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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
Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice)
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VANESSA'S STORY

I sat on the couch sipping ice cold champagne from a long stemmed
crystal goblet, knowing that in just a few, short minuets I would
stroking the gleaming tanned latex that would encase the head of
pretty, little Yolanda, my newest sales girl.  I thought how wonderful
it was going to be to when I would pull her head tightly to me,
pressing her mouth more firmly against my clit. Yes, soon, she would
be "working out" just fine.

She had gone to work for me only a week ago, but she had worked out 
perfectly.  I had watched her very carefully as she worked around the 
bridal gowns and formals upstairs, how submissive she was with the 
customers, how she looked at the young women that she helped dress.
Oh yes, I decided, she was perfect.

I remembered how excited she had been when, just after the store
closed today, Cynthia and I had lead her down to the basement of the
store and introduced her to the very special line of fashion we stock
for very special customers.

She had stood there, wide eyed, looking around her at the hundreds and

hundreds of beautiful exotic and bizarre sexual costumes and almost
every sex device and bondage toy that  was available.  Cynthia stepped
behind Yolanda while I stepped up close in front.  Cynthia gently took
Yolanda arms and held them behind her.

I smiled at Yolanda.  "You know dear, I think you would look lovely
dressed in some of the costumes down here don't you?.

Silently Yolanda nodded "Yes".

"Well Yolanda my sweet which one should I dress you in?  A sexy,
dominate police woman? Maybe a pretty Army Captain? A submissive harem
houri? Would you like to be my french maid or maybe even a hot airline
stewardess. I could even dress you as either a stunning New York whore
or a Vatican Nun. But what I like best is a totally submissive latex
slut.  Would you like to be my latex slut Yolanda?"

In her small, heavily accented Mexican voice Yolanda whispered "Yes
Ma'am, please?".

"Very well, from now on you will address me as "My Lady", do you
understand Yolanda?

"Yes My Lady".

"Very good, now I am going to dress more in style for my station while

Cynthia makes you pretty for me."  I turned and went into my "office",

already wet between my thighs!

Once in my sound proof office I selected a wonderful, dominate leather

outfit and slowly dressed.  Once I was dressed I opened a chilled
bottle of champagne, poured a glass and slowly sipped it, knowing my
newest slave was waiting!

YOLANDA"S STORY

Cynthia smiled as she watched Vanessa close the door to her "office"
and walked to the wall where a collection of latex discipline helmets
hung, select a half head latex mask with a built in breather gag and
smiled at me,  "You must undress now! Now hurry up, we don't want to
keep Lady Vanessa waiting!"

God her German accent was so sexy! I looked at the images of the two
women reflected in the mirrored walls.  Cynthia was the very image of
the polished, young, tightly tailored, business woman. I loved her
tight fitting gray linen blazer suit and the contrast with the
electric blue of the silk blouse and gloves was stunning.

The white sheer hose and gray 4 inch high heeled pumps were the
perfect! Cynthia's jewelry finished her outfit to perfection! On her
right wrist she wore a gold watch with it's thin bangle band. Her
earrings were jewel tone cobalt. On her right wrist Cynthia wore gold
slender ID bracelet and the last of her jewelry was a slim diamond and
gold ankle bracelet.

Covering her own short dirty blond hair was a beautiful wig, long, 
straight, waist length honey blond wig. I, on the other hand, was
dressed in a knee length blue denim skirt, plain white cotton blouse
and flats.  Cynthia looked at me and smiled, "Well love?"

I slowly walked over to where Cynthia stood, holding the latex helmet
and pointed behind her, "Please Miss Cynthia, could we use that one?"

Cynthia turned to look and I drove the hypo deep into her creamy white

neck. Cynthia let out the most delicious scream!  I grabbed her as her
body convulsed as the drugs overwhelmed her system.  After a few
seconds she went stiff. I sat Cynthia down on one of the red velvet
sofa's and looked down at the starring eyes of the conscious but
paralyzed young woman who sat helpless before me.

