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An American Pervert In London by Bill Lemieux Part
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
An American Pervert
In London
by
Bill Lemieux
Part 4
While Mandy oohed and ahhed over Ellen's designs, Flora and Jason headed off
through the convention dealer's room to see what other delights the place
might hold for the kinky shopper.
Almost immediately, Jason saw something that nearly made him collapse with
silent laughter. At Flora's questioning look, he pointed. The elderly couple
they had earlier noticed coming off the elevator were now browsing the dealers
room, dressed in matching outfits of black and white vinyl! The lady caught
Jason looking at them, and nodding in recognition, smiled at them politely.
Flora and Jason continued on their way, with bemused expressions on their
faces.
Many of the tables on this side of the room appeared to be for mobile "clubs"
and social organizations, which surprised Jason, since he had expected such
groups to adopt a low profile since the notorious Spanner Case. After talking
with several party organizers however, they discovered that at least here in
England, the pervy crowd had opted to fight back with pride and public
presence. In doing so, it was hoped that they would not be so easily
dismissed as a "lunatic fringe" by the relatively conservative local media.
Finally, they began seeing more interesting booths and tables. Tugging his
arm, Flora pulled him over to one that he'd missed. The owner appeared to be
selling sculpture, since the centerpiece of her display was a lifelike, ebony
statue of a woman. Most of the other shoppers merely glanced at the statue
and moved on. When Flora showed more interest, the woman got up from her
stool and introduced herself.
"Hi, I'm Lori," she said, offering a hand to Flora, while giving Jason the
once-over-lightly. "Are you interested in a cocoon?" she asked.
"Well, I..." faltered Flora, shooting a puzzled look at Jason.
"You mean, waitaminute- that's not a statue?" Jason interrupted.
"A cocoon, as I said. My lover is inside. Don't worry- she's fine, just
immobilized rather thoroughly. Since each one is made from a mold of the
person's body, it is a perfect custom fit... and quite snug."
Jason took a closer look at the cocoon. It was jet black, and polished to a
high gloss. Tall and sculpted realistically in the form of a thin yet
attractive nude woman, the sculpture was possessed of an almost surreal
beauty. She had slender almost boyish hips; small, rather pointed breasts,
and long, muscular legs. She looked like a dancer, and he said so.
"She is. Or was rather, now she's a maid, more or less," Lori replied.
"What, er, what is it made of?" asked Flora, who already had a gleam in her
eye.
"Fiberglass reinforced resin. The base on this one is marble, although we
usually make it from finished wood. The fiberglass is nearly a centimeter
thick, so it is quite heavy. On the plus side, it's almost completely
soundproof. Here, take a flyer." She handed each of them a color brochure
containing pictures of the manufacturing process. While they read, and looked
over the pictures, she continued.
"As you can see, we first make a full body plaster cast of the subject.
That's a lot of fun, even if it's not as useful as the finished item."
Jason and Flora exchanged looks. They had both had the titillating, if
somewhat frightening experience of full body casts not so very long ago.
"Then, a positive is cast using steel-reinforced Hydrocal, which gives us a
sturdy form, an exact duplicate of the slave. The fiberglass is laid up on
that. That last picture there shows some options we made for a recent
customer in the U. S.- interchangeable bust cups with various devices built
in, head fittings, crotch accessories, and so on. The version I brought here
is pretty basic- it's one of the first we ever made. Oh and of course, you
can have your choice of color, too.
We're seriously thinking of offering one in transparent acrylic plastic but
it would be hideously expensive and about twice as much work."
Jason nodded toward the `statue'. "How long do you keep her in there?"
"Depends on my mood- and hers. And how good she's been." She glanced at her
watch. "Right now, she's going on seven hours."
"SEVEN HOURS?" exclaimed Jason. He realized he'd nearly shouted and
immediately looked sheepish. "Well, I mean, that seems like a long time for
something that severe."
"It isn't necessarily severe at all- it's quite comfortable really, since it
conforms to her body exactly." She grinned. "Which is not to say it can't be
MADE unpleasant, or for that matter, pleasurably distracting- there are a few
options, even on this model." She was obviously warming to her subject, no
doubt recognizing a pair of potential customers when she saw them.
She moved to the `statue' and pointed out various features as she lectured.
"The natural curves of the human body made hinges quite impossible, so we had
some small latches designed- they run down each side. They're morticed into
the edges, so they're not very noticeable.
