Amanda's Seduction

by

Miss Blue

one

Amanda looked at the little building behind the men's club and debated.

She so wanted to go in, to be tied up, or better yet, mummified to the

point of immobility and put on display with the only thing showing below

her neck her nipple clamped breasts and neatly trimmed cunt, so that

anyone passing by could have his way with her. Not that anything too

untoward happened, the rules of The Back Room Dungeon were simple, no

blindfolds, no gags and no sex. The rules allowed them to remain open

despite all the city's attempts to shut it down. The no gag rule also

allowed the safe word to be spoken when needed and the no sex rule meant

that employees were able to enhance patrons' frustrations to the utmost,

because they knew there would not be any relief.

Amanda sighed and decided not to go in this time. She had to be to work

in the morning and really couldn't afford the Dungeon's exorbitant fee

anyways. She would wait for her birthday next week and treat herself.

Amanda was 5' 5'' and 190 pounds. She still had something of an

hourglass shape, even for her size, although it was beginning to look

more pear like. She was almost pretty, but her face was a bit too round,

too full. She was going on thirty, widowed and alone in the world. Her

husband had died in a car accident three years earlier. She had also

been severely injured in the accident. The steering wheel had been

smashed down and into her stomach, and requiring the doctors to perform

a hysterectomy. They explained that they had decided to perform and

experimental procedure in which her uterus had been removed, but her

ovaries were left to maintain a balance of hormones. As a result, she no

longer had a period, but she still had all the sexual urges of a normal

woman in her twenties. She actually didn't mind too much about losing

the ability to carry children, she didn't like kids and had never wanted

one of her own. Her husband she missed for a while, but now he was a

faded memory.

Dr. Smith watched Amanda's car pull away. He had seen her at the

Dungeon several times, the first time being over two years ago and

thought now she might be the perfect addition to his little farm in the

country. He had checked up on every portion of her life and finances.

She worked in the computer field at a technical call center that paid

her half of what her skills were worth. She lived modestly in a small

house that she and her husband had purchased a year before the accident

and which now she was having a hard time keeping the payments up on, and

on top of her other bills, the driver of the car that had crashed into

hers was uninsured and she had yet not paid off all of her medical bills

from the accident. So there was a piece of leverage for him, she needed

money.

Dr. Smith knew other things about Amanda as well. One day about a year

ago while she was at work Dr Smith and his colleague Mr. Jones (they

kept their true names hidden due to the nature of their work) had

entered her small house on a reconnaissance mission. They skipped her

living room, not expecting to find anything of interest there, and went

straight to the bedroom. The room contained a dresser, a locked book

cabinet and a four-poster iron bed. They found black silk ties tied to

each of the four posts, with slipknots in each so that she could tie

herself spread-eagle to the bed, and still be able to get out when she

needed to. In the dresser they found a collection of dildos, ball gags,

nipple clamps, and a corset which when worn must pad and push her small

breasts up very high and reached almost down to her pubic hairs. Looking

at her underwear they discovered that all her bras were pushups and or

heavily padded. Unlocking the cabinet they found a collection of erotic

novels, the most dog-eared of which were of women in bondage, tied up

while innumerable sexual acts were performed on them. Before leaving

they placed a set of hidden cameras around the room, and a transmitter

for them in the attic. She did not masturbate every night, but when she

did she always tied herself up or put on the corset and tightening it to

the point of being almost unable to breath. Often she blindfolded and

gagged herself as well and fell asleep after, arms and legs still tied

to the bedposts. There was his second piece of leverage; he knew she

would enjoy the lifestyle he had to offer. Well, at least she would

after the first shock of it was over.

So the doctor watched her drive off, knowing that next time she entered

the Back Room Dungeon, he would make her an offer he was sure she would

not refuse.

two

Amanda returned to the Dungeon in one week. She had called ahead to

make her arrangements and paid in advance. This time, she had made plans

to be there the whole day and remain overnight. This was special

birthday present to herself. She wore a long strapped black dress that

came in at the waist and then flared out, hiding somewhat the size of

her hips. She had purchased it special for this occasion, and doubted

that she would ever be able to wear it again.

As soon as she walked through the door, a tall dark muscular man in

tight black jeans and white loose fitting shirt grabbed her from behind.

