As the airliner crossed from flying over water to the English countryside, Lori watched with growing excitement. She had been anticipating this vacation for a long time; she was finally going to visit the country she had dreamed of for over three years. The lush green country beneath her looked like a fairyland in the early spring sunshine. It was one of those unusual sunny days and Lori knew that there would be more rainy ones than sunny. She had come prepared though. She had packed all of her rainy day clothes, including her few rubber items. She loved wearing the rubber skirt she had bought just before coming on the trip and also her long rubber raincoat, but her most treasured item was a rubber corset bought through a mail order house. It had been made in England, and fit her perfectly, squeezing her normal 24" waist down to a waspy 19". She loved the figure it gave her.

Lori was a latex and bondage enthusiast, and had been for as long as she could remember. One of the main purposes of her trip was to add to her collection of bondage and rubber goods. She had heard from a few of her friends about the numerous rubber and latex boutiques in the London area, and was prepared to spend money and time in them. (She had no idea how much time.)

After the plane had landed and Lori had gone through customs, she gathered her baggage and moved off to find a taxi. She had researched her trip thoroughly and had made hotel reservations near where several latex clothing stores were located. Even though she was tired from the long trip, she was hoping to visit one of the shops she had heard of right away.

After arriving at the hotel, Lori unpacked and took a shower. She decided that she would wear her corset under her lacy lingerie and spring dress. It always gave her a thrill as the laces pulled tightly closed and the pressure increased, pulling her waist into the familiar hourglass shape. Unlike a normal corset made of satin or leather, the rubber continuously exerted force on her body, pushing it inward, and this was intensely exciting to Lori. She finished dressing, putting on her black heels, brushing her hair and checking on her makeup. Then off she went to see what delights the boutique held. Not knowing that this would only be the beginning of her most unusual vacation ever.

London's streets were still busy at the early evening hour, and Lori watched the activity with interest. Under her dress and lingerie, she felt the tight compression of the corset, and she smiled as her small waist drew admiring glances. The boutique was only three blocks from the hotel. The storefront was small, but distinctively set off by fresh paint and an attractive window displaying some of the items sold there. Lori looked in the window, glancing at the latex on display. She studied a mannequin in the window dressed primarily in black latex. The outfit on the mannequin consisted of stockings, an attractive mini-dress, long gloves and a neck corset. It was obvious from the curvy waist that there was also a very tight corset involved. Lori wondered what was hidden underneath. The mannequin's feet were shod in amazing ballet toed high heels which must have been at least 8" high. "My, this would certainly make me the center of attention at the party", said Lori to herself, as she went into the store.

Once inside, Lori was totally amazed by the selection and quality. There was nothing like it back home. There was latex of almost every color and clothes which ranged from simple to daringly sexy. The store also had an impressive shoe department with everything from high heeled pumps to thigh-high boots; the heel heights were from 5 to 9 inches. There was also an unbelievable array of rubber bondage gear.

"I'd better be careful not to go broke in here", she thought. She was examining a long latex single glove with laces and straps when a saleswoman came up beside her and said "may I help you with anything?" in a wonderful British accent. "Oooh yes, you can!" said Lori excitedly. "I have never seen such wonderful latex and rubber before, and I am hoping I don't bankrupt myself before I go home". "Well, well my dear we will try to help you avoid that and also see that you get what you desire," said the sales lady. "I am Karen and I own this store. We do make some of the best quality latex clothing and bondage items in the world, and we are proud of it. I noticed you admiring the mannequin outside". "Yes," Lori said, "I have fantasized about owning such lovely things, but all I own is a skirt, raincoat, and of course the corset I am wearing". Karen looked at Lori's waist and smiled, "your waist is small, but you look like another two inches less would suit you better; how long will you be here in England?". "Only two weeks" sighed Lori. "Well then, let's first measure you up for a new corset to suit your figure". Lori could hardly believe that she had just arrived and already was going to be fitted for a new corset. She was in heaven! "Oh yes, I would love that, and then I also would like to purchase some of your latex lingerie as well" she said.

Karen took Lori to the back of the store where there were fitting rooms and what looked like an area where the clothing was actually made or mended, she couldn't tell exactly. She was asked to remove her clothes and another person would come to measure her. She did as she was asked, and presently a muscular looking woman came bustling into the fitting room with a tape measure in hand. "Hello dear, I am Sharon; we will just have you looking like a Victorian princess when you are pulled into this new corset" she exclaimed. Sharon took many measurements, including some which Lori wondered were really necessary, but did not complain about. After 20 minutes, Sharon pronounced she was done and that the new corset would be ready in one week. Lori was pleased to hear this, and could hardly contain her excitement. She then dressed again and went back out into the store.

