Ms Frankenstein                 by: Credence Brown

 

Part 2

Credence felt driven by some completely irresistible, unseen feminine forces. She felt preoccupied with making herself appealing to him. That was her desire in any case but this seemed to take on a life of its own, dominating all most every waking moment and many of her dreams.

Work at his contracting company kept her very busy. Some of the subcontractors were growing to fear her little walk through inspections. She had grown reluctant to confront them personally but after Fred did a few times, they began to understand it was simply easier to be nice to Credence rather than face Fred. The quality of the work improved with two people to watch over the work.

Fred was taking her to see a live play and she wanted a new dress. She wanted to surprise him. He'd mentioned he needed to have his suit cleaned and Credence volunteered to drop it off for him.

The last weeks had felt wonderful. They'd seen each other almost every day. Credence and he had not had sex but the temptation was growing to almost intolerable levels. His kisses inflamed her desire in a way that she found most disturbing. She so wanted to be genuine and faithful however she did not know how she'd stay that way if all this kept up.

She'd passed the dress shop on the way to town several times and today yielded to the urge to go in. Almost as soon as Credence walked into the shop, she saw a beautiful, light mauve, frothy gown, which seemed to draw her with an irresistible force. It was strapless, with a deeply cut heart shaped bodice and cut so low in back that it just began to reveal the upper end of the cleavage between the cheeks of her derrière. She tried to walk past it but found herself drawn to it so strongly that it almost frightened her. Credence could not know that part of this drive originated with some changes the Doctor made to her genetics.

In addition to what humans were born with, he'd added several hundred more pairs of chromosomes programmed to make specific items of clothing and certain situations very attractive to her. In a way, he'd made her a slave to his desires. It had taken him many tries to make the new genetic train stable. He'd found that certain chemicals could cause it to break down and had thus given her a strong revulsion for them. Still, he knew that her life would be shortened since exposure was inevitable. The Doctor had been working on a fix for all that when he'd been killed.

As she walked around the gown, she could feel her nipples pointing and she even felt tension between her thighs. This felt embarrassing and her face began to flush hotly. As she touched the full skirt of the floor length gown she began to feel her vision pulsate. She was going to faint, she thought for a moment. Had the doctor continued his work, he'd have known he could turn that reflex like response down quite a lot and still get an acceptable reaction.

"May I help you? A woman said. Credence jumped with surprise. She hadn't heard the woman approaching.

"I love this gown." Credence said. She'd intended to say something else or nothing, anything but that. How embarrassed Credence felt. She felt absolutely humiliated.

"Would you like to try it on?" She said. The sales woman's friendly manner began to calm Credence. She could feel her face begin to cool somewhat.

"Oh, could I please?" She said. Again Credence hadn't intended to say that but felt compelled to do so. Had the Doctor been a woman, he'd have known a simple pleasurable excitement would have sufficed. She felt so propelled by deep emotions. It was as if she were on some drug.

As the woman moved the gown to the changing room, she picked a package off one of the stands as she walked by. Credence hadn't seen what it was.

When she hung the gown in the room, she turned to leave and then handed Credence the package. "You'll need these." She said. "Oh and when you get it on, I'll show you how to keep it up." She finished. Her voice sounded light with slight bemusement.

Credence found she had to discard her bra. She'd known that before hand. In the package she found little adhesive crescents to hold her breasts up. She applied them after some hesitation and was pleased with the results. Credence tried to push her panties and panty hose down so they wouldn't show in back but finally had to discard the panty hose also. She couldn't do without the panties. The dress was on now but each time she moved, she could feel it slip.

Sighing, she pushed the curtain back and stepped out into the room. "I think the dress is too large." Credence said. The sales woman looked at it a bit and then said, "Let me help you. It does take a bit of adjustment." She deftly reached inside the waistband at the side and located a small ribbon. She pulled it a little and Credence felt it tighten. She repeated the procedure on the other side.

Now the dress felt as if it would not slide off Credence's hips. But how would she keep that top from falling away and exposing her breasts? Then the woman pulled the top away from her breasts and began spraying something all over her breasts and torso.

