This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.
"Omens"
A Halloween Tale
(part 3)
by Musker
Edward made his way carefully through the crowd. He wasn't in a hurry, but
he did have an important message for Madame Rouso, his employer. He had
been in Madame's service ever since he left the military with an honorable
discharge. The ambivalent dictatorial structure was simply too much for him
to stomach. Not that working for Madame Rouso was a democracy. She too
ruled her empire with complete autonomy, and when the need arose with an
iron fist. But there was a difference between working for a benevolent
dictator and malevolent one. And he had work for Madame Rouso long enough
to know that he, and anyone else for that matter, could always get a fair
shake from her. He knew something else about Madame Rouso too. Never, ever,
cross her!
His searching eyes finally found her. Madame was in a cheerful conversation
with one of her foreign lady guests. She was a mature woman with a heavy
East Indian accent who was confined to a wheel chair because of a broken
leg. Her costume was that of a veiled Princess of India with an extremely
detailed embroidered dress and jewelry whose quality and quantity made her
whole outfit all the more dazzling. Behind her stood another woman. She was
responsible for maneuvering the wheel chair at the command of her anointed
Princess. She was dressed in your standard harem girl costume with bare
midriff, a colorful top displaying her amply full bosom and a billowy ankle
length pantaloon. Most of her head and face was veiled in unseen solitude.
Only her big terror struck eyes could be seen through a narrow slit. She
wore golden metal bands around her neck, upper arms, wrists and ankles, all
connected together by abrupt small linked chains. And her wrists bands
where fastened close to the arms of the wheel chair making it impossible
for her to escape her indentured servant karma.
Edward walked up to Madame and quietly stood by waiting for Madame to
finish her conversation. It was the hungry lustful look of the Indian
Princess upon Edward that caught Madame's attention. She turned in the
direction of where her friend was drooling at and saw Edward.
Edward excused himself and whispered to Madame that the required time had
passed to which she wanted to be informed with regards to her unwelcome
guests.
Madame Rouso acknowledged her handsome assistant's point of interest and
excused herself from her friend. She then lead the way out of the party,
down to a lower level and along a wide hallway with many doors. Edward was
right behind Madame every step of the way.
She told Edward to wait in the hallway as she proceeded through the first
door on her right. Inside she was please to find Dr. Stein, a tall lanky
man with rich dark hair that was starting to gray at the temples. He was
wearing a long white lab coat and hard at work on his volunteered subject,
Karol.
"Oh good evening Madame Rouso. I see you have stopped by to look in on how
I am progressing with our project."
"Yes I am Doctor. And how is our precious little subject doing?" Madame
walked up to a long metal table with a large operating light shinning over
it. On it, lying on her back, was Karol.
"She is such a wonderful subject to work on Madame," said the happy doctor
as he too joined Madame at the head of table. Together they looked down
upon the face of their so called willing lab rat. Her eyes big and full of
fear and remorse.
"As you can see I have already finished with the most difficult parts of
her overall modification. All I need do now is put another coat around her
joint areas and then dress her up. After that we will be all ready for your
party."
"I must say Doctor, she does look much better like this. Could you quickly
go over what you have done to her? I am so impressed with your work and how
you did it so quickly too."
"But of course Madame Rouso. The subject, who's name escapes me for the
moment, was very much in awe of me when we first met. Thus, it was a simple
act for me to slip her a fast acting narcotic in her drink as we toasted
our new alliance. Once she was out, I was able to shave her head and place
my mind inhibiting device on her."
"You mean this metal skull cap with all the wires leading from it?"
"Exactly Madame, and the metal cap continues down the back of the neck to
her shoulders. This device allows me to monitor the basic brain waves of
the subject in question. And once I have identified certain key brain
patterns, I then used them to calibrate and configure the machine for the
next level of the operation. When that part of the setup is done I am then
able to control the subject's motor functions completely. As you can see, I
have made the subject completely inert and physically relaxed. Even though
her mind is in a frantic state of emotional distress, as seen here on the
monitor."
"Very impressive Doctor. Please go on."
"When the subject regained consciousness she found herself unable to move
any part of her body. At that time she was under my complete control. That
is when I moved into phase two, which required me to undress her with the
help of my machine."
"I don't understand Doctor. How could the machine help you?"
"Like this Madame." The doctor turned some knobs on the nearby control unit
and Karol's right arm slowly raised itself off the table. He then turned
the nob again and her arm slowly dropped back down.
"That is extraordinary Doctor!"
"I can control her entire body with this machine if I want. And with the
right program I can even have her dance for you."
"Remarkable! Simply remarkable!"
"After I had her undressed, I examined her body and made my assessments as
to what areas needed adjustments. Then phase two began with me making the
modification in her physique to correspond to my metal image of what I
wanted her to look like. I started with her breasts and I must say, I
believe they came out very well."
"Yes I can see! Quite huge they are too. I know you have inserted implants,
but I see no sutures or stitches of any kind. And how did you do it so
quickly and without a sterile or well staff operating room?"
"It is my latest discovery Madame. I have created a totally organic oil
like substance that can be used to enhance any fleshy part of the human
body. All I need do is to inject a sufficient amount of the oil into the
center of each breast and viola! She now has a pair of triple "D" breasts!"
"And they look so real too. Not like those implants I have seen that make
the girl look like they were glued onto her chest."
"Please Madame, go ahead, touch them."
