Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: Edwin Gay <gaye@delphi.com>
Subject: TG: "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!)
Date: Sat, 10 Jun 95 14:59:38 -0500

			   The Doll Factory
			       Part One
			   Roxanne's Story

	I got home from work almost an hour early so that I could lay
out the clothes that I planned on forcing my cunt of a wife to wear
for me tonight. Cynthia doesn't like dressing up one bit, she never
has, but she does exactly what I tell her, or I slap the little slut
silly. She would be getting home from the airport at about 6:00 p.m.
and I wanted everything ready when she walked through the door.

	I guess a little background is in order. I hadn't been very
happy when Cynthia, my wife, had asked Roxanne, one of her co-workers
to rent the spare bedroom in the basement. Roxanne was fresh from
Montreal, and she had a dark, exotic complexion. One look at Roxanne's
clothes had made up my mind that the hot little dusky-skinned slut was
going to move in. When I first saw the way Roxanne dressed I thought,
"God, this cunt must be a fucking hooker or something." So, as soon as
I had received Cynthia's call I had decided I would dress Cynthia up
like Roxanne, make her wear all of that whore Roxanne's clothes
tonight to make me hot.

	Ever since we got married I have been dressing Cynthia up like
I want, in the things I like to see cunts wear. Since Roxanne is the
hottest dressing bitch I had ever seen, I thought Cynthia would look
perfect dressed up in all of Roxanne's tight, sexy things. I decided
that tonight was a perfect time to make Cynthia play dress up. Now, at
last, I was going to get some use out of that French Canadian whore's
wardrobe.

	After all, Cynthia had called to tell me that we would have
the house to ourselves over the weekend because Roxanne was going to
leave straight from work for a weekend with a friend and I had already
checked to make sure she and Cynthia are the same size (I had checked
everything). The only bad part was that I worried all the way home
over if that stupid, fucking cunt Roxanne might have taken the things
I wanted to dress Cynthia in. But everything I'd wanted was right
there in Roxanne's room. So, I took what I wanted and tonight I would
make Cynthia dress in Roxanne's clothes from the skin out.

	The first thing of Roxanne's that I laid out was her black
satin corset, trimmed in red lace. I knew I'd like this corset on
Cynthia, not only would it cinch her down to an impossible wasp waist
but it would leave her tits bare. Next, I dug through Roxanne's
dresser drawer till I found the matching string bikini panties and
laid them on the bed.

	Then, I opened a new pair of Roxanne's black seamed sheer
nylon stockings and laid them on the bed next to the corset. Roxanne's
back laced, black leather, knee hi boots with their soaring pencil
thin spiked heels were laid next to the nylons. The outfit was a bit
of a problem. God, Roxanne had some of the sexist clothes I have ever
seen.

	I had decided, however on Roxanne's white leather dress. The
dress was skin tight, long sleeved, very low cut. The skirt to the
dress was mid-calf length and zipped down the back all the way to the
hem. I think if you zipped it all the way that the effect would be
just like a hobble skirt. To go with the dress I selected a black wide
leather V-belt that buckled in the back and black leather elbow length
kid gloves.

	On Roxanne's dressing table were just a few of Roxanne's wigs.
I selected a waist length red-gold one, styled in a mass of tight
curls. I carried the dress, belt, gloves and wig down to our bedroom.
Then I went back to Roxanne's room for the jewelry that I wanted. A
gold band collar necklace, long, dangling gold and rhinestone earrings
and gold spurs for the boots. The last thing I took from Roxanne's
room was her short black mink jacket.

	I heard Cynthia's car in the driveway, then the sound of the
front door closing. I went out to let my wife in on the plans for the
evening. She was standing in the hall taking her coat off when I came
in the living room. Cynthia is tall, almost my height with short brown
hair, a nice body and great tits. She was wearing Jeans, tennis shoes
and a tee-shirt.

	She had a full time job in a department store stock room and
they had sent her to some kind of school to use some kind of computer.
She had been gone for forty-five days and now the dumb bitch was back
working in a stockroom. This is a pretty piss-poor job for a woman
with a masters degree, but what the fuck.

	"Cyn! Hey, fix me a drink and come here, we're going to have a
special time tonight, you won't believe what I got in store for you!"

	Cynthia just smiled and went into the kitchen. She came out
with a couple of glasses with ice and went to the bar. She poured me a
Bourbon straight and a wine cooler for herself. She handed me my drink
and I knocked it back.

	"Guess who's things you're going to wear tonight baby!", I
said leering at her.

	Cynthia just smiled back at me, "You know Richard, I'm really
tired of dressing up like your $100.00 a night whore just so you can
fuck me like a toy and drop me when you've gotten your rocks off. I
don't enjoy it.

	"Well, I didn't enjoy the dressing at first and I still don't
enjoy the fucking, and I've been thinking, what's good for the goose
is good for the gander."

	"I don't understand. What the fuck are you talking about?"

	Cynthia smiled again, "I know that you don't yet understand
Richard, but you will soon. As a first step, I've spiked your drink.
You'll soon find that you have no control over your movement."

	"No!" I felt my head spin. "What's going on Cynthia, you crazy
bitch!?"

	Cynthia stood up and smiled at me, "But don't worry, its
effects will pass in a little while. There we go. Even now you can't
move to put down your drink."

	I went to move but she was right I was frozen. "God Cynthia,
what are you going to do? Help me. This isn't fucking funny."

	"I never hoped it would be funny, because I'm very serious."

	I couldn't move a muscle in my entire body, yet I could still
speak through clenched teeth, "Cynthia, What are you doing!"

	Cynthia looked down at me, "You see Richard, now it's my turn.
Instead of me dressing up as a new slut every night, I'm going to make
YOU, into "my" perfect, slut lover."

	Cynthia sat my drink down, then, gripping my arm, she slowly
raised me to a standing position. Standing, yet totally helpless she
took my hand and slowly guided me into our bedroom.

	"Please Cynthia, we can work this out." I begged.

	Once there she began to strip me of all my clothes. She didn't
answer, but just smiled at me.

	"Please Cynthia, let's not go any further. What are you
talking about? What's this perfect lover bullshit?

	Still Cynthia didn't answer but walked to her closet and
opened the door.

	"Now Cynthia, stop this right fucking now!"

	She ignored me totally, seemed not to even really hear me as
she carefully pulled out a large box and, setting it on the bed in
front of us, she continued, without a pause...

	"What the fuck do you think you're doing! You can't do this to
me!!" I growled.

	Suddenly Cynthia turned and, with an evil glare sneered, "Oh
but my love, yes I can, cause I'm doing it right now!"

	Now she opened the box and pull out a rubber latex body suit.
No, not so much a body suit as a latex sex doll without a head. The
latex was a perfect flesh color with a dark tan. Cynthia sat me down
onto the bed and, with ease, she began to slip the latex rubber onto
my frozen form.

	First one leg then the next. The feet to the suit even had
individual toes, each with a wine red painted toe nail. I felt Cynthia
pull the smooth rubber up, sliding it over my legs. This was not
ordinary latex. It was soft and porous, much more like the texture of
skin than rubber.

	As she stood me back up, I begged, "Please Cynthia, you don't
know what you're doing!!"

	With a tug she pulled it up to my waist and not so gently
placed my soft cock into some kind of pouch inside the latex suit.

	Cynthia moved behind me and purred in my ear, "On the
contrary, my darling, please believe I know just what I'm doing my
dear, you're becoming my pretty French Barbie Doll. Feel how the latex
grips your legs so very tightly, just like a second skin, a beautiful
tan skin!. I love working the latex up your legs, god, I can't
believe how lifelike this latex is. Can you feel how the latex molds
to your legs so very tightly, just like a second skin. Yes, I know
the feeling. I think this is going to work out perfectly."

	Somehow a whimper had crept into my voice, "Cynthia, stop, I
don't like to wear latex and this is way to tight."

	But she didn't stop. "Now let's stand you up, there. See
Richard, that pathetic little cock of yours goes into the pouch,
there! See how your worthless cock disappears and how lifelike your
new pussy is. Why darling, the cock sheath even hooks up like a
catheter, so your piss hole works just like it does on other women.
From now on you'll have to squat to pee just like a real girl.

	"An additional benefit is that your shriveled cock will act
just like a real clit. In that pouch it will be stimulated by anyone
fondling or fucking your pussy. You will be able to have a real
"female" orgasm. This is a benefit I would like to deny you, but your
lovers will want the realism."

	With a tug, she pulled the body suit up to my waist. She
fitted my helpless hands into the tight, tight latex, carefully
working my fingers, hands and wrists into their tanned, satin smooth
veneer.

	"Darling, don't complain so! Now let's get your hands and
fingers worked into their new latex skin. You know, I'm going to love
having you helpless! There, not even one wrinkle! Now your hands are
those of an elegant woman, perfect in every detail, even down to your
beautiful, slick, wet, blood red, highly polished, two inch long
finger nails.

	"Don't you think your new claw-like nails are so pretty and
sexy! Goodness, this body suit is so tight!"

	Soon my torso and arms were just as tightly gloved in the
smooth rubber. As she sealed the back of the latex body suit with some
kind of glue, I could see in the full length mirror that my new latex
body was completely hairless and had the most beautiful feminine shape
I'd ever seen. There was not a seem or joint anywhere to spoil the
effect and the huge firm breasts of latex were luscious and alluring,
the deep pink nipples stiff and erect. The effect was perfect, the
detail unbelievable, even down to the blood red, dagger- like nails on
each finger.

	"No Cynthia, I'm don't want to be a girl! Stop this now!"

	Cynthia smiled, "But don't you see my love, my perfect lover
looks like a woman; a pretty French slutty, bitch for me to enjoy!"

	I looked down at the bare, shaved, pubic area and I saw a well
formed vagina and a stiff, large, clitoris protruding from between
pink inner cunt lips.

	"Cynthia, get this god dammed thing off me right fucking NOW!"

	Cynthia simply looked ant me, smiled and kept right on with
transforming me into the object of her fantasy. Cynthia sat me back
down on the edge of the bed and with seductive ease she slid Roxanne's
black silk stockings on my latex encased legs, first the right, then
the left.

	Then, helping me back to my feet, she whispered to me, "You
know darling, I wish you didn't think that way. You know I have spent
a great deal of time and money just to do this with you. I have no
intention what so ever of stopping. My days of being your submissive
unsatisfied whore are over, from this second on we'll play the games I
like!"

	Cynthia checked to make sure the seams to the stocking were
straight, then with subtle ease she put Roxanne's black satin corset
around my latex covered waist, fitted the half cups of the bra tightly
up and under my huge firm latex breasts, then began to lace the back
of the corset tightly closed. Tighter and tighter Cynthia pulled the
laces, smaller and smaller my waist shrunk. Every time I believed that
it was impossible to pull my waist any smaller, Cynthia would find a
way to make the corset an inch tighter.

	Soon I was gasping for breath, panting like a dog, begging
Cynthia to stop. I felt like I was being squeezed to death. I opened
my mouth wide, gasping for breath, as my body was ruthlessly
transformed into a sex object, not a person, just a toy for the sexual
enjoyment of others. Finally, with a last tug, Cynthia tied the laces
behind me. The corset was so tight that I could just barely breath,
but my waist was pulled down to an impossible wasp figure, so very
feminine and sexy.

	Then Cynthia turned me and stepped away and I was allowed to
see myself in the full length mirror. I could not believe what I saw!
My body had been forced into a perfect whore's shape. A sweet 16 inch
waist and 38DD breasts. I stared in the mirror amazed at the
impossible hour glass figure I now had. My waist had been pulled in so
I could almost put both hands around it and have the fingers touch.
My breath was very labored, from the tightness of the shining satin
corset that had molded my helpless torso into such a sexy whore's
body.

	"Oh God Cynthia stop, I can't breathe, my head is spinning!
Please stop!!"

	The corset was so tight that I could just barely breathe, but
my waist had been pulled down to an impossible wasp figure, so very
feminine and sexy.

	While she fastened the garters to the sheer black stockings,
Cynthia purred, "God darling, I love the way the corset lifts and
separates your lovely breasts to give a suggestion of even more size
and firmness and your tiny waist really calls attention to the size of
your tits. The only thing really wrong with my plan is that between
the corset, and your clothes, due to the tightness of the latex body
suit, your movement will be restricted. But then a pretty submissive
whore don't need to move very fast, does she, my slut love."

