Encased in Art

Melissa DuVant

Copyright © Melissa DuVant

 

 

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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1: A Complex Device

Chapter 2: Display Piece

Chapter 3.1: Ending in Light

Chapter 3.2: Ending in Darkness

About the Author

Marie Becomes a Doll, Chapter 4: Preparation for the Evening

Acknowledgements

As a heads-up, this has 2 alternate endings, so enjoy!

Chapter 1: A Complex Device

Theresa looked at the picture, turning her head, trying to make sense of it.  The swirls of color were certainly attractive, dark and deep and glossy, with something beneath the layers of paint.  She glanced down at the title - Imprisoned in Shine - but that did little to help.  There was the hint of a curve, the swelling of a body, before she gave up, turning to Athena.  'So what is it?'

'About 1.5 million.'

'That's not... really?  Bloody hell!'  It was nice, but not that nice!  And she still couldn't make out what the image was meant to be, although the swirling colors were kind of nice, drawing her eyes in curves and loops.

'Anyway, I asked you here for, um, something of a favor...'  Theresa turned to look at Athena - hearing any uncertainty in her voice was rare!  She was dressed in a slim and stylish skirt-suit, showing off her tall and slender build, her auburn hair coiling over the ivory-sheen of her suit jacket.  

Theresa moved onto the next picture - this at least had an identifiable image, with a stylized female form in the center, except her skin was a shiny, glossy red, posed with a whip in one hand, face covered by an equally shiny hood.  

'What is it?  And this one's a bit sexy, isn't it?'

'Oh, the theme of the exhibit is female empowerment.  So that one is part of a series of dominatrices - some of the others are even more blatant, but that one is a bit more stylish, a little less porny.  But there's been a problem.'  She walked up behind Theresa, standing close behind her, her scent vivid and strong.  'One of the pieces - a sculpture called Shifting Beauty - won't be here in time.'

'That's a shame.'

'Well, yes, it's quite striking.  And a new artist, very hot right now.  And I need it as a centerpiece, there's lots of interest in it.  I've got the parts to put most of it together, but I'll need your help.'

'Sounds very IKEA.  Shouldn't the artist be making it?'

'In this case, it's a bit, uh, different.'  She put a hand on Theresa's shoulder, before running it down her body, pulling her close.  'It needs a person inside of it, at least temporarily.  But don't worry, no-one will see your face.'

'What do you mean?'  Theresa let herself be drawn close, enjoying the feeling of Athena's body against her own.  She always felt a bit of a slobby mess compared to Athena - she dressed well, but didn't have the money to compete with Athena's exquisite outfits!  Her own suit and blouse were off-the-shelf - they fitted well enough, but weren't tailored, or even from a top brand, never mind bespoke.  And her shoes were just plain black heels, a far cry from Athena's sleek and shiny stiletto-heels, pushing her towards a domineering height.

'Well, the actual version is all robotics, but wrapped inside, so it looks like a person.  But the machinery is stuck in a customs warehouse, and I'm not going to be able to get it out for a few days.  I just need someone to be inside it and move around, make it look like it's a person.  Which shouldn't be too hard, because it will be a person.'

Her arm slid around Theresa's waist, pulling her forward, slightly off-balance.

'It won't hurt, and I know that you've been wanting a break from work.  And I'll treat you to a meal out, at La Gavroche?'

Theresa's mouth watered, able to taste the scallop, and the lobster, and the turbot...  All the things she could barely afford, on her salary!  'What about work?'

'Oh, I already checked with your boss.  Jess say she's fine with it - she wants you to take some time off, in fact.  Or get laid - when was the last time you had a boyfriend, or even got fucked?'

Athena and her old girl's network! Theresa blushed, shrinking away as Athena guided her towards the back rooms of the gallery, through a thick security door, into an open, chilly space, her blouse and suit-jacket offering little defense against the drop in temperature.  Large crates held securely-packed sculptures, paintings propped against the walls, ready for storage.

'I'm just... busy!  And I don't like going out and being looked at.'

'A shame, you do have a nice body!  I remember that time I managed to get you drunk and into a sexy little black dress - what happened to that man you pulled then?  He seemed nice.'

'He had to move.  Back to Australia.'

'Huh.  Shame!  He was hot.  But... please?  I need a favor, and you're the only person I can ask!  It opens in two hours, and there's no way I'd be able to get a model in that time, not for three nights.  That's how long it should be until I can get the parts from customs.  And I know you've not been able to visit any nice restaurants for a while.  I'll even take you out twice!'

Theresa leaned against Athena, glad of the warmth.

'Fine!  But I want the full menu, not just the appetizer.'

'Pricy little thing, aren't you?  But that's fine.'  Athena stepped in front of Theresa, taking her in a full hug, their bodies pressing together.  'You have no idea what a life saver you are!'  Her grasp was surprisingly strong as she kissed Theresa on the forehead.  'I've got the equipment set up through here.  It's built so it can work on a person, and there's even some sensors and stuff built in.  I think it might have been a commission for someone that ended up backing out, so it came onto the general market.'

Despite herself, Theresa found her curiosity piqued - what was this thing?  In one corner of the warehouse was a complicated-looking setup, with a sturdy base atop a wheeled cast, a basic framework forming a box around a vertical pole.

'And it won't hurt?'

'No - quite the opposite, I think.  It's meant to be quite relaxing - or at least a bit soothing, I guess.  It's all very techy - I do prefer paintings and statues, but I suppose this is what people are doing these days.'

The base looked heavy, solid metal, with a control panel visible, and a large pump-unit. It had what looked like a narrow saddle on a metal pole, raised up to waist-height, padded to be more comfortable.

'So what do I do?  Stand here?'

She stepped onto the base, then up onto tip-toes to mount the saddle, feeling it push her skirt up, pushing against her crotch, padded enough it didn't hurt but rubbing against her, firm lumps within it.

Athena moved up behind her, pushing a hand against her butt to push her forward, then kneeling down.  She pulled Theresa's shoes off and put them to the side - this forced Theresa into more of a strained position, feeling the pressure starting in her ankles and calves.  

'You do need to be naked for this.  But don't worry, you'll be fully hidden.'

'Naked!?'  Theresa felt the blush steal over her body, from her face down her chest, a spiking heat in her belly and down her spine.  'But... what about everyone else?'

'They'll just think you're a device - don't worry.  There won't even be touching, you'll be behind a rope.'

The faint hiss of a zip sounded out, Theresa's skirt getting unzipped, Athena pulling it away.  The air was cold against her suddenly-uncovered thighs, Athena's hand sliding over her buttocks and squeezing them, making her yelp, her body heating up.  The saddle between her legs was pushing against her slit, a faint wetness developing already.

'Nice panties!  Good to see that even without a man, you're still wearing lingerie.  Black suits you.'  The fingers slid over her buttocks, warm and strong, and she had to resist the urge to moan.  'You really do need a boyfriend!  Or at least a good dildo.'

'Hmmm...'  Athena's fingers felt good, making it hard to focus, as Theresa's suit jacket was removed, leaving her in just her blouse and her underwear.  

'This setup does require being fully naked - but I'm sure you'll look good.'  Her hands slid around Theresa's body, cupping her breasts through her too-thin blouse, her own breasts pressing against Theresa.  

'Are you sure about this?'

Fingers started undoing her blouse-buttons, plucking them open one-by-one, until it was fully open, and then the blouse was pulled backwards, off her body.

Now all she was wearing was her bra and her panties - the saddle was pressing into her more deeply now, lumps and ridges within the padded surface parting her lower lips, rubbing into her.  She wanted to twist her hips back and forth, grinding herself towards pleasure, but not with Athena here!  She heard her bra get unclasped, the pressure on her breasts shifting.

'Nice and firm!'  

Theresa extended her arms, letting her bra get pulled off, before Athena cupped her breasts again.  Her fingers were strong and warm, kneading Theresa's breasts, nipples being stroked and teased.

'Hey!  I didn't know you were gay.'

'I'm not!  Well, not really.  It's fun to play around, and there's a lot of rich old women, so keeping them sweet brings in a lot of work.  And they're pretty skilled lovers, to be honest - lots of experience, I guess.  I still prefer a nice fat cock though.  Anyway, I need to oil you up now.  And connect your mouth up.  I can adjust the saddle as well, make it easier on your legs.'

Her legs were starting to ache from the effort of holding herself up, more of her weight dropping onto the saddle, more pressure on her pussy, the wedge of the saddle penetrating her as she pushed with greater and greater weight onto it, her breathing starting to get faster and hotter.

