulled the rubber bed sheets over my face. The rubber sheet sucked against the oxygen mask smothering me. “Nurse!” I shouted out in a blind panic.

The Back-Page Ad

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Brad Palmer came from a working class background and had to hustle for everything he got. As a 3rd year law student at Northwestern he had already accumulated an astronomical sum in student loans. He had been working weekends as a waiter and had spent his previous summers working two jobs. This past summer he had landed an unpaid internship with Cox, Langley and Schmidt, one of the most prestigious firms in Chicago. This was a boon to his career prospects, but had made his financial situation all the more precarious. So it was with some interest that he came across the small classified add in the underground city paper, one Thursday evening.

Rubber Breathing Therapy

Sun, 07 Aug 2011 00:00:00 +0000

I sat there staring, out of focus, almost subconsciously at the line of traffic in front of me, the same line of traffic I stare at every single day. Sometimes I even think the queuing order of the cars is the same. I recognise number plates and silent strangers also sitting, staring into oblivion, inching along to their mundane 9 to 5’s. I sit there, I feel other drivers cursing me, jealous of me, jealous of the fact that I am sitting in the same queue inching along but I have a better badge staring at them. The badge stares at me from the steering wheel, a badge that the dealer said “would make driving a pleasure“, costing as much as an average mortgage I had high expectations. Do I move any quicker? No. Did it make me feel any better? No. The only thing it gave me is hatred and envy from others for owning this badge. I began to wonder if this was it, was this what life was all about?

Adventures in Rubber

Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

Chapter Six

Part 14

(Mandy)

“I have something very special in mind for you, dear,” muttered Dodds to himself, as he unlocked Mandy’s door.

For a moment, he stared appreciatively at Mandy’s rubber-covered form, held immobile by the dozens of straps stretched out from her legs, arms, head, and torso. He watched in silent appreciation as she shifted slightly, trying to relieve the strain in her limbs and waist induced by the fiendish bondage suit. A faint moan issued from the thick red rubber helmet.

The Further Training of 'S' 6: Every Breath you take...

Sat, 04 Dec 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 5

Chapter 6: Every Breath you take…

Entering the training room ‘S’ was handed over to the Trainer. Lizzie left the room to return to her duties.

“So we meet again, I am instructed to attend to your training and that is exactly what I am going to do. Now over you go to the examination couch. Lay on it and put your legs into the stirrups.”

‘S’ noted that it was not her favourite Trainer who was to deal with her knowing that he would give no leniency to her in any way.

Turmoil 10: Under the Influence

Wed, 24 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 9

Chapter 10: Under the Influence

Although the hour was still early, the stars were already twinkling in the sky, and near the reddening horizon a white crescent moon was shining like a bright scythe. Autumn was soon turning into winter, and the fresh air felt frigid and damp in her face as she tried leaning out the small window to watch the blue hour colour display. There was something saddening about how the whole world fell silent waiting for the next spring, but as long as there was enough light you could always enjoy the divine canvas with all its magnificent colours.

Turmoil

Sat, 13 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000

continued from part 4

Part Five

Chapter 9: Impiety

Like a little cluster of colourful gnome-like beacons, the children were standing around the puddle without treading in it in the downpour from leaden skies. One of the bigger boys used a long twig to prod what looked like a deformed piece of freckled fur lying in the shallow, muddy water; and the audience surrounding him paid little attention to the car approaching like a stealthy shark melting into the autumnal backdrop in different shades of grey.

Jessica Darling 10: A Late Night at the Studio

Thu, 18 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000

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.

