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Made to Order
by Tam Lin
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© 2011 - Tam Lin - Used by permission
Storycodes: M+/f; capture; kidnap; transport; transform; bodymod; lovedoll; inflatable; sex; oral; anal; reluct/nc; X
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Made to Order by Tam Lin M+/f; capture; kidnap; transport; transform; bodymod; lovedoll; inflatable; sex; oral; anal; reluct/nc; X

 

Amber knew it was going to be a bad day the moment she left the house. It was raining and she stepped into a puddle, soaking her new shoes and turning her feet icy cold.

Great, she thought. Well, it can only get better from here.

She had no umbrella, so she ran to the curb, trying to hail a taxi. If the first cab had stopped, nothing else that went wrong that day would have happened. But it passed her by and she was stuck waiting for five more minutes in the rain.

She did not see the man with the camera, the one taking shelter under the bus stop nearby. She did not realize she was being photographed, and as her cab pulled away, she could never have imagined what would happen to those photos. She thought about the day ahead of her. She thought she knew what was going to happen.

She was wrong.

***

Daniel mixed the morning's first martini and sat down to the computer. He glanced at his email and its endless, boring missives from his broker and business partners. He looked out the window at the gray, rainy, dreary day outside, and decided he needed a treat to improve his mood.

He closed his email and went to The Site. He looked over the new acquisitions, hoping something would catch his eye. He clicked through page after page of candid photos of women, most of them incredibly beautiful, all of them plainly unaware that they were being photographed. He yawned. Nothing special here.

The last one made him stop. It was a picture of an exasperated-looking woman standing in the rain. She was wet and bedraggled but still managed to look poised and refined. He sized her up from the photos; 5'7, 28-34 years old, Asian, light build. The heavy coat obscured her figure, but her one visible arm was thin and graceful-looking. He checked the tags and found that the photographs had been taken that very morning, right here in the city.

He looked at the price tag. It was a lot, but not more than his bonus last quarter. He could afford it. And after all, didn't he deserve it? He clicked the "Buy" button. A few minutes later he got a call to confirm. They told him to expect delivery that night. He smiled, sat back, and waited. It was going to be a good night.

***

Amber saw that it had finally stopped raining when she stepped off the bus that night.

It was a rule her father had taught her; you take a cab to a job interview, you take a bus back. The cab ride was quiet and private and helped you get your thoughts in order, and the bus ride shook you up and got you back out of your own private world. It was a good system.

She sighed when she thought about her father. She missed him.

She managed to step in the same puddle again on her way in. Well, at least it's almost over, she thought. Then a hand clapped over her mouth, and someone grabbed her, pinning her arms to her sides and pulling her into the nearby alley. She tried to scream but was muffled by her attacker's thick leather gloves. She kicked her legs, losing a shoe (it landed in the puddle).

She was dragged into a van idling nearby. The door slammed shut, and two large men in black clothes and ski masks held her down while a third drove.

"Did anyone see you?" said the driver.

"Nah," said one of the men, "we got in and out like clockwork."

Amber screamed, but the larger of the two men held her jaws shut while the other duct taped her mouth. One held her down while the other undressed her, stripping her clothes off.

'Oh God!', she thought, 'this can't be happening'.

"Wow, not bad," said one of the men. "Can we try her out before we deliver?"

"Keep it in your pants," said the driver. "This guy's our best customer. If he complains we'll all wake up at the bottom of the river."

'Who are they talking about?', thought Amber. 'Where were they taking her?'

"This guy orders a new girl every other week," said one of her kidnappers. "What do you think he does with them all?"

"Well, he doesn't keep them around, that's for sure," said the other. "It's too bad, she's pretty. Whatever he does with her will probably be a real waste."

Amber began to struggle again, but one of them pressed a damp rag that smelled like chemicals over her nose, and she blacked out.

***

When she came to she was naked in bed (whose bed?), handcuffed to the headboard and looking at the ceiling. The curtains were drawn away from the window, and she saw that the rain had picked up again. She heard someone clear his throat. A middle aged man in a black turtleneck was sitting at the bedside, smiling.

"Welcome back," he said.

She tried to talk. Still groggy, it took some effort. "Where am I?" she said. "Who are you?"

"Those are good questions," said the man. "Where you are is in my penthouse, and who I am is Daniel Forester. But you should probably just think of me as your owner."

She tugged at her restraints. The cuffs rattled. "Drop dead you fucking pervert!" she said. "Let me out of here!"

"Spunky," he said. "Good. I like that. As you can see by this room, I like only the best in everything I buy, and that includes women. I'm glad you're not disappointing me."

"You can't buy me, you lowlife," she said.

"Really? Well, here's the receipt. As you can see, you set me back quite a bit. You should be flattered." He smiled again. She trembled.

"What are you going to do to me?" she said.

"Nothing you won't enjoy, I promise," said Daniel. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table. She craned her head, trying to see what he was doing. He took a hypodermic needle from inside. She began to scream as loud as she could.

"That won't help you," said Daniel, priming the needle, "the walls are soundproof, and I own everything adjacent anyway, so it's mostly empty. What, are you worried about this? Don't be. It's just a little something to keep you, well, in good condition."

He sat down and brought the needle in close. She tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go.