I smiled at her and using the voice I had work so hard to acquire I 
whispered, "So, now we must get you ready for your Mistress?"

I began to undress the horror stricken, absolutely helpless woman
whose face, clothes, body and life I planed to take. It took me just a
few minutes to pull Cynthia's blazer and skirt off. Her creamy white
skin made me so horny that I could feel my cock start to press against
my plain white cotton panties.

Next I stripped the helpless cunt in the chair of her blouse, slip and

bra.  I allowed my self the luxury of allowing my fingers to gently
stroke the huge, firm breasts, kneading the inch long nipples stiffly
erect.  Shoes, nylons, garterbelt and panties followed onto the
growing pile that was all of Cynthia I would need.

"You know baby, since I'm going to be handling your duties around here
I think I have the perfect job for you to do. Let me help you into
your new things, pretty and sexy things, the things sluts like you
wear in this store."

I hurried to the rear of the store and retrieved the boxes I had made
sure would be delivered just before closing.  I returned to Angelika
and opened the first of the boxes and carefully removed a latex body
suit. The latex was a perfect flawless creamy flesh tone.

"I thought this would be perfect for you dear!  I just know you want
to wear this, don't you darling, see the pretty, totally lifelike,
silver whores' pussy, the huge firm breasts, the perfect silver body
of a perfect, pretend woman."

I began to slip the stiff, thick, clinging satin smooth rubber onto
her semi-conscious and totally helpless form. First one leg then the
next.  "Can you feel the smooth rubber slide onto your feet and then
slowly up your legs Cynthia?  See, I know just what I'm doing, your
becoming my pretty silver Barbie Doll and just like a Barbie Doll your
only function in life will be to model pretty, sexy clothes.

"Feel the latex grips your legs so very tightly, just like skin, a 
beautiful silver skin!.  I love working the latex up your legs, god, I

can't believe how perfect your new rubber skin is. Now let's set you
up, there.  Now darling lets get that pathetic little pussy of yours
all covered up, there!"

"See how this catheter fits right into your piss hole and how lifelike
and perfect your new pussy is.  Now lets get your ass fixed so you can
shit, there."

Working slowly, enjoying the feel of the satin smooth ice cold latex,
I pulled the body suit up to her waist.  I began to work her fingers
into the heavy clinging silver rubber.

"Now darling, lets get your hands and fingers worked into their new
silver latex skin.  You know, I'm  going to love having you helpless!
There, now your hands are those of a sweet and sexy silver doll,
perfect in every detail, even down to the highly polished, inch long
chrome finger nails. Don't you think your new inch long nails are so
pretty and sexy!

"Cynthia loves girls with long nails and I think she thinks your going
to make a wonderful addition to the store, right? Goodness, this
latex body suit is so tight no one would ever guess that's it not your
own skin!"

"You know darling, I just know your going to love being a silver
pseudo-girl!  Now lets work the rest of your arms into their new
color, there, all in!"

I slowly and carefully encased Cynthia's arms in there latex prisons.
I watched as her arms seemed to disappear completely.  It took about
ten minutes to adjust the wrinkles out of latex so her new arms and
wrists looked totally natural.  Once her arms were completely covered
I continued to envelope her in a new latex body, the latex body of a
silver sex doll!

"You know darling, I am  very positive about your new relationship
with Lady Victoria and myself!  My friends and I have worked very hard
to create the new you.  Now a few just a few more tugs and there, now
your torso, arms and hands are tightly gloved in the flawless,
gleaming, chrome rubber."

As I sealed the back with instant set glue I could see that Cynthia's
new body was completely hairless and has the most beautiful feminine
shape I'd ever seen, there was not a seem or joint anywhere to mar the
illusion of her new silver woman's body.  Every detail is perfect, the
huge firm breasts of latex are luscious and alluring, the inch long
nipples stiff and erect. Between her silver thighs her pubic area is
bare, shaved, with a well formed Vagina and a stiff, large,  clitoris
protruding from between silver inner cunt lips.

