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Caroline’s Total

The complete Caroline stories.

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Copyright Oggbashan October 2005; September 2006; December 2012; January 2013. This omnibus edition September 2015.

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.


Birth and Death

Caroline is an artist. She uses an unusual form of media. Her speciality is giant inflatable figures with some animation.

Normally her creations have a serious theme. For Halloween the City Council had commissioned her to produce some inflatable witches to ‘fly’ across the square outside City Hall. Caroline was reluctant to commercialise her art. The local publicity rather than the fee decided her to accept the commission. It was sweet to be wanted by her home town.

The flying witches were nearly ready. The suspension wires had been installed during the day. Caroline had attached the deflated witches to those wires. All she had to do at the evening commissioning ceremony was turn on the power to the air pumps and the servo motors that would ‘fly’ and animate the witches.

As usual when Caroline had a structure to install I was an unpaid helping pair of hands. We had been friends for a long time and although the car accident had strained our friendship she still turned to me when she needed help.

The car accident had been two years ago. I had been a passenger in Ivan and Caroline’s car when a heavy truck with faulty brakes hit head on. Ivan had been killed outright. Caroline had been carrying Ivan’s baby due to arrive in a couple of weeks. When we got into the car Caroline was in the front seat and didn’t put her seat belt on. I was sitting behind her. I passed her the front seat belt and suggested she put it on. She didn’t want to because it was uncomfortable across her bump. I insisted. So did Ivan.

If she hadn’t been wearing her seat belt she would have died with Ivan. If I hadn’t been wearing mine I would have crushed her from behind. That seat belt saved her life but killed her baby as her weight slammed forward. The car was too old to have airbags that might have saved the baby.

When Caroline came out of hospital after a Caesarean operation to remove her dead baby she wouldn’t see me or speak to me for months. I had written her a couple of sympathetic letters without getting a reply. Eventually her need of me as a useful pair of hands brought her back to me. Her first request was that I should be a guinea pig for her latest commission. Six months after the accident it was ready. Her recovery from the operation had delayed its completion. She had intended that she and Ivan should test it.

It was her most controversial and expensive private commission called ‘The Ideal Partner’. The whole idea was weird. She had been asked to make an inflatable sex toy that could be either male or female. She had succeeded.

The ‘Partner’ was six feet tall but operated lying down. It had a control panel at the back of the neck under the short black hair that could be either a crop for a woman or long for a man. The first switch was marked ‘Prepare’. That switch inflated the ‘Partner’ from a flaccid shell. The second switch was labelled M/F. If F was selected, the breasts inflated, the waist constricted to a female shape and the thighs slimmed. If M was chosen, the penis emerged from a concealed pocket above the vagina and inflated. The torso remained flat and the thighs grew thicker.

The third and largest switch was marked ‘ON/OFF’. The operator would place himself or herself in position on the inflated doll before pressing the switch.

If the ‘Partner’ is set as Male the legs will stay in position. The arms clasp the woman, pressing down on her buttocks, and bucking under her, impaling her on its penis. It will continue to fuck her tirelessly until the OFF switch is pressed.

If set as Female the legs spread allowing penetration of the vagina. The ‘Partner’s’ legs and arms wrap around the man pulling him into a tight embrace. One hand will move to the back of the man’s head to bring his lips into contact. A tongue would inflate and push into his mouth. That tongue will move inside his mouth as the ‘Partner’s’ pussy contracts rhythmically. Those movements continue until the OFF switch is pressed.

Caroline wanted me to be there while she tried the ‘Partner’ set as a male in case something went wrong with the mechanisms. I was reluctant. There had never been anything sexual between us. We had shared a hug or two and a passing kiss on the cheek. That was it. Now she was asking me to witness her being fucked by a doll. I could appreciate her dilemma. She and Ivan had been inseparable. She needed a man and I was the closest.

‘The Ideal Partner’ performed as designed. I was embarrassed as Caroline, impaled on her creation, experienced a number of orgasms. She had fitted a condom to the erect penis before starting the mechanism. She peeled it off.

“OK, Nick, it worked for me. Now let’s try it for you.”

Caroline switched the device to Female. I was aware that she was covering herself with her clothes. I barely noticed, fascinated as the body changed. The alterations were small but the result was impressive. The whole aura became female. The penis retracted and hid itself, the breasts grew with erect nipples, the waist, thighs and arms slimmed and even the face changed shape slightly. The legs splayed apart in an invitation.

Caroline held out a condom packet. I turned my back on her and stripped my clothes off. I had to give my tool a couple of quick pulls before I could fit the condom. When I turned back to look at ‘The Ideal Partner’ my erection grew. She looked as titled. I lowered myself between those spread legs and penetrated.

“Ready?”

Caroline had her hand on the switch. I nodded. She pressed.

The Partner slowly reacted. The pussy opened wider to receive me. ‘Her’ legs wound around my back. I didn’t move fast enough to avoid the arms that clamped mine to my sides. One arm held me tight as a hand pressed my head towards ‘her’ lips. They opened to meet me. My lips covered hers. ‘She’ was beginning to move under me as her tongue extended into my mouth. Suddenly I was aware that I was helpless in the ‘Partner’s’ clinging embrace. I couldn’t move an arm to reach the OFF switch. My tool was being sucked remorselessly inwards into a warm pulsing vagina.

I tried to ask Caroline to stop the device. I couldn’t. That tongue had gagged me as effectively as a ball. She was standing out of my line of sight. I tried wiggling my fingers to attract her attention. She didn’t react.

My helplessness was erotic. I knew that I wasn’t in any real danger while Caroline was there. I let myself be carried away by the ‘Partner’s’ simulated passion and came into her. ‘She’ took no notice and continued to pump away at me as if demanding an orgasm of her own. I ejaculated twice more in the hour that Caroline left me at the ‘Partner’s’ mercy.

When Caroline finally pressed the OFF switch I lay exhausted on that doll. I wanted to shout and yell at Caroline. I hadn’t got the energy. Caroline helped me to the spare room and put me to bed. I slept for hours until she brought me a cup of coffee.

I railed at her for leaving me so long. Caroline didn’t seem impressed by my anger.

“It doesn’t matter, Nick. You had a great fuck, didn’t you?”

I had to agree.

“Then why are you complaining? I needed to test ‘The Partner’ beyond what the client will take. He’s middle-aged. There’s no way he would run the device for an hour.”

“If he has a choice, Caroline. I couldn’t get free from those arms and legs.”