"You can't just go buying women left and right you know. Where would you put them all? So I had to come up with a way to, let's call it, preserve my collection. It'll take a little getting used to, but I promise you'll enjoy it, once it's all over."

She screamed one last time, and then the needle went into her flesh, and suddenly she felt her body flush, and her muscles twitch, and her breathing cut off. Her eyes widened, and when she tried to scream she couldn't.

"There, there," said Daniel, stroking her hair. "It'll be over soon. I invented this compound myself. The results are nothing less than miraculous."

He took something that looked like a remote control from the drawer.

"Right now your molecular structure is completely malleable. The right signal can rearrange your basic elements into, oh, anything I imagine really. Of course, it only lasts for a minute, after which point usually you die if I haven't turned you into something. Don't worry though, I already knew what you were going to be when I ordered you."

He pressed a button. Amber felt strange all over. Her skin was becoming tight and stiff. Her arms and legs were paralyzed, and she couldn't turn her head. Daniel took the handcuffs off and her arms draped limply at her sides. She tried to sit up, to attack him, to run away, but it was useless; her body was no longer responding to her commands.

"You have such a beautiful body, Amber," he said. "You don't mind if I call you Amber, do you? It doesn't matter now. No one else is ever going to use your name again. No one will ever even see you again."

'This can't be happening', she thought, 'I'm dying'. But actually, she wasn't. She felt strange, it's true, but there was no pain, and she was still conscious.

Her skin stretched tight, and all the weight seemed to be leaving her, and she felt her mouth pucker into a tight O. There was a tingle down below as something happened with her pussy and ass. She felt her breasts expand and stretch tight. What was going on?

Now her vision blurred. She could still see, but it was like staring through a gauzy film. Daniel leaned over her, talking very loudly so that she could hear him through the rushing noise (like air through a seashell?) that filled her ears.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said. "Would you like to see how you turned out?"

He picked her up, and at first she thought he must be inhumanly strong, but then she realized that no, she was just light as a feather now. He propped her up in front of a mirror. Her silhouette looked odd, her posture rigid and unnatural.

It wasn't until Daniel turned up the lights that she really saw what had happened to her; saw the glossy PVC skin, the painted features of her face, the soft inflatable bags that were her breasts...

"Impressive, isn't it?" said Daniel. "See, you can't keep women just lying around, but a blowup doll, well, you can leave that anywhere, and have as many as you want. Pretty special, huh?"

'No, no, no, please God, this is a dream, please let this be a dream', Amber thought. Daniel took her back to the bed. She stared at the ceiling, unable to do a thing to help herself.

"You may wonder why I don't just buy a normal doll," said Daniel. She heard a zipper and realized he was undressing. "Well, the fact that you're wondering that should answer the question for you. I like knowing that my doll is thinking and feeling and reacting to me, even if she can't show it."

He lay naked on the bed next to her. His hands explored her soft rubber flesh. There was a sound like a balloon stretching. 'I'm not even real anymore', she thought. 'I'm just an inflatable toy'.

"And this solves the moral dilemma you were talking about earlier," he said. "It's true, you can't buy a woman, but you can buy a sex toy. As soon as you stop thinking of yourself as a person, it'll be easier to accept that you're my property now."

He stroked her nylon hair. "We're going to have a lot of fun together, Amber. Let's get started."

'Oh no', she thought, 'don't you touch me, don't you dare-oh!'

Daniel's big, thick cock slid into her inviting rubber pussy. The inflated cavity of her body took him in, soft rubber stretching as he lay on top of her. Amber felt a thrill of pleasure. She couldn't help it; she hadn't yet lost the sensation of touch, and it was hard to feel any other way when a gigantic dick was stuffed into her pussy.

"See?" said Daniel. "It's not so bad."

He began to fuck her, and Amber moaned with delight. Or at least, she tried to. She was soft and pliant, and he thrust into her again and again. Amber forgot all about being frightened and horrified, instead overcome with wave after wave of bliss. He squeezed her inflatable tits as he fucked her over and over.

"You get used to it fast, don't you?" said Daniel. She didn't answer. Even if she could have, she wouldn't. She was too busy being fucked to worry about these things.

After cumming into his new doll's pussy, Daniel bent her over and shoved his cock into the hot latex O of her mouth. Amber had always hated giving blowjobs when she was human, but now it wasn't so bad. She loved the feeling of his thick shaft on her pouty rubber lips. She even started to love the way he manhandled her, how easily her helpless inflatable body was moved around, repositioned, and used however he wanted.

By the time he began fucking her ass she was already used to thinking of herself as a sex toy, and that sealed her fate. The only reason she was still conscious and self-aware was that she'd been thinking of herself as human. But the more she gave in to her new condition, the further she drifted away. Unbeknownst to Amber, Daniel was fucking the humanity out of her, turning her into a soulless rubber sex toy with every thrust of his throbbing cock.

Her sense of self dwindled as the night went on. She never noticed. She basked in pleasure, used and fucked by her owner again and again. By morning she was gone. Daniel sighed. They never lasted. Still, he would keep her shell around a while longer, to savor the memories. She was still beautiful, after all, and still fuckable.

In the next room, his computer beeped. New acquisitions. He would look them over later. When he was done with this one.

 

13.11.11

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