I opened the second box and removed a heavily boned hot pink satin
waist cinch.  I wrapped the cinch around her waist and then shoved her
over on her face.  It took all my strength to fasten the cinch.

"My, my sweetheart, I seem to have bought it two sizes to small, but
that OK, this is the way you like it, very tight, turning your size 8
waist into a size 5 just to make men hot!  Goodness, I don't know if I
can fasten these hooks in the back if the front is laced all the ways
closed, let me put my knee in the small of your back, there!  My
goodness it sure is tight!  Cynthia would never wear this, she would
bitch and complain that it was to tight, but not you lover."

I turned her over and laid her out on the couch and smoothed hot pink
silk seamed thigh high hose on. The hose were so tight and clinging. I
fastened the garters between hot pink nyloned thighs.

"There darling, how sweet!  Now lover let get you something for your
feet.  Not tennis shoes like Cynthia wears, but a new pair of boots!
You know how Cynthia always says she can't wear high heels, well she
would sure object to these! I got these just for you, a pair of hot
pink patent leather mid-thigh high boots with slender pencil thin
twelve inch high spiked heels and a three inch platform.  See how the
boots lace tightly up the front."

"Now baby, lets slip your pretty feet into them. Oh my! The toe
section is solid, these are really ballet style.  But it's all right,
no one will ever guess just looking.  Well you like that, so let's get
them on and get them laced. God, it takes so long to get these boots
laced.  Yummy!  I love making you helpless, lacing boots on you as
tight as possible, making the leather skin tight, there!  Your boots
are all laced up nice and tight, not a  single wrinkle in the leather
to spoil the effect!"

"Now dear, your all booted so lets get you gloved!  Aren't these
gloves beautiful, shoulder length hot pink kid leather! Lets see,
first the right hand, all the way in, there!  How do you like the
steel boning in the fingers and arms?  It makes the fingers so stiff
that doing anything is almost impossible, and see instead of the three
pearl buttons at the wrist, we have leather laces! Lets lace them nice
and tight, shell we? There! Now lets tie the laces and snip off the
excess lace.  Opps, I seem to have tied them in a hard knot. Now the
only way to get these gloves off would be to cut the laces and with
your fingers helpless that would be impossible for you to do!"  I took
a hot pink satin G- string panty out of the box. 

"Cynthia said she would never wear something like this, but you like 
clothes that make you look like a perfect little slut, don't you?  Of 
course you do! Let me help you on with them."

"You know this G-string doesn't even start to cover your nice shaved
silver pussy.  Let's see, corset, hose, gloves, and G-string, very
nice, very pretty.  Now darling, just one last thing before I wake you
up, and that's your mouth. If I don't do something about that, you'll
do nothing but bitch and complain!"

I picked up a steel choke pear gag covered in black velvet and
inserted in Cynthia helpless mouth.  In each corner of the gag was a
small wing nut that adjusted the set screws that would force the
pear's strong steel halves apart.  In a matter of seconds I turned the
screws as far as I could force them,  distending Cynthia's jaws as far
as possible.

"There baby, that should keep you nice and quit! Now sweet, we've
taken care of you saying things you shouldn't, so lets get those big
beautiful eyes covered up so you don't see anything you shouldn't
ether!"

I took two ovals of shiny black adhesive tape and deftly covered
Cynthia eyes, being very careful to smooth the tape over her eyes so
that her eyes were completely sealed and the shining black tape
wrinkle free.  The effect of the black tape against Cynthia white skin
was stunning!  Next I took a small box that contained soft sound
absorbent wax and I expertly pushed the wax plugs deep into Cynthia's
ears with a small wooden stick I had made just for this purpose.

"Now baby, we've got you where you speak and see no evil, so let's
take care of the hear part."

