Chapter 6
After the 30-hour trip to St. Louis, the white van backed into the Premium Playthings loading bay. Gunner was there waiting for them as they uploaded their cargo and put her on a gurney.
“I see she has a few bruises on her. Did she give you any trouble?” Asked Gunner.
“No,” replied Jake. “I think that happened when Mr. Tyler restrained her.”
“Oh. Take her to room 3. We will start in the morning with her,” said Gunner.
Lauren's eyes slowly opened, blinking to get a focus. At first, she was disoriented but slowly realized that she was in a hospital room. Why was she here? Did she get hurt? As she tried to move her hand to her face, she found the medical restraints on her wrists and ankles. It was then that it all came back to her.
She had found Caroline as a sex doll and confronted Ben. Then he wrapped her in chains. The last thing she remembered was two men putting a cloth over her face. She started struggling against her bonds. She had to get out of there. She had to call the police to rescue Caroline.
Lauren struggled for hours. Her wrists hurt from pulling against the leather straps. Her voice was nearly gone from constantly yelling for help.
Finally, the door opened and a man and a woman entered wearing lab coats.
Lauren pleaded with them. “Please. You need to get me out of here. My husband is holding someone captive! Please help me.”
“Now calm down Mrs. Tyler. Everything will be fine.” the man said in a calm tone.
Lauren straining her arms and legs against the cuffs. “No! You don't understand. She’s in danger. You need to call the police!”
Just then another man walked into the room wearing slacks and a sweater vest.
“Please! You gotta help me.” Lauren said out of breath.
“Hello Lauren. My name is Gunner Beck. You are here with us at your husband’s request. You don’t need to worry about anything. My team will take good care of you,” said Gunner.
Please. You don't understand.” said Lauren pleading with this man. “I need to help Caroline!”
Gunner responded, “Don’t worry about Caroline. There is nothing you can do to help her now.”
“What is this place? Where am I?” Asked Lauren trying to get some information.
“The name of this place is not important,” said Gunner. “I own a company that creates special products for a very select type of client.”
“What?” Lauren said in a combination of contempt and disbelief. “Are you saying that Caroline is a product? She is a person who went missing years ago. She is not a product or some kind of sex toy. Wait a minute.” Lauren realizing her own situation, “What are you going to do with me? I’m not going to be a sex doll!”
“Well Lauren,” Gunner replied with a slight smile on his face. “It seems that in your position, you don’t have much of a choice. But since you asked, we create a wide range of products here. But I promise, you will not be a sex doll. Let’s play a little game, shall we? You will be with us for quite a while. During your time with us, why don’t you try to guess what you will be?”
Gunner turned to the man and woman in the room. “Let’s get her some sedation to calm her down. I want to start the conversion process as soon as possible. Let me know of her progress.”
Gunner turned and left the room as the woman replaced the IV bag hanging over her bed. Soon, she was semi-conscious, unable to speak or make much sense of what was happening to her. People were picking her up then she was rolling down a hallway, then she was in a dark room. People were talking around her but she couldn’t make sense of it.
“Take off her gown.” someone said
“Lay her on the table.” another said.
As she lay on the cold table, she wanted to move but thanks to the drugs in her system, her muscles were not responding. Suddenly, a series of laser beams surrounded her, moving left and right and up and down for several minutes.
“OK. The 3D imaging is complete.” Lauren heard a voice say. “Take her to exam room 2.”
After another wheelchair and another bright corridor, everything was a blur, she was put in another room. She felt herself being lifted onto a gynecological table. Her arms were put above her head and her thighs and ankles strapped to the stirrups.
Unable to fully comprehend what was happening in her drug induced haze, Lauren could feel fingers touching her most private parts. Soon, she could feel objects being inserted into her pussy moving around then in and out. She started to uncontrollably gyrate feeling pleasure. As soon as she started getting wet, the fingering stopped.
“We don't want to get this bitch too excited. I see she has a good sex drive.” One man said.
