Last month, the store window acquired a pair of mannequins. They were of a highly unusual design. Instead of muted taupe, ivory, or ebony, the dolls were shining black. Instead of being in a static pose, they were moved every night. Instead of wearing the latest fashion trends, they were always posed in ever-more-exotic costumes and forced into increasingly restrictive scenarios.
They also moved. If one listened closely, they could even hear muted, muffled squeals.
The mannequins and the accompanying gear had been sold off quickly. Three new dolls took their place. On these, there was no visible price. There was something about the new display being unattainable, being totally off-limits from purchase, that made them even more enticing.
That and the sounds they made. All three of them were trapped in a thin layer of ultra-high-tensile polymer. The trio were posed to maximize humiliation, arousal, and to entice visitors.
In the middle was an elf, though through the latex it was difficult to tell him from a baseline human. He was tall, but his proportions were all similar enough to human. It didn’t really matter, though; in his mind, he wasn’t a mystical faerie but a toy for display purposes only.
The latex had been sealed around his body while he was still awake. His last curses, combined with the natural form and stretch of the encasing layer, had forced his face into an endless scream. Passersby stopped to gawk at his body - the way that the shiny latex coated his nose, his eyes, his gums, his mouth, and stretched inward. He was breathing, if only barely. Behind the thick encasement, his eyes were rolled back into his head. He blushed. He panted. He, like his neighbors, was trapped in a permanent state of mindless arousal.
He hadn’t started that way. He’d resisted quite well at the start. But even an elder creature like the elf couldn’t resist biology. Bullet vibrators had been stuck against his vulnerable golden flesh. Once the vac-seal was complete, they were trapped and pressed deeply against his erogenous zones.
The elf hadn’t even realized how many he had until he was well and truly dollified. There were a few in obvious spots; one each on his nipples would vibrate and shock him on occasion. They inflicted unique sensations that jolted up and down his nerves, sending him shuddering. When they activated, pleasure welled up at the base of his spine. He didn’t know it, but he’d been trained to flex his rear practically on command.
The male was treated to the exquisite sensations of no fewer than four such toys on his manhood. Buffeting his shaft and pouch, they would often alternate. Viewers could see him lean to the left or right when the vibes were asymmetrically running. He could even be forced to shift up or down depending on how he was teased. The elf felt so profoundly helpless and full.
His neighbors were decked out with a similar spread - though, being women, there were appropriate changes. All three had tiny pads against their armpits, tickling and torturing and stimulating when needed. All three felt the pressure of a fat, vibrating plug in their respective rear ends. All three flexed their fingers and toes at the scintillating stimulators located on their inner thighs.
The two women enjoyed a pair of nodes located above their womanhood that provided them with warm, massaging stimulation by default. Electrostatic stimulation came as well, though keeping them “in heat” on a low level had proved more effective at drawing a crowd. Toys on their buds were usually off. It was better to save the gentle cavitation of their clitoral toys for when a crowd was beginning to gather. When combined with a jolt of energy to the toys inside them, both latex-layered captives were essentially guaranteed to go over the edge, resulting in delighted claps and visitors to the store.
Orgasmic delights were a high point for the two. None of them could describe to the other how they were feeling. Every time they tried to contemplate their situation, their minds became cloudy and their bodies grow hot.
The careful art of breaking them and training them as empty-headed toys meant that technology and psychology went together. Mental nullifiers clouded their brains of high-level thought. Abstract concepts like escape became more and more difficult to focus on. Images of freedom outside their polymer prisons were forbidden. The only thoughts permitted - and encouraged - were those of pleasure and obedience.
Waxy plugs kept the trio deaf to the outside world. Deep, deep within their ear canals, electronic earplugs relayed music, white noise, and deep stimulation to their brains. The woman on the right was enjoying an experimental bevy of aural soundscapes - high-fidelity recordings of latex-loving sluts licking at her ears. Despite her encasement, she’d swear she felt the sensual touch of a deep, lascivious tongue on her ear. The elf in the center would experience such binaural torments as well; specially-designed plugs always made his dagger-shaped ears tingle with pleasure.
While all three had been given the same barrage of toys, plugs, and hypnotic suggestion, the mind-erasing techniques were rolled out at different times. The woman on the far left was the first to experience their slavery in a shared state. Lenses began to broadcast video; a neural modifier began to splice in brain activity; the suit tightened and loosened to simulate the effect.
She felt her fellow slaves’ sensations “side-loaded” into her own. She wasn’t merely plugged, gagged, and squirming. Suddenly she felt intense vibrations on a cock she didn’t have. She felt the breathless, oxygen-starved groans of lungs that weren’t hers. In her one mind, she was overcome with the mind-numbing pleasure and pressure of three fat plugs licking at her walls. The woman on the left arched back as much as she could in her vac-formed prison, mimicking the elf in the center and the woman on the right.
After a minute of such torments, she was given respite. It wouldn’t do to break her mind so quickly. Slaves like that could still harbor sparks of rebellion. And yet, if the sharing technology could be properly perfected, then all three could be trained for the cost of just one.
Visitors didn’t know if they’d be split up or kept together. The girl on the right was finally given fresh air, and her belly filled deeply. She was woozy after a breathless orgasm, and her toes and fingers still twitched in the heavy layers of shining latex. The woman on the far left began to buck forward and back, never moving more than a few centimeters in the hypertight coating. The elf-come-slave in the center did the same, unaware that his mindless thrusting was only driving his partner’s toys deeper and deeper.
With resources being used to train the center and left subjects, the one on the right had a moment of lucid thought. She wondered how long she’d been there; the images that occasionally played on her lenses or were beamed into her mind never had timestamps. Her pose made her feel like a ship’s anchor. With the pressure so tight, the latex so incredibly taut, she wondered if they were indeed underwater. For all she knew, they were trapped and cursed at the bottom of the sea, tended to by mermaids and…
Her mind went from coherent to fantastical to, soon after, empty save an aggressive arousal. The nullifiers resumed. Her face, trapped and sealed so tight as to show her expression, returned to choked grunts. The suit stretched, moving deeper to coat and cushion her teeth and gums.
The crowd grew. It was impossible not to stare at the three slaves-to-be. Inquiries about purchasing them went unanswered. But eventually, a small sign was added to the store window.