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Hi,

I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't
really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to
repost the stuff I have.

There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who
have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were
originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them
first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever
increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups.

The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage
orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a
little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't
be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the
stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still
apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post
which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do
NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else,
know).

I hope you enjoy whatever I do post.

Bye for now. 

Anakha
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From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: TG: "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!)
Date: Sat, 10 Jun 95 14:59:38 -0500
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I had been ruthlessly transformed from Cynthia's husband into a
perfect latex echo of Roxanne.  Cynthia looked carefully at me, a
helpless exotic woman, a deeply tanned skinned creature sitting before
her.  Cynthia smiled, she had done her horrible work perfectly.

Oh and love, if you know who you look like, well then you might as
well answer to your new name.  From this second on YOU are Roxanne de 
Channel.  You must be, you look exactly like Roxanne, you have
Roxanne's tits, cunt, ass and face, your dressed completely in
Roxanne's hot, sexy clothes, your wearing Roxanne's long silky wig, so
from now on, you are Roxanne."

Oh my  God....I tried to shake my head "No".

"And you will be Roxanne for the rest of your life."

As I tried shake my head, I felt the silky smooth caress of the long 
beautiful tresses caress my shoulders.

"Now Roxanne, my sweet sexy French slut, lets finish getting you
dressed, you have got to be a perfect whore if your going to get a
nice thick cock to fill that hot little pussy of yours."

Cynthia fastened the wide black leather belt around my tightly
corseted wasp waist, doing what I thought impossible, she pulled my
waist even tighter and smaller. Next came, long dangling gold and
diamond pierced earrings were put through my both the latex ears of
the full head mask and my own ears beneath, the gold collar I had
planned on making Cynthia wear went instead around my neck, hiding the
tiny seam were the mask joined the neck of the latex body I was
encased in .

Then Cynthia left the room for just a few seconds.  When she returned
she held a pair of gleaming gold prick spurs which she quickly
fastened to my black leather booted ankles and heels. Completing my
outfit, the tight, thin black leather gloves were smoothed on over
both my latex fingers with their sexy, long blood red nails and the
sleeves of my white leather dress. I tried to move my helpless leather
gloved hands, and found my range of motion to be limited.

Cynthia smiled, "Roxanne, you will be able to eat and drink with a
straw because there is a small hole in the gag.  But as you will not
be able to talk until I have molded your mind into that of a slut.
Until then, I'll be your only means to survive and communicate. Time
for a booster shot to soften your will even further."

I tried to stroke my wife's arm with my black leather gloved hand,
tiny pleading whimpers tried to escape my lips. Suddenly there was a
sharp sting at the base of my neck again and in a few minutes I found
that I could move again, but only ever so slowly. My will having been
sapped, the tight grip of the latex skin actually helped support my
every movement.

I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. The long wild mass of
red-golden curls that misted the long dangling golden earrings, my
actual eyes indistinguishable under the high arched brows and long
feathery eyelashes, the pouting blood red lips, the creamy coffee
colored skin that set off the gold around my throat so well, the
beautiful face of a sexy, gorgeous woman.

As I stared at the reflection, I realized the perfection of Cynthia's
work.  Nobody would ever be able to tell that under the stunning skin
tight white leather dress, under the tight black leather that belted
my tiny wasp waist, under the gleaming black leather of the spiked
skyscraper heeled boots with there glowing golden spurs, there resided
the body of a man.

No one would ever believe that there was a man inside, concealed in
the sweet latex body of a hot, sexy, beautiful bitch.  The lie of
Roxanne's ravishing whore's body, the narrow waist, sexy ass, huge
firm breasts with their stiff erect nipples that were clearly outlined
under the soft, clinging white leather of my dress. Above it all the
stunning nymph face was perfect.

Cynthia stood beside me,  "Well Roxanne, my sweet beautiful slave, you
are sexy and sensational.  You know,  we could go anywhere together in
public and know one would ever guess what was inside there. Get used
to it because you'll never, ever change. Your Roxanne, my pretty toy
Roxanne and If you get any ideas of defying me.."

Cynthia walked to the mirror and pressed a hidden switch. Slowly the
huge full length wall mirror opened to reveal a coffin size
refrigerator, a cold damp fog rolled over the floor, "All I have to do
is put you in here and in seconds the soft skin-like latex will harden
and freeze. You won't die but you won't be able to move either."

With that, Cynthia pressed the hidden button again and the door closed
and totally disappeared behind the mirror.

