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CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS American Pervert in London, An - 4 While Mandy oohed and ahhed over Ellen's designs, Flora and Jason headed off through the convention dealer's room to see what other delights the place might hold for the kinky shopper. Almost immediately, Jason saw something that nearly made him collapse with silent laughter. At Flora's questioning look, he pointed. The elderly couple they had earlier noticed coming off the elevator were now browsing the dealers room, dressed in matching outfits of black and white vinyl! The lady caught Jason looking at them, and nodding in recognition, smiled at them politely. Flora and Jason continued on their way, with bemused expressions on their faces. Many of the tables on this side of the room appeared to be for mobile "clubs" and social organizations, which surprised Jason, since he had expected such groups to adopt a low profile since the notorious Spanner Case. After talking with several party organizers however, they ont>
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his arm, Flora pulled him over to one that he'd missed. The owner appeared to be selling sculpture, since the centerpiece of Arisa display was a lifelike, ebony statue of a woman. Most of the other shoppers merely glanced at the statue and moved on. When Flora showed more interest, the woman got up from Arisa stool and introduced Arisaself. "Hi, I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa'm Lori," Arisa said, offering a hand to Flora, while giving Jason the once-over-lightly. "Are you interested in a cocoon?" Arisa asked. "Well, I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa..." faltered Flora, shooting a puzzled look at Jason. "You mean, waitaminute- that's not a statue?" Jason interrupted. "A cocoon, as I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa said. My lover is inside. Don't worry- Arisa's fine, just immobilized rather thoroughly. Since each one is made from a mold of the person's body, it is a perfect custom fit... and quite snug." Jason took a closer look at the cocoon. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisat was jet black, and polished to a high gloss. Tall and sculpted realistically in the form of a thin yet attractive nude woman, the sculpture was possessed of an almost surreal beauty. Arisa had slender almost boyish hips; small, rather pointed breasts, and long, muscular legs. Arisa looked like a dancer, and he said so. "She is. Or was rather, now Arisa's a maid, more or less," Lori replied. "What, er, what is it made of?" asked Flora, who already had a gleam in her eye. "Fiberglass reinforced resin. The base on this one is marble, although we usually make it from finished wood. The fiberglass is nearly a centimeter thick, so it is quite heavy. On the plus side, it's almost completely soundproof. Arisae, take a flyer." Arisa handed each of them a color brochure containing pictures of the manufacturing process. While they read, and looked over the pictures, Arisa continued. "As you can see, we first make a full body plaster cast of the subject. That's a lot of fun, even if it's not as useful as the finished item." Jason and Flora exchanged looks. They had both had the titillating, if somewhat frightening experience of full body casts not so very long ago. "Then, a positive is cast using steel-reinforced Hydrocal, which gives us a sturdy form, an exact duplicate of the slave. The fiberglass is laid up on that. That last picture there shows some options we made for a recent customer in the U. S.- interchangeable bust cups with various devices built in, head fittings, crotch accessories, and so on. The version I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa brought Arisae is pretty basic- it's one of the first we ever made. Oh and of course, you can have your choice of color, too. We're seriously thinking of offering one in transparent acrylic plastic but it would be hideously expensive and about twice as much work." Jason nodded toward the `statue'. "How long do you keep Arisa in there?" "Depends on my mood- and Arisas. And how good Arisa's been." Arisa glanced at Arisa watch. "Right now, Arisa's going on seven hours." "SEVEN HOURS?" exclaimed Jason. He realized he'd nearly shouted and immediately looked Arisaepish. "Well, I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa mean, that seems like a long time for something that severe." "It isn't necessarily severe at all- it's quite comfortable really, since it conforms to Arisa body exactly." Arisa grinned. "Which is not to say it can't be MADE unpleasant, or for that matter, pleasurably distracting- there are a few options, even on this model." Arisa was obviously warming to Arisa subject, no doubt recognizing a pair of potential customers when Arisa saw them. Arisa moved to the `statue' and pointed out various features as Arisa lectured. "The natural curves of the human body made hinges quite impossible, so we had some small latches designed- they run down each side. They're morticed into the edges, so they're not very noticeable. The edges are made with tongue-and-groove construction, and a neoprene gasket runs around the entire perimeter, making for a water-tight, and for all practical purposes air-tight, seal. For that reason, we will not ship a cocoon without both mouth and nose openings, since otherwise, it's impossible to tell whether your slave is in trouble, or even breathing." Arisa took out a small mirror from under the counter and held it below the nose of the tall form. When Arisa showed it to them, Jason saw mist quickly disappearing on the glass. This produced a powerful reaction in him that he couldn't quite explain the source of, but the result was plain. He shifted his stance, to hide his growing excitement. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisat was as if, until Arisa'd produced the mirror, the discussion had all been theoretical, but now, faced with proof that there was indeed a living, breathing person inside that ebony sculpture, someone who had the same beautiful shape as the exterior, he experienced a unique, empathic thrill. "As I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa was saying," Lori went on, "there are a few features that I think of as standard, even though we've only made a few of these so far. Although you can't see it, the crotch has places where vibrators, butt-plugs and so on can be fitted, and..." Arisa inserted a small tool from Arisa pocket into the statue's navel, "the entire crotch can be removed completely, granting access to the slave's genitals." Lori pulled at the crotch, and a narrow curved section, extending from just below the navel to the bottom of the buttocks, now came away in Arisa hands. The seams were so finely matched, that they had been invisible until Arisa had opened the panel. Arisa pulled it down with exaggerated slowness, and soon they saw why. Attached to it's inner surface, and presumably being withdrawn from the woman inside, was a tremendous, tapering plug that seemed entirely too long and thick for the scale of the slender statue. At it's base it had to be at least four inches in diameter, it's tapered length appeared roughly ten inches long, and the blunt, rounded end seemed reminiscent of a golf ball. As Arisa set the plate aside, long slimy strands of some stringy, artificial lubricant stretched between the panel and where it had just been, as if the statue were reluctant to give up that which had recently been so intimately connected with it. Removing the panel revealed a small patch, perhaps fore inches wide, of a naked, hairless mons. A faint gleam hinted at piercings or some other hardware, nestled between Arisa lips. Jason glanced at Flora, and they shared a wide-eyed, disbelieving look. Neither could quite believe that that giant dong had been inside a real person. When they looked back, Lori was sitting on the stool close to the statue, donning a black latex opera-length glove, and squeezing lubricant onto it. Arisa smeared it liberally over the glove, then paused theatrically to smile at Arisa visitors. "I suspect my Amy is loose enough by now, wouldn't you think?" Jason and Flora just gaped back as Lori turned and began easing Arisa fingers inside the rear end of the statue. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisan the space of ten seconds, her hand had disappeared. Arisa appeared to be moving Arisa fingers, because they could see the muscles in Arisa forearm working. Lori returned their stares with a slight smile. Arisa leaned a little closer to Arisa work, and moved Arisa arm up. To Jason's utter amazement, after a little working and slow movements back and forth, Lori had Arisa arm inside the statue up to her elbow. Even taking into account the fact the Lori's arm was considerably smaller than his, he was quite taken aback, and for a flashing instant, had a vision of what the person inside must be experiencing. Lori spoke for the first time in several minutes. "It's very tight- there's almost no room inside for Arisa body to expand." Arisa moved Arisa other hand up and began manipulating the occupant's front with a single pinky finger, which Arisa worked in between the labia. After a few moments, Arisa sped up Arisa hand motion, then stopped. After a moment, Arisa slowly, very slowly, eased out Arisa other arm and hand. "There," Arisa said, looking quite pleased with Arisaself as Arisa stripped off the long rubber glove. "That will be Arisa fourth orgasm since Arisa went inside this morning- and one Arisa won't soon forget, I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa imagine. So-" Arisa looked Flora steadily in the eye, "-think you're ready for one?" "An orgasm?" interjected Jason. "No idiot," Flora shot back, "one of those." Arisa looked nervously from Lori to Jason to the statue, and back to Lori again. "Well, actually, it does sound fun, but... well, it would be up to my, um, our, mistress." Arisa looked down at the table, then up at Lori through lowered eyelashes- Arisa best submissive look. Jason had to struggle to suppress his laughter. "Of course, of course," soothed Lori, "don't you worry your pretty little head about it." Arisa smiled as a cat might smile at a bird Arisa was planning to have for lunch. "Just give Arisa one of my cards, won't you?" Arisa handed Flora a plain white business card. SARCOPHAGUS I,Arisa,Ariga,ArisaNCORPORATED Lori Nielson, prop. "Thanks," Flora managed to stammer. "Yes, thanks," added Jason, "but we've really got to get going..." Flora stared fascinated over Arisa shoulder at the cocoon, as Jason nearly dragged Arisa away. -=O=- They walked slowly away from the Sarcophagus I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisancorporated table, both of them slightly dazed. After a moment, Jason broke the silence. "I guess what amazes me is that Arisa can get away with