The edges are made with tongue-and-groove construction, and a neoprene gasket
runs around the entire perimeter, making for a water-tight, and for all
practical purposes air-tight, seal. For that reason, we will not ship a
cocoon without both mouth and nose openings, since otherwise, it's impossible
to tell whether your slave is in trouble, or even breathing."
She took out a small mirror from under the counter and held it below the nose
of the tall form. When she showed it to them, Jason saw mist quickly
disappearing on the glass. This produced a powerful reaction in him that he
couldn't quite explain the source of, but the result was plain. He shifted
his stance, to hide his growing excitement. It was as if, until she'd
produced the mirror, the discussion had all been theoretical, but now, faced
with proof that there was indeed a living, breathing person inside that ebony
sculpture, someone who had the same beautiful shape as the exterior, he
experienced a unique, empathic thrill.
"As I was saying," Lori went on, "there are a few features that I think of as
standard, even though we've only made a few of these so far.
Although you can't see it, the crotch has places where vibrators, butt-plugs
and so on can be fitted, and..." she inserted a small tool from her pocket
into the statue's navel, "the entire crotch can be removed completely,
granting access to the slave's genitals." Lori pulled at the crotch, and a
narrow curved section, extending from just below the navel to the bottom of
the buttocks, now came away in her hands. The seams were so finely matched,
that they had been invisible until she had opened the panel.
She pulled it down with exaggerated slowness, and soon they saw why.
Attached to it's inner surface, and presumably being withdrawn from the woman
inside, was a tremendous, tapering plug that seemed entirely too long and
thick for the scale of the slender statue. At it's base it had to be at least
four inches in diameter, it's tapered length appeared roughly ten inches long,
and the blunt, rounded end seemed reminiscent of a golf ball. As she set the
plate aside, long slimy strands of some stringy, artificial lubricant
stretched between the panel and where it had just been, as if the statue were
reluctant to give up that which had recently been so intimately connected with
it. Removing the panel revealed a small patch, perhaps fore inches wide, of a
naked, hairless mons. A faint gleam hinted at piercings or some other
hardware, nestled between her lips.
Jason glanced at Flora, and they shared a wide-eyed, disbelieving look.
Neither could quite believe that that giant dong had been inside a real
person.
When they looked back, Lori was sitting on the stool close to the statue,
donning a black latex opera-length glove, and squeezing lubricant onto it.
She smeared it liberally over the glove, then paused theatrically to smile at
her visitors.
"I suspect my Amy is loose enough by now, wouldn't you think?"
Jason and Flora just gaped back as Lori turned and began easing her fingers
inside the rear end of the statue. In the space of ten seconds, her hand had
disappeared. She appeared to be moving her fingers, because they could see
the muscles in her forearm working. Lori returned their stares with a slight
smile. She leaned a little closer to her work, and moved her arm up. To
Jason's utter amazement, after a little working and slow movements back and
forth, Lori had her arm inside the statue up to her elbow. Even taking into
account the fact the Lori's arm was considerably smaller than his, he was
quite taken aback, and for a flashing instant, had a vision of what the person
inside must be experiencing.
Lori spoke for the first time in several minutes. "It's very tight-there's
almost no room inside for her body to expand." She moved her other hand up
and began manipulating the occupant's front with a single pinky finger, which
she worked in between the labia. After a few moments, she sped up her hand
motion, then stopped. After a moment, she slowly, very slowly, eased out her
other arm and hand.
"There," she said, looking quite pleased with herself as she stripped off the
long rubber glove. "That will be her fourth orgasm since she went inside this
morning- and one she won't soon forget, I imagine. So-" she looked Flora
steadily in the eye, "-think you're ready for one?"
"An orgasm?" interjected Jason.
"No idiot," Flora shot back, "one of those." She looked nervously from Lori
to Jason to the statue, and back to Lori again.
"Well, actually, it does sound fun, but... well, it would be up to my, um,
our, mistress." She looked down at the table, then up at Lori through lowered
eyelashes- her best submissive look. Jason had to struggle to suppress his
laughter.
"Of course, of course," soothed Lori, "don't you worry your pretty little
head about it." She smiled as a cat might smile at a bird she was planning to
have for lunch.
"Just give her one of my cards, won't you?" She handed Flora a plain white
business card.
SARCOPHAGUS
INCORPORATED
Lori Nielson, prop.
"Thanks," Flora managed to stammer.