"You will be my complete and total Slave and do what ever I wish! If
not I'll put you in there and no one would ever know miss you.  Do you

understand Roxanne?"

I nodded YES.

"Very well, I have to get something from the car, if you move I will
punish you."

I stood where I was trying you think of some way out of this horrible
fate.  If I could get the mask off, then I could un-gag myself and
call for help!

I walked ever so slowly, the drugs she injected into me seemed to bind
my every move. I went over to the makeup table and reached out my
gloved hand. A explosion of pain lanced through my body. I fell
forward, striking my chin on the edge of the table. Cynthia had
returned!

Cynthia screamed, "Get up bitch, get up, you god damn French cunt."  I
felt her kick me. "I said get up right fucking now or I'll hurt you
again" I somehow managed to get back to my feet and turned to face
Cynthia.

I could see us both in the mirror.  I had expected to see me a
frightened mess. Instead I saw the very same sex kitten face, the same
tight sexy clothes with no outward sign of the unbelievable pain that
had racked my body.  I saw Cynthia suddenly start to back hand me
across the face, I tried to move, to grab her arm, but I did not have
the will to defy her.  Stars exploded in my head.  I swayed wildly on
the soaring pencil thin heels.  I tried to grab for Cynthia, anything
to keep my balance.  I fell heavily into the chair at the makeup
table.  I couldn't move.

Cynthia pulled me to my feet and with  a vicious tone said, "You still

don't understand, do you Roxanne.  You are my slave cunt, a whore for
me to play with.  You will do exactly as I say, when I say it.  You
will do whatever I command, no matter what, now shake your head yes
bitch, do it!"

Slowly I shook my head my pretty little head in agreement. Cynthia
turned and left me standing there as she went to her dresser and
picked up a Sonny Walkman cassette player. Then she went to her closet
and got what looked to be a pair of white plastic sunglasses, the wrap
around style.

"Now since  you want to move around Roxanne, lets see how you like
this."  Cynthia fitted the earphones to the Sony over my ears and
pressed the play button.  My head was filled with the sound of Janet
Jackson. The music was very loud and I wished she would turn it down
but there was no way to do anything about it now.  Cynthia clipped the
walkman to the back of my belt where I couldn't reach it.

Damn her!  Then Cynthia placed the sunglasses on me.  The insides of
the lens's were mirrored!  She could see in, but I couldn't see out.
It was just as if I were blindfolded, but no one looking at me would
ever guess.

Suddenly, Cynthia's voice filled my head louder even then the music,
"Come with me cunt".  The music returned as she took my arm and led me
to a corner of the room and let go of me.

Again her voice filled my head, "Now cunt dance for me, dance just
like a Montreal street slut.  Keep dancing till I tell you to stop."

I began to dance to the music, in place, not moving from where she had

stood me, teetering on the heels, moving slowly because of the drugs.
As I danced, I thought, sure, she'll let me out of this outfit, she
can't keep me in this outfit forever?  Could she? I wondered about my
friends, no she could make up almost any story that they would buy.

There was no one person who might spoil here little plan, my mistress
SuSu.  Even SuSu (her real name was Suk, but she believed SuSu was
prettier, stupid cunt), a hot little bitch that immigrated from
Singapore, I was fucking wouldn't wonder if I didn't show up for
while.  Besides, she didn't even know my phone number, let alone where
I lived.

It seems as if I danced forever, then Cynthia's voice again filled my
head, "You may stop now Roxanne my pet."  The music clicked off and
the earphones were removed.  In a few seconds the glasses followed.
"Well Roxanne, you have on the things that were planed to dress your
sweet submissive wife in so I want you to go to my closet and get some
things for me.  I want you to pick the very hottest, sexy things and
lay them out here on the bed.  Well cunt, what are you waiting for,
get moving!"

I went to the closet and began to remove things that I hoped would
please Cynthia. First I selected her tightest waist cinch, a red satin
one with matching panties and half bra. Then white hose followed by
red satin spiked 6 inch high heeled pumps with 1/2 inch ankle straps.
Next a red satin skirt, knee length and very, very tight.  The top to
the outfit was white satin, peplum waist, long sleeved and impossibly
tight.  Red satin gloves, elbow length and a red satin pill box hat
with a white silk fish net veil.  The final touch was a white fox
short jacket.

I took Cynthia's honey blond "Farrah Fawcett" wig and set it on the 
dressing table.  "Very good Roxanne, now I have a few things to add."