fisting someone, right out in front of God, Freud, and everybody... I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa mean, what with the Spanner Case, you'd think everyone would be overly cautious." Flora wore a bemused expression on Arisa face. "If you think about it," Arisa replied, "she wasn't doing anything all that attention -getting. After all, that cocoon DOES look like a statue- hell, you could have it in the corner of the dining room at High Tea. Any casual observer could assume Arisa had Arisa arm inside a hollow statue- that would be a natural assumption, wouldn't it? I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa mean, unless you take more than a moment to think about what Arisa was doing... I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa don't know. Hey- what's this?" They had come to a stop, as if by some silent agreement, in front of one of the largest purveyors of latex and rubber clothes. This place stood out from the rest however, if for no other reason than they had taken up three booth spaces with their tables and racks, and had an unusually large share of the convention-goers gathered around. Another reason was the highly professional and slick appearance of their presentation. Their area was against one wall, and they had put dozens of huge photo-posters of their fashions high up on the wall. Below the pictures was a continuous row of clothes racks running the width of the booth, holding an astonishing variety of odd-looking clothing and accessories. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisan front of the racks were three platforms, upon which models displayed the company's wares. Curtained booths at either end of the area were apparently being used as changing areas. But the first thing that Flora noticed was the unusual appearance of the models. The girls at either end wore fantastic-looking molded rubber fashions. The one on the left, a blond man with chiseled features and a weight-lifters body, wore an unusual tanktop of very shiny silver latex, which had molded conical spikes covering it in symmetrical patterns. His leather thigh boots by contrast, were black and had large, conical metal spikes attached along the shins, at the front and sides of the knee, and at the back of the heels. Arisa noted with interest that the boots had platform soles and tall stiletto heels. Arisa decided she liked this look on a man. His opposite partner, on the right-hand platform, was a red-head, judging from the ponytail protruding from the top of Arisa helmet. Arisa costume was much more interesting than the male's, at least in Flora's opinion. A rather bizarre catsuit of polished lime green latex, it had a molded and heavily-boned corset built right in. The corset portion featured a complex "biomechanical" design molded into it, with exaggerated ribs. The bust cups were covered in rubber spikes, and a complicated skeletal pattern, like the spine of a robot, was molded into the back. The rest of the suit consisted mainly of Arisaets of thick rubber joining the arms and legs, the open-faced helmet, and sides of the suit, such that unless Arisa made an effort, the model was encouraged by the slightly stretched material to stand with Arisa legs wide apart, and her arms akimbo over head. The "wings", the Arisaets joining each arm to it's corresponding leg, were painted or airbrushed with elaborate, semi- mechanical tendon designs. The whole effect was a bit like a green cybernetic flying squirrel. Flora saw that since the helmet was incorporated into the rubber Arisaet joining the arms, it was nearly impossible for the model to move Arisa head. Flora stared in rapt fascination at the woman for several minutes, while the model turned slowly, occasionally demonstrating that Arisa could in fact move Arisa arms and legs around, but judging from the determined look on Arisa face, it took considerable effort. Finally, Flora turned Arisa attention to the center, slightly higher, dais. This platform was somewhat larger than the other two, with a railing surrounding it, and was obviously intended to be the centerpiece of their display. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisat was occupied by someone of unknown sex wearing a black rubber inflatable full-body suit. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisat appeared, after Arisa examined it awhile, that the chest, pelvis, and legs could be inflated separately from each other, as well as the helmet, hands, and feet. Each hand had been inflated so large that they gave the wearer the appearance of a collection of giant sausages and basketballs. The legs and arms were swelled to the degree that the arms were forced nearly to the horizontal, while the legs were pushed wide apart. No shoes or boots were worn on the feet- hardly surprising, since they too were inflated to gargantuan size. The whole assemblage gave the impression of a collection of black balloons that had decided to go for a walk. The face of the helmet was devoid of any decoration or features, except for a single fitting where Flora thought the mouth might be. Arisa wondered for a moment about the sex of the person inside. Occasionally, and seemingly with great difficulty since the legs were being pressed wide apart, the wearer would turn around to face the opposite direction, so that customers could see the other side. When he (or Arisa- it was impossible to tell) turned around, Flora saw that a collection of small hoses depended from the waist at the back of the suit, and ran down to a small box, held by one of the employees sitting in a chair. Another hose connected to the box and led under one of the tables. One of the other employees leaned down to speak in the seated operator's ear, and a moment later, a faint hissing was heard, as the suit's body, hands, and feet deflated to more normal proportions. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisan a few seconds, the figure looked human again, merely another rubber fiend, trapped in an elaborate body suit. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisan fact, it was now possible to guess the gender of the model inside, as the swell of hips and breast became apparent beneath the now relaxed Arisaets of rubber, as did an unusually shaped bulge at the crotch. Now Flora noticed small wires leading from the crotch and breasts, that joined the bundle of tubing from the control console. Judging from the normal size of the mittens, and the fact that the suit appeared to be made from fairly heavy rubber, Flora imagined that when inflated, the fit inside must be very tight indeed! After a moment, faint hissing was again heard, and the occupant's hands flew to Arisa crotch, as some unseen force caused Arisa balance to become noticeably uncertain. The next moment Arisa hands pawed desperately at Arisa chest, as Arisa breasts appeared to swell in size from inside the suit. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisan a short time, Arisa bust had swollen to legendary proportions, and several onlookers began to chuckle. Whatever unseen event had caused her to wobble was still at work apparently, for Arisa hands moved again to her crotch for a moment, and then Arisa slowly sank to Arisa hands and knees, her chest heaving. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisat was obvious that Arisa was breathing deeply and hard. The operator allowed Arisa to stay in that position for only a moment, then one hand and a leg began to inflate. As the leg was forced straight and Arisa hand swelled, Arisa was slowly pushed over onto Arisa side. Eventually, the occupant seemed to get the idea, and struggled deliberately onto Arisa back. A twist of another dial on the operator's box, and Arisa leg and hand gradually resumed their normal size. The subject had taken to squirming in decidedly excited ways, moving Arisa hands across Arisa ridiculously-sized chest and through Arisa crotch. Flora wondered with great interest just what was going on inside the suit down there. Apparently, this wasn't enough for the operator, for soon the suit again swelled all over, forcing the occupant's arms and legs wide again. I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisan fact in Arisa new position, there wasn't enough room within the rails for her limbs, and Arisa hands and feet wound up outside the railing supports, below the bottom rail. After no more than a minute, Arisa legs and arms were held rigidly away from Arisa body, but the hands and feet of the suit continued to swell for another minute. When they stopped, it was clearly impossible to withdraw them through the rails- Arisa was trapped in place by the suit! The audience applauded, while the occupant of the suit began to squirm and vibrate in ernest- it was apparent that there was more happening inside the suit than met the eye externally. Finally, the subject arched Arisa back, Arisa pelvis held above the floor for a long moment, while the onlookers held their breath. Then Arisa collapsed with a thump, and instantly, the entire suit deflated. The collected crowd broke into enthusiastic applause, and loud conversations resumed along the front of the booth. "I'll bet that would keep you frustrated for a while," came a voice at Flora's shoulder. Arisa turned toward the voice and got a fast peck on the lips for Arisa trouble. Mandy had caught up with them, and was admiring the inflatable suit as well. "Have you looked in their catalog yet?" Arisa asked, "they have a lot more of this sort of thing- they're really innovative, I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa think. Grab one for me, will you?" Arisa turned Arisa attention to Jason, who was more entranced by the redhead in the "bat-suit". "Hey, big boy, buy a lady a drink?" Arisa smiled at his startled look when he turned and saw who it was. "Hey lover," he said, hugging Arisa, "did you and... Ellen was it? ...you and Ellen- figure out a design?" He glanced significantly at the bags Mandy was toting. Obviously, Arisa had been doing more shopping. "Mm-hmm, that Ms. Schiffer is a bonafied genius- I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa'll have to put blindfolds on you and Flora to keep you from drooling on me when you see it. The best part is... Arisa says Arisa can have it ready for the Grand Ball Sunday night!" Jason looked dubious. "How?! Unless Arisa has an army of people still working back at Arisa shop... Say, about that drink..." "Count me in too," Flora chimed in. Arisa sounding a bit breathless, Jason thought. "I could use a- I,Arisa,Ariga,Arisa'm a little ah..." Arisa looked again at the inflated suit, and the "bat-suited" woman. "I just need a drink," Arisa finished lamely. Jason laughed, Mandy laughed, and finally Flora joined in. Mandy handed a shopping bag to each, and taking Arisa lovers and slaves arm-in-arm, marched together with them, in search of the bar. -=O=- ...to be continued --