He pulled her to him and covered her mouth with his hand, pulling her

head back to his chest. "Don't say anything and you won't get hurt too

badly," he said. She nodded and he pulled her into a room and through a

panel in a wall down a flight of stairs to a basement she had not known

existed. He took the duffle bag she carried with her spare set of

clothes and threw it into a corner and dragged her to a cage that really

more resembled an iron maiden, so small was it and at no more than one

foot by one foot and when he forced her into it Amanda had to stand at

an angle to fit. Her arms were practically pinned to her sides. "Don't

go anywhere," her captor said as pulled on a chain that raised the cage

several feet in the air and then left the room. The cage was made of

bars set about four inches apart in most places. Around her torso the

space between the bars was less than two inches. She could hardly move.

'Well this isn't very exciting,' Amanda thought as she swung in her

cage, 'I hope things get better than this.' She didn't have to wait

long. Her captor returned with a box and Amanda could see leather cuffs

on top. "Let's get you ready. She watched as he reached through openings

in the cage to put wide leather cuffs on her legs and wrists. Then he

lowered the cage and pulled out a wide leather collar, which he placed

around Amanda's neck. The collar reached from her shoulders to her chin

and held her head straight. She felt him pull laces on the collar until

it was tight and she was unable to turn her head in the slightest. She

felt her hair combed back and pulled tightly into a French-braid. She

closed her eyes and tried to lean her head back, but the stiff neck

collar prevented any movement.

She felt leather straps fall across her face and opened her eyes wide.

"This is new," she said, not even realizing that she had spoken the

words allowed. Her captor grinned as he arranged the straps. "I told you

to stay quiet," he growled. "And you wonder why I had to put you in the

restraint cage before preparing you." He tightened the straps. One fell

horizontally across her forehead, two across her nose, one on her chin

and one under her chin. These were connected by a strap that came down

off the top of her head and between her eyes, split and continued down

either side of her nose and coming back together under her chin, where

it was attached to the collar around her neck. This mask was tightened

and hooked in the back to the collar. When he was finished with the mask

Amanda could hardly open her mouth.

She was starting to get excited. She loved being tied up more than

anything else in the world. She wanted him to rip her clothes off and

use his beautiful lips suck on her nipples until she couldn't stand it.

She wanted him to finger her and make her cum where he stood. Her captor

saw the want in her eyes and smiled again. "Not just yet he said, I have

a surprise for you." He walked to the box and took out a fat five-inch

long dildo. Amanda wondered what he was going to do with it since she

still had all her clothes on. "We have rules about these sort of

things," he said to her, looking at the dildo, which Amanda now saw had

straps at it's base, "but for special occasions, we make exceptions.

Open wide." With that he raised the dildo/gag to Amanda's lips.

Amanda panicked and closed her mouth tight. "Your not using the safe

word," her captor said. Amanda closed her eyes and kept her lips shut.

She didn't know if she wanted this, but she didn't want her night to be

cut short, as it would if she used the safe word. She felt a warmth

creeping down her belly. He nose was pinched shut and when she opened

her mouth to breath she felt the length of the dildo forced into it. She

fought the urge to gag as the dildo touched the back of her throat. The

base of it stretched her lips wide. The straps of mask forced her to

bite down hard on it, and she doubted she would be able to push it out,

but that option was soon taken away from her as her captor took the

straps form the base of the gag and connected them tightly behind her

head, forcing the dildo deeper into her throat. She suddenly became very

wet. Her captor pulled on the chain and raised her cage again, leaving

her wondering what would happen next. He went to a corner of the room,

sat in an armchair and watched as Amanda, who was becoming extremely

horny in her bonds struggled to try to get an arm around so she could

touch herself. It was a futile effort, and only served to make her cage

sway back and forth.

three

While this was happening Dr. Smith was taking the opportunity to visit

Amanda's house again. He was sure she would say yes to his proposal and

wanted to get everything she would need for her stay on his farm. This

included any documentation and any bills that might need to be paid, but

primarily he looked for medication she might be taking that he did not

know about.

When he looked in her medicine cabinet he found no prescription

medicine. He did find vitamins and a bottle of that popular herbal

supplement that enhance your metabolism to aid in weight lose, and also

a new herbal supplement that had only been available in stores for a

month. In his illicit line of business he had been able to get it for

years, but he was surprised to find it here. It was meant to stimulate

breast growth. The label advertised that if you took one pill a day for

three months you could increase your breast size one and a half cups

sizes. The bottle was still sealed, and a little rummaging in the waste

paper can he found the receipt, which was dated the day before. Well he

knew of Amanda's self-consciousness about her breasts, after all he'd

seen all those padded bras in her dresser. And if she did lose weight

(and he fully intended that she would) her breasts would shrink to tiny

mounds. He knew from previous experiments that the supplement worked and

decided to take both bottles with him. Of course, he planned to

administer the dosage a bit differently than the label suggested.

four

Amanda had been swinging, masked, gagged, fully clothed and helpless in

her cage for about fifteen minutes before the second man came in. He was

also dark haired, with only a little gray around the temples, well built

and wore a navy blue tailored suit that fit him perfectly. When her

captor spoke to him he called him Doc. He walked over and spoke first to

her captor, then came over to look at her. He turned back to the other

man and asked him for something. Her first captor handed him a pair of

scissors. The man in the suit began to cut up the length of Amanda's

dress in front and back, the cut the shoulder straps and pulled the

cloth away. Below her dress she wore a tightly laced black satin teddy

that held her tummy in and padded her breasts. Garter straps held up

thigh high stockings. Under this she wore silk lace underwear.

The skin on her thighs was pale and smooth and despite their ample size

had no sign of stretch marks. He ran his hands down the outside of he

legs then brought the back up the inside, massaging he inner thighs.

Amanda shuddered. He reached up and felt the silk of her panties. "My,

my, excited already isn't she?" he said. "And the tests haven't even

begun." Amanda had no idea what he was talking about, and didn't care,

she just wanted him to keep rubbing his hand on her, to put his fingers

in her, she wanted to cum from his touch. All too soon he took his hand

away. She moaned in frustration. "Those are very pretty panties, but I'm

afraid they must come off," her second captor said, taking the scissors

and making cuts on either side, then pulling the fabric away to reveal

her cunt. "Very nice," he said brushing his hand across the skin over

her bush. He stopped and rubbed at a scar that ran horizontally across

her lower belly. "I wonder if this is the only scar from that accident."

It was, but gagged as she was she couldn't tell him that. "Mr. Jones,

remind me to look later after we have removed her other garments."

The first man said that he looked forward to it, but hadn't they better

get on with the tests now.

"Oh yes, we had better." With that he lowered the cage and opened it.

Amanda stepped out shaking. She didn't know what tests they were going

to perform and she was frightened. All she had ever experienced her

before was strict bondage, never pain and now she couldn't even use the

safe word.

She was pushed to a corner of the large room where she could see two

chains hanging about four feet apart and about eye level. Her suited

antagonist (she was beginning to think of him as the Doctor) grabbed her

right wrist and hooked her wrist cuff to the chain. He did the same to

her left wrist. She could still bend her arms a bit, but she could no

longer lower them to her sides. As she hung there the Doctor kicked her

ankles wide. Mr. Jones produced a spreader bar and handed it to the

Doctor. Amanda felt it being attached to the cuffs on her ankles. It

seemed to have a sliding adjustment, because as she stood there her legs

were forced even farther apart. She was spread incredibly wide and it

was hard for her to keep her balance. Then Mr. Jones flipped a switch on

the wall and the chains on her wrists were pulled upwards. Her arms were

straightened and pulled away from her body, spreading her out further.

When she was on tiptoe Mr. Jones flipped the switch down again and the

chains stopped moving. The Doctor stood in front of her with the

scissors. "I like this teddy," he said. "But it hides too much." He

carefully cut the fabric above each under-wire, exposing each of her

breasts. She moaned as he massaged first the right and then the left

one, squeezing and then pulling the nipples straight out. He produced a

set of clamps. He pulled her right nipple tight and placed the clamp

over it, screwing it on tight. He did the same with the left. The pain

spread from Amanda's chest to her belly, and she felt more wetness seep

between her legs.

As this went on she could feel Mr. Jones massaging her behind. She felt

something warm and creamy being rubbed into her buttocks, then into her

crack and over her asshole. The sensation was new to her and she

clenched as he flicked her sphincter muscle and rubbed cream around and

over it. When he was done he walked around and joined his colleague in

front if Amanda.

Amanda shivered in fear and excitement. She didn't know what was going

to happen next, but she waited breathlessly, her snatch sopping wet with

her need and wanting nothing more than to be fucked where she hung. "Now

for the first test." The Doctor showed Amanda a dildo that had a strange

looking rubber bulb on the end of it. It looked like the kind of pumps

you see on blood pressure cuff. "This is to test how much you can take

inside you." He squeezed the bulb a few times and the dildo got a little

longer and fatter. He reached down and rubbed her clit with its tip.

