By the afternoon the constant stimulation combined with her complete inability to do a single thing about it was driving Lisa insane. She felt like she wanted to explode, but couldn't so much as cry out or bite a lip. Much less reach the orgasm that was reaching tsunami like proportions within her rigid body. She tried to take her mind off it enjoying peoples reactions. The surreptitious stares of men with their wives, the dropped jaws of young men, the furtive glance and bitten lip of some young girls. The movie promotion and Sophie's outfit guaranteed she was impossible to miss. She guessed she had had her picture taken hundreds of times.
The evening was a bit different. Lisa found she couldn't sleep as such, the freezing Matt had performed meant she couldn't so much as close her eyes. So she found herself drifting in a sort of hazy daydream. At least the closing of the tills meant the internal buzzing stopped, though the pent up need didn't seem to subside at all.
The next morning a faint tickling sensation disturbed Lisa's restful trance. She realised she was being dusted by the cleaners totally oblivious that they were dealing with a real women of course. Lisa was watching the office workers hurrying to their desks through the glass doors when Sophie appeared in her line of sight. She was dressed a little more conservatively today, in a smart but short dress and jacket. Soon the tills were ringing again and with them Lisa's clit and pussy. It was like the most perfectly positioned vibrator you could ever imagine, with ever lasting batteries to boot. Sophie showed little sign that she remembered Lisa's true nature, bar the occasional touch which maybe lingered more than necessary.
Just before lunch there was a commotion and a parting of the shopping masses. It seemed Lisa had been such a hit the local TV station had decided to see what the fuss was about. For the first time Lisa would have curled with embarrassment if she could have. It was one thing to do racy stuff for Matt, but she was really worried people would recognise her all bar but naked on the local news. Once she had calmed herself down a bit it also occurred to her that the coverage would probably not help reduce activity on the tills .
By Saturday she was quite the kinky inanimate celebrity. People were buying multiple items just to get the chance to get their pictures taken with the spookily realistic mannequin. Lisa was sure her sanity was slipping, the constant stimulation thanks to Matt's little extra was mind blowing. She had even heard some of the staff pointing out that she had been so good for sales that they should think of a new display to use her in next week!
Finally the store began to empty and get ready to close. Lisa had made it. She waited expectantly for closing time and her restoration. She was a bit relieved when Sophie came by pushing a small trolley with a couple of boxes on it. She hadn't seen the boss guy all week and Sophie was the only other person who knew she was real.
Sophie began to clear up the display putting some of the props away. She removed the cuffs and locks although Lisa remained frozen in shape. Finally Lisa saw the small box she had been waiting for for days. Sophie pressed a button and Lisa felt a tingle and a softness spread all over her. Sophie now straightened out Lisa's arms and legs and back and rolled her over, leaving her laying on her back. Lisa wondered why she hadn't fully restored her. She was even more confused as Sophie must have pressed another button and the hard tight sensation returned. The next feeling was a delightful tingle as Sophie carefully stripped off the stockings suspenders and thong. While it felt great it just seemed to add a fresh urgency to the storm still raging inside her.
Lisa felt Sophie's small hands return to her legs , high at her right thigh. Helplessly starring up at the ceiling she felt a twist and a pull and then couldn't feel her leg at all. Panic set in as she started to suspect what was happening. Her left leg soon received the same treatment. There was a pause then Sophie appeared over her face.
"Curious? " she asked in her soft voice .
As an answer the took Lisa's head in both hands, twisted and pulled and Lisa saw stars as her field of view changed wildly for a moment. When the moving stopped Lisa couldn't believe her frozen eyes. Her naked body lay rigid on the bed in front of her, both legs removed at the joints that Matt had hinted at in her solidified form. She was being taken apart ! Like she was really a mannequin. How could they ? Sophie watched helplessly , head perched on the trolley, as her body was taken apart at the waist and shoulders and the parts stuffed into the boxes around her. Her head was shoved in a box full of packing beads and the last thing she heard was the scratching noise of tape being applied to seal her in.