Karol could feel Madame's fingers gently touching her new mountains of
feminine flesh. She tried to move away, to push the woman's hands away or
to yell an obscenity to make her stop, but she was powerless to make even
the slightest of a disturbance. All she could do was to remain prostrated
on her back as Madame's fingers and hands flowed over and around her
artificially enhanced breasts. A stimulating event that made Karol feel
tinglely and aroused by Madame's prolonged exploration. The more Madame
seemed to play with them, rub them and now squeezed them until her breast
meat bulged out between her fingers the more sexually responsive Karol
became. Even in lo of the fact that Karol never had a lesbian desires in
her entire life, let alone any actual contact with another woman like this.
"My goodness Doctor! They feel so real and wonderful to play with. Not to
flabby, not to firm, just a pair of soft, creamy, well formed, immense
breasts. And her skin feels so smooth and slippery too, as if . . ." Madame
stopped speaking as her eyes took a long hard look at the rest of Karol's
body. "Doctor? What did you do to her skin?"
"Ah Madame Rouso, that is another creation of mine. Her entire body is
coated with a substance that has the properties of both rubber and latex.
It binds to the skin and will not come off until it is subjected to the
right conditions. Which means putting her entire body in a preheated one
hundred degree oven for thirty minutes."
"But won't this new skin harm her," asked a concerned Madame as well as a
big eyed alarmed Karol as she carefully listened in on their conversation.
"Oh no my dear Rouso! The substance is very user friendly, if you will
pardon the pun. It allows the skin to breathe and even acts as a heat sink
to prevent overheating. I like the smooth flawless effect it gives, not to
mention how artificially she looks with that uniform peach color, just like
a child's doll. But there is one draw back to the breast enhancement oil
though. In time, the body will consume it as if it were food. Which means
her big beautiful breasts will go back to their normal shape in a few days.
That part of my discovery still needs to be worked on."
Karol closed her eyes in relief when she heard that. There was hope for her
after all. In a few days she will be back to her old self. But in the
interim she will just have to hide her mannequin like self in her apartment
until the swelling goes down to something that looks normal. How she will
remove her second skin is something else entirely.
"Did you use the same flesh enhancing oil on her lips too Doctor?"
"Yes, and her labia lips as well. I needed them both to stand out so people
will understand the creation I am trying to make."
"I see, very good Doctor. And you will further control her at the party
with that mind inhibiting device of yours?"
"I am sorry to say no Madame. That device is still to bulky and needs more
development to be use successfully out in the field. However, I do plan on
controlling my subject in another way. I will add another coat of this
artificial skin substance, slightly modified to make it a bit more stiffer,
to all her joints. Then, when she is dressed, I will add the electronic
dildoes to her buttocks orifice so I can maintain her subjugation to me by
various intensities of electric shocks from a small remote control device I
will keep on my person at all times."
Karol's eyes grew large again when she heard that last part. Why did Doctor
Stein have to control her at the party? What was he going to do to her? Or
make her do that it would require him to electrocute her if she didn't?
Wasn't she suppose to model some kind costume for awhile and then go home?
Something was seriously wrong here.
"Wonderful Doctor! I hope to see you soon at the party."
Madame then looked down into the glassy eyes of Karol and said "I will be
seeing you too, my dear party crasher." She caressed the side of Karol's
synthetic covered cheek, smiled and then left.
Madame exited the room and without looking at a waiting Edward went across
the hall and entered another room.
"Madame Rouso!" A loud woman's voice welcomed her dear friend. She was an
old friend of Madame's and about the same age. She was wearing a pink smock
over what looked like an old western saloon girl's costume and she too
looked good for a woman of her age.
"Ms. Carstairs, it is so good to see you again. How are you my dear, and
how are you coming with our little friend?" Madame eagerly replied as the
two women hugged and phantom kissed one another.
"I am doing very well, on both counts. But I must thank you again for
giving me the opportunity to practice my hobby. Working in the area of high
finance can certainly get to me sometimes. So I allow myself this one
little diversion or indulgence if you will to sooth my nerves."
"Now Martha you know I would never forget such a good friend as you when an
opportunity like this arieses. Especially when your talents as an investor
have made my portfolio look ever so healthy, practically gluttonous. I owe
you a lot my dear. Besides, you did such a wonderful job on that Queen
Elizabeth display that I knew you were the right choice for this one too.
And if I can please you in this small way then I am very, VERY happy.
Speaking of small things, how is our little oriental model doing?"
"I was just about to finish her up. All I have to do is put on her Scare
Crow face and hat, and she will be ready to be wheeled out to her display
area at the party. Would you care to see her now?"
"Oh yes indeed!"
The two women walled over to where Su-Lee was standing, or more liked
impaled.
"Oh Martha, I think you really out did yourself with this one."
Madame Rouso was staring at a totally transformed and mounted Su-Lee. She
literally looked as if she was hanging in mid air like a dangling Raggy Ann
doll. Her legs were languishing beneath her several inches above the floor
of her stand. Her arms were drooping down and off to her side without a
stitch of life in them. Her unfinished head was titled to one side and
completely wrapped with tape, just like that Queen Elizabeth girl except
Su-Lee still had her silky black hair tucked under a white bathing cap.
"My word Martha, how did you get her like this?"
"Well, I had to use old sparky on her. At first she seemed glad to meet me.
I believe she said we had something in common with her studying accounting
and working part time in that field or something like that. All I was
interested in was getting her on that pole and to start working on her. So
when I told her what she was to become she immediately lost her positive
attitude and began to make a run for it. Well, I just whipped out old
sparky here, pulled the trigger and ZAP! Once she was hit and out, she was
loose as a dead goose. I wasted no time after that stripping her, shaving
her pussy and then mounting her. She is such a small petite thing that it
was no problem at all guiding her nude labia lips and bung hole around and
onto those two greased up dildoes."