"Yes, thanks," added Jason, "but we've really got to get going..." Flora
stared fascinated over her shoulder at the cocoon, as Jason nearly dragged her
away.
-=O=-
They walked slowly away from the Sarcophagus Incorporated table, both of them
slightly dazed. After a moment, Jason broke the silence.
"I guess what amazes me is that she can get away with fisting someone, right
out in front of God, Freud, and everybody... I mean, what with the Spanner
Case, you'd think everyone would be overly cautious."
Flora wore a bemused expression on her face. "If you think about it," she
replied, "she wasn't doing anything all that attention -getting. After all,
that cocoon DOES look like a statue- hell, you could have it in the corner of
the dining room at High Tea. Any casual observer could assume she had her arm
inside a hollow statue-that would be a natural assumption, wouldn't it? I
mean, unless you take more than a moment to think about what she was doing...
I don't know. Hey- what's this?"
They had come to a stop, as if by some silent agreement, in front of one of
the largest purveyors of latex and rubber clothes. This place stood out from
the rest however, if for no other reason than they had taken up three booth
spaces with their tables and racks, and had an unusually large share of the
convention-goers gathered around. Another reason was the highly professional
and slick appearance of their presentation. Their area was against one wall,
and they had put dozens of huge photo-posters of their fashions high up on the
wall. Below the pictures was a continuous row of clothes racks running the
width of the booth, holding an astonishing variety of odd-looking clothing and
accessories.
In front of the racks were three platforms, upon which models displayed the
company's wares. Curtained booths at either end of the area were apparently
being used as changing areas.
But the first thing that Flora noticed was the unusual appearance of the
models. The girls at either end wore fantastic-looking molded rubber
fashions. The one on the left, a blond man with chiseled features and a
weight-lifters body, wore an unusual tanktop of very shiny silver latex, which
had molded conical spikes covering it in symmetrical patterns. His leather
thigh boots by contrast, were black and had large, conical metal spikes
attached along the shins, at the front and sides of the knee, and at the back
of the heels. She noted with interest that the boots had platform soles and
tall stiletto heels. She decided she liked this look on a man. His opposite
partner, on the right-hand platform, was a red-head, judging from the ponytail
protruding from the top of her helmet.
Her costume was much more interesting than the male's, at least in Flora's
opinion. A rather bizarre catsuit of polished lime green latex, it had a
molded and heavily-boned corset built right in. The corset portion featured a
complex "biomechanical" design molded into it, with exaggerated ribs. The
bust cups were covered in rubber spikes, and a complicated skeletal pattern,
like the spine of a robot, was molded into the back. The rest of the suit
consisted mainly of sheets of thick rubber joining the arms and legs, the
open-faced helmet, and sides of the suit, such that unless she made an effort,
the model was encouraged by the slightly stretched material to stand with her
legs wide apart, and her arms akimbo over head. The "wings", the sheets
joining each arm to it's corresponding leg, were painted or airbrushed with
elaborate, semi-mechanical tendon designs. The whole effect was a bit like a
green cybernetic flying squirrel. Flora saw that since the helmet was
incorporated into the rubber sheet joining the arms, it was nearly impossible
for the model to move her head.
Flora stared in rapt fascination at the woman for several minutes, while the
model turned slowly, occasionally demonstrating that she could in fact move
her arms and legs around, but judging from the determined look on her face, it
took considerable effort.
Finally, Flora turned her attention to the center, slightly higher, dais.
This platform was somewhat larger than the other two, with a railing
surrounding it, and was obviously intended to be the centerpiece of their
display. It was occupied by someone of unknown sex wearing a black rubber
inflatable full-body suit. It appeared, after she examined it awhile, that
the chest, pelvis, and legs could be inflated separately from each other, as
well as the helmet, hands, and feet. Each hand had been inflated so large
that they gave the wearer the appearance of a collection of giant sausages and
basketballs. The legs and arms were swelled to the degree that the arms were
forced nearly to the horizontal, while the legs were pushed wide apart. No
shoes or boots were worn on the feet- hardly surprising, since they too were
inflated to gargantuan size. The whole assemblage gave the impression of a
collection of black balloons that had decided to go for a walk.
The face of the helmet was devoid of any decoration or features, except for a
single fitting where Flora thought the mouth might be. She wondered for a
moment about the sex of the person inside.
Occasionally, and seemingly with great difficulty since the legs were being
pressed wide apart, the wearer would turn around to face the opposite
direction, so that customers could see the other side.