Diving For Dollies

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Liang looked out over the boat’s stern and marveled at how calm the water was just one day after the fierce tropical storm that blew through the area. Pieces of driftwood floating by were the only indication of the turmoil from the previous night as the yacht Liang was on bobbed up and down gently on the waves. She stood staring out at the tranquility for several minutes before going back inside the yacht to her cabin. Liang took off her cotton top and shorts followed by her underwear which she laid on her bed. She then put on a very revealing one piece blue swimsuit that left her breasts bare. Liang looked down at the picture of her husband Bob and smiled as she thought over the events of the past week. She had come home one night to find him in bed with what he thought was another woman. The look on his face when he jumped to his feet and she saw that what she was another woman was in fact one of those inflatable dolls was priceless to say the least. He had spent the the next two days trying to get her to forgive him and had arranged for the two to fly down to his private island for some fun in the sun. However, right now, Bob was on the island talking to the manager of one of his companies back on the mainland. If there was a failing of Bob’s, it was that he spent far too much time doing business and not enough having fun and taking time to enjoy his wealth. As Liang went up on the main deck of the yacht and headed towards the stern, she resolved that today she would have fun and later on they both would have fun if she had to fire his laptop and cell phone into the ocean. The dark haired beauty strapped a knife and scabbard to her right leg and put a set of swim fins on. Liang then strapped an air tank on her back and fitted her diving mask over her face. She took a long look towards the home where Bob was in on the island before sitting on the edge of the boat and dropping into the inviting ocean water below. Once underwater and properly oriented, Liang fitted her breathing device into her mouth and slowly descended into the depths of the ocean where she slowly swam aiming a powerful underwater flashlight at the various sights that interested her. She saw many species of fish which she had only read about in books or seen in ocean documentaries. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought she saw a large shark on the edge of her field of vision swimming in a circle. She mentally sighed in relief when the shark swam off without moving close to her. Liang felt an intense sense of pleasure as she swam lazily around the pools of fish and coral that was visible in this relatively shallow ocean area. She felt the pleasure growing stronger by the second accompanied by a general feeling of lightness that seemed to be spreading through her body. After several more minutes during which the feelings intensified, Liang decided to head to the surface slowly as she figured she was experiencing the ’ bends’, an ailment common to divers who ascend or descend too quickly. Once she reached the surface, Liang swam over to the yacht and slowly climbed the ladder dangling on the side of the boat. When she stood on the deck, Liang abruptly sat down for a few minutes breathing deeply from her air tanks via her mouthpiece until she felt better. She then took off the air tank and mouth piece before taking the wheel of the yacht and slowly steering it to shore. When the yacht was moored, Liang stepped out onto the deck carrying her swim fins while leaving her air tank behind on the boat. She walked the length of the dock a little unsteadily as the feelings she had experienced underwater returned as strong as they were before. The black haired beauty decided to walk along the edge of the beach for a while until the feelings passed.

