Copyright 2005 Franklin Stein

Warning of adult content.

This story also contains the use of drugs which I have to stress is pure fantasy just like those bad T.V. programmes you saw growing up which contained such things. I know and readers of this story should also know that if such things are practiced in the real world people can end up dead as a result. Not much fun there then.

The Crimson Shadow: Mergers and Acquisitions

Another day and another job for the Shadow, a well paid job that is. Ms Warmald was a dominatrix and she was about to get 'The Shadow treatment'. The Shadow was being paid by a businessman to take her out of circulation. The dominatrix had befriended his daughter and she was being dragged into her 'filthy world.' "She used to be respectable now she dresses like a slut," he said, "God knows what that weirdo has done to her." The words of her client repeated in the Shadow's head as she hid in her target's bedroom. In truth the Shadow needed little other excuse than to get paid well to carry out a hit. The woman had been moving about in the bathroom for about thirty minutes now and the Shadow had used the time to go through the ambush in her mind. The sound of the door handle turning brought the Shadow's mind to focus. The target's footsteps grew close; the Shadow grasped her handcuffs. A short stout blond walked up to the bed in a cream coloured silk kimono. The Shadow crept up from behind he door. The woman shrieked as her hands were rapidly thrust around her back as the Shadow tried to handcuff the woman. The handcuffs went flying onto the bed in the struggle and so the Shadow had to pull out the white cotton rag. The Shadow smothered her prey's face with the cloth. As the two figures danced around the room the woman's kimono came loose and exposed the dominatrix' pale tubby body. The dominatrix was dropped backwards onto the bed unconscious. As the Shadow went to remove the Kimono the woman sprung into life, grabbed the Shadow's left hand and twisted the surprised Shadow onto her front on the bed. The discarded cotton rag muffled the Shadow's cries of rage as the anaesthetic subdued the wild beast. The Shadow gazed up from her lying position on the bed at her pale breasted Captor. "I’ve been waiting a long time for you Shadow; you'll make a good submissive to me dear!" Ms Warmald smirked as she rolled the dazed Shadow onto her side. "Do you like the feeling of tight leather rubbing your bald pussy to a shimmering shine? Do you like the feeling of a vibrator stuffed up your anus? Would you like the idea of having six girls mauling and groping you, glossing your naked flesh with their pussy lubricant? I will subject you to every one of these experiences and you will end up easy to please!" Ms Warmald went to her cupboard and got out a large plastic frame.

Ms Warmald lay dozing on the bed after pleasing herself for one hour with a shiny metal vibrator. She was wearing the Shadow's crimson jump suit, which was visibly wet at the crotch. A moaning noise could be heard coming from a red plastic body shaped tomb at the end of the bed. "Oh you want to get out do you slut!" Ms Warmald sprung to life and walked up to the tomb. The tomb had an open back; the Shadow had been forced into the plastic frame front first and was strapped in place, with her legs together and her arms by her sides. She was held in place at the ankles, thighs, waist, neck, head, wrists, shoulders and elbows. Ms Warmald ran her index finger down the Shadow's bare back and then canned the Shadows buttocks with a hairbrush repeatedly. By the time she had stopped the Shadows buttocks were glowing shades of red. Ms Warmald picked up the wet vibrator she had been using and placed the humming implement between the shadows pert buttocks. "I could slip this thing inside you with ease!" Ms Warmald threatened the Shadow. The Shadow was starting to worry. Ms Warmald had out played her; she had planned for this occasion. The Shadow recognised the professionalism of Ms Warmald and realised she could be here some time. The Shadow would have to bide her time and turn the tables. A familiar smell greeted The Shadow as Ms Warmald waved a chloroform soaked cloth under The Shadow's nose. Persistent waving of the cloth had ensured The Shadow's unconsciousness to the point were Ms Warmald could safely handle The Shadow with confidence. The straps of the tomb were released and the limp athlete was dropped onto the bed. Ms Warmald stripped off and joined The Shadow on the bed.  Ms Warmald smirked as an arc of yellow liquid flowed out of The Shadows vagina as her bladder gave way under the anaesthetic. "Naughty girl I'm going to have to change the sheets now!" Ms Warmald went to a bedside draw and retrieved a hypodermic needle. Mrs Warmald picked up one of the shadows limp arms and shot the full contents of the needle into it. "There we go my dear that should ensure your co-operation! Linda get in hear." A skinny adolescent appeared in the doorway. The pale girl was naked apart from a chastity belt. She had a boyish appearance added to by her short slicked dark hair. "This is my new slave bath her, shave her and dress her in the obedience suit." Linda had never seen such a magnificent women; she was going to enjoy this assignment. The Shadow sat in the empty bath and stared at Linda, the drug Ms Warmald had given her had left her as weak as a kitten and the skinny girl easily over powered her. Linda grabbed each of the Shadow's ankles and hooked her legs over the edge of the bathtub leaving her thighs spread wide. "I can do what I want to you toy!" Linda taunted the Shadow. A tear rolled down the Shadow's cheek as she felt the girl's finger intrude her.  Linda lost interest and picked up the electric clippers and went about her business. The Shadow looked down at her crotch as Linda sheared off the bush of pubic hair. Linda put down the clippers and poured a cup of water over the stubble-covered area. Linda splurged a vast amount of foam over the whole pubic area and picked up the razor. The Shadow was moved through various positions as Linda went about removing all traces of pubic hair from the crotch and between the buttocks.

Linda led a latex clad statuesque figure out to Ms Warmald. The female figure was covered head to foot in a skintight black latex catsuit. The hood of the outfit gave none of the wearer's features away, it had a tiny hole where the mouth should be and black tinted goggles like an alien from a comic. The figure hobbled about awkwardly in the ballet boots of the outfit as it was paraded in front of Ms Warmald like a show horse. "Has she climaxed yet?" Ms Warmald asked. "No but it's only a matter of time with a massive dildoe stuffed up both her vagina and anus!"
"Watch and learn Linda!" Ms Warmald walked around the back of the latex clad figure, massaged one of its strutting breasts and grouped the figure between the legs. A quiet groan was heard and Ms Warmald eased the figure onto its knees as the figure's legs gave way. Ms Warmald slapped the figure around the back of the head leaving it flouncing about on the floor. "What shall I do with this?" Linda held up The Shadow's mane of blond hair bound in a ponytail. "I'll have it thanks. Take her to the vibro-chair." Linda helped the slave to her feet and guided her into another room. The vibro-chair was very low on the ground like a car seat. It was a one piece blue plastic moulding with rigid curves to fit a sitting person from head to feet very comfortably. Straps insured the occupant's crotch snugly fit against a mound in the seat of the chair. The occupant was also held in place at the shoulders, ankles and thighs. The latex clad slave was sat into the chair and strapped in place. The perfect fit between flesh and plastic forced the slave to groan once more. "You're easy now aren't you slut. Wait until I turn it on slut. I'll leave your hands free to explore!" With a flick of the switch the chair came to life vibrating randomly in various positions along the contours. Within minutes the slave was moaning out in orgasm. Linda sat next to the slave stroking the voluptuous latex clad breasts.