Cynthia went to her closet and brought out a box, just like the box
the first body suit had came from, opened it and laid it on the bed.
"Wait here!"  Cynthia left for a few seconds and then the bedroom door
swung open again.

Cynthia walked in leading SuSu!  SuSu was crying, "Please, what you
do. Why can I not move?  What you do to me?  You let me go, I got to
go work.  Please, you no hurt me, you let me go, I not tell nobody
what you do."

In response Cynthia slapped SuSu across the face, "Shut the fuck up
whore.  Tell the truth!! You have been fucking my husband, right
bitch"

"Please lady, I not know your husband, I not know him."

Crack, Cynthia hit her again, "Listen to me bitch, I know you have
been fucking Richard and Richard was my husband. Now for the last
time, have you been fucking my husband?"

SuSu sobbed, "Yes, yes I fuck him, please no hurt me, I fuck him."

Cynthia smiled, "That's better SuSu, do you like fucking him?"  "Yes,
yes, I like fuck him"  "Would you like to be his wife SuSu?"

"Yes I want be his wife. He say we get married when he leave his
wife."

Cynthia stepped back and looked at me.  "Roxanne, strip SuSu for me
please, every last thing the cunt is wearing." against my wishes, with
no will of my own, I walked to SuSu and ran my leather gloved hand
across her thigh.

"Please, not take my clothes, please, you leave me the fuck alone.
You leave my clothes alone. You get god damn hand off me."

I looked at SuSu's clothes. As always SuSu was dressed like the bar
girl slut she was. SuSu was wearing a tight, very, very tight knee
length magenta leather skirt, tapered slim, that ended just at her
knees, royal blue lace hose and magenta pumps with two inch ankle
straps and impossibly high spiked heels.  As always SuSu had cinched
her waist down to a wasp figure.

To show off her whore's body SuSu had on a royal blue satin blouse,
long sleeved, unbuttoned very low to show off her large, firm breasts.
Over the blouse SuSu wore a leather blazer jacket, now unbuttoned,
that matched her skirt.  A royal blue, wide leather belt with a gold
buckle went around SuSu's waist and royal blue leather gloves covered
her hands.  Around her throat SuSu had a royal blue leather choker,
well not a choker, a collar with a gold studs and small gold D-ring
centered on her throat.

A mid-shoulder length black tightly curled wig covered her own short
black hair.  Long heavy gold loop earrings and a small royal blue
leather purse that hung by a gold chain strap from her shoulder
completed  her "outfit". As always SuSu had way to much makeup on,
bright pink lipstick, dark purple eye shadow, black eye liner, long
false eyelashes, hot pink rouge and thin penciled brows.  God what a
hot bitch outfit, she looked just like the whore she was.

I reached out and took the purse from her helpless shoulder and laid
it on the bed.  Just as I had been, SuSu was helpless to resist, but
just I had been able to speak, so could she.

"You give my purse back, you take hands off me, who you think you are.
You nothing but a slutty bitch!"

I pulled the magenta leather blazer off her shoulders, down off her
satin sleeved arms, over SuSu's helpless gloved hands.

SuSu looked at me with pleading eyes, "Please lady, why you do this to
me?  You leave me alone, please?"

As she spoke, I pulled her blouse out from her skirt and began to undo
the tiny pearl buttons.

"No please lady, you can no do this, you get in trouble. You leave my 
clothes alone!" I pulled SuSu's gloves off, unbuttoned the blouses
cuffs and pulled her blouse off. Underneath the blouse SuSu wore a
magenta corset with royal blue trim. The corsets half bra left her
golden brown 38DD breasts free, her inch long nipples hard and stiff
with terror.

SuSu had started to cry, "Please you leave me alone, please. I just
whore, that's all, please.  Why you do what she tell you? You help me,
I make you feel good."

I unbuckled the belt and pulled it free.  While she pleaded so very 
prettily I turned her and unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and pulled
it down around her ankles.

SuSu's voice was filled with terror now as I turned her back around, 
"Please, please, you not undress me any more.  I got money in purse,
you take it all, just no undress me.  I make you feel good.  You like
me eat you pussy? I eat you real good.  You stop I eat you both.  I
love eat nice, sweet lady's cunt"

I sat SuSu down on the bed and pulled the skirt off and laid it
besides all of SuSu's other things.  I pushed her back on the bed and
unbuckled the ankle straps to her pumps, then slid the lovely, sexy
high heels off.  All SuSu could do now was whimpered "No please, no"
over and over.