To Serve And Be Dollified

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 00:00:00 +0000

It was quiet outside the massive Fuzzy Wuzzy theme park save for the sounds of the rides creaking slightly and scrap paper being blown around by the breeze that blew through the otherwise deserted entertainment area late on a summer night. The flickering neon light above the locked entrance gates illuminated a mostly deserted parking lot with no sign of activity anywhere. Seconds later, the quiet was shattered by the roar of powerful motors as ten vehicles drove into the parking lot at very fast speeds. Overhead, three jet black helicopters came into view shining powerful searchlights into the interior of the amusement park. As the ground vehicles came to halt, numerous figures poured out of them with voices emanating from all around. “Squad # 1, open up the gates. Squad # 2, follow number # 1 into the park and neutralize any visible opposition. # 3, 4 and 5, I want you to approach from the other directions of the park but do not enter until you hear from me to do so. # 6 and 7, establish a perimeter here and coordinate any air support we may need. Everyone else, stay sharp and prepare for deep penetration., " Delilah, head of the CAT squad, called out to her latex clad subordinates who immediately moved into the requested positions. At the same time….. Herschlinger ran his hands down the smooth plastic form of his favorite item to admire and caress. Jane Steele had been a thorn in his side in the past particularly when his bases in Europe and South America were destroyed in raids led by her and those wretched CAT squad bitches. However, she had been betrayed by a colleague and been transformed into an inanimate display mannequin. As the evil criminal mastermind traced his fingers across the glossy breasts and over the blemish free shoulders of the dummy, he wondered if he should bother inventing an antidote to reverse Jane’s condition sometime in the future. “Hmm… maybe after my plans for world domination have been achieved, I’ll change her back just to show her how the world has changed. Of course, I could just have her disassembled and sold off as parts to window display managers. Decisions, decisions… " Herschlinger muttered as he continued to look over the contours of his prize. He was debating what to dress the mannequin when he heard a cough emanate from behind him at the far end of the room. Herschlinger turned to see a subordinate, dressed in the red uniform for the intelligence section, standing in the doorway with a slightly reddened face. “Ummm.. sorry to bother you, sir, Herschlinger, but there’s a disturbance at our West Coast facility. Several vehicles and airborne units are in close proximity to it with our surveillance cameras picking up numerous individuals approaching on foot from three different sides. Do you have any orders with regards to our people at that base or in the area?” the man asked his superior, who quickly got down from the oversized display case and walked over to a nearby desk which had several active computer monitors sitting on it. After tapping on one of the keyboards rapidly for a minute or two causing several images to flicker on the monitor in front of it, Herschlinger turned to his subordinate with a stern look on his face. “Notify the base to activate the special defense force and tell them to lock down all entrances to the base. Contact the base chief and tell her I want to talk to her NOW!” the criminal mastermind barked at the trembling man in front of him. The subordinate hurried off to carry out his orders leaving Herschlinger to stare at the images flickering on the computer monitor. Meanwhile…. The doors swung smoothly open and three members of the CAT squad silently moved forward into the deserted park. After twenty feet or so, the trio squatted down next to one of the many booths that lined the area next to the rides. Flipping down their night vision goggles, they looked around for anything out of the ordinary that would indicate their presence had been detected. The squad leader Bonnie looked towards the northern part of the area and saw several figures moving towards them though the shapes indicated they were no more than a foot or so tall. Motioning to the squad behind them to fan out to the right, Bonnie turned to her squad members Lisa and Diane and gestured via hand signals to prepare for a fire fight. The two squads silently checked their weapons to make sure they were ready before advancing up towards the center of the park. They had reached the halfway point to the center of the park when they heard noises emanating from the left and right of their positions. Peering around, they saw the bizarre sight of what appeared to be stuffed animals moving towards them on both sides. Knowing that Herschlinger often used appearance as a camouflage to lethal weapons, Bonnie motioned to the others to begin fire in five seconds at the approaching toys. Exactly five seconds, a barrage of lethal gunfire erupted from the CAT squad’s location centering on the advancing stuffed toys. Almost instantly, the toys were destroyed by the attack sending bits of stuffing everywhere on the ground in the air. However, at that same moment, the ground behind them exploded from the impact of a missile hitting it. The squad members turned to several giant stuffed giraffes lumbering towards them with what looked like missiles in their mouths. “TAKE THE GIRAFFES DOWN!!!” Bonnie yelled to her fellow CAT members as she pulled out a hand grenade and hurled it towards the menacing toys. Seconds later, several grenades followed hers and the lethal giraffes exploded sending showers of fur and bits of metal everywhere. However, before the women could resume their maneuvers towards the center of the park, the squad on the side opposite were hit from above by a large amount of what looked liquid white caramel. Before the women could react to the spray, it hardened almost immediately creating a bizarre black latex/white caramel tableau. “CAT Squad 1 to Head Pussy… kittens are down.. we need reinforcements now! Repeat.. kittens are down..!” Bonnie yelled into her walkie talkie as she scrambled for cover from the caramel missiles along with the squad members that were still mobile. Outside the park….. “Damn!” the blonde haired CAT Squad leader who was known as Head Pussy shouted when she got Bonnie’s message of coming under fire. She sprinted over to one of the vehicles that were under her command, an armored personnel carrier (or APC for short) where one of the Squad reserve members sat ready at the wheel. “I want all vehicles to be ready to go into the park on my signal! I’m signaling the choppers to go in for ground support now. Once they do their strike, be ready to move!” Head Pussy yelled out to the driver and the vehicles around it. She then motioned one of her subordinates to bring her mobile communications link over. “Attention, all CAT Squad leaders! Proceed into the park and lay down suppression fire on any targets that become visible. Squads 4 and 5, move towards squads 1 and 2 without delay and get them out of the line of fire. If anything inside looks out of the ordinary, take