Copyright 2005 Franklin Stein

Warning of adult content.

Gypsy: The start of something.

Sara Jenkins loved the quaint gypsy market there was always a bargain to be had. As she scanned the stall she heard the sound of giggling women. Sara looked in the direction of the commotion and was surprised to see a sex stall. A woman was standing in a trance, buck naked with all of her clothes on the ground. The owner of the stall appeared to be fondling her breasts. "Well she asked me to prove the doze potion worked." The other women at the stall began to giggle once more. What an obvious ploy Sara thought; get once of your friends to play act in order to sell some phoney potion.  "Next to be sold my dears these lovely well crafted sex dolls." The owner announced as he shamelessly fingered the woman's wet pussy. "No not this one, those ones." He said pointing to a rack of inflated latex dolls. The latex sex dolls did catch her eye they seemed to be very well crafted she couldn't resist buying one. Various women stepped forward to purchase the dolls including a young girl and a fat black woman. Sara stepped forward and bought one also.

Once at home Sara inflated the doll. It was in the shape of a muscular young man with a large penis. Sara laughed not knowing exactly why she had bought it. Then Sara's crystal blue eyes began to gaze at the penis and she began to long for it to be inside her experienced pussy. The tubby blond woman began to remove her white blouse and massage her left breast out of the bra cup. Sara unfastened the bun letting her long hair glide down her back. Sara removed the redundant black satin bra and unzipped her black leather skirt to reveal black knickers and suspenders. Sara unfastened her suspenders and slipped her knickers down her chubby nylon clad legs. Sara slowly lowered herself onto the erect penis and began to gyrate her hips. In no time Sara was working her way up to an orgasm. As the orgasm overcome Sara she began to struggle away from the sex doll but it was too late and a look or resignation came over the housewife's face. Sara's muscles began to fail her as her limbs formed a provocative grasping position around the doll. Sara's body began to transform; her skin began to turn into shinny pink latex, her blond hair became a solid body of yellow latex against the pink latex, her mouth gaped open with large red latex lips and her blue eye turned into eyes with a look of sexual frenzy. The gypsy entered the room and pulled the Sara latex love doll off the other one and onto its back. The gypsy stroked the nylon suspenders off the dolls shinny legs. As his hands slid down the latex a squeaking noise was made. "I know you're aware of everything I do to you dear but are powerless to resist. I can stroke your breast like this or even poke my finger up your anus like so!" The gypsy removed the suspender belt and placed it with the other clothes in a neat pile. The gypsy opened a suit case and began to pack up some of Sara's clothes before announcing, "Its time to go dear!" The gypsy stuffed a large vibrator into the latex pocket that used to be Sara's pussy. He took her out to a van under his arm and stuck her in the back with two other dolls, a large black one and one in the form of a young girl with a tight pussy.  The women in a trance sat in the front seat with a buzzing vibrator in her newly shaven pussy.

Three dolls lay on a bed as the gypsy went about strapping up the woman who would soon come out of the drug-induced trance. The gypsy had placed her arms into a single arm glove behind her back, a pump up gag stretched out her mouth and she was midway through having her ankles strapped to her thighs. The gypsy dropped a silver vibrating egg into the latex knickers she wore and patted it deep inside her well worked sloppy pussy. Safe with the knowledge that she was going no where the gypsy turned his attentions to his latex dolls. He stood over the girl doll. "I'm going to release you from your curse Beth but if you try anything I'll turn you back and you'll end up in a sex shop understand?" He sprinkled dust over her and slowly her skin tones began to normalise, breath sounds escaped her lips and her hair returned to individual strands. "What do you want from me?" The girl asked with a timid voice, as she lay naked. "You're going to help me trap five females in exchange for your freedom." Beth looked across to the Sara doll still with the buzzing vibrator in it's pussy. What must she be going through not being able to remove that implement? Beth quickly nodded in agreement, not wanting to suffer a similar fate to the large breasted woman with the vibrator or the brunette struggling in bondage in the corner of the room. "All you have to do is get them to put on these knickers." He held up some black satin knickers.
"What do they do?"
"Whoever puts these on will be trapped in a constant state of sexual bliss, not even able to go to the toilet in a dignified manor if you get my drift. Hide them in their knickers draw and the knickers will do the rest. When they are wearing the knickers I'll collect them."