I unhooked the four garter straps from the royal blue lace hose and
pulled the hose carefully off of the long sweet legs, the legs I used
to love to feel warped around my back as my cock pounded into her hot,
tight ass.  I rolled her over on her stomach and undid the wonderfully
tight magenta satin corset, and pulled the magenta satin string bikini
panties and laid them on the bed.  With my hands gloved in leather it
took some doing but I finally got SuSu's earrings off, followed by her
choker, gold chain bracelets (two on the left, one off the right
wrist) and her gold chain necklace with a heart shaped charm.

I stood SuSu back up, her back to both Cynthia and myself.

Cynthia smiled, "Very good Roxanne my pet, now turn our naked little 
Singapore whore around."

I hesitated, trying my utmost to regain control over my actions.

Cynthia raised her voice slightly. "Now Roxanne, go back to SuSu and
let me see her, oh and darling, when you walk, walk like the whore you
are,  do that for me please."

Totally loosing control I turned, straightened my shoulders to trust
my breasts out,  and with a sway to my hips that was almost a
strippers bump and grind, I walked the five steps to where SuSu stood,
unmoving, crying softly.  I took SuSu's helpless shoulder and turned
her to face both Cynthia and myself.

Tears marked her pretty face, her firm pert breasts with their stiff
pretty nipples, her narrow flat waist that lead down to the V between
her leg where her thick, sweet amber satin cock and cum filled balls
hung between her soft silken thighs.

Cynthia, still dressed in her jeans and tee shirt, walked over to
where we stood.  Cynthia reached out and took SuSu's penis in her
hand, "Well SuSu, what's this between your legs?  Well slut, answer
me!"

SuSu whimpered "Please, you let me go, I never fuck your husband
again, you please let me get dressed and leave?"

Cynthia slapped SuSu hard across the face, "I asked you a question
bitch, answer me you fucking little tramp!"

SuSu was in tears, "Please no hurt me, no hit me again.  All I do is
let fuck husband, why you hurt me like this." CRACK!  Cynthia's savage
back hand knocked SuSu back on the bed, then reaching out Cynthia
twisted a handful of SuSu's short black hair and dragged her back to a
standing position.

With a evil smile and a truly vicious tone said, "You still don't 
understand, do you stupid fucking piece of shit, when I ask you
something, or tell you something, you tell me what I want to know or
do exactly as I told you. Now what is that thing between your legs
whore?

SuSu sobbed.  "It my cock,  please you hurt me so bad.  I got cock
between my legs."

Cynthia pulled SuSu's hair harder, "But pretty girls don't have cocks
SuSu, why do you have a cock SuSu?"

"Because I she-male", SuSu breathed, "I she-male whore. Please you let
me go.  I have girl friend I live with, she know I come here.  You not
let me go, she call police.  I no tell what you do me, Please, Please
you let me go home."

Cynthia didn't answer, she sat SuSu down on the bed and opened the
box.  I watched in horror as my wife lifted a second latex doll suit
from the wrappings.  While the suit that had been used to encase me
had been a beautiful tan shade, this one was creamy white.  SuSu look
on in terror, unable to speak as my wife began to encase her in a
beautiful Caucasian body. First one of SuSu's legs then the next.   I
saw the creamy smooth rubber skin slide over her legs.

As  she stood me back up, SuSu started to beg  "Please, You can not do
this to me, you stop."

Cynthia kept right on... she pulled the body suit up to SuSu's waist
and slid SuSu's sweet cock into a pouch just like mine hidden inside
the latex suit.

SuSu screamed "God hide my cock bad, Please god stop, Why you hurt me
so much?"

Cynthia stepped behind her and purred in SuSu's,  "I haven't even
begun to hurt you yet, well bitch, you wanted to be that faggot
Richard's wife and that is just what you are going to be.  Feel how
the so very tightly the latex grips you as you are covered in a new
creamy white skin."

Cynthia smiled as she continued to pull the latex up over SuSu's torso
and arms.  Before Cynthia pulled the torso completely up she did
something inside the ivory breasts. Oh my god, there were nipple
clamps hidden there! SuSu's sweet nipples were placed in the clamps
and Cynthia screwed the clamps down cruelly tight.

All SuSu could do was sob over and over, "No please, my titties hurt
so bad, my titties, you hurt my titties."