'Yes, please!  Especially if I have to spend a while here.'  

Athena's hands moved off her breasts, then slid down her back, tickling against her buttocks and then down her legs, making her shiver and twitch.  Metal clicked, and she locked down, just about able to see that a metal cross-piece was getting clipped onto the vertical shaft.  Athena took her right ankle, carefully lifting it up, and then padded metal locked around it, supporting her.  The cushioning was thick enough that it was comfortable, letting her relax her legs, although it put even more of her weight onto her crotch, especially when her other ankle was also bound and wrapped.  

But it made her feel slightly giddy as well - she stretched her arms out to other side, feeling how her balance shifted, trying not to get too excited from the building pleasure-pressure between her legs.  Being restrained like this was making her head feel fuzzy, the pressure on her slit increasing, but not in a painful way.  Although it was making her feel quite horny, the saddle soft enough to adjust to her weight, pushing into her sensitive parts.

Athena's hand slapped against her buttocks in a gentle spank, before she hooked a finger beneath waistband of the panties. 'Should have taken these off before, but I'll buy you another pair.'

'Wait, what?'

She felt the band tighten against her body as Athena yanked at them, stretching them out, before the material tore, peeling away from her body, leaving her entirely naked, her pussy now unprotected. Athena kissed her again, at the base of her neck.

'There's a hood to go on first.  And then some tubes for breathing.  I'm going to pull your hair through - it's going to look nice against the black.  Your hair is so bright and vivid, you really should emphasize it more!' Hands pulled her hair into a tail, yanking her head back, before something flexible and rubbery was pulled over her face.  Theresa was blinded for a moment, and the scent of chemicals, rubbery and strong, flooded her nostrils, the stuff getting in her mouth, making her spit it out.  Athena pulled it around until it was better placed, eye-holes sliding into place.  It was tight against her face, and she reached up to twist it better into position herself, finding mouth- and nose-holes.  Laces tightened against her scalp, sealing it into place, as she stroked her fingers over it.  

The sheer smoothness of it held a strange allure, along with the faint numbness it bought, her touches requiring greater pressure to be felt.  Although it was making her vision fuzzy - the "eyeholes" were actually lots of smaller holes, making a vague web of blurry lines across her vision until she could adjust to it.  She pulled on the lower part, around her neck, stretching it out and then letting it go, enjoying the way it snapped back into place, tight but not painfully so.

'OK, now I just need to rub this on, then I can get the rest set up.  You feeling OK?'

It took slightly more effort to speak, the hood tight around her jaw, Theresa twisting her neck to test her mobility.  Her body was now warm enough to fight off the chill of the room, although it would have been nice if she could lift herself higher up, so she wasn't being teased and stimulated by the saddle all the time!

'Yes, although it's a bit strange.'

'It's modern art.  I don't get it either, but all the artist's stuff is like this - some of them are even interactive!'

Athena moved into sight again, carrying a large bottle of clear fluid, with blue latex gloves on her hands.  She squirted the bottle onto Theresa's chest, cool, sticky fluid running down between her breasts.  It slid down, leaving a slimy smear behind, before Athena started rubbing it into her skin.  'This would be faster if you helped.'

'OK, OK!'

Stroking her own body, as Athena squeezed liberal amounts of the stuff over her, felt strange, her heart starting to race, and she was glad that the hood hid her blushes.  Rubbing it over her breasts felt good, the stuff thick enough that it formed into strands whenever she moved her hands away from her body, and it wasn't long until her whole torso was coated in the stuff, some of it dripping to the floor.  She had to stretch her arms around her body to do her own back, as Athena did her legs, strong fingers smearing it all over her thighs.  She shivered as her feet were touched, toes curling, Athena giggling.

'I never knew you were ticklish!  Have to remember that for the future.  Let me finish your back off, and then we're done.'

Having the fingers work over her back was like a massage, and Theresa let herself relax, sinking into the feeling, holding her arms slightly outwards to keep the stuff from webbing between her arms and her body.  

'OK, so that's done.  Now let's get the sheets into place.'

Athena was moving out of sight, Theresa's hearing partially deafened by the latex wrapped over her ears.  Her head was just above the level of the top of the poles, the things outlining a square around her. It was nice just relaxing into the feeling, the gel thick over her skin, making her feel warm.  As she luxuriated in that sensation, Athena erected a construction around her, making a cube, shiny sheets on every side, and another one above her.  It was opaque, shiny black latex, shining as it moved.

'Just a sec, there's a visor as well.  Something to add to the sci-fi feel, and so you don't get bored. It'll let you see through the wifi.' 

Theresa's body was now surrounded by the latex, although it was at some distance from her skin, the stuff attached to the posts. Athena was red-faced from the effort, having to stretch it all into place, making sure it was properly clipped and secure, before she stood up, holding a set of VR googles. She handed them over to Theresa, who slid them over her face, making sure they were properly secured into place, her vision blacking out.

She could hear Athena fumbling around, and the quiet click of a cable, and suddenly she could see - although it was another corner of the back-room, with just one edge of the sculpture-thing she was in visible, part of it moving as Athena shuffled inside of it.  Currently, it looked just like a tall, dark cube, the light not bright enough for her to see inside of it, her head poking out the top, with her copper-red hair a brilliant contrast to the black shine of the latex..

Athena's hands stroked over her face, lightly squeezing her jaw, and she felt a rubber tube push inside, with a panel pushing against her lips.

'Bite down.  Make sure it stays in!  Now let me pull the top sheet down - your head will be poking out the top.'

Something pushed over her face, making her flinch, a sheet of latex pulling over her head, Athena's fingers tugging and tweaking it into shape around her neck, forming a tight seal.  She couldn't see any of her own body now, the latex walls opaque. She bit down, the rubber soft enough that she could make indents into it.  

'Good girl. Dammit, there's more bits to go onto you.'  Athena swore, before releasing one of the front sheets, crawling inside. Fingers moved down over Theresa's body, several small and metallic disks getting stuck against her belly and chest, and more on her thighs.

'OK, all done.  I'm going to get outside, and then turn it on.  I think all the seals should be tight enough.'

All Theresa could do was make a vague mmpph of agreement through the breathing tubes - she watched Athena emerge from a corner of the cube, having to wriggle out, and then rearrange her clothing, tidying herself up.  After checking the corner seal, she flicked a switch, and a motor whirred into life.

The walls of the thing all started to suck inwards - the shape of her body started to appear, as they compressed around her, the cube shrinking inwards, the latex getting sucked in from the posts.  It was like an intense, full-body embrace, the stuff pulling tightly against her, covering every inch of her, even sucking in over her feet.  She could move, sort of, but it fought her, continually trying to shift her back towards her starting position.

Athena moved towards the camera, picking it up, making Theresa's vision suddenly at a strange angle, denying her the sight of herself.  Without that, she had to focus even more on the strong pressure all over her body, how it kissed against her breasts and buttocks, wrapping around her fingers, making her fight for every breath.

She felt movement, the wheeled base rolling forward.  This made the saddle vibrate, and she tensed up, the ripples of pleasure getting more and more intense.  Was she really going to be displayed?  The thought made her flush, red-hot pleasure-shame burning through her - but there was no way out now!

Chapter 2: Display Piece

Theresa tried to stay as still as possible, not wanting to draw attention to herself.  The camera had been placed opposite, letting her see herself, and the sucked-in latex was so tight that even her breathing was visible!  Her nipples poked at the latex, little lumps poking out.  She wanted to disappear, feeling the shame surge up every time people walked past her, even more when they stopped to look!  At least a red rope was placed around her, keeping her out of touching range, but she still flushed with a deep heat whenever she was looked at.  Her hooded head stuck out the top of the sucked-in cube, her hair spilling over it, as she tried to keep herself as still as possible.

She tensed her legs, trying to rise up on the saddle, the padded bar now firmly wedged within her slit.  It was impossible to relieve the pressure entirely, and wriggling around was just making her even more turned on, as it rubbed against her insides.  

An itch started on her belly, and she wriggled, trying to scratch it.  The sucked-in latex wasn't able to relieve the itch though, no matter how she wriggled - and she could see her own movement, how it made her body shine, light rippling over the black surface, the stuff so tight she could see her own navel!