"You mean she is now properly stuffed and mounted Martha," asked Madame
doing her best to keep a straight face.
"Hahaha, Oh Madame, you do have such a way with words. Here I'll show from
the back."
Martha began moving Su-Lee's stand on it's rollers until her back was
facing the two ladies.
"You see Madame, from the front all of this is hidden. The main support is
this vertical aluminium pole bolted securely to the base, which from the
front looks like some ratty old dark wooden pole behind her. At crotch
level, a short horizontal piece juts out between her legs and is where the
two dildoes are fastened, and, corresponding, is what she is mounted on.
Since her waist is so small to begin with I foregoed the corset and just
wrapped and bolted the metal band tightly around her waist. Thus holding
her lower torso securely to the pole and on her perch. When I reached this
point in her preparation she started to wake up. She immediately tried
desperately to free herself. Oh my goodness, you should have heard her
scream and yell for release. She told me that she changed her mind, that I
had no right to do this to her, and so on and so forth. She even began
calling me all sorts of foul and disgusting names, even the "C" word."
"Oh my! This younger generation has absolutely no respect for their
elders" said a disappointed and upset Madame Rouso.
"Well, I soon had my fill of that. So I used the two dildoes buried inside
her to shock her into behaving. I have found that a little negative
conditioning goes a long way in curbing bad habits. But, she is very strong
willed this one. It took a repeated number of shocks to bring her under
control. When she was crying, whimpering and begging me to stop and not to
shock her any more, I knew she was done and willing to obey me from then
on. Thus it was all right to proceed with my Scare Crow project from that
point on."
"Now instead of having her wear some old worn torn shirt and pants, I
decided to spruce it up a little. Make her a sexy Scare Crow from the city.
So I had her wear a top hat and tails to your party. But I still wanted her
to look like a doll though. So before I dressed her I wrapped each of her
hands with tape until they were formed into fingerless pods. Then I slipped
a scruffy looking canvas sack over each and tied a strong piece of twine
around the base of the sack and her wrist. The coat came next and I help
her put it on and buttoned it around her waist where it also hid that metal
band. Then I fastened and bolted another wider band around her neck that
was also attached to the top of the pole. Now her upper torso was secured
to the pole just like her lower part. Once that was done I then moved to
her arms and legs."
"I can not believe how much detail you put into this project Martha." As
Madame stepped closed to examine the super structure of the pole while poor
Su-Lee was forced to stay in her relax and plugged position.
"You see here, and again here Madame?"
"Yes, it looks like two smaller metal supports coming from the pole and
running down each of her arms and legs in back here."
"Yes! Through small slits in her sleeves I have attached each of her arms
to these corresponding poles that are also anchored to the main vertical
pipe. The same was done with her legs, but they are hidden by her opaque
panty hose. It keeps her arms and legs in an outstretch position, AND,
something else I will show you a little later."
Martha then turned the base so Sue-Lee was now facing them, or at least her
faceless face was facing them.
"To finish her lower torso I placed a pair of black tap pants and high heel
shoes on her."
Madame was about to ask Martha how she was able to fit the pants over the
horizontal pole to which the girl was mounted to, but Madame paused for a
moment to let Martha finish her check list story.
"After that, the only thing left was her head. I surmised you wanted me to
leave her hair on so I placed a tight swim cap on her. Then, like that
other girl, I fill her sad pleading mouth with cloth and then taped her
whole head up as you see here. It is a very tight wrap and helps to smooth
out her feminine features into lack luster obscurity. I did leave a few
small holes for her to breathe and barely see through. Now, if you don't
mind Madame, I would like to finish her up."
Madame Rouso motioned for her to go ahead and watched as Martha placed
another canvas sack over the girls head and tied it down with more twine
around the girl's neck. The sack was long enough to cover the metal band
completely with it's ruffled edge. She played with the sack for awhile
making sure the smiling feminine doll-like face was in the proper position.
She wanted to make sure the two small eye holes and two breathing holes of
the sacks matched up perfectly with her live mannequin ones. She then
fastened a black top hat on her head, leaning it a little to one side, and
christened her Scare Crow project finished.
Madame started to clap her hands only to be motioned by Martha to stop for
there was more to come.
"Now watch this Madame." Martha took out a remote control and pushed a
button.
The impeccably dressed and smiling scare crow in top hat and tails began to
move. The pole that she hung by started to hop up and down and then slowly
twisted from side to side. Her arms and legs began waving up and down as if
the Scare Crow was trying to scare away a flock of birds out of the corn
field, or people at the party. And then a series of moans and groans coming
from the head topped off Martha's scary Halloween display to perfection.
"Oh my Martha, you have done a most exceptional job, far beyond any
expectations I might of had. It is just FANTASTIC! I was wondering how you
were going to solve that problem of fitting those tap pants over that metal
support tube. But now I can see exactly how you did it. You fitted them on
her by splitting it in back and all the way down the crotch too. Not only
do they look good when she is relaxed, but each time she spreads her legs
like that, one can easily see her shaven pussy and the large dildoe
immersed inside of her. Very creative my friend. And, Oh MY! Did you do
something to her nipples too?"