"I would like to buy a pair of those latex panties in blue, some black latex stockings, a matching garter belt, and I would like to see if I can wear that dress the mannequin is modeling" said Lori to Karen. "Surely. I think you are the same size as the mannequin, so the dress should fit; you may try it on". In a few minutes it was obvious that Lori was exactly the same size as the mannequin because the dress fit beautifully, and her curves were enhanced by the shiny black material. "Lori, you could model these clothes!" said Karen, "you are the perfect size". Karen looked at Lori and smiled; "Would you take a two week job?" she asked. "Why, uh yes; YES!" said Lori. The deal was sealed and Lori left the store with her purchases with an agreement to return the next day at 9:00 AM "for work".

After Lori had left, Karen and Sharon smiled with anticipation. It was not every day that they had someone that fit so well visit their store, and it had been a long time since the last "model". They were excitedly looking forward to this two week session with Lori and she had no idea what she was in for.

The next day, promptly at 9:00 AM, Lori walked into the shop. She was clad in her new latex outfit and looked very sexy. Actually, Lori had a hard time containing her excitement in the rubber clothes; she had almost had an orgasm while walking from her hotel. Now, she stood in the store entrance, and tried to cool off. Then she noticed the mannequin had been removed. She commented about this to Karen, but this was nonchalantly waved off. "Come on up to my flat Lori and we will discuss your modeling duties". Lori and Karen entered the flat, and there Lori saw Sharon and also met two other women, whom Karen introduced as designers; "this is Victoria and Diane, and you will be showing some of their best designs," said Karen. Lori accepted what appeared to be coffee and began sipping it. It wasn't more than 2 minutes later that she lay prone on the floor.

When Lori awoke, she was in darkness and she could feel that something had been stuck over her eyes. She tried to move to remove whatever it was but she then discovered her hands and arms had been bound behind her! Her legs were tied at her ankles and knees also. There was also an inflated ball filling her mouth so that she could hardly make a noise, which however, she tried to do anyway. At her attempts to make a noise, she heard voices nearby: "Well, it looks like our new mannequin is back with us now." It sounded like Karen's voice. The sound of several people moving nearer came to Lori and she became more active, trying to get out of her bondage, but to no avail. "Now Lori, you agreed to be our bondage model for two weeks, and that's what will happen so there is no need to struggle. I just neglected to mention that your brief modeling career will be spent INSIDE our store window mannequin, and both you and the mannequin will be dressed in our finest creations", said Karen.

Lori felt something being placed into her ears; it was sticky and filled her ears cutting out all noise. Suddenly, she heard a small voice, which grew in volume, and recognized as Sharon saying "We have placed small speakers into your ears so that we will control everything you hear for the next two weeks. They cannot be removed without the proper glue solvent". Lori then felt herself being hoisted to her feet by the people around her, and the eye patches were removed. She recognized Karen, Sharon, Victoria and Diane, and each had something in her hands. Victoria moved forward and placed a heavy rubber corset around Lori's waist. Lori noticed that the boning was almost continuous and that it would reach from her armpits to her thighs. Then, while Karen and Sharon held her, both Diane and Victoria began tightening the corset. It had to be much smaller than she had ever worn, and Lori tried to complain but only made muffled moaning sounds. As the corset drew tighter and tighter, Lori had more trouble getting her breath; finally, Diane tied off the laces in back, pulled a 1" wide belt around and over them, then padlocked it shut. Karen moved in front of Lori and placed a small padlock through the hole between each stud and clasp, 9 in all. It would be impossible to remove the corset now, even if she had the use of her hands, and she knew the keys would be in someone else's possession. In her head Lori heard someone say "that 17 inch waist is very attractive Lori, you will be wearing that corset for two weeks! All ofyour keys will be split up between the four of us, so it will take all four of us to free you, if we want to!".

"Now then, let's get her into her other things". As Lori struggled helplessly, the relentless foursome continued to add to her discomfort. A crotch belt with two large attached plugs was tightly buckled over her corset, compressing her waist even more, then it was also locked and the plugs were forced deep within her. Two wires ran from the plugs, and these were arranged off to one side. Next a stretchy latex bra with many studded protrusions inside the cups was added. A wire ran from the tip of each bra cup; these were also arranged to one side. Lori felt her breasts and nipples being stuck, as if there were dull pins poking all around them. It wasn't uncomfortable (yet) but she had enough presence of mind to still wonder what their purpose was.

Black latex stockings were tightly stretched up to and attached to her corset garters. A pair of 6" heeled thigh boots made of heavy rubber were laced tightly onto her legs, so tight that she could not bend at the knees, and holding her painfully erect. Then a pair of full length gloves were put on her hands and arms, while a rubber neck corset was being laced home forcing her head up and making the gag even more effective. The gloves had straps which threaded onto the neck corset. The gag was given several more quick pumps, filling her mouth even more, before a black latex helmet was pulled over her head.

The helmet had tiny eyepieces of glass and small nose holes as the only openings. Tubes were inserted into the nose holes while the laces were closed and an attached neck strap was buckled and locked in the back. Lori was now unable to speak or hear. She had been stringently confined like never before, and locked into bondage. Her breathing was labored from the viciously tight corset and the tiny nose tubes. She felt the huge plugs filling her vagina and rectum, and the dull probes all around her breasts and nipples. She was almost fainting from the severity of the bondage, but at the same time she had never been so turned on. She had begun to sweat under the latex covering her and in a bizarre way this added to her excitement. "Oh God what are they doing now?" she thought as she looked through the tiny eyepieces as two women dragged the mannequin into the room. She watched with amazement and some fear as the mannequin was split into two pieces - a front and back half - by opening nearly invisible latches all around it (there must be 50 of those latches she thought).

Suddenly, Lori felt her body being lifted up and carried. She could not resist as she was stuffed into the back half of the mannequin. It was a very tight fit since the mannequin was actually made of steel and lined inside with neoprene rubber. As Lori's body was pushed into the mannequin, it became nearly impossible to move at all. The wires were carefully pulled through a small hole before the front piece of the mannequin was positioned over Lori's inert body. She wanted to scream but could only make an almost inaudible humming noise; and then she heard through her earpiece, "Have a nice time modeling the wonderful outfit dear, you will be in there until this time tomorrow, and then only let out for an hour before you are changed into your next costume and locked away again!". The front piece came down over her and she could only barely see through the mannequin's eyes because they were tinted glass. She felt the pressure unbelievably increase more as the first of the 50 latches was shut and then locked. No one would ever be able to tell this from any other mannequin now. The only noise was a slight hiss from the nose tubes. There was no indication of the terrific pressure being endured by poor Lori inside.

Finally Lori/mannequin was pulled upright and carried into the store window. There, Karen and the others dressed it as if nothing unusual had occurred. Lori/mannequin was beginning her first day at "work". The final touch came a few minutes later when the wires leading from the mannequin were attached to a hidden electric transformer. First, there was a subtle tingling in her breasts. But it grew more insistent. The plugs in her vagina and rectum began a mad vibration dance within her! Her nipples and breasts felt as if countless ticklers were running over them as she had the first of many orgasms, writhing within the steel confines of the mannequin and under the crushing pressure of the layers of latex. In her ears Lori heard Karen saying, "the transformer works automatically and randomly varies the power, so you will never know what to expect next; I hope you enjoy it!". Then a sudden burst of white noise filled Lori's ears and continued, carrying her into a dreamlike state.

LORI'S LONDON VACATION Chapter 2

Lori had struggled through her first few days in the "mannequin bondage model" job she had accepted during her visit to the boutique. She managed to get through the new outfits imposed on her at each change period, which was once a day at around 11:00 PM. Each outfit was unique and imposed its own special demands on her body and will, while each also provided surprise pleasures. She remembered the first time she had felt the electric vibrators and breast simulators of her first outfit, and a thrill ran through her body. God, she was beginning to look FORWARD to the next day's ordeals now!

She had to admit that she was being cared for, although she only was "free" for an hour, during which time she was fed, cleaned and allowed to use the bathroom. In this context, "free" was subject to a new definition - she still was locked into her terrifically tight rubber corset with its 17" waist, and her arms were always bound in some way, and her legs restrained to prevent escape, if she attempted it. Except for her "mealtime" she was gagged also, so well that very little noise was possible. Her captors were in total control.

The first time she had been removed from the confines of the steel mannequin, she had noticed that all of her baggage and personal items had been brought from the hotel to the boutique. She had been told, through the tiny headphones still glued into her ears, that she had been checked out of the hotel and was staying with long-lost relatives. The story was complete - no one would be suspicious in the least - and she was held captive by the four women who continuously subjected her to every conceivable bondage gadget and position.

The steel, neoprene-lined mannequin was a marvel. So cunningly had it been designed that its arms, legs and other parts could be bent into any position to accommodate imaginatively designed bondage equipment. There were strategically placed holes through which wires or tubes could be fed which had been attached or inserted into the hapless victim inside.

Movement by the victim was impossible once she had been placed inside and the 50 latches had been closed and locked. The steel had been formed into a female form and painted in flesh tones; the face had been painted as if it were made up, the feet could be positioned to allow for high heels of varying height, the waist required the inhabitant inside to be laced to at least 17" (or less), and the head !! The head itself was a work of art. There were eyes which were of glass so that limited vision was possible for the person trapped inside. There were small nose holes for breathing (limited by tubes or other implements of course), and the mouth could be fitted with various gags, tubes or other implements, some of which could be made to provide more discomfort to the poor captive. All of this was just enough to make the victim feel almost "visible" to those passing by on the sidewalk outside the store. It seemed to Lori as if she could nearly touch those passing by, or scream for help when the pressure became too great. But this always proved futile. All that anyone saw as they walked by was a motionless, speechless mannequin dressed in erotic bondage.

It had been 7 days now. Lori was starting her second week on the job. She felt that she had overcome her fears and the crushing corset didn't feel nearly as tight as it had when it first had been laced and locked on her unwilling body. She had been removed from the mannequin; it was 11:00 PM and, since she still had her ear pieces in, it was quiet. She was fed, through a straw this time since her gag had not been removed. She was wearing a full head harness, locked onto her head and mouth. It had a small hole through the ball-gag and she was served through it. Her captors led her to the bathroom, arms cuffed behind her and with a spreader bar holding her legs apart, cuffs on her ankles. After she had relieved herself, she was led back to her mannequin "home away from home".

She was sponged with water (her daily bath), and heard Karen through her earphones, "you have done so well Lori, we are all very proud of you! As a matter of fact, we were observing you closely today as you were removed and you do appear to be ready for the NEXT LEVEL of your mannequin training! You see, we have really been waiting for a long time for someone as flexible as you to test the mannequin's design to the limit. You should be happy and proud of such an accomplishment!". Lori again felt a sense of terror overcome her; what could they mean? what were they going to do to her? She tried to struggle in their grasp, but had become weak and unable to put much into it and the corset made her lose her breath so easily. MMMffff!urggssl! she tried to speak to them and get them to let her out --- she was out of breath and breathed noisily through the short nose tubes they had attached to her harness-gag. Then with amazement she felt them begin unlocking her corset! Then it was being unlaced and for the first time in a week, she took a deep breath. "I convinced them!!" she thought triumphantly. This was to be a short lived victory she soon discovered.

Victoria entered the room carrying a different corset. It also was made of rubber, but appeared to be heavier and SMALLER and it had many more parts to it than a normal corset. It had an attached crotch piece with some holes which she *knew* would be in strategic places. The corset was very long and came clear up to her armpits, but it had cutouts for her breasts. It reached down below her pubic bone and covered her bottom in back. There were tiny buckles all around the bottom and around the breast cutouts. In the back, it reached to the nape of her neck, where a built-in neck corset flared up and around her neck, enclosing it firmly in its latex grasp. The chin piece forced her head higher than ever before, allowing no movement downwards or sideways. As the corset was drawn onto her body, Lori could feel its warmth already, and soon it was being laced tight...tighter..still tighter..she was being crushed again! It was intolerably tight...it had to come off, but she knew that wouldn't happen. Her breaths came in short, rapid wheezes through the nose tubes. Then Karen gleefully told her that she "would soon be the proud owner of a 15" waist!".

The laces were closed; an attached rubber flap at the back of the corset was tightly stretched over the laces, hiding them, and was locked shut with four tiny padlocks. Her breasts had been forced through the holes and were protruding obscenely in front of her but she was unable to do anything to minimize them. Lori felt the crotch piece being tightened into place; it hugged every part of her bottom and was forced tightly up into her rump, spreading her cheeks and lips apart, making them available to anything or anyone. There were rubber straps and buckles holding this piece in place and once tightened, they exerted constant force, so no loosening was possible. The next sensation Lori felt was prodding around her bottom, and then she felt something go inside her, no it was several things! She was being impaled up her rectum, vagina and urethra!!! Actually, if she had been able to see them, she had catheters inserted into her rectum (a double enema catheter) and urethra (a Foley catheter) and an electrically driven vibrator into her vagina. The rectal was of a special design and could allow for a "continuous" or "forced" enema at the desire of the person controlling it. Two balloons, one inside and one outside, were inflated, effectively sealing it into place, while Lori squirmed in discomfort/pleasure. The Foley bulb was also inflated and attached to a long discharge tube which would be led out of the mannequin. The vibrator had been specially made to be the most deluxe female device on the market; Lori would be the first to test it out. It was tightly fixed into place, and even though it had not been turned on yet, Lori nearly had an orgasm from her movements to escape the tight bondage she was being subjected to; unfortunately for her, it was only the beginning.

Clear plastic conical pieces were being attached to the buckles around her breasts. These were snugly fitted holding her breasts firmly, and a clear plastic hose led from the nipple area of each cone; her breasts began to warm inside the cones as Lori guessed (correctly) that they had been made of a special material. A solid copper piece was placed over each of the plastic cones and the plastic tube fed through a matching hole in the copper. Lori was barely able to see that the copper pieces had numerous electrical connections and she figured she was in for the worst (or best!) of it. What she did not know yet was that her entire corset was threaded throughout its length with small copper wires and that when the electrical connections were made at the copper cones, the entire corset would also be connected. The clear plastic had been made to efficiently conduct electricity, and as Lori would perspire more, the better a conductor they would become. The clear plastic tubes also played a role: they would be hooked up to an air pump and would serve to pull Lori's breasts into firm contact with the plastic cups, allowing each breast to serve as an electrical contact point. The corset would distribute the current as it was fed to her breasts, and thus Lori's entire torso would feel the electrical stimulus. However, her torso would only be the positive contact point.

Heavy latex stockings were pulled up Lori's legs; these fit very tightly and were anchored to neutrally grounded buckles on the corset. A neutral ground was needed because these would serve as the negative contact. Each stocking was threaded with wires and in order for the wires to make good contact. Thigh length boots were laced onto her feet and legs. Each boot ended in a spectacular ballet heel, 9" in height, forcing Lori's feet into a permanent "en pointe" position. Wires led from the top of each stocking and would be connected later.

Lori felt the gag in her head harness being deflated momentarily, and then a tube was being fed through the hole. She felt it begin to make its way into her mouth, then down her throat. She nearly gagged, and it slowed its descent. In her ears she heard Sharon "swallow slowly now, this is a stomach tube for you. The front end is coated with an anesthetic to stop your reflex actions.". So Lori resignedly swallowed (what else COULD she do???) and she felt the tube make its way down her throat. After 10 or 15 minutes of swallowing, Sharon said again "excellent my dear, you have the tube into your stomach now, so we can inflate your gag again..." which rapidly happened next. The gag was inflated more than before though, actually to the point where Lori assumed what is known as the "gag look": a fixed stare forward as the mouth and cheeks are filled to capacity and no noise or breathing is possible through the mouth. Lori shed a tear as the pump was removed, and Karen deftly wiped it away, telling her through her ear pieces "tut tut my dear, we are only beginning this part of your training; we still have to finish your head bondage and then begin on your arms before installing you into your mannequin...!".

The "rest" of the head bondage consisted of a 'Y' clipped to her short nose tubes with a much longer tube attached to it, allowing Lori only one breathing passage. She felt cool air being forced into her nose, so presently it was not difficult to breathe. She was afraid this would change...true. Her harness was tightened to its fullest, holding the gag, nose tubes and stomach tube firmly in place, then three locks were closed to permanently fix it to her head. In addition to having the ear pieces glued into her ears, soft wax was forced into each ear, a rubber skull cap was pulled over her hair, tied under her chin, and the wax was taped tightly forcing it in. Karen and Sharon grabbed onto each of Lori's eyelids, pulling her lashes up and taped the lashes, holding her eyes open. Similar tape was added below her eyes, pulling each eye wide open, in an expression of surprise. Finally, over each open eye Karen placed an oval, soft piece of plastic filled with fluid. These were also taped on, forcing Lori to look through the colored liquid inside. She could not blink her eyes nor could she close them; she could only stare fixedly forward.

Lori's arms were pulled behind her and a strap was buckled forcing her elbows nearly together ... just the beginning. Each of her fingers was taped together, thumb to thumb and so on until the little fingers were tightly taped together. A rubber strap was wrapped around her wrists pulling them tightly together. Then a rubber arm binder was pulled up her arms, reaching to her shoulders. The lacing started to close, and as it reached her elbows, the strap there was pulled tighter now actually forcing her elbows together; then the lacing was continued all the way up to her shoulders. Her arms glistened in the black rubber cocoon, appearing as one from above her elbows all the way down to her fingertips. Shoulder straps held the binder up assuring no slippage at all. As a final touch, Victoria added three small padlocks at the top, middle and bottom of the binder; the keys were shared between her Karen and Sharon so even if through some magic, Lori was able to communicate her plight, she could not escape until all the keys were recovered.

Lori's bondage was complete. Every orifice of her body was violated in some way. Her eyes were covered, ears filled, her nose had breathing tubes, her mouth and throat filled into her stomach; her rectum was sealed by the catheter, her urethra emptied through the Foley and her vagina was invaded by the new vibrator. She was crushed in an unyielding cocoon of rubber. Her breasts, clitoris, and indeed most of her skin would soon feel the stimulation as she was wired up. She was ready for the mannequin.

If she could have screamed, she would have; if she could have struggled she would have, but the progressive bondage had so exhausted her that Lori hardly sensed that she was being carried. The eye covers tended to remove her further from reality. She was in another world of shifting colors. The only senses she had from the outside for the time being was the cool air forced into her nose and the continuous pressure all over her body from the rubber. This changed when she felt herself being forced into the mannequin; its arms had been shifted to accommodate her arm binder; its head had shifted slightly for the neck corset holding her head erect; additional neoprene pads had been inserted at the waist to insure that Lori's crushed little 15" waist was properly supported. All of the tubes and wires were led to their proper places and fed through holes to the outside of the mannequin. Then, the front half of the mannequin was forced into place, holding Lori immovably inside. She could not hear, but only sense the latches being closed and locked, and then she felt herself being hauled erect. She knew the mannequin was being moved to the store window where it would be dressed in some kind of bizarre outfit. Again, she would be inside for almost 24 hours while the outside world went about its business unknowing and uncaring for how could they know? or care?