	I tried to reason with her as best I could through the
paralyzing drug. "Cynthia, what do you mean? You know you can't get
away with doing this to me. I'm not some kind of toy, I'm your
husband. When I get loose, you'll pay for this. Let me go right now!"

	Cynthia looked me in the face and smiled as she said, "But
don't you see my dear, I already am getting away with it. When I'm
finished with you, you'll be just like a life size doll... Only you'll
be one that I can move and pose as I wish.

	"Oh no my love, you're going to be just beautiful! A beautiful
living sex doll for me to dress and enjoy whenever, however I wish.
And whatever gave you the silly idea you were ever going to get out of
this? Soon you will be happy to be a little French slut. You'll see."

	I whimpered, "Please Cynthia, couldn't you loosen the corset
just a little?" I caught myself begging and yelled, "God what am I
saying, Cynthia take this fucking thing off this second. Cynthia, you
dumb fucking cunt, get this off me!"

	She didn't even reply. Instead she sat me on the bed and
continued to dress me as if I hadn't said a thing. Cynthia took
Roxanne's knee high boots from the bed and, after sliding my feet into
them, began to lace the gleaming black leather onto my legs.

	I stared at the soaring, pencil thin seven inch spiked high
heels as Cynthia laced the boots on skin tight. "I can't walk in these
things!!"

	Cynthia smiled, "Why dear, the heels on these boots are only
seven inches. I think Roxanne has some that are even higher. Besides,
you expected me to walk in them, so now you'll know how hard it is to
keep your balance. But you'll learn to be very graceful and ladylike
dear, you'll learn!"

	When Cynthia had finish lacing the boots she slid the silky,
tiny panties up over the high, high spiked heels, up over the gleaming
black leather boots, up over my nyloned legs and up over the corset's
garters, until the panties misted but did not conceal the shaved mound
between my legs.

	"There, now let's put your dress on. You know Richard, I
couldn't have picked a better outfit myself, you're going to be a very
sexy and seductive little cunt!"

	Cynthia slid my legs into the tight white leather, stood me up
and pulled the dress up to my waist. Shit, the bitch had the skirt
zipped all the way to the hem! Next she slid my helpless latex-covered
arms into the tight white leather sleeves and pulled the dress all the
way on and started to zip the back closed around the lovely latex
torso!

	The front of the dress was cut very low to show off my new
firm latex-formed body the and glove soft leather hugged my every
curve as she zipped the back of the dress tightly closed. The dress
was a perfect fit. "Oh god, you're going to be even lovelier than I'd
hoped. You are going to be an altogether exceptional sex toy!"

	I pleaded, "Please Cynthia, let me go and I'll do anything for
you!"

	"But my dear, don't you understand, when I'm done you'll do
anything I say anyway! He he he he."

	"NOOOO!!!"

	Now... we seem to have a tiny bit of unwillingness in you and
for that I'm truly sorry. But as my perfect lover, you really will
need to love your new role. Since I'm tired of listening to your
constant complaints, I will just move up my schedule for your next
step towards slavery. So... "

	"Please, Cynthia, don't do this. What do you mean that I need
to love this?".

	Cynthia reached into the box and pulled out a hypodermic
needle and a bottle of amber colored fluid. She filled the syringe
with the fluid, squirting a little out of the needle.

	"Cynthia... NO!!"

	As I screamed my protest... Cynthia plunged the needle into my
neck and injected the contents.

	"NO! MUFFFF Muffff, mufff, mmmm".

	My screams became inaudible whimpers as I felt the warm rush
of the drug affect my senses. I keep throng to scream, but all that
escaped were helpless, tiny whimpers.

	Cynthia smiled, "There darling, I want you get used to the
feel of total submission. This drug I have perfected will make you
pliable to any suggestions I make for you. Your mind is now a soft
sponge for me to fill with my will.

	"Now we need just one last thing to make you perfect, I mean
if you're going to have a pretty French whore's body, then you are
going to have to have a sexy whore's face! You're going to want to be
all exotic and sensual."

	She guided me to her dressing table, sat me down in her chair,
then opened the top left drawer. Slowly Cynthia pulled out a beautiful
tanned, full head-mask made of the same porous rubber as the body.
The difference was that the latex appeared to be spread over some kind
of mold. The mask was exquisite; perfectly lifelike, with huge brown
plastic eyes, long, thick fluffy eyelashes, and a shocking red lips.
The come-fuck-me mouth oozed so sensually that the stupidly starring
blank, empty eye holes set off perfectly.

	Wild, sexy eye makeup, rouge and eye liner made the face
perfect. I stared at the unbelievably lifelike full head-mask with
unbelieving terror, realizing just what was going to happen to me.

	I tried to move, but couldn't and gazed, my pleading eyes
filled with emotion, at Cynthia, begging her not to. My mind no longer
possessed the will to do anything but emit a series of tiny, pleading,
little squeaks that were almost inaudible and completely
unintelligible. Cynthia came around behind me where I couldn't see
her, and held the head so I could see the stunning exotic female face.

	"Goodbye Richard," Cynthia whispered in my ear, "Take a last
look at your disgusting male face, because in just a few minutes it
will be just a memory. From this second on you're going to be the
beautiful French whore I have always wanted for my lover. Better yet,
you will be my total slave."

	Cynthia turned the latex head so the back was to my face. In
the back of the mask there was an opening slit that ran from the crown
to the neck that allowed the head to be put on, eyelet holes and a
long black leather lace. Then carefully, with a cruel, sensual
slowness Cynthia gently drew the clinging latex head over my helpless
male face. As I felt the satin caress of the latex mask being slid
over my head and face, I tried to scream but all that was heard was a
tiny final whimper that escaped my lips

	Cynthia bent forward. "What's that darling, I can't understand
a word of what you're saying, you must speak up if you want
something".

	Then my head was totally engulfed in the tanned latex. Once my
male face had been completely inclosed in its beautiful female latex
sheath, Cynthia carefully started to slowly work the laces on the back
of the rubber head closed, working from the top to the base of my
neck, over and over, each time forcing the mask to constrict around my
face. Cynthia kept pulling the laces long after I thought it
impossible to make the mask fit my face any closer!

	She kept working the mask closed, carefully, so as to cruelly
force my face into the mold of the heavy latex mask, making the mask
literally a new, flawless, second skin. The pressure of the mask
against my face was quickly becoming unbearable.

	"God!", I thought "she has to stop, sweet fucking god it feels
as if she's going to crush my head". The pressure of the mask, the
overpowering feel of the latex, made my head swim! Cynthia kept
working the laces on the back of the latex head closed, going from top
to bottom, over and over, each time pulling the mask tighter and
tighter, cruelly, tightening it carefully, making the mask literally
skin tight perfection. It felt as if my head was being crushed as I
stared helplessly through the brown lenses as my face was ruthlessly
molded into the image of a beautiful exotic woman.

	God this is impossible, she has to stop, but Cynthia kept
working the laces ever tighter and tighter, forcing my face to take on
the semblance of the beautiful rubber head, superimposing the visage
of a breathtaking French bitch over my own features.

	Only when my wife was completely delighted by the image that
she had so cruelly created did she ruthlessly seal my features into
the inescapably female face of a stunning woman by knotting the
leather thong in a hard knot. I stared in disbelief at the dusky latex
sex doll sitting helpless in the mirror.

	"There you are my beautiful slut, how do you like your new
face? Don't you think you look so much better now that your all
sweet, slutty, and female?"

	I tried to shake my helpless head "NO" as Cynthia pulled on
the waist length, golden red, tightly curled, long flowing wig over
the bald dome of the bald latex head.

	In a few minutes Cynthia finished her handy work and stood in
front of me. "Yes... I've always thought that you're a very beautiful
woman Roxanne and I glad you're going to be my slave whore." In an
instant I recognized the face and body that stared back at me. As I
looked in the mirror I could see that once the full head mask had been
placed over my face and with the wigs long golden-red cascade flowing
over my leather clad shoulders the resemblance was uncanny. The image
that stared back at me from the mirror was exactly like that of our
slutty house guest.

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

			       Part Two

	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, you're dressed completely in
Roxanne's hot, sexy clothes, you're 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 to shake my head, I felt the silky smooth caress of
the long beautiful tresses caress my shoulders.

	"Now Roxanne, my sweet sexy French slut, let's finish getting
you dressed, you have got to be a perfect whore if you're 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
corsetted wasp waist, doing what I thought impossible, she pulled my
waist even tighter and smaller. Next, long dangling gold and diamond
pierced earrings were put through 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 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 no one would ever guess what was inside there.
Get used to it because you'll never, ever change. You're 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. An 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 Sony 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, let's 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 lenses 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 her little plan, my
mistress SuSu. Even SuSu (her real name was Suk, but she believed SuSu
was prettier, stupid cunt), a hot little bitch who had immigrated from
Singapore, and who I was fucking, wouldn't wonder if I didn't show up
for a while. Besides, she didn't even know my phone number, let alone
where I lived.

	It seemed 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 six inch high heeled pumps with half 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 too 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 corset's 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 wrapped 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 off 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
thrust my breasts out, and with a sway to my hips that was almost a
stripper's bump and grind, I walked the five steps to where SuSu
stood, unmoving, crying softly. I took SuSu's helpless shoulders 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 led 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 an evil smile and a truly vicious tone she 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 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 seam 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 its sweet stiff,
large, clitoris protruding from between pink inner cunt lips, not a
cock loaded with cum to fill up slut's pussy. 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 slid
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 "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 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 an unfair advantage, until
tonight our sweet Roxanne had never felt the pleasure of being tightly
corsetted 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 you're 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 you're
going to get out of this, you're 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 seven 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, let's 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, you're 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
trying 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 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 YOU'RE Cynthia... You are the submissive little cunt that
the old Cynthia was. Now, Cynthia, let's 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 where 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 their 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 either. 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, you're 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 their 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 corsetted 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, you're
almost finished, and what a sexy, sensational cunt you have turned
into. You had better get used to it because you from now on you're
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 neither 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 myself 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 as 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
thirstily. 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's helpless mannequin, except that, this time, I was already
transformed, dressed as a hot, sexy, beautiful dusky bitch.

	My wife led 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'll 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."

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

			      Part Three

	"This is a special video you are watching. It is tied to an
interactive computer program. This program is a training tape for
submissive whores that I developed. As you see your slutty images the
program will send subliminal messages through the video and audio to
mold your drug weakened mind. Your thoughts and desires will be to
serve me as a sex starved slut.

	"The program will start you off by learning the pleasures of
being stimulated as a female. Your little sex partner here will fondle
and caress your new female body. As you respond the program will
monitor your responses and send new commands to you to heighten your
responses. Your partner will get new commands to accelerate your
stimulation. Soon you will be in the throws of an upward sexual spiral
that will program your minds into those of insatiable sex slaves.
Enjoy it girls, because you will be girls when I get back. My
mindless, sexual slave girls though."

	Her voice transformed again to SuSu's. "I bring back new
friends and we all make fuckie soon, yes? My boyfriends like girls
with cocks, but you will have to do. They not know it but that will be
what they fuckie anyway. He, He, He."

	Her full, tight ass swiveled as "she" crossed the room and
shut the door.

	I felt the need to look deeply into the televisions screen. As
I did so, I was aware that the new Cynthia did also. After an unknown
period of time, I felt my hands begin to explore Cynthia's latex body.

	My long nailed hands glided over her full, luscious breasts.
Simultaneously I felt her fondling my breasts. Her nails scratched
their way across my nipples. I could actually feel the sensation
through my life-like latex skin. The sensation of her touch triggered
a response in my brain. I felt my nipples growing to meet her hands.
At the same time I felt my cock engorge within its latex prison. On
the outer skin it appeared as if my new clit was swelling in feminine
excitement.

	As these new sensations flooded my mind and body I was dimly
aware of the program sending me new commands. First, these new
feminine pleasures were being drilled into my sub-conscious mind. They
were going to be forever a part of my mental profile. The need for my
breasts to be fondled and abused, along with the total sexual pleasure
that these actions brought me. The second set of commands was driving
me and the new Cynthia to further explore each other. I wanted more
than anything to taste her swollen wet lips and hot wet tongue. I
placed her gorgeous face in my totally feminine hands and drew her to
me. I pressed my lips to hers and felt the unique sensation of two
sets of bee-stung lips pressing against each other. I began nibbling
on her lips. This progressed to both of us biting on the full lip of
the other. Pain and pleasure were being mixed in our desires. The
program drove us on to make this part of our need to exist. My hot
tongue darted into her mouth. I tasted the familiar tastes of SuSu.
that could not change until her diet had been altered to mimic
Cynthia's.

