Kate's Silent Prison
By Dosman!

She had told me that she always wanted to a limbless mannequin, trapped in a 
private little world.  It was an amazing fantasy, and as my girl, I would love 
to give it her, but, as my girl, I didn't want to hurt her, or be without her.  
Around the time of her birthday though, I decided I might help achieve her goal, 
and give us both what we want.
The night before her birthday we were sitting around her apartment, enjoying 
some wine, and talking about the day we had just spent together. She hadn't 
realized it, but I had drugged her drink.  It would render her paralyzed until 
it wore off a few hours later.  But, she would, for the most part, be aware and 
alert of everything around her.  I carried her into the bedroom, and stripped 
her of her clothing.  I left her on the bed while I went out to my car to 
retrieve my tools. When I came back in she was still lying on the bed where I 
left her, unmoving.
"Kate", I spoke to her unmoving form.
"I know you can hear me.  Don't worry, I'm about to giving you everything you 
have always wanted." he continued.
Inside her useless body, she was totally lost as to what was going to happen to 
her, but fears were eased by the fact that she knew him very well.
He leaned over and closed her eyes.  She wasn't looking forward to being in the 
dark, but was relieved, since she couldn't blink, and her eyes were getting dry.
First he pulled out a very small corset for her and put it on her.  He tightened 
it up so that her waist was a lot smaller then it had been.
Next he went into the box and pulled out a pair of leather straps.  He bent her 
legs back as far they would go, at the knees so that her feet were against her 
butt.  He then took the straps and used them to hold her thighs to her shins.  
There was no way that she would be able to straighten her legs out.  Next he 
went into the box and pulled out a pair of 2-inch wide leather straps.  The 
first he used to hold her wrists around her waist.  The other one he put around 
her upper arms and across her chest.  He had done that in order to hold her arms 
down.  He then picked a wide thin later strap and put it around her hands and 
her hips, which rendered her hands useless.  She wouldn't be able to move them, 
or ball them up into fist.  He then proceeded to grab a bigger width latex strip 
and placed it across her chest pressing her breasts as flat as they would go.
"Don't worry honey, you won't need those anymore" he said to her, causing her 
some slight fear.
Next took a neck brace out of his bag of goodies and put it on her. It was 
designed to stop her from being able to move her head in any direction.  At this 
point she wouldn't be able to move very much, even if she wasn't paralyzed.  She 
couldn't believe what was happening to her, but at the same time was she was 
beginning to understand what was going on.
She was then flipped onto her belly.  He pulled out some tools from his back and 
used a rubberizing liquid to fill her anus.  After a few moments it became hard 
plastic, filling her completely.  He then slid a hollow tube into her vagina.  
It extended about a foot out of her body, and would serve as a mounting point 
for her.  He then pulled a small rubber hose from that pipe and moved it and 
inserted it into her as a catheter.  He then used a small amount of cement to 
bond it into her, as well as around the tube that was buried deep inside of her.  
The feel of the post inside of her was driving her wild, but she could do 
nothing to prevent it.
The biggest part came next.  He opened a duffel bag a pulled out a plastic suit.  
It was shaped like the body of a limbless mannequin, with a zipper up the back.  
The only openings in it were the neck, and a hole in crotch for her pipe to come 
through.  It had the half legs that she currently had, and it had shoulders, 
even though she didn't have any.  Her own arms were pressed tightly against her 
body, and would just be part of the torso in the suit.  The plastic suit also 
had something that she no longer did.  Large breasts.  They were larger then her 
own, and were exactly the size she had always dreamed of. She was helpless as 
her body was picked up and placed into the torso suit.  It was a very tight fit.  
She could feel her entire body being compressed into the suit as the zipper was 
closed up.  Every part of her was compressed.  Her feet were pressed tightly 
against her butt, her arms to her side, and her breasts even flatter.  She felt 
so helpless, but she was so happy.  She was getting what she always wanted 
though.  She was puzzled though, as she had no idea what was going to happen to 
her head and face, but she knew she would know soon.
He went into his bag and pulled out a skullcap.  After pressing her hair tightly 
against her head, he glued it onto her.  Next we went into his bag and pulled 
out two little black devices.  He slid them carefully into her ear canals.  Then 
he packed the visible part of ears with the same material he had used in her 
ass.  He then picked up a microphone off the bed.  "Kate, know that you wanted 
to have your ears packed, but I still wanted to be able to talk to you, so I 
inserted two little speakers in your ears, so you will only hear what I want you 
to." he told her.  
He wasn't too sure how to proceed with the next few parts, but he managed to 
fumble through.  Ne knew he needed to secure her head, but wasn't completely 
sure how to do it.  He went into his bag and pulled out a feeding tube.  He 
opened her mouth, and slid it down her throat.  He brought the tube of it just 
behind her lips, so that when they were pried open, the tube would be 
accessible, but not when they were closed.  Then he used another tube to fill 
her mouth will the same plastic material.  He knew that it would fill her mouth 
and seal her jaw shut, but the tube would allow her to be able to 'eat'.  Kate 
was totally thrown off by the suddenly fullness in her mouth.
Next he picked up his make up kit, which was just a collection of things out of 
her bathroom.  He applied an extra thick layer of foundation to her face, making 
sure to cover the line with the bald cap and the neckline of the suit.  Then he 
put on her lipstick, extra bright red, and glossy.  He also made her cheeks very 
red and slutty, like all mannequins make up was.  Finally he applied the mascara 
around her eyes and put the kit away.  It was so weird looking at her at the 
point, as she still looked like her in her facial features, but the body, and 
baldness defied that.
Next he pried her eyes back open.  She was just staring straight ahead.  She 
hadn't tried to open them herself, and it didn't appear that she was able to bat 