After some time had passed, it could have been minutes or hours, Lori had no way of telling, she heard Karen speaking "Well now Lori dear, we have you all fixed up and you are about to have the time of your life. I hope you enjoy it! We will speak to you again in a while, so bye now." Then the white noise began, blurring Lori's existence. The tube filling her rectum came to life as hot water began entering her, quickly bloating her under the corset's compression; She felt something in her throat, a slight filling sensation, as unknown to her, a large quantity of warm Castor oil had entered her stomach; the catheter continued to fill her until she felt she could take no more, then all of a sudden she could relieve the pressure through the expelling tube which was built into the catheter; it was temporary though since the tube's exit could be closed, thus forcing her to fill up again.

The electric stimulus began as a slight 'tickling' feeling all over her body. She could feel it all over her legs, up over her stomach and back, but especially in her breasts as they were pulled forward to contact the insides of the plastic cones by the vacuum effect induced on them. She could not pull back as they were relentlessly forced toward the copper on the outside and the electricity flowed effortlessly into her. The current increased dramatically causing her to take in a sharp breath (at least as sharp as possible); this was sensed on the outside, and a new gas began to course through her nose tube, a gas which would heighten her sexual libido and increase her awareness. Suddenly her vaginal area was treated to the deluxe vibrator's abilities; it was wild and great - she was losing control - nothing mattered but the present; each second that passed became more intense - the filling of her stomach and intestines, the noise in her ears, the gas, the colored eye patches, the total electrical stimulus --- all served to keep Lori in a continuing state of arousal for nearly 20 hours. Then, mercifully it stopped. She was allowed a rest.....until the next day.

Lori's London Vacation Chapter 3

The time dilation effect experienced while she was a captive inside the annequin was awesome. Lori had never, ever experienced anything like it. The sensory deprivation coupled with stimulation over most of her body and the severe compression of the corset was indescribable. The white noise in her ears, gag and stomach tube, nose tubes, and the colored plastic eye patches served to disorient her totally. The added effects of the vibrator, plugs, corset, ballet boots and electrical stimulation pushed her over the edge. After so many hours inside the mannequin, she simply had to yield to the pressures and fatigue.

So, it was no surprise to Karen, Victoria, Sharon and Diane when they removed Lori from the mannequin that she had no capability to resist them at all. This allowed them the freedom to permit Lori some extra time outside the mannequin, and they discussed possibilities for her future. Lori could not hear them discuss her future because of the ear plugs and continuing white noise. Diane said, "You know, Lori has been such a perfect fit for the mannequin that it seems a shame for her to only have two weeks experience and then leave us." "Maybe we can convince Lori to stay on a while!" Karen said in response. So the four women discussed this at length. They decided to keep Lori three more days in the mannequin before removing her to begin her transfer preparations.

Her transfer would consist of a trip to America to work as a mannequin model! Karen had a close friend who owned a bondage boutique. She had agreed to use Lori as a mannequin model for her store. But first a description of her three remaining days in the mannequin. And then her preparation for the transfer.

Lori remained locked into the rubber corset with its 15" waist. Her colored plastic eye patches were removed as was the tape holding her eyes open. This allowed her to rest, even sleep if she could. The catheters and vibrator had been removed also, but her gag with its stomach tube and the nose tubes remained. After a while she did sleep.

She awoke at some time later, but had no idea how long it had been. It was still dark outside and Lori was thankful that she now at least had the ability to see and close her eyes if she wanted to. She wouldn't be going anywhere in her ballet boots; her hands were cuffed behind her; the single glove had been removed along with the rubber straps and the tape holding her fingers together. She felt relatively free in comparison to the imprisonment inside the mannequin. Of course she did not know of Karen's plans for her.

After a short while, Karen and the others came into the room. Noticing that Lori was awake, Karen moved over to her and with Diane's help, pulled her into a sitting position on the floor. "You've had some rest and that is good Lori; we have some news to tell you". And so Lori was told about their plans. Lori was helpless. She could hardly make a noise with the gag and tubes, and of course she couldn't run away. She had to resign herself to their plan for her. After the short one-way talk, Karen and the others began to prepare Lori for her final three days in the mannequin.

Day One in the mannequin consisted of Lori, dressed in the rubber corset still and effectively gagged, being installed into a heavy rubber heat bag. This was as loose fitting as the mannequin would allow, and was wired throughout with heating elements much like a giant heating pad. Only Lori's head was free of the bag. Once she had been locked into the mannequin and it had been placed into its place in the store's display window, the bag was plugged in. Throughout the day and evening, Lori was subjected to varied heat levels. This day served to firm her body up and lose any excess fluid.