it out! Move in now!” the Cat Squad leader exhorted into the headset mike. She then made a circular motion with her right hand to the idling choppers followed by a gesture towards the park. Head Pussy watched with satisfaction as the choppers took off majestically towards the enemy positions followed shortly thereafter by loud explosions going off around the park. “I love the smell of burning cotton candy at night…” she muttered as she watched the night sky light up with flash after flash…. Below the park…. The shower water flowed across the auburn haired woman’s body trickling across her pert bosoms and down her lithe body. Since Jill Williams had secured herself financially by turning traitor against her former CAT Squad employers, she had journeyed to the four corners of the globe on various tasks for her new employer Herschlinger. At the present, she was assigned to oversee this relatively minor base of the criminal mastermind. After a day or two at the underground base, Jill realized that the only thing remarkable about the base was that it was being used to store large quantities of the Dollmaker chemical in liquid form. Jill had been notified of Herschlinger’s ultimatum and knew her former CAT Squad comrades might trace some of the chemical back to the base so she put her forces on high alert status and deployed Herschlinger’s unusual elite guards above ground. BOOM!! The shower stall reverberated with the vibrations of explosions on the surface level causing Jill to drop her soap as she struggled to maintain her balance. When she stood back up, the monitor that was built into the shower wall had activated on its own and the grim face of Herschlinger stared at the nude body of Jill with no reaction whatsoever. “Mr. Herschlinger… I was just going to contact you… it seems there’s a bit of a disturbance in the theme park. It’s probably just some teenagers with firecrackers. I’m sure it’ll…” Jill started to sputter before falling silent by an angry gesture from her boss. “That little ‘disturbance’, as you call it, is your former employers attacking the park with a small army and firepower to back it up. I would suggest you marshall your forces together and prepare for the siege that is coming…. oh, and maybe get dressed at the same time,” Herschlinger said while stroking his pet cat Ramses, who looked far angrier than its’ owner. Before Jill could reply, the screen went dark with the organization logo of a capital H with a silver dagger depicted going through the center and the backdrop of a green Earth and pyramid appeared on the screen. Just then, another loud explosion rumbled through causing dust to fall around the dark haired woman as she grabbed a towel and started wiping herself off. Jill walked over to her nearby bed where she quickly strapped on her newest acquisition: a black leather panty of sorts with silver studs that covered her pussy completely. She then headed over to a nearby console to talk to her lieutenants before heading out into the fray. At that moment…. The ferris wheel went up with a mighty BOOM!! followed quickly by the merry go round as the choppers hovered overhead. Head Pussy, who had moved into the park as the action proceeded forward, ducked into her vehicle temporarily as bits of plastic horses rained down around her. Once the debris cleared away, she stepped back out and moved to the area where the CAT Squad members first encountered resistance. She saw some of the technicians were at work with laser torches carving through the caramel that had entombed several agents earlier. As the leader moved forward, she saw her trained agents moving quickly to the edge of the crater where ropes were being thrown down all around the edges and stun grenades were being lobbed into the interior. Shaking her head at the carnage, Head Pussy moved over to where one of the Cat Squad leaders was standing directing her members in support fire. “Get your people inside the base as quick as possible, Agent Franklin! I don’t want Herschlinger’s people to get a moment’s chance to release the contaminant into the surrounding neighborhood. Make sure all your squad members have their XN29 guns fully loaded and remember to keep moving forward at all times. I don’t want anybody getting pinned down and hassled by the base troops. If you spot Jill Williams, I want that bitch alive….. do NOT direct lethal fire towards if she is sighted. Best of luck, Franklin!” the Cat Squad leader said to Bonnie, who nodded in understanding. Seconds later, the black latex clad women started rappelling downwards as Head Pussy stood a short distance from the opening as flames shot upwards from inside it. Looking around at the carnage and the stream of people running in all direction, Head Pussy hoped that the base could be captured with minimal bloodshed and it would lead her one step closer to stopping Herschlinger once and far all….. 45 minutes later….. A grey metal door slid open and Jill Williams staggered inside the room coughing loudly as she did with the door closing behind her. She quickly stepped out of her torn and mostly destroyed clothing leaving her naked save for the black and silver leather panty and belt combo she wore across her waist area. Looking at a monitor that projected a close circuit camera feed from the main area of the base, Jill saw the battle for base was all but over. There were unconscious and dead CAT Squad members all over the base but there were many more still fighting and overwhelming the remaining base defenders. Jill saw a silver and black net shoot out from one of the Squad member’s guns that enveloped three of Jill’s troops. A second or two later, all three twitched and writhed from the powerful electrical charge delivered to them via the netting’s circuitry. The three then fell to the floor unconscious as the Squad member moved on shouting to another team mate to ’ start looking for the traitorous bitch Jill! ‘. Jill shuddered as she recalled how she managed to fight off two Squad members in close combat herself before clubbing her opponents into unconsciousness. Looking around, she knew it was only a matter of minutes before her former team mates would get to where she was and take revenge for her part in Jane Stele’s disastrous mission recently. Not bothering to grab a piece of clothing to cover up with, she grabbed a small hand gun and sprinted for the back of the room. The brunette leaned up tightly against a smooth white metal plate so that her face was pressed firmly against it. A few seconds later, a bright red light swept across her face accompanied by low level humming emanating from behind the wall. Jill stepped back and saw a section of the wall slide away revealing a long passageway behind the plating. Hearing people starting to beat on the door leading to her area, Jill stepped into the passageway with a smug feeling that she had escaped her former colleagues’ wrath with ease. Heading quickly down the passageway, Jill quickly got to the end where it opened into a larger area that contained a set of railway tracks leading off in the distance and sitting on the tracks was what looked like a combination of a caboose and monorail car. Nodding in satisfaction, Jill