Then the suit was pulled the rest of the way up and SuSu's entire body
was tightly gloved in the smooth rubber. Cynthia sealed up the back of
SuSu's new latex body. Now SuSu was completely encased in the smooth,
hairless latex skin. Like my own latex skin, not a seem or joint
anywhere marred the perfection of the beautiful feminine body. Huge
firm alabaster breasts of latex were luscious and alluring, the pink
nipples erect, begging to be sucked. The effect was perfect, the
detail unbelievable, even down to the long red polished nails on each
finger.

SuSu stared at her reflection in the full length mirror and whimpered,
"I not white girl, please, my titties hurt.!"

Cynthia smiled, "I don't understand.. My husband's wife is a white
woman! A submissive white bitch with a bare, shaved, cunt just like
the one between your legs now, a cunt with it's sweet stiff, large,
clitoris protruding from between pink inner cunt lips, not a cock
loaded with cum to fill up sluts pussy's. If you want to look like a
woman, you have to learn to go all the way."

Cynthia sat SuSu back down and with seductive ease she slide on her
white silk stockings on SuSu's latex covered legs, first the right
one, then the left. Then helping SuSu back to her  feet Cynthia
whispered to  "You know darling, I enjoy doing this to you.  I have no
intention what so ever of stopping.  My days of having a submissive
little Oriental she-male whore fucking my husband are over! Now you
two little whores will be fucking for me."

Cynthia stopped for a second to straighten the seams to the stockings
then with subtle ease she put her red satin waist cinch around SuSu's
latex covered waist and began to lace the red satin waist cinch
closed. Tighter and tighter Cynthia pulled the back laces, smaller and
smaller SuSu's waist shrunk.  Finally, with a last tug, Cynthia tied
off the laces. SuSu's waist had been pulled in to a true hour glass
figure, so very feminine and sexy.

While she fastened the garters to the sheer white stocking, Cynthia
purred, "Well darling, do you like being Richard's whore now?  You
know, your tiny waist really makes your tits stand out, just like
Roxanne's there.  Of course, you have a unfair advantage, until
tonight our sweet Roxanne had never felt the pleasure of being tightly
corseted and dressed like a whore.

Cynthia looked SuSu in the face and smiled as she said "Don't you see 
SuSu's dear, I've got you now and now your going to be just like my
pretty Roxanne there,  you'll be my life size sex doll. You too will
be a slut that I bend to my wishes. You're going to be just as
beautiful!  A beautiful living  sex doll for me to dress and hurt and
fuck whenever, however I wish. And give up your silly idea your going
to get out of this, your my sweet toy now"

SuSu whimpered,  "Please you not hurt titties so much. You just please
stop what you do me.  I not tell lie! My room mate know I come here.
How you stop her call police?"

Cynthia didn't even bother to reply, instead she sat SuSu on the bed
and  continued to dress SuSu as if she hadn't said a thing. Cynthia
took her bright red satin high heels from the bed and after sliding
SuSu's feet into them she buckled the ankle straps tight to SuSu's
legs. I stared at the soaring, pencil thin 7' inch spiked high heels
as Cynthia stood SuSu back up.  Now Cynthia slid the panties up over
the high, high heeled satin pumps, up over SuSu's nyloned legs and up
over the waist cinch garters, up until the panties covered the latex
cunt between SuSu's legs.

"There, my sweet little bitch, lets put your dress on.  You know
Richard picked this outfit himself!"

Cynthia slid SuSu's legs into the tight red satin skirt then stood
SuSu up and pulled the skirt up to SuSu's waist, the skirt was
buttoned and zipped. Next she slid SuSu's helpless latex arms into the
tight white satin sleeves of the peplum top.  The tight white satin
was pulled all the way on and Cynthia started to zip the back closed
around the lovely latex torso!

"Please lady, you have to stop! The front of the dress had a very
daring plunge and soft satin hugged SuSu's every curve as Cynthia
zipped the back of the dress tightly closed.

"Yes, your going to be as lovely in your way as Roxanne is. This night
is better than I'd ever hoped."

"Please, you let me go and I get you girl who like be slave, she do 
anything for you!"

"SuSu dear, when I'm finished, You'll be a girl who will like do
anything.  You won't have any choice what so ever. I shouldn't say
like anyway, you will do as I want, no matter what! He he he he."

"NOOOO!!!  You can no do this.  I have you put in jail.  You stupid
fucking bitch if you think you no get caught!"

Cynthia just smiled sweetly, "Now... your whole problem is that you
talk as much as Roxanne did so we'll just have to make you like her in
that respect.

"Please, what you mean?".

Cynthia reached into the box and pulled out a second syringe

"Please you can no do this Please ....NO!!"

As SuSu  opened her mouth to scream...Cynthia slid the needle into her

neck.

NO! MUFFFF Muffff, mufff, mmmm".  SuSu's screams were silenced just as
mine had been into inaudible whimpers as The mind altering drug took
effect. SuSu keep tying to scream, but all that escaped now were
helpless, tiny whimpers.  Cynthia smiled, "Now just like Roxanne we
need just one last thing to make you perfect."  She guided SuSu to her
dressing table sat SuSu down then opened the middle left drawer.

Slowly Cynthia pulled out a beautiful white head made of latex rubber.
The head was exquisite, long, thick fluffy eyelashes, and a shocking
pink mouth that begged for a cock. Wild, sexy eye makeup, rouge and
eye liner made the face perfect.  SuSu sat and stared at the head with
horror, only now did she start to understand what my wife had in store
for her.  SuSu tried to beg, but no understandable sound escaped her
mouth as the drugs controlled her mind, just helpless little squeaks
that were almost inaudible. Her brown, pleading, terror filled eyes
stared helplessly at the mask in Cynthia's hands.

"Oh, I almost forgot. We can't have Richard's slutty American wife
with dark brown eyes."

Cynthia opened a contact lens case and removed a large sapphire blue 
contact. She easily placed it in the drug frozen SuSu's eye and
followed it up with the other eye. SuSu looked over at me in horror.
It was strange but the sparkling blue eyes looked gorgeous set off by
her dark face and hair.  Cynthia came around behind SuSu where the
helpless Asian she-male couldn't see her,  and held the head in front
of SuSu's face.  Cynthia whispered in SuSu's ear, "Goodbye SuSu, my
pretty she-male slut. This is the last time for you to look in a
mirror and see the way you used to be, because in a few minutes what
you see will be a beautiful American girl.  You'll be the beautiful
white submissive cunt that Richard married."

Cynthia turned the head so the back of the mask was to SuSu's face.
Just like mine, the back  was open to allow the head to be put on with
eyelet holes and a long black leather lace. I watched as the latex
head was slid over SuSu's head and face. I could hear the tiny final
whimper that escaped SuSu's helpless mouth.

Then SuSu's head disappeared into the latex.  Quickly Cynthia laced up
the back of the latex head closed, going from top to bottom, once,
twice three times, each time pulling the mask tighter and tighter.
Cynthia tightened the mask carefully to cruel skin tight perfection.
After pulling the latex as skin tight as she possibly could, when
Cynthia had finished sealing SuSu's features into the features of a
breathtaking beautiful white woman she finished her creation by
knotting the leather thong in a hard knot.

I watched as Cynthia carefully put the golden honey blond " Farrah
Fawcett" wig over the bald dome of the white latex head.  It took
Cynthia a few minutes to carefully arrange the beautiful coiffure wig
to her satisfaction then moved in front of the helpless, beautiful
blond girl.

"There now you're the beautiful, submissive Cynthia."

Oh my god, SuSu had been transformed into a perfect twin of my wife. 
Cynthia had again done her work perfectly. I could see that  once the
full head mask had been placed over SuSu's face and with the wigs
golden blond cloud framing SuSu's beautiful new face the resemblance
was absolutely total. SuSu now looked exactly  like Cynthia.  Cynthia
looked carefully at her newest doll, a helpless blond creature sitting
before her.

Now my pretty bitch, you will only answer to your new name..from now
on YOUR Cynthia...You are the submissive little cunt that the old
Cynthia was."  "Now Cynthia lets finish getting you dressed in your
nice whore outfit, after all you will want to be perfect for your
loving husband." She fastened a slim red satin belt around the Cynthia
doll's tiny wasp waist.  Next, long dangling gold and ruby earring
were hung from the Cynthia doll's latex ears, the red satin choker
with the white silk flower went around the Cynthia doll's neck, hiding
the tiny seam were the mask joined the neck of the latex body that
encased her.  Then a gold ankle bracelet was fastened around the white
silk of the left ankle.

The small red satin pill box hat was carefully placed on the golden
head and the white fish net veil lowered to cover the staring blue
eyes.  Last the red satin elbow length gloves were smoothed on over
both the Cynthia doll's  latex fingers with there sexy, long blood red
nails and the sleeves of the Cynthia doll's white satin dress.