	More commands washed over me. We began a tug of war with our
tongues. She started by sucking mine deeply into her throat. I could
not believe how far my tongue extended, nor how deeply she took it
without gagging. Again the program was conditioning our minds and
bodies to do things no normal human would consider, but things a sex
slave would die for.

	My desired heightened as we continued sucking and fondling
each other's breasts. Suddenly and simultaneously, our hands moved
downward to each others pussies. I felt her totally realistic pussy
lips through her panties. She was swollen and wet with desire. It was
then that my clouded mind noticed that my panties were wet also.
Apparently the cock sheath had a catheter implanted into my male
sexual tubing. The seminal fluids that my male body was producing in
response to my lover's stimulation were being used to lubricate my new
pussy.

	I felt Cynthia's hands remove my panties, but this time I did
not copy her actions. Instead, I lounged back and spread my nylon clad
legs. The latex Cynthia buried her face in my crotch and began to eat
my new pussy. I was no longer sure if it was the program that was
driving my passion or just the overwhelmingly exquisite sensations of
having my pussy eaten by such a beautiful woman. I did feel the
program cause my mind to make me totally thankful to my lover for
giving me such pleasure.

	There was a twist then that overwhelmed my desires with a
greater desire to give her pleasure. For the rest of my life, any time
I felt pleasure, I would have a burning desire to sexually satisfy my
lover. I was a slave to my passion.

	As I felt the pleasure of Cynthia eating my pussy and nibbling
on my hard clit, my attention was diverted to looking at myself. The
program was at work again. I took in the erotic site of my beautiful
nylon encased legs and the extremely high heels on my feet. I saw the
full swell of my hips and felt the roundness of my lush ass. I
marveled at the disappearance of my waist that accentuated my ripe
titties.

	Then I was forced to look at the screen. I saw a drop dead
gorgeous tanned French slut having her pussy eaten by an equally
beautiful southern belle. This image was burned into my mind. I fell
in love with the feminine image in the screen. I was that slut and I
loved her. She was everything that a lover could want. She was
gorgeous, sensual, erotic, submissive, and totally bound to her sexual
desires.

	As my gaze was frozen to my loving image I could feel my pussy
continue to moisten. Cynthia's tongue was lapping at my clit forcing
my male juices to mimic a wet pussy. The passion rose and rose to
unbelievable heights. Then Cynthia drove her finger into my ass. Her
long nailed fingers hurt so good as they scratched their way to my
prostate. As she hit that magic gland I felt myself cumming. My balls
exploded in a devastating and protracted orgasm. But all I saw was the
beautiful French slut on the screen cumming like a bitch in heat.

	That was the image that was burned into my mind forever. I
was, and was in love with, the slut. She would rule my life with her
passion and need to totally satisfy others. Before I could even fully
assimilate my new personality, the programming drove my actions. It
was my turn to satisfy Cynthia. No, not my turn, but my duty, my
desire, my life.

			   Jessica's Story

	I woke up feeling great, stretching out in my huge king sized
bed, feeling the satin sheets caress my body. I had nothing to get
done tonight, indeed, I had nothing to do for three months, after
which I planned to move to New York. I had quit my job at the Computer
Land in Beverly Hills and had every plan of simply enjoying myself for
the next few weeks at least, then maybe traveling a little. What had
made all of this possible was that during a trip to Europe I had
bought into a Lotto and had been lucky to the pleasant surprise of
13.5 million dollars.

	I had told no one of my luck, I have no living relatives and,
except for work, not a lot of friends. The only place I had written
anything was to put the entire story, including the Swiss Bank numbers
into my diary. But then, I put everything in my diary, EVERYTHING. I
was sharing a huge house in the Malibu Canyon area with two other
girls. I had told one of them that the owner was going to sell, and
she had made plans and moved.

	Yolanda had moved over three weeks ago and the other "girl",
SuSu, was mine to enjoy till I tired of the cheap little part time
whore. Then I would have the entire house to myself.

	I slid out of bed and dropped my pale blue lace nightgown on
the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror. Short brown hair cut in a
pixie style, big deep blue eyes, firm, trim body and 38DD breasts.
All in all, a very attractive and desirable looking young woman stared
back at me from the mirror. Now to get dressed. First I put on my
black nylon and lace garter belt. I love garter belts, they make me
feel so feminine and alluring. After my garter belt was around my
twenty-two inch waist, I smoothed my silky thigh-hi black seamed, very
sheer hose on over my creamy legs and fastened the garters. I pulled
my black french-cut bikini panties on over my nylons, up over my
garter straps and misted my neatly trimmed pubic hair. I couldn't help
but think that there are so many dirty names for a woman's vagina, my
secret name for it was my cunny and I like that so much better.

	After checking that my stocking seams were straight, I put on
my beautiful new black velvet sandals with there slim spiked five inch
heels. As I fastened the slender black velvet ankle straps, I caressed
my nyloned leg. God, I loved the way it felt, my leg was so smooth and
sexy and the sight of my inch long wine red nails against the dusky
silk of the nylons made me feel so hot I wanted to cum right then.
Over to the make-up table to put my face on. Translucent creamy beige
foundations smoothed my face to flawless perfection. My brows I
penciled in high arching thin and sexy. Next came my longest, lushest
false eyelashes outlined in jet black eye liner. On my lower lids went
glittering gold eye shadow followed by hot pink to my brows. Hot wine
blush made my cheeks glow. Slick wet creamy wine red lipstick made my
mouth perfect. The final touch for my pretty face was a light dusting
of pressed powder. I looked at the reflection in the lighted makeup
mirror and loved what I saw.

	A beautiful, sexy face, luscious wet wine lips, exotic,
exquisite eyes, perfect. I gently traced my stiff, erect nipples with
my long, perfect wine nails. But if I was going any place tonight, I'd
better finish getting ready. I walked over to the bed and began to
dress. I picked up the lush, gorgeous heavy floor length black velvet
skirt, and began to put it on. I slowly pulled the black velvet up
over my spiked heels, up over my silky, ebony nyloned legs, up over my
creamy thighs and finally my lace covered crotch. When the skirt was
on, I zipped and buttoned it closed. I checked myself in the full
length mirror. The skirt perfect, tight, very tight, around my sweet
sexy ass and waist then dropped within an inch of the floor. Next I
put on the black velvet satin lined bikini bra top. The tiny cups of
the bikini just barely covered my stiff erect nipples, nipples that
were very much visible through the velvet and satin that just barely
imprisoned them. I love the feel of settling my very firm pretties,
oops, breasts, into the silky smooth bra cups. I picked up the black
velvet choker with its diamond broach and fastened around my ivory
throat. The long, exquisitely heavy diamond earrings were next, three
inches long, a glittering cascade of brilliant fire whose erotic
weight pulled on my lobes and made my cunny even wetter.

	When I was sure my outfit was perfect, I went to the closet
where I kept some of my wigs. I love wigs, all kinds and all colors
and all lengths. There are however some very special wigs that I keep
locked up in my "Fantasy Room" in the basement along with my "toy"
collection (which has grown out of sight since I won the Lotto). I
took out my golden honey blond "Princess Di" and carried it over to my
makeup table. It took me about a half hour to put my wig on to my
satisfaction. When I was finished, the wig looked totally natural,
framing my pretty face in a perfectly coiffure honey gold dream.

	As soon as I was happy with the elegant, exquisite, angelic
effect I had created with my tight, elegant black velvet gown, high,
sexy heels, exotic makeup and beautiful golden hair, I began to select
the rest of my jewelry to make me perfect. For my right wrist I choose
a very slender diamond and platinum ID bracelet with my name, first
and middle, "Jessica Michelle" engraved in tiny letters. For my left,
an inch wide diamond bracelet. I laid these bracelets on the bed. The
final touch was a fine platinum and gold ankle bracelet with tiny,
almost to small to be seen letters that said "Bitch Goddess". As I
fastened the tiny catch I thought, I had never, ever, worn that ankle
bracelet out before, but I planned to do lots of new things in the
near future.

	I picked up my elegant, feminine shoulder length black satin
opera gloves and pulled them slowly on, enjoying the feel of the satin
on my arms and hands. I ran my hand down the opposite arm, from elbow
to wrist, the feeling was exquisite. I fastened the three tiny black
pearl buttons at each wrist then put my bracelets on. Then, very
gently, I let my right satin covered index finger trace the outline of
the swollen, stiff, hard nipple that was prisoner behind the rich
black velvet. God, how very nice it felt. I wanted so badly to lay
back on the bed, my long tight sexy skirt bunched around my thighs, my
skimpy black lace panties pulled down, a single satin gloved finger
deep in my sweet cunny while the other satin gloved hand stroked my
firm, full pretties until I made myself spend again and again. But
that would come latter tonight.

	I put on my black velvet blazer jacket. As I slipped my arms
into the tight sleeves I watched in the mirror as my gown was
completed. The fit was unbelievable. As I buttoned the jacket I
watched as my sweet pretties were squeezed gently up and out into
almost obscene prominence. I walked over to my second walk-in closet,
my steps short and sexy as the tight velvet of my skirt slowed my
steps and as my high, slim spike heels thrust my ass and sweet
pretties out taut against the constrictive velvet, and got the perfect
final touch. An ankle length black mink with a black leather tie belt.

	I let my black satin covered hands run over the silky soft,
rich, thick black fur. The feel of the fur almost made me cum right
then as I slid my arms into the wonderful, sexy mink. I didn't belt
the coat, not yet. I picked up my black satin evening clutch and
checked inside to make sure that my credit cards were all there and
picked up the keys to my Mercedes. One last check in the mirror; god I
loved what I saw!

	A truly superb woman stood at the other end of my dressing
room framed in the mirror. A cold, jewel like face of exceptional
beauty looked straight at me. Large, brilliant blue eyes regally
surveyed the scene from under long, lush lashes. A full, delicious
wine red mouth half pouted, half smiled at all those who were less
sophisticated, less sensual, less totally female then her. Her regal
face was framed in a golden blond, perfectly coiffure dream that
misted but did not hide the icy fire of the diamonds that hung from
her ear lobes. At her neck was a black velvet choker with its heart
shaped diamond broach. And at the creamy white neck there was an
almost magical transformation.

	In beautiful contrast to the cold, imperial beauty of the
face, the body was a hot, lush, erotic female dream. Huge, firm
breasts, flat small waist, lush tight ass, a perfect animal body. A
body dressed to make men want to have those slim satin gloved fingers
touch their hard, swollen filthy cocks, to let those same satin hands
guide that same straining cock deep into her tight, hot cunny. A body
that made other women wonder what it would be like to kiss and gently
suck those huge, stiff, erect nipples, to caress the soft creamy
thighs and to taste her in the secret ways only another woman can
share. Her sweet, sexy body was gowned in tight beautiful black velvet
and glistening mink. From under the hem of the rich, tight, sexy floor
length skirt the promise of high, spiked heels was revealed at every
step. I smiled at my sweet reflection and went out of my bedroom, down
the stairs to the living room.

	I didn't believe it! Standing in the living room was SuSu.
Damn it, what was she doing out here at midnight. She was supposed to
have some sort of date with some guy she was fucking, she had even
showed me the note from him asking her to his house. After that she
had some "Job". One more day and this Singapore, she-male bitch's
street walking days would be over, thank God. Looking at her I thought
what a perfect slave SuSu would make.

	I had even had a very special outfit made just for her. SuSu
was dressed like a slut, which didn't surprise me. SuSu was wearing a
tight, very, very tight magenta leather skirt and blazer, 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
slut's hour glass body. SuSu's "outfit" made her look just like the
cheap whore she was.

	"SuSu! You look lovely this tonight. How are you darling?"

	"Thank you Jessica, you look so nice. So sorry to bother you,
but I hoping you not left yet. I have to get something from room, now
my car no start and I have a job. Could you PLEASE give me ride
downtown? I be happy pay for gas."

	"Of course SuSu sweet, I'd be happy to, I'm going that way
myself."

	SuSu picked up her purse and followed me to the car. I really
hate the idea of this cheap she-male hooker in my car, but in only 24
hours SuSu won't be riding anywhere.

	"Where is your job at SuSu?"

	"Promise you no laugh, I going to model bridal and evening
gowns for store called "FOREVER BRIDAL".

	I looked out of the corner of my eye at the bright red
lipstick, heavy rouge, purple eye shadow and inch and a half false
eyelashes and thought "God what a joke". The thought of SuSu in the
white satin and lace of a virgin bride was just to stupid to believe.