"That feels so cool. What is it?" She asked. It is the same adhesive that beauty contestants use to keep those skimpy swimsuits in place. She allowed it to dry for a moment and then pressed the top back into place, intimately molding it to Credence's breasts. In the more intimate areas, she showed Credence how to do it. That was much less embarrassing.

She deftly slipped some inch wide steel bones into the sides of the dress, threading them up and through pockets Credence hadn't noticed in the bodice of the dress. When she finished, Credence felt sure the gown would stay in place. She invited Credence to walk around the shop wearing the gown.

The woman seemed astonished at how good Credence looked in the gown. "My gosh, you look just like a model." She exclaimed. Credence just loved the gown. The sales woman called a friend and asked them to come over and take pictures. It all happened like a whirlwind.

Credence quickly realized the gown had a train that she needed to manage. It was too low in front, dragging on the floor until the woman handed Credence her own three-inch heels. That helped but she'd have to purchase shoes, which matched the gown.

Suddenly, Credence was standing in the middle of the mall posing for photographs. By the time it was over Credence was quite shaken by all the attention.

The play that night was wonderful. Fred was so attentive that Credence didn't know what to do. Afterward, they ran into some of Fred's friends and stopped at a well-known restaurant for late night desert.

Credence wanted to go home to change but Fred wouldn't allow it. It felt odd having Fred become so assertive with her. On one side she wanted her own way but on the other his audacity gave her a sense of security she'd never felt before.

The couple was very nice and about Fred and Credence's age. Tom was a Software writer and Anne was a Pediatrician.

Credence and Anne immediately liked each other. Tom and Fred had grown up together in St Louis.

Credence and Anne made the boys exchange seats so they could talk while the boys chatted about football and hunting. Anne was not as tiny as Credence and at first seemed envious that Credence fit in the gown so pleasantly. She'd insisted that Fred loan his suit coat to her to put around her shoulders since her lace shawl felt too revealing for the surroundings.

They talked about how they met their men, where they went to school and all that until Credence became uneasy. Credence realized she could not remember much of her childhood. She related that she'd been in an accident and could not remember much. In fact, Credence realized with a shock, some of her adolescent memories were of playing football or other activities usually reserved for boys.

Credence began to feel shaky and felt herself slipping off into one of those dreams. "Oh no, I'm sorry." She said as she sagged back in the seat. It was just a moment, less than 5 seconds but when Credence returned, the others had looks of concern on their faces. Credence for once could remember becoming disconnected this time and hastily concocted an excuse, which the boys believed, but Anne did not.

In the coming days, Anne would ferret as much of the story out of Credence as she could remember. They would become fast friends and Anne would help her through so much. She would need the help because there were those who were still searching for her.

Credence had to promised to return to the shop with the dress just one more time to show a potential customer. Credence wondered why the customer didn't just try it on herself. Soon she would know the customer wanted to buy Credence, not the dress.

Once Credence was again in the dress, the woman acted strangely for a moment and then asked Credence to step to the back of the store for adjustments to the gown. Credence thought it looked just fine but the woman persuaded her that some improvements could be made.

Credence had been sipping on a soft drink the woman had offered her. She hadn't seen the white powder the woman had slipped into the glass. Credence began to feel detached and very mellow. It had overtaken her so suddenly that she'd not thought anything of it.

She obediently placed her arms, folded in the small of her back and allowed the woman to bind them securely there with 3" wide pink ribbon wrapped many times around her arms and her elbows. "Why are you doing that?" Credence asked. When she finished, Credence could not move her arms at all. "This will help you hold your breasts out more." She said.

Then she began placing a tiara with an attached veil on Credence's head. Folding the veil back, the woman suddenly inserted a gag in Credence's mouth and tied it firmly in place.

Credence now too drugged to know she was in danger, simply stood there. She began to slip into one of those waking dreams but this time it did not alarm her.

Credence lay there looking at the ceiling the same way she'd done for two weeks or two months, she didn't know. It could have been two days or two years for all she knew.

She'd wakened after going to bed in her apartment, in this room. It had no windows or doors and appeared to have translucent walls because there were no light fixtures but it was not dark. The walls and floor were soft and warm, interrupted only by a toilet, which flushed its self and a spigot which dispensed some sort of drink through a small tube which engaged in the hole in the thing which gagged her, making any sound at all impossible.