On Day Two, the weight loss was reinforced. The rubber corset was complimented with a new corset over the top of it. The new corset was made of rawhide leather, laced tightly and then sponged with water until it was thoroughly wet. Lori was placed into the mannequin and locked in. Over the next several hours, it became warmer in the display window. Inside the mannequin, the rawhide began to dry and constrict over Lori's form. The double compression of the rubber corset and the rawhide forced Lori's breathing to come in short gasps.

On her final day, she was put into a double rubber suit. Hot water was pumped between the inner and outer layer. The pressure forced the rubber into every crevice of her body. The hot water tested her endurance yet again. The trip would be the real test though.

All of this was to prepare Lori for her transfer. She would be enclosed as a "package" for shipment to a sister boutique in the US in the city where Lori lived. Lori's employer had been sent a letter informing them that Lori had found a new position with better career opportunities in the modeling field.

Lori's transfer required construction of two very special boxes and some new bondage apparatus. Karen and the girls had enjoyed planning this particular stage because it was always fun to use their imaginations and see the results. One box would be fitted inside the other. The inner box would be made of steel, and would actually be more of a frame than a totally closed box. Karen's plan was for Lori to be installed into this frame first and then for Lori/frame to be installed into the outer, wooden box.

After the third day's ordeal in the mannequin was at an end, Lori was removed from it and told of the group's plans for her. "We have made everything as easy as can be" Karen told her; "You will be allowed two days of relative freedom here at the boutique before your trip. You may pick out any items of clothing you like here and they are yours for the time you spent with us. However, our agreement with the store in America is for you to return twice a year for two weeks to model for us again. You will be amply compensated for your troubles, and a trust fund has been set up for you. All we require is your signature on this document, which gives us your consent to proceed with our plans. I am sure you will have no problem signing it."

Lori's hands were released and she signed with mixed feelings. She could say nothing since she had a large rubber ball held in her mouth by a head harness. She was taken to the rear of the store where her body measurements were taken so that the construction of the boxes could begin. Then, she was relieved of her restraints except for cuffs on her ankles and wrists connected by a chain. She was allowed to take a long shower and put on her makeup for the first time in over 10 days. It was a wonderful feeling to be freed from the compressions of a corset and continuous bondage. When she had finished, she saw that a set of clothes had been laid out for her. The outfit consisted of latex panties, garter belt, stockings, bra, 18" corset, skirt and blouse. There also was a pair of 6" heel pumps. Lori needed help with the corset, but once the outfit was on, she was visited by Sharon and Victoria and steel cuffs were locked onto her legs and arms. These were attached together with lengths of chain between her wrists and legs, and then these were connected by another length of chain, effectively hobbling her because the heels were also locked on her feet.

"These will stay on until we have the boxes done so you won't be running away from us and ruin our little plan for you Lori", said Sharon. And that is the way it was for Lori for the next two days.

The boxes arrived. One was a very large heavy wooden box. The other box was made of tubular steel and had numerous attachments and could be tailored to fit any particular application. Karen was pleased and excited when it arrived. "I hope you will appreciate the thought we all put into this Lori!" she said. Lori was stripped of her clothing and made ready for the steel frame. Catheters were again inserted into her and their balloons were inflated making removal impossible. A new rubber corset, heavier than any she had worn before was produced and placed on her. It was very long, and included a neck-piece and crotch with three holes for the catheters plus a plug or vibrator. There were straps which were tightly fastened and locked once the lacing was fully closed. The corset forced Lori's form into a beautiful S-bend and gave her a 16" waist. She was forced to take quick, short breaths. The neck-piece held her head up high and allowed no turning from side to side. The crotch forced the catheters well up into her body cavities and held them there. Another vibrator was produced by Diane and pushed into Lori's vagina; it was held in by a temporary strap attached to the corset's flap. Karen brought in a new gag, which she proudly announced was of her own design and made especially for use with the steel frame. This gag had a wire/rubber cage which was forced over Lori's tongue and held it firmly. Around the tongue cage there was a heavy rubber bladder which could be inflated, and attached to this at the outside was a metal fitting with a screw attachment. Once this whole affair was in Lori's mouth, only the metal fitting was visible, and she could hardly utter a sound. Karen said "This is only the start with your gag, dear, since we must insure that you make no noise during your trip. More later." Lori was unable to answer her.