“I know. Shame. They won’t be like that when delivered. They’ll wrap round his body, not his arms. I adapted them just for you.”

“Why? Did you want to punish me for something?”

“Punish? Most men would think I had given them a reward.”

I was unconvinced. Caroline must have seen that I was in some distress and yet she let me suffer.

That was eighteen months ago. Tonight her witches would fly, releasing small parachuted bags of sweets to the c***dren below. They would be a success.

Caroline had invited me back to her place for an early evening meal as thanks for my help. She would go to inaugurate her witches. I might be in the crowd or I might go out to a Halloween event at a pub. My work was done.

After the meal Caroline asked me to join her in her studio. She had another work in progress.

“This was a commission that came from someone who saw ‘The Perfect Partner’. Remember that one, Nick?”

“How could I forget it, Caroline? She sucked me dry.”

“This one wouldn’t. This is ‘Fertility Goddess’, another of my action toys.”

“What does this one do?” I asked.

“It gives birth.”

“It does what?”

“Gives birth. I’ll show you. I haven’t finished the baby yet. It can give birth to the owner or to one of my mannequins.”

“Give birth to the owner? That’s weird, even for you.”

Caroline pulled the cotton dustsheet off the Goddess. She was at least twelve feet tall. Her skin was realistic, just like ‘The Perfect Partner’ had except over the distended stomach. That was clear plastic and very transparent. Inside was a large bed quilt roughly tacked together in a vaguely human shape. The vague head-like part was downwards inside her pelvic bones.

The Goddess was slumped against a large rolled cushion with her arms extended along it. Her legs were together with a pair of black satin, lace-trimmed panties around her knees. A matching satin bra held her breasts. Her mouth was slightly open. The whole impression was of extreme exhaustion. I felt that the Goddess had reached the final stage of a long labour and was about to give birth. This was one of Caroline’s most powerful works.

I stood looking at the Goddess for some time. I was in awe of Caroline’s mastery of her genre. This statue epitomised the pain and wonder of c***dbirth. I could see why ancient peoples had worshipped a c***dbearing Goddess.

“Like to see her in action?”

Caroline’s voice broke my mood.

“OK.”

Caroline turned on the power at the wall socket. She reached for the sole of the Goddess’s left foot. There, under a flap, were the control switches.

“This is how she gives birth…”

The Goddess sat up, reached forward and pushed her black panties down her legs until they were around one ankle. Her legs spread apart and she leaned backwards. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as her labia opened wider and wider. I could see clear bands of muscle around the transparent uterus contract, pushing the ‘baby’ downwards towards her hips.

There was a pause. The Goddess bent forwards, panting loudly. As if in obedience to a silent command to ‘Push!’ she lifted her hips slightly and spread her legs further. Gradually the ‘head’ began to emerge followed very slowly by the rest of the quilted ‘body’. When the whole was out the Goddess reached down, hooked her black panties around her other leg and pulled them up to a normal position. She slumped back against the cushion as if totally exhausted.

It had been a remarkable and very realistic portrayal.

“Like to try it, Nick?”

“Try it?”

“Yes. She can give birth to you.”

“Wouldn’t that be dangerous? To me?”

“No. The only thing that might be dangerous is loss of air. I have provided a breathing tube for the owner to use. It is plastic, like a snorkel tube. You have snorkelled, haven’t you?”

I nodded.

“Then you won’t have any problem. Please Nick?”

“You really want me to do this, don’t you Caroline?”

“Yes. A large commission depends on its successful operation.”

“Have we got time before you switch on the witches?”

“Of course we have. You saw how long it took. Even with the extra features it should only take half an hour. We have two hours to go.”

I shouldn’t have let Caroline persuade me. The preparations became more and more alarming as she went on. Once I had agreed I didn’t want to chicken out.

She explained that the Goddess was incomplete and some of the features were temporary. For example the uterus was made of thinner plastic than the final version and might puncture if caught by a finger or toenail. Once I had stripped to my boxers she covered my feet and hands with soft cotton bags like mittens. She fastened them around my ankles and wrists. I could have released the mittens with my teeth except that my mouth was filled with the breathing tube. The mouthpiece went behind my teeth. Outside my mouth the plastic sealed over my lips and nose. I could breathe easily through both. I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t displace the tube once Caroline had strapped it to my head.

I climbed into the Goddess’ womb feet first. I had to turn my shoulders to pass through the hard plastic bones. Caroline kept hold of the free end of the breathing tube. At the outside end of the tube she had fitted a wide shallow funnel so that I couldn’t accidentally drag the tube through the labia.

I had to curl myself into an appropriately foetal position inside that constricting womb. My head was between the pelvic bones but I could see out through the clear plastic skin.

“Nick? Are you ready?” The plastic surrounding me muffled Caroline’s voice. I couldn’t speak or nod my head. I held up a thumb.

“OK. I’ll just add some lube to the passage.”

She reached inside with a tube and carefully squeezed two lines of clear liquid near the inner end of the passageway and close to the outer edge. I didn’t understand why she took a pencil to push the used tube in with me. It came to rest beside my head.

“Starting now. She’ll go into the rest position first, pulling her panties up.”

Caroline touched one of the switches under the Goddess’ left foot. I was tipped backwards as the large legs lifted. The panties were pulled up the thighs, hitched around the buttocks and settled in place. The funnel at the end of my breathing tube was hidden under black satin. I could still breathe with slightly increased effort. I had to strain my eyes to see through the clear plastic above the waistband of the panties. The Goddess’ mechanisms came to rest.

I could see Caroline climb a short stepladder beside the Goddess’ head. She was clutching a mass of black material. She slid it over the head and down over the shoulders and breasts before climbing down. She pulled at the back, moved round to the front and tugged the material. It was sliding down towards the edge of the panties. What was she doing? If that material came any lower I wouldn’t be able to see out.

She reduced the gap between to a narrow slit. Her face appeared in that slit.

“Nick. I think you can hear me. This is a Goddess-sized body stocking. It has poppers in the crotch. I’m going to wriggle it inside the panties and shut those poppers. You could have done that from inside. Or should I say you would have been able to do that before I sealed the vagina with superglue?”

I shook my head as much as I could with the breathing tube in place.

“Too late now, Nick. You are inside and are not coming out. The Fertility Goddess will do her best to give birth to you. Her best won’t be good enough.”

I struggled as much as I could inside the plastic womb. I tried to rip the mittens off my hands.

“Sorry, Nick. I lied. That plastic is heavy duty. Even with your hands free you couldn’t mark it.”

