VESTA - PAINWORLD by Jennifer Jane Pope

Eccentric genius Marlon has created VESTA, a truly amazing virtual reality machine, but the treacherous James Naylor, who's own quest to find a VR device has met with little success, has abducted Marlon's half sister Clarissa, a world famous sculptress and, in her own way, almost as off the wall as Marlon The plan is to use the beautiful redhead to blackmail the inventor and, in readiness for this, Naylor hands the horrified girl over to his sidekick, the deadly amazonian Dane, Christina.

Left alone with her prisoner, Christina lost no time in getting down to her task. She began with a small pair of sharp scissors, clipping away the little bush of pubic hair and slipping it into a plain white envelope. Then, with practised fingers, she used a small spatula to coat the shorn area with a depilatory cream. Ten minutes later, the recumbent girl's mound was as smooth as a billiard ball. Christina grunted and fingered the tangle of head hair.

`I'll have that off you, too, before you leave here,' she promised her unhearing victim. `By the time I'm through with you, the world really will think you're mad; you'll be babbling like a lunatic and incapable of stringing two coherent sentences together. After that, who knows, we might even get you back again. No one will miss just one more crackpot arty-farty.'

She reached down and fingered the narrow cleft beneath the freshly shaven area. The labia seemed thin and tightly pressed together, but Christina persisted, prising the lips apart to reveal the dark pink mouth behind them.

`We'll find plenty to keep this full,' she whispered. `Give me a month and you'll be able to accommodate a gorilla up there - or my biggest dildo. I reckon you'll look perfect, squirming on the end of Christina's largest cock, sweetie.' With an effort, Christina dragged herself back to the task in hand.

She unfastened the heavy trunk in the corner of the room and lifted the lid back, standing stooped over for several seconds, examining the contents, before deciding upon her first move. When she straightened up again, in her hands she held something that resembled a narrow-waisted corset, from the top of the back of which extended a wide, curved plate. However, unlike the leather and rubber garments that were the norm in this place, this creation had been moulded from a thick, rigid perspex and was completely transparent.

`Perfect,' she whispered to herself. `Just perfect.' She stooped again and detached the strange key tool from where it had been taped to the underside of the lid and then turned to study her intended victim. `Just about the ideal size,' she smiled down at the unconscious Clarissa.

Christina rapidly released the five catches that ran down either side, separating the two halves of the corset, then, discarding the front piece temporarily, she eased the other beneath the limp Clarissa, adjusting its position until she was satisfied it was exactly right. The curve of the design, added to the curve of the extension plate, lifted Clarissa's lower back several inches clear of the hard mattress and left her upper back and head lying at a downward angle, supported by the perspex extension, which ended at the nape of her neck.

Now, taking the front section, Christina lowered it down, mating it with the first and drawing Clarissa's ample breasts through the two rigid cutouts, settling them against the near half cup sections that would hold up the helpless girl's bust when she finally returned to an upright position. It then required simple strength, of which Christina had plenty, to force the two halves tightly together and compress Clarissa's waist into the hourglass shape into which the perspex had been sculpted. A few seconds additional work with the key and the corset was locked in place, immovable by its wearer, or anyone else, as Christina held the only key.

Returning to the trunk, the powerful Dane selected the next pieces to the intricate jigsaw, laying them out on the bed alongside the still motionless Clarissa. She took the hinged collar first, wrapping it around the artist's neck and clicking it into the locking mechanism at the top of the extension plate. Now, when Clarissa finally did come around and get to her feet, she would be forced to walk with her spine bent cruelly backwards, the sharp raised point at the front of the collar ensuring that she moreover had to keep her chin well elevated as well.

Two more hinged sections formed rigid gloves, encasing the arms from fingertips to armpit, six more tiny locks holding them to the arms and two larger catches snapping into retaining locks on either side of the back half of the corset. The effect was to hold the arms slightly bent, the elbows pulled back, the strain on the shoulders serving as an ever present reminder to Clarissa, once she regained her senses, that Christina had made her into her helpless slave.

