Delectica: Part 1: MolecuLox Glue

Apologies

I would like to apologize to all those influences from which I have stolen ideas. I would like to apologize for creating a completely new sticky product, rather than using a standard, existing product. I would like to apologize to the realists who will find gaping holes in this work of fetishistic fantasy. I would like to apologize for portraying sociopathic individuals as a means of entertainment.

Thanks, and I hope that you enjoy the story... Feedback is welcome.






Somewhere on the outskirts of Inlandsville...

Stoney was happy to see Raquel when she walked into the small makeshift dressing room. It's always more comfortable to work with friends - especially on remote photo shoots such as this.

Raquel was already digging through the small bag containing the items they were to model this day. "Holey shoes..."

Stoney picked up her bag and peered in. "Have they been blessed by a priest?"

Raquel smiled. "Not holy... holey. See." The shoes were high heel platforms with extremely long laces. Not only was the heel high but there was at least two inches of platform material underneath the toes. Numerous small holes were cut into the sole at every angle, including some holes that went completely through the platform and heel to the other side.

"We're going to have to wear these outside?!" Stoney asked.

"Maybe the holes help to pad the foot..." Raquel suggested, ever the optimist.

The laces had small, golden, quarter inch rings embedded in the material at regular intervals along their length as decorations. Raquel pulled the two more articles of clothing from the bag. "Ooo! Sexy!" She held up a minute bikini swimsuit - black, with the same golden rings sewn in. Stoney's outfit was identical.

The two girls got dressed for the photo shoot. It took quite a while to get the heels on. After the laces securely anchored a foot in to the shoe, there was the lengthy process of threading the laces again and again through a long vertical strap that ran up the back of the calf. Once they were on though, the result was stunning - black laces crisscrossing all the way up the lower leg to just below the knee accented by the numerous gold rings. When the girls stood, the muscles of their well-toned calves bulged beautifully against the material.

The bikini's were small and tight leaving just enough to the imagination. They also found an elastic band of the same style to go around their biceps and a band to tie their hair back in ponytails.

There was a knock at the dressing room door.

"Hi! I'm Zill. I'll be your photographer today. And this is Candshaw. She helps with the lighting. Welcome to the Northern Oh ranch! Wow! Those swimsuits look fabulous on you two."

Stoney and Raquel smiled, loving the compliments.

"Why is this ranch called the Northern Oh?" Stoney asked.

"The name is based on the old branding symbol that the ranch used to use." Zill pointed to the symbol that was emblazoned above the doorway. It was a circle with three equally spaced, curved spurs radiating from the rim of the "Oh" which gave the viewer the impression that the circle was spinning counter-clockwise. "It's called the 'Northern Oh' because the circle is spinning in the same direction that water spins as it goes down the drain in the Northern Hemisphere."

"Oh, yeah! That's the Coriolis Effect, right?" Stoney asked.

"Exactly!" Zill replied - her face brightening.

Raquel stared at the symbol on the wall with her mouth half open for a moment. Then she changed the subject. "Do you have horses here?"

"Sometimes, but not right now," Zill explained. Behind her it seemed that Candshaw almost smiled.

Stoney picked a foot up off the floor and looked at the high heel. "These shoes are beautiful, but I'm a little worried about walking in them around the farm."

"Don't worry," Zill reassured her. "We'll stick to some good paths and move slowly. I wouldn't want either of you to twist an ankle or anything. Sorry about the height of the heels. Obviously, the magazine wants their women to be sexy, rather than practical, I'm afraid."

"If you saw the money they are paying us for this shoot, you would undoubtedly agree that we are both sexy AND practical," Stoney joked.

Zill smiled and shot a sideward glance at Candshaw who pursed her lips slightly, but otherwise, remained expressionless.

"So," Zill continued, "As you know, Bikinis and Beyond is a magazine that presents the latest swimsuit styles for college-aged women. They want to sell the swimsuits to the women, but they want to sell the magazines to the college-aged women's boyfriends. Thus, today during the shoot, we want you to portray two women who are physically attracted towards one another. We don't want the relationship to be subtle, but yet, we also don't want to be too explicit. Know what I mean?"

"We can do that," Stoney exclaimed with a smile on her face. She lightly placed a hand on Raquel's bare shoulder then looked over at her. She also had a big grin. When they saw each other's look of enthusiasm, though, both quickly tried to hide their smiles.

"Okay. Great. Let's get started."

