Message-ID: <3044eli$9708172012@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: anakha@clara.net (anakha) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Best Of The Net: REPOST - "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!) (5/6) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5t6c4q$e6t$10@eros.clara.net> ************************************************************************************ Hi, I have been downloading stuff from Usenet for some time and haven't really been putting an awful lot back so I decided it was time to repost the stuff I have. There are a number of reasons for this. Firstly it is for those who have only started using Usenet since the stories I have were originally posted, secondly for those who may simply have missed them first time round and lastly my contribution to fighting the ever increasing spam which now saturates all of the sex newsgroups. The vast majority of the stories I post will be plain bondage orientated with a few subfem & femdom ones thrown in. Anything a little stronger in terms of s&m isn't really my scene so there won't be much like that. Also please note I am NOT the author of any of the stories so the copyright notices of ALL of the original authors still apply. (Also there is nothing that I can see from the original post which says I can't repost this story. If you are the author and you do NOT want it reposted then I suggest you let me, & everyone else, know). I hope you enjoy whatever I do post. Bye for now. Anakha http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html ************************************************************************************* From: Edwin Gay Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: TG: "The Doll Factory" (Latex-fetish TG Long!) Date: Sat, 10 Jun 95 14:59:38 -0500 Organization: Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) Message-ID: Twenty minuets 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 that 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 lead me back to Roxanne's, now my bedroom! Once there I was lead 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 sluts wasp waist, making my body a mans 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, your 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 whores shape. A sweet 16 inch waist and 38DD breasts. Cynthia lead 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, your 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 10 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 who's 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!" To 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 lets finish getting you dressed! Now baby lets 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 corseted 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 hangs 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 3 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 sexually 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. The is no room for SuSu left in that mind." After a long sweet kiss Cynthia carefully pulled shinning, 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 what pretty sluts like you are for! Now my dear sweet little cunt, You have to become what I want, you see your a beautiful, helpless, cunt now, and I am your Mistress and your completely in my charge." As Vanessa spoke Cynthia picked up a gorgeous ivory satin jacket, with long tight sleeves and a 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, your 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 lets 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, your 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 your looks ridiculous? Well I do! If your 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 who's pouting, sexy face filled the mirror, I could see that once the cruelly tight full head mask forced my face back into it's 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, your not finished getting dressed yet, you 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 a ivory satin pill box hat was pined securely to my flowing black tresses, then the hats 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 impossible to do anything except just barely flex my fingers. For all real purposes my hand were completely helpless. 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 lead me to the center of the bedroom. I slowly followed where she lead, 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, your sexy and sensational. Now lets 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 whores 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. A 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 to tight, to 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 back hand 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 bitches 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 trust my breasts out, and with a sway to my hips that was almost a strippers bump and grind. It to 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 back hand knocked me back on the bed, then reaching out Vanessa dragged me back to a standing position. Vanessa, with a 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 lets 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, lets get your collar turned up, yes! God you're perfect Roxanne, all pretty and veiled! Now for your muff, yes good. First over right arm, first lets push the sleeves back some. Now lets 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." Lets 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 whores 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 by 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. You 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 from 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 12 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 and 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. I 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 shemales. 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. Dear Desiree: this is where I ran out of gas. Additionally I kind of gassed out on tying the stories together. What would be really neet would be for you to reread these versions of your stories. I would die for you to Desireeize them by adding your special touch. Anyway, let me know what you think. Yours with love Dawn Anakha. http://home.clara.net/anakha/index.html ******************************************************* If you want to reply to me by Email then you will need to manually amend the 'reply to' address in the header to anakha@clara.net. ****************************************************** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /