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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Exhibitionism With Uncle And His Son-3

Jeevan< jeevan80>

In the Diwali holidays my uncle Kamalesh's family and our family went to
Pune to celebrate the diwali with our near relatives. We went to Pune
separately so did not get any opportunity for fun during travels. But I
knew that uncle Kamalesh would definitely find some way out of it in Pune.

In the evening on our second day he asked me if I would accompany him
and Bablu to Empress Garden in Pune camp area. I said yes why not! He had
told my dad that he would be taking me for some shopping on the famous M.G.
Road here in Pune. Dad agreed.

I wore knee length skirt and cotton top. As you know I love the tops
little short ones so that my naval and bellybutton are slightly exposed.
And I wore no panties inside! This makes my choot wet as guys look at me
with those thirsty eyes. Bablu was to stay at home as his mother wanted to
take him out to some of her relatives.

" Didi! You look so beautiful! I think my dad will not leave you. He
likes such dresses. he will definitely put his thing in you Didi."

"Ohhhhh you naughty boy! I know that. And that is why I am dressed
like this."

Ohhh Didi! They are definitely going to touch you. And my dad is the
first one!"

"Yes Bablu. He is going to do something nasty today. I know. That's
why is taking me out with him. But it will be fun! He is such a nice man.
And you too Bablu!"

Saying this I kissed him full on his mouth. I saw his bulli getting
hard and he was all red with excitement. Uncle called me and we both left.
Uncle had taken a private taxi on hire for moving in Pune and it was a
Maruti 800. We both sat in the back seat and started to the empress
garden. As we were traveling in the car, uncle sat very close to me and his
hands were roaming over my body. He caught my small breasts with one hand
and the other rested on my thigh. Uncle was getting bold and now he put
his hand inside my skirt and started to rub my thighs lightly. Ohhh God!
It really made my choot flowing with juice. Uncle was now pushing his
hands inside my skirt and was searching for my choot. His fingers found it
and he started his play. Bad luck! The Empress Garden Had come and the
driver was asking if he should park the car in the parking lot. Uncle
straightened up and so did me. We all got down the car and walked towards
the garden. The garden was just like a small jungle with trees all over.
Since it was afternoon there was no rush and only few couples were seen
sitting. We took some things to eat and then started to walk towards a
quite place where we can have some privacy. As we were walking by the road
we could see few couples engaged in various kinds of foreplay. One couple
was interesting, the girl was sitting on the lap of the man and they were
kissing passionately. The man was about 40 and the girl was about 20 yrs
and they were openly kissing each other. My uncle looked at them and
pinched me and boldly walked near the couple and we sat just few feet away
from them. I did not know what was in my uncle's mind but I could guess he
wanted to watch the couple and also give them good show. Ok I was a game!
We both talked something but my mind was busy imagining the couple watching
us. Slowly my uncle started the petting with me. He caught my hand and
kissed me. It was a passionate kiss and I couldn't help opening my mouth
to allow his expert tongue explore my mouth. From the corner of my eyes I
watched the reaction of the couple. The man was signaling his girl to
watch us. And both of them were watching us with wide eyes. Now my uncle
told me to remove the top two buttons of my top so that the cleft of my
creamy breasts would be seen. I opened the first button with my hands
shaking with excitement and peeked at the goods. The couple watched and I
saw that the man had his hand on his girl's thigh as he watched. I removed
the second button and more than half of my breasts were visible. My heart
was beating faster and I felt flushed, as this was my first time to expose
my body to strangers. My uncle looked at me and smiled. He then asked me
to move closer and then placed his hand on my naked boob flesh. Ohhh it
felt wonderful with the other couple watching us. It was different! The
couple was tense now, sexual tension I guess! The girl kissed the man and
put her hands around his neck. They were kissing and still looking at us.
My uncle pulled my breast out of the top I was wearing and it popped free.
It was thrust up with the space available and I looked at it. My nipples
were already hard and my uncle teased the exposed nipple with his finger.
It sent chills up my spine and I moaned loudly. " Ohhh Uncle! Tease my
nipples! Ohhh god I want you to do it in front of them. It excited me
much more. Tease me tease them!" Uncle wanted this badly too and so he
looked at the couple and pointed at my breasts and teased them. The couple
disengaged from the passionate kiss and was looking at my exposed breast
and the nipple. The man caught hold of the breasts of the girl and pressed
them hard. The girl cried out in pain (?) or excitement but it was a good
cry. The cry made the man push the girl on his lap and he started to push
his hands through the kameez she was wearing. We saw his hands vanish in
the kameez and see the movement. The girl spread her legs and moaned
loudly. It was wonderful sight! As we were doing this, two boys walked
down the path we were sitting and they were really stunned looking at us.
The boy signaled his friend and they walked away fast. They slipped into
the trees and hid themselves and I guess they wanted to watch the fun. My
uncle too watched them hide and winked at me. The couple next to us was
just 8-10 feet away from us and we both were watching each other. Now we
all were very hot and I wanted a hard cock in my hole so I let my hand
wander over the crotch of my uncle and found that he was hard as a rock. I
pressed his cock from over the pant and he spread his legs for me to have
access to it. I unzipped his pants and pushed my hand inside his pants and
caught his cock. Ohhhhh god! It was hard and leaking too. My fingers got
wet from the pre-come his cock had given out. He gasped and urged me to
jack him off. I was scared to take his cock out of his pants I nfront of
all the audience. But uncle told me to take it out and jack him off in
front of the couple and the two boys. With shaking hands I took out the
cock and started runbbing it in my fist. The other couple looked at us and
the man pushed the girls kamiz up and exposed her breasts. The breasts
were bigger than me and looked firm. The two boys who were watching us
from the hiding place came out and approached us. They were now sure that
we wont mind them looking on. They both walked near us and sat down on the
grass near us. Now we could see them watching us. Wow! What a wonderful
situation! The man was now massaging the breasts of the girl openly and
she too was enjoying this very much. I pushed my fist over the thick cock
of my uncle and was jacking him off. Uncle pushed my skirt up and exposed
my drenching choot to the on lookers. The boys were very much excited now
and took out their cocks and were jacking off openly. The couple was
watching them too. The things were very hot now and I pushed my fingers in
my own choot and started to rub my clit. Uncle was massaging my breasts
and enjoying the sensation of my fist on his cock. Then suddenly uncle
moaned loudly and his cum spurted high up in the air and landed on my face.
Ohhhhh I was bathing in cum and that too in a public garden. I wiped the
cum with my fingers and offered my finger to the girl, first time directly
looking at her. The girl got up from the lap of her lover and came to me.
She caught my finger and licked the cum off it. My uncle looked at her and
smiled. I told her our names and asked her for introduction. She told us
that she was Radha and he was her neighbour Ramesh. He was about 40 yr old
and she was just 16, studying in her 12 th std. I think they were in the
same situation as we, uncle and niece. So this was almost same situation.
She said that they too lov3ed being watched. Wow great! My uncle told
them to sit near us and she signaled the man to come near us. They both
sat besides us and we talked a little. Then uncle told them to be
comfortable and enjoy. The pair indulged in petting immediately and we too
started to fondle each other. Uncle's cock was still out of his pants but
had shrunk as he had cum once.

The Ramesh had still not cum so I bent and unzipped his pants and took
out his cock. The two boys were forgotten for a while and I watched them
coming closer to us with their cocks out hanging and dangling as they
walked. Uncle asked them to come closer and they too sat near us. Now
they watched us from closer distance. Radha looked at their hard cocks and
licked her lips her mouth fell open and she crawled to the boys on her
knees. She caught the nearest one and put her mouth on the hard cock. Her
uncle watched her sucking the cock of the stranger and he thrust his own
cock towards me. I caught it and took him in my mouth and started to suck
him off. Uncle was now rubbing my choot frantically and it felt real nice.
The left out boy went behind the girl and fondled her hard breasts over her
kameez. We all were enjoying this. The boy cried out and shot his cum
inside the mouth of Radha who swallowed all of it. The other boy took his
place and Radha had one more hard cock in her mouth. I was now deep
throating Ramesh and he could not control his cumming. He ejaculated deep
in my mouth and I had to swallow his cum. Radha left the cock she was
sucking and she kissed me and took all the cum from my mouth. She licked
my lips and ate all the thick spunk her uncle had given out. The boy
looked frustrated and I had to take him in my mouth and suck him off. He
just lasted for a few minutes and sprayed his hot cum in my mouth. Radha
and me exchanged the cum with me kissing me hard on my mouth. We were all
exhausted and we adjusted our clothes and sat there chatting. Then my
uncle suggested them to accompany us to some nice and quite place for more
fun. They all readily agreed and we all dispersed with a promise to meet
again next day for going to someplace my uncle would decide and have more
fun. The more fun in next episode- Exhibitionism With Uncle And His Son-4

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Tuesday, July 27, 2004

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The Bondage Perils of Supergirl v1.10 Last Updated(10/27/2000)The Bondage Perils
of Supergirl v1.10
Updated (10/27/2000)



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Character
Batgirl
Supergirl
Classification
Bondage
Breast Enlargement
Female/Female Sex
Male/Female Sex
Maniquins
Mind Control
Pregnancy
Robots
Stories with Pictures

Summary: Supergirl is trapped in bondage by the evil Zorelle



Introduction.
Within days of the Kings death and her coronation, the Princess of Steel heard
rumours of Sorceress Zorelle's return from forced exile. The evil witch had been
exiled by Princess Lindas father for dabbling in the forbidden magics; the cruel
woman had used her time away effectively, learning the full extent of her
powers....no one had followed the dark path and survived before. Informants told
the Princess that Zorelle was using her new spells to create an army of mindless
followers who were completely unstoppable. She was marching them towards total
dominance of the land and its people, capturing her enemies one by one and
dealing with them in a terrible fashion.
Only Zorelles wicked mind was capable inflicting such suffering on the kingdom.
-- Dangerous battlefields
A very tired Princess Linda Danvers used her super powers to hover in mid air
and scan the huge enemy battalion many miles below. The hostile force was made
up mostly of forced conscripts, ordinary citizens who had been captured and clad
in the glistening black leather bondage suits that all in Zorelles enchanted
army wore. The magical punishingly buckled and booted costumes took merely a few
breaths to convert a struggling captive into a docile obedient soldier who would
follow the destructive womans mental commands without question. Once controlled
by the suit, they would walk happily into certain death for the evil
spellstress, smiling anonymously beneath their tight hoods and expanded gags,
and even help to force dress more conscripts. Half of the squeaking, suctioned
forms had once been in Lindas own army, but had been turned into prisoners of
war that actually fought for the enemy.
Zorelle had made some of the conscripts into winged rubber scouts, imprisoning
their arms and legs together in a single tube of frictionless black latex so
that all but the round circle of their faces was visible. She attached
dragon-like rubbery wings to their corseted backs and controlled them remotely
so that the stiffly encapsulated scouts flew obediently over what had once been
their own army. These flapping rubber creatures observed much even as swathes of
arrows lodged in their battered dark wings. Zorelle used their vision as her
own.
From her vantage point in the clouds, Linda spied a figure in the Sorceresss
colours of gold and silver standing in front of a very well-appointed tent.
Borne by desperation and hoping to catch Zorelle by surprise, the Woman of Steel
flew down in a split second and appeared beside her enemy. She knew that she
could not allow the witch to try an escape or attack spell, so she enveloped
Zorelles mouth with her own, grasped the spell-weaving hands and then utilised
her super-strength to crush the bones. There was a brilliant flash, and the
strikingly clad woman she was holding seemed to both stretch and collapse into
herself, looking terrified in the process. The woman was a decoy, no doubt
crafted from one of Supergrrls own soldiers. The hapless gold and silver
outfitted figure whom she had imagined to be Zorelle shimmered into a living
harness of glowing green straps....kryptonite! How had Zorelle managed to find
some?
Her first thought was to flee, but the nightmare harness seemed stuck to her
wrists and face already, neatly circling her forearms with wide cuffs and
sliding between her lips to insert a glowing green gag in her mouth that
expanded to fill every crevice. She fought against it feebly with her rapidly
draining strength to no avail. The myriad of remaining straps on the harness
encircled her body like snakes and threaded themselves through the buckles as
Linda sank gasping to her knees. They tightened themselves mercilessly and Linda
was soon neatly packaged, a powerless super-bundle.
A layer of the cuffs peeled away and rolled down over her hands, forming slim
D-ringed mittens, cancelling any hopes she had of using her fingers to undo a
buckle or two. Likewise, her ankle cuffs peeled down over her high-heeled blue
feet forming slippery D-ringed booties of deadly green. Not to be outdone, the
straps began unfolding rapidly, doubling in width and joining each other until
Supergrrl was cocooned seamlessly from the neck down in polished greeny black.
She rolled to the ground in a weakened, dizzy state as her collar folded up to
cover her chin, sliding easily over her mouth, nose and then eyes with a clear
layer which thickened rapidly.
The real Zorelles black boots came into her dwindling field of vision and in
her hallucination-affected mind Linda briefly imagined that she could see the
forlorn blank faces of her recently lost officers staring out at her from the
surface of the shiny black rubber boot leg. Was that the mound of a miniature
coated breast? Was it the curve of a tortuously bent elbow she could see through
the green haze? No, she decided, trying to clear her swimming head....her mind
must be playing tricks. She lapsed into blissful unconsciousness.
--
The victory tent
A captured male officer was marched to stand in front of the Sorceress as she
paced back and forth excitedly in front of her throne, unable to stand still for
long now that Supergrrl was her captive. The six inch metal heels of her glossy
black rubber hip boots made sharp noises as they struck the marble flagstones, a
novel flooring for a tent, but a luxury that she demanded and received at every
new battleground. Against her skin she wore a spectacular metallic gold latex
catsuit that hugged all of her sumptuous body, leaving just her smug face
exposed. The all-in-one seamless garment had slim gloves joining the sleeves and
a glossy attached hood with a ponytail tube in the top from which a waterfall of
dark hair flowed over a firmly anchored golden crown. Connected to the taut
latex at her erect nipples and flowing over her shoulders was a large silver
cloak to complete the ensemble, which was kept polished to a mirror sheen by the
latex dipped maids who hovered silently around her.
It looks very much like you chose the wrong side, young man she laughed,
pointing out the rubber baby costumed form of his former leader and princess
sitting docily in the corner. In stark contrast to the way he remembered his
strong commander a few hours ago, Supergrrl was now strapped in a high chair and
sucking purposefully on a magical pacifier.
The all enclosing latex-kryptonite babysuit she was sheathed in was designed in
attractive transparent green and stretched from wrist to ankle. Her hands and
feet terminated in stiff frilled mittens and booties, a sparkling rubber bib
hanging beneath the frills around her neck as if ready to catch the slightest
dribble. A tight airless hood with a mockery of a baby-face fashioned on it was
stretched up to cover her head, fused to the suit at the neck and crowned with a
ludicrous little sun bonnet. It appeared she could not stop sucking the
pacifier, which was unfortunate because it was connected to the large tank of
brilliant green fluid strapped to the back of her high chair. Water, laced with
Kryptonite!
The young man gave a stricken cry, and even managed to take a struggling step
towards his princess despite the powerful spell holding him in place.
Dont bother.....there is nothing you can do to help her. Laughed Zorelle, toying
with a small rubber purse on the table beside her as she settled her golden form
comfortably in the throne.
She should think herself lucky - I WAS going to make a superheroine pussy purse
out of her once she was rubberised. I would have enjoyed watching her pussy zip
shut and her body collapse - quite distressingly! - into that lovely little
pouch shape, but I believe it will be much more fun to string out her
punishment.
She zipped open and fingered the tiny latex purse that she had used to
illustrate her point, watching the bright, defenceless clitoris spring to life
even though its owner had long since been turned into rubber lining. It was not
strictly a living creature anymore but deep inside a voice still existed,
struggling to find reasons to dislike its reduction to a slippery fashion
accessory, a helpless labial body that could be confined easily by a simple
zipper and ring-pull keychain. Zorelle waved the pussy purse at the shaking man
so he could watch the tiny vulnerable item orgasm around her finger, contracting
with almost self destructive pleasure at her touch.
You would look very nice as one of these, she chuckled.
A look of horror crossed his face as a zip sealed vagina appeared where his sex
had been moments before. But no, not today. I promised myself Id only make
clothing trophies for a while - I have a boxful of these darned purses already
and considering theyll never wear out, I can only give so many away. You get to
join your friends so I hope you enjoy company.. You will become a pretty little
doll that I can blend into my collection!.
Zorelle waved her hand flippantly and in a process her staff had seen many
times, the officer transformed painfully into an abundantly endowed nude female
form. Uselessly straining for control of her limbs, the very feminine buxom
trophy marched like a stiff marionette to a bench near the side of the tentroom
and lay back on the shiny red vinyl surface. A mist formed around the officers
body as she arched in pain. A short cry escaped her lips, followed by a liquid
hiss, then total silence. The air cleared to reveal her unaccustomed feminine
curves coated completely in glossy black rubber. The sightless effigy wriggled
in an effort to escape her new costume now that a spell wasnt controlling her
movements but it was pointless. Not only did her rigidly boned vlatex layer
(Zorelles magic blend of vinyl and latex) keep her stretched out flat on the
bench, but she could not bend her legs enough to even push herself off it with
the towering heels that had been permanently bonded to her booted feet.
Zorelle placed her hands on the black clad form and concentrated a little,
casting a spell that caused it to shrink into a tiny quivering doll in her fist.
She bent down and pressed the hand-sized doll against the polished yet strangely
lumpy smoothness of her right boot and the toy sank beneath the surface like it
was being swallowed in a bog. Its arms and feet sank first, followed by hips and
shoulders until soon just one knee of the doll and its face to the cheeks
protruded from the raven-black layer along with the tip of a breast. Zorelle
stopped pushing. Her latest boot addition stared somewhat beseechingly at the
world, its expressionless vlatex face framed by the glistening sea of rubber
that was to be its prison for all eternity.
As if disturbed by the arrival of a new resident, the most recent of the other
trapped forms in the dark Queens boots rippled slightly as they sought escape
from the magical coating that would hold them forever. The bulk of the residents
merely lay still, for they had long ago worked out the futility of struggling.
Indeed, for their effort, some had found themselves totally beneath the surface
because the enchantment worked in one direction only. The evil woman always
enjoyed watching their tiny encapsulated bodies struggle as she pushed them into
their new rubbery dimension as part of her footwear.
Hmmmm....Zorelle thought to herself. When the enemy army surrendered soon, she
would have enough unwilling victims to make a matching catsuit or two. It would
be nice to arrange some of the overbreasted figures as shoulder pads. She mused
over making a half dozen different catsuit styles for a moment as she absently
brushed her fingers around two slight cherry bumps protruding from the boot at
her left thigh. She had long since forgotten who they belonged to, but they were
the only remaining signs of a captured colonel. It was no longer possible to
identify him much less rescue him - she had endowed him with massive basketball
tits before turning him into the doll and embedding him until only his turgid
nipples remained.
His two female aides had been made into chesty little rubber Barbie dolls and
set face-to-crotch inside a dildo shaped sheath that was currently a feature of
the pussy-stimulation unit wriggling away tirelessly between Supergrrls babified
legs. A wide slit in the Princesss green suit at the crotch allowed easy access
to her sex, and the transparently sheathed dildo dolls inside had no choice but
to remain in their dark, soft vaginal prison, gripped firmly by impenetrable
walls of pussy flesh. Thanks to the transparency of their cute dildo shaped
suit, the Barbies had observed their own insertion into the giant pussy, and
could only dwell on their misfortune as their magic-induced licking and writhing
continued. The dildo doll nestled closest to the outside world often had enough
light to see Supergrrls heavily lubricated pussy flesh as it slid repeatedly up
and down over its face, sometimes even gliding far enough to catch a glimpse of
the outside world mountainous labial lips and a massive clitoris. The deeply
rooted doll was less lucky. Although her view was arguably less interesting,
Zorelle had made her widely stretched eyes super sensitive to make sure she did
not miss an inch of the Princesss inner sanctum.
Linda squirmed weakly against the snugly buckled straps holding her in her
highchair. Her Barbie-doll vibrator was awash with her own lubricant and the
translucent rubber costume gripped every inch of her skin, causing undeniably
erotic sensations. The spell she was under kept her sucking noisily on the
pacifier and she was unable to stem the strength-sapping flow at all. She tried
squeezing her teeth and lips together but it was no good - the spurting nipple
of the oversized dummy between her teeth had expanded inside her mouth. It could
not be removed even if she was somehow able to stop her compulsive suckling.
She knew that her forced infantization was a deliberate reduction of her status
for the benefit of her rebellious people but there was no way she could avoid
being kept as a mere toy when confronted by magic as powerful as Zorelles.
Through the velvety, transparent latex mask she watched as the shape of another
of her officers appeared and was swiftly coated and made into clothing. Was this
their reward for being loyal to her? Somehow she would save them and exact her
revenge, but it depended on her survival and the Kryptonite coursing through her
veins befuddled her mind and ensured she could think of no plan at all.
An out-of-focus Zorelle loomed in her green tinged vision to gloat over her
prize catch. She adjusted Lindas stimulation unit so it sat deeper in her pussy,
cupped the glossy breasts and aroused her nipples until the princess came again
with a slurp. See snugglepot - trying to hold back makes no difference. Come on,
say goo goo ga ga for Mummy. Its time to get you ready for the big parade. She
unbuckled Linda from the chair and watched the weakling girl slide like liquid
to the floor. The feeding tube was still joined to Supergrrls mouth and it
stretched taut, preventing her bonneted rubber head from squeaking against a
recently created marble flagstone. The Sorceress unplugged the hose from the
large tank and joined it to a smaller, softer, more portable latex bag full of
the same liquid. The flaccid bag had an attached child restrainer-like harness
which enabled it to be strapped to the poor girls back, forcing her to keep
drinking.
I have a very special diaper for you to model today. said Zorelle as she
produced a strange voluminous latex diaper and proceeded to glide its frilled
mass up the captives gleamingly sheathed legs.
It used to be one of your officers too - Ill bet he never thought he would be
this close to your pussy!.
The feminine diaper consisted of many puffed and stretched layers of glossy
polished blue latex, crafted in the same iridescent colour her Supergrrl costume
had been. It had her large S super logo stretched across the generous padded
bottom. The cool rubber slid into place, covering her sex and enveloping her
from thighs to hip in a strange tingling embrace. The tightening of an attached
smooth latex buckle belt at the waist and two more around her upper thighs
ensured that no leakages could occur through the sealed ensemble.
Zorelle attached a leash to Supergrrls posture collar and dragged her along an
expensively carpeted part of the tent floor, forcing her to crawl along behind
on all fours because she lacked the energy to stand. As they left the tent,
Linda felt the tingle of the magic diaper again. She experienced a sudden stab
of pressure on her bladder and her green-shrouded face reddened with shame as
her muscles involuntarily released control. The warm fluid flowed from her groin
for over a minute, and filled her squeaking diaper to bursting point. A faint
sloshing sound could be heard as the babified rubber princess crawled behind her
captor. Supergrrl was baby- marched through the appreciative ranks of the
Sorceresss evil army for many hours before finally being led into the conquered
royal city through the huge, shattered bronze gates.
Striding through the stone archway, with her metal heels striking sparks on the
cobblestones, the evil queen led the procession into the heart of the city,
dragging her unwilling infantized display piece behind her with its bulging
Supergrrl logo gleaming across tautly stretched buttocks. All pockets of
defenders had been flushed out or overrun days ago, and the remaining loyal
citizens sobbed in fear when they recognised the super symbol and the identity
of the adult rubber baby being paraded past their homes and up the streets to
the castle. Supergrrls public humiliation had begun and the morale of her people
was broken.
--
A lithe figure ran from one pool of shadow to another in the corridor. Her star
spangled uniform identified her as the Amazon super hero, Wonda Woman. Wondie
knew that by finding Zorelle she would also find her friend Supergrrl and
perhaps rescue her. To her surprise, after subduing just two rubber soldiers who
had been coated in vlatex to the point of uselessness outside a room, she
stumbled upon Supergrrl. But she was not dressed as Diana expected. A large
adult-sized playpen with gold rubber coated bars held the enthusiastically
slurping baby that had been her friend.
Dressed in her frilled rubber diaper and enveloped over that from the neck down
in a shimmering transparent green babys romper that included feet and hands, the
rubber baby still suckled on her tank of kryptonite water, lacking the strength
even to climb over the low golden barrier that fenced her in. Linda looked up
through the green haze of her mask at the sign of movement and could just make
out the distinctive costume on the figure approaching. It was her friend Wonda
Woman, come to rescue her. The Amazon beauty was more than a little turned on by
the fetish scene before her but hid her disappointment that she would have to
release her friend instead of enjoying a little fun first.
The games she imagined and discarded would take long but time was short. She
stepped over the low fence and did not notice the universe shift around her as
she passed through the magic trap that extended from the top of the barrier to
the ceiling. She did however immediately notice her vision tinge to green and
looked down over her body to find that she was now dressed identically to Linda.
She had become a rubber infant too. A feeding tube snaked away from her mouth
and try as she might, she could not dislodge it. The second baby in the pen
struggled briefly as the first of powerful drugs pumped down her feeder into her
mouth, but her limbs soon became heavy as she lay contentedly still with her
friend, slurping in a pitiful, eager fashion.
--
The next day, Zorelle eyed the matchingly dressed women, beautiful latex babes
that differed only in hair colour. She pulled the new dark haired one to its
feet and out of the playpen, unlocking and disconnecting its feeder tube from
the constantly suckling mouth flange.
So nice of you to join us Wonda Woman! I knew you would be along to play with
your friend sooner or later but I never realised you wanted to live your life in
the crib. You cant in fact - I have other plans for you. First of all you will
become one hundred percent submissive, starting with your career as Supergrrls
nursemaid. Ultimately the original Wonda Woman as you know yourself will cease
to exist, but for now I have a rather special place for you in the throne room.
Maids! Bring her along!
Zorelle pointed at an adult-sized circular childs training walker that was
waiting to be used beside the crib. The large, rubber coated plastic toy had
four castors underneath to allow a frictionless glide and looked moderately
normal from the outside, albeit oversized. Wondies gleaming legs were lowered
through the internal harness of the donut-shaped unit and straps pulled tight
beyond her reach to lock her in place. Looking down at the front of her
humiliating vehicle near her hips, Diana noticed a rigid plasticised face of a
woman staring unseeing up at her. She wondered who the artwork was modelled on
and followed the curve of the toy around with her green-hazed eyes and found a
hardened breast on the left and right - they were the comforting bumps on which
she had been resting her slippery hands. Wonda Woman reached behind and sure
enough, she could feel the embossed folds of a stiffened plastic pussy. She was
sitting in the middle of a horrifically modified victim! At first she refused to
walk but a threat from Zorelle to totally babify her mind there and then and be
done with her immediately changed Dianas attitude. On latex padded feet she
rolled herself along, following the striding Sorceress through the secret direct
passage to the throne room.
--
Maids lifted a round boiler cap that was hinged to the flagstones of the throne
room to reveal a body-sized tube sunken deep into the floor. Wonda Womans feet
were fed into the opening and she found it deep enough to be able to stand and
still see the proceedings in the room. An air compressor hose was attached to a
concealed valve in the front of her new green playsuit and activated. The flow
of air separated married sheets of latex all over her suit and began to fill the
cavities within, expanding her form to occupy every inch of space in the hole.
She was soon held prisoner by the layers of compressed air and rubber in her
costume, trapped with just her head and neck exposed at floor level.
The hood and the collar of her inflated latex babysuit were removed and
replaced with a circular latex seal emblazoned with her bright stars and stripes
logo where all could see. The seal fit cosily against the base of her bare
throat and was zipped to the circular edge of her prison to close her in
completely. Under the Sorceresss watchful eye, a conjured male demon went to
work on Wonda Womans permanent enslavement. With blinding speed Wondies lasso
was fashioned into a tightly woven golden collar with no end, fused into a tight
unbreakable loop around her neck by the very masculine creature a maleness that,
by Amazon rule, nullified all of her heroic strength and resistance. When it was
done, the demon bowed goodbye and vanished moments before a television crew
arrived.
Cameras were wheeled in to focus on the plight of the super maiden. Just before
the lid was closed to envelop her in darkness, Wonda saw the stencils on the
cameras. The masses of equipment were for the hit TV segment Real Rubber TV.
--
The anonymous voiceover boomed. Live from Her Majestys throne room, today only,
a special mystery guest who cannot lie - over to you, Fetishgirl!.
Fetishgirl gave her black rubber corset dress a final spray of polish, tugging
uselessly at the unfamiliar black strands of the ponytail tube atop her head.
She picked up the long cock- spaed latex microphone and turned to face the
camera. This was her last chance - her last opportunity to get back into the
media and save her name as a respected reporter. After losing her conservative
position as a pretty newsreader she had been forced to take a career move she
despised, introducing porn for the lucrative but low-brow sex show Real Rubber
TV.
Fetishgirl looked down at the lid on the floor. She knew who was beneath it.
Earlier that day, when she heard about the new high profile captive, she
immediately lobbied Her Majesty. She begged and pleaded to the point of
annoyance with Zorelle to get the interview, knowing that it would give her that
elusive contact with the big stations, perhaps returning her to a better job.
Zorelle had baited her about it, asking what she would do for fame, and she had
half known where it would lead. An offchance comment about needing a knockout
outfit had brought on an idle flip of Zorelle's languid hand. There seemed no
change. But when she got home that night her skin had started transforming into
canary yellow latex: by the time the interview came near, just about every
visible inch of Fetishgirl had been replaced with bright yellow gloss, her
luscious black hair clumped at the crown of her head and squeezed up a three
inch yellow latex tube. As she was being chauffered to the palace to tape the
segment, the yellow crept over her cheeks and lips, down her hands, closing over
her navel to leave a smooth, scarless stomach. Now, with the overloaded black
corset and teetering transparent lucite plastic ballet boots sheathing her legs
to the hips, she made as big an entrance as she could manage. She couldnt afford
to mess it up now.
With one eye on the nearby, watching Zorelle, she pouted her saffron-coloured
lips at the lens and gave her trademark kiss and smile as she lifted the chain
on the lid to reveal the disemodied head of a prisoner within, a brunette, her
throat circled attractively by an inflated rubber membrane that held her rigidly
in position.
"I think most people ought to know already, given that design we can see
on....what is that?....some kind of latex seal? For the viewers out there,
Gorgeous, tell us who you are." she purred, half at the camera, half at the
struggling captive.
The snared Amazon shut her lips tightly and resolved to say nothing but they
sprang open of their own accord and she heard herself speaking clearly into the
proffered microphone dildo.
"I am Wonda Woman". Her golden lasso-collar was making her tell the truth!
Fetishgirl smiled with a squeak of her pneumatic, canary yellow rubber lips and
breathed closer to Wondie's face as the cameras zoomed in for a closeup.
"Bearing in mind that you are on national television, tell me your darkest
sexual fantasy"
The beautiful prisoner groaned at the loaded question, for she knew she could do
nothing but be honest.
"I have always liked being bound and helpless during sex games with my
lovers....I was secretly hoping to be captured on this mission so that I would
have no choice other than to become Zorelle's rubber sex-pet as I have heard
happens to others. I feel that I need it." Wonda Womans face turned beet red as
she heard the words tumble from her mouth to the world.
Fetishgirl squeaked with delight, thrusting her buttocks back at the camera crew
as she leaned up close to the famous face. The interview continued as Fetishgirl
probed deeper and deeper into Wonda Woman's secret desires. The inflated captive
talked about everything: dildo suits, tight bondage, helpless transformation and
forced sex with other creatures as her hidden self was bared to the world. She
spoke out loud that she wanted to ask what would take to get glossy artificial
skin like the voluptuous presenter. Fetishgirl simpered, waving the cock-mike
before Wondie's lips.
"Interested, are we honey?" She ran her hands through Wondie's trademark lush
black locks, then on a nod from Zorelle gripped with yellow latex hands and
tugged. The mild spell took hold and the Amazons hair was pulled away from her
head, revealing a completely bald shiny rubber scalp beneath, very tight. The
Amazons head was sealed over with shiny skintone vlatex. Instead of falling
apart, the hair stayed in perfect shape because a latex cap had formed instantly
beneath the follicles to create a perfect, still living wig.
Wondie moaned in shock as FetishGirl detached her own yellow rubber gripped
genie tail and modelled the new wig for the camera. Little did the Amazon
realise - she was now in the hands of a monster Sorceress, who would soon remove
all traces of her former personality starting with her body by replacing her
lovely tanned skin with something awful like the gleaming yellowed starlet in
front of her. The interview abruptly finished when the sleek presenter unlaced
her tight black vlatex corset dress thing, crouched low and mashed her
glistening new yellow latex pussy into the mouth of her interviewee. Noisy
slurping could be heard by the millions of viewers as the folds of soft rubber
that was her pussy were eaten out thoroughly.
Fetishgirl looked hungrily around, up at her crew, then over at the forbidding
figure of Zorelle. Her own ecstasy increased, licking hungrily and then sucking
on the latex microphone, her moans and slurps echoing amplified around the room.
One hand held Wondies' sticky latex covered skull tight against her sex, the
other grasped the bell-bottomed end of the dildo mike. God, she thought, am I
really doing this? Out of the corner of her eye she could see Zorelle standing
up, and for some reason this redoubled her arousal. The mike slipped into her
throat, just as Wondies' helpless tongue flicked across Fetishgirls brand new,
super stretchy yellow latex anus, untouched by human tongue.
Climax was very near. She could feel her leg muscles cramping. She could sense
Zorelle standing right behind her but did not care anymore. She was on the
threshold of the biggest orgasm of her life and as she came to the crest of the
wave she threw her head back screamed around the microphone at the viewers. Her
pupils dilated but her eyes opened wide as she looked up to see Zorelles booted
foot descending at her face, looming large in her vision. The dildo mike was
pushed all the way down her throat, silencing her moans instantly with a sudden
'ulp' and a single whoosh of breath forced out through her nostrils. Quivering,
shaking, she fell away from Wondies' mouth and splayed out helpless on the foor
to finish her come without her precious air. Her oversexed body would allow her
to do nothing else but finish what she started. It must have only been a few
seconds, but it was all on camera; she came around to focus on a closeup view of
Zorelle's boot.
Quickly, oblivious to the fact that she was not breathing anymore, FetishGirl
staggered to her feet, trying to produce some kind of passable 'parade rest' in
front of the sorceress. She started to speak, completely forgetting the heavy
latex cock in her mouth. Zorelle held up a long-nailed finger.
"Hush, my sweet canary girl" said the queen. "That's a nice outfit you are
there."
"Excuse me ma'am," said the TV director, "Don't you mean 'That's a nice outfit
you have there?'"
Zorelle looked over her shoulder at him, her every move watched by the nervous
FetishGirl. While the queen was looking at the camera and smiling lop-sidedly
over her shoulder, her hand was tracing up FetishGirl's arm, up her neck, to the
protruding end of the cock-mike.
"I know exactly what I mean, thankyou" said Zorelle, and pulled out the small
plug in the end of the microphone.
Fetishgirl looked down in shock as a high-pitched hiss issued from the revealed
hole. She felt dizzy - the room was spinning- no, she was spinning. Falling to
the floor as the air left her transfomed body, folds of yellow latex curlng up
on one another, slipping out of the black corset-dress, helpless hands
flattening out as Zorelle's final deal with the TV station recorded her fate as
just another costume - albeit an exceptionally detailed one - for the Queen's
wardrobe.
After that finale Wonda Woman's lid was lowered back into place and she was once
again deprived of sight and sound as darkness enveloped her. Outside, the TV
station played an ad break about some new life-sized sex dolls on the market and
a replacement Fetishgirl was being congratulated on her interview and prepared
for her next show, a tour of a milking factory.
A neat yellow costume was slid onto a hanger in Zorelles wardrobe.
--
Soon the less restrictingly bound staff of the castle discovered she was trapped
in the floor. Diana quickly became the castle pussy-eater. Fully controlled by
the pleasuring spell Zorelle had put on her lips, Wonda Woman was given no food
other than pussy juice and the occasional indulgent spurt of high-protein semen
from a lucky envoy.
Even a lowly rubbermaid made use of her invitingly presented food entrance. The
glossy servant could not bend her ballet booted legs and took some effort to get
into a spread out, somewhat rigid seated position on the floor. Using her hands
on the back of Wondies head, the maid guided the Amazons hungry mouth so that
she would feed ravenously on the glisteningly presented rubber sex. The maids
pussy already dribbled with what was to be the ensconced heroines liquid lunch,
and the rubbermaid sat for an hour with her straight legs splayed wide and
Dianas face buried deep in her crotch. Wonda Woman could not help but get an
intimate, closeup view of the smothering vlatex folds as her entire face was
brought into play, the maid rubbing with such strength against her from chin to
forehead and back again that the engorged shiny pussy lips stayed parted, one
sliding over the left side of Lindas face and the other over the right.
On her fifth day, just as she was getting used to the taste of her feeding
sessions, her imprisoning apparel was deflated and she was released by two
strangely dressed nurses who were catsuited to the eyelids in white and baby
blue vinyl. They were from the Asylum, a state-run mental facility now under the
control of Zorelle. It was the first time Wonda Woman had seen the recently
adopted travel uniform of the Asylum nurses and she marvelled at the lack of
seams and impossible constriction of the heavy duty garments. The nurses
strapped Diana tightly to a medical stretcher using an intricate network of
interlaced leather straps and re-inflated her to ensure complete unity with the
trolley. In this form she was transported without even the hint of a struggle to
the secretive complex.
Wonda Womans time in the Asylum was awful. First her breasts were naturally
enlarged to grand proportions, then artificially augmented by the insertion of
huge kryptonite- silicone implants. Her eyes turned a bright glowing green
almost immediately as the foreign substance permeated her body. Her fingernails
and toenails turned the same artificial hue but the rest of her body showed no
visible signs of the contaminant that would run through her veins forever.
Trapped in the stasis field of the auto-do cubicle, her skin molecules turned
completely to impermeable rubber. Her skin was replaced with a new permanent
uniform, a head-to-toe stars and stripes catsuit made from very tightly polished
latex. She would shower in it, sleep in it, wear ever more restrictive clothes
over it - it would be with her for the rest of her life.
Huge cow-udder teats as long as her hand protruded obscenely from her glistening
bosom, and thanks to a tiny slow release hormone capsule injected invisibly into
her neck, she was already dribbling a light green milk from each teat. Her
fingers were blended seamlessly together to form single paddle hands and her
feet were stiffened into painfully arched ballet boots that she would have to
wear to bed for there was no way to take her own feet off! True to Zorelles
orders, parts of her brain were adjusted and remodelled to prepare her for her
new life. The real Wonda Woman was locked away in a section of her mind where
she could only feel and observe while the rest of her was made as obedient as a
lapdog.
--
Gongs announced the arrival of the new slave for the Queens audience. Zorelle
gazed lovingly over her very own rubberised Amazon. The wide-eyed, surprised
looking creature squeaked as she approached because her muscly, latex resurfaced
curves were additionally squeezed into a billowing vlatex ballroom dress, an
impractical garment the warrior would have refused to wear in the past. The
heavy gown had been designed in an old world style except for two small circular
buckled openings at the bosom. Through these openings squeezed Wondies new
matronly milkers, impressive in their girth. Zorelle wanted the slaves freakish
modifications presented to the watching kingdom at all times, even if it meant
constant discomfort for the redesigned superheroine. The shiny dress too had
Dianas familiar stars and stripes design all over it to ensure that everyone
knew who the gorgeous wearer was. Zorelle cupped a hefty breast in each hand and
rubbed until the nipples extended to their full length.
Welcome to my nursery Wondertits! There, give Mistress a smile - you should be
very happy here now that you are my pet! You are the nursemaid from my wettest
of wet dreams. You exist only to control Superbaby now - your special milk is
going to be her downfall
Wonda Woman inside recoiled in horror, realising she would be instrumental in
the destruction of her best friend. Outwardly Wondertits however showed no
negative emotions of any kind - her new body flushed with helpless pleasure at
the thought of her nipples being suckled. Her time at the Asylum had been a
success. She would not only willingly feed baby Linda, but she would design ever
more humiliating costumes for her weakening charge as she forced the captive
heroine towards total helplessness.
The folds of her gown rustled softly as Wondertits climbed the low fence of the
playpen as she had done in a different form just a short time ago. She
disconnected the feeding tube from the mouth-flange of the foetal adult baby and
replaced it with the left udder from her magnificent star- spangled bosom.
Superbaby resignedly accepted the nipple and fed on it with spell induced gusto,
her strong suction stretching the coated flesh to twice its extraordinary
length. Soon the attenuated udder had slipped through her tonsils to nestle deep
down her throat, spraying the doubly potent strength-sapping milk almost
directly into her stomach.
In her mind, the real Wonda Woman watched and tore impotently at her unbreakable
mental bondage. She was a new creature now - Lindas giant kryptonite wet-nurse -
and could never have a will of her own again. While her slurping charge was
feeding, Wondertits gazed down over her degrading body. Beneath the matchingly
designed and polished dress she wore, Tits knew she still had her rubber stars
and stripes uniform-skin. She knew it would always sparkle with the same pretty,
shiny finish that her protruding breasts had if it were exposed to the unnatural
light of the castle. It was almost as if she was coated by a thin sheen of
sweat, but she understood she would never feel the luxury of perspiration again.
She ran a useless hand around a bizarre latex teat on her glistening bosom to
see yet again if it was real. She loved her remodelled titties. She hoped that
Zorelle would someday make her udders long enough to tie together in a bow,
albeit a slightly painful one.
She cuddled her arms around Lindas frilled head and looked down into terrified
eyes.
Look at the wonderful changes they made to me in the Asylum, Superbabe - these
huge rubber tits of mine are designed especially for feeding you! I am now
Zorelles very own sex-pet and she says that you are going to be mine for a long
time.....delicious! They fixed my mind to force me to like it, and I do! Now I
am a complete submissive although I can be a domina where required, especially
for you. If youre looking for the old Diana, shes still in here somewhere but
she will never get out. Right now I have her wearing a stainless steel block
from the neck down, but even if she somehow - impossibly - got free it would
take a million years for her to reverse the programming done to me
-- Stadium babification
Of course the public had a ringside seat as the former Amazon gave Superbabe a
disciplinary spanking, strapped down over Wondies lap on a chair, wearing adult
sized frilled baby spanking pants that left the bottom covered by just a condom-
thin yet impervious layer of latex. Linda actually cried when she saw the tiers
of free public seating in the stadium - a latex bonnet, zipped closed down the
front and inflated had kept her surroundings hidden for the preparation of the
show - a show she would repeat all day every day for two weeks. The public loved
the spectacle, or at least pretended to like it so that the secret police didnt
get them. With each thwack of her nursemaids gloved hand, Superbaby wriggled her
ruffled, vlatex-dipped feet as if she was trying impossibly to slip the tight
socks from her body. Her frilled tootsies were as much in bondage as the rest of
her.
Often, while wearing a transparent full body diaper, a costume with frills in
every conceivable place, Supergrrl would be magically induced (on close-up
camera) to simultaneously suck her thumb and soil herself. Her ever-attendant
nurse would strap her to a puffed pink rubber table, clean the helpless heroines
bottom and give her a humiliating glossy bright blue diaper change. Copious
kryptonite milk breast feeding was the climax of the show as Linda sat buckled
in a papoose bag and high chair affair. Her pitifully brainwashed nurse was
using a breastfeeding regime designed to enslave and Superbabe could feel
herself succumbing ever so slowly to the physical and mental pressure of being
reduced to an adult baby in front of the public who had once adored her.
--
Months later....in the throne room of the royal castle a shackled heroine
dressed once again in her Supergrrl costume stands before a haughty sorceress
queen:
At Zorelles magical coercion, the distressed heroine jerked like a puppet
involuntarily forward with a jingle of her chains. Thankfully Princess Linda no
longer wore her strength-sapping green babysuit; in another room an unidentified
rubber woman was being forced to keep that discarded outfit warm in a high chair
bolted to the bottom of a large aquarium full of gradually hardening and
pressurised clear latex.
Linda had been fed enough green water to render her harmless for an extended
period, allowing her to be safely handled.
Supergrrls domineering mistress Wondertits had been relieved of her duties as
wet nurse and was using her impervious skin to advantage as she crawled
enthusiastically around with bright yellow Fetishgirl in a glass-walled playpen
of thick semen for yet another segment of real rubber TV. Her again- extended
nipples were bound together in a cute little bow just as she had begged them to
be. Linda on the other hand had been cleaned up and her old-style yet new lycra
Supergrrl costume gleamed uncharacteristically in the torchlight, for it was not
lycra at all - it had been changed into a parody of shiny red and blue vlatex.
Dozens of bright silver buckles notched to their tightest settings were
strategically placed in the garment, down the small of her back, at her wrists,
between her thighs and at her neck. Her curves were accentuated by the long
sleeved cheerleaders dress, nipping her natural hourglass waist into almost
nothing. In new subtle ways the Sorceress was emphasising how much power she had
over the woman of steel.
Linda had spent the last few weeks wearing a full body version of her latex
diaper which sealed at the throat, wrists and ankles. The gallons of Kryptonite
spiked water they had been making her drink had soon filled it to bursting point
as she lay in hospital restraints in her special adult crib in a huge glass
display case in her old room at the castle. When the green mineral had invaded
every cell of the Princesss body and sapped her strength to a level where she
could be handled safely for a known period, it was possible to release her
restraints and put her on public display in her crib. Tens of thousands of her
previously loyal subjects filed silently through the castle for a look at the
fate of their Princess. There Supergrrl lay, in her frilly, humiliatingly full
baby costume, sucking her thumbs at all times when her mouth wasnt stuffed with
her nurses squeaky teat, surrounded by little pink rubber dolls and inflated
rubber toys that had been specially crafted from soldiers of her defeated army.
There in the throne room, with no energy reserves at all and standing weakly in
front of her captor, she could do nothing but be a fetish marionette. Zorelle
clawed the air in front of her and Supergrrl's barely-worn vlatex super costume
was torn from her by invisible hands. Outfits could be created or destroyed in
the blink of an eye; the new queen demonstrated this often unless she wanted to
observe her victim being reduced to helplessness slowly.
The evil woman murmured a single word and the nude princess was instantly
clothed again, this time as a military issue concubine. The full-length catsuit
was made of black patent leather, doubly stitched for strength, joined to a
tight chrome collar at the neck, and to closely fitting metal manacles at both
her wrists and ankles. The skin-tight outfit had oval holes for her attractive
breasts, which had always defied the light gravity in a remarkable way, and a
thin slot between her legs which opened to a mass of blonde pubic hair when she
parted her legs. The suit glowed with minute quantities of kryptonite powder for
added safety, enough to render the girl powerless against bonds that she would
ordinarily laugh at, and the boning from the corset-like waist of the catsuit
were made from a cage of Kryptonite fibres embedded between the layers of
leather.
The evil queen was emphasising her control. The suit did not have any zips or
lacings, and appeared to have been sprayed on....so even if she had a little
energy to spare from the task of breathing, Supergrrl could not entertain the
thought of struggling free of the humiliating costume - she would require
cutting tools and help. She fell to her hands and knees and a jewelled posture
collar was slotted around her throat along with a leash. Zorelle slid her
fingers over the taut costume of her deliciously helpless new pet.
Maids! I want our captive to spend the night wrapped in a krypton-plaster cast -
over the top of her new finery, of course! Oh! - make sure you leave her breasts
free of the plaster - I will be along later to connect her up to the milking
machine.
She ruffled the hair of her captive heroine and snibbed the end of Lindas leash
to the single D-ring at the back of a waiting transport maid. The maid wore the
standard stiff vlatex maids costume, but her black rubber coated arms had been
fused together behind her in a permanent arm binder. The snugly moulded addition
mated her two limbs neatly into one, flowing in a smooth unbroken line from the
shoulders to where her fingertips had been, terminating in a large ring designed
for carting various trolleys and suitably helpless prisoners throughout the
castle. Transport maids never regained the use of their arms and were deemed
fortunate to retain them at all.
I have sooo many experiments for you to try my dangerous little pet - Im sure I
can relieve you permanently of that super strength soon....I will find out how
to transfer it to my body!.
--
The transport maid dragged her weakly resisting charge away and the other maids
followed to begin wrapping Supergrrl in her full body cast for the night.
Zorelle knew her staff would have had the newly installed castle milking machine
ready warming - a luckless individual had been installed in it every night since
its arrival. The recently created machines were hardly different than those used
for cows, but were designed to be quite a pleasurable experience - once the
hormone-induced milk started flowing, of course. The slurping cups could be
excruciatingly painful until the first droplets of product appeared.
Zorelle had quite a taste for human milk and had wasted no time in starting a
large dairy factory where row after row of rubber cocooned milk maids hung in
tiny hay lined stalls, quietly feeding the populace with their massively
enhanced mammary glands. They never made contact with the hay in their stalls.
The black and white cow-patterned podlike costumes stretched the fully enclosed
maids taut by the hands and feet and angled their dappled bodies a foot above
the ground to an optimal forty-seven degrees for milking. A polished brown
leather collar with a large attached cow bell provided an attractive contrast
against the crash-test dummy colours of the amorphous hood that joined the
costume.
Once squeezed into a tiny milk maid skin and incarcerated in the factory there
was little chance of release, for Zorelle had decreed that the dairy be a one
way trip. Unless there were other plans for them, the milk maids passed through
an induction programme which removed their capacity to concentrate on anything
but muscle control for milk production.
Men did not escape their duties either, for it took just one extra day for the
hormones to turn a man into a large breasted, fully functional milk producer.
Zorelle soon discovered that the hapless males produced stronger milk than the
females, so not only were their fat breasts milked, but she had the mostly
feminised creatures milked between the legs as well to add to the feed of the
cows and pass on some of their potency.
The brain re-arrangement of the producers did not seem to stop the milkmaids
that were predisposed to misbehaviour. The worst would wait patiently until they
heard the muffled voices of the attendants nearby and kick wildly the moment
they felt any of their connecting tubes being handled, sometimes even dislodging
the milking cups from their constantly spurting nipples.
These recalcitrant milkers were given no chances. Disconnected from the hooks
stretching their pods, they would be unceremoniously fed into a chute to the
loosely named Battery Section of the factory. There they were given a dose of
potion that retracted their arms and legs into their bodies while moving all of
the extra body mass to their already enormous tits. An appropriately smaller
latex sheath became the new attire of the compact milkers, leaving no evidence
of limbs that had once existed. They were lifted easily by machinery and hooked
to their straining bars. The cows were strained so close together in the battery
section that each rubbed her armless latex shoulders against her neighbour.
Their distorted, efficient torsos shuddered from the strong vibrations of the
continuous milking process, causing their super-stretched rubber coatings to
squeak disagreeably. The Battery Milking section was always quite noisy and not
a favourite of the dairy staff, even though its occupants were zero maintenance
- completely controlled and enhanced by automatic machines from the moment they
arrived in the chute.
Some of the battery milkers were assigned calves. The calves were freshly
recruited women who were slightly underweight and therefore not immediately
suitable for milking. The slim ladies were clad in the same tight shiny
cowsuits, but these simple black and white mottled catsuits also had useless
silver metal hooves at the wrists and ankles to emphasize what they were going
to become. Soon they would be animals, both physically and mentally. The
striking feminine bovines fought the irresistible compulsion to suckle the
presented teats of their food producers but such efforts did not last long. Soon
all of them were enthusiastically feeding on the heady mix of human breast milk
and narcotic growth hormones that would turn them into real doe-eyed milkmaids.
Spells doubled the strength of their mouth suction by copying the efficient lip
and throat action of a real calf.
The wine cellar
Humming happily to herself, Zorelle headed down to her wine cellar to choose
something fruity to go with the evenings meal. As expected of an evil
dictatress, her cellar was huge, with hundreds of barrels of surprising,
exquisite liquor stretching away into the cool darkness. The quantity was not
the surprising part. Each barrel contained the armless and legless torso of a
rubberised woman, stasis-spelled and pressurised into complete immobility. The
entombed females were nursing the precious fluid surrounding their warm vlatex
bodies to maturity - a process which could take hundreds of years.
The only visible remaining part of these silent helpers was a rigid, glossy
rubber face protruding from the sealed rubber end of each barrel, heads bent
achingly back so they looked straight ahead as the barrels lay naturally on
their curved front. The barrel girls expressions were fixed for eternity, their
eyes mostly bonded in widely fixed stares - the whites of their eyes contrasting
dramatically against their glossy black vlatex faces. Row after row of
beseeching eyes could be seen dotting the wall of neatly stacked barrels that
stretched away into the darkness.
Some of the older barrel girls had been lucky enough to retain their own lips,
albeit rubber coated and heavily gagged, for they had a tap below the point
where their chin would have been from where the wine could be sampled. Zorelle
had soon tired of this wasted opportunity. She found it more aesthetically
pleasing to have a tap protruding directly from the rubber lips and to modify
the internal plumbing. Having eyes fixed wide open could be quite traumatic for
newly converted barrel girls, for over the months and years they saw many cellar
rats crawling between the barrels, and often had large spiders making their webs
over their rubber faces.
Zorelle had been collecting and barrelling vintages since her first year of
exile, making up the contents with enemies and agents who had been sent to keep
an eye on her. Each spy had no choice but to continue her watching job, but from
the discomfort of her own personal barrel. Zorelle didnt care much who she
barrelled these days, but she had added some fun to the process. Often she would
just seize the first person who happened by, sheath and change him/her into a
high-heeled, armless vlatex doll, and make the bizarre figure stomp her own
grapes before conversion into a new addition to the cellar.
Zorelle made a gift of five barrel girls to her new senior minister Lord Eccles,
one of whom was his freshly tap-mouthed ex-wife, barrelled without his knowledge
for they had separated on bad terms. Eccles graciously accepted the gifts and
dutifully placed them on stands in his entertaining room where they could be the
subjects of interest and humiliation by guests.
His current wife Belle took an instant dislike to the pretty rubber faces with
their darting eyes and gave such a tantrum when she found out who the centre
pink beribboned barrel contained that Eccles finally gave in to her smug
demands. He called in a service unit, and had it seal over the barrel girls
faces with an extra flat layer of vlatex so as to render them forever blind and
smoothly expressionless. Belle gloated on her control over her man as she slid
her fingers over the polished hard rubbery curves that hid the face of the woman
she had replaced a few years ago. She had won again.
Little did she know, but in six months time she would give her last ever
tantrum. It was to be a silly yet common incident where she demanded that her
Lord stop seeing his brother because she was jealous of his wifes excellent
sense of humour. Sure enough, the next day she found herself sheathed in armless
vlatex, tap-mouthed in readiness and walking her six inch booted feet in a
circle through the grapes she would accompany in her barrel..
Belle woke up in bed feeling very strange. Something was wrong with her eyes.
She couldnt blink properly. Her skin was tingling with an unusual pressure from
all directions. Must be another hangover she thought, trying to push herself to
a sitting position and rub her eyes. Her arms positively refused to answer so
she twisted her legs and rolled over onto her back near the edge of the bed. I
ought to remember not to sleep on my hands next time Belle thought groggily. Ow!
her neck was so stiff she couldnt turn her head.
She gyrated to a seating position and caught her reflection in the mirror,
gasping with horror - or she would have gasped if the tap wasnt where her mouth
used to be. Her entire body had been coated - dipped in black vlatex, and her
arms were missing, her glossy shoulders showing no evidence of where limbs had
been attached just hours before. Ballet booted feet tapered endlessly away from
her as she lifted her foot into her field of vision. She knew exactly what it
meant. She was going to be a barrel girl! What had she done to deserve this? She
raced to the door of the bedroom, but it was solidly closed. Without hands,
turning the round doorknob was an impossibility. She threw her latex self down
on the pink satin sheets and sobbed - or tried to sob, but her mouth tap was in
the off position and all that came out was a few horselike snorts from her
nostrils.
Lord Eccles opened the door and looked down over the shiny black vlatex
creature. His latest spouse lay face down on the bed making funny noises, the
ebony darkness of Belles artificial skin framed beautifully by the contrasting
masses of pink satin sheets. The doll on the bed had been his wife just twelve
hours earlier and he felt a twinge of regret. It was too late to abort the
process so he pressed on. He rolled her over and her tear reddened eyes
immediately blazed with hatred.
Ah! Merciful silence! You look much better in this form dear wife - Im almost
tempted to keep you like this....but I cannot. The spell has more work to do on
you and I have to decide what to fill you with. The grapes are good for an
excellent Cabernet vintage this year. You look so stiff! Permit me to examine
you with my hands - after all, you can do so no longer! he laughed, skating his
fingertips over every inch of her surprisingly sensitive frictionless body,
marvelling at the workmanship that Zorelle had described in her magic potion -
the same potion that Belle had quaffed in her wine the evening before.
Belle spent the whole of the day automatically walking around in circles in her
grape crushing half-barrel, often stumbling into the rich red grape mash,
coating her flawless waterproof rubber body in juice. When she had filled a
large tank with her forced stomping, the juice had a fermenting culture added
and it was again mixed. Lord Eccles reached over the edge of the stomping barrel
and grasped hold of his soon to be ex- wifes mouth tap, pulling her to face him.
Now comes the moment of truth - time for you to make your dramatic departure
from the real world, my dear. he murmured, again with a hint of sadness. I hope
that my next wife marries me for love instead of money or power. But I really
didnt mind that so much. You had to be such a bitch on top of it all, didnt
you? Youll have plenty of time to reflect on your foolishness Belle, at least
while you still have your mind, that is! Such a waste of one of the sexiest
women around too.
He opened her mouth tap and she immediately felt a sensation of falling towards
the ground, down towards the pool of unused juice about her ankles. Her
beautiful legs were getting shorter! In seconds they were completely retracted
such that just two vlatex ankle boots protruded from her hips where her legs had
been. They quickly disappeared altogether and unbalanced, Belle toppled flat
onto her back in the ruby fluid. She had become a rubberised torso of herself,
limbless and helpless as a newborn baby.
A tube from the fermenting tank was connected to her facial tap and without
further ado the tanks contents were hosed into Belles mouth. As the fluid was
pumped in, a second layer of the skin on her torso parted and expanded like a
balloon, rounding into a barrel shape and forcing her head to arch back and
become the front end of the container. They stood her new rigid vlatex form
upright on its circular bottom and Belle could feel the cool liquid streaming
down the front of her glossy internal breasts and the pressure building up. The
tank filled and she could feel her thoughts blending with the young wine. Lady
Belle had been turned into a barrel girl. As a barrel girl, she was labelled
clearly and given pride of place in the entertaining room for a few weeks before
her face was sealed over just as she had ordered done to her compatriots beside
her.
Brushing cobwebs aside to peer at labels, Queen Zorelle always found it
difficult to choose a vintage, but settled on the barrel that contained the
first boyfriend who had ever dumped her. She waved at a shapely drink-maid who
scurried over and connected her rubber mouth flange to the end of the tap
protruding from the barrels feminine glossy pouting lips. There was a brief hiss
of escaping air as the seal was made good and Zorelle turned the tap, allowing
dark red wine to flow steadily into the drink maids breast tanks, expanding her
rubber bosom to massive proportions.
The evil queen briefly toyed with the idea of giving the drink maids their arms
back so she wouldnt have to do the menial task of connecting the seals herself,
but no, she enjoyed the selection process and the look of horror on the faces of
both unwilling participants enormously. The drink maids always panicked when
their breasts expanded so much that they thought they would burst or fall over -
walking was difficult enough already on ballet booted rubber legs without ten
litres of wine to carry - and the barrel girls were horrified too, because they
all knew that their amount of retained humanity was directly proportional to the
amount of wine they nursed inside their rubber forms, almost as if their
intelligence was stored in the wine itself. And so it was. With each glass, the
best of their thoughts and knowledge were being transferred forever to Zorelles
expanding mind. Empty or near-empty barrel girls watched the world with vacant
stares and no recollection of who they once had been.
Zorelle had all their memories, and even used this information to seize and
barrel whole groups of friends. While this was a terrible loss, memories
sometimes gave the Sorceress temporary feelings. After one such drinking bout
she cast a spell to remove all disease and illness from the Kingdom. Nobody
would get sick again and could be assured of living to a ripe old age unless
they were naturally selected to be used by the new queen as a toy.
-- Linda the spectator.
Queen Zorelle, leader of the victorious army ran her sleek gloved hand over the
hardened white plaster figure of a completely encased Princess Linda, now set
solid on all fours, her plaster knees and palms supporting her weight on the
floor, with her enlarged heavy breasts hanging exposed below to be swallowed by
the vacuum milking cups of the Auto-Milk machine. By casting a strong motherhood
spell, Zorelle had extracted hundreds of litres of super milk from Lindas
enchanted bust and quite enjoyed it on her breakfast each morning. The spell was
only temporary and would return her bosom to normal size within a few days, but
inside her dark stiffened shell Linda was wondering if she would have to carry
the huge breasts around forever. Zorelle pointed at the white figure.
"Okay maids, I want our princess to be able to see whats going on again. Cut her
out and put her in slave girl restraint.....with the usual trimmings of course
so she can't move."
Linda was relieved of her plaster layer and inner concubine catsuit with a
diamond saw, and struggled into a similar tight fitting leather jumpsuit-like
outfit that had been dampened in preparation for the dressing. The black
one-piece garment had ridiculously long straight jacket sleeves and was so snug
a fit that she could barely move. It had a high, restrictive buckling collar and
an attached kidskin facial hood that was so tight that you could perhap

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