Caroline watched my struggles as if they didn’t concern her.

“Are you asking why?”

Of course I was but I was securely gagged.

“If you hadn’t insisted on me wearing a seat belt my baby might have lived and I would have had a reminder of Ivan. Your insistence killed my baby. I want you to know how my baby felt, crushed to death in my womb.”

Caroline held up a used envelope and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Remember this? You wrote this letter to me. I think it will be useful now. Shall I read it to you? You can’t object, can you? The really interesting parts say:

‘I’m sorry to have caused you so much pain. I would do anything I could to take the pain away. Nothing can replace your baby. Please believe that my intentions were for the best. I’m sorry that they had to end this way…’

It was so thoughtful of you not to date it. It will do very nicely as a suicide note.”

Caroline put the letter in a fresh envelope. The postmark on the old envelope would have given the date.

I kicked out as hard as I could with my legs. The womb absorbed the impact and forced my legs back in place.

“Now I am going to unplug the Goddess and re-plug her through a timer. I took this timer from your flat. It only has your fingerprints on it. A few adjustments with a tip of a pencil… There. It is set to come on at eight o’clock when I will be in front of a crowd of thousands. Goodbye. I am going to fit the body securely, then her wrap-round skirt. When the timer activates the Fertility Goddess will try to give birth to you. Do you want to know what will happen?”

I glared at Caroline. That was all I could do.

“Her uterine muscles will start to contract. Her legs will spread and she will slowly, ever so slowly, increase the pressure at the upper part of the womb. You won’t move. What a pity. Your exit is glued shut and outside the body and panties will still be in place because you didn’t press the switch to remove them. When she thinks, but of course she doesn’t think, does she? that you have begun to be born the rest of her uterine muscles will pull inwards to express you from her body. As you will still be there, those muscles will crush you to death. Or you might die of suffocation as the muscles break your breathing tube…”

I could almost feel the womb shrinking around me as Caroline spoke. She walked away, coming back without the timer. I had felt the change as the electrical supply to the Goddess had been cut. It had been a small effect like someone adjusting their position in a chair but it had happened. Would the Goddess be relaxed enough for me to fight my way out?

“That’s done. Now for the shroud…”

My light was cut off as Caroline pulled the black body down. I heard the snaps as she closed the poppers. I was moved slightly as she wrapped the skirt.

The last thing I heard was Caroline’s formal heels tapping her way out of the flat. How long would it be before that timer switched the Fertility Goddess on and I began to die?

Caroline would be bringing Halloween joy and laughter to hundreds of c***dren while I died in the womb of her creation. She loved c***dren. The seat belt had deprived her of the possibility of having any of her own.

Perhaps her intention was to make me the sacrifice to the Fertility Goddess. She had trapped me so that the Goddess would strain and strain and never give birth to me – reproducing Caroline’s pain at the loss of her own fertility.

I waited for the timer to start the process of crushing me to death.

***
Birthed again

Caroline had persuaded me to try being rebirthed by her massive creation ‘The Fertility Goddess’. Once I was inside, she had sealed the Goddess’s labia with super glue, covered the whole body with a black body stocking and wrapped a skirt around it.

She had plugged the Goddess into a time switch and that would start the process of giving birth at eight o’clock when Caroline would be in front of a large crowd operating her flying witches for the town’s Halloween celebration.

I was breathing through a snorkel tube. I was having difficulty because the Goddess’s black satin panties and the body stocking’s poppered crotch covered the end of the tube. What did that matter? Once the timer started the Goddess’s mechanisms into action the contractions to give birth to me would crush me inside her plastic womb as her uterus couldn’t open.

Why was Caroline determined to kill me? All I had done was persuade her to wear a seatbelt when pregnant. The car crash that had killed her partner had also killed Caroline’s unborn baby – and she blamed me for that. Without her seatbelt Caroline would have died too. For a long time she had said that she would have preferred to die. I believed her.

I thought that she had recovered from the tragedy and had started working with her again. Now she had proved me wrong. Her Fertility Goddess was going to kill me and Caroline had even saved a letter of mine that could be interpreted as a suicide note.

***

Confined in the dark inside Caroline’s plastic Goddess I had no idea of time. When she had left it was about an hour before the ceremony with the Flying Witches. After that hour the timer would switch on. Caroline wouldn’t return for at least another hour. By that time I would have been dead for at least three-quarters of an hour.

Would Caroline come straight back? Or would she delay her return? What did it matter? If she came back soon, or later, I would still be dead.

Despite my situation I found it arousing to be sealed in a womb holding me so secure and safe. If the uterus and its exit hadn’t been sealed I might have even enjoyed the idea of the Fertility Goddess giving birth to me. As it was, I would be the Goddess’s first human sacrifice. Would that make the Goddess unsaleable or more valuable?

I tried wriggling. Every movement was suppressed by the Goddess’s tight embrace. My head was cradled between her plastic bones. I was curled into a foetal position and as helpless as a real baby would be once its mother’s womb began to contract around it.

I closed my eyes because I could see only a little light filtering through the black body stocking and wrap-round skirt. I must have dozed, unlikely as it seems, while waiting for the first sign of movement that would tell me that the Goddess was about to crush me.


I felt a movement. I opened my eyes in the dim light. I could feel some movement but not the sound of the Goddess’s pumps and motors. Below my head I heard the poppers of the body stocking being opened. The wrap-round skirt was parted and the body stocking raised. I blinked in the sudden light and saw Caroline looking down at me. Even upside down, her face seemed to show concern for me. At first I couldn’t hear what she was saying.

“Nick!” She shouted, “I’m sorry Nick. I didn’t mean to leave you more than a few minutes. I’m sorry. Are you OK?”

I couldn’t answer. The snorkel tube was filling my mouth. I couldn’t raise a hand. The plastic womb had stifled all my movements.

“I’m going to set her in motion to let you out. Don’t worry. She won’t crush you. She’ll take her panties off first.”

The super glue! What about the super glue? I though furiously. It didn’t matter about the body stocking or panties if the Goddess’s birth canal was sealed with super glue.

Caroline might have read my thoughts.

“The glue? It wasn’t glue. It was vaseline from a small handbag size tube. You’ll slide through easily.”

I felt the whirr as the Goddess’s motors began. She reached forward and pulled her panties down her legs and off. She lay back and spread her legs wide. The plastic bones cradling my head swung aside as her legs moved. Slowly my body started to slide down into the passage to the outside. My head emerged into open air.