	SuSu smiled and babbled on. "It on the corner of Eighth
Street, by new mall. It have small, private underground garage, that
where service entrance is. You please drop me there? I afraid go in
there this late by self. They want to do photos while store closed and
I get job because other girl no would work this late. Yolanda find out
about job and call me, she so nice." Her pathetic desire to have me
like her made me ill. However, I replied sweetly, "Of course SuSu
sweet. I'll be only to happy to drop you off at the door."

	It didn't take long to get there and the small underground
garage was empty when I pulled in. I drove all the way to where the
door was and put my Mercedes in park while I waited for SuSu to get
out. She smiled, and opened her clutch.

	"SuSu, you don't really have to give me anything, I was going
this way already."

	Her blue leather gloved fingers came out of the blue leather
clutch holding a hypodermic syringe, her other leather gloved hand was
shoving my fur and skirt up, I felt the sting of the needle on my
thigh.

	"SuSu you crazy fucking bitch! What did you do to me? God,
what was in that needle you stupid bitch?"

	SuSu reached past me toward the car keys. I tried to stop her,
grab her, but my arms wouldn't move. She turned the ignition off and
took the keys out. I watched in horror as she carefully straightened
my skirt and fur. I tried to scream but nothing would come out! God
what is this she-male whore doing, what is happening?

	SuSu got out of the car and went to a door marked "Service"
and knocked. In just the matter of a few seconds the door opened and
out walked an impossibly beautiful woman, dressed in a breathtaking
bizarre blood red and black latex Dominatrix outfit. I watched as she
came toward me, the skin tight, long sleeved, high necked, blood red
mini-dress zipped tightly from neck to hem. Black shiny latex gloves
covered her slim fingers, her shapely legs encased in thigh-hi
gleaming black latex boots with soaring seven inch spiked heels. All
of her beautiful exotic latex fit her like a second skin. Her long,
long buttock length hair was jet black, full and thick framing a
creamy skinned perfect face. All I could see was the lower half of her
face because she wore a black latex cape with a hood that shadowed
much of the rest. Her blood red lip broke into a gentle smile and I
could see the movement of her inch long thick black lashes.

	Then she was gone from my field of view, I could hear the
click of her heels as she came to my side of the car but I couldn't
turn my head to see what she was doing. The sounds of her heels
stopped and I heard my car door open and a soft sweet liquid voice
spoke "SuSu my sweet, please see to the door, we don't want to be
interrupted".

	I heard the sounds of SuSu's heels as she went to the door,
the sound of the door sliding shut followed by a snap as a lock
clicked shut. I watched as a black latex hand took my black satin
hand, everything was spinning, and then all was darkness.

	When I came to I was naked, I couldn't believe this was really
happening to me! I tried to move, only to discover that I was bound to
a curious frame of some sort. I was bound in a kneeling position, my
arms pulled straight back and up. My head was bound so that while I
could turn my head slightly from side to side I was forced to look
down, completely unable to look out straight, let alone up. That slut
SuSu was really going to pay for this. Then I heard the sound of a
woman's high heels behind me. I tried to turn but couldn't, then
suddenly there she was in front of me. I could only see her from about
tit high down. Whoever the bitch was, she was wearing my gown and fur!

	I exploded, "What the fucking hell do you think you're doing!
Get me down from this god damn thing and get your fucking ass out of
my gown. Do you know who I am? Well? God Damn it, I'm Jessica
DeChombonard, now get me down now and get your fucking cunt out of my
clothes, whoever the fuck you are!"

	I watched in disbelief as a satin gloved finger reached out
and gently stroked my left nipple. This was too much. "Take your
fucking hand off of me and get your fucking ass out of my gown and
fur. I don't know who you are, but I am a very important person and
you are in a lot of trouble unless you release me this instant. Get
out of my things!"

	The woman who was wearing my gown spoke for the first time,
"You shouldn't speak to me like that, you must address me as is
proper."

	"I'll address you anyway I fucking well please, now let me up
and give me my gown and fur!

	A satin gloved hand gently stroked my face,."I really don't
think you understand about these clothes, or for that matter, about
anything else. Now please my sweet, you must be nice when you speak to
me."

	I screamed at this dumb bitch who dared to wear my things,
"Now listen you stupid mother fucking cunt, I am Jessica Michelle
DeChombonard and I don't give a fuck what you want. Now you will untie
me and you will get your twat out of my things. Now, right fucking
now."

	Then, without any warning, she slapped me hard across my
helpless face. With each word her satin gloved hand cracked first my
right, then my left cheek,

	"You filthy cum filled whore, you will never, ever speak to
your Mistress like that again you cheap, stupid bitch! You are not
Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, you are my slave, you fucking dumb
bitch. From this second on, whore, you will show me the respect your
Mistress deserves. Now whore, who are you and who am I?"

	"Please!", I cried, "My name is Jessica Michelle DeChombonard,
just please don't hit me again."

	She slapped my face again and again.

	"You are not Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, you are a whore
and my slave. Now who are you, cunt, and who am I?"

	I was crying, I begged her to stop, "Oh god please stop,
please don't hurt me any more, please dear God stop."

	She reached for something where I couldn't see and brought
forward, oh god no, a black leather riding crop. The riding crop
cracked against my open, defenseless cunny, I sobbed, helpless with
pain.

	She waited for me to stop sobbing, "You filthy cum drinking
slut, you are my slave, a cheap worthless whore. Now for the last
time, who are you?"

	I choked back my tears, "I'm your slave, please don't hurt me
any more, not there, not my cunny, oh please, you hurt my cunny so
very bad."

	Her black satin hand stroked my right nipple very gently,

	"Very good whore, now bitch, who am I?"

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

	Still stroking my breast, she continued, "Well cunt, what is
your name?"

	"Please, my name is Jessica DeChombonard."

	The riding crop exploded across my helpless pretties and cunny
while she screamed, "You are not Jessica DeChombonard, you are my
slave and a slut, Jessica DeChombonard is a beautiful, elegant woman,
you are a slut, a whore. You are not Jessica DeChombonard. Now you
fucking cum filled cunt, who are you and who am I. Answer me slut!"

	Between helpless sobs, I cried, "I am your slave and you are
my mistress, please, oh god, my cunny and my pretties! Please
Mistress, don't hurt my cunny any more."

	The beautiful black satin hand again gently stoked my left
nipple, "That's so much better my sweet slave, but you still haven't
said who I am, well?"

	"Please Mistress, I don't know, you are my Mistress, Please
don't hurt my cunny again, please Mistress."

	"Very good slut, I am your Mistress. You have that part right.
Now what's your Mistress's name?"

	Oh Jesus, that horrible riding crop flicked out again catching
my defenseless cunny. Through the red haze of pain in my poor, hurt
cunny I heard her say, "You stupid fucking whore, you don't even know
your Mistress's name? Very well then, we can't continue your education
unless you know who your governess is. MY NAME IS JESSICA, Jessica
Michelle DeChombonard. Now my fucked little bitch, what is your sweet
Mistress's name? Well whore, answer me!"

	"I couldn't believe what I heard, I began to sob, "Oh my God,
No. Please, no! I'm Jessica, not you, please stop hurting me and let
me go, please?! I'll do anything you say, give you anything you could
want. You can keep my gown and fur, anything. Just let me go to be
Jessica again, please?"

	The woman in my clothes then laid down the riding crop. I
thought, "Oh yes, she is going to let me up, she is going to set me
free."

	She reached behind me, her mink and velvet body pressed close
to my naked, bound torso. Then, so quickly that I didn't even get a
glimpse of her face, she crouched between my wide spread legs. I felt
the gentle caress of her satin fingers as she tenderly spread the
outer lips of my cunny. White-hot pain smashed me from my helpless
cunny. I screamed, and sobbed, god how bad it hurt. I looked down
through tear filled eyes at my violated cunny. She had fastened an
alligator clip to my clit! Oh Jesus how it hurt! I watched in
unbelieving horror as those beautiful, elegant black satin hands
reached towards my left breast. I saw the gleaming silver of a pair of
clip type nipple clamps.

	All I could do was sob, "No Please!" over and over as the
clips were placed on the tender, swollen nipples of first my left,
then my right breast.

	Then she slapped me hard in the face, again and again while
she screamed, "Shut the fuck up bitch, do you hear me cunt. I said to
shut your fucking mouth, you cum drinking whore, shut up or I will
really hurt you, you dick sucking little slut."

	Slowly I managed to quite my body wracking sobs. I tried to
look up, I whimpered, my voice small, soft, begging, "Please Mistress,
my cunny hurts so bad, please, you're hurting my cunny."

	She sneered, "I said shut your cum filled mouth. I am Jessica,
not you. When you speak to me, you shall only address me by name.
Whenever you address me, you will speak to me as if I was your lover,
your sweetest, most perfect love. You have nothing to give me, cunt, I
already have everything sweet, elegant Jessica has. And you, whore,
are my total slave, and will do anything I say, be anything I want.
You can end the pain only by your total acceptance and submission to
me as Jessica. Now that you know that I am Jessica Michelle
DeChombonard, answer my question. Remember I am your lover and you are
my sweet slave."

	I knew deep inside I would do, say anything to stop the pain
in my cunny and pretties, my voice betrayed my temporary submission,
"Sweetest Darling, your name is Jessica, You are my Mistress and my
lover."

	"And who are you?"

	"I am my beautiful Jessica's slave, her whore, her lover."

	"And what is my full name bitch?"

	"My sweet, gentle lady, your full name is Jessica Michelle
DeChombonard."

	"And what does my pretty slave twat do?"

	"Whatever my sweetest, precious Mistress wishes me to do,
please sweetheart, my cunny and pretties hurt so bad, please lover,
I'll be a good slave for my beautiful Jessica, just please take the
clips off my pretties and my cunny."

	She savagely back handed my poor bruised face, her voice a
heartless sneer, "Cunt, don't you ever again ask me to do anything
that makes you feel better! Your only reason for being, your whole
purpose for your slut life from this second forward is to give me
pleasure. If hurting you excites me then you must beg me to hurt you.
You are still clinging to the false hope you can somehow awaken from
this nightmare. What you fail to grasp, to even begin to comprehend,
is that this is not your nightmare, it is my wet dream! Now my sweet
little toy, would you like the clips removed from your cunny and
pretties?"

	"God no, I mean, only if you want to, please."

	She hit me again.

	"Have you forgotten everything I have taught you so far, now
cunt, how do you address me?"

	I whimpered through my tears, "I'm sorry my love, I forgot.
Please my adored lady, forgive me. You should remove these clips from
my pretties and from my cunny only if you wish to my, sexy, beautiful
darling. I won't ask again. I'm here only for your pleasure, darling."

	She slapped my poor, brutalized face hard, "You don't have
pretties or a cunny you, fucking stupid slut. Jessica has pretties and
a sweet cunny, not you! Whores like you have tits and a wet, hot cunt.
What you have is a pussy, a twat, now you say it, bitch!"

	"Yes, yes!" I sobbed, "I have a cunt, please sweet Jessica,
your whore has a cunt, a twat to be used by my beautiful Mistress, I'm
Jessica's whore. Please, let me go down on you, I know how to make
another woman feel very good! Please Jessica my love, let me make you
feel good."

	"So now you would like to make me feel good. You like making
love to other women, don't you slut?"

	"Yes darling Jessica, anything to make my Mistress happy."

	"How about men, how about a nice hard cock in your cunt or
sucking a big thick cum filled dick in your mouth?"

	"No Mistress, the only lover I want is you, a beautiful sexy
woman."

	"What if I want to see you fucking with a man, his hard cock
buried deep in you hot little box?"

	"Please no, I don't like cock, I don't like men," I begged,
god my cunt hurt, "Please let me make you feel good Jessica, let me
eat you darling. I know you would taste so sweet, Please?"

	"So you don't like cocks? I thought all whores liked cocks?
But all you can think about is eating out my cunny, going down between
my silky soft thighs. What kind of whore are you, bitch? What name do
we call sluts that like other women? Well?"

	"Please darling Jessica, don't make me say it, please!", I
begged.

	Jessica picked up that terrible black leather riding crop with
her beautiful, sexy black satin gloved hand and inserted the tip into
my helpless cunny. No not cunny, I corrected myself, into my pussy.

	"Well slut?", Jessica purred as she began to slowly work the
ridding crop deeper into my cunt.