The Shadow hung suspended spread eagle within a silver circular frame. Each struggle she made for freedom sent the frame spinning on two axes. The Shadow was completely naked apart from silver swimming goggles and ball gag. Her newly green stained body glinted in the sunlight not a trace of hair could be found on her smooth shinny body. Mrs Warmald entered the room with another woman. The woman stared at the humiliated Shadow in shock at first. “I see you’ve noticed my latest acquisition.” Mrs Warmald announced proudly. “I like to watch them fidget and struggle, they all think they can escape during the first two weeks! Anyway please have a seat.” Mrs Warmald directed the woman to a brown leather easy chair. The woman looked quite normal, not like one of Mrs Warmalds freaks. She was a slender middle aged woman with striking blue eyes and long peroxide blond hair. The woman’s large chest was concealed with a red turtle neck sweater which ran down to a smart black cotton skirt. The woman crossed her bare thighs as she reclined back into the seat her ankle length black boots periodically tapping together as she sat listening to Mrs Warmald opposite. “We took care of your brat of a step daughter for you. She is now paying her way in a French brothel. It was a difficult job and I think we carried it out with great care and professionalism.”
“You did I’m very pleased.”
“Then why have we only been half paid?” The evil stepmother got more nervous as the questioning continued. “The agreement was that you would pay us half up front and half on completion of the job.”
“I’m sorry but we have hit financial difficulties. I had no idea my husband would spend so much on private investigators and the such.”
“I’m sorry Kelly that won’t wash. You’re going to have to pay us another way!” Kelly went sheet white as Mrs Warmald pulled out a gun. An immediate single shot sent a tranquiliser dart into Kelly’s right breast. The breast jiggled slightly upon impact. Kelly immediately reached for her wounded breast with both hands but as the potent sedative took effect she collapsed back in a heap on the leather chair. Mrs Warmald talked on the intercom, “Bring me the outfit I had made for Kelly Andover Linder.”
Linder walked in carrying a tray of items. Linder set the tray down and went to help Mrs Warmald strip the unconscious Kelly. Mrs Warmald had carefully removed Kelly’s turtle neck and boots and was mid way through unbuttoning her white blouse. Linder reached under Kelly and unzipped her skirt and then slowly slipped it off her long firm legs. The women paused momentarily as Kelly lay in her white cotton bra and matching knickers to take a photograph. Kelly was then unceremoniously ejected out of her underwear as the women strongly tugged at the garments. Linder gathered Kelly’s hair into a bun as Mrs Warmald fiddled with a large baggy heap of translucent latex. Mrs Warmald picked up a latex sheath and stretched it over Kelly’s left hand. At the end of the sheath was a latex strap. Mrs Warmald placed a looped leather strap in the palm of Kelly’s latex covered palm and closed Kelly’s hand over the strap. Linda picked up the long thick dangling latex straps and dabbed a permanent latex adhesive over them before tightly wrapping them around Kelly’s latex covered wrist. This had the effect of binding Kelly’s hand in a clenched fist over the looped strap. Kelly’s other hand was similarly dealt with. Kelly’s feet were slipped into a pair of tight black jelly ankle boots and strapped firmly in place. The thick latex boots forced Kelly’s feet into a point they also had straps similar to the ones Kelly clinched in her fists coming out from them. Mrs Warmald picked up a thick transparent latex hood and stretched it over Kelly’s head. Before she pulled the neck of the hood down over Kelly’s neck a latex adhesive was liberally applied to Kelly’s neck and chin region. There was a small cut out in the hood for Kelly’s nose and mouth. A black plastic oxygen mask with tubing was fixed in place over the latex hood with more adhesive and strapped firmly around Kelly’s head. Kelly’s limbs were spread out by Linda as Mrs Warmald began to thread the heap of latex over Linda’s motionless body. As more and more of the latex was arranged over Linda it started to become apparent as to what it was. It was like a transparent latex sack with a tight neck. The sack would cover Linda from head to toe. The strange difference was that this sack incorporated internal hooks for Kelly’s limbs to be attached to via the looped straps. Kelly’s body was greased up to help her through the tight entrance to the bag. As Kelly was completely fed past the entrance the entrance contracted to a whole no bigger than Kelly’s head. Kelly’s limbs were connected to the internal hooks from outside the latex bag. The end of the oxygen hose, within the bag, was surrounded by a large plastic semi-sphere. Mrs Warmald splurged the remainder of the latex adhesive over the sphere, through the bag entrance, and stretched the latex around the entrance over the sphere. Within minutes Kelly was restrained within an air tight, thick, transparent, latex bag. Mrs Warmald connected a water hose to a valve in the plastic sphere and began to fill the sack with cold water. As the water filled the bag it began to bulge into a perfect latex sphere. Linda was hoisted into a spread eagle position within the centre of the sphere, stark naked and on show. Mrs Warmald turned off the water and disconnected the hose.

Within the half hour Kelly was fully conscious within the sphere the realisation slowly dawning on her that she was now one of Mrs Warmald’s freaks. Kelly’s struggles barely rocked the sphere. Her cries of help converted to dirty moans of pleasure through the clever electronics within the plastic sphere. As Kelly’s captive abdomen gyrated back and forth pubic hair drifted away from Kelly’s crotch due to a special chemical Mrs Warmald had added to the water. Mrs Warmald filmed as the last pubic hair remained in place and then an abdomen flinch from Kelly sealed its fate at the bottom of the sphere with the rest of Kelly’s body hair. Mrs Warmald looked over to the Shadow she had given up her struggles of defiance for the day and was weakly dangling within the frame signalling it was time to give her the daily dildoe session. Mrs Warmald placed a cup over the shadow’s green pussy with the press of a button muscle relaxant and lubricant was pressure injected into the Shadow’s tight bald lips. The Shadow groaned in defeat she new what was coming as her green pussy lips flowered into pink ones as she was turned inside out. Mrs Warmald had strapped on her favourite large rubbery dildoe and was placing it up againt the Shadow’s lax pussy so that she could feel what was about to happen to her. Mrs Warmald thrust her hips forth into the Shadow who in turn gasped and grunted. A regular pumping action was taken up by Mrs warmald quickly turning the Shadow into a pathetic panting girl. Regular slaps to the Shadow’s buttocks instilled a spanking fetish within the Shadow ensuring Mrs Warmald would have a vice over her. 


Not the end.

I know what you're thinking. Why did she use the handcuffs, if she had dealt with her as she had done the previous contract she would not be in this mess? I love a good role reversal that’s why.