Her hands were encased in very soft bowling ball-sized things linked together by a flexible rod about three feet long. She was athletic enough to bend so she could put the rod in front or in back but no matter how she left it when she went to sleep, it was always behind her when she wakened.

Her feet were also encased in the same sort of arrangement but the balls were flat on the bottom and while she could not see her feet, they felt as if she were wearing impossibly high heels.

Her long hair, now hip length, was always brushed out when she wakened. Other than her hair, Credence was completely nude.

She also knew that somehow, someone was exercising her when she slept because she'd felt some slight soreness a few times when she'd wakened and she knew that her muscle tone would have by now completely deteriorated if she was not some how getting some exercise.

Credence felt as if her wakening periods were several hours long at a time. She'd not heard anything since she'd been there and not been able to say anything either.

Out of boredom and fear, Credence had cried herself to sleep many times. Now even that emotion seemed to be absent.

A distant click and then a low rumbling startled her. Perhaps now she would find out what was happening to her.

Suddenly, Credence found herself back in the dress shop. A man of some foreign nationality was talking. His accent was thick but Credence could not tell what it was. "This woman will make a very nice addition to my family. I will pay the price you ask but you are responsible to deliver her to my plane at the airport." He said. He wore his own national dress and Credence was not that familiar with Geography but she guessed him to be Indian or Arab. His voice sounded cultured and likeable but Credence hadn't yet understood she was to become his slave.

They'd been discussing Credence for a long time, negotiating her fate as she stood dumbly in the background. Credence noticed the discarded sacks of fast food and the empty coffee cups. They had no idea the drug was wearing off.

Credence still felt very groggy but felt aware enough to know his intentions. They seemed unaware that Credence was waking up. She looked at the clock on the wall at the back of the store. It was five minutes until twelve. She'd planned to meet Fred at the Macdonald's for lunch. If she could somehow get there perhaps he could help her.

Nearly hysterical, shaking like a leaf, Credence looked around. She was standing right by the curtain which lead to the front of the store and beside it was the main electrical panel. The door was open. Credence didn't know how she knew some things but she knew that if she could trip the main breaker the whole store would be dark. She also knew that with any luck, the emergency lights would not work. They usually didn't. She didn't have time to ponder how she knew these things if she were going to save herself. Still she wasted important seconds wondering about her past life.

Suddenly she thought, "I must snap out of this."

They were deep in conversation in the little office and seemed to have forgotten Credence. The panel was close. She simply turned and used her teeth to pull the lever down. She could feel her front teeth breaking but the gag helped a little. In spite of excruciating pain, Credence shut the main breaker off. The building was now dark and the people in the office were shouting with alarm and anger.

Credence slipped through the doorway and began stumbling toward the door, knocking over racks and displays as she went. The closer she got to it the more light from the mall illuminated her flight. In a flurry of activity, she managed to make her way to the front of the store, out the door and began stumbling toward Macdonald's.

She had just sighted Fred standing there when someone grabbed her and began dragging her backward. In a last desperate effort, Credence kicked a display, knocking it over and breaking the glasses on it. The attendant began shouting and the last thing Credence saw was Fred's face turning toward her.

Suddenly she was in another world again. Credence had no idea that the experiences she was remembering were not real at all but had happened in a cyber space created by the Doctor to program his patients.

Now the restraints were gone. Credence sat in a huge bedroom on a beautiful canopy bed with pink and mauve flowers on the bed spread. She wore a huge white gown made from some sort of silken material.

The lace collar was high and stiff from a backing sewn into it. It flowed into pleated shoulders made puffy from padding and then down onto sleeves which were loose above the elbow but skin tight down her wrists. The sleeves ended in a frothy flower petal like arrangement, which just allowed her fingertips to protrude. The skirt of the voluminous gown was several feet longer than she was tall. She surmised that a long gown was in some ways better than chains and shackles. The Doctor thought them to be much prettier.

Growing curious, she stood and almost fell. She was wearing heels so high it was difficult to balance. Leaning back against the bed to steady her, Credence wrestled the hem of the gown up off the floor, attempting to get a look at her shoes. It took a lot of effort to get the voluminous, billowing petticoats under control but finally she could just see her toes and then one of the shoes. They were pumps with about 3" heels. She must just be weak from inactivity.