	"I'm a lesbian darling. Please my love, let me be your lesbian
bitch." God no, I was getting wet, my pussy was getting all hot and
wet. I begged, "Let me be your lover darling. Please Jessica, please!
Yes!"

	Jessica pressed close to me, still fucking me with the riding
crop, her other hand moving behind my head, fumbling with something.
Then suddenly my head was free. As she stepped back, I looked up at my
Mistress's face.

	I felt my eyes go wide with disbelief. "Oh dear sweet fucking
god, no! You look just like me! My gown, my wig, my fur, my makeup,
my heels, my face, my body! Oh Jesus! How? Why?"

	Suddenly, she jammed the riding crop deep inside me and
pressed it brutally up against the clip on my clit. Blinding pain
erupted from my agonized cunt. With her other hand she grabbed a
handful of my hair and pulled my head up.

	"Have you forgotten all of your lessons so quickly slut. You
seem to have forgotten our roles. Only Jessica wears the satin and
velvet and mink. You whore, never wore them, did you whore?"

	I screamed in my pain, "No, I never wore them, never!"

	"Whose fur bitch?" "It's your mink Jessica, it's all yours,
everything! God my twat, Please Jessica, my twat. Lover please!"

	"That's right slut, I am Jessica. I have on Jessica's makeup,
Jessica's satin garter belt, Jessica's silky hose, Jessica's skimpy
panties, Jessica's sexy high heels, Jessica's tiny velvet bikini bra,
Jessica's tight velvet skirt, Jessica's beautiful jacket, Jessica's
elegant satin gloves, Jessica's lush mink, Jessica's jewelry,
Jessica's makeup, Jessica's wig, Jessica's face, Jessica's voice,
Jessica's body, Jessica's life! I am Jessica now, rich bitch Jessica,
dominant, beautiful, perfect. You are now just a whore, a slave, my
toy slut, to be fucked anyway I chose. Isn't that right whore?"

	Through my tears I looked up at the stunning, elegant woman
standing in front of me. With the last ounce of my fading will I spoke
"I am not a whore. I am Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, not you. You
look like me, you even sound like me, but you can't hope to get away
with this impersonation. Now please, whoever you are, let me up and
give me my things back. I promise never to tell anyone what happened."

	To my surprise, she let me finish. Slowly she began to caress
my body gently with her satin gloved hands, to press her velvet and
mink clad body against my helpless naked body. Then both of her hands
were on my breasts, the nipple clamps in her long slender fingers.
Slowly, with exquisite cruelty she began to squeeze the clamps
tighter, while her body continued to press sensuously against mine.

	Her voice whispered gently in my ear, "I am not a whore. I am
Jessica Michelle DeChombonard, not you. I look like you, I even sound
like you, I don't have to "get away" with an impersonation. From
tonight on I AM you. Now please remember my pretty little whore, you
are now my slave forever, I'll let you up when I want to and dress you
to please me. I promise you'll never, ever tell anyone what's
happened. Your problem, you filthy little slut is that you can not yet
accept what has happened to you."

	Completely broken, I was softly sobbing, all I could say was
"Please my love, please darling Jessica."

	She kept pressing harder and harder. Flashes of light began to
explode in front of my eyes. The pain was unbearable, my tits felt
like they were aflame. I begged her, "Please lover, please! Please,
you're right. Jessica, goddess, please my lady, please."

	She pressed herself close against me, "Who am I bitch?"
"Jessica Michelle."

	"And you?"

	"Your slut slave, darling."

	"And do you want to please me, make me feel good?"

	"More then anything my love."

	Suddenly the pain that bathed my nipples in white fire was
gone, Jessica had removed the clamps. God the relief was unbelievable.
Then Jessica removed the clamp from my miserable aching clit. Jessica
held a glass of wine to my bruised lips. As I drank I heard Jessica
say, "You look awful darling, if you're going to be my slave slut you
must be beautiful to excite me. But you don't excite me like you are
so I think you should become what and who I want."

	Slowly Jessica undid the straps that held me helpless. I tried
to stand, but my body refused to move, I tried to scream, but my mouth
would not open. Jessica stood me up. Jessica caressed my naked body
with her satin gloved hands while she whispered gently in my ear,
"God, bitch, I'm going to enjoy doing this to you. You really don't
understand the unbelievable luck that has led to our being together.
But we have to hurry, Roxanne and Cynthia will be here soon and I want
you to be ready to greet them."

From: Edwin Gay <[19]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

			      Part Four

	Jessica led me to a small room fitted out exactly like a
hospital OB/GYN examine room, even down to the table and lights.
Another woman stood there, smiling at me. The new woman was
breathtaking, a gorgeous southern belle. She was dressed in a skin
tight white latex nurse's uniform, complete, white latex hose, dress,
white patent spiked heeled pumps, even her nurse's cap was white
latex.

	Jessica walked over to her and they kissed gently, then
Jessica turned back to me. "Slut, this is Cynthia, one of my first sex
toys, and she is going to help me transform you into what you should
always have been."

	I was maneuvered up onto the table and my feet placed in the
stirrups. I watched in total horror as Cynthia inserted an IV needle
into my arm. Then Cynthia took a cervix spreader from a tray and,
after coating it in KY jelly, inserted it deep within my pussy. Then
something, I couldn't see what, was shoved deep within my ass.

	Dear God, what was she doing? Cynthia went to a small tank and
turned a valve and then stepped up to stand next to me,

	"Well my new pet, did you know that she-males like our mutual
friend SuSu and women make Jessica very horny? However, I like me
boy-girls to be totally feminine. This IV has concentrated hormones,
the same ones that very, very pregnant women produce, but 1000's of
times more powerful.

	"Inside of an hour your beautiful breasts will swell,
engorging with sweet milk, in two hours, you will be begging for
someone, anyone to suck your tits to ease the pain as your tender,
swollen udders make you scream for relief.

	"But milk filled breasts are only one half of being the
exaggerated she-bitch that turns me on so. Can you feel the tightness
from the skin on your hips as the hormones start to make you the cow
you were meant to be? In the matter of just a few minutes you will have
the pelvis of a woman made for child bearing, your body made to look
like it can produce babies at the drop of a hat in just one short
hour, 60 short minutes. But don't worry, your role is not to be a
mother, just to become an obscenely feminine sex toy." Then, smiling,
she stood up and took Jessica by the arm and left.

	I watched in unbelieving terror as my hips swelled, distended,
getting larger and larger, fuller, so very sexy. The pain became
unbearable, I tried to scream, but all I could do was lie there,
totally helpless. I could feel the hormones pouring through my
system, feel the heaviness in my breasts, feel my nipples starting to
drip with sweet, thick milk. Oh please god, let Jessica come back, I
hurt so bad, my ass was getting so very big, my vision started to
blur. Then, just as I felt that I was going to split wide open,
Cynthia returned and turned the valve off and removed the tube from
inside me.

	Jessica stepped back in the room and stood watching, still
perfect in her fur and shiny, sexy satin gloves. She didn't say a word
but smiled as Cynthia wheeled a small stool over between my legs. Then
she picked up a pair of clear latex gloves and pulled them on.

	I felt something moist being spread all around my pussy, and
something was pressed tightly up against and then deep into my cunt.
"Oh sweet fucking God"; I thought; "What is she doing to me?"

	Then Cynthia stood up. She walked up by my head, a syringe in
her hand. Smiling, she gently stroked my face and then the gleaming
needle was at my throat, a sharp sting and a burning pain. My ability
to move was radically diminished as the injection seeped throughout my
body. I had muscular control but no will of my own to use my body.

	Cynthia sat me up. I watched in terror as she brought out an
amber skinned latex body suit. Cynthia savagely garbed a fistful of my
hair and pulled my head sharply back so I stared helplessly at the
ceiling. The she began to force my unresisting, swollen, tits and ass
into the velvet smooth latex. The hardest part was fitting a latex
cock into my boo cunny. It seemed to be a part of the suit, but I
couldn't see what it connected to.

	It took Cynthia perhaps an hour, but finally I was completely
encased satin smooth latex skin from the neck down except for where
the amber latex skin that covered my breasts had been glued around my
own, real, rock hard, aching, tender, swollen nipples leaving them
exposed, leaking sweet, thick milk.

	Once Cynthia had finished with my body, she began on my head.
First my hair was trimmed down to nothing but fuzz with electric
clippers, then she shaved my head, completely; head, eyebrows, even my
eyelashes were plucked out. My vision was swimming as a latex hood of
some kind was pulled over my poor battered face and laced unbelievably
tight, the mouth glued over my lips.

	Then Cynthia began to dress me, long sheer thigh-hi pale pink
hose were smoothed over my latex encased legs. Then a pretty pair of
pastel pink satin maternity tap pants, lavish with lace and satin
ribbon trim were pulled on and the four garters fastened to my nylons.

	God my breasts were so full, so swollen with milk. My nipples
were leaking and ached so badly. I tried very hard to speak, just
louder the a whisper, "Please pretty Jessica, please, my tits are so
full, please?"

	"Please what cunt?"

	"Please Lover, make the pain go away in my tits."

	Jessica slapped my latex covered face hard, "Slut, are you
asking me to make you feel good again?"

	"God, no, please," was the whimper. "I'm so sorry Jessica!
Please!?"

	"Just keep your mouth shut till I tell you can talk again."

	I nodded helplessly. Now a pretty matching pink satin and lace
underwired maternity/nursing bra with soft, absorbent nursing pads
went on over my huge, swollen milk-engorged breasts.

	Jessica looked at me and smiled, "Get up slut!" Slowly and
very unsteady I stood. "Come with me!"

	Dumbly I followed, stars flashing in my head. Jessica opened a
door and I went past her. The room was lavish in lace and satin, all
cherry red, a whore's room, my room. I saw myself in the mirrored wall
and gasped. The new elegant, beautiful Jessica went over to a bald and
erotic latex body form of SuSu. I ran my latex hand with its long,
claw like red nails over my swollen, distended, hips, ass and tits
down to my satin covered groin and felt the outline of a large, thick
cock and cum filled balls between my thighs. SuSu's cock, SuSu's
balls, between SuSu's thighs. The cock she had fitted into my cunny
was double ended. As it was buried into my cunny, it also stood out
proud and erect. Unbidden and against my will, I let my pink tongue
lick SuSu's cherry-red latex lips. I was perfect, the ultimate she-
male fantasy.

	Laid out on the bed was what I knew was the rest of SuSu's
outfit. They took me to the bed and began to dress to make my
Mistress want me. I too felt the overpowering desire to be desirable.
First were crotch-high cherry-red patent-leather boots with soaring
seven inch, pencil-thin, skyscraper heels. The beautiful gleaming
leather boots laced up the back from ankle to the top. I silently
pulled the boots on up to my crotch, then lay face down on the red
satin-covered heart-shaped bed, being very careful to avoid the rest
of my outfit.

	I heard Jessica come up behind me and then felt her lace the
boots on, skin tight. As soon as she finished, I got up off the bed,
straightened the satin spread. I picked up my luscious, white,
tightly-tapered, velvet, ankle-length skirt with its stretch-satin
expansion panel and, slowly, carefully, put the skirt on. I fastened
the skirt's side button and zipped the zipper closed. The skirt was
split up the front to just above knee-hi, and showed off the boots
very prettily.

	The next part of my ensemble was a stunning knee-length
cherry-red flared velvet coat with short, large, puffed bell sleeves.
The coat was lined in heavy white satin and the loose stand-up collar
fastened with a red velvet bow at the base of my throat.

	Once my coat was on I went to the make-up table and took the
gleaming, metallic, silver, short, upswept, elegantly-styled, wig from
its head and carefully put it on. When I was happy that it looked
perfect, I pinned on the cherry-red velvet pillbox hat with its short
rhinestone studded veil and lowered the veil across my staring brown
plastic eyes. I stood and returned to the bed and pulled on the
shoulder-length white kid gloves and picked up my cherry-red velvet
clutch. I checked myself one last time in the mirrored wall; god what
a stunning sexy picture I made.

	I let my white kid gloved hand trace my velvet gowned, huge,
bursting, lactating 44DD udders and turned to face my Goddess.

	The new Jessica finally spoke. "Oh by the way, slut. The
injection you received has melted away your will and personality. You
are now an empty slate for me to write upon. I will make you into a
work of art. You will be the most passionate, submissive, feminine
slave in my stable.

	"As we have been working, hidden speakers have been relaying
suggestions into your brain to mold you into the sex slave you need to
be. You have been becoming a she-male sex toy over the first hour.
Your entire personality and mentality have been shifting to your new
life.