“Ha.” Another voice was heard chuckling “She’ll need it.”
“Make a note that we will only need minimal modifications to her vagina. Basic rejuvenation and tightening.” the first man remarked.
The two moved up to her large breasts. They took measurements around her tits and of her nipples.
“She looks like a C cup. The client wants them to be basically the same size but ‘enhanced’,” the second man said, using air quotes.
“We will need to remove some tissue to make room for the implants. That will also remove that slight sag,” said the first man.
Next, the men opened her mouth and inserted a dental mouth spreader. They put their fingers in her mouth moving her lips to check her teeth. Someone put something long and thin down her throat and she started to choke a little.
“Looks like she has a bit of a gag reflex. That should correct itself when her tongue is removed.” The first man said.
“Well, my dear, you have had a busy day. I'm sure you're exhausted. Let's get you back to your room.” the second man said.
Once Lauren was settled back in her hospital room, the restraints were put back on her to keep her secure. She kept thinking about her husband and Caroline.
“Why is this happening? How could these people get away with this? I always thought Ben was a good guy. He’s a monster. Does Chad know what is happening to me?” She thought as she cried herself to sleep.
The next morning, as she lay there on the hospital bed staring at the ceiling thinking about her situation, three men in medical garb came into the room.
“Good morning, Lauren. My name is Pete. This is Bill and this is Jeff. We’re here to take you to surgery.”
“Surgery?” Lauren said with great concern. “I don’t need surgery.”
Lauren started to struggle as Jeff put an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth.
The last thing she heard them say: “At least you won’t need all these restraints anymore.”
When she woke up shaking the fuzziness from her head, she saw that indeed she had less restraints. Looking down at her body, she saw that her upper torso was wrapped. Looking to her right and left, Lauren started to panic seeing that her arms were removed at the shoulders. She tried to squirm a little but found that she had limited movement.
She also noticed that there was a thick belt around her waist holding her to the bed. There were two more straps around her thighs just above the knees. She tried to wiggle her toes but they didn’t seem to respond. It appeared that her feet were also removed at the ankles.
Over the next two weeks, she had a series of operations to alter her digestive system. One notable thing was a tube that was routed through her right leg and out the stump for urination. From that point, there was no need for a catheter or a butt plug to be inserted. The tube emanating from her leg was attached to a collection bag. To test out her new digestive system changes, the nurses removed the IV from her thigh and gave her a liquid diet into her mouth via a large syringe.
When she had mostly recovered from that ordeal, The doctors started on more modifications. Steel bars were inserted into each calf perpendicular to the bone coming out the sides of her legs. Another surgery saw two bars fused to her skull at the back of her head. These were 19 inches long and set at a slight angle to each other creating a slight ‘V’ shape. Because of these additions, she needed to be strapped down on her stomach with those round bars sticking out the back of her head. She had no idea of these changes. All she knew was that the back of her head was very heavy and that her skull hurt like hell.
Each modification they did to her meant another series of laser scans. For most of her time at Premium Playthings, Lauren was sad about her situation and cried most of the time. Finally, she had had enough. She started swearing at the doctors and techs working on her. What are they going to do? They couldn’t punish her. Her life was already a living hell. They couldn’t make it worse. She was wrong.
One day Jeff and Bill came into her room. They unstrapped her from the bed and put her in a chair with a low back so that the black steel bars protruding from the back of her head could rest on the top of the back of the chair. Two more men she had never seen before came in carrying a heavy iron plate. It must have weighed 150 pounds by the way they were holding it. Bill tossed her donut pillow off the bed and the two big men installed the iron plate clamping it to the bed frame.
Lauren could see it had 2 holes near the center. As Bill and Jeff picked up Lauren and gently laid her back on the bed, one of the other men got ready two bolts and a socket wrench. They carefully positioned the ends of the steel bars over the holes in the plate by moving her head. She could hear the sound of the socket wrench clicking behind her. The torque of the socket wrench put pressure on the bars fused to her skull. It hurt like hell but she still didn’t know why. She protested by swearing and screaming at them. They decided to put duct tape over her mouth.