Caroline unstrapped the harness holding the snorkel in place and eased it out of my mouth. She kissed me on the lips as she threw the snorkel across the room.

She was wearing a long formal black dress with a show of cleavage. Her arms wrapped around me, pulling me against her breasts as she lay back on the mattress. As I emerged slowly Caroline dragged me along the mattress still keeping my face in her cleavage. My boxers were left behind as my legs emerged from the Goddess.

Caroline rolled me slightly and hitched her dress up to her waist. She pulled me face level with hers and covered my lips with hers. I couldn’t move a muscle yet after being confined so long. Caroline’s hand found my erection and fed it into her warm pussy. That spurred me into action.

Despite my muscles screaming as they regained movement, I thrust myself deep into Caroline. Whatever she had intended, she had nearly killed me. Fucking her senseless seemed a start for my revenge. I pounded away on her in a frenzy that I had never had with any woman ever. My fervour began to wane. Caroline was loving my brutal fucking. She was writhing and moaning under me. Her arms hauled me closer. Her hips thrust back against me. Her muscles contracted around my tool as I banged into her.

All thought of revenge or explanations or expostulations vanished as she and I became one a****l determined to make love harder and stronger than I had ever done. My stamina seemed endless. I was close, so close, to a climax yet never quite there. Caroline was convulsing under me with climax after climax. Something about the situation had turned on all her switches into sensual overload. All I could do was keep thrusting into her writhing body.

At last she clamped her legs and arms around me in one final spasm. That was enough for me. I released everything into her and sagged into her fierce embrace. She kissed and hugged me over and over again as my body slumped into a spent lassitude.

I woke up later. Caroline had wrapped me in a sheet. I was lying with my head in her lap as she stroked my hair gently. I looked up at her.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why? I intended to scare you, to make you appreciate what the loss of my baby really meant. What I didn’t intend was to leave you so long. I went out to my car to load some items for the display and was caught by a TV crew who insisted on filming me all the way to the event.”

Caroline stroked my cheek.

“I intended to come back in a few minutes and let you out. The TV crew took so long that I had to go straight to the Halloween event. I thought you would be safe, held in my womb. You couldn’t get out. You couldn’t harm yourself and the Fertility Goddess certainly couldn’t. I had pulled the plug out of the socket.”

I snuggled against her tummy. It wasn’t the same as being inside the womb she had made but was soft and warm.

“While I was gone,” she continued, “I finally accepted what I had been fighting for months. I love you, Nick. Now I know that when you wanted me to put that seatbelt on, all you were thinking about was my safety. If I hadn’t, I would be dead. I’m alive. I’m working and enjoying my work. I am rebuilding my life and I want you as part of it. All the time I was out I was thinking that I was cradling you in my womb. That made me feel warm and sexy. I wanted to come rushing back here to make love to you. Now we have. Did you like it?”

I responded by raising myself to kiss her. She kissed me back.

“One thing I would like, Nick, is to try the Fertility Goddess for myself. Do you think you could operate her if I showed you how?”

I nodded.

“Let’s do it. Now.”

Caroline explained the Goddess’s controls several times. We retrieved the snorkel. I strapped it in place. Caroline couldn’t talk as we stripped her and eased her inside the plastic womb. I flipped the switch that made the Goddess replace her panties around her hips. I pulled the body stocking down even though Caroline shook her head violently. I wrapped the black skirt across the bulging belly, sealing Caroline in darkness.

Shall I leave her there, trapped in a womb of her own creation, or shall I press the switches that will make the Fertility Goddess give birth to Caroline?

I’ll wait. I’ll make the decision later…

***

Caroline’s Lamia

I couldn’t leave Caroline imprisoned in the Goddess’s womb. We had just shown each other our love which we had denied for years. Five minutes after trapping her, I unwrapped the skirt, removed the body-stocking and pressed the control to make the Goddess give birth to her. Seconds later I was holding a warm naked Caroline in my arms. She pulled the snorkel from her mouth and kissed me.

“I’m sorry…” I started to say. My words were stopped with another long kiss.

“I’m sorry too, Nick,” she said eventually. “You were inside her for hours. But the Goddess needs to be modified.”

Caroline pointed at the snorkel.

“That’s unnecessary and awkward. I need to provide a good air supply to whoever is inside the Goddess and make sure no matter how they struggle that air isn’t impeded. That’s a job for another day. It’ll be complicated but not difficult. At least my other commission doesn’t have that problem.”

I should have said nothing. Caroline uses me as her assistant and test dummy. Another commission would mean more trials for me.

“What commission?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“A Lamia.”

“A what?”

“A Lamia. A half-woman, half snake.”

“Who would want an inflatable Lamia, Caroline?”

“The same man who commissioned The Goddess. He was going to use The Goddess at home but he has had a better idea. He runs a sex club for consenting adults. Now he thinks that The Goddess will be an added attraction to his club and anyway she’s far too large for a normal house. If I can modify The Goddess so that her victim doesn’t need a snorkel his club members could enjoy her. Until I went inside her myself I hadn’t appreciated that the snorkel was impracticable for repeated use.”

“But why a Lamia? What will a Lamia do that might interest the club members?”

“The Goddess is scary to anyone who sees her for the first time…”

“She looks scary. Inside, especially trapped inside, she is more than scary. She is really frightening.”

Caroline hugged me.

“I know. I’m sorry. But a Lamia does this…”

Caroline’s arms and legs wrapped around me and squeezed.

“…but more effectively. A Lamia has arms and legs and a long snake’s tail that wraps round and round like a boa constrictor. A Lamia’s victim is hugged to death. Of course my Lamia wouldn’t kill…”

“Are you sure?”

“…but would immobilise and enfold into helplessness.”

“And I’m to be your test dummy, again?”

“Please, Nick? Could you let me test the Lamia tomorrow?”

I couldn’t refuse a naked Caroline who was hugging me so effectively. I was helpless in her grip and her kiss was irresistible. Since she wanted me tomorrow, it seemed pointless to go home and come back again. We ordered pizza delivery and shared a bottle of wine before going to bed.

Caroline demonstrated Lamia techniques in bed. Every time we coupled she held me so tight that I couldn’t have withdrawn if I had wanted to. As we finally went to sleep her arms still held me tight with her breast pressing into my back.

I woke up with my head in her cleavage as she hugged me. I tried to move. She pulled me in so tightly that I could barely breathe. Once we were out of bed we even showered together. Caroline seemed to keep me close to her as if she was afraid to let me out of her sight.