"Yes I did Madame. When I seen how her jacket opened in front when she
waved her arms up and down like that, I knew I had to do something to show
off her breasts and lovely long nipples. So I decided to clamp rings on
them. But then the movement of the jacket across her chest caused them to
come off after a little while. So I found a heavy duty pair of superior
nipple clamps that I could adjust the tension on and where so much better
than those rings. It took a bit of trial and error to find the right
tension to get them to stay on, as my subject's groans would attest too.
But it finally all worked out just fine."
"Excellent my dear! Just Excellent! But I was wondering about something
else. How did you get her to flap around like this? Those metal rods did
not seem heavy enough to force the girl to preform this little interesting
drama."
"Good point Madame, and you are correct. There is a small tension feedback
mechanism that was made for me by a friend. The device is attached to where
those four rods connect to the center pole. So whenever I or a small self
contained computer wants the girl's limbs to flutter about like that, it
first sends a signal to the motors that make the rods move up and down. If
a certain threshold resistance is measured in the motors then another
signal is sent to the two dildoes, and the girl is repeatedly shocked until
she complies. It was just a matter of time, and the correct amount of
negative reinforcement, before the girl was soon performing like a perfect
animated Scare Crow."
"My dear friend, you are as great a genius in your hobby as you are in the
field of investments. I will immediately tell my assistant to give you a
hand with wheeling your project out to the party. I know my guests will
find your creativity most delightful."
Su-Lee watched with narrow vision and teary eyes as the two women walked
away from her. Never had she been more controlled, humiliated and suffered
intense physical pain as she was right now. She wished she had never heard
of the party let alone come to crash it. She was angry with herself for not
paying heed to all those omens that seemed to warn her away. If only she
could free herself or speak, she would gladly go to jail instead of
suffering the anguish, embarrassment and outright pain of her current
situation. Hopefully, it will be over with soon, just like Madame Rouso had
told them. But for now, she had to play the dumb Halloween prop else suffer
the shocking consequences.
Madame left the room and walked over to Edward. She told him that her
friend needed some help in transporting her project to the party and for
him to handle it. He attentively shook his head and went on his way, as did
Madame Rouso to the next room down the hall.
"Senor Sanches, It is so very good to see you. I must thank you again for
making this beautiful dress especially for me tonight." The two were
holding one another hands as Madame's face seem to beam with affection for
the dark skin young Latin man. He was wearing the costume of Zoro minus the
mask and cape that made him look all the more sexy in her eyes.
"Oh Madame Rouso, the pleasure, as always, is all mine." He took Madame's
hand in his and kissed it tenderly.
"Oh Senor, you are too kind. So tell me my dear friend, how goes your
latest fashion project?"
"Ah Madame, it is going very well indeed. In fact I am ready to place
literally the crowning touch on my latest creation."
Carlos escorted his patron to where Maria stood in quiet solitude, not
moving an inch because of the pain that would soon invade her tormented
body.
"For heaven sakes Carlos. She is the perfect image for tonight's party.
You sir, are an artistic genius!"
"Thank you Madame. I call her Pumpkin Maid. The ideal Halloween serving
wench for your party."
"She is truly beautiful, sexy and all in orange too."
"Yes Madame. Everything she is wearing is made to mimic a pumpkin. Her high
heels are orange with pin stripes of black. Her panty hose with the open
crotch is orange with black outlined sections. Her heavy boned corselette
with partial cups ending just under her nipples is decorated to reflect the
vertical wedges of a pumpkin. Even her leather single glove is made to
match her corseslette. And soon she will be wearing a special designed
smiling pumpkin to complete her Halloween caricature."
"And I do so love the short orange petticoat skirt that makes her look so
feminine too. A very nice touch Senor Sanches."
"Ah yes, the skirt. It is both becoming to the girl's femininity and it
acts like a veil to add a little mystery as to what that pole between her
legs is doing."
"I was just about to ask you about that Carlos. Please explain to me how it
works."
"My pleasure Madame. Let me first raise the front part of her skirt. There,
you can see how I have inserted a very large orange dildoe into her bare
pussy. For such a little senorita I was surprised she took a whole six
inches into her. I then ran a wooden pole from this dildoe, down between
her legs and fastened it to her short hobble chain that is connected to
each of her ankle cuffs. Whenever she moves, the dildoe also moves inside
of her and because the pole and chain is sized just right, the dildoe will
never come fully out. This little arrangement will not only keep her from
sitting down or climb stairs, but the short hobble will force her to move
very slowly with cautious little steps too. AND, a small electronic device
in her dildoe will monitor her movement. If she should stand motionless for
any length of time, ZAP! It will shock her into motion again."
"Well done Senor Sanches! Please continue."
"Of course Madame. As you can see the senorita is fitted with a similar
serving tray arrangement like your French serving maids have. The tray is
securely strapped around her waist to which another strap loops around this
one and her single glove thus keeping her bound arms firmly planted to the
small of her back. Two small chains running from the front edge of her tray
go directly to her collar thus holding her tray level. Her collar also
serves to keep her single glove from slipping off via a short strap
connecting the two. Now, there is one small difference that exists in her
collar that is not found in the ones your maids wear. Her collar is really
a posture collar Madame. It is made to conform snugly around her neck, jaw-
line, and around the base of her neck to perfection. It not only prevents
her head from moving in any direction, but also acts as a firm support for
the plastic pumpkin to be attached to. This way the pumpkin head stays in a
fixed position and does not move freely about."
"I can see you have put in a tremendous amount of functionally as well as
artistic expression in your design Senor. But please Carlos, tell me about
what you did to her head so far."