She strained, trying to move her arm, feeling the heat build in her muscles as she fought against the encasement, trying to at least twist and tug on the latex, to make it rub against her own skin, to relieve the need to scratch herself.  This made the shape of her arm more visible, the shape appearing from beneath the latex, her fingers appearing as distinct lines, rather than a vague shape, moving little by little across her body.

Two people stopped and looked on - both women, dressed for a night of artistic admiration, in expensive-looking dresses, holding champagne flutes.  Theresa was seeing them from behind, their dresses tight against their backsides, feeling herself heat up even move as they stopped and looked at her.  Being so closely watched sent another flush of shame through her body, hot fuzz filling her mind, mingling with the pressure from her slit.

Athena walked up next to them, still in her ivory white skirt-suit, smiling at both of them.  She dipped her head at Theresa, who ground her teeth into the rubber plug in her mouth, the only part of her body she could easily move.  How much longer would she need to be like this?  She couldn't see a clock, and hadn't even asked what time it ended!  These artistic things could go on for hours, late into the night and through into the morning.

Athena was making broad gestures with her arms, moving them in a sinuous motion, Theresa realizing she was tracing out a feminine body-shape in the air.  With the latex sucked in so tight around her, her hips and breasts stood out clearly, giving her an hourglass figure, tighter than anything she had worn before.  Having the latex kiss her breasts was adding to her arousal, the pressure all over her skin, impossible to evade.  And she still couldn't move enough to scratch the itch!  Even the slight movement she had made of her arm had drained her, forcing her to suck air in through the narrow breathing tube, the only thing connecting her to the outside world

Theresa watched as Athena lifted the red rope, stepping into the small enclosure and approaching her.  She leaned in close with a smile, stroking a hand along Theresa's latex-sheathed cheek and whispered.  'Good girl!  You're doing well.  These two are very wealthy investors, so I'm going to, uh... show off the art piece a little more.  You still doing OK in there?'

Her hand moved down Theresa's body, lightly squeezing a breast, then down her belly, scratching the itch that had been irritating her so much.  Theresa wriggled, twisting her shoulders, the only movement she could manage, trying to signal that she was managing, despite the ever-increasing wetness between her legs, and the dryness in her throat.  She could feel sweat pooling in her feet, trickling down her body and with no way to escape!

Athena's hand moved to the saddle-bar between Athena's legs, before pressing on part of it.  She heard something click, and then it started to buzz and vibrate, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her.  

If she hadn't been gagged by the mouth-plug, she would have moaned, her pussy tightening up around the rod, her hips twitching and writhing of their own accord.  It was further stimulation, but still only light, not enough to get her all the way over the edge!

'I need you to move more, this should help you do that.'

She pressed one hand against Theresa's belly, the other against her back, the touch of her fingers dulled a little by the sheath of latex, pushing her in even more.  Theresa sucked on the air-hose as much as she could, trying to keep air in her lungs, despite the constant pressure on her body.  

'This should sting, but it won't hurt.  I'm just going to turn it on.'

What was Athena doing?  She moved to the side, letting Theresa see herself again, her limbs now spasming, more clearly visible, her knees twisting in and out, appearing distinctly for a moment before getting sucked in and fading again.

Athena moved across the metal base, before flicking part of it up, having to bend over to get to it.  The two other women both looked at her bent-over backside, as her skirt tightened against her buttocks, displaying them clearly.  

Sudden pain flared across her belly, little electrical shocks biting into her skin, making her stomach tense up, like a sharp slap.  From reflex, she shook herself, or at least tried to, her ankles still pinned into place, her arms bound to her side.  Another one, this time higher up, making her body wriggle around, the motion making her breasts even more pronounced.  Each of the shocks forced her into motion, making the latex sheets pull into her, highlighting her body, making her see the curves of her body in a way she'd never noticed before, the hour-glass curve of her hips and waist, the swell of her breasts, the leaner muscles of her thighs and calves.

Athena stood up and turned around, gesturing at the two women.  They stepped over the rope, approaching Theresa - with the camera behind them, she couldn't see their faces, or the movements of their hands, but felt a touch at her breasts, fingers poking into her body.  She tried to twist, wanting to push them away, but the latex made it impossible to move, even before the shocks and the vibrations!

Hands curved over her breasts, lightly squeezing them, another set of hands pressing against her belly, a finger poking against the top of her slit.  Sparks danced in her vision as it probed her most sensitive parts, adding a further thrill of pleasure.  She twitched and writhed, hoping that the movements looked like some device, rather than a person.

'Very cleverly made!  And it feels so real!'  A hand squeezed one of her buttocks, the fingers digging in, driving her deeper onto the waddle-wedge.  Her hips were rocking now, setting a rhythm of their own that she couldn't stop, driving her towards release.  She tried to slow herself down, not wanting to have a public orgasm, but the pleasure was still building, spreading within her body, her head feeling increasingly light, her thoughts vague.

Her sweat was mingling with the gel, slowly sliding down her body.  It was gathering around her crotch before slowly sliding down her legs, making her pussy more comfortable against the saddle, but the wet slipperiness made the whole thing feel even more unreal!

'I certainly wouldn't want it in my front room, but it would make an interesting conversation piece.  You could certainly stage a party around it - get some dancers, some nice, lithe young things, put them in some tight outfits to complement it.'

Every touch was a delicious flare of sensation, tugging slightly on the latex, accompanied by the rippling electrical sparks, as Theresa tried to resist the encroaching orgasm.  She tried to push herself upwards, feeling the last of the strength in her legs start to give out, before electrical pads on her thighs flared, and she sank down onto the saddle, the buzzing vibrations seeming even more intense now.

'I suppose it must be foam or something, but it does feel real.  I can even feel heat from it!'  Hands squeezed her breasts, hard enough to make her gasp, before poking against her arms.  Her fingers twitched, pushing back against the encasement before being forced back down again, the sheet too thick and stretchy to have any chance to break out of.  A hand touched against her face, making her flinch, fingers pushing at her chin, then her cheeks.

'Lovely hair! The wigs they make these days are amazing, so real-looking.'

One of them moved around behind her, fingers moving up her spine and making her shiver, glad now of the sheathing latex, doing something to numb the touches.  But she was still being grabbed and molested by the women, without any way to escape!

'Yes, it's quite advanced!  The artist makes it all herself - although she's new, and has only done a few exhibitions in Honk Kong.  This is the first of her pieces to be shown in Europe.  I expect it to fetch at least five million - possibly more.  I've heard that a few of the big collectors are interested - it could certainly be the centerpiece of a room, couldn't it?'

Who would pay five million for something like this?  Even if it was meant to have a robot in it!  Or a model or actress or something.

'And this is just the basic display mode - I used the panel to make it more active, but the owner will be given a control key that will let her change it through different moods.  I was only given them in Mandarin, so the nuances might be lost in translation, but they were lust, wrath, sorrow and some others.  And there's going to be mood-lighting in the base, so different colors can be used to match the mood.'

'Oh, that's clever!  And there's probably an app for it.  That seems to be all the rage these days - I keep having investors approach me with their ideas.'

They started chatting about business, Theresa's focus fading, her thighs tensing around the saddle.  Please just leave!  She didn't want to cum while being poked and prodded by these women!  But it was an effort to turn her head at all, and of course her vision didn't change, as she was still being shown the view of the camera across the room.  Someone stopped in front of it, blocking her vision, leaving her still being touched and groped.  Move!  She wanted to at least see what was happening to her, only being able to feel roaming fingers, as they idly chatted between themselves.  Why wasn't Athena moving them away?  She tried to wriggle her torso, but that just made the sparking brain-fuzz even more intense.

And then the pressure inside of her broke, past the point she could endure.  The orgasm blew through her, strong and vivid, and she could feel her eyes rolling back in her head, her whole body caught up in uncontrollable spasms.  The air coming through the tube was barely enough, her lungs straining to push it out before gulping in warm, stale air.  The gel and sweat were now mingled with pussy-juice, making her thighs sticky with her own fluids!  And she couldn't control her spasms and twitches, her hands moving out before getting snatched back into place, not strong enough to move away.

How long she was like that, lost to her own senses, she didn't know, but eventually the orgasm started to fade, her senses returning, her body limp, feeling wrung-out and weak.  Her crotch was numb, barely able to sense the still-progressing vibrations.  

The lights were low now, only just highlighting a few of the artworks, the visitors seemingly all gone.

A voice sounded in her ears, shocking her, before recognizing it as Athena.  'Good girl!  Everyone's gone now - they loved seeing the way you twitched, I'm guessing you had a good time?'