I continued packing the wax deeper and deeper into Cynthia ears until
her drugged body quivered with the pain of the sound absorbent wax
pushing on her eardrums.  Only when I was sure that Cynthia was
completely and utterly deaf did I stop packing more wax into her ears!

As I opened the next box I stepped back and looked at what was left of

Cynthia.  Her mouth was wide open from the choke pear gag that
rendered her absolutely silent, her eyes covered with the gleaming
black tape and now her ears packed with wax. Yes, mute, blind, locked
in silence, her beautiful creamy white skin covered with a new,
flawless silver metal latex body.

"Cunt, I'm not done with you yet, oh no you fucking bitch. I'm going
to turn you into exactly what I've wanted for a long time, a beautiful
silver doll, all silver and sexy, a helpless silver slave just like
you should be.  Now we need just one last thing to make you perfect.
Don't you think that face of your's looks completely out of place?
Well I do!  If your going to be a perfect silver Barbie bitch for me,
the your going to have to be all silver!"

I stared at the her head lovingly, knowing exactly what I was going to
do with the drugged, gagged, deaf, bound, German cunt sitting helpless
in front of me.  I moved around behind my drugged victim.

"Goodbye Cynthia",  I whispered in Cynthia wax packed, deaf ears,
"Because in just a few minutes your life will be just a memory.  For
this second on you will be a beautiful silver doll for me to dress and
pose, a perfect lover and slave."

The drugs I had injected began to wear off and Cynthia tried to scream
but all I could hear was a tiny final whimper that escaped her
useless, helpless gagged mouth.

I bent forward, reached out and took a wig head from the shelf where I
had placed it last night and quickly, carefully removed the wig from
the head.  Then suddenly I opened the wig head.  It was like some kind
of chrome helmet/mask!  I brutally forced Cynthia's bald head into the
chrome face which I then slammed shut.  There Mannique, now you truly
are my pretty mannequin.  As I couldn't believe that what I had wanted
to do to this whore from the first second I had ever laid eyes on her
was finally happening as I shoved her head into the chrome mask.

Slowly and ever so carefully I started to screw the back of the chrome
head closed, screwing the ice cold metal mask tighter and tighter,
cruelly tightening it, forcing her face into the mold of the mask,
making the chrome head literally her new face.  I stopped tightening
for a few seconds. Quickly, ruthlessly, I kissed the shinning, slick,
chrome lips that covered what had been Cynthia's white, mute lips.

Then I began to finish screwing the mask even tighter, skin tight, so
tight that the bright chrome was becoming Cynthia's real face.  I kept
working the screws tighter and tighter, forcing her face into the mold
of the beautiful shinning metal head.  After screwing the chrome
completely closed I kept turning the screw driver to strip the threads
and seal her features forever into the blank, featureless, ageless,
but inescapably female face, of a beautiful woman.

Where just moments ago there had been a white woman now there was a 
beautiful, bald, silver mannequin, a mannequin with a perfect blank
staring eyes, a wide open pouting silver mouth and a perfect shinning
silver body!

"There you are my beautiful silver slut, how do you like your lovely
new whore's face?"

I felt Cynthia try to shake her helpless head as I pulled on a heavy, 
beautiful, tightly curled, shoulder length, hot pink wig over the bald
dome of the beautiful metal head. I stepped in front of her and began
attaching and adjusting the beautiful wig.

When I was happy with her I stepped aside so I could see the new
silver woman I had created.  "There Mannique, now you truly my pretty,
perfect mannequin.

I stared in disbelief at the stunning blank featured, chromed skinned
woman who's pouting, sexy face stared emptily at me.  I could see that
once I had screwed the full head mask in place over her face and with
the wigs shining hot pink cascade flowing over silver satin skinned
shoulders the effect was perfect. She looked exactly like a silver
Barbie Doll. The image that stared back at me from was perfect.

"Yes, you're going to make an wonderful addition to the store, my
beautiful Mannique.  I know you can't hear me but you are my pretty,
helpless, whore Mannique doll and you will look like this for the rest
of your life.  Now Mannique lets finish getting you dressed, I've got
to get you posed as a perfect silver whore just for me!"

I picked up a stun gun and walked back to where I had left my pretty
new girl friend.  She was right where I had left her, half slumped
against  the door, gasping in pain.

"Get up, get up right now!"   She just sat there on the floor, softly 
sobbing, and begging me to let her go.

"If you don't get up now, I'm going to hurt you again, now get back on
your feet."

"Yes, please, see I'm getting up. Please don't hit me again. There!
I'm so sorry I tried to run, but I'm so scared!  If you just let me go
I promise to never tell anyone, really..PLEASE!"

"Shut up, get in the living room and sit down, NOW! MOVE! Over on the 
couch, in the center, that right, now sit down and shut up."

She sat down on the edge of the couch, her terror filled eyes fixed on
me.  I walked over picked up and turned the video camera on.  I zoomed
in on her face and walked around to get her from all angles.

"Stand up for a second dear, that right, good now sit down, very, very

good."

I turned the camera off, placed it on it's tripod, flipped the lens
over to wide angle and turned the camera  back on. I picked up one of
the knives and walked over to her.

"Hold your hands out in front, that right, there."   I cut the ropes
that bound her hands.   "Now listen to me, this is a electric stun
gun, it won't  kill you, it will just make you wish you were dead.
Now you must do exactly as I tell you, do you understand?"

"Yes, please what do ...Aggggggg!!!....Oh God, Oh God!"

I stepped up close to where she was slumped after  talking the jolt
from my stun gun.

"Now dear, you must only answer my questions.  I don't like your
constant babbling.  Do you understand?"

She looked up at me with her pretty tear stained face and softly
whispered.  "Yes".

"Good, now what is your name?".   "Vanessa."  No dear, your full
name."  "Vanessa Marie Deon."

"That a very pretty name, now dear do you know what  I want you to
do?"

"No."

"I want you to take your clothes off, every last stitch, and I mean 
completely."

She looked at me in shocked surprise.

"No I  won't, you can't do this to me!"

I thumbed the stun gun again and again.  She  screamed in agony as her

beautiful body arced. After a second her body relaxed, slumped, her
eyes still full of pain and terror.

"Now bitch, get up and strip, every last fucking thing, now! Lay your
thing out on the couch, neatly, I don't want them mused. Now! Get your
mother fucking clothes off! Strip!" She stood, shaky and sobbing.

Slowly she began to undress. First she untied the belt and unbuttoned
then removed her lush black mink coat with it's full bell sleeves and
shawl collar/hood and placed it carefully on the couch.  I hadn't
believed my luck when I first saw her in the mall, my pretty Vanessa
was dressed all in tight black leather.  Everything! Boots, skirt,
jacket, gloves, every stitch, was luscious, gleaming black leather.
Her clothes were so very beautiful. Vanessa stood before me dressed in
her tight, tight tapered mid-calf skirt that zipped all the way up the
back, from hem to waist.  God it was so sexy.

Her matching peplum wasted jacket was gorgeous, the tight mandarin
collar and the way it hugged her every curve, her wasp waist. But what
I loved  most was her boots, the heels must have been five inches. Her
gleaming black leather boots were laced  skin tight and her delicate
silver spurs were the perfect touch!

The only other jewelry that I could see of Vanessa's were her
earrings.  Silver mesh, heavy, long dangling earrings that hung down
over the collar of her beautiful, dominate outfit. Her earrings were
beautifully misted by the wild, sexy, mid-shoulder length golden blond
tightly curled, long flowing tresses.

"Well Vanessa, did you know that you look very much like a whore, all 
dressed in your tight, sexy and sassy black leather?