Lisa wasn't sure if she had been asleep, unconscious or if once in bits she had sort of turned off as part of the magic. With a nagging feeing that time had passed her by she heard the ripping of tape then felt her head fished out of the packing beads. She would have blinked if she could have as she peered into the darkness from which a light was shining right at her. As her head was moved about she caught sight of the rest of her body. It was whole again, which was something but was now posed tied spread over a wooden cross. Still naked she noted.
"Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the star of the Shades promotion, the mannequin thats the talk of the town, Lisa".
An unseen crowd behind the spotlight laughed and clapped at Lisa's introduction.
Whilst it was a relief to hear Matt's voice Lisa still had no idea what was going on. No change there then she figured. She felt her head carried over to the cross where it was finally reunited with the rest of her, even if she was still a mannequin it felt good to be whole again. As soon as her neck was reattached the frustrated need deep within her forced its way back centre stage to the point where Lisa almost wished she could ask to be pulled apart again.
"So folks we hope you have all enjoyed this little party the management have thrown to thank you all record sales last week . To finish the night lets have a big hand for your very own Sophie, who as well as smashing all sales records this week has volunteered to help me out with a little illusion as a finale to the party".
Lisa was trying to take all this in. Last week ? How long had she been left in a box? Why wasn't she being restored if this was the finale ? And was Sophie taking her place ?
She was distracted from her internal rant by the sight of Sophie joining Matt on the stage. She looked stunning, in a selection of lingerie. In fact it looked to Lisa like the same range she had been modelling herself, the thong suspenders and stockings complemented now by a matching bra and some gorgeous high heels. She was getting a very warm welcome.
As Matt began the set up for the trick Sophie approached the gagged naked mannequin bound to the cross in the middle of the stage. To whoops of delight she began a slow dance, writhing against the frozen Lisa rubbing against her, rubbing her hands all over and finally using an expensive looking paddle on Lisa's solidified boobs and hips. The audience of store workers went mad at Sophie's embracing of the Shades theme, but only Sophie could begin to suspect the effect it was having on Lisa herself.
All too soon for Lisa Sophie was beckoned to the other side of the small stage where Matt had appeared with a small round black wicker looking basket perched on a wheeled platform set high enough to ensure you could see right underneath it.
"Sophie I think you need to give the Lisa dummy a break and help me for a moment. If you could step up here." Matt took Sophies hand and helped her up onto the platform. "Kick off your shoes, carefully, I doubt I can afford them" The crowd giggled as Sophie complied. " Now if you can step into the basket here. Carefully, great, well done."
The small crowd watched quietly as Matt helped Sophie into the small basket. It was only about knee high on her and didn't seem much wider than her slender shoulders and it took some effort and time for Sophie to fold herself into the basket till only her neck and head remained visible. Matt produced a small lid with a hole in the middle. As the Lisa watched on he opened the lid a little like a stock then closed it around Sophie's neck before using a series of toggles to seal the lid onto the neck of the basket. Sophie's expression suggested that she hadn't asked too much about the trick or had a chance to rehearse.
"Now for the fun bit" Matt walked to the side of the stage and returned with bundle of very shiny very sharp looking swords. "As you can see, Sophie is still very much in her basket" Sophie smiled weakly. "And so she has no chance at all to avoid the swords I am about to shove through the basket"
Without a pause Matt took the first sword and shoved it without ceremony straight through the basket side to side about half way up. Sophie's loud groan was drowned by gasps and applause. In rapid succession another dozen blades followed , all at different heights and angles. All the time Sophie smiled weakly, clearly very much alive and in the basket. It was impossible to see how she could have avoided the blades.
Matt invited a couple of guys from the audience up to check Sophie wasn't a dummy. The irony wasn't lost on Lisa. They touched her face and hair and pulled a few of the blades in and out and replaced a couple at different angles. Sophie's moans became lower as the swords were slowly wiggled in and out.