“Lauren, you need to calm down. We are not taking that tape off your mouth until you calm down.” Bill said.
Jeff added, “Let’s leave her alone to contemplate her situation”
The four men walked out of the room leaving Lauren alone. Moaning and screaming into the tape gag, she was flailing her body as much as she could and couldn’t understand why after all the movement that she was making that she could not move her head. She was laying there naked facing the ceiling. Her arms were completely gone and she had no feet. Every part of her was moving except her head. It was totally immobile anchored to the black iron plate. Lauren’s only restraint from now on was her head mounts. After she realized it was futile to fight them (and stupid to piss off her tormentors) she calmed down. A nurse eventually came in and removed the tape over her mouth. A few minutes later she dozed off.
The next day, she was calm. She knew she was at the mercy of these evil people. Jeff and Bill entered carrying a socket wrench.
“Please get me out of this. I promise I’ll be good.” Lauren pleaded.
“You have been pretty vocal lately.” said Jeff as he leaned down to her ear. “Actually, you’ve been a pain in the ass.” he whispered. “That changes today. Your new owner doesn't want to hear you complain, and frankly, I don’t blame him. So today, we will be taking that beautiful voice of yours.”
The two men sedated her, removed the bolts holding her head in place and put her on a gurney face down.
She woke up some time later in her room. Again, her only restraint was the back of her head. She tried to speak but nothing came out. She realized she couldn’t even form words. It seemed that they removed her vocal cords and her tongue. So much for arguing with them. Or pleading for mercy, for that matter.
Next, came breast augmentation. Her tits were already big but with surgery, they were made round. To achieve this, a lightweight liquid foam was added. Not only would they be round and firm but less likely of them sagging over time.
By now, all the major changes had been completed so it was time for more 3D laser scans. This time it took longer as the technicians needed to get this scan perfect.
In the early afternoon, she was taken in for one last medical procedure. Vaginal rejuvenation. After it was completed, the doctors had to check their work. They used various dildo sizes in her to check her tightness. They would have liked to fuck her but that was not allowed. Besides, her new owner should have that pleasure.
Over the next 3 weeks, Lauren was left alone to recover and get used to all the modifications done to her. No arms, no feet, no vocal cords, or tongue. Big round tits, and her head mounted to a 150-pound iron plate via two long bars.
“Good morning, Lauren.” Gunner said as he and Bill and Jeff walked into her room. “Today you are finally leaving this room. Do you remember almost four months ago when I asked you to guess what you will be? Well, have you figured it out yet?”
“I wonder when she’ll figure it out?” asked Jeff.
“It really doesn’t matter.” Gunner responded
After they unbolted her head, they put her in a wheelchair. As soon as the doctor let go of her head, it flopped back from the weight of the bars. As they rolled her to an elevator, all she could see was the ceiling of the elevator then of the shop.
They picked up the rods hanging off the back of the wheelchair for about fifteen seconds so she could see this new environment. She still couldn’t figure out how they were moving her head without touching it. She knew something heavy was attached to it but still did not know what. Then the door opened, she could hear lots of activity. The room was a large space about 60 by 80 feet and two stories tall. There must have been 30 people working in there. Some of them were walking around with parts in their hands and others working on various projects. Lauren was wheeled over to a work station near the middle of the room and introduced to two men and a woman.
“This is David and Harry.” Gunner said.
“Hi Lauren, welcome to the metal shop,” David said with a smile. “We’ve met. We brought in that steel plate for your head. This is Tracy. She will be helping us out today.”
As someone behind her was moving those bars operating her head movement like a remote control, Lauren looked at them and around the room wondering what was going to happen. The three were standing next to a 2-dimensional frame about four feet square and made from square tubular steel. This powder coated black frame was bolted to a large red rolling rack. The frame had two pairs of brackets at the bottom and a large steel plate near the top with two holes. The center of the frame was open. As she stared at it for a minute, she began to realize what it might be for. It was the steel plate with the holes that gave it away. It was her hell.