The real Cynthia smiled at her helpless mannequin, "Cynthia, just as  
Roxanne will not  be allowed to talk until her training is complete; I

don't think you'll  need to ether. So I'll be your only means to
survive and communicate." Mute tiny pleading whimpers tried to escape
the Cynthia doll's lips.  Cynthia bent forward,  "What's that darling,
you don't speak any better then Roxanne.  I can't understand a word
ether of you say, your both going to have to speak up if you want
something".  I saw the hypo in Cynthia's hand suddenly drive into the
base of the Cynthia doll's neck and after a few minutes I watched as
she stood ever so slowly, the tight grip of the drugs bound the
Cynthia doll's every movement just as it bound mine.

I stared unbelieving at the living sex doll that stood before me.
Dangling golden earrings hung clear to the satin clad shoulders, the
huge, staring blue eyes under the high arched brows and long feathery
eyelashes, all just barely misted by the white net veil, the pouting
hot pink lips, the creamy white skin that set off the red satin around
the Cynthia doll's throat so well, the beautiful face of a
unbelievable, hot, sexy, white woman. As I stared, I couldn't believe
the perfection of Cynthia's work..no one who looked would ever believe
that under the tightly belted white satin peplum top, under the tight,
sexy red satin skirt, under the gleaming red satin of the spiked
heeled pumps with there sexy satin ankle straps, it was all a lie.

No one could, would ever think that there was oriental she- male slave
in tight bondage hidden in the hot, sexy body of the beautiful blond
haired, blue eyed white bitch that stood there.  The lie of a stunning
Barbie doll face was perfect. Cynthia's stunning slut body, her tiny
corseted waist, sexy ass, huge firm breasts with there stiff erect
nipples hard under the satin of the Cynthia doll's dress, made her
picture perfect.

Cynthia stood beside her,  "Well Cynthia, my lover, your almost
finished, and what a sexy, sensational cunt you have turned into. You
had better get used to it because you from now on your going to be
Cynthia, my pretty submissive toy Cynthia doll."

Suddenly Cynthia looked thoughtful, "But SuSu was right, she did tell
her roommate where she was going, even showed her the note she
received from Richard asking her to come here. SuSu put the note in
the top right drawer in her desk.

Well that is no problem really.  Now nether of you sweet darlings move
till I get back." Cynthia picked up all of SuSu's things,but left both
the fur jackets that lay on the bed and walked out.

I wanted to move, to walk the few steps to where sweet, helpless,SuSu
stood encased in the body, face and clothes of my bitch wife.  But I
couldn't make my self move, my mind had no will of its own.  I
motioned to the helpless latex doll who stood staring at me with her
beautiful blue eyes.  She just stood there, unmoving except for her
satin gloved hand gently stroking her ivory latex cheek.  It was if
she couldn't even see me.

After only a few seconds Cynthia was back.  After she looked us over 
carefully she smiled, "Well, what good girls you both are. I was so
afraid I was going to have to punish one or both of you. Now come here
Roxanne, I have a drink for you, I know you must be thirsty."

I didn't want to move, but my  throat was so very dry that I couldn't
stop myself as I  slowly walked over to where my wife stood holding a
bulb like device with a syringe.  As I walked toward her, as if for
the first time, I could feel the wonderful sexy tightness of the
latex, satin and leather that surrounded me.  I could feel the heavy
pull of the wig whose long silky tresses flowed over my shoulders and
down my back.  I could feel the way the soaring skyscraper heels
forced my new latex breasts out and coupled with the tightness of my
skirt and the short mincing steps made my hips sway and my ass wiggle
in a sexy provocative, totally feminine way.  I felt and tasted the
cool white wine flood into my mouth  and drank thirsty.  It tasted
wonderful.

When the bulb was empty, Cynthia removed the syringe from between my
blood red lips and smiled, "You know Roxanne, I was worried that I was
going to feel sorry for you, guilty over what I had done.  But all I
feel is wonder, wonder that it took me so long to do this and wonder
at how long your total transformation to a total slave will take.
Well we shall see."

I could feel the strength draining from my body, just like the first
time that Cynthia had drugged me.  Within seconds I was again my wife
helpless mannequin, except this time I was already transformed,
dressed as a hot, sexy, beautiful dusky bitch.

My wife lead me into Roxanne's bedroom and then seated me on a pale
blue velvet love seat in front of Roxanne's color TV and VCR.  In Just
a few seconds I was joined by the helpless beautiful Cynthia doll.