The latex-pressure suddenly faded, air flowing back into the thing, the sheets pulling away from her skin, taking sweat and gel with them.  No longer held in place, she would have fallen if not for her locked-in ankles, feeling herself sag forwards.  Her whole body was floppy, her strength faded, arms hanging limply.  She heard peeling, part of the structure getting pulled up, and was just about able to make her mouth open, the breathing tube dropping to the floor, and she sucked in air, heavy with the scent of her sweat, salty-sweat.  

The pressure around her neck shifted, the top-sheet getting pulled upwards, and then the visor was pulled away from her eyes.  Athena was there, stood close, smiling at her.  'You did well!  I would hug you, but, uh... you're a bit sweaty and gross.'

'Mphhhh...'  It took effort to get her tongue under control, the aftermath of the orgasm still rippling through her.  'Could you get me off this thing?  And then get me a lot of water!  And I need a shower.'

She wriggled her feet, trying to force strength back into her body, as Athena crouched down and the ankle-bands clicked open, and then she slumped forward, onto Athena's shoulder.  She could afford a dry-cleaning bill!  And it felt good to be touched and to be supported, Athena gently carrying her, lifting her off the saddle-wedge, the lack of pressure on her pussy making her gasp, body melting further.

'You can barely stand, can you?'

'That thing is... intense!'

'Well, I guess we can shower together.  And then you need to rest up - you're being displayed again tomorrow night.'

'Mrhhmmmm...'  All Theresa could manage to do was sigh, letting Athena carry all her weight.  That orgasm had been mind-blowing, shredding away all her conscious thoughts - could she manage another one?  Although she felt her lips contort into a dopey grin, pleasure coursing through her body.  She'd need to drink a lot more water in advance, but another ride on that thing...  She bit her lip in anticipatory delight, letting herself be carried away, enjoying the feeling of being supported and carried.

Chapter 3.1: Ending in Light

Theresa was dimly aware of a sense of movement, but it was hard to keep track - having the devices tease and massage her, while the latex kept her contained, was taking most of her attention. She barely even noticed how slippery how skin was, how muscles warm and loose, forced to spasm and twitch against the tightness of it, the resistance always enough to pull her back into place. Her legs were limp now, feeling like they were going to melt away, her fingers wet with her own sweat.

How long had she been here for? Just three evenings, but it seemed forever. Trapped and bound, her awareness of the visitors ebbing and flowing as she was stimulated, kept teased and excited, her whole body jangling with anticipation of release. The heat kept growing, the latex sheets not allowing her sweat to wick away, damp trickles coursing down her body, pooling in her feet.

The faint sensation of movement, again, wheels rolling, and then a bump, making her writhe with orgasmic tension as the teasing prods and prongs shifted where they were touching, making her groan, her teeth biting into the plug in her mouth. A ripple of electrical shocks danced across her belly, and then into her thighs, making her reel as her body was forced to move. She'd lost any ability to keep herself under control hours ago - as soon as the latex tightened around her, it was like stepping into a private, parallel universe, one where there was no-one but herself, the occasional murmurs from outside barely intruding into her awareness.

And this was nothing compared to the pleasure between her legs - a constant, wet heat, her body reacting to the constant teasing, as her mind melted into soft vagueness. She tried to tense her thighs, but that made them ache, the muscles beyond her capacity to control.

Another bump, shifting her body again, making her gasp in air, the corset around her waist making that more of a struggle than it should have been, just before electricity rippled across her body again. Her head would have sagged down if it hadn't been held up, her strength all but gone.

Hands squeezed her breasts, and she felt herself sag, wanting more touches, before the latex started to unseal itself, the rumbling vibration of the pump stopping. It peeled away from her skin, the motion itself a reverse-kiss as it pulled away from her, dragging sweat with it, fresher air curling in and caressing against her body, stimulating her further. All Theresa could do was sag there, her feet dangling in the air, hearing sounds start to filter through from outside.

When the sheets sucked away from her breasts, she moaned, her back arching, corset digging into her body. The fresher air was waking her up, making her more aware of how drenched she was, and of the desperate need between her legs - although she'd lost count of the number of times she'd climaxed already, she still wanted more! And now she could smell herself as well - sweat and lust, slowing her recovery, the scent permeating into her brain.

The front panel opened up, Athena appearing, wearing a sleek and feminine business suit, her breasts plumped up beneath a waistcoat. 'I think you need a shower, don't you agree?'

'Mrphhhmmm...' Theresa couldn't even try to form words as the gag was plucked from her mouth, dribble splashing to the floor, her jaw too numb to properly control. Without the supporting latex, she started to slump forward, only supported by the corset and the things lodged within her body, Athena darting forward to catch her. Theresa was too tired to feel more than a momentary pang of guilt over getting sweat over Athena's pristine outfit, as the woman's arms wrapped around her, the cocks somehow disengaging, lowering and removing themselves from her body.

Her feet touched against the floor, her legs too weak to support her, forcing her to lean on Athena. She let herself be dragged away, her feet soft from being bathed in sweat, through the storeroom and into Athena's personal space. The bright lights of a bathroom stung her eyes, before Athena shoved her against a wall and turned the shower on.

Warm water blasted from the showerhead, strong enough to sting her flesh, wiping away the sweat-soaked outer layer. It soaked Athena as well, making her blouse turn transparent and stick to her skin, drenching the fine fabrics, her styled hair melting away into loose strands.

Athena scrubbed her down, between stripping off herself, clothing getting tossed out of the shower and wetly splatting to the ground. Theresa had to lean against the wall to stay upright, having to resist the urge to just slide downwards. But Athena's touches felt good, a sponge wiping away sweat and dead skin, making her feel more and more awake, and cleaner than she'd ever felt before.

An arm wrapped around her waist, pushing her closer to the wall, before there was a slight clatter of leather, Athena kicking off her shoes. She kissed Theresa between the shoulders, her other arm wrapping around and her fingers lightly pressing between Theresa's legs. Just a light touch there made her squeal, her neck arching backwards, perilously close to a release already.

'Easy there! Let's at least get you clean before you cum your brains out. Uh, again. And I have a treat for you, if you can keep yourself together for it.'

She started to rub something into Theresa's skin, a lightly-scented gel, making Theresa feel protected and safe, letting herself be washed clean, Athena pressing tightly against her from behind, breasts pressing into Theresa's back. Even after Athena turned the shower off, she still felt good, letting herself get toweled off, soft fluffiness rubbing against her skin.

'Can you stand?'

It took an effort to remember that she could actually talk, her jaw numb and slow to move. 'I... think so?'

'Good girl.' She was supported out of the shower, her feet slapping against the tiled floor, still dripping slightly, leaning heavily on Athena's shoulders, stepping around the pile of the woman's clothing, left discarded on the floor.

She let herself be moved out of the bathroom, Athena's body pressed close against her own. Just having the other woman's arm wrapped around her waist was making her skin tingle, her whole body sensitized and soft, the other layer of her skin removed. Her hair slicked down her back, wet and tangled, still dripping, as strength slowly returned.

'You did well! There was a lot of interest in the sculpture.'

Theresa felt herself blush - how many people had seen her, wrapped up within that device, her body tense with sexual frustration, straining and wriggling within it, the shining material pulled tight against her skin. She could still feel it, the sensations clinging to her, slowing her movements as she tried to adjust to restraints that were no longer present, her fingers moving without restrictions. Her jaw still felt numb and sore, her tongue fat and heavy, speech still not something she was capable of.

'Don't worry, everyone thinks you were just an animatronic. Although a very convincing one! Some of the visitors were very impressed - and I never realized what a nice figure you had.' Fingers reached over and stroked her breast, making Theresa shiver with pleasure, her nipples painfully hard.

All she could do was moan, letting her head sag onto Athena's shoulder, as she staggered in time with Athena. Fortunately, it wasn't far to go, Athena kicking a door open, and a delicious smell wafting out. Theresa sucked in the air, letting it rest in the back of her throat, feeling the flavors and scents all mingle together, making her want to melt even further.

'You've been a good girl, so I thought I'd treat you a little.'

A low table was spread with delicious-smelling food, hot and fresh. And a bottle of wine, in an ice-bucket, water beading down the outside. Theresa stepped forward, before her legs gave way, and she dropped to all fours, crawling forward, head up as she sniffed at the air again. Her stomach rumbled, a feeling of weakness shooting through her. Fingers teased down her spine, making her shiver with sensation, Athena's nails just about long enough to scratch, leaving pleasurably warm furrows down her back, making her mewl. Her mouth hung slack, a trail of dribble splashing out.