	"Just watch! Tell me SuSu, what do you think of the way you
look?"

	The words spilled from her mouth without any reservations.
"How I look? I think I all pretty for you now. You think I pretty
whore? I want make you horny. You so beautiful, I love you make fuck
with me."

	Jessica had put her black satin gloves, bracelets and mink
back on. "Yes, you are pretty now, aren't you bitch? What is your
name bitch?"

	"I SuSu, you like me now?"

	"What are you, SuSu?"

	"I Jessica's whore, I her pretty, she-male slut."

	"Do you like being a whorish, cunt sucking she-male slut?"

	I lowered my pretty, made up, latex face. "Yes."

	"Yes what, whore!?!"

	"Yes I like be like this, I like be pretty for you Jessica, I
like have suck Jessica's pussy. Yes?"

	"And you can be even more lovely, my darling boy-girl
prostitute!"

	Jessica opened the top drawer of the dresser she stood next
too and held a cherry-red leather and chrome silver ball gag out
toward me, "Here SuSu, put this on, put it on very tight!"

	I looked with unbelieving dread at the gag in Jessica's
gleaming black satin hand and reverted to my real voice, "God, No, Oh
please Jessica! Please don't put me in bondage! I'll be SuSu for you,
I'll be good, but please, Goddess, Mistress, please don't make me
anymore helpless then I already am!"

	"Oh SuSu, now you have been very bad, haven't you. Not only
have you tried to mimic your Mistress but you have defied her! Now
slut, get your coat, gloves and bra off! NOW BITCH! MOVE!"

	With trembling hands I started to unbutton my luscious
cherry-red velvet coat, while I begged, "Please I sorry, please, I
just whore. You give me gag, I like put on for you?" I had the bow at
the neck open. "I no mean it. I so sorry I so stupid. You say you like
fuck SuSu when she all slutty. See I all hard just for you. My titties
so full of milk just for you. My tight ass for you to spank. You like
fuck me now?"

	I carefully laid my heavy velvet and satin coat on the bed and
began to unbutton the wrists of my kid leather gloves. "I never forget
again. I now SuSu. I sorry I try sound like my Jessica, but I love you
so much. Please Jessica, not hurt SuSu, I so much a whore, have me eat
your pussy, please you not hurt me. I, SuSu want you."

	I placed the beautiful long white kid gloves next to my coat.
I reached behind my back with my amber skinned hands, fumbling for the
hook and eye catch of my pretty pink satin and lace nursing bra with
my inch and a half long cherry-red nails. "Please Jessica, I be so
good, I be perfect whore for you. You say you like me be your boy-girl
slut. I be yours! I be slut, always. SuSu be your toy! I make fuck
fuck for you, I be real whore! I suck cocks, I ass fuck!"

	Sobbing, I laid my lovely bra on the bed, naked from waist to
neck, "I so sorry, you my beautiful lady, you my Mistress. I just
fucking cunt. You make SuSu's cock so hard, I make you good fuck!
Please!, DARLING GODDESS, HOLY ONE, PLEASE, I WEAR GAG FOR YOU, SuSu
NEED BE YOUR GAGGED WHORE, SuSu NEED BE PRETTY BONDAGE SLUT FOR HER
BEAUTIFUL LOVER!"

	"That's much better, you stupid piece of filth. Now SuSu, you
will put your gag on, you dumb fucking bitch, tight and deep in that
slut's mouth of yours, just like I told you in the first place! But
you have to be punished for your sassy deportment and for that
cesspool mouth of yours. Do you understand SuSu?"

	"Yes Jessica, SuSu knows she very bad, I do anything for you."

	Jessica tossed a small plastic bag on the bed, followed by the
ball gag.

	"Now gag your mouth-cunt, Su-Su."

	With trembling hands, I picked up the cherry-red and gleaming
chrome silver gag and placed the shining silver ball first between my
bright cherry-red latex lips, then shoved it deep into my mouth,
sealing my whore's cunt-mouth. Then I fastened the strap as tightly as
I could pull it behind my head. I tried to make pretty little mewing
sounds to show my beautiful blond lover that my whore's cunt-mouth was
now completely gagged and totally helpless.

	Jessica smiled, "Now darling, do you want to leak your sweet,
sticky milk all over your lovely gown?"

	I shook my head no!

	"Here." Jessica handed me a damp wash cloth. I cleaned both of
my nipples of their coating of dried and still wet milk and then gave
the cloth back. "Now SuSu, you are still going to leak milk from your
Pretties aren't you?"

	I nodded yes. "Here, put these on, nice and tight, so tight
that not a single drop of milk spoils the satin of your gown." She
held a pair of tiny, screw type, chrome silver nipple clamps.

	I shook my head NO, my gagged mouth making mewing, begging
sounds. Jessica said sternly, "SuSu, take the nipple clamps, put them
on your tits and screw the clamps down so you don't leak your milk.
TAKE THEM AND DO IT CUNT. NOW, SLUT!!!"

	I took the clamps and screwed the shining silver clamps down
tight on my helpless, stiff, hard nipples. God the pain made my head
swim, but the beautiful, gagged whore in the mirror was still sexy and
perfect. Her large brown eyes still sparkled, her gagged lips still
pouted. Then I was finished with the clamps. God the clamps were
tight, so very, very tight, I felt sick to my stomach and my head was
swimming. Slowly, I dropped my hands to my sides and felt once again
my flaring hips, and stood there, Jessica's spiritless whore.

	Jessica opened a second drawer and tossed a front-hook sling
half-bra of gleaming pink satin on the bed. "Put this bra on, slut." I
took the pretty whore's satin bra and fitted my huge, tender, milk
filled tits into the bra's half-cups and fastened the clasp.

	The next thing Jessica tossed on the bed was a pair of one
inch silver ankle cuffs joined with a four inch silver steel chain,
very fine but very strong. Ten minutes later I stood before Jessica,
my booted ankles bound with the slender, chrome steel cuffs, my steps
limited to four inches by the connecting chain.

	"Now SuSu, turn around!" I turned, helpless to resist my bitch
goddess. Jessica ruthlessly bound my arms behind me, using white
patent arm sheaths, pulled unbearably tight across the small of my
back. When I was turned back to face the mirrors, my arms seemed to
have disappeared completely. Now Jessica went to another drawer and
removed two full-arm prostheses and strapped them tightly to my
shoulders. The artificial arms were fully articulated, shoulders,
elbows, wrists, hands and fingers. It took Jessica about ten minutes
to adjust the straps so the arms looked totally natural.

	"Now lover, let me help you on with your pretty long, shoulder
length white kid leather gloves. Don't you love the look and feel of
these gloves. They look so beautiful on you! Now let me help my
bondage hooker on with her lovely red velvet coat dress. There
darling, now let's get your coat all buttoned up. My goodness, you
certainly are big. Your boobs and ass are obscene in that outfit. Are
you sure you want to go out tonight?" Jessica fastened the bow at my
throat, "There SuSu, all gowned and beautiful again. He He He!"

	Jessica placed the gloved artificial left hand gently on my
pregnant belly and fitted my red velvet clutch into my right false
hand and arranged my arm to her liking. Jessica turned me to face the
mirror, "You look lovely SuSu! SuSu darling, you look so sweet and
helpless and your gag makes you an absolutely perfect Singapore she-
male slut. Tell me, do you enjoy being gagged sweetheart, having your
cunt mouth filled like a whore?"

	Incapable of any other answer, I nodded "Yes".

	"And do you like being helpless and all pretty in tight, hot
bondage, your tight ass thrust out, and your slut's udders full of
sweet mothers milk?

	Again I nodded "Yes".

	"SuSu precious, now that we are both all dressed up so very
sexy, it would be a shame to let it all go to waste. Do you want to do
something special tonight?"

	Terrified of giving a wrong answer, again I nodded yes.

	"Very well my love. You said you want to be Jessica's lesbian
lover, and that you just hate cocks, right?"

	Again I nodded, yes.

	"Well a horny she-male slut like you needs to get her ass
fucked to keep her hot. How are just us girls going to get you fucked
tonight? There are no boys available on such short notice.
Fortunately, Lady Luck has smiled on SuSu. You see, this Jessica has
some improvements over the limited old version"

	With that she reached down and slowly lifted the long velvet
skirt with her black, satin, gloved hands. Her long shapely legs were
encased in the sheer black nylon. I saw her creamy white flesh offset
by the garters. Finally the black silk of her panties were exposed.

	She pulled the panties aside and revealed a thick, long cock.
Freed from its silk prison it rose to attention, the wetness dripping
from the tip. Was this real or another latex effect?

	"I have watched you for a long time, my Oriental slave. All of
my life, rich bitches like you have made me sick with your inflated
opinion of your desirability. You think that your perfumed twat gave
you the right to push around whoever you wanted. You were especially
disgusting, with all of that talk of your cunny. Like that miserable
hole was a real person. You wanted everybody to want you, but it was
all a lie. You showed it off and then took it away.

	"THEN, you filthy BITCH! You planned to enslave a poor she-
male like SuSu. All she ever wanted was a chance to come to America
and hopefully live out her dream of real womanhood. And you were about
to enslave her and take away her chance for freedom and femininity.

	"Well guess what? The tables have turned on the rich bitch.
You are now going to live out your miserable existence as a she-male
whore. In your latex prison you will never show your age so you will
stay desirable for as long as you can move. You will know the
degradation of slavery and forced prostitution. You will have to suck
and fuck for your very life.

	"The ultimate irony is that the one who is going to initiate
your virgin ass into the joys of she-male sex is your former identity,
Jessica Michelle DeChombonard. This Jessica has a real cock to fuck
you with. You see, I developed all of this technology so that I could
become the woman that poor SuSu wanted to be. I had no idea that all
of this would pay off so handsomely."

	"Come here my little she-male slut. It's time that you were
fucked by a total woman."

	My screams went on well into the night.

			   Roxanne's Story
				  II

	I had no idea how long we had sat in front of the VCR/TV. My
wife had started the VCR before she had left. We had sat watching a
video of our transformation, me from Cynthia's husband into a
beautiful, sexy French whore; and of my Singapore girl friend from an
exotic oriental she-male into a beautiful, helpless ivory and blonde
copy of my wife. If anyone were to open the door to the bedroom all
they would see was two very beautiful women in loving embrace.

	Then I heard the sound of high heels coming down the hall and
then the door opened. Then standing in front of us was a truly
stunning vision of a woman. She looked at us with sparkling green eyes
from under long thick dark lashes, her wine red lips smiled. Slowly
she dropped her emerald satin muff, undid her emerald green velvet
cape with a gleaming green satin gloved hand pushed the blond mink
lined cowl back from her flaming golden red hair.

	She smiled at us, "Well good evening my pets, MY name is
Vanessa. I came over to get you two. But you both look so lovely, I
think I'll enjoy you two for awhile. I have been looking forward to
you two for the longest time, especially you Roxanne." The voice was
soft, gentle, sexy.

	Vanessa carefully removed her floor length emerald green
velvet cape with its luscious lining of blond mink and draped it over
the end of the bed. God, she was beautiful standing there in her tight
sexy emerald green satin sheath gown with its short puff sleeves,
shoulder length green satin gloves, emerald green satin pumps with
soaring spike heels and gold chain ankle straps gleaming against black
seemed nylons. Her titian tresses flowed over her milky shoulders as
she stood regally before us.

	"You, Cynthia, look lovely, but Roxanne sweet, while you're
very pretty, you look so Dom! Wouldn't you much rather be dressed in
something a bit more submissive. If fact, you are our only real virgin
here. I do admire that. A sweet young thing, you must be saving
yourself for your wedding night. Well, let's get you ready for that
wonderful night!"

	Vanessa stood "Cynthia" up, then me. Once I was on my feet,
Vanessa led me back to my bedroom, well what had been my bedroom. I
heard the door shut. Then Vanessa removed my wig and dropped the red
gold mass on the floor! Next she unbuckled and removed the leather
collar from my neck. My hopes soared! She is going to let me go!, get
me out of the clothes, oh yes! I felt her unlacing the mask, god I
wished she would turn me so I could see myself, my own face again!

	Vanessa stepped back in front of me, smiling, "Well darling, I
want your mouth, but I don't want your voice yet, so... "

	Vanessa walked over to a drawer in Cynthia's desk and removed
a small flat case, walking back toward me holding the mystery case in
her satin gloved hand. Smiling a wicked little smile she opened the
case and removed a hypodermic syringe and a small vial. In a matter of
a few seconds the contents of the vial filed the syringe and the
gleaming needle was at my throat, a sharp sting and a burning pain.