"As you wish Madame. Out little contessa here is one head strong hellcat.
It was a good thing I had her under my latin spell early on and pass the
point of no returned before she knew what was happening to her. I owe it
all to my training in my countries culture for seducing said women who
hunger for a strong, passionate, male lover."
"Oh Carlos, if I were only twenty years younger." Madame caressed the young
man's cheek with her hand while wishing secretly it was true.
"My dear sweet Lady." Carlos took her soft feminine hand into this and
brought it to his lips. Just as he was about to kiss the back of her hand,
he turned it ever so gently, and tenderly kissed her open inviting palm.
"You know my passion for you is always on edge Madame. All you need do is
let me make love to you and I will turn back the hands of time. I will make
you feel like a young girl again as you experience one long crest after
another. If you would only give yourself to me, for but one night."
Madame Rouso's heart was pounding so hard that she though it was going to
burst right out of her chest. "Please, my dear sensuous man. You are giving
far too much credence to my yearning school girl fantasies. And tonight is
already too full of egregious and whimsical fancy for this old, but very,
VERY grateful woman to take but one more. Now tell me young sir more about
our pumpkin maid."
Again Carlos kissed his patrons hand. This time on the back. Then he rubbed
it warmly between both of his as he continued with his story.
"Considering what a wildcat this woman is, with her ability to cuss one out
in two different languages no less. I found it necessary to see that said
offensive verbiage be kept to a minimum, if not completely silenced all
together. So before putting on the posture collar I placed the expanding
pear gag in her mouth. I must say, even when faced with the inedible, she
fought me tooth and nail. Almost literally taking a bite out of my flesh in
the process. But a strong spirit is no match for a strong hand and a
cunning mind as I quickly despatched said pear into her foul boisterous
mouth. Once there, it was a simple act of turning the clip that released
the spring that in turned split the pear in half forcing her mouth to open
as wide as possible. Her yells and obscene language were now diminished to
moans and groans of subdued agony. After that she had become a somewhat
willing participant to her new role in life. It was easy for me to apply
her posture collar on next that forced her jaws closer together and
flattened her tongue even more. I then added the light orange swim cap to
keep her hair out of the way. The last part was to mount this circular band
of small lights starting behind one ear, going up and over the top of her
head and back down to the other side."
He then picked up the brightly colored pumpkin and showed Madame Rouso the
battery pack attached to the inside to which the lights plugged into. When
he plugged it in, Maria suddenly looked like the Lady Liberty all be it a
kinky version of which.
"Now, all I have to do is slowly drop this head ornament over the girls
head like so. Make sure it sets correctly into it's mounting and locking
mechanism like this. Then give it one quarter turn until I hear it snap
into place." When the snap sound was made, both Madame and Carlos made a
happy sound of success. To which Maria could only close her eyes in
emotional devastation as her field of vision was cut drastically down to
what she could only see through the happy eyes of the smiling pumpkin face.
"Wonderful my dear friend! She looks absolutely wonderful. I know my guest
will enjoy her to the upmost. But what will you put on her tray if I may
enquire?"
"I had thought she could be a combination cigar, cigarette and mint girl.
All I have to do is clamp one end of this spring tethered lighter to one of
the pumpkin girls nipples like so." To which Maria let out a very audible
shriek when she felt like her nipple was going to be pinched off in the
process.
"Then do the same with these little tongs for the mints on her other
nipple." Again another screech of pain was heard echoing from inside the
cheerful looking pumpkin head.
"Now if I may impose on your generous hospitality to provide the other
three pleasures, then I do believe our Pumpkin Maid is all set for her
debut."
"Of course my dear Carlos. I will tell Edward to give you whatever you
need. Will you need any assistance in getting her to the party?"
"Oh no Madame. All I have to do is lead her by either of her tethered
nipples and said Pumpkin Maid will be sure to follow, slowly, but surely."
He gave Madame a sexy wicked smile that made her go week in the knees.
"Thank you my friend." Madame could not help herself as she kissed this
handsome young man on the cheek before quickly leaving.
She met Edward outside the hall waiting for her. He informed her that Ms
Carstairs's Scare Crow was already on display at the party and getting
raved reviews. Madame was glad to hear the positive feedback. She then told
Edward that Mr. Sanches will be moving his project to the party and will be
needing his assistance with a few items from the kitchen and her den. She
then left him to see to her requests and headed for the next room in line.
Madame was in a very happy state. Three out five projects were turning out
better than expected, which left only two more to go. The last of which she
was personally anxious to see the results of. The next door Madame Rouso
transversed was to Mr. Washington Renols, a professor and dealer of ancient
antiquity. She honestly had no idea what he had planned for the girl she
gave him and when she finally did see what awaited her, it almost took her
breath away.
"Ah Madame Rouso, my favorite patron of the arts. It is good to see you
again my dear. So tell me Madame, how do you like my lovely mummy," asked a
very handsome middle age man with salt and pepper hair. He was dressed like
Sherlock Homes to which his natural English accent added marvelously to the
entire effect, and to his suave manly appeal.
Madame was a lost for words. Never had seen such a magnificent work of art
and craftsmanship in her entire life. Standing before her was not an
artifact representing a long past culture. It was an edifice to the human
spirit, to the very core of humanity itself, in all it's jewel encrusted
golden splendor and pure white wrappings. This is what a true expired Queen
of ancient Egypt would look like just before she was put into her
sarcophagus. A famous Queen of power, beauty and extravagance. A Queen by
the name of Charlene, entombed alive in body numbing layers of pure white
cloth.