When he (or she- it was impossible to tell) turned around, Flora saw that a
collection of small hoses depended from the waist at the back of the suit, and
ran down to a small box, held by one of the employees sitting in a chair.
Another hose connected to the box and led under one of the tables.
One of the other employees leaned down to speak in the seated operator's ear,
and a moment later, a faint hissing was heard, as the suit's body, hands, and
feet deflated to more normal proportions. In a few seconds, the figure looked
human again, merely another rubber fiend, trapped in an elaborate body suit.
In fact, it was now possible to guess the gender of the model inside, as the
swell of hips and breast became apparent beneath the now relaxed sheets of
rubber, as did an unusually shaped bulge at the crotch. Now Flora noticed
small wires leading from the crotch and breasts, that joined the bundle of
tubing from the control console.
Judging from the normal size of the mittens, and the fact that the suit
appeared to be made from fairly heavy rubber, Flora imagined that when
inflated, the fit inside must be very tight indeed!
After a moment, faint hissing was again heard, and the occupant's hands flew
to her crotch, as some unseen force caused her balance to become noticeably
uncertain. The next moment her hands pawed desperately at her chest, as her
breasts appeared to swell in size from inside the suit. In a short time, her
bust had swollen to legendary proportions, and several onlookers began to
chuckle. Whatever unseen event had caused her to wobble was still at work
apparently, for her hands moved again to her crotch for a moment, and then she
slowly sank to her hands and knees, her chest heaving. It was obvious that
she was breathing deeply and hard. The operator allowed her to stay in that
position for only a moment, then one hand and a leg began to inflate. As the
leg was forced straight and her hand swelled, she was slowly pushed over onto
her side.
Eventually, the occupant seemed to get the idea, and struggled deliberately
onto her back. A twist of another dial on the operator's box, and her leg and
hand gradually resumed their normal size.
The subject had taken to squirming in decidedly excited ways, moving her
hands across her ridiculously-sized chest and through her crotch. Flora
wondered with great interest just what was going on inside the suit down
there.
Apparently, this wasn't enough for the operator, for soon the suit again
swelled all over, forcing the occupant's arms and legs wide again. In fact in
her new position, there wasn't enough room within the rails for her limbs, and
her hands and feet wound up outside the railing supports, below the bottom
rail. After no more than a minute, her legs and arms were held rigidly away
from her body, but the hands and feet of the suit continued to swell for
another minute. When they stopped, it was clearly impossible to withdraw them
through the rails- she was trapped in place by the suit! The audience
applauded, while the occupant of the suit began to squirm and vibrate in
ernest- it was apparent that there was more happening inside the suit than met
the eye externally. Finally, the subject arched her back, her pelvis held
above the floor for a long moment, while the onlookers held their breath.
Then she collapsed with a thump, and instantly, the entire suit deflated.
The collected crowd broke into enthusiastic applause, and loud conversations
resumed along the front of the booth.
"I'll bet that would keep you frustrated for a while," came a voice at
Flora's shoulder. She turned toward the voice and got a fast peck on the lips
for her trouble. Mandy had caught up with them, and was admiring the
inflatable suit as well.
"Have you looked in their catalog yet?" she asked, "they have a lot more of
this sort of thing- they're really innovative, I think. Grab one for me, will
you?"
She turned her attention to Jason, who was more entranced by the redhead in
the "bat-suit". "Hey, big boy, buy a lady a drink?" She smiled at his
startled look when he turned and saw who it was.
"Hey lover," he said, hugging her, "did you and... Ellen was it? ...you and
Ellen- figure out a design?" He glanced significantly at the bags Mandy was
toting. Obviously, she had been doing more shopping.
"Mm-hmm, that Ms. Schiffer is a bonafied genius- I'll have to put blindfolds
on you and Flora to keep you from drooling on me when you see it. The best
part is... she says she can have it ready for the Grand Ball Sunday night!"
Jason looked dubious. "How?! Unless she has an army of people still working
back at her shop... Say, about that drink..."
"Count me in too," Flora chimed in. She sounding a bit breathless, Jason
thought. "I could use a- I'm a little ah..." she looked again at the inflated
suit, and the "bat-suited" woman. "I just need a drink," she finished lamely.
Jason laughed, Mandy laughed, and finally Flora joined in. Mandy handed a
shopping bag to each, and taking her lovers and slaves arm-in-arm, marched
together with them, in search of the bar.
-=O=-
...to be continued
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