The boots were truly superb, Christina decided, holding the feet as would a normal - if seven inch heels could be described as normal - pair of high heeled boots, but their bases had been shaped so that sole and heel were as one and shaped to the contours of a horse's hoof. There was another pair with the outfit, which could be substituted for these at Christina's discretion, but their rapier thin heels would require practice before Clarissa would be able to balance in them, though least their rigid construction would prevent any broken ankles. Not that Christina had any great problems with slaves suffering fractures, but only when they were inflicted at her own instigation.

Next, Christina turned to the makeup box on the small dressing table in the window, applying long, thick false eyelashes over Christina's own and thickening them with black mascara. Black eyeliner and dark blue eyeshadow followed, as she turned the normally fresh faced beauty into a parody of a showgirl.

Deep blusher and vivid carmine lip gloss emphasised the effect dramatically and, as Christina worked skilfully away, the showgirl image became that of an extremely over-the-top whore. When she finally stepped back and scrutinised her efforts, the powerful dominatrix permitted herself a slow smile of satisfaction.

`Your own mother would disown you, looking like that,' she addressed the uncaring form. `Always supposing she even recognised you.' She leaned forward again and deftly removed the single gold stud from each of Clarissa's earlobes, tossing them into the makeup box with disdain.

The skull cap, which Christina took out next, was moulded to fit perfectly over the upper half of the head, with a locking chinstrap to prevent the wearer from dislodging it. At the crown, a clear tube about nine inches long projected straight up. Taking up a brush, Christina propped her subject up in the bedside chair, legs splayed stiffly before her and began brushing her wild hair up into a high ponytail.

Fixing it in position initially with a red band, Christina then twisted it, temporarily, into a long rope, which she painstakingly fed into the tube, drawing it out the other end and sliding the skull cap helmet carefully onto Clarissa's head. Locking the chinstrap, she then proceeded to brush the red mane out again, allowing it to cascade down from the top of the tube like a glorious, auburn fountain.

`My, but aren't we a pretty sight?' Christina laughed, mockingly. `All locked up tightly, but everything on show. Now then, what's next?'

Next, in fact, came the earrings, two huge prisms of the same clear perspex, the helmet having been designed so that there was a small opening over the lower half of each ear, allowing easy access for the supporting studs to be threaded through the piercings in Clarissa's lobes. There were matching pendants for the girl's nipples, too, but first there was the matter of how to affix them.

Generally, Christina liked to pierce her slaves' nipples, male and female alike, but she wanted this crazy Australian bitch to be wide awake when that time came. Now, as a temporary measure, she took out two specially designed clamps, again in the clear perspex, two flat discs with a hole at the centre, each hole lined with wickedly sharp serrations. The two halves could be opened, the nipple teased into the aperture and then snapped shut again, holding the unfortunate teat in its painful bite until Christina chose to use her key again.

At the bottom edge of each clamp, a tiny hole had been drilled in the perspex and through each of these, Christina now threaded the wires that held the pendants. She stepped back and gave each of them an experimental tap, setting them swinging gently to and fro, their weight causing the nipples to distend from side to side as they moved.

`Beautiful,' Christina breathed. `The artist as a work of art. Now then, let's plug that dear little arse and stretch that other hole like it's never been stretched before.' Five minutes later, the job was done, the greased dildos thrust crudely into their respective orifices and kept there by means of a curved perspex crotch strap that locked to the front and back of the lower edge of the corset, the transparent material permitting an unobstructed view of the two implements and the degree to which they were stretching both openings.

As she viewed the finished article, Christina squeezed her own thighs together, conscious of the growing warmth and of the dampness inside the leather covering her crotch. After they had completed the necessary filming, she promised herself, she was going to enjoy the uninterrupted company of this bizarre little plastic doll she had created. She wondered what the "doll" herself would make of it.

She had a pretty shrewd idea she knew!

VESTA - Painworld is published by Chimera Press in the UK, priced £5.99 and available in most bookshops. Alternatively, you can visit Chimera's own website at www.chimerabooks.co.uk where you can order a copy using your credit/debit card.

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