Vanessa replied in a small voice, "Yes My Lady."

"Are you a whore Vanessa?

"No My Lady."

"Then why are you dressed like this?"

"I like to dress up all hot and sexy, then go shopping and then maybe
out to dinner or something. I like it when guys look at me."

"Well I want to see more of you, come on, get all your nice hot, sexy 
clothes off, right now you fucking bitch!  I don't have all day."

Vanessa tried to smile through her tears.  Then with her slim leather 
gloved fingers she slid the zipper down the front of her sexy, tight
peplum wasted jacket.  Vanessa removed the soft, supple leather jacket
and laid it carefully next to her mink. Yummy!  I simply couldn't
believe how perfect this slut was.

Under her body hugging black leather jacket she was dressed in a black

satin and lace bra, a unbelievably tight shining black satin corset
trimmed in red and shoulder length black leather gloves.  Around her
sweet neck she wore a slender, silver studded black leather collar.

"Take off your bra bitch"

"Please, I don't know....."

I held up the stun gun.   Crying, she fumbled with the hooks in the
back of the beautiful bra.  Then she got the hooks undone and her
huge, creamy breasts were exposed.

"Now take off your skirt dear"

Slowly, stumbling and off balance, Vanessa striped off her tight,
tight calf length leather skirt.  Under the skirt she  wore cunt high
seamed black sheer hose and tiny sexy black silk and lace panties.
Her gleaming black leather boots encased her shapely legs to just
barely below her knee. The boots laced up the back and were literally
skin tight.

"Now the boots bitch!"

"Yes My Lady, God I'm trying."

I watched as Vanessa undid the fine silver chains that held the silver

spurs on the black spiked heel boots. It took her several minuets to
get the boots unlaced.  When she had finished she placed the boots on
the floor next to the couch.

I could feel myself getting very hard as I watched as she pulled off
her thin, sexy shoulder length black leather gloves off and laid them
next to her mink, her  perfect inch long gleaming red nails so very
sexy.  Her satin corset, all shiny and black followed, then her
panties, hose and collar.

"Earrings too stupid!"

Vanessa slowly took off her long dangling silver mesh earrings and
placed them on the couch.

"That better, now over to the cart and start getting dressed in the
things I've laid out for you!"

As she moved toward the cart where her beautiful bondage outfit was
ready for her I noticed a tiny wisp of brown hair.

"Vanessa, didn't I tell you to strip?"

"Yes My Lady.  I did, I'm naked, please don't hurt me."

"Are you a natural blond Vanessa?"

"No My Lady.  I have brown hair."

I gently and very, very carefully removed the wild, sexy, mid-shoulder
length golden blond tightly curled, long flowing wig and placed it on
the couch.  I looked at the still beautiful but now brown haired woman
standing naked before me and thumbed the stun gun over and over.  She
withered and screamed in agony as her body convulsed helplessly.  I
waited until her body wracking sobs quieted.

"Vanessa, is there anything else your wearing?  If I find out there
is, I'll hurt you very, very badly!"

"Oh God, No, nothing, please, PLEASE!, nothing!!!   I waited a second
and softened my voice.

"Now Vanessa darling, I want you to get  up and go over to that cart
and put on the things that I've laid out for you, well cunt move!"

Without a word, her eyes wide with fear, Vanessa walked over to the
cart.  I watched as Vanessa slowly picked up the black thigh high
latex hose and slowly pulled the shining black rubber on over her
creamy skin.  As soon as Vanessa had the hose on she put on the
matching shoulder length gloves.  Now that her arms and legs were
covered in the highly polished, skin tight black latex rubber Vanessa
picked up one of the black patent leather seven inch skyscraper heeled
pumps from the cart and began to suck gently on the sharply spiked
heel.  Poor Vanessa look at me and smiled, pathetically trying to make
me like her, want her.

"Vanessa dear, I told you to get dressed, I didn't tell you to
practice giving head to shoes.

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