I felt the same. After years of being friends, becoming lovers was special and something we wanted to enjoy again and again. Breakfast took longer than it should have because we were wrapped around each other. We calmed down after a few cups of coffee.

Ten minutes later we were standing in front of Caroline’s massive Lamia.

I had thought that The Goddess was a powerful work of art, showing on her face the pain and exhilaration of successful c***d birth. The Lamia’s slightly green face seemed to portray world-weariness, knowledge that comes from being an eternal divine creature, cynicism and yet a compelling lust that might be evil. I wasn’t sure whether to be enthralled or repelled. I thought that an encounter with Caroline’s Lamia might be an ecstasy or an ordeal and the choice wouldn’t with the Lamia’s victim.

The Lamia was at least twice the size of a normal woman. Her dress was almost bridal, a large central pleat from neck to hem, white satin hinting a massive cleavage, wrist-length sleeves and a full skirt. Below and beyond the skirt was a long snake of green satin, deflated at present. Her hands were in white satin gloves.

“Sit on her lap, Nick, and I’ll inflate her. She won’t do anything – yet.”

I felt foolish as I climbed onto the Lamia’s lap. My legs dangled.

“Rest your head against her breasts,” Caroline ordered. “Not like that. Rest the back of your head between them.”

I shifted position. My head sank into the Lamia’s satin bodice. Her breasts protruded well beyond my nose. Despite myself, I was aroused by the sensation of being cradled between massive tits. Caroline picked up a remote control.

“Sit still,” Caroline said. “I’ll start her.”

I heard the whirr of the air pump. Nothing seemed to happen until I looked down. The Lamia’s snake tail enlarged and began to writhe slowly. The pump stopped.

“She’s ready. Are you?”

“What do I have to be ready for, Caroline?” I asked.

“The Lamia’s embrace, of course. There are several options. I’ll use the basic one first, just to make sure that works satisfactorily.”

There was a faint noise as the air pump began again, then silence. I jumped as the Lamia’s arms whipped around my body, pinning my arms to my sides. Her legs, sheathed in light green nylon, emerged from slits in the skirt I hadn’t noticed and swung around my legs. I was held immobile. I sensed that the Lamia’s grip was firm yet the limbs were apparently soft and yielding.

“That’s OK,” Caroline announced. “Next…”

While one arm held me, the other satin-gloved hand clamped across my mouth, forcing my head deeper into the Lamia’s cleavage.

“Can you speak?” Caroline asked.

I could grunt. That was all.

“Good.”

She pressed another button. The Lamia’s tail rose from the floor and swayed in front of my eyes. The end slithered behind my body, easing itself between me and the Lamia’s dress. More of the snake followed, pushing me forwards yet with my head still forced between the breasts. The snake slithered round and round my body, arms and legs until I was swathed from feet to neck. The touch of the green satin was pleasant, even soothing, as I was engulfed in its coils.

The coils began to tighten. I could hear the air pump again as it inflated the coils to hardness. I was completely helpless imprisoned in the Lamia’s tail, gagged by her hand and my head had almost disappeared between her breasts.

“Imagine what it would be like if you had been facing her,” Caroline suggested.

I would rather not, I thought. I would be smothering in the Lamia’s cleavage. I was the victim of another of Caroline’s creations and totally at the mercy of whatever her remote control could do. I watched as she pressed another button. The snake’s tail rose from my neck. The gloved hand moved. The tip of the tail darted between my lips and slowly fed itself inside my mouth before expanding to gag me too effectively. I would have shaken my head to protest. I couldn’t. The Lamia’s breasts had immobilised my head even without the hand gag.

“OK. Thank you, Nick,” I barely heard Caroline say.

She pressed a larger button. The tail’s tip deflated, slid out of my mouth, and away. The coils around my body gradually relaxed, unwound and moved away to rest on the floor again. I was still held by the Lamia’s arms and legs. They too unclasped and released me. My head was still stuck between the breasts. They shrank slightly until I was able to lean forward.

“That was a successful test,” Caroline said as I climbed down from the Lamia’s lap.

“The Lamia is nearly as threatening as The Goddess,” I said. “Even though I wasn’t inside her, once those coils tightened I might just as well have been. I was afraid they would squeeze too hard, or that I might slip down into them and be suffocated.”

“That couldn’t happen,” Caroline objected. “I have built more safety features into the Lamia than I had in The Goddess.”

“Did The Goddess have ANY safety features?” I asked sarcastically. “I didn’t see any.”

“The victim isn’t supposed to see the safety features. The victim is just that – a victim, helpless and controlled. The safety features are there. The main one is for power failures. There is a battery-powered time delay. My creations will automatically deflate and release the victim.”

“But I was inside The Goddess for hours, and you had unplugged her.” I said accusingly.

“I know. I hadn’t connected the time delay. I didn’t think I’d need it…”

I asked another stupid question.

“What else can the Lamia do?”

I should have kept my mouth shut.

“There are many variations possible. I’d like to test them all, Nick. Are you ready for another session with her?”

“Perhaps after some coffee? I can still feel her coils crushing me.”

“They didn’t!” Caroline retorted indignantly. “I designed the Lamia to hold, to contain, to hug, but never to crush…”

“The difference must be minor. Once inside her coils I couldn’t move at all.”

“You’re not supposed to be able to move. You are her prey to be devoured.”

“Devoured? Can I risk her other features?”

“Of course you can, Nick. I want you, not a dead body. The Lamia is safe but takes sexual entrapment a long way.”

“I need coffee before I let you press those buttons again.”

“OK. But next time I’ll show you just how interesting the Lamia’s abilities are.”

I didn’t like the sound of ‘interesting’. Caroline’s definition of ‘interesting’ isn’t mine.

While Caroline made more coffee I visited the bathroom to get rid of the breakfast coffee and to splash cold water on my face. I wanted to be wholly awake before the Lamia attacked me again.

Several cups of coffee later Caroline led me back to the Lamia.

“Strip,” she ordered, “then stand there,” she said, pointing to about six feet in front of the Lamia. “facing me.”

I took my clothes off, piled them in a heap and stood, my back to the gigantic Lamia.

Caroline raised her remote control and pressed a button. I heard a swish. The Lamia’s tail lashed round my waist. More coils dropped from above my head, grabbing my arms and pulling them against my sides. I admit it, I squeaked. My feet nearly left the floor. I was dragged backwards on to the Lamia’s lap. The coils turned me round and thrust my head into her cleavage. Somehow the satin bodice had disappeared.