Amanda moaned and moved her hips to try to give it better access. The

Doctor slid the dildo in and out of her cunt, each time going a little

further until it was buried deep within her. "The first time we tried

this out, we forgot to put a release valve on it. Poor girl. She was

filled with it for days. Of course every time we tried to remove it we

would end up inflating it further. She had quite a pot belly before we

got it out."

He began to squeeze the pump and Amanda felt the dildo grow inside her.

It lengthened and stretched her until she thought she could take no

more. She felt the Doctor give a few more pumps and then stop. The

feeling of fullness was incredible. Next, the Doctor picked up a strange

looking device that looked similar to the first dildo, except that it

was only the width of his pointer finger. It had the same pump-like bulb

at its base. "Now to test anus size," the Doctor said. Amanda tried to

shake her head, but couldn't move because of the collar round her neck.

She began to shudder and Mr. Jones walked over and held her by the hips

and the Doctor walked behind her. He coated the thin dildo with cream

and slid it between her cheeks. She clenched again, but the Doctor found

her hole and slid the device in, using the same in and out motion as

before to get it deep within her. Then he used the pump to enlarge it.

Amanda could feel it grow within her, expanding and pushing against the

dildo in her cunt, filling her totally. She tried to scream, but all

that came out was a loud moan. The Doctor pumped more air into the front

dildo and now her legs became weak and her eyesight became watery. She

heard the Doctor call out numbers which he read off each pump and

watched as Mr. Jones wrote the numbers down.

"How does that feel?" the Doctor asked her. She moaned and rolled her

eyes. She had never wanted to cum so badly in her life. The pressure was

tremendous and her clit and lips throbbed. "Let's add one more thing,"

he said. He produced 5-pound weights and hung one from each nipple

clamp. The pain in her nipples tore through her and she started pumping

her hips involuntarily.

The Doctor smiled at her. He kissed her cheek and told her what a good

girl she was. Then he and Mr. Jones left her humping thin air, so they

could get the machine ready.

five

Amanda had no idea how long she hung there. She felt that the slightest

sensation would send her into rolling orgasms, but she felt nothing and

she cried as the throbbing between her legs ebbed and subsided. At least

an hour passed before Mr. Jones and the Doctor returned. They didn't say

anything to her, but she felt the weights removed from her breasts and

heard a hissing sound. Then she felt the dildos inside her growing

smaller and being removed. Her arms were taken down from the chains and

she was carried to a new room.

In the center of this room was Dr. Smith's machine. He had had the idea

for it ever since watching Barbarella as a young boy. His machine worked

in a similar fashion to the Orgasmitron in the movie (although without

the organ music), but as always, he had added some improvements to the

original concept. Amanda did not fight as what was left of her teddy was

removed and she was stripped naked. She had no idea what was coming, and

only wanted to be driven again into a sexual frenzy and given relief.

She was placed against the back wall of the machine. New dildos were

placed in her cunt and anus, and then she was strapped in, legs still

spread wide by the spreader bar between her ankles. Small clamps with

wires running from them were placed on her clitoris and her cunt lips.

These contained sensors that read when she was about to orgasm. Wires

were attached to the dildos to power the strong vibrators that were

built in to them. More sensors were placed on her temples and chest to

monitor heart rate. He took a couple of strange looking half globes out

of a panel in the machine and showed them to her. They were hollow

inside and connected together by a short strap. He placed one over each

of Amanda's breast, pulling her nipples through holes in the ends of

each. The globes were attached by other straps to the wall behind

Amanda, holding them on tightly.

Amanda was coming around now and was watching with curiosity and the

men hooked her into the strange contraption. She watched while Mr. Jones

closed the first of three panels that swung on hinges and closed in

front of her. This one came to just below where her legs met and had a

inverted V of wood that slipped between her legs, not quite touching

her, but connecting with the back wall of the machine. Mr. Jones reached

between her legs and slid the dildo in her cunt out a little bit, so he

could connect it to a piston that was seated in the top of the inverted

V.

The next hinged panel came to just below her nipples when it was

closed. There were two indents in the panel that matched the bottom of

the breast globes, and Mr. Jones took care to make sure the globes were

seated properly. He took the clamps that were still attached to her

nipples and pulled them tight, connecting them to hooks in the back of

the indents in the panel. The final panel covered the tops of Amanda's

breasts and shoulders. The top of the panel reached to the ceiling and

there was only a small oval opening for her face. Mr. Jones used the

straps of the mask Amanda still wore to pull her face into the opening

and she felt a pillow behind her inflate to hold her head in place.