Slowly, carefully, the models made their way out of the ranch house and into an open meadow. Zill was correct. The trails were good. Still, it would be quite painful to turn an ankle with the height of the platforms.

Candshaw was surprisingly strong. She carried quite a load of photography equipment. Still, she never complained. She never said a word.

At the first location, Zill shot Stoney and Raquel acting as though they were having a picnic on a warm, sunny day. They unrolled a blanket and spent time applying sunscreen to each other's back. Zill photographed them feeding grapes to each other and drinking wine.

After Zill was satisfied, Candshaw packed up the equipment and they made their way to a second location nearby in a piney wood. A single poolside lounge chair had been set up. The models took turns sitting in the chair, while the other kneeled in the soft pine straw by the chair. In the last few shots, both attempted to sit in the chair together, their limbs overlapping and intertwined.

Stoney and Raquel were having a great time. Zill encouraged them with compliments as she snapped picture after picture.

The third location was practically perilous. They positioned themselves in the middle of a stream with the flowing water rising over the platforms of their shoes and around their ankles. Luckily the bed of the stream was bedrock and smooth so the models were able to maintain their balance. Still, the models held on to one another as Zill took shots. They playfully splashed each other with the cool water until their hair was wet and dripping.

"Stoney, if you don't mind, would you kiss Raquel?" Zill asked and then clicked off a few more shots. "Wait! I meant... more like a simple peck on the cheek."

"Oh, sorry." Stoney and Raquel both blushed for a moment, but looked at each other and smiled as if some past, pleasant memory had suddenly resurfaced.

Finally, they were ready to move to a new location. As Raquel maneuvered her way out of the stream she accidentally stepped in a patch of mud by the bank. She almost fell down during her first attempt to pull her foot from the mud. She was surprised at how quickly and securely her high heel shoe had become lodged. Fingers of mud had started to sink through the holes cut in the platforms and held her foot. Quickly, she grabbed Stoney's arm and gave a more spirited yank. She frowned as her foot came free.

"Darn!" Raquel exclaimed. "I've got mud all over my shoe."

"Don't worry," Zill said. "We only have one more location and, it so happens, we want you two to be standing in mud."

They slowly made their way down towards a barn.

"Oh, wow!" Stoney exclaimed.

Zill looked upon the location set with an apparent sense of pride. "It would be difficult to find a good patch of mud around the ranch, so we've made one ourselves."

A large cistern lay before them filled with a light brown, muddy mixture.

"Ooo! Cool! You want us to get in there?" Stoney bent down and started to untie the shoe's lacing on her right leg.

"Wait! Leave the heels on!" Zill walked up to Stoney a pointed to her thigh. "While it's true that the heels will be completely submerged in the mud, I think that they will hold your leg in such a way that it does wonderful things for your leg muscles. They flex so beautifully."

Stoney smiled shyly. "Thanks."

Raquel appeared to be mesmerized by the mud and started to lift her leg up over the edge of the cistern in order to climb in.

"Wait a second, Raquel!" Zill said. "We realized that it would be difficult for you to position yourselves in the mud so Candshaw devised this set of pulleys that will help to lower the two of you into the cistern at the exact location where I need you to be for the shoot." Zill patted the wood frame next to the cistern. "Climb up here and get a good grip of those rings. Stoney, you get on the left side."

The girls climbed onto the platform and each reached up to the assigned pair of rings dangling from chains above.

"Ok, now step off the platform and hang in the air. Candshaw will lower you into the cistern of mud."

Candshaw untied a rope that fed through a series of pulleys. Slowly she let the rope slide though her hands and Stoney and Raquel descended into the muck.

"Ooo!" Stoney exclaimed with excitement.

"This mud feels so good!" Raquel agreed.

Finally their feet came to rest at the bottom of the cistern and they released the rings. The mud settled tightly around their legs all the way up to just over their knees. They were positioned so that they were slightly angled towards one another. Stoney and Raquel reached out to grab the other's hand, giggling, but they were far enough apart that their fingertips could only barely touch.

"Careful!" Zill warned. "I don't want you to fall over. That would be catastrophic!"

Zill reloaded her camera as Candshaw moved the platform and rings away from the cistern so they wouldn't be in the photos.

"What should we do?" Raquel asked. "Should we pretend that we are struggling?"

"Yes. That would be great." Zill aimed and started snapping photos as the girls rocked back and forth slightly, pretending to struggle against the strength of the mud.

After several roles of film, Zill stated, "Well, that's it. An excellent shoot - wouldn't you say Candshaw?" Zill's helper simply nodded.