	Then she tossed the case and the hypodermic on the bed and
stepped close to me, her body pressed against me, her hands caressing
my leather clad body as she whispered to me, "I have boosted the
levels of the drug controlling your mind. Of course the effect is
quite permanent, from now on you will be totally pliable to my will. I
do so hope you enjoy what I have planned for you. But then again, you
don't have a choice do you?"

	I felt sheer horror welling up inside me. She couldn't mean
what she had just said. More changes, more programming! Forever! God
No! I tried to speak, to make any sound, my mouth working wildly. All
that escaped was tiny gasps.

	She stepped back from me and went to the closet and returned
with a hat box and opened it. Slowly she removed a second dark tan
colored mask and held it up close to my face, "Kiss it bitch, kiss
Roxanne."

	Helpless to resist I gently kissed the completely lifelike
latex head. Vanessa stepped behind me and ever so slowly pulled the
mask on over my face and head. Only when the mask was completely in
place was I led over to the table and made to set staring at the
mirror. Quickly, ruthlessly, Vanessa sealed the wine red, wet, slick
latex lips over my own white, mute lips.

	Then she began to lace the mask tight, skin tight, so tight
that it felt as if the latex mold was once again becoming my real
face. Vanessa kept working the laces tighter and tighter, forcing my
face into the mold of the beautiful rubber head. Tighter and tighter,
my face again into the very image of Roxanne's beautiful whore's face.
Slowly and cruelly Vanessa laced the mask completely shut. Only when
my face was a perfect latex version of sweet slut Roxanne did Vanessa
tie the laces off and my face was again beautiful, exotic, Roxanne's.
Suddenly, without logic, I wanted my, her, Roxanne's, wig back on, to
be pretty, perfect again.

	Seeming to read my mind Vanessa smiled at me. "Isn't it
wonderful to be beautiful, Roxanne? I know that you are starting to
experience the thrill of womanhood."

	"We used to train our converts by the use of subliminal
suggestions that were relayed through audio tapes. But that process
took far too long. So your injection included more very fast acting
mind control drugs. As I mold your body into that of a beautiful
French slut, they will continue to mold your mind into an acceptable
identity."

	"But don't worry, I gave you a very long acting dose. I want
your transformation into womanhood to be long and painful. Your male
mind will struggle for months to fight off the enslaving, feminizing
effects of these wonderful chemicals. You will have some very
disturbing mental conflicts. First you will want to suck a big hard
cock. The the thought of what you just did will make you physically
sick. You needn't worry about the end result. This battle has been
decided in advance. You WILL become a latex copy of a Montreal street
whore. Your body will be the envy of every prostitute you get to know,
and your mind will come to enjoy every perverted sex act you perform"

	"I needed help with dressing you tonight so I have injected
your new friend Cynthia with a massive fast acting dose. Her formerly
she-male slut mind has been transformed into that of a submissive
white, housewife sex object. The only difference is that her hidden
cock can be used whenever we want to. The television you have been
watching has helped to solidify these new identities. More subliminal
suggestions, dear. Only Cynthia's new brain chemistry allowed her to
see all of it as gospel. She is now one of ours."

From: Edwin Gay <[19]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

			      Part Five

	Twenty minutes later I stood there alone, naked, helpless,
transformed. Vanessa walked back in leading the beautiful counterfeit
image of my wife. "Well Cynthia, I understand that, earlier, Roxanne
dressed you all up and you are so very pretty. Now you and I have
already had a wonderful chat so I want you to help get Roxanne ready
for a very special night, her wedding night!"

	Together these two beautiful women led me back to Roxanne's,
now my bedroom! Once there I was led to the bed. Cynthia stepped over
to me, her pretty pouting hot pink latex lips pressed hard over my
wine red ones and suddenly her warm wet tongue was deep in my mouth,
her red satin hands caressed my dark latex body, the feeling was
ecstatic! We kissed long and hot, then slowly she broke away from me.
My previous programming pushed my slut mind to higher and higher
levels of passion.

	She turned and slowly walked to the bed and picked up a
beautiful white satin corset, heavily boned, trimmed in delicate pale
blue lace. Both Cynthia and Vanessa stepped over to me and Vanessa
took the corset and stepped in front of me and gently fitted the half
cups of the corset up and tightly under my very firm and full breasts.

	Then it was Vanessa's turn to ravage me. Her hands were all
over my body, her lips on my mouth, her darting tongue deep in my
unresisting mouth. I sucked her sweet tongue, caressing it with my
own, not daring to let my tongue into her mouth. All the while, behind
me, Cynthia was lacing the corset, tighter and tighter, forcing my
waist smaller and smaller, forcing by body into a slut's wasp waist,
making my body a man's wet dream. My breasts were forced out as my
beautiful blond latex wife worked the laces ever tighter, god so very
tight.

	Please, god no more, my god Cynthia, what are you doing to me,
you're going to cut me in half, I thought! I opened my mouth wide,
gasping for breath, as my body was ruthlessly remodeled into not a
person but a sex object, a toy for the sexual enjoyment of others.

	Then Cynthia stepped in front of me as Vanessa stepped away
and I was allowed to see myself in the full length mirror. I could not
believe what I saw! My body had been forced into a perfect whore's
shape. A sweet sixteen inch waist and 38DD breasts. Cynthia led me
back to the bed, gently seated me, and snow white lace hose were
smoothed up over my black sexy legs and fastened to the six garters on
the corset.

	While Cynthia smoothed the beautiful silky lace over my tan
latex skin, Vanessa sat on the bed next to me caressing my body,
softly whispering into my ear, "You look so very beautiful Roxanne,
you're such a beautiful woman. You look so hot and sexy. Every man
that sees you is going to want to fuck you darling."

	I watched in both horror and delight as gleaming ivory satin
open toe pumps were slipped onto my lace covered feet. The stunning
shoes had soaring pencil thin ten inch spiked heels with two inch
ankle straps and 3 inch platforms. In seconds the straps were pulled
tight and buckled. There was no possible way to remove the shoes
without undoing the straps.

	As Cynthia slid a pair of tiny, almost obscene white satin
french bikini panties up over first the soaring skyscraper heels, then
my lace covered legs, Vanessa stood me up so that Cynthia could pull
the panties completely on. The sheer satin panties just barely covered
the shaved mound of my latex pussy without hiding it in the least.

	At last I understood, yes I was being dressed as a bride, but
not a sweet, demure virgin bride, but as a slut in heat, a hot bitch
whose only thought was getting a cock to fill her hot, tight pussy. As
soon as Vanessa was satisfied with the way the panties were fitted, I
was again seated on the bed.

	Cynthia went to the bed and pick something up and walked back
toward me. A white patent leather, rhinestone studded BALL GAG! God
no!

	Vanessa smiled, "Open wide darling!"

	Too stunned to even dream of resisting, I opened my mouth and
let pretty Cynthia fill my mouth with the white leather ball. Cynthia
began to tightened the straps painfully tight, first the one that ran
behind my head that pulled the ball deep into my mouth, then the "Y"
shaped strap that ran under my chin up to where that met at the bridge
of my nose, then across the top of my head to where the head strap
joined the neck strap.

	Cynthia bent down and kissed my useless gagged mouth.

	"Now darling, I know you aren't used to heels this high but
men expect whores to walk around with heels like this, it makes them
want to fuck you. Now let's finish getting you dressed! Now baby let's
stand you up and slip a this white lace blouse on you, oh god it is so
very tight. Don't you love the way this blouse buttons up the back
and has a high tight stand up collar, sleeveless and clings to your
pretty corsetted body like a second skin. Or maybe I should say, a
third skin."

	After Vanessa had buttoned all twelve buttons of the tight,
form fitting transparent lace blouse, Vanessa slipped a lovely, very
heavy, ivory white satin skirt on me. It was skin tight and tapered
and hung to my shapely lace covered, satin strapped ankles. Of course
there was no walking slit and I thought my steps MIGHT be limited to
about three inches.

	To my total surprise the new latex Cynthia spoke, "Now that
you have learned to keep your mouth shut Roxanne, I like you much
better! God I was sick of your constant complaints, your stupid sexual
innuendos, the way you used to undress your faithful wife with your
eyes. Now lover, let sweet Cynthia help you on with your pretty long,
shoulder length ivory satin gloves.

	Vanessa grinned evilly at me, "I told you she has been fully
converted. She has all of Cynthia's memories, including those of how
you degraded her. There is no room for SuSu left in that mind."

	After a long sweet kiss, Cynthia carefully pulled shining,
gleaming ivory white satin shoulder length gloves on over my latex
skinned arms. However, unlike normal opera length gloves, these gloves
fingers concealed heavy steel boning under the pure white satin
fingers.

	As Cynthia fitted the long, lovely ivory satin gloves over my
arms, Vanessa smiled at me. "Don't you love the look and feel of these
gloves. They look so beautiful on you and men love whores that dress
like this! I just know you want to be in bondage, after all that's
what pretty sluts like you are for! Now my dear sweet little cunt, you
have to become what I want, you see you're a beautiful, helpless, cunt
now, and I am your Mistress and you're completely in my charge."

	As Vanessa spoke, Cynthia picked up a gorgeous ivory satin
jacket, with long tight sleeves and an impossibly tight peplum waist.
She slid my satin clad, helpless, useless, satin gloved, latex arms
into the tight sleeves. Then she buttoned the skin tight ivory satin
blazer jacket tightly closed around my lovely lace covered torso!

	As Cynthia worked, Vanessa stepped up close to me and ran her
emerald green satin gloved hand over my tightly gowned body "This
outfit shows off your firm, full breasts and tiny waist so nicely, the
tight ivory satin hugs your every curve. Oh god, you're going to be
even lovelier than I'd hoped. See how clearly your nipples show
Darling! What I love best is that you are almost totally helpless
standing there, your hands and arms are useless, your legs hobbled by
your skirt and to look at you, no one would ever guess! Now let's get
this belt around your waist, OOMPH, there!"

	As she spoke Cynthia handed Vanessa a slim white satin belt
with a beautiful pearl and diamond butterfly clasp which she then
fastened around my wasp waist, doing what I thought impossible, she
pulled my waist even tighter, even smaller.

	"My dear, when I'm done, you're going to be ever so pretty!
Now Roxanne, stand up and walk around for a few seconds for me lover,
I want to make sure your hobble skirt is tight enough! Yes, that's
right, wiggle your little hot ass! Yes, you really are helpless now,
but I'm not done with you yet slut. I'm going to show you what it's
like to be a beautiful woman, all black and sexy, a helpless slave
cunt. Now we have to make you perfect. Don't you think that bald head
of yours looks ridiculous? Well I do! If you're going to be a foxy
bitch, you have to have pretty, big hair!"

	Vanessa guided me to Roxanne's, my, dressing table, sat me
down, then slowly looked over the wigs. I tried to shake my helpless
head as Vanessa pulled on a heavy, beautiful, tightly curled, hip
length, jet black wig over the bald dome of the beautiful latex head.
Vanessa stepped in front of me and began attaching and adjusting the
long, beautiful wig. When she was happy with her finished handy work
Vanessa stepped aside so I could see the new me in the mirror.

	"Yes... you're very beautiful Roxanne, a sweet bondage bride,
all done up just for me to enjoy!"

	In shock I stared at the face and body that stared back at me
from the mirror. The woman in the mirror stared back in disbelief at a
stunning sloe eyed, deeply tanned woman whose pouting, sexy face
filled the mirror, I could see that once the cruelly tight full head
mask forced my face back into its mold and with the wigs shining jet
black cascade flowing over my satin clad shoulders I looked exactly
like I had always wanted Roxanne made up, gowned, gagged, helpless.
The image that stared back at me from the mirror was a perfect replica
of Roxanne. Now I was a beautiful French lover.

	Vanessa looked carefully at me, her helpless Barbie Doll, a
latex creature sitting before her. Vanessa had done her horrible work
perfectly.

	"Yes... you're going to make a beautiful bondage bride
Roxanne." As she spoke, Vanessa stoked my head, I felt the silky
smooth caress of my long beautiful tresses. "Now Roxanne, you're not
finished getting dressed yet, your going to be a perfect slave whore
bride."