'Hey! Try not to make a mess.'

'Mhmmmm...'

'Yes, I suppose it is my own fault.'

Theresa reached the table, just barely stopping herself from bumping into it, before settling back onto her haunches, and looking over the feast. All of her favorite foods! Steamed buns, a cassoulet, beef bourguignon... She felt dribble welling up again, managing to swallow it just in time, trying not to choke herself.

Her arms refused to obey her though, her shoulders only barely moving, her strength gone. Theresa whimpered - all the food there! And she couldn't eat it!

'Shhh, shhh. Let me help.'

Athena slid in behind her, skin-to-skin, her slightly damp breasts pushing against Theresa's back, her long legs wrapping around Theresa's waist. Theresa could feel every breath Athena made, wriggling herself backwards to use Athena as a supportive cushion.

'Now, what would my lovely piece of art like first?'

Athena's breathing tickled against the back of Theresa's neck, her legs tightening into place, as Theresa wriggled herself into a more comfortable position. She nodded her heads towards the steamed buns, looking soft and fluffy, steam wafting up from them. An arm, long and slender, reached forward, taking a fork and using it to skewer a bun, Theresa letting her jaw hang slack, her eyes fixated on the food as it was moved forward.

Everywhere that Athena was touching her felt warm, her body buzzing and electric, sensations sparking through her, along with a deep, seething heat, all focused in her crotch. She was still wet down there, with more than just shower-water, spreading her legs out wide beneath the table, feeling the cooler air kiss against her privates.

She bit down on the bun, feeling taste explode over her tongue, fierce and powerful, especially after so long with just the rubbery plug in there, stifling her tastebuds entirely.

'Mmmmmm...' Her groan was loud, her body relaxing even more, the meaty filling melting on her tongue before she chewed and swallowed. Athena was so warm and soft behind her, leaving Theresa feeling supported and cared for.

A hand slid around her upper chest, cupping a breast, gently squeezing, a thumb finding a nipple and flicking the hard nub.

'You had a good time in there?'

'Mmmmm... Yephhh...' Her words were slow and slurred, her brain soft and dazed still. But Athena's gentle strokes and touches were warming her up even more, a steady heat starting to throb between her legs, as the other half of the bun was pushed forward and she chomped down on it.

Athena put the fork down, reaching forward, pushing herself more closely against Theresa, breasts squashing down. She pulled out a large chunk of ice, slick and shiny with melted water, Theresa watching it dumbly as it moved closer.

When it pressed against her body, against one of her nipples, she felt the wet coolness of it, hearing herself groan, her arms juddering and shaking. The ice slid over her body, between her breasts, and then downwards, kissing over her skin, leaving a trail of cool water. She started to breath faster, her head spinning, as it moved over her navel, circling around the dip in her skin.

Athena's lips brushed the side of her neck, before pressing into a firm, tight kiss. Just the touch was enough to make Theresa's thoughts scatter, all her focus on her nerves, her whole body feeling light and fluffy and soft. Athena's other hand slid along Theresa's leg, curving upwards and then onto her inner thigh, nails lightly scratching and scraping.

Theresa mewled again, trying to recover herself, before yelping as the ice-lump moved further down, every little touch making her gasp.

'Do you like that? I didn't know you were such a cute pervert!'

'Nphhh...'

Fingers teased against her slit, her pussy feeling like a wet, loose lump, ready to melt and burst. She couldn't move though, could barely even talk, as fingers parted her lips, one slightly sliding into her. Just that touch made her eyes roll, her vision fuzzing and getting vague, the room blurring around her.

'Maybe when you're a little more recovered, I can get some of my toys? It feels like you need some attention.' Athena's kisses were moving, now on Theresa's cheek, then on the curve of her ear, her speech soft, little puffs of air breaking what scant focus Theresa had. The finger probed deeper, Theresa's body swallowing it up, trying to draw it deeper and deeper in, her body yearning to be filled, wanting to be used and stuffed.

'A nice, fat strap-on? I do have the occasional visitor - it can help negotiation a lot, I find. And even some of the men like it.'

The ice rubbed down, against her lower belly, and cool water trickled down into her pussy. The colder run-off mingled with her hot juices, creating a whole new cascade of sensations, the finger teasing back and forth.

'Yphhh...'

'I never knew what an eager, desperate little slut you could be! I suppose all that time being bored doing office work makes you nice and obedient? There's a few exclusive clubs I could take you to, if you want to explore more.'

Theresa was finding it hard to focus and listen, just wanting her body to be fulfilled! She squirmed herself against Athena's body, savoring the flesh-on-flesh connection, Athena's body both soft, but also dominating, holding her up and supporting her.

'Would you like more?' Athena kissed her again, harder this time, a light nibble of her teeth against Theresa's ear, the faint pain helping her to feel more aware. The ice was moved further down, now just above her slit, getting rubbed back and forth, cool water sliding down, her body hot enough that it was rapidly melting through the ice.

'Guuhhhh...' Theresa sighed, body melting, all her focus on the finger in her cunt and the ice sliding down her body, cool water trickling down into her navel. It was impossible to focus on anything but the sensations sparking through her crotch and belly, tingling up her spine, reducing her to nothing but groans and sighs, whimpering when Athena bit-kissed her again, teeth lightly pressing into her neck.

The lump of ice slipped, Athena pushing it inside of Theresa. Her body embraced it, her folds tightening around it as it entered her, the sudden chill making her gasp loudly. Her body tightened, her neck now entirely loose, her arms heavy, motionless lumps. Her own heat mingled with the cold, the two sensations fighting inside of her, Theresa's fingers moving with practiced skill. Her vision blurred, eyes flickering, a thick and heavy haze fading into her consciousness.

Athena continued to stroke and massage Theresa's slit, spreading it wide open, cool tricking trickling out. It was holding her release at bay, but just barely, as Theresa's breathing got faster and faster, her lungs panting for air.

'Maybe I should do more exhibits with you? You certainly seemed to enjoy being displayed.'

Athena's legs tightened around Theresa, and she could feel the warmth from Athena's crotch, the woman starting to grind against her from behind. Athena's breathing was getting faster as well, a stronger heat radiating out from her body. Theresa gave up resisting as Athena nudged her clit again, and she let herself fall into the welcome grasp of pleasure. A loud moan sounded out from her lips, her entire focus on the pleasure between her legs. It crashed up through her body, drowning out everything else, as she sagged against Athena, letting the woman cradle and support her. Being there, held and secure, with Athena's legs wrapped around her waist, softly panting against her neck, was a welcome relief from the tight, constrictive latex bindings - this was far more warm and human.

'Mmmmm...'

'Happy little model? You're certainly less of a pain to work with than most art models.'

Theresa sighed again, enjoying the sensations of being stroked by Athena, the ice now fully melted from within her. Her stomach rumbled again, other drives starting to assert themselves, Athena chuckling.

'Let's get you fed then.' Another kiss on the neck, this one slow and gentle. 'And I suppose you can sleep here tonight, and keep me company.'

Theresa let herself melt against Athena, opening her mouth wide, inhaling the delicious scents, and waiting for food to be dropped in, snuggling and making herself comfortable.

 

Chapter 3.2: Ending in Darkness

The heat built up between Theresa's legs, soft lumps stroking against his pussy, penetrating lightly into her, parting her folds, hungry and eager. The latex kissed against her skin, sucked in around her body, embracing every inch of her skin. Whenever she tried to move, it fought her, keeping her in place, an ardent and strict lover, holding her so tight it felt like it would never let go.

The softness stopped, the heat starting to fade, denying her the moment of release. Theresa gulped in air, soft-edged darkness fraying the edge of her vision, the strangeness of seeing herself from outside now seeming normal. She could see light dappling off the latex, rippling as she moved, every movement drawing attention, adding a hot wave of shame to her roiling emotions, another source of strong heat. Four people were looking at her, all seeming interested, and she tried to force herself to be as still as possible, but then electrical shocks tweaked her belly and thighs, forcing her to move.

She wriggled on the padded saddle, feeling her sweat ooze and trickle around her body, her movements allowing it to move, just slightly. From outside, she looked sleek and inhuman, her skin the black latex sheets, perfect and immaculate. But beneath that, she was a hot, sweaty mess, probably stinking as well, even if all she could smell herself was rubber and plastic, the air around her face getting pumped in at her.