She was lifted up to the frame and held in place by David and Harry as Tracy bolted the bars at her calves to the frame. After she had the bolts tightened, she started on Lauren’s head. The two men lifted her up a little more and Tracy tightened those two bolts. Basically, most of her weight was on the bars bolted to her calves.
“Ok Lauren,” said Harry. “We are slowly going to let go of you. I need you to hold yourself up by your legs. The bars penetrating your calves are going to hurt like hell. But it will be nothing like the pain from those rods fused to your skull. If you don’t hold yourself up with your legs, then you will be hanging from your head. I promise it will only be for a short time.”
“Rods fused to my skull?” she thought. “What the hell did they do to me?”
Vary slowly the two men loosened their grip on Lauren’s waist. Lauren tried as best she could to adjust herself. The pain in her legs and head were excruciating. If she could have screamed, she would have. All she could do was cry in pain.
David wrapped a wide steel strap around her lower torso while Tracy put some protective cloth on Lauren’s back. Harry welded the ends of the strap together effectively making it a solid steel waist band permanently wrapped around her. When the steel had cooled, he removed the cloth from her and Tracy and David moved Lauren’s torso back into its final position while Harry bolted the waist strap to the frame. This put her torso level with the floor while her head faced straight forward. Her neck was bent backward at a 90-degree angle to her body. She was screaming on the inside and tears of pain flowed to the floor. She would have done anything to not have her head bent back at such a harsh and painful angle.
When they let go of Lauren, most of her weight was on the waist strap and less on her legs and head. However, the constant pulling on the back of her skull put her head in tremendous pain. They wanted to make this a permanent fixture so Harry also welded the bolts to the frame so they would never come loose. Tracy also grabbed a bag with a tube attached and plugged it into the collection tube exiting Lauren’s right leg stump.
After the mounting process was complete and once they were sure that everything was secure and that there was no bleeding, the three walked away ignoring the distressed woman hanging in the frame in terrible pain.
“Break time.” David said. “Yeah. I wonder if there are still some donuts in the lounge?”
Lauren watched them walk away to the other end of the shop and disappear through a door. It was as if they had already forgotten about her
Over the next week, Lauren stayed right there in the middle of the shop. Someone four times a day would squirt goop or water in her mouth. David and Harry would break away from their next project to check on her mounts. Others would stop by just to look at her and talk about her fame. Everyone else simply walked by her and didn’t even pay attention. She was just an object.
Lauren could see all the things that were happening in front of her. She was starting to get a sense of the kind of ‘products’ that were produced here and it was horrifying to see. She saw a woman with no limbs installed into a 4-foot square picture frame. Lauren couldn’t figure out how she stayed in the middle without sliding down. Another fixture was a chandelier with two blonde women mounted spread-eagle together with wires hanging from their arms and legs. The entire assembly was hanging from the high shop ceiling by a lift motor but was only about 5 feet off the floor so that the lights could be attached. Every time the bulbs were turned on, the girls would moan. One night, before the employees left, they raised the light fixture to the ceiling. The girls were left there hanging 20 feet off the floor overnight.
And yet another was a redheaded woman with gigantic tits and no legs. She was in a tall thin cage hanging from her wrists. Every time someone would walk by her, they would fondle her tits. That would make her swing like a pendulum.
Finally, someone came by and spoke to her like a human and not a piece of art or an object. Four men walked up to her.
“Lauren?” Gunner spoke with a smile in an upbeat tone. “I hope you have enjoyed your stay with us but now It’s time for you to go. This is Nick and Jake. They are going to deliver you to your new owners. How does that sound?”
We know moving is always traumatic,” said Jake. “And I’m sure you don’t want all that stress so we are going to sedate you for the trip.”
Nick put an oxygen mask over her nose and mouth and turned on the gas.
The last thing she heard was: “Before you know it this nightmare will be over. Or maybe just beginning.”