	First, Cynthia put long dangling pearl and diamond earring on
my latex ears, a glittering cascade that fell to my gleaming ivory
white satin shoulders. Next an ivory satin pill box hat was pined
securely to my flowing black tresses, then the hat's rhinestone dusted
lace veil was lowered across my pretty made up whore's face. Cynthia
fastened a four inch wide diamond and pearl choker collar necklace
around my neck, holding my head stiffly erect able to move only a tiny
fraction of an inch up, down, left or right. The collar also hid even
the tiny seam were the beautiful mask joined the neck of the lush,
female, latex body I was encased in.

	As soon as Cynthia locked the beautiful discipline collar
necklace around my throat, she fluffed the lace of my blouse out so
there was no hint of where the white silk veil ended and the choker
began. I tried to move my helpless satin gloved hands, but the heavy
steel boning made it impossible to do anything except just barely flex
my fingers. For all real purposes my hands were completely useless.

	Vanessa stood me up, making me stand there swaying on the
slender spiked, towering, impossibly high skyscraper heels, her
helpless whore! Vanessa gently reached out and gently caressed my
satin covered waist, then led me to the center of the bedroom. I
slowly followed where she led, the tight grip of my latex skin and my
stunning ivory satin gown binding my every movement.

	I realized because of the perfection of the work that nobody
would ever be able to tell that it was false or that I was ever a man.
Stuck in a beautiful woman's body, helpless, I realized that I would
never ever change. I am a pretty willing whore and a toy to be used
however Vanessa and my wife want.

	I turned and looked at myself in the mirrored wall. The long
silky mane of soft, flowing jet black hair that misted the long
dangling earrings, the huge, staring amber brown eyes under the high
arched brows and long feathery eyelashes, the tightly gagged, pouting
come fuck me blood red lips, the coffee and cream colored skin that
set off the diamonds and pearls around my throat so well, the
beautiful face of a sexy, gorgeous woman all gently misted by the
white silk lace veil.

	As I stared at the reflection, I realized the perfection of
Vanessa's work. Nobody would ever be able to tell that under the skin
tight golden ivory satin dress, under the tight satin that belted my
waist, under the gleaming satin of the pencil thin spiked skyscraper
heeled shoes, it was all false. No one would ever believe that there
was a man inside, concealed in the body of this hot, sexy, beautiful
bitch. The lie of Roxanne's stunning nymph face and ravishing whore's
body, the narrow waist, sexy ass, huge firm breasts with there stiff
erect nipples that were clearly visible under the soft, clinging white
lace of my blouse was perfect.

	Vanessa stood beside me and purred, "Well Roxanne, my sweet
beautiful slave, you're sexy and sensational. Now let's finish putting
you in bondage!"

	God no! I tried to shake my head NO, the collar allowing only
a fraction of an inch of movement!

	"Oh my, my, my! I don't know if I'm glad or not that you are
such a disobedient slave bitch. Now, let's see what we can do to
change your filthy little whore's mind.

	I watched as Vanessa walked over to my closet, her back to me.
I tried to run for my bedroom door. God, the skirt was so tight, the
heels so high, my steps were constricted by the satin that bound me
like a cocoon. Swaying wildly in the towering skyscraper heels I made
the door, the handle touched by my useless satin gloved hand. An
explosion of pain lanced through my body. I fell forward, face first
into the door, slumping into a satin heap.

	I heard Vanessa scream. "Get up bitch, get up, you god damn
cunt." She kicked me hard in the small of the back. I said get up
Roxanne, right fucking now or I'll hurt you again"

	I tried, God how I tried, but the satin was too tight, too
restricting. Then, somehow, Vanessa dragged me back to my feet and
turned me to face her. I could see us both in the mirror. I had
expected to see me a mess, instead I saw the very same sex kitten face
smiling at me. The same tight sexy clothes with no outward sign of the
unbelievable pain that had racked my body. I saw Vanessa suddenly
start to backhand me across the face, I tried to move, to grab her
arm, but I had no will of my own. Stars exploded in my head. I swayed
wildly on the soaring ivory satin pencil thin heels. I tried to grab
for Vanessa, anything to keep my balance. I fell heavily. I couldn't
move.

	Vanessa again pulled me to my feet and, with a vicious tone
said, "You still don't understand, do you Roxy? You are my mentally
enslaved cunt, a whore for me to play with. You will do exactly as I
say, when I say it. You will do it, no matter what, now shake your
head yes bitch, do it!"

	Slowly I shook my head yes.

	Vanessa smiled at me. "Very good Roxanne my pet, now don't you
want to be my whore for tonight? Not even for me?"

	My mind raged against my conditioning but the only effect was
to keep me from moving at all.

	Vanessa smiled and held up a small black box, not unlike a TV
remote control. "You really are stupid Roxanne, stupid even for a
bitch who only thinks about filling her hot little cunt. Didn't you
wonder why I changed your mask? There is a special surprise built into
this one."

	Vanessa let the tip of a satin gloved hand just barely touch
her then thumbed the control. Blinding pain convulsive pain racked me
again. I screamed but all that escaped were soft moans, moans that
sounded even to me like the sounds of a hot bitch's pleasure. The
wracking pain stood me straight up, my gleaming, white satin clad arms
straining, pawing the air like the bitch I now was, my satin gloved
hands as far out in front of me as I could get them, clawing at the
air, I couldn't even fall as Vanessa thumbed the control again and
again. Then suddenly the pain was gone. My whole body slumped, I would
have fallen except Vanessa caught my arm and helped to steady me.

	"Roxy, that is just a tiny taste of the pain that I can
inflict! Now slut, go back to the dresser and bring me the muff on the
top, oh and darling, when you walk, walk like the whore you are, do
that for me please."

	I turned, straightened my shoulders to thrust my breasts out,
and walked with a sway to my hips that was almost a stripper's bump
and grind. It took me about fifteen steps to cover the five feet that
separated me from the dresser. Once there I tried to pick up the ivory
satin muff and couldn't.

	I turned back to face Vanessa. Vanessa smiled then walked over
to where I stood. Vanessa reached out and took the muff from the
dresser. Vanessa slapped me hard across my silk veiled face, "What
you have to understand is that I like hurting you bitch, I enjoy this,
you fucking little tramp and you are completely helpless to stop it!"

	I stroked Vanessa's arm, making tiny little mewing sounds with
my latex covered lips. I tried to make myself as pretty as I could,
thrusting my breasts out. CRACK! Vanessa's savage backhand knocked me
back on the bed, then reaching out Vanessa dragged me back to a
standing position.

	Vanessa, with an evil smile and a truly vicious tone said,
"You still don't understand do you, you stupid fucking piece of shit.
When I ask you something, you agree. When I tell you something, you do
exactly as told. Now slave, hold your hands out together, at your
waist."

	Vanessa took my right hand, reached inside the muff and from
inside removed a two inch wide pearl and diamond bracelet which she
quickly fastened around my right wrist. In a matter of seconds a
matching bracelet encircled my left wrist and tightly locked in place.

	"Now let's get your fur on you baby doll, your pretty floor
length, lush, white ermine, get it for me please Cynthia. First over
your arms, now up around your shoulders, there, beautiful!"

	The ermine was snow white and cut even tighter then my gown.
The coat had a huge shawl collar and finger tip length very full bell
sleeves. Vanessa zipped the coat closed from neck to hem. Now my
steps were limited to only about two inches. I teetered slightly back
and forth as I tried to get the feel for the terribly high heels and
my newest, even more restrictive, addition to my bridal outfit.

	"Now whore, let's get your collar turned up, yes! God you're
perfect Roxanne, all pretty and veiled! Now for your muff, yes good.
First over your right arm. First let's push the sleeves back some. Now
let's lock your bracelets tightly together and then slid the muff back
down. There, now those hands are helpless. What with your hobble
skirt, the way your arms are bound and now that your hands are equally
so, you really are a pretty bondage bitch, but, except for the gag, no
one would ever know just looking at you. But we have waited enough
time." Let's go Roxy, move, get your cunt out to the car slave!
Cynthia, help our pretty bondage bride!"

	I walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and across the
living room. I could hear the soft rustle of satin as my whore's body
moved within the tight, confining gleaming ivory white gown and fur. I
could feel the wonderful sexy lightness of the latex, satin and ermine
that surrounded me, cocoons me. I could feel the heavy pull and soft
caress 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 coat and the short mincing steps made my hips sway and my
ass wiggle in a sexy provocative, totally feminine way.

	"You know pretty 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 your wife so long to do this. What is more
fun is to wonder at how long your total transformation to a slave cunt
will take. Well we shall see."

	I was led to a room filled with innumerable bondage toys. My
mind struggled to comprehend their uses. Vanessa and Cynthia led me to
a table. On it was another kind of latex body suit lying on a table.
This one was set in a position that would cause the wearer to have
their entire body immobilized.

	The two women forced me into the latex form. As they sealed it
around me. I realized it was not so much a bondage implement but
rather a support device. This suit was a form for me to fit into that
placed my body at the disposal of others. They closed me in. My legs
were thrust into the air spread wide for the taking. There were
support devices both at my face and my crotch.

	Vanessa came over to me and stroked my face with her soft
hand. "Your mind is fully flooded with the drugs by now. I now have
you ready to have the final set of commands set into your brain. You
are already a sex slave without a will of her own. Your own desire
triggers your need to serve your lovers. Your instable need for your
pussy to be fucked drives your love to satisfy your Mistresses's
pussy. Now it is time that you became a slave to cocks also. Cynthia
get yourself ready"

	I looked over at the image of my former wife as she slid her
panties down her stockinged legs. She manipulated her latex crotch and
the familiar amber cock of SuSu popped out. It was throbbing with
passion from the programming and the sight of my helpless form. Over
this she fitted an alabaster form that created a huge white skinned
cock.

	Then Vanessa stepped into my sight. She spoke softly to me.
"Dear Roxanne, I am all the woman you could ever want. I am every
woman you could ever want. I am your former wife. Look at how many
versions of me you could have had. But Vanessa is the most special
one. She is what you cheated on me for."

	With that she too slid down her panties and revealed a massive
throbbing hard on. It was huge with a pulsing head and wet tip.

	Vanessa spoke again. "Dear Slut, Vanessa has a special cock.
My real cock is in this latex sheath. This cock is a good twelve
inches of long and thick meat. This latex allow me to feel all of the
sensations of your virgin hole, but allows me to fuck you as long as I
desire. I can cum and cum inside, but the sheath stays just as hard as
ever. This is how I will implant the love for cocks into your little
slut brain. Quite literally you are about to have your brains fucked
out."

	"Oh yes, My assistant Cynthia will enact another form of
revenge for me. As I fuck your virgin pussy she will fill your mouth
with her cock. It too will allow her to fuck your face all night.
Enjoy."

	I felt Vanessa mount me. Her thick cock probed deeply and
relentlessly into my new pussy. My helplessly trapped cock was
continually stimulated by her fucking me. As my passion overcame me
the programming triggered my desire to make her cum. I thrust my hips
into each stroke so that I could maximize her pleasure.

	Then Cynthia slid her cock into my waiting mouth. I greedily
encased it with my full wet lips. The previous programming allowed me
to suck it deeply into my throat without any gagging. I loved the feel
and taste of her cock. My passion was multiplied, driving me to an
uncontrollable need to give pleasure.

	Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something I had not seen
before. A huge television screen was showing a panoramic shot of
these two gorgeous women fucking my helpless but wanton form. My mind
froze in on the image of myself as the sex toy of these gorgeous she-
males. As they came in my mouth and pussy, I also came. At the same
time I forever became the woman I would always be, their slut.

From: Edwin Gay <[19]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

			       Part Six
			   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 minutes I
would stroking the gleaming tanned latex that would encase the head of
pretty, little Yolanda, my newest salesgirl. 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 led 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, dominant 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 soundproof office I selected a wonderful, dominant
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 four 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 its thin bangle band. Her
earrings were jewel tone cobalt. On her right wrist Cynthia wore a
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 whore's 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,
you're 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 let's 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 let's 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, let's 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
you're 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 you're going to love being a
silver pseudo-girl! Now let's 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, let's 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, you're all booted so let's get you gloved! Aren't
these gloves beautiful, shoulder length hot pink kid leather! Let's
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! Let's lace them
nice and tight, shell we? There! Now let's tie the laces and snip off
the excess lace. Oops, 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 let's 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 yours looks completely out of
place? Well I do! If you're going to be a perfect silver Barbie bitch
for me, the you're 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
shining, 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 shining 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
shining 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 let's 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 its 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 an 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's 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 things 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 its 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, an 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
minutes 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 you're 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."