Now Amanda looked as though she was trapped inside the room's wall,

which in a way she was. To further the illusion, the doctor rolled a

computer desk in front of her, and plugged it in. "What do you think of

my new toy?" He asked her. Of course he wasn't expecting her to answer.

"I just finished it. You will be the first person I try it out on.

"Have you ever seen Barbarella?" He asked. "I got the idea from the

machine Dr. Duran used, but mine is, I believe much more devious. His

machine just fucked it's captive, mine will take you to the brink of

orgasm, and keep you there. I can use it to test your tolerance,

endurance and stamina. I've installed sensors that allow the machine to

tell how excited it's subject getting, and to make sure that that person

never reaches fulfillment." He smiled. "Of course, if I let it, it will

fuck your brains out and bring you to non stop orgasms for hours on end,

but I want to let it put you through your paces first, for an hour, or

two," and grinning widely he added, "or three.."

With that the Doctor hit a key, stood up and left the room, and Mr.

Jones followed him. Amanda looked at herself in the mirror on the other

side of the room. What she saw looked like a wall with a face. She

looked down and saw something flicker in the reflection of the computer

screen, and then felt something move on her chest. She began to feel the

machine massaging her breasts, starting with the left and switching to

the right. Warmth flowed through her as she felt them being pushed and

pulled. All of the sudden something very cold touched her nipples,

enveloping them. It was a strange sensation, her nipples being so cold

and the rest of her breasts so warm. She felt a tingling sensation up

and down her legs. It moved slowly inward, and suddenly she felt

something brush her inner thigh. She felt her hips move to try to meet

it and then there was another new sensation as the probe in her ass

started to vibrate. She moaned and tried again to move her hips. Now the

dildo in her cunt started to vibrate. It began to move up and down to as

the piston began to do its work. Her breathing became heavy and she

moved her hips in time to the piston, opening herself to it, letting

herself be fucked by this machine. She felt herself climbing to the

brink, and then, suddenly, she was brought back by a pain in her breast.

Her right nipple was being twisted, first to the clockwise, then

counter-clockwise. The pain brought her back, away from her impending

orgasm, but not for long. She felt it building again, and this time,

when she reached her peak, the probe in her behind suddenly turned ice

cold. She screamed. Then the cycle began again, each time she was

brought to the brink, something shocked her and brought her back away

from it. She thought she might go insane.

six

The machine continued it's evil work for some time. Amanda didn't know

how long for sure, but it certainly felt like she had been on the brink

of orgasm for several hours. Tears of frustration ran down her face and

she was nearly exhausted, but still she wanted more, needed more. She

had to cum soon or she thought she would die.

Then, just as she was being brought to the brink again she heard a

click and the words "Stage Two" spoken in a cold feminine computer

voice. Suddenly she felt the dildo in her cunt begin to pound harder and

orgasms rippled through her body. The machine didn't stop. It kept

pounding and vibrating, pulling at her breasts, alternating hot and cold

vibrations in her ass, pinching her clit, pulling at her cunt lips and

now also sucking at them, sucking at her nipples too. She rolled through

three, four, five orgasms, and still it didn't stop fucking her. Now

there were more new sensations as the probe in her ass began to expand,

still vibrating, still going from warm to cold to warm again. She began

to drool around her gag as the orgasms took over her body. Her breathing

grew harder as each new sensation began. She rolled her eyes as she felt

not just her nipples, but her entire breasts being suckled, and now the

dildo in her cunt was starting to expand, still vibrating, piston still

pumping it in and out. She could not control her body at all, her hips

pumped wildly, her toes curled, her hands became fists, and still the

machine kept going and she kept cumming, orgasm after orgasm. Six.

Eight. Ten. She was becoming exhausted and still it worked her. Eleven.

Twelve. By the time she passed out, she had lost track.

seven

"You did wonderfully," she heard Mr. Jones say. "Even better than we

expected."

Amanda opened her eyes. She had been out for a long time. She was out

of the machine, the collar, gag and mask were off and she was lying on a

table. Mr. Jones helped her sit up, and offered her a glass of water.

She drank it greedily. She couldn't believe how thirsty she was.

"Rest for a few or minutes and then I'll take you to your cubby hole

where you'll spend the rest of the night."

She sat for a minute longer, then nodded that she was ok. Mr. Jones led

her to a nook in the wall that was indented in the shape of a circle.

She'd been placed in it before. It spun like a revolving door and on the

other side was the back wall of the men's club. Often when she was

mummified she would be placed, masked, in this nook and displayed like a

statue. Guards stood over her and other statues like here, and the

patrons were allowed to touch all they wanted, as long as that's as far

as it went.

