Natasha is put through more trials and humiliations. Do her friends really intend to sell her off ?
“What do you mean you don’t need all of her ? “ Marlee sounded a bit annoyed. Natasha hoped perhaps they had reached the end of the ridiculous game.
“Well she was so hot all shrunk down, I would like something more like that really, I can pick up a normal girl anywhere.” Rob smiled as if he were talking about buying the groceries.
Natasha was still shackled to the wooden board, arms and legs spread. It had been tipped back to the horizontal and she could feel the splintered groove up her back from the passage of the saw earlier. The gag was making her jaw ache but at least the clamps were off. And once again, despite the outrage at her treatment by her friends, she felt a little shiver run up her spine as the tall stranger, her tall stranger complimented her.
Natasha suddenly started paying attention again, snapping back to the absurdity of her situation.
“ .....give you some credit for parts you don’t need if we can make use of them
“ The shopkeeper seemed to be talking gibberish. Natasha realised she felt oddly calm all things considered, it was as if the day's events were so outlandish her brain had just decided to give up on fear and panic.
Which perhaps explained why she didn’t totally freak out when she saw the shopkeeper return pushing a metal trolley with what looked like a fancy japanese sword laid across it.
“MMppfk NNnnn!!”
“OK, let's take stock and see what is what and perhaps we can agree a price ?”
Natasha watched the shopkeeper and then Leslie and Marlee nodding as if they had all gone quite mad. Her stranger, Rob, was standing over her looking her up and down as if appraising her every inch. She felt a sharp jolt then a surge of something pleasurable across her left ankle and tore her gaze away from Rob.
“She has cute feet”
The shopkeeper picked up Natasha’s left foot and set it on the trolley. Natasha moaned into the gag and almost passed out.
“Not really a foot guy “
“Well we can probably get decent money for those.”
Natasha tried to yell through the gag. What the actual ? But her attempted protest died on her wide open lips as she watched the shopkeeper with a grim fascination. The blade looked
sharp and somehow elegant, reflecting a rainbow of light as the metal caught the light. She felt it rest on her right ankle then slide easily through her generating another wave of bliss which rocketed up her leg. She moaned despite herself.
“Your friend really is up for this. Amazing! “
Rob nodded to Leslie and Marlee as the shopkeeper lifted the severed foot and moved it to the trolley. It was only as it was set down it dawned on Natasha she couldn’t feel the parts that had been removed even though she could see her toes wriggle occasionally.
“Yeah, she doesn't have great legs,” Leslie said almost apologetically.
Natasha glared at her in anger, but at the same time felt her cheeks colour with embarrassment. It was true that she was shorter than the others, and maybe could lose a pound or two here and there, but !
“Yeah I don’t want the legs I dont think.”
Natasha looked over to Rob at once, how could he ? “I don't think they are something we could sell either “
Natasha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She moaned into the gag again but realised that was futile. To be judged like this, rejected like this, was beyond humiliating. She shook her head no a few times but it was like she wasn’t actually there, just a lump of meat to be divided up. Her attention was grabbed however by the touch of cool steel on her leg. Or to be precise her thigh. The shopkeeper had carefully positioned the blade at an angle over the very top of Natasha’s left leg and was starting to press. Natasha clamped tight onto the gag and moaned much louder than before. The sensation was similar but much more intense. It felt marvellous in fact.
But only for a split second. Still recovering she watched in horror as the shopkeeper picked up her neatly separated leg and dumped it unceremoniously into a bin marked waste! Natasha felt paralysed with shock as her other leg followed, with another burst of bliss, into the trash. She lifted her head and gazed down between her breasts in disbelief to look at her body which now curved from hip to pussy and back looking for all the world as if it had always been that way.
“MMppfkk fkkk!”
The shopkepper laid the sword across the top of Natasha’s hip just under her navel.
“Oh that bit I am definitely keeping”
“I thought you might “
Leslie and Marlee giggled as the shopkeeper started to press down on the blade. Natasha saw stars for a second as the blade sunk smoothly through her. She moaned and gurgled into the gag, despite everything it felt so good!
Ignoring her reaction the shopkeeper set Natashas hips down on the trolley and continued in her matter of fact style.
“Hands are nice. Small, soft, well shaped “ “Don't think so”
The shopkeeper nodded and Natasha watched in a daze as first one hand then the other was removed and placed next to her feet.
“LIke the feet we will animate them later so the new owners get to have some fun. Arms are no good to me, not shapely or slender enough.”
“No”
The shopkeeper simply nodded. In