Finally Matt started pulling swords out. Lisa was slightly surprised, she had half expected him to skip restoring the poor girl. Soon all the blades were out and he undid the lid and grabbed a hand to help Sophie clamber out. The loud applause turned to gasps and wolf whistles as the stand in assistant staggered to her feet and out of the tiny basket revealing that the swords had reduced her designer underwear outfit to tatters, her thong and bra slipped to the floor cut in several places each.
Blushing madly Sophie waved and quickly ran off to the side of the stage. The small crowd dispersed and Lisa realised she had been left alone once more.
"So folks we hope you have all enjoyed this little party the management have thrown to thank you all record sales last week . To finish the night lets have a big hand for your very own Sophie, who as well as smashing all sales records this week has volunteered to help me out with a little illusion as a finale to the party".
Lisa was trying to take all this in. Last week ? How long had she been left in a box? Why wasn't she being restored if this was the finale ? And was Sophie taking her place ?
She was distracted from her internal rant by the sight of Sophie joining Matt on the stage. She looked stunning, in a selection of lingerie. In fact it looked to Lisa like the same range she had been modelling herself, the thong suspenders and stockings complemented now by a matching bra and some gorgeous high heels. She was getting a very warm welcome.
As Matt began the set up for the trick Sophie approached the gagged naked mannequin bound to the cross in the middle of the stage. To whoops of delight she began a slow dance, writhing against the frozen Lisa rubbing against her, rubbing her hands all over and finally using an expensive looking paddle on Lisa's solidified boobs and hips. The audience of store workers went mad at Sophie's embracing of the Shades theme, but only Sophie could begin to suspect the effect it was having on Lisa herself.
All too soon for Lisa Sophie was beckoned to the other side of the small stage where Matt had appeared with a small round black wicker looking basket perched on a wheeled platform set high enough to ensure you could see right underneath it.
"Sophie I think you need to give the Lisa dummy a break and help me for a moment. If you could step up here." Matt took Sophies hand and helped her up onto the platform. "Kick off your shoes, carefully, I doubt I can afford them" The crowd giggled as Sophie complied. " Now if you can step into the basket here. Carefully, great, well done."
The small crowd watched quietly as Matt helped Sophie into the small basket. It was only about knee high on her and didn't seem much wider than her slender shoulders and it took some effort and time for Sophie to fold herself into the basket till only her neck and head remained visible. Matt produced a small lid with a hole in the middle. As the Lisa watched on he opened the lid a little like a stock then closed it around Sophie's neck before using a series of toggles to seal the lid onto the neck of the basket. Sophie's expression suggested that she hadn't asked too much about the trick or had a chance to rehearse.
"Now for the fun bit" Matt walked to the side of the stage and returned with bundle of very shiny very sharp looking swords. "As you can see, Sophie is still very much in her basket" Sophie smiled weakly. "And so she has no chance at all to avoid the swords I am about to shove through the basket"
Without a pause Matt took the first sword and shoved it without ceremony straight through the basket side to side about half way up. Sophie's loud groan was drowned by gasps and applause. In rapid succession another dozen blades followed , all at different heights and angles. All the time Sophie smiled weakly, clearly very much alive and in the basket. It was impossible to see how she could have avoided the blades.
Matt invited a couple of guys from the audience up to check Sophie wasn't a dummy. The irony wasn't lost on Lisa. They touched her face and hair and pulled a few of the blades in and out and replaced a couple at different angles. Sophie's moans became lower as the swords were slowly wiggled in and out.
Finally Matt started pulling swords out. Lisa was slightly surprised, she had half expected him to skip restoring the poor girl. Soon all the blades were out and he undid the lid and grabbed a hand to help Sophie clamber out. The loud applause turned to gasps and wolf whistles as the stand in assistant staggered to her feet and out of the tiny basket revealing that the swords had reduced her designer underwear outfit to tatters, her thong and bra slipped to the floor cut in several places each.
Blushing madly Sophie waved and quickly ran off to the side of the stage. The small crowd dispersed and Lisa realised she had been left alone once more.