"My god Professor! Never have I seen anything so beautiful and so macabre
as what I see before me right now. You are truly a man of exceptional
talents and taste. I am honored to bare witness to your creative and
artistic abilities."
"My dear Madame. It is I who is in awe of you, my benevolent benefactor and
regal mistress. For without you I could never be the man I am today. For it
was your belief in me that made us both socially and economically
successful. I bow to you Madame Rouso in honor and respect. For I hold no
other with such high esteem as you." He took position before Madame Rouso
and bowed with all humility before a woman who seemed about to cry.
"Please kind sir, enough of these mutual gratuitous remarks. For any more
would surely bring tears to my eyes and no doubt ruin a first class make-up
job upon this old wrinkled face. Come sir, tell me how you created such a
wonderful object, a true gift from the gods, and out of a mer human girl I
gave you." Madame took the tall man's arm and together they walk over to
the mummy.
"Oh I dare say she was certainly no ordinary woman Madame. Her body was
already befitting that of a goddess with her greater than most female shape
and prefect pretentious bosom. All of which made my meager wrappings and
associated trinkets all the more impressive."
They were now walking around the motionless statue of gleaming beauty built
upon a still living, breathing, woman of color. But both only had eyes for
each other.
"How gracious and modest you are Professor. But please continue, for I so
enjoy listening to man of letters and whose voice is as pleasant to my ears
as your mummy is to my eyes."
"As you wish Madame. As I mentioned, said woman was VERY attractive. To
which I complimented her most generously on her natural beauty. And as with
most women receiving such praise, she quickly responded to my wordy
seductive spell with relaxed trust, if I may be so bold to say?"
"Please do sir, for I too find your manly manners to be not without a
certain romantic charm, my dear Professor Renols. Perhaps I too should take
care so as not fall victim to your seductive web like this girl did."
"You have nothing to fear from me my sweet mistress. But this girl soon did
when I had her stripped naked and the first layer of wrappings upon her."
Madame took her first look back at the mummy. For from the time she took
the professor's arm until now her attention was solidly upon her gentleman
friend. "So what I see here is not the first?"
"No Madame. She has been wrapped in three layers. The first was a thick
gauze material that acted as a kind of buffer or protection for her lovely
smooth black skin. She even found the experience of being slowly wrapped up
to be quite pleasant. She described it to me as being wrapped up in a warm
soft blanket on a cold rainy morning."
"I had a mirror for her to see herself in too. Oh she spent the longest
time looking at herself in it. She eyed each arm and leg that I wrapped
separately with curiosity. Her hands turned into fingerless pods made her
smile. Her entire torso except her love mound and derriere bathed in
sterile white gauze made her giggle. And the only part left open on her
head was her soft feminine face to which she quietly stared at for nearly
ten whole minutes. I even caught her in a playful mood acting like a stiff
mummy from some "B" rated horror movie. The first layer was far move
flexible than she thought it would be. However, I did notice a moment of
alarm cross her face when I told her she was ready for the second layer.
She was very reluctant at first, but I put on the charm and then showed her
all the jewelry and mask she was to wear to complete her costume, and that
made her more compliant."
Again Madame's interest was on the professor as they casually continue
there little stroll around the vertical motionless mummy. The mummy whose
unseen trailing eyes tried desperately to make contact with Madame.
"So was the second layer the same as the first my dear friend?"
"Oh no madame. The material used in the second layer is more like a thin
cloth then a gauze. And once it is exposed to air it turns very inflexible,
virtually hard as a rock as our mutual lady friend soon found out. Again, I
wrapped her limbs separately, then her torso and head leaving those area's
I left open the first time still undone. When she began to turn hard I
placed her on top of my special table. There I had her legs spread wide and
lifted up, readily exposing both her, how shall I say it, orifices, to me."
"Oh Professor, you need not be gentlemanly with me. For we both go back a
long time. A friendship, I dare say, to be more intimate than most."
The Professor looked upon Madame Rouso with a knowing smile. He took a
moment to clear his throat just like any English gentleman does when they
wish for social sensibility to return to an otherwise emotional
conversation.
"At this point Madame, she became very alarmed and wanted to know what was
going on. She tried to fight, to rebel and escape her stiffing state, but
by now it was far too late for that. For she was reduced to a simple
immobile stick figure laying on my work table. She began screaming and
threatening me to which I had no recourse but to tape her mouth shut.
Though I must say Madame, there is something about the sounds of a gagged
woman in distress that really excites me."
"Oh Professor, I do so know what you mean. There muffled sounds of high
energy and emotional distress have such an erotic aura about them. As I
have felt on many occasions myself."
"Ah Madame, I do believe we share more than a common interest in ancient
artifacts."
The two warmed up closed together. Madame holding the professor's arm with
both hands now as the professor took his other hand and cuddled it atop
Madames'.
"I then prepared the girl for the rest of her mummification. I put on a
pair of rubber gloves and oiled the outside of a special nozzle. A nozzle
I slowly and carefully pushed up and into her rectum. I needed to flush out
her bowels completely, so the device I used would automatically give her a
series of enemas. Oh my dear woman, you should have heard the high pitched
muffled screams and moans that girl made while I was sticking it to her. It
was quite pleasant for me, in a kinky kind of way."