moved to a number pad where she punched in a four digit combination before stepping back and looking towards the vehicle on the tracks in obvious anticipation of something happening. However, to Jill’s shock and disappointment, the combination did not result in a loud BEEP!! accompanied by the opening of a door on the vehicle she intended to escape in but resulted in a loud buzzing noise. Frantically, Jill punched in the combination several more times which only resulted in more buzzing noises. “Damn! What the hell is going on here?” she muttered as she continued to hammer numbers into the pad. Out of the darkness, Jill heard a loud coughing coming from an unseen source. Picking up the gun she had put on the ground, the woman looked around quickly but saw no one in the immediate vicinity. Jill was going to walk over to the track mounted car to see if she could force her way inside when another cough became audible to her followed by a familiar voice. “Miss Williams, I’m afraid that no matter how much you punch numbers in or beat on the escape door, you won’t be leaving from here anytime soon….” the voice said with a serious tone that was accompanied by the sound of a cat hissing. “HERSCHLINGER!! What the hell is going on? Are you responsible for blocking my leaving the base so I could report to you what my troops did wrong in defending it? Why? " Jill called out in anger towards the voice. “Your troops follow the direction of their commander and that direction has been haphazard to say the least. If you had paid more attention to intelligence pointing to this raid instead of spending time at the organization’s health resorts, we might not be having this conversation right now,” Herschlinger said with an icy voice. “You’ve blocked my escape for failure here and left me to fall into the hands of your enemies. That’s not fair!” Jill shouted paying little attention to the odor of sweet flowery perfume that was filling the area she was in. “What’s fair is what I decide, Miss Williams. I always believe in accountability and you are accountable for this disaster. As for leaving you to the tender mercies of your former colleagues, I’ve decided that’s exactly what I’m going to do though a demonstration of my power will accompany you,” Herschlinger said with an evil tone to his voice. “What…. what are you doing ?….” Jill said faintly even as she started to hear noises coming from the secret passageway she had come through. She slowly raised her gun in her hand to a ready position although it was like swimming through molasses as far as her thinking was going. She finally smelled the sweet flowery smell that filled the area though she still didn’t associate it with anything dangerous. Jill tried to move towards a corner but found her legs refused to respond to her commands. Raising her head, she saw her skin was rapidly changing from the usual flesh colored look to an artificial glossy look devoid of any imperfections. Jill saw seams starting to appear on the side of her legs and arms as if her body was composed of pieces of latex and rubber sewn together by machinery. She started to feel a general sense of lightness sweep through her consciousness as if her whole body was filled with nothing but air and she was floating off the ground. Strangely, these changes didn’t alarm Jill in the slightest as a sense of erotic based euphoria swept through her body. She could feel her whole body tingling as if it was being stimulated by outside forces she couldn’t see. Jill would have moaned out loud in pleasure but it didn’t seem important at all right now. “You see, I’ve decided the best way to make an example of you is to expose you to the Dollmaker gas which will turn you into a very realistic but very inanimate love doll. It’s a shame I can’t witness the process in person but I have no doubt the CAT Squad fools will be impressed,” Herschlinger said with a long and evil laugh. “NOOO!!… " Jill screamed weakly before her ability to talk vanished along with all movement and her breathing. She could feel her pussy stretching and contorting as it became composed of the same material that the rest of her now was composed. She saw, by her reflection in the vehicle she desperately wanted to be in, her breasts form into twin rigid mounds of plastic capped by bright pink areolas and small pencil sized nipples that stood in a permanently erect manner. Jill saw her mouth form into an ovular shape much like her pussy and anus no doubt were now. She felt her teeth and tongue melt away as the interior of her mouth became a soft rubbery sac inviting probing by anyone who so desired. “A LOVE DOLL!… A DAMNED LOVE DOLL!…. I’LL GET YOU HERSCHLINGER… IF I EVER BECOME HUMAN AGAIN, I’LL GET YOU AND YOUR DAMNED CAT !!!!…” Jill thought to herself as she bobbed slightly back and forth with only the heavy boots she had on preventing her from falling to the floor. She could only now wait for the base invaders to find her and decide what to do with her in her present form…. 2 hours later…. Head Pussy looked at the immobile doll body of Jill Williams lying inside a large van on a metal table. The doll had been stripped of it’s few garments as well as the gun in it’s right hand and was lying there with it’s arms sticking straight up bent at the elbow at 45 degree angles. If the agency head didn’t know better, she would swear that this, and the two CAT Squad members who were unfortunate to also have been transformed into love dolls when they stumbled into the passageway Jill had been though, were just lifeless sex toys. Shaking her head, Head Pussy stepped out of the van and closed it tight before turning to a waiting aide. “Get the two Squad members who have been changed into inflatable dolls back to the lab for analysis and possible ways to change them back. As for the traitor….. deflate her and put her in storage next to the other evidence we accumulated against Herschlinger. If we find a cure to this diabolical evil thing, remind me to get her changed back…. maybe…” she said as she saw the evac helicopters taking off with the wounded and dead. “Wherever you are, Herschlinger, I’ll get you soon….” the CAT Squad leader muttered with a look of determination visible on her face. Her subordinates nodded as the fire engines arrived on the scene and the light of a new day broke on the horizon….. Elsewhere…. “Are you sure, Mr. Herschlinger, that you want this message sent to the CAT Squad agency saying you no longer plan to threaten the world with your weapon and that you’ve destroyed all the gas? " the portly Asian man said to his boss , who was petting his cat Ramses. “Of course, Mr. Taji. I want the CAT Squad members to feel they have succeeded in stopping me. Of course, they’ll continue to look for me and the gas but it will allow me the opportunity to go looking on my own terms…. Ramses and I need a vacation after all… somewhere warm I think…” Herschlinger said while jabbing his finger towards an island on a map before him. “After that, I think I’ll find a replacement for Miss Williams… at a salary that isn’t quite as inflated…” the evil crime lord said with a mighty laugh that went on and on for several minutes….. To be continued…..

