Erica deconstructed

Erica deconstructed

Part 2

Natalie comes into the room and begins to wash my tears away and wipe me down all over, and a few minutes later Suzanne comes in and says, “Miss Debra is with the buyers now. I’m to let her know when you’ve finished with her so they can all come in and inspect the merchandise.” “Sure mom”, replies Natalie, “I’ll only be a few minutes now.” I’m not crying any more, my mind is numb, I can’t, and don’t want to, think. I just lie there, yes, like a product on display. When Natalie is done with me, I can see in the mirror that I am “presentable” again, except for my red eyes. Nothing to be done about that though. Suzanne walks up to me smiling broadly, looks me in the eyes, and says, “you know you deserve this don’t you?” I can’t answer and she doesn’t really want one. She laughs, turns away, and leaves the room. In a couple of minutes Debra comes back in along with Suzanne and two beautiful Mexican women. I know the older one, she is in her late 30’s, her name is Yvonne, and she is someone Debra and I both worked for at one time. I know she is very wealthy, and a member of a Mexican family who controls a large part of one of the states there. If she is “the buyer”, I know I will never be seen alive again in the USA. My heart is pounding and my head is throbbing, and I can think of nothing, only stare at her and the younger woman.

Yvonne and the other one, a girl I see now, mid-teens in age I think, come over and start to rub their hands along my body; to “inspect” me . . . and I know that’s exactly what they are doing. She turns to Debra and says, “this is my daughter, Maya. This one, she nods her head towards me as she speaks, is to be her 15th birthday gift.” Yvonne squeezes my thigh and says to Debra, “I’ve always admired those beautiful legs of hers, it’s really a shame . . . !? Personally I would have stopped with the vocal cords, clit and arms. And your suggestion to put in that jaw implant that holds her pretty mouth always open was brilliant, I love that.

But her daughter interrupts with, “mama, you PROMISED. THIS is what I want!” She shows Debra and her mother a drawing and I see it too for just a moment.

But it is stuck in my mind forever! I start to whimper and cry again. Oh no, please. I’m thinking, Debra, PLEASE . . . NO!” Debra and Yvonne turn away leaving her daughter to stroke and pinch my helpless body, a cruel, evil gleam in her pretty, dark eyes. Yvonne says to Debra, “it’s something she found on the internet and she asked me . . . ? I thought you could help and now I see exactly what you can do, just like you said. If it was for me I would stop here, I like very much what you’ve done with this one, and with that she gives my butt a slap. But I promised my Maya what she wanted for her birthday; an older woman fixed like that, so I have to go ahead and have you finish it for her.”

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So much is a blur now. I only remember waking up in bed now and then, feeling strange and light-headed. My arms itched and ached, and my legs too, but I couldn’t seem to scratch them. Everything felt cramped, I wanted to move, to sit up, but I couldn’t. I had forgotten what led up to this, I just thought I was sick, but recovering. And every time I awoke, I soon drifted back into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Then one day as I looked up at the woman who had been caring for me (Natalie, my friend’s daughter, I remembered her) as she was gently washing me. I could see her turn her head and see her lips move, as if she were speaking to another person in the room . . . but I couldn’t hear a thing. Total silence, so complete I could almost “hear” the lack of sound. Then the people she was talking to, came to my side and leaned over me, and I could see them too, and watch their lips move, but I couldn’t hear anything. I was puzzled. And the two women looked familiar, a beautiful late 30’s Spanish woman I was certain I had met before and another younger one, just a teenager, but even more beautiful. But as I stared at them I began to remember, and it suddenly hit me . . . I remembered who they were, what had been done to me! Yvonne, my former friend and her daughter Maya! Oh no, I thought, OH NO!!!!

In my mind I screamed and screamed, but I knew that all they heard were soft, shrill squeals and moans, as I sobbed uncontrollably. I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks. Oh god, I was SO helpless, so, so helpless . . .

Then Leslie, the surgeon, came into my tear-blurred view. I “saw” them talking, and saw Maya point at my eyes. Then Maya put her fingers into my mouth and spread my jaws open wide as she and Leslie talked. While I was unable to hear them talk I knew what they were talking about. OH MY GOD! Leslie smiled and nodded her head, Maya beamed and smiled so widely, she hopped up and down like a child (which I suppose she was, but in a woman’s body) clapping her hands. She hugged and kissed her mother and then for good measure, kissed Leslie too. I saw Leslie’s extended finger come towards one of my eyes. I could see that the tip of it held a large opaque black contact lens. The other fingers spread my eyelids open wide and she touched the contact lens against my eyeball, blocking out the vision entirely. I moaned and whined, but it meant nothing to any of them, and Leslie quickly inserted one into my other eye. Oh God, oh God I thought . . . no voice, no hearing, no sight, no arms, no legs, no sexual organs. What WAS I now, was I anything? But I knew that I WAS something, something dreadful . . . a toy for selfish, greedy little Maya! Then I felt my torso rolled on its side and felt the sharp pain of a needle being thrust deep into my buttock . . . then I began to drift away . . .