"Anyway, once I had the device in operation, with it filling and then
purging her insides, I decided to work on her arms. I removed my gloves and
proceeded to do just that. The substance in this cloth can be made flexible
again with the use of heat. So I took a modern day hair dryer and used it
on her arms so I could fold them across her chest area, just like a real
mummy. Oh she tried to fight me, but all I needed to do was to pinch her
nostrils close for a short length of time. She soon understood what I was
alluding too and how her useless struggles really went for naught. She then
became docile after that. But she did have a tendency to go from one
emotional state to another though. First crying tears of self pity, then
begging and pleading with me through her gag, and then once again more
anger, rebellion and defiance. I could see them all so clearly one after
the other in her very expressive eyes. But once I was done with her arms it
was time for me to move to her head."
"I took a very small diameter feeding tube and began to push it up one of
her nostrils. Oh she certainly didn't like that, not one little bit. I kept
telling her to swallow it, but she was defiant even in this. She had to
learn the hard way that it would go much easier on her if she obeyed me
than resisted me. I left the end of the tube dangling from her nose while I
moved to her mouth. I removed the tape from her mouth already expecting a
most unbecoming tongue lashing from her, and I was not disappointed. But I
quickly began inserting the rubber wedge gag into her mouth, which took her
totally by surprise. I used that surprised to wiggle that gag deeply into
her mouth causing her tongue to be forced flat underneath it. It had two
semi-circle grooves in the top and bottom edges of it for her teeth to fit
in. Once I had the gag situated properly I shoved her lower jaw upwards
forcing her to bite down hard on the gag, I then wrapped more of that
hardening cloth around her head and jaw to keep it in place. It didn't take
long before her mouth was close shut, and the gag allowing only the softest
of sounds to venture forth. I watched in smiling reposed as she tried to
move her big sensuous lips in an attempt to remove the gag. And then tried
to talk through her clenched teeth that were now sealed over and together
by the gag."
"At this point I felt like she had enough purging, so I let the device
perform it's last evisceration of waste and then removed the nozzle. In
it's place I put a long tapered butt plug with a narrow metal band near the
flared end. Again she did not like this one bit, but her objection was not
as intense or prolonged as it once was. After washing my hands, I put on
another pair of sterile rubber gloves. Then I opened a hospital issued
catheter and slowly pushed it up her urethra. I could definitely hear her
crying while I was doing this. Although I believe it was more out of
frustration then outright pain. For she no longer had control over her life
or body, not even in relieving herself. And this was no doubt very
embarrassing for her. I postulated that she must have been one very strong
willed and autonomous person once upon a time in her life."
After saying that both Madame and the professor stopped and looked at the
face of this golden Egyptian idol. It was Madame who said with calming
reposed. "Yes, I believe she was."
Then the two looked away and began there stroll around the statue as the
professor continued his tale.
"Once I had her bladder emptied, I removed the catheter. I then took a very
realistic dildoe, oiled it up really well and took my time thrusting it
into her waiting love gate. Once more she tried to fight me, but I just
took my time easing it in and out, twisting it a little this way and that
way, I even used my fingers to gently rub her sensitive love button in
small circles. It wasn't long before I had her responding like a contented
house cat. I was at odds with myself as to whether to give this girl an
orgasm or not. I decided since it was Halloween that I would play the role
of the dirty villain and deny her that wonderful pleasure. So I just pushed
the dildoe in as far as it would go and stop playing with her. Again, as
soon as she realized what had happened she began running through her series
of restrained emotional outburst once more."
"You are such a dastardly fellow Professor," exclaimed an obviously excite
Madame Rouso.
The Professor smiled a wicked grin at Madame and continued.
"I removed my gloves, cleaned up any remaining mess upon her person and
taped a small vibrating button to the hood of her vulva. I used the hair
dryer again to bring her legs down and together making sure the wires
coming from the two dildoes and the vibrating button were taped securely in
the clef formed between her legs. I went back up to her head and connected
another tube to the tube that was sticking out of her nostril. The end of
this tube was attached to a large syringe full of a very rich slow
absorbing nutrient. Once injected into her stomach it will keep her well
nourished for several days without having to remove her from her captivity.
Oh you should have seen her facial expressions when that greenish goo was
forced down her feeding tube and into her stomach. Of course she could not
taste anything, so her revulsion was a result of what she saw. Again she
switched through a host of emotions culminating in just one, pleading
submission. Oh it was so exciting to see her like this and knowing I was
the sole reason for her distress. But alas, all good things must come to an
end. So once all the fluid was injected into her, I pulled out the feeding
tube and began the final wrapping."
"So then, what I see here is the last layer Professor?"
"Yes my Lady. I used a third wrapping of simple white cloth with a faint
aroma of windflowers. This time I did her wrappings in a very intricate
design reminiscent of an Egyptian woman of status and quality. It is a very
tight weave with much overlap. By this time the girl must have been
exhausted from her ordeal for she seemed quite passive now. That is until I
started to wrap up her head. I preformed this last task with a deliberate
slowness. I wanted to watch her eyes as she came to realized that the end
was near. It was such a treat for me when I seen her eyes go wide with
anxiety as I began wrapping the cloth tightly over her mouth, with layer,
after layer, after layer pushing down on her lips and sealing them close.
Her eyes followed in terror as the cloth slowly began covering her face
into obscurity. She made eye contact with me only once. I guess she could
not handle my excited smiling expression as I continued to seal her up.
When I covered her nose I could hear a faint whine of remorse. And when I
wrapped her brow leaving only a small opening for her eyes to peak through
I knew she was on the verge of total mind numbing fear. And that is where I
ended the wrapping. I took up a small tool, felt around her nose area and
made two small holes for her to breathe through. That is when it really hit
her. She wasn't going to die like this. She was just going to be put on
display for a while to be ogled at by wealthy kinky people like some freak
in a side show and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it either."