How much longer would she have to endure this? She couldn't see any clocks from where she was, or even windows. Athena wandered past a few times, gesturing at various art pieces, looking amazing in her skirt-suit, but not even giving Theresa a second glance, except when she was being shown off. Was it just her imagination, or were those the times when the machine twisted and writhed with even more force, making her arousal even more intense?

Theresa could barely think though - her thoughts were a scrambled, horny mess, all her focus on the wet tightness between her legs, tensing her thighs up, trying to draw the device deeper into herself. She'd been poised on the edge of release for what felt like hours, each stroking rub drawing her closer and closer, but always denying her enough stimulation for final release, or hurting her with shocks, or the flow of air slowing, making her inhale dirty, noxious fumes.

There seemed to be less of a crowd now, the potential buyers having gotten bored, or been ushered out of the door. Theresa couldn't hear anything, existing purely with vision, her hearing removed. Did that mean she might soon be set free? She wanted her reward - fine food - and then to be allowed to come, before falling into a deep and horny sleep. How many times would she wank when she was allowed off this damn thing? Probably enough to soak the sheets in sweat and her own juices!

Darkness blinked into existence on one side of the gallery, lights turning off, plunging part of the room into the void. And then the same on the other side, leaving her alone in a pool of light, the rest of the world having been removed. The machine didn't stop, continuing to grind away at her, the latex still sucking at her, keeping her bound into place.

Athena stepped into sight, the lights shining off her hair and jewelry. She was dressed to impress tonight, even more so than usual - her blouse was lower cut, showing off the edge of her lingerie bra, her makeup exquisite, hair done in loose and sultry waves, her skirt tight enough that it was clear she wasn't wearing any panties beneath it.

As Athena walked towards Theresa, she squirmed, wanting to be set free, to be allowed to touch her own skin again, and to finally have a release from the unceasing teasing of the machine.

Then there was movement from the darkness, another figure stepping out. This one was shorter and thinner than Athena - another woman, wearing a designer dress, a thing of tight, almost-see-though lace that clung tightly to her body, discreetly darker over her breasts and privates. A jewel-studded choker was around her neck, gleaming as she moved, every gem catching the light, similar decorations around her wrists and ankles. With the camera behind her, Theresa couldn't see her face, but she moved with an easy poise, despite the 6-inch wedge heels she wore. Every step made her dress pull tightly against her legs, showing them off, before fading slightly as the fabric relaxed away.

The two of them stopped in front of Theresa, who tried to stay as still as possible, not liking being so obviously looked at, unable to know what they were saying. The vibrations increased, making it impossible to not move, feeling the latex suck and kiss at her breasts, her nipples heavy and sensitive, and then shocks again, making her tense and twitch. If it hadn't been for the latex sheets sucking around her body, she would have fallen over long ago!

A faint hiss sounded in her ears, and then sounds came through, a woman's voice that Theresa didn't recognize speaking.

'...a lovely piece! I have just the room for it at home, where I keep some of my favorite toys.' She stepped beneath the rope, getting closer, Theresa tensing up, unable to move herself as the woman approached.

As a hand touched her stomach, pressing hard against her belly, Theresa held her breath, trying to seem inanimate. The fingers pushed against her, and then a palm, squeezing air from her, and then another hand squeezed her breast, digging in through the latex sheets. It was impossible not to react, Theresa twisting back against the groping fingers.

'Yes, an impressive device. I've been a fan of the artist for quite some time - we have similar preferences. A shame this is the first of her pieces to come up for sale.' The fingers continued to twist and squeeze, digging more deeply into Theresa's belly and breast, before her breast was released and the hand slid around to her back. She found herself getting compressed between two hands, her breathing now restricted to short, swift pants, having to exert herself even more just to keep air flowing into her lungs.

'Just the thing I need!' The hands pressed harder, Theresa trying to twist to get them off, but unable to do so. 'And the device can be controlled as well, can't it?'

'Yes, if you...'

The other woman gave Theresa a final, compressive squeeze, before removing her hands. She squatted to fiddle with the base of the thing, the movement making her lace dress tighten around her body again, showing off her curves. The suction increased, the latex crushingly tight, the pump sending slight vibrations through the whole device. Theresa tried to squirm, feeling it press in on her, pinning her completely, trapping every part of her body. The shocks got faster and more vicious as well, making her writhe about, only secured by her ankles and the saddle, sparks dancing in front of her eyes, unable to suck in enough air.

'I'll have to get a remote made. That can be a fun party-game for my guests. And it comes as-is?'

Theresa tensed her legs, trying to rise up on the saddle, wanting some relief from the incessant teasing, but she had no strength left, unable to do anything but sag in place, her movements forced by the electrical shocks and jolts.

'Yes. As we discussed, it's ready for use.'

Theresa's struggles got more intense, her lungs burning for air, the electrical shocks sharp and vicious. She wanted to be let free now!

'Good. And no-one will mind about the occupant? I won't be too rough with her, but she's clearly a tough little slut, and I do like to have some fun.'

A chill sweat ran through Theresa, a cut of fear making her heart skip a beat. She couldn't make any sound of protest, not with her mouth securely plugged, but her teeth dug into the rubber, her arms tightening, trying to push out of the clinging sheets. She didn't want to be recognized, or punished or teased!

Athena twisted around, facing the camera and giving an apologetic smile before turning back around.

'Of course! If you could remember to keep her fed and watered?'

'I'll have my boys take care of that. They're nice and obedient. And maybe she can keep them company as well.'

Savage shocks bit into Theresa's thighs, making them cramp around the saddle, the cock-prongs driving deeper into her. The latex felt like it was melting into her skin, as though it would never come off! The woman clicked her fingers, the sound loud and sharp, Theresa seeing how long her nails were, painted bright red, with ornamental gems sparkling there.

Footsteps sounded, moving at a brisk pace, before a man appeared from the darkness - tall, slender and elegant, wearing a well-tailored suit, an earbud in place, shades on his eyes, looking like a bodyguard. Beneath his suit, around his neck, Theresa could see a metal band, bright and shiny.

She couldn't see what the woman was doing, but felt the changes - the shocks biting or easing off, the suction strengthening even more, locking her body tightly into place, the flow of air slowing. Theresa had to suck hard, feeling her lungs burn from the strain, her body weakening fast.

The woman gestured at him as she stood up, moving behind Theresa. She felt hands squeeze her shoulders, and then one moved across onto a breast, the other sliding down a hip, and then onto her thigh. Having touches, even numbed by the latex, so close to her slit was distracting, increasing the tingling pressure between her legs, her skin drenched with sweat and juices.

The man glanced around, then walked towards the camera, obscuring everything behind him. Theresa was left gasping for breath, getting groped and stroked, still unable to get off, or even move. Her heart was racing, her body desperate for air, as the man picked the camera up. She felt dizzy as her viewpoint was forcibly moved, letting her see the ceiling and then the floor, a sense of whirling nausea filling her belly.

And then it was twisted around again, letting her see herself from the front, the woman behind her. Now it was closer, she could see the woman more clearly - her dress was clearly designed to show her off, translucent against her tanned skin, so sheer that a belly-piercing was visible through it. Her hand dug into Theresa's breast again, the nails spiking her, making her gasp and wriggle. To one side was a wheeled cart, holding a sturdy packing crate filled with padding.

'Let's get her out so I can have a look at her, before she's shipped off. I want to know just what I'm buying! And it's been a while since Gregory has seen a naked women - I'm sure he'll appreciate it.'

Theresa felt the suction stop, the latex peeling off her skin, taking the outer layer with it, making her feel soft and sensitive, her own sweat making her body sting and ache. And she could still barely breathe, the rubber gag-lump hard between her teeth.

Having cooler air slide in, kissing against her skin, made her senses reel, her body starting to twitch, outside of her control. As the sheets tugged themselves away from her back, peeling away, she gasped, senses reeling - it was like a bittersweet kiss, but on every inch of her skin, the sticky sheet pulling away from her, bit by bit.

The rush of cooler air grew more intense, as Athena's opened up the front and ducked in. She sniffed, then winced, clearly able to smell Theresa's body, before moving in close. When she laid a hand on Theresa's bare breast, the simple sensation, of skin-on-skin, was intense, a strange but addictive pleasure-pain that shot through her.

Without the latex in place, sucking on her, she was no longer as constrained, and she felt her balance going, almost falling over until Athena leaned in to support her, sweat soaking into her suit-jacket.

'Mmmpphh...'