Cynthia took time to pose us ever so sweetly.  My right arm was placed

around her shoulder with my leather gloved hand on her satin covered 
breast. Her lovely blond head was laid on my shoulder, her left arm
behind me, around my waist. The Cynthia doll's right hand was placed
on my crotch with my left hand on top of it.  I could see both of us
clearly in the reflection of the TV screen. The scene was perfect. The
reflection showed  two beautiful lesbian lovers, one dark skinned, the
other alabaster white, gently holding and touching each other.  My
wife stood in front of us.

"Well darlings, let me get ready, I feel so out of place dressed like
this.  Don't worry, I be back to say good night before I leave to take
care of the little bit of business I have to do."

Cynthia reached behind her head, up under her neck and pulled her
short brown hair off to reveal the bald dome of a perfect, lifelike
mask.   She smiled and licked what had I never suspected were latex
lips, "Enjoy yourselves my pets". Cynthia  walked out and shut the
door behind her.

It seemed like hours that we sat posed together.  Then I heard the
sound of high heels in the hall and the door opened. What I saw took
my breath away.  I thought I saw SuSu standing there in front of me, a
hot, Singapore bar girl dressed just to make men want her.

Everything about the new SuSu was perfect, her tight, very, very tight

tapered slim knee length magenta leather skirt, the royal blue lace
hose and magenta pumps with two inch ankle straps and towering spiked
high heels, her cinched wasp waist, the silky softness of her royal
blue satin blouse, long sleeved, unbuttoned very low to show off her
large, firm breasts.

Covering the blouse, SuSu wore a leather blazer jacket, now
unbuttoned, that matched her skirt.  Her waist was tightly belted by a
royal blue, wide leather belt with a gold buckle went around SuSu's
waist and royal blue leather gloves covered her hands. Around her
throat SuSu had a royal blue leather collar with a gold studs and
small gold D-ring centered on her throat.  A mid-shoulder length black
tightly curled wig covered the laces of her latex mask.  Long heavy
gold loop earrings hung from the latex ears.  A small royal blue
leather purse that hung by a gold chain strap from her shoulder
completed  her "outfit".

SuSu's makeup made the picture of a beautiful whore complete, her wet
pink tongue  darted out from between bright pink lips, dark purple eye
shadow, black eye liner, amber brown eyes stared from under long false
eyelashes, hot pink rouge and thin penciled brows.  SuSu stood there
the perfect vision a beautiful oriental slut on the prowl for cock.

SuSu, the new SuSu, smiled, "How I look?  You think I pretty?"

Jesus, the voice was perfect, a  soft gentle echo of my beautiful
Oriental she-male lover.  The face, body, clothes and voice all
combined to make the illusion perfect.  "You both so beautiful, I love
make fuck with both you, but have go now.  I have be home before 11
P.M. so my roommate no go through my things."

She lifted her leather skirt with her one hand. Her long red nails in 
startling contrast to the magenta leather. I could see the bulge of a
cock in her black silk panties. The hot member throbbed with pent up
passion.

"SuSu have nice cock for fuck and suck, yes?"

Then SuSu's voice switched back to that of my wife Cynthia. "What may
come as a surprise to you Richard is that this cock is only covered in
latex to copy SuSu's skin color. This latex sheath is over a very real
and very functional cock. MY COCK! You see my dear husband. I have
been playing dress-up for a lot longer than you thought. Your pathetic
ideas of dressing for sex have come to bore me."

Her voice changed again this time dropping another octave to a
definitely male pitch, " How does it feel to know that you have been
fucking a man for all of these years. You rotten bastard! I spent my
entire life developing these latex body suits and masks to become the
woman of my dreams. I became the best wife a man could desire. I could
have been the most versatile sex partner any real man could have
wanted. But you decided you wanted something else. Well, you got
something else didn't you?"

"Poor Richard, you cheated on me to experience the joys of fucking an 
exotic she-male. Little did you know that all you had to do was to
tell me your desires. I would have pulled my cock out of its pouch and
shown you all of the joys of making love to a "special" woman. I have
a large inventory of latex suits and could have been any woman you
desired. Just think of the fun it would have been to suck and fuck any
fantasy girl you could think of. You could have had your own harem.
But no, you had to be an unfaithful bastard right up to the end! Well
you made your bed, and now you get to lie in it for the rest of your
worthless slut life."

" I will have such fun with you and your little whore friend. You will
know what it is to be a sex toy for all of my new friends. Sometimes
you will be a French street whore, sometimes the submissive Cynthia,
sometimes the she-male SuSu, sometimes a little of each. But you will
never be a man again, and you will be my little toy to do with as I
please. You will be the receptacle of cum forever."


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