Credence's head was clearing somewhat now and she began to get curious about her surroundings. She quickly found that the front of her skirts must be picked up to move at all. There were no hoops. Her very bouffant skirt was that way due to many yards of frothy petticoat. It was difficult to pick up her petticoats because her sleeves tangled her fingers so much and the gown was so overly long.

She looked with wonder at her fingers. Her nails were at least an inch long and had a metallic mauve finish. They were difficult to manage but were so pretty that she simply loved them.

Still, Credence managed to explore her new surroundings extensively that day. She had no idea that her whole world existed only in cyber space. If she'd known that she still would have thought it very beautiful.

On the balcony outside the bedroom, she felt as if she were thousands of feet high. Looking around, it appeared that the balcony was one of many on a huge tower like castle on a flat plain, which seemed without end.

Credence suddenly returned to the real world. She was lying on the floor with many people around her. Fred was holding her in his arms. The look of concern on his face made her feel warm and safe.

Fred was dabbing at the blood running from her mouth. He'd removed the gag.

A questioning look was crossing his face. "Oh Fred, they were going to sell me to some rich foreigner." She said. Credence suddenly began to weep in huge breathless sobs. Suddenly the police arrived. "We followed a woman and two men into that dress shop over there. The man made it out the back door to his limousine but we caught him." He said. The police officer was obviously looking at Credence in unveiled admiration. "We'll need you to make out a complaint. I think it will start with attempted kidnapping. How did your teeth get broken? Were they torturing you?" He said.

Credence felt so comfortable lying there in Fred's arms that she'd forgotten that her arms were still bound behind her. "Oh dear, I'm still tied up. No, I broke my teeth on the main breaker in the panel rather than go to Timbuktu with that bearded lover boy." She said.

Dabbing at the blood flowing from her mouth, Fred could see that two teeth were chipped and a third was almost broken off. In a week, no one would be able to tell since she'd have three newly capped teeth.

The men were obviously enjoying Credence's compromised position. "Will one of you perverts please untied me." She said. She seemed so serious, but then broke into a smile. "I'll stay here in your arms though." She said. Everyone broke out laughing. It seemed to break the tension.

Suddenly, Credence was bawling again. They quickly got her on her feet and used hastily procured scissors to cut the ribbon off her forearms.

"Credence, you need someone to protect you. You should be married." He said. Fred's voice sounded serious.

Credence looked at him curiously for a moment, feeling her insides doing funny things. A grin crept across her face beneath her mussed hair. "Why Fred, is that a serious proposal?" She said. Her voice revealed that she was not taking him seriously. Then she looked into his eyes. He was serious!

"Why, yes it is." He said. "Fred, would you really? We have to talk." She said. "No we don't," He said.

"You can go up the aisle on your own feet or in a sack." He said emphatically.

Much later, they'd finished with the police. Credence got Fred to take her home to change. The gown would need repairs and the cleaners. Fred took her to dinner.

They talked long after dinner and desert. There was laughter and tears also. Credence told Fred what she suspected about her past. Fred found it hard to believe but agreed not to press marriage any more until Credence knew more.

She'd managed to find out that the accident in the tunnel had killed the man but could not find any burial records. Later, she found that the body had been donated to a local Medical University. Credence had been afraid to inquire much because she did not know how safe it would be for her to do so.

Fred reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a little leather-covered case. Credence's heart began to pound and her face felt as if it were on fire. A shrill squeak was all she could manage.

"Credence, I won't push you any more. But when you are ready, this is waiting for you." He said. His voice sounded so solemn.

Credence couldn't talk at first. She began to sob so hard it scared Fred. Several minutes and a pile of napkins later, Fred could see the joy in her face.

"Oh my face. Fred, look what you've done to me. You should be ashamed." She said. "You don't have to be such a bawl baby about it." He said. His eyes revealed his usual mirth.

Credence had worn a longish slim skirt and a horizontally striped turtleneck sweater. She followed Fred's gaze down toward her breasts and could see that her nipples were happily pointing at him. She reached over and slapped him. "I knew I should have worn a thicker bra." She said.

"I like what I'm seeing." He said.

 

 

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