Mr. Jones placed a stiff fur-lined collar around her neck, then backed

her up to the wall until the hook that stood out from it clicked into

place around her collar. She could now raise both her feet off the

ground if she wanted, the hook and collar would hold her in place. Mr.

Jones took out several lengths of gold-flecked cloth and folded her arms

behind her back and rapped them in place. Then he set her ankles far

apart and wrapped her feet, connecting them to floor, so she could not

move them. Then he wrapped slowly up each leg, making sure he covered

everything and that the wrappings were nice and tight. He wrapped her

torso, making her hold in her stomach, so he could pull the bandages as

tight as possible. He wrapped her arms to her back so that now she could

not move at all. She felt herself begin to get excited once again. When

he was done, only her cunt and her breasts were exposed. He put tiny,

delicate clamps on her nipples. They had a chain that hung between them

and every time it moved, she felt it, and it made her shiver.

She expected that he would now turn her cubby towards the club, but he

didn't. "Dr. Smith has something he would like to discuss with you

first," He told her.

At that minute, the Doctor came back in. He came to her and kissed her

cheek. "You look beautiful," he said. She didn't believe him, but she

was already becoming wet again and didn't care.

"I have been watching you for some time," he told her. "As you know,

tonight we gave you much more than your typical experience in the

Dungeon." She nodded. "I would like for you to experience more of this.

I know you want it. After tonight, you won't be able to go back to tying

yourself to your bed."

Amanda watched him carefully. She didn't know what to say, and so

didn't say anything, but listened with interest.

"What I'm offering you is a chance to come to my farm and live this

lifestyle full time." He said. "Not forever, of course, and I would pay

you for the time you spent with me." He stopped to think for a second as

if trying to decide something. "I would like you to come for five

years." He said finally. "I know that seems like a long time, and you

could actually leave whenever you want to, but it would be good if you

could come."

Amanda was stunned. "How much?" was all she could think to ask.

"A hundred thousand for the first year, if you stay two years, say two

hundred and fifty thousand. The amount would increase the longer you

stayed. If you stay the whole five years, we would pay you a total of

five million dollars."

Amanda's eyes flew wide. "Five million dollars?"

Dr Smith smiled. "Yes, Five million. Now don't get me wrong, your body

would belong totally to me to do with as I liked, if I decide to let

someone else take you for a period, you would go, anything I decided to

do to you, you would have to do. I might decide that you were to be

blindfolded for an entire year, or take away your ability to hear, not

permanently of course, but for long periods of time. I enjoy sensory

deprivation, and love to inflict it on willing subjects."

Amanda frowned and lowered her eyes. "Why me," she asked. "I'm not

pretty, and I'm, well, I'm fat."

Dr Smith caressed her cheek. "Your prettier than you think," he told

her, and once you've lost some weight I believe you'll be downright

beautiful." Amanda blushed at this, and closed her eyes. The Doctor

continued. "And you would definitely lose the weight. We would make sure

of that. You would be exercised and placed on a strict diet. In one year

you won't even know yourself."

Amanda was slowly becoming convinced. "But what about my house, and my

job?" She asked.

"We'll take care of your house while your away, and pay whatever bills

come in, As for your job, you don't really love it that much, do you?"

Amanda had to admit that as far as her job was concerned she could take

it or leave it. She thought maybe she might take Dr. Smith up on his

offer, but she didn't want to seem too anxious.

Dr. Smith seemed to read her mind. "I don't want you to decide right

now." He told her. "Take some time. But not too much time, I can't hold

this offer open forever." He walked away from her for a second,

retrieved something from the table and returned. "We'll let you finish

you night as a statue in the club. I have something that I'd like you to

keep, no matter what decision you make." He held up the dildo he used on

her at the beginning of the night, the one with the pump, so she could

see it. "You don't seem to have any pockets, so we'll just slip it in

you for safe keeping." He slid it in her cunt and pumped it a few times,

so that it was too big to fall out. "I'll see you in the morning before

you leave." With that he turned and left.

Mr. Jones took that as his cue. He slipped a mask over Amanda's face so

she would look even more like a statue with just her eye's to tell you

she was not one, and spun her cubby 180 degrees so she was a living

statue on display in the men's club.

The patrons were fascinated by the rubber ball between her legs, and

played with it a long time before they realized what the pump did. Then

of course, they played with it even more.

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