"I tried to see the anger that I knew was boiling up inside of her. But the
eye holes were not big enough for me to fully experience the intensity of
her rage towards me. So I carefully positioned her on her stand, plugged in
the wires leading from her crotch stimulators to the base and finished
dressing her. I placed a solid gold Egyptian Queen's head mask over her
head and on her shoulders. It had two pairs of little holes for her to see
and breathe through. In a way, I though she became an interesting example
of satire. Here is a mummified woman who is no doubt in a deep state of
emotional distress, and the painted face on her mask shows her as being
this calm serene young woman with just a hint of a smile, like the Mona
Lisa. I then added a few more artifacts of Egyptian antiquity like the
elaborate glittering necklace, the two short golden staffs crossing over
her chest, and a wide jewel encrusted gold sash draped over her hips. What
remained was a little cleaning up and she became as you see here now before
you. Ready to be put on display for your interesting party guests."
"Outstanding Professor Renols! Simply outstanding! How can I ever repay you
for such a wonderful gift such as this?" Madame rose up on her toes and
kissed the man on the cheek. But before she could rest back down on her
heels he took her in his strong hands and kissed her warmly on the lips.
Immediately they both wrapped their arms tightly around one another. Their
spiraling desires finally breaking through in a series of aggressive, open
mouth, and tongue probing dance of oral passion. An act of genuine love
between two old intimate friends witnessed by only a silent golden icon of
exquisite beauty. But the eyes of it's imprisoned occupant said it all. For
the depths of rage and desire for revenge knew no bounds as they continued
to stare daggers down upon the mature couple in love.
Madame broke the kiss, but remained in the firm undying grasp of the man
who was now nuzzling her neck. She closed her eyes and turn her lips to his
ear, whispering something that made him abruptly stop. They slowly broke
their embrace as the smiling man took Madame's hand and kissed it.
"Until later tonight my Lady."
Madame looked into her midnight lover's eyes with eager anticipation and
then into the face of the grinning Queen.
"What of her strategically placed stimulators my dear professor? When will
they be used?"
The professor pulled out a small plastic box with four colored push buttons
on it. He held it out so Madame could see it and said "The green button
will give her pleasure for twenty minutes out of every hour. The yellow
button will keep her frustrated for thirty minutes out of every hour. And
the red will give her discomfort for fifteen minutes out of every hour."
"And the fourth button my clever, devious, lover?"
The professor smiled with squinting eyes. "The black button my Lady," he
said with a slight pause. "The black is a random mixture of all three."
He held it closer to Madame Rouso and simply said "Push one."
Her eyes lit up and a big wide smile crossed her face. She looked up at the
statue for a minute in silent contemplation and then back at the box of
good and evil. She placed her one hand over the top blocking the buttons
from the Professor's line of sight. He looked at her with a questioning
gaze. And she responded back with her Cheshire cat look of sinister
delight. Then he felt his hand being pushed down. Madame had made her
choice.
He was about to ask her which one, but he thought better of it. He turned
to look at the statue, but he had done too good of a job on the girl for
nothing could be seen or heard to clue him in on Madame's choice. He took a
moment as he stared off to the side and then let out with a healthy laugh.
Madame put her arms around the Professor, this time seeking support and
comfort. He responded in kind, and once more the two kissed. A tender
loving kiss before a statue that was making a very faint sound of pleading
mercy. A sound that was quickly dissipating into the ether before reaching
a single living soul.
The two broke their loving embrace at the same time with Madame regaining
her formal manner first. She then told the professor, "I will have my aid
make arrangements for transporting your creation to the party Professor
Renols. Would you be so kind as to supervise it's, I mean, her transition?"
"It will be my pleasure to do whatever Madame wishes."
Madame echoed the man's knowing smiled as she turned and left the room.
When she was out in the hall, she fell back against the door as if in a
state of exhaustion. The ever vigilant Edward seen this and ran to Madame's
side.
"Madame? Madame Rouso? Are you all right? Madame?" Edward's voice was
noticeably alarmed by what he saw. But Madame slowly regained her energy
and looked upon Edward with the eyes of a school girl who just had her
first French kiss.
"Yes my dear Edward. All is well. Please go in and see to Professor Renols
needs won't you my friend?"
Edward was momentarily stun by Madame's more then pleasant mood, until he
seen a part of Madame's lipstick smudged upon her face. He then smiled and
responded "As you wish Madame. Is there anything else I can do for you
Madame," he asked knowing full well he would not receive an answer from
Madame as she was already on her way down the hall to the final room,
oblivious to all around her.
It was the last room for her to enter. She stood outside the door, one hand
on the knob ready to open it. She was back to her old self now as she
situated herself in preparation for what laid inside. A social smile graced
her face as she turned the knob and entered the room.
"Auntie!" Came a young female voice that greeted her from within.
"Olivia! My favorite niece in the whole wide world. How are you my dear?"
"Fine Auntie. Please come in and I'll show you what I have done to the girl
named Jennifer you gave me. Oh! I took the pleasure of renaming her, if you
don't mind," said the college girl with a slight sheepish grin on her face.
"Of course not my dear. What did you name her?" Madame put her arm around
her niece as they both began to walk to where Jennifer was waiting for
them.
"I call her Muffee'."
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Part 4
What will Jennifer's costume be? And what will finally happen to the gold
digging five?