'Shhhh, don't worry. I'm just... loaning you out for a while. I'll give you a nice treat when you're back. And her boys are just your type, so it might even be fun for you!'

Athena kept her supported, as she worked to release Theresa's restraints, the ankle-bands clicking loose, her arms too weak to move even though they now could. She flopped further onto Athena's shoulder, glad to be supported and held, after so long in the tight, sucking isolation of the vac-cube. When the visor was removed, she fell into the soft darkness of closing her eyes, unable to muster up the strength to focus in the low gloom inside the cube.

The gag-mask was removed from her mouth, her own dribble splashing down onto her body, sliding down between her breasts. As she was lifted upwards, the teasing cock-prongs slipped out of her body, making her gasp and shudder, spasming against Athena, not yet able to even speak.

Athena tottered, struggling with her weight, stopping her from falling to the ground as she was dragged around, feet scraping the floor. She felt so soft and wet! And her pussy was drenched, desperate for release, even if she lacked the strength to do it herself.

As she was moved outside, the cooler air hit, waking her up more, making her groan, some sense starting to return, now she could breathe fully. She slowly opened her eyes, finding herself staring into the eyes of the woman. A moment later, her hand slapped against Theresa's cheek, making her grunt in pain, feeling her cheek heat up from the impact.

'Hmmm, not bad. Quite a pretty little thing, aren't you? A bit sweaty, but after all that time sealed inside, that's not a surprise. I was worried you'd be some ugly hag. But you'll do.' She scraped her hand down Theresa's chest, now unprotected, leaving deep red scratch-marks, all the sweat having softened the skin. It hurt, but in a good way, Theresa feeling the scratches deep within her core. A quick twist of her wrist, and now there were horizontal marks as well, just beneath her breasts.

'It's good that she's not a screamer. Not that she can make much noise as an art exhibit, I suppose.'

'Mhrmmmm...' Theresa still couldn't muster up coherent words, Athena twisting her around and then letting her drop.

'Have her packaged up and delivered. I'll return her when I'm bored with her. Unless, of course, she wants to stay.'

The floor was deliciously cool, sucking away some of Theresa's desperate fever-heat, helping her to think a little more clearly, as Athena rolled her onto her belly. She could still feel the scratch-marks, twisting herself around to feel them more intensely as she flopped around. A heel spiked down against her back, pinning her into place, jabbing into her spine.

'I'll have one of the boys wash you down as well, before putting you back inside. And then we can have some fun together, before the party.' The heel scraped down her skin, and she pushed against it, savoring the long, biting scratch-pain.

Hands grabbed her ankles, bending them back on themselves, her body so loose and floppy that her heels easily touched against her backside. There was the sound of tape, peeling off the roll, and then stickiness touched against her heel, wrapping around her upper thigh, binding the two together. Several loops, and one leg was securely and tightly bound, before the tape wrapped the other.

Theresa groaned, not sure if she could protest, or even if she wanted to - pussy-juice was still pooling beneath her, her body desperate for release. Whoever this woman was, maybe she'd let her "boys" use her?

She felt Athena's hands grab her wrists, pulling them behind her back, more tape ripping off the roll, getting used to bind them together, and then up against her wrists, forcing her into a hog-tie, her back bent and arched. When she tried moving, all she could do was wriggle around slightly, rolling in her own sweat and juices, now aware of how much she stank.

The heel scraped down again, hard enough that Theresa could feel the ache even after it had pressed, panting and gasping.

'She seems a bit leaky. Let's plug that mouth of hers. If she's obedient, I might let her use it - or maybe the boys can make use of it, her throat looks nice and soft.'

A band of tape went over her forehead, bending her neck backwards, then getting wrapped around her legs. She could barely move anymore, just about wriggling her toes and that was it! The woman was stood in front of her, diamond-studded anklets shining, before she lent over, squeezing at Theresa's cheeks and pushing a wad of cloth in. It filled her mouth, making her cheeks bulge, and then tape rolled over her mouth, pressed tightly against her lips, silencing any sound she might have made.

'Box her up. And I expect delivery tonight! For what I'm paying, you can manage that.'

'Yes, of course! That won't be a problem.'

Hands slid beneath her, peeling her off the floor, the tape hog-tie pulling on her in new and interesting ways now she was no longer supported. It wasn't far to go though, until she was dropped into the crate, feeling the packing peanuts cushion her fall, enough of them that they stiffened beneath her, sticking to her sweaty skin. She twisted around, keeping her nose clear as she started to sink into them, more falling onto her back.

'Mphhh!' Her sound was stifled by the tape and the wadding, and then the top of the crate slid into place, sealing her into darkness. All she could do was twist and wriggle, trying to grind her hips enough to get some pleasure, but the soft packaging denied her even that. Soon after, she felt movement as she was moved again, being taken away, ready to be displayed again...

 

THE END

About the Author

Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking.

 

 

 

 

Marie Becomes a Doll, Chapter 4: Preparation for the Evening

Fifi's fingers dug into Marie's back, strong and sure, massaging out the sore points and stiffness from being bound into the hogtie for so long. Marie's chin rested on her hands, her eyes closed, body stretched out on the bed, Fifi straddling her, sitting on Marie's backside. Finger pushed on her spine, with enough force to make Marie exhale, but the sensation was pleasurable, her hips grinding down onto the mattress, filling the warm wetness blossoming again.

'Madame was something of a wriggler- she must learn to stay still. Having Madame twist around in front of the visitors was shameful!'

Marie felt herself blushing, a deep heat sparking in her core. She'd been deep in a stretched-out doze, trapped in the sunlight and her throbbing, unsatisfied yearning. She'd been dimly aware of footsteps, a vague thrum of chatter, but it all felt so unreal, the idea that others had been looking at her, bound, naked and helpless, hadn't struck home until now. But Fifi had been watching over her, checking her limbs, stroking and touching her, until the visitors had left, and she had been unbound, then allowed to stagger on her heel-boots back to her bedroom.

'Tonight, Madame will be displayed again. But Madame will need to be on her best behavior - tonight, Madame will be a doll, perfect, pretty and silent. If she is not silent, then there will be consequences. And Madame's pretty little derriere will end up as red as a cherry!'

Fifi shifted her weight, rising up and then dropping herself down, squashing Marie's hips deeper into the mattress. The sudden pressure made her gasp, the bedsheets rubbing between her legs, soft and now dampened from her juices.

'And did Madame enjoy having her mouth exposed? The guests did enjoy the giving of treats.'

Marie's blush got even harder. Having her mouth held open by the metal ring had been bad enough, but, in her half-doze, she had sensed fingers putting sweets into her mouth, soft twists of sugar that melted on her tongue. Having people she hadn't even been able to see able to just able to do that! And all the while her desire had been growing within her, leaving a damp spot on the metal table, mercifully hidden beneath her body.

'Before she is washed and dressed for tonight, then Madame will need to be punished.' Fingers pushed into the top of Marie's spine, just beneath her neck, making her gasp, just barely avoid dribbling into the pillow. 'First Madame's corset, then the punishment for the wriggling.'

Fifi leaned forward, pressing her body against Marie's back, her hands sliding beneath Marie's body, twisting around to squeeze her breasts. 'So lovely and soft! Such a sweet, little doll - if certain instincts can be restrained.' Her breathing was soft and warm against Marie's neck, her fingers digging into Marie's breasts. It was an effort not to hump and grind against the bed, Fifi pinning her into place from above.

'Certainly better than the last girl! Now, stand up.' The hands slid out from beneath her, after a final squeeze, Fifi dismounting from above Marie. 'Your wriggling was very undignified and inelegant - not how a young lady should behave.'

With her arms free, Marie was able to push herself off the bed, her feet still in the pointed boots, having to balance on her toes. It was easier without her arms bound, but she had to tense up her backside as she stood, making her spanked cheeks ache and throb.

'An admirable grace, Madame. I hope that the lessons are useful?' She twisted around on the bed, her legs sliding against each other before she stood, picking up the corset. 'Madame's figure is improving, but further training is needed.'

She descended, wrapping the leather around Marie's body, expertly pulling it into place, before tightening the stays. It compressed her body, snug over her belly, pushing her breasts upwards, pushing on her spine. It felt good, natural and tight now, helping her maintain her posture.

Fifi took Marie's chin in her hand, angling it so that their eyes met. 'Madame must be sure to fulfil her potential. And no more undignified wriggling! And so Fifi must punish Madame.'