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At some later point (I couldn’t know when, all sense of time was gone for me) I came half awake. I didn’t see or hear anything, I was just in a sort of ”dreamy” state of mind, my thoughts all seemed a little “out of focus”, a bit like I was floating perhaps. I felt myself lifted and placed somewhere. I came to rest on a soft surface of fragments, perhaps packing foam. Tubes were run down my throat and nostrils, and inserted into my anus and urethra. I felt straps being pulled tight over my torso, then more of that . . . packing foam was it? There were other large, heavy things placed near me, and while I couldn’t hear anything I could faintly feel some subtle, machine-like vibrations.

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I felt myself lifted from where I lay and then laid down on a hard, cold surface. The tubes were all removed and I lay there a while. I was groggy, but felt that I wanted to get up, and tried to do just that. I was confused, I couldn’t move my arms or legs, hands or feet. I could twist my torso a little, side to side, front to back, but not much movement. I blinked my eyes to clear them, but it stayed dark; the lights must be out I thought. I wanted to work my jaws, they seemed sore, but I couldn’t close my mouth at all, I could feel that my mouth was stretched wide open.  I felt hands on my body, gently washing and rubbing my torso, almost a massage.

As I began to relax, I also began to remember! It came back slowly, so slowly, and I labored to pull what I could from my memory. There were blank spots, but finally I remembered . . . I remembered it ALL. And I screamed and screamed as my mind reeled! Oh God, I remembered . . . I knew what I had been made into. The picture that Maya had shown Leslie and Debra! That was what I looked like now!!!! I couldn’t see, speak or hear; my mouth was held wide open (a special custom-made dental implant, but I never knew that); my beautiful legs and arms were gone; just a torso and head now, no hearing, speech or vision. I wanted to get away from this place, to get away from Maya and her mother . . . but it couldn’t have been more impossible. I had fantasized about the “ultimate bondage”, and now I was living it. The fantasy was better! HOW had this happened to me? Had I shared this fantasy with Debra? I didn’t recall it, but she had gotten the idea from somewhere!

My vagina lips and clitoris had been neatly removed and stitched together, there was only a small white scar-line where it had been, and there was only a tiny hole for urination (Maya had wanted only 2 holes in her new toy, mouth and rectum. The strong, athletic, intelligent woman that was Erica Bennett less than a year ago was GONE . . . I was nothing anymore, only an OBJECT! I had been turned into a sex-toy for a spoiled young girl!

I knew my sanity wouldn’t last long, I HOPED it wouldn’t!

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Today it was Maya’s birthday, the day of her party. Of course she knew what her gift was, but she was so excited to show it to all of her friends. She had invited some 20 of her young friends and relatives to her party, and they were all in attendance. Everyone was seated now, and staring at Maya’s birthday gift, and expressing their amazement. It had been hung from a strap tight around its waist, upside-down over the center of the dining table, a bowl placed underneath it to collect the saliva that ran helplessly from its downward-facing mouth. And a large candle had been inserted deep into its rear and lighted. It looked like some strange, exotic light fixture. It seemed to feel something as the candle burned and streams of wax ran down its torso, quivering and twitching as the wax hit its tender flesh.

Maya said to them, “after dinner we can take it down and you can all play with it. I have strap-on dildos for the girls, but I don’t think the boys will need that”, giggling with excitement. As they were finishing dessert the gift was thrashing wildly from the straps suspending it over the dining table and making all sorts of grunts and squeals. It was covered with perspiration. Maya’s cousin grabbed a glass of water and poured it onto the candle, which had now burned down so that it was burning inside the poor creature. She said to Maya, “you should be careful with your birthday gift, it won’t last long if you don’t take care of it”! Maya just laughed and replied, “oh, if I break this one Momma will get me another one”.

Then dinner was over and the maid had cleared the table. Several pairs of hands took the gift down from its hanging position and laid it on the table. Maya said, “I’m the first to try it, but then all of you get a chances, as many chances as you want”. Then she lifted her skirt to reveal a huge strap-on. The gift was lying on the table face down and Maya pulled it over so that its rear was just at the table edge. Then she gripped its hips tight, digging her fingernails in, and plunged into the poor things rear. It squirmed and flopped as best it could, and Maya knew she was hurting it, and smiled . . . she was a cruel, selfish little girl. After a time she flipped it over on its back and grabbed the hair to pull it so the head hung just over the edge of the table. It was gasping, and its mouth was held open wide by the implant that had been put into its jaws. Then Maya plunged her huge strap-on into its mouth and down its throat, pumping in and out. By then Maya was gasping from exertion, and she said breathlessly, “O.K., everybody else now”, and they scrambled for a place in line to use the gift Maya was so generously sharing with them. Soon the gift was on a smaller table in the next room and its front and rear holes were being used at the same time. And the girls would sit on its face and feel its tongue thrust madly into their pussies and asses. It must have thought that pleasing them would ease its torment . . . but it was wrong.

Than Maya brought out some whips and riding crops, and those wer e used. Hours later Maya’s friends had all gone home and she was exhausted from the excitement of the evening. And she was so happy . . . momma had gotten her just what she had asked for! But now time for bed.

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But then there was tomorrow . . . and the next day . . . ?!?!

And THEN . . . the rest of my life. My mind reeled. Please, I begged myself, PLEASE go mad soon!