Heavy rubber stockings were pulled up Lori's legs and attached to the corset's garters, pulling them tight. It was difficult to bend her legs with them on, they were of such thick rubber. Similar rubber gloves were pulled up Lori's arms. The gloves reached to the top of her shoulders, and were attached with straps to her neck-piece. It now became difficult to bend her arms and flex her fingers. A hood, made of the same heavy rubber was laced tightly onto Lori's head. There were small colored glass eyepieces which Lori could barely see through, and nose tubes for her to breathe through. There was a small opening for the gag's screw piece to fit through. The helmet had small earphones which fit inside Lori's ears. She could be fed white noise, or someone could talk to her through them; otherwise she could hear nothing. Thigh length boots were laced onto her legs. These boots had incredible ballet heels which were at least 9" high. The boots had a two inch strap at the top which covered the knot of the laces, and this strap was pulled tight and locked with a small padlock. Karen kept the keys. Now that Lori was "dressed" and was prone on the floor (she couldn't stand in those boots!), Karen attached several more items to Lori's body.

Steel bands were locked onto her neck, upper torso, waist, thighs, ankles, forearms and wrists. Each band had several fittings welded on so that bolts could be passed through. Over the end of each ballet boot, Victoria placed a harness of straps which ended in a steel loop right at the boot-tip, and there was a matching loop behind Lori's heel. Now no time was wasted as the four women picked Lori up and carried her over to the frame. She was lowered stomach first onto the bottom half of the frame. The first attachment was to pass a bolt through her waist belt and on through a matching hole in the frame, then threading a nut onto the bolt and tightening it with a wrench. This served to hold Lori onto the frame while the top half was lowered over her prone body. The top half was fixed in place so that the total height of the frame was no more than two feet. Next, a cross member was placed vertically at Lori's neck and adjusted so that bolts were passed through it and her neck band forcing her head up and forward. These bolts were tightened also. Then Lori's legs were bent double and a bolt was passed through each ankle and thigh band; her legs were held in a doubled up position. Each knee was then strapped to an outer cross member of the frame forcing her legs wide apart. Her arms were bolted together at the wrists and forearms, forcing them into the familiar single-glove position, and then they were attached to the top half of the frame by more bolts and nuts at the wrists and forearms. Her arms were now held together as one and forced upward in contact with the top half of the frame. Each leg was similarly bolted to the frame from her thighs and ankles. Lori was now in a pretty much fixed state, that is any movement was practically impossible. But now Karen introduced what she termed the "fun part".

>From the front of the frame, Karen passed a threaded bar through a hole strategically placed in front of Lori's gag. She pushed the bar into the hole of Lori's gag and began to thread it slowly into the gag. As this was done, the cage around Lori's poor tongue grabbed and held it, but also began to slowly pull it forward in her mouth. The fixed position of Lori's head made it impossible to move forward and so her tongue was slowly pulled forward. Karen was careful to note when Lori's discomfort level seemed just high enough, and then gave the bar another couple of turns. The bar was then locked in place at the outside of the frame. Lori could hardly believe it; her tongue seemed like it was being pulled out of her head. She was even further distressed when the rubber bladder over the cage began to inflate, filling her mouth and tightening around the cage even more. It was totally impossible to utter a sound; only a low whine was heard through her nose tubes.

Next Karen moved to the rear of the frame and pushed a similar bar through a similar hole and pointed this towards the vibrator in Lori's rear. The strap holding the vibrator in place was removed, and the bar was then threaded into a matching hole at the base of the vibrator. The bar was threaded slowly into the vibrator, pushing it far into Lori's vagina. She could not move and could only feel the pressure building. She was impaled from the front and rear and could not move at all. She could barely see through her colored glass eyepieces. The heavy rubber encasing her body was getting her too hot...she had to get out, but couldn't. She was nearly in a panic; then the vibrator was turned on. In her earpiece she heard Karen tell her that the vibrator would run continuously from a high powered battery pack which would be placed inside the box with her.

Finally, a chain was passed through the steel loops at the tips of her ballet boots. This chain was pulled forward to the front of the frame and locked to it. Nipple clamps were applied to Lori's breasts and tightened. Each clamp had a small steel loop at the tip; a smaller chain was produced and pulled through these loops. This chain went back to the vibrator and attached in such a way that the vibrations were also transmitted to Lori's nipples. The Foley catheter was attached to a bag inside the frame so that no leaks were possible there. Lori/frame was then lifted off the floor and placed inside the large wooden crate. If Lori could have screamed or moved, she would have done so but it was impossible. She felt the rectal tube being attached to another tube. It was a hose which attached to a heavy rubber enema bag inside the crate. The bag was filled with a mixture of water and vegetable oil. A timer was set by Karen so that periodically there would be some of this mixture injected into Lori's rectum by the catheter. She would not be able to expel any if it until she had arrived at her destination and been freed. This would be a long time. As a last touch, Lori's nose tubes were attached to another tube inside the crate which led to a hidden opening on the outside for her air supply.

The girls said a final goodbye as Karen and Sharon lowered the top of the crate over Lori's prone, still body. It would be impossible to detect that a live body was inside. Lori was plunged into darkness as the top was nailed on. All she heard was the white noise playing in her ears. She was filled and immobile. The package was ready for transfer.