With the boots, her balance was staggering anyway, Fifi easily able to pull her around, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her back towards the bed, making Marie fall over her knees. Now face down, Marie could see that there were heavy metal d-rings all around the edge of the bed, set at regular intervals. Fifi's knees against her stomach pressed even more of the air out of her, as fingers slid along the curve of her already warmed buttocks, making her shiver.

'I see that Madame is enjoying herself!' The fingers slid further, reaching between her thighs, touching just lightly against her lips. She mewled, surprising even herself with the noise she made, wanting to arch her back and twist into it, wanting more pressure there, her arms coming up and cupping her own breasts.

A hand reached down and grabbed one of her wrists, bending it behind her back. 'And Madame's other arm - she must grasp her elbow.' The fingers between her thighs twisted, and her vision blurred, her breath coming in short snatches. She obeyed, clasping her hands behind her back, before hearing buckles and leather, Fifi's hand withdrawing, leaving her feeling disappointed and unfulfilled.

Leather slid over her arms, rolling up to just beneath her shoulders, locking her arms into position, a leather box tight around her. Buckles clicked shut, locking everything shut. She wriggled her shoulders, testing her mobility, finding it limited.

Fifi tutted. 'No wriggling, Madame! A lady should move with poise, elegance and purpose. Now, how many spanks does Madame think appropriate?' Fifi moved herself, getting comfortable, resting a hand against Marie's buttocks. 'Madame needs some chastisement.'

Marie's mouth went dry, as she struggled to think. Her buttocks were hot already - more strikes would make her even more excited! But maybe they would be enough to make her feel good?

'...Twenty?'

'Excellent. Fifi will administer the punishment.' One hand pushed down between Marie's shoulders, before a hand slapped against her backside. This was harder than before, the impact rippling through her, making her moan, feeling it to her core, the feeling of pleasure surging upwards. And then again, and again, Fifi's palm impacting with firm, solid hits against her ass-cheeks. The hits made her gasp, clenching and twisting her thighs, wanting more pressure and touches there.

Her head was fuzzy, making it impossible to count them, the time between each seeming to get less and less, the heat of the strikes merging together.

'Madame's buttocks are a lovely color. As red as her corset.' Fifi's fingers touched against her, just the light touch enough to make everything throb again. 'But a lady must have more dignity. None of this gasping and groaning! Madame will be gagged, to learn to be silent - does Madame agree?'

It took focus and effort to make her lips and tongue move, Marie almost lost in the throes of pleasure. Having something in her mouth would be good, to stop her dribbling if nothing else!

'Yessss...'

'Very good. Open wide, Madame.'

Leather wrapped around her face, a block sliding into her mouth, her teeth sinking slightly into it. With her tongue, she could feel that there was a hole through it, letting her breath if she sucked hard, Fifi tying it around her face, the leather coming to just beneath her nose.

'Mphhh!'

'If Madame encounters distress, then she may command Fifi to stop.'

Marie went limp, wanting more impacts, pushing her hips slightly forward, grinding herself as much as she could against Fifi's legs, not caring that she was probably staining the woman's stockings. As her head sagged down, she could see Fifi's legs, slender and elegant, 4-inch heels on her feet, the ankle-bands fastened in place with small brass padlocks.

'Very good.'

Another spank, Marie's legs twisting upwards as she tensed in pleasure, managing not to kick Fifi's hands. It felt so good though, each spank adding more and more heat to her backside! Her buttocks felt as though there were aflame, and the wetness between her legs was even more intense - just a little more, please, just to get her off?

One more strike, Fifi's palm slapping with intense, focused force against her backside, and her head arched, legs kicking up again.

'And the punishment is complete.' Fifi's hand stroked against Marie's buttocks, the touches light and gentle now. Even those made throbs of pain run through her, edged with pleasure, deep and intense. She strained her shoulders, pushing against the box-binder, the leather too strong to break out of, her fingers digging into her elbows. She wanted more - although preferably strokes rather than spanks!

She felt Fifi move, leaning over, and then some stray strands of hair brushed against her tender backside, just before soft lips kissed down. Even the light pressure made has gasp, sucking air in through the gag, fire igniting on the flesh of her buttocks. Another kiss, the sensation of pressure even hotter and more vivid. She impotently twitched and kicked with her legs, wanting to get touched more, to get off!

A third kiss, this time on the other buttock, and then Fifi lifted her head, laying her hand against Marie's ass. Her palm felt cool and firm against Marie's skin, as she chuckled.

'Madame Marie is a good girl! And fond of being punished. But Madame must take care to behave well, no matter how much she enjoys punishment.'

Marie mumbled something into her gag, biting down on the leather block, teeth sinking slightly into it. She wanted to be a good girl, but being spanked felt good!

'If you obey, then the Master will be happy. And he can reward you,'

She felt some cream getting rubbed into her buttocks, taking the edge off the heat, sinking into her skin, cooling her off.

'Fifi has picked out some clothing for Madame. To display her assets. Madame will not need to talk, simply be viewed. So that her beauty may be seen.'

'Mphhh...'

Fingers slid between her buttocks, making her shiver, one brushing against her asshole, slightly slippery with the cooling cream. 'Good girl. Obedience brings rewards. Now, stand, and Fifi will dress Madame.'

Fifi used the straps of the arm-binder to pull Marie upwards. Blood rushed to her head as she stood, the aching aftermath of the spanks still strong, only slightly dulled by the cream, her ass feeling a little sticky.

She managed to stand in place, her legs tense beneath her, turning around to see Fifi stand. The smile on her face made Marie feel glad, but the thought of being displayed again made her feel nervous.

As Fifi went to gather clothing, Marie shifted her weight between her legs, trying to ease the tension in her muscles. The clothing Fifi was pulling out looked very tight, red leather, sculpted to squeeze and compress the body of the wearer even more.

Fifi pressed it against Marie's body, the high neck flowing into place, forcing her to hold her head high, leather bands pressing up against her chin. Fifi's body was pressed against her from behind, close and warm, although even the slightest touch against her buttocks made them throb again. The dress was tightened around her body, the leather having holes for her breasts, smoothly tightening over the corset. The round holes pulled on her breasts, making them high and perky.

Laces were pulled tight, Marie able to hear the leather softly creaking as it was pulled around her body. It settled into place, and she could feel herself heating up beneath the leather. Her buttocks were still bare, holes in the leather letting them protrude.

'When Madame is better trained, then further layers will be added. Madame Marie's shape must be perfect, for the guests.' She reached around in front of Marie, giving the collar a tweak, tightening it further. It pressed around her neck, forcing her to hold her head high, but also giving her support.

Hands pressed against the leather, pulling and twisting on it, then coming down to her knees. Cords tightened, pulling her knees together as the hem of the dress was pulled tight. She'd only be able to hobble! And her breasts and buttocks were both on display, the leather cut to display her body.

'Madame does have a pleasing body. And a charmingly obedient spirit.' Fifi gave Marie a push from behind, making her stagger, buttocks tightening up. 'But Madame should be decorated with a jewel! And then Fifi will put Marie's face on, so that she can be displayed.'

Marie felt Fifi grab her buttocks, spreading them apart. The touch of her fingers sent soft thrills of pleasure-pain through Marie, her buttocks still red and sensitive. One hand kept them parted, before something metallic and slippery touched against the inner curve of her butt. It pushed against the knot of her asshole, before Fifi started to push it in. The thing was cold, draining heat from her, a curved bulb sliding into her ass.

As Fifi's fingers tightened on her backside, the throbbing got more intense, her asshole being forced wide to accept the lump. It spread her wide, before suddenly getting swallowed up, her body sucking the thing into her. She could feel it, solid and heavy inside her body, part of it outside, pushing her buttocks aside.

'A lovely jewel, for a lovely Madame! And now your face - not as pretty as little Marie's true face, but that can be revealed later.'

Rubber flapped, the mask-hood falling over her face. With her mouth still blocked by the gag, she had to suck in the rubbery, chemical scent of the thing, before it tightened over her face, pulled over her brow. Now she was trapped in a tight darkness, her eyes covered by the mask, her asshole tense around whatever had been pushed into her.

Fifi gave her a push from behind, and she staggered forward, feeling her backside tighten up around the intruder. She let herself be guided, unable to see, her arms still bound behind her body, glad of the support, both of Fifi, but also of the outfit. There was slight chafing from the dress, her breasts rubbing against the leather surroundings, but that wasn't as bad as the soreness of her buttocks! But she was warm inside, letting herself be guided along.