"Zill?"

"Yes, Stoney."

"This mud really is quite thick. I can't move my feet at all."

"Same for me." Raquel seemed to shift her weight slightly from side to side struggling against the mud.

"Don't worry. We thought about that possibility," Zill said.

Candshaw walked over to some kind of generator and cranked it on. She picked up a large bucket of liquid and began to pour it into the top of a pump. Two hoses ran from the pump to the base of the cistern.

Zill shouted over the noise. "We will pump in some water to dilute the mud and make it easier to extract you from the mud!"

"Oh! I can feel it flowing in around my ankles!" Stoney shouted. "I can move my foot a little now, but my legs are still held tightly. I think that the mud has a strong grip around each of those golden rings adorning the laces."

"We may need to wait until the water bubbles up through the mud!" Zill yelled back as Candshaw poured another bucket of liquid in.

The models stood patiently slightly shifting back and forth, waiting as the level of the mud slowly crept up their thighs, buoyed by the new layer of liquid underneath. Finally, there was a loud 'po-lorping' sound and a bubble of clear liquid broke the surface of the mud.

"Zill? I still can't move my legs at all. And now the mud is halfway up my thighs."

Candshaw turned off the generator and Zill grabbed a shovel handle. "I'll just stir it around a little to dilute the entire mixture."

She stuck the handle into the mud and stirred back and forth for a minute. When she pulled the handle out, it's diameter, caked in mud, was three times what it had been before.

"I can't even move my feet any more. I don't think that the mud is diluting!" Raquel's voice seemed to have a hint of desperation.

"Maybe," Stoney suggested, "Candshaw could swing the rings over and lift us out."

Candshaw simply remained standing where she was without any expression on her face.

"Stoney, Raquel, I have a confession to make," Zill said.

"We're a captive audience!" Stoney exclaimed still staring intently at the point where her thighs descended into the mud.

"I'm not a photographer for Bikinis and Beyond Magazine."

Raquel looked up, her voice was shaking a little. "So, you're like, a freelance photographer?"

"No," Zill confided, "I'm not a professional photographer at all. I'm just a rancher, trying to make ends meet. I try to make enough to keep myself and Candshaw fed. I even grow most of my own vegetables. But do you know what?"

Stoney and Raquel were no longer struggling. They were staring at Zill in shock as her voice became louder and her expression darkened.

"Those damn birds! Every year they come and eat the seeds before they have a chance to grow. I know what you're thinking. Scarecrows!! Let me tell you... They are worthless!"

Finally, her face softened. "That is, until now... You see, that 'mud' you are standing in is actually concrete. As you have stood there, it has seeped into each little hole in the soles of your platform shoes. It has slowly sealed itself tightly around each individual golden ring in the long laces tightly tied up the length of your calf. As strong as Candshaw is... by now, there is no way she could lift you out. I hope that those heels are comfortable. You will be standing in them for a long time. Have either of you heard of MolecuLox Glue?"

"Mo-leck what?" Raquel whimpered. Stoney just shook her head.

"MolecuLox Glue, some would claim it bonds so tightly, that it's permanent."

"Oh yeah?" Stoney sobbed.

"Well, the liquid that we pumped into the cistern was MolecuLox glue. Even as I speak, it is sealing your beautiful feet into those heels forever. It's sealing those shoes into the concrete forever. And it will harden the concrete so well that it will be impossible to break the two of you out... Ever."

The models stared, mouths agape. "Why?"

"Simple... We need better scarecrows."



Two years later...
In the town hall on Main Street in Inlandsville...

"Berger von Klumpf, please." The Chief Inspector drummed her fingers on the desk nervously as she waited for the Berger to pick up the phone.

...

"Berger. I'm begging you once again. We need more money." She picked up the photo of yet another young woman.

...

"Well, the first thing that I would need to do with the money is buy more bulletin boards..."

...

"No. Another case and, again, no leads. We need more people on the cases."

...

"Yes, ma'am. I understand that it takes a lot of money to put in a monorail, but... but... Yes, ma'am... Yes, ma'am... Yes, ma'am..."

The Chief hung up the phone. "Damn!"

She walked over to the bulletin board covered in photos of young beautiful women and squeezed the new picture into the collection, doing her best not to cover one of the older victim's photo... Stoney's photo.


Somewhere on the outskirts of Inlandsville...

Two short figures in a cornfield, buried up to the middle of their thighs try to reach out and hold the other's hand, but they are far enough apart that their fingertips can only barely touch.

To be continued...