THE TUNNEL OF TERROR
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Twisted Terror
by Paul G. Jutras
High over the jungle did the small plane go. Inside, Mark Green
looked worried as he rechecked his map and thought back to the
madman dressed as a witch doctor who had been on the morning
news. The scientist was a long arch foe of his secret agent dad.
Since both his parents died in their last undercover mission they
couldn't be traded for the hostages.
"Hope he'll take me instead," Mark said to himself as he thought
about the home he was staying at during his 17th year until he
could be legally on his own.
What he didn't notice was an invisible beam shooting from one of
the scientist's secret weapons and causing his plane's engine to get
knocked out. All he could do was try to keep the nose up and
scream as she went in for a crash landing in the jungle. A series of
trees softened the crash and kept him from passing out. A large
branch through the radio meant he wasn't going to be calling for
help anytime soon.
"Glad I dressed for the jungle," he though in his cut off tank top
and jeans so tight they were like a second skin. "Though these
platform sandals weren't the right idea." he thought as he went
barefoot toward a village that looked more Hollywood than real.
As he started to examine the native huts, a dart hit him in the neck.
His muscles tightened right up, causing him to fall right over.
"Quick girl," a voice said. "Who are you and where is Agent
Green?"
"Must be the feminine outfit," Mark thought. "I'm Agent Green's
daughter. Both my parents are dead now and I hoped you'd take me
for the hostages."
"Never mind. I will tell you that there are no hostages." The
scientist glared. "It was all a ruse to trap and dispose of my greatest
foe. But I can't let you follow in your dad's footsteps."
"This is what I get for using a voice changer to call the airport and
have them get a private plane ready for me." Mark thought as he
realized that pretending to be his late dad was a bad idea.
"I was going to turn your dad into a mannequin and sell him to
some store, but your showing up will do." The scientist said as his
operation provided Mark with a feminine slit between his legs
instead of a cock and balls. He them pulled out a sausage shaped
piece of plastic and a pair of pantyhose. He then forced the plastic
into Mark's sex with the base making him look sexless. "No good
mannequin can have sex, you know. They also have their toes
fused together."
Having the tight hose pulled over his leg made Mark feel he was
wearing a second skin from the waist down. Special cup supports
on his breast forms made his top half look more like a mannequin
as the scientist sprayed a liquid plastic of his own design onto
Mark from head to toe. As it covered him--or her, now--all her
body hair including that on her head washed away.
"Now to get you packed and shipped." The strange man said as he
removed his witch doctor disguise. Mark's frozen eyes watched the
area before her darken as the crate closed and was nailed shut. She
had no way to tell time passing, but every bump the crate made
while shipping sent a surge of pleasure to her most erotic parts.
She expected to be in some shop's storeroom when the crate was
opened. Instead, she found herself by an indoor pool. The one who
opened it was the scientist himself. This time, he was fully dressed
in a three piece suit and white lab coat. "Surprised to see me?" he
laughed, knowing that Mark couldn't answer.
"I thought about selling you," he continued as he laid her on her
back. A mechanical arm with a corkscrew at the end removed the
dildo from inside her while he pried open Mark's mouth. A laser
then penetrated her and she found her hard insides softening "Then
I got a better idea."
"Am I going to live?" Mark thought as he tried to move, but
couldn't. The scientist snickered as he sensed Mark's panic inside.
"No, you're not going to live. Not yet anyway." The scientist picked
her up and she found she was not only light as a feather, but floated
in the pool she was tossed into. "Not in a human sense anyway.
You're going to be my love toy in both my pool sized bath tub and
in my bed."
Sad feelings welled up inside Mark as she floated to the side of the
pool/ tub and felt the madman touch the side of her neck. With a
hissing sound, she began to deflate. "I forgot to tell you that you
were a blow up love doll that can be deflated and slept with under
my pillow even. You will learn to love me. Not that you'll ever
have a choice in you bed partner again. Ha, ha, ha, ha."
When Mark wasn't in the pool or in the scientist's bed, she spent
the next two years displayed as a mannequin in everything from
women's undergarments to formal evening wear and everything in
between. When the two years were up and the scientist tired of his
new plaything; he returned Mark to life. Only now he was off in
the world under the new name of Lesley Green and with a
knockout body to match.
THE END
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