Twisted Terror

By

Paul Jutras

 

High over the jungle did the small plane go. Inside, Mark Green looked worried as she rechecked her map and thought back to the mad man dressed as a witch doctor on the morning news. The scientist was a long arch foe of her secret agent dad. Since both his parents died in their last under cover mission they couldn't be traded for the hostages.

"Hope he'll take me instead. Mark thought as he knew the home he was staying at during his 17th year until he could be legally on his own.

What he didn't notice was an invisible beam shooting from one of the scientist's secret weapons and causing his engine to get knocked out. All he could do was try to keep the noes up and scream as she went in for a crash landing in the jungle. As series of trees soften the crash and kept her from passing out. A large branch through the radio meant he wasn't going to be calling for help anytime soon.

"Glad I dressed for the jungle." he though in his cut off tank top and jeans so tight they were like a second skin. "Though these platform sandals weren't the right idea." he thought as she went barefoot toward a village that looked more Hollywood than real.

As he started to exam the native huts, a dart hit him in the neck. His muscles tightened right up, causing him to fall right over. "Quick girl," A voice said. "Who are you and where is Agent Green."

"Must be the feminine outfit," Mark thought. "I'm Agent Green's daughter. Both my parents are dead now and I hoped you'd take me for the hostages."

"Never mind. I will tell you that there are no hostages." The scientist glared. "It was all a ruse to trap and dispose of my greatest foe. But I can't let you follow in your dad's footsteps."

"This is what I get for using a voice changer to call the airport and have them get a private plane ready for me." Mark thought as he realized that pretending to be his late dad was a bad idea.

"I was going to turn your dad into a mannequin and sell him to some store, but your showing up will do." The scientist said as his operation provided Mark with a feminine slit between his legs instead of a cock and balls. He them pulled out a sausage shape piece of plastic and a pair of pantyhose. He then forced the plastic into Mark's sex with the base making him look sexless. "No good mannequin can have sex you know. They also have their toes fused together."

Having the tight hose pulled over his leg made Mark felt he was wearing a second skin from the waist down. Special cup supports on his breasts forms made his top half look more like a mannequin as he sprayed a liquid plastic of his own design on her from head to toe. As it covered her all her body hair including his head washed away.

"Now to get you packed and shipped." The strange man said as he removed his witch doctor disguise.

Mark's frozen eyes watched the area before him darken as the crate closed and was nailed shut. She had no way to tell time passing but every bump the crate made while shipping sent a surge of pleasure to her most erotic parts.

She expected to be in some shop's storeroom when the crate was open. Instead she found herself by a indoor pool. The one who opened it was the scientist himself. This time fully dressed in a three piece suit and white lab coat. "Surprise to see me?" He laughed knowing that Mark couldn't answer.

"I thought of selling you," he continued as he laid her on her back. A mechanical arm with a cork screw at the end removed the dilto from inside him while he pried open his mouth. A laser then penetrated him and he found his hard insides soften "Then I got a better idea.

"Am I going to live?" Mark thought as he tried to move, but couldn't. He snickered as he sense

Mark's panic inside.

"No you're not going to live. Not yet anyway." The scientist picked him up and she found she was not only light as a feather, but floated in the pool she was tossed into. "Not in a human sense anyway. You're going to be my love toy in both my pool size bath tub and in my bed."

Sad feeling welded up inside Mark as he floated to the side of the pool/ tub and felt him touch the side of his neck. With a hissing sound, she began to deflate. "I forgot to tell you that you were a blow up love doll that can be deflated and slept with under my pillow even. You learn to love me. Not that you'll ever have a choice in you bed partner again. Ha, ha, ha, ha."

When Mark wasn't in the pool or in the scientist's bed, he spent the next two years displayed as a mannequin in everything from women's undergarments to formal evening wear and everything in between. When the two years were up and he tired of his new plaything; however, he did return Mark to life. Only now he was off in the world under the new name of Lesley Green and a knock out body to match.

 

THE END

 

 

 

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