My legs entered between the Lamia’s. My hips came between her massive thighs that felt like warm naked female skin against mine. Where had the wide satin skirt gone? I almost panicked, thinking that I would be suffocated between the soft breasts. I opened my mouth to gulp a last breath.

I could breathe. I don’t know how Caroline had managed it. I seemed to be deep in impenetrable cleavage, breasts coming together behind my head which was wholly surrounded by mammary tissue, yet I could breathe. The air was seductively scented. It could be delicately perfumed warm female, just like Caroline’s cleavage might have been if she were to be three times the size she is. I relaxed and imagined that I was in Caroline’s embrace, not the Lamia’s.

I was in Caroline’s embrace. The Lamia is Caroline’s creation. Caroline was controlling the Lamia, so it was she who had captured me, she who was hugging me cruelly tight, she who was smothering me between her breasts, yet not smothering me, allowing me air to breathe. Anything I did, even just to breathe, was because Caroline let me.

I heard Caroline’s voice faintly.

“The Lamia devours men, but before she does, she drains them. Unlike The Partner, you don’t need to wear a condom. The Lamia’s pussy is always ready to receive an erection…”

“I don’t want to be devoured,” I shouted through the muffling breasts.

“Oops!” Caroline said. “I forget this button.”

I felt a hard nipple press between my lips and insinuate itself into my mouth followed by a breast large enough to stifle my objections. Held between two massive breasts I was now gagged by a third smaller breast. I could still breathe. The middle breast let air through. I could breathe through my mouth, through my nose, but I couldn’t say an intelligible word.

One of the Lamia’s hands found my erection and directed it into her waiting cleft that close around me. The Lamia’s pussy began to pulse around me. The coils holding me moved in time with the pussy, pulling me deeper and squeezing me to the rhythm of her labia. The breast stuffing my mouth moved as well. Within seconds I was lost in the wonder of an insistent sexual encounter. I was overwhelmed physically and sexually, lost in the Lamia’s body. I would have shuddered as I came. I couldn’t. I was held too tightly and couldn’t move at all, only as the Lamia moved me.

As I relaxed, exhausted, my head sank deeper between the breasts which closed behind my head. The coils around my body unwound but I was still held by the Lamia’s arms and legs. Her cleft split wider and wider until my hips were inside it, then moving deeper. The Lamia’s legs absorbed mine. Soon the whole of me was inside the Lamia’s skin and bagged in a satin-lined space which sealed behind my back. My mouth was still securely gagged with that middle breast. My prick began to stir as a soft warm skin slid over it like a sheath.

The Lamia began to turn me to face the other way. I could see out between the Lamia’s breasts through translucent material. Caroline was watching closely, her hand on the remote control.

“You’ve been devoured, Nick. Now she’ll wrap you securely.”

Securely? I was already helpless, gagged, my prick sheathed, my body confined and at Caroline’s mercy.

She held up the remote control and pressed another button. A bra rose ahead of my face, cradled the massive breasts and fastened. My head was forced back. My eyes could just see Caroline’s head between the bra’s cups. The satin bodice hid her from me as it rose to the Lamia’s neck. The dress slid across from both sides and shrank into a slender sheath, forcing the Lamia’s legs, and mine engulfed within them, closely together.

The Lamia stood up. I expected that I would slide downwards. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was too securely engulfed inside the Lamia’s body, its victim and Caroline’s victim.

“It works! Everything works!” I heard Caroline shouting through the layers confining me.

Slowly, very slowly, the Lamia sat down and the processes reversed. My legs were released, the dress widened again, the sheath surrounding my prick carefully retracted. The last action before the Lamia’s body opened was the deflation of the breast gagging me. I slid down the Lamia’s legs to land in a heap on the floor at her feet.

Caroline rushed forward and hugged me. She clasped my head to her breasts. In her cleavage I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care. I was out of Caroline’s Lamia and held by the real Caroline.

Caroline rewarded me with a night of frantic lovemaking. As I dropped off into an exhausted sleep I wondered what she would make me endure next. I had survived The Partner, The Goddess and Caroline’s Lamia.

What would Caroline create next?

***

Caroline’s Spider Woman

Caroline is an artist. She uses an unusual form of media. Her speciality is giant inflatable figures with some animation.

Caroline had been using me as the test pilot for her sexual creations, The Partner that could be male or female; The Goddess which swallowed her victim into her womb and then gave birth; and Caroline’s Lamia which could catch and wrap her victim in her long snake tail before devouring the victim by enclosing him in her body.

I had been trapped by Caroline inside The Goddess and left for hours. I persuaded her to get inside and trapped her too – but only for minutes.

Although I am willing to help Caroline, I end up as a helpless victim, confined in her creations and totally at her mercy. Caroline has had a commission from the owner of a sexual encounters club to produce The Goddess and The Lamia for use in the club.

Three months after my experience with The Lamia, Caroline and I are acknowledged as girlfriend and boyfriend. We make love to each other even if I am always her victim, go out together, share experiences, and I still help with her creations.

***

Jerry, the owner of the sexual encounters club, was very pleased with his members’ response to The Partner, The Goddess and The Lamia. Before Caroline delivered and installed them she had modified The Goddess so that the victim could breathe normally while confined in The Goddess’ womb, a feature she had tried for the first time with The Lamia.

Jerry wasn’t so convinced about The Partner. His club members weren’t keen on a sexual toy that could be male or female. Most of the men wanted a female Partner, most of the women wanted a male Partner, and didn’t like using one that had been used by the other sex. Of course, some men wanted a male Partner, and some women wanted a female Partner, but they didn’t want to use a reversible sex Partner.

Although Caroline had designed The Goddess and The Lamia to have male victims, both were popular with men and women. Again the club’s members wanted one for men and one for women, so Caroline had made copies of both. Four Goddesses and four Lamias had been installed at the club and all four, including the prototypes, had been operating satisfactorily for over a month now.

The Lamia’s feature that enabled her to catch and subdue a passing victim was very popular. Some of the members took delight in setting The Lamia’s controls so that she pounced on unsuspecting new members. Their surprise and consternation when they were dragged into The Lamia’s embrace was a feature of their initiation. Jerry did explain to new members that they could be unwilling victims of the club’s devices at any time and made sure they had signed a disclaimer that prevented them from objecting to anything that might happen on the club’s premises.

Jerry wanted Caroline to produce many more copies of The Partner but without the sex-change ability, and to design more creations that could work with more than one person, either sequentially or simultaneously.