them, so it seemed that the drug was still holding it's effect.  In the next few 
moments she would lose her last ability to move, her eyes, even if the drug was 
to be released.  Kate was intently aware of this, and had mixed feelings about 
it all.
He could tell that her eyes were dried out, so he misted them slightly with a 
spray bottle. Next he took out a pair of contact lenses that covered the entire 
visible eyeball and carefully put them in her eyes.  They spray was actually an 
adhesive and would hold her eyeballs straight-ahead with the help of the lenses.  
He then sprayed them again, sealing her eyelids open, as well.
He picked up the microphone again, and began to speak to her.
"Kate, I don't know how you're feeling right now, but you should be happy.  Your 
transformation is almost complete.  All that is left is to seal you into your 
prison and you will be a limbless mannequin forever."  He picked her up, he body 
resting on the pole, which caused her great pleasure in her crotch, and turned 
her toward the mirror.  She was amazed by what she saw.  It was exactly as she 
had always dreamed.  She actually had a plastic body, and the slutty makeup that 
she had always imagined.  Inside she shuddered with pleasure at the reality of 
it all. She truly was nothing more then a store dummy.
Her pleasure was short lived, as he turned away from the mirror.  Actually, he 
picked her up, around the torso and carried her out the garage.  As they entered 
the garage, could see a stand in the middle of it.  She knew where that was 
going.  Sure enough, he slipped the post in her crotch onto the pole in the 
stand.  After a few moments she felt the pole begin to vibrate slightly in an 
attempt to bring her pleasure and she also felt the catheter begin drawing 
fluids out of her bladder.
She watched as he went over and picked up what looked to be a pneumatic paint 
sprayer.  She assumed it was filled with some kind of gloss shellac. She was 
right.  He began spraying it onto her body, starting at the plastic stumps where 
her kneecaps where, and worked it's way up her body.  She knew that it was 
sealing over the zipper, leaving her trapped in her prison.  Soon the nozzle 
came up to her eye level.  She felt the cool liquid being sprayed onto her face.  
Although she hadn't regained the ability to move yet, she knew that her last 
possible bit of movement, her facial muscles, had just been taken away.
After he coated the top of her head, sealing on the bald cap, he left her there.  
She was completely helpless, unable to budge a muscle, trapped in her silent 
prison.  There was no noise, her earplugs made sure of that, and the view in 
front her was very static.  She could do nothing but breath through the tubes 
that he had inserted into her nose.
After what seemed like an eternity of sitting in the garage, with the shellac 
stiffening her face, and pulling at her skin, he came back into her view.  She 
saw that he had the spray gun again and was putting another coat onto her body.  
He came back and did it 2 more times.  It was around this time that she noticed 
she was regaining control of her body.  She could feel her fingers pressed 
tightly against the sides of her body, but couldn't move them at all.  She 
attempted to smile, or use facial emotions, but her face felt like it was made 
of porcelain.
After the final coat dried he carried her back into the bedroom, with her stand 
and stood her in front of the full-length mirror.  At first she didn't believe 
she was really seeing herself.  She thought she was looking at a photo of a 
display dummy.  She couldn't believe what she had become.  She saw him lean over 
and pick up the microphone.
"So, what do you think?  I'll take your silence to mean you like it.  I know it 
may not be perfect, but it's best I can do."
She was in heaven.  She felt better then she had ever been before.  She knew 
that her freedom was gone, ripped away from her, but she didn't care, she was 
the display dummy that she had always dreamed of.  She wished she could speak to 
tell him how much she loved it.
"Now, I know how much you have wanted this to come true, so, I did this for you.  
But, I don't think I could live with out you, so this setup is temporary.  We 
can put you back into it was often as you want, but I couldn't see doing it to 
you permanently."
Oh, she realized.  That's why he didn't amputate my arms and legs, or cut my 
vocal cords, or shave my head.  She was so happy as she realized the perfect 
equilibrium he had provided for her.  She could still be a real live woman, and 
a display dummy whenever she wanted.  It made her even happier that he had done 
this for her.
"Now, just because it's not permanent, don't think you are going anywhere soon.  
I talked to the people who helped me design this suit, and you can be in it for 
a long time before you'll need to be released.  So, I've decided to lease you 
out to a clothing store to be their display dummy.  It'll only be for a month, 
but, you'll be trapped in the suit for the entire time. The only attention 
you'll get is your feedings, and when your outfit is changed."
She shuddered in her silent prison as she realized how long a month was.  For 
some reason her fantasies of this, which included her being in it permanently, 
never worried her.  But, knowing that she couldn't move a muscle for the next 
month turned her on, and completely scared her to death at the same time.  She 
knew it was going to be a long month.
He set down the microphone and picked up a clear bag that was handy.  HE put it 
over head and tied it around the waist.
"OK, you're all set and wrapped up to go.  I'm going to lock up your house and 
leave you in the garage.  In the morning the movers will be here from the store 
to take you down there. Have fun." he said through the microphone before moving 
her out to the garage.  He went back into the house and cleaned up all his 
stuff, and made sure the place was secure.  He knew the movers would have no 
problems locating her.  And, he knew the storeowner well, and that she would be 
well taken care of.  In fact, the storeowner had helped him design the suit, 
since he had one he used on his own wife.

Two weeks later, he finally had time to go downtown to the shop where Kate was 
posed.  He walked up to the window and saw her in a window by herself.  A tank 
top and pair of short hung from her limbless body.  There was no indication on 
the plastic face that she was nothing more then a mannequin.
On the inside Kate was in ecstasy.  She had long ago lost track of time, or the 
fact that she couldn't move.  As far as she was concerned she had become nothing 
more then a limbless mannequin.

The End
04-16-2000