"Beth where have you been?" Karen her slim stepmother demanded as Beth walked into the door. "I've bee.."
"Never mind go and clean up that messy room now!" Beth stomped up the stairs taking the bag of knickers with her. Then an evil thought cropped into her mind as she glanced at her stepmother in her tight jeans and semi-transparent black blouse. Beth took a detour to her parent's room and slipped a pair of the knickers into her stepmothers knickers draw. It looked out of place, as all the other knickers were skimpy thongs but Beth believed in the gypsy's word and remembered how defenceless she had become. The thought of her bossy stepmother being at the whim of the gypsy excited her.

Beth awoke to a start staring at her bedside clock. It was 11 o'clock where was her stepmother she never let her sleep in this long. Beth slowly raised from the bed and wrapped her dressing gown around herself it was quite cold obviously the central heating had not been turned on. Upon reaching the hallway Beth noticed a musty smell. Beth now with heightened awareness noticed a fait groaning noise coming from her parent's room. The thought of the knickers popped back into her mind and now Beth knew exactly what to expect when entering her parent's room. Beth opened the door and peered in just in case she was wrong she wasn't. Karen's freckled half-naked body was draped across the bed her body covered in perspiration. The mystical knickers she wore had become saturated with a mixture of her sweat and sexual lubricant.  She was staring blankly straight at Beth, half of her long ginger hair shrouding her face. Beth was uneasy; wondering how much her stepmother was aware of. Beth's wonderment didn't last long as the gypsy appeared from behind her and walked towards Karen, setting down a net of black straps next to her. "How opportunistic of you," The gypsy commented, "well done." Beth stood astonished as the gypsy went about strapping Karen up. The gypsy went to Karen's cupboard and removed Karen's favourite pair of shoes. The white stilettos were slipped on Karen's petite feet and strapped in place with some of the straps the gypsy had bought. The straps went around her ankles and down under the heel of the shoes making any removal impossible. The straps were locked in place with two small heart shaped padlocks. “Why bother with her shoes?”
“Some familiarities will for Karen help mind fuck her into a new submissive role as she recognises herself in a new light!”
The gypsy rolled Karen onto her back and hitched her left leg up so that he could strap a thick strap around her thigh he did the same with the other leg. The gypsy looped a strap around Karen's back and strapped it up around her waist like a belt. Karen was pulled up into a limp sitting position as the gypsy began to dress her upper torso in what looked like a bra. This bra was though different it had no cups just a plastic moulding to prop Karen's breasts up from below. The bra was secured to the belt with straps running down Karen's stomach and back. "Now for my favourite part said the gypsy." Beth was also enjoying the display. A shinny white face mask was shown to Beth. On the inside the mask had a large rubber ball gag and the only openings were at the nostrils. The plastic mask portrayed a woman’s face trapped in sexual anguish. Karen's hair was gathered up into a high ponytail and slicked with silicon gel into a monolithic element. The plastic mask was strapped onto Karen's head before a latex hood with oval opening at the face was pulled over Karen's head; the oval opening perfectly outlined the mask. Karen's hair was threaded through a hole at the top of the hood. A posture collar was next strapped in place and Karen's arms strapped to it by her wrists. A spreader bar was placed between the thigh straps wrenching Karen's thighs apart. The gypsy smiled at Beth as he cut the knickers off exposing Karen's wet tangle of orange pubic hair to Beth. Beth smiled sinisterly as Karen began to wiggle about and moan. The gypsy squirted a tube of cream over Karen's crotch and began to massage it into her crotch and between her buttocks rigorously as Karen fidgeted. A damp cloth applied by the gypsy then wiped away all of the cream and Karen's pubic hair along with it leaving her bald. The gypsy pulled a thin latex gusset from between Karen's thighs and buttoned it in place along the front of the belt. Karen's pussy was clearly outlined through the tight latex gusset.  Karen was dressed in a nun's habit and escorted her out of the house to the gypsy's van. What had she just done thought Beth belatedly and then the image of a sexually tormented Karen formed in her mind. Beth striped naked and lay in her stepmother’s sweaty sheets masturbating over her victory.

The beginning.


Gypsy market you're thinking. Where's that then. I do know where it is but telling you would lead to my exile from the gypsy market loyalty card scheme where I can get such bargains as two magic beans for the price of one. Money back if the bean stalk falls short of the clouds.