Caroline, with my unskilled help when I was available in the evenings and weekends, had been manufacturing the copies of The Partner. She had taken on a friend from her University days, Angela, as a part-time software specialist. Angela was recovering from an abusive relationship and was grateful for both the work and the company while she rebuilt her life.

Angela hadn’t decided whether she hated all men or just the man who had abused her. Her interaction with me had been prickly at first, very defensive and she had been abrupt whenever she had to talk to me. As she saw me repeatedly becoming Caroline’s victim inside Caroline’s creations, and that Caroline and I were loving partners, Angela began to relax. She stopped seeing me as a possible threat but she was still wary. I’m not sure which of the two of us was more embarrassed whenever one of Caroline’s devices brought me to ejaculation when Angela was present. Gradually we accepted each other as fellow workers helping Caroline, sometimes even paired victims squashed together.

The three of us had discussed possible new inflatable creations and devices but hadn’t had time to do more than talk about the possibilities. Caroline and I had been working so hard, for such long hours, that our relationship was suffering. We were too tired at the end of each day to do anything except go to our respective homes or, at best, fall asleep in each other’s arms.

One Saturday night, as we climbed wearily into bed about two a.m., I decided that enough was enough.

“Jeremy can wait!” I exclaimed. “Tomorrow is a rest day, Sunday. We’re not working. We’re having time for us, together.”

“Don’t let Jerry hear you say his real name,” Caroline protested sleepily, “no one is supposed to know he is Jeremy.”

“Jerry or Jeremy, he can wait a day. We’re so tired because we do nothing but work, eat and sleep. We need a day off.”

“OK, Nick. We need a day off. I agree. No work tomorrow. Now can we go to sleep? We need that first.”

Caroline was right. We were asleep within minutes.

The next morning I woke up first. I crept out of bed and went to make breakfast in bed for Caroline. She deserved it because she had been working too hard for too long.

When I brought the breakfast to her she was sitting up in bed. Only then did I notice that she had a cheap plastic ring on a gold chain around her neck.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s one of my safety devices, Nick,” Caroline replied. “All the club members are given one. They wear it on a convenient finger, and if they press the inside with their thumb, like this…”

A shrill siren shrieked in the bedroom and a red light flashed on the wall.

“Turn it off!” I shouted over the racket.

“I can’t. Not from here. Slap the button below the red light,” Caroline shouted back.

I banged the button. The siren stopped. The light went out.

“Why haven’t I got one?” I asked accusingly.

About two months ago we had had a real argument about the safety devices built into Caroline’s creations. She hadn’t told me they existed and I was helplessly trapped each time, unable to protest or extricate myself. Her response had been that as the tester I didn’t need them. She was always present and watching – except when she had apparently sealed and glued me inside The Goddess’ womb and left me there for hours convinced that I would be crushed when The Goddess began to give birth.

“You still don’t need one, darling Nick,” Caroline answered. “I’ll be watching you closely every time you test my devices. If you are in trouble I’ll get you out quickly and safely…”

“…but how will you know I’m in trouble? I’m usually trussed up like an oven-ready turkey, gagged, smothered…”

“I’ll know. But if you really want, you can have one of these rings. You’ve seen how it works. No matter how completely you are restrained, you could still move your thumb to the base of your finger. The club’s members regard these rings like L-plates for learner drivers. They think that if you are still wearing one you’re not a full member, just a newbie. I’m slightly worried about that attitude. One of my creations might just malfunction and how would anyone know? But they, and Jerry, seem willing to take the risk. They trust me, perhaps unhealthily. Your suspicion is welcome and useful when you are trying a new creation.”

Caroline hugged me. I put the breakfast tray down carefully before we kissed. We were still too tired to do more.

After breakfast we decided to go out for a walk in the local park followed by a pub lunch. It was Autumn, and the dew was still on the grass of the park. Suddenly Caroline stopped by a bush and looked closely at it.

“What’s so interesting about a bush?” I asked idly.

“Not the bush. The spider, and its web,” she replied.

“It’s a spider’s web. So what?”

“It’s given me an idea for another of my inflatables, Nick.”

“OK. We’re on a day off. I can’t stop you thinking but we’re not working today, are we?”

“No. We’re not. I’ve got to stop reproducing my creations and get back to designing them. We can’t keep up with the demand and while we’re making multiple copies I’m too tired to think.”

“So am I. The company that makes your fabric could make your designs, couldn’t it?”

“Yes, Nick. I’ve been reluctant to approach them because of the sexual nature of my recent work, but they’ve made some of my public art already.”

“OK. Caroline. It can’t do any harm to ask. They don’t have to market them, or even put their name on them. They might say ‘No’, but it if they say ‘Yes’, we could have some more time together and you could have time to design new ones…”

Caroline grabbed me and kissed me hard. I kissed her back. We walked on through the park with an arm wrapped around each other. We sat side by side in the pub, legs touching. After the meal I went to refill our drinks. When I got back to the table Caroline had her notebook out and was sketching spider women. She showed me the last drawing.

“What do you think?”

“Too much spider, not enough woman. Those eight legs are too spiky, the face isn’t feminine, and the body needs larger breasts…”

She grabbed the notebook back and scribbled frantically before showing me a revised version.

“I don’t think so. Those legs? Too angular. I’ll try.”

I drew a woman with four slim legs and four human arms with a spider’s body behind her almost like a bustled dress. I showed it to Caroline and sat back sipping my drink.

She looked at it carefully. She tried another version with a bigger body than my sketch.

“That might do. You’re right. She needs to be a woman with spider characteristics, not a spider with a few female attributes. Your version would be easier to make too…”

“I’m not just a pretty face,” I retorted.

“You aren’t. Sometimes I forget that you can draw too…”

After the meal we went for a longer walk in the park, hand in hand, talking about anything and everything that wasn’t related to Caroline’s animated devices or my work. It was a pleasant interlude, especially as we knew that we would be back at work tomorrow. That evening we ate a light pasta meal because the pub lunch had been filling. I would have gone home, but Caroline insisted that I stay the night.

In bed Caroline insisted that we strip each other naked. By the time we had removed all our night clothes we were both excited. She wanted me to kiss between her legs. As I did, she scissored me gently before sliding down and impaling herself on my erection. Her breasts bounced around as she rode me. I was holding back, waiting for her to reach a climax, until she grabbed her silk nightdress and covered my face, holding it tight with her hands. I spurted into her, unable to hold back once her scent surrounded my head.