Batgirl vs the Professor 1: The Hunt Begins

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Part 1: The Hunt Begins

Barbara sat on her bed, her laptop on her thighs and several papers surrounding her but at fingers reach if needed. Having ate a light supper after arriving home, she stripped off her modest blue heels and deposited her simple blue & gray dress into the hamper, leaving her in her lacy bra, pantyhose and half slip. Here she felt comfortable doing her reviews.

“Time to go to work, Charlie” Barbara said as she closed down the laptop computer and slipped in into the bag. The hard drive was heavily encrypted, so Barbara was confident that even if someone did break into her small, two story brick home and get past the elaborate security system, the data on the drive was more than secure. The papers, no longer needed went into a small cross cut shredder and became fuel for the two sided fireplace that faced both her dining and living rooms below. The fire died out a few moments later.

Batgirl vs the Professor 2: Meeting the Professor

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from Batgirl vs the Professor 1: The Hunt Begins)

Part 2: Meeting the Professor

Batgirl had no idea how long she was asleep. Things came back in fuzzy at first, but she saw nothing. In times past she had heard the cracking laughter of Joker or Harley Quinn when she was coming out of one of these stupors. Sometimes she felt the caring touch of Batman or Robin.

Or the erotic touch of Catwoman and her kittens.

Flying High in the Sky

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

Lisa sipped her glass of champagne as she stood pretending to listen to a short, chunky guy drone about the fortune he had made in the adult film market. As the man droned on and on about how he was making more money than 90 % of the country’s leading CEO’s, she silently glanced around the room for the man who had invited her to the party and its host: Gerald Falkington.