Hours later she rode me again, much more slowly and carefully. My lips sought her erect nipples, kissed, nibbled and sucked until she arched her back in ecstasy. That night had been our best sex for weeks.

I was reluctant to leave her in the morning but I had to work. Her income from her art work was erratic. My salary was constant and in the past sometimes I had to subsidise her until her customers paid up. That was becoming less necessary now that Jerry was a good repeat customer. He paid on time and in full unlike the authorities who ordered her public art works. Like most government bodies they paid months in arrears.

When I returned in the evening, Caroline had two pieces of good news. The company would be pleased to make her erotic creations. They could start from next week if Caroline could send them the specifications and lend them Angela. She had emailed the specifications within minutes.

The second item was a call from Jerry. He had been intending to franchise his sexual encounters club. On Sunday, potential franchisors had visited his club and had tried Caroline’s Partner, The Goddess and The Lamia. They wanted their own. Although detailed negotiations about the franchise arrangements might take weeks, after that there could be orders for up to thirty Partners, and ten each of The Goddess and The Lamia.

Caroline already had outstanding orders that would keep her supplier busy for the next couple of months, so the future orders might come just at the right time. If so, her finances would be secure and she could concentrate on new projects. Angela would also be pleased. She could become Caroline’s full-time software geek.

The three of us had already started and nearly completed a simple project, The Room. The principle was simple. A large box about the size of a normal double bedroom is lined with Caroline’s inflatable material. In the centre is a king-size bed, fixed to the floor. As soon as anyone walks into The Room, the door shuts behind them and the walls begin to inflate, reducing the floor area and pushing the victim towards and on to the bed.

Once on the bed, the walls continue to inflate, spilling over and pushing the victim or victims flat on the satin covered mattress which tilts up at the edges. If there is one victim, he/she is rhythmically massaged to a climax by the bed and the enclosing walls. If there are two victims, they are forced together before the massage starts. After about ten minutes, a time that can be varied by the controls, the inflation retracts and the victims can leave by the further door while The Room resets itself for the next victim(s).

Caroline had erected a small version of The Room in her spare bedroom which only had one door. Please, could I try it for her?

Of course I agreed, as long as I had one of the safety rings. I didn’t want to run the risk of being squashed and suffocated with no way out.

“This is only a first trial version, Nick,” Caroline explained. “The door doesn’t shut by itself. You’ll have to do that. It would shut as the inflation started but might impede the mechanism if left open. Also it’s a single bed that doesn’t tilt. It’s just the normal spare bed. But I have made one change just for you. The walls are made from the same material as my nightdress, slinky and slithery. I think you’ll like it.”

Like it? Caroline’s nightdress gives me an erection just by looking at it slung on a bed. When she smothers me with it I can’t hold back.

I stripped to my boxers and opened the spare room door. It looked bare with the silk-covered bed standing in the empty room. I shut the door behind me. At first nothing seemed to happen. The walls started to bulge. I remembered some comic strips in which the villain traps the hero or heroine in a shrinking room. Perhaps I was in an episode of ‘Perils of Pauline’?

The floor began to swell under my feet, forcing me towards the bed. I didn’t wait to be pushed and climbed on it, lying on my back. There was a strong scent of Caroline’s favourite perfume as the walls came closer.

The moving walls surrounded the bed and began to tilt downwards towards me. There was an overtone to Caroline’s perfume, something that reminded me of medical smells in a hospital, slightly sweet and sickly. As the inflation continued my legs were covered and lightly pressed to the bed. I felt sleepy. Why?

Silk covered my face. I could still breathe freely. Caroline’s creations all now have the adaptation that allows her victims to continue to breathe even when apparently completely smothered. The medical smell became stronger. I was fighting to stay awake, to assess what I was feeling, so I could report back to Caroline. Once I was totally confined inside a cocoon of silk the wrapping began to massage me, particularly below my waist. Although I was becoming aroused, sleep seemed more important. Was there something wrong with the air supply? There might be. That could be dangerous. I pressed the safety ring, expecting to hear the alarm.

Nothing happened. I heard nothing. Perhaps the alarm’s sound was muffled by the layers of inflated silk covering me? I pressed the ring again, harder this time. Still no reaction. I couldn’t resist the impulse to sleep. My final thought was hope that Caroline would release me from The Room soon.

When I woke my head was resting in Caroline’s lap. Her concerned face was looking down at me. A hand was stroking my hair gently.

“Are you OK, Nick?” she asked.

“I think so. Why did I go to sleep? I shouldn’t have. I wasn’t that tired.”

“I included a small amount of medical gas into the air mixture. It was meant to relax you and to reduce any feelings of anxiety. The amount was too great even though it should have been well below the amount to produce u*********sness. Next time…”

“Next time? Putting me to sleep is too much! I’m not sure I want to experience The Room again.”

“I need to work out a correct gas amount…”

“And another thing, Caroline! Why didn’t the safety ring work? I pressed it twice before I passed out.”

“Sorry, Nick. It should have. Its battery was flat. I should have checked that too. It works now.”

Of course there was a next time, several next times, that I experienced The Room. Caroline repaid me with more sessions of sex with herself instead of sexual experiences inside her creations. I shouldn’t complain. Most times I enjoy pretending to be her victim, controlled by her inflatable sex toys. But sex with the real Caroline is special.

***

A few months later the full size version of The Room had been installed at Jerry’s club. His licensees were beginning to open similar clubs, equipped with some of Caroline’s creations, and more were being manufactured.

Caroline and Jerry were excited by the prospect of her next creation. This one would be so large and so mobile that there was no way it could be tested at Caroline’s place. Jerry was making modifications to his club building to accept it.

Caroline and Jerry had liked the impact of The Lamia. Now there would be a Spider-Woman based on our early sketches. The Spider-Woman had four slender elegant nylon clad legs, four slim arms, and two large breasts. But she could move, and fast!

The idea was to build a spider’s lair into Jerry’s club. His idea was to convert the access to the toilets. The club members would enter the toilets through a one-way door. After leaving the toilet, the only way back into the main club would be through the Spider’s Lair, and the Spider-Woman would be waiting to pounce! Of course there would a separate fire-exit from the toilets which was alarmed, and safety devices, but anyone who needed the toilet would be at risk of capture by the Spider-Woman. The amount of risk could be pre-programmed. One in ten might be caught, one in three, or, rarely, even all those entering the lair would become the Spider-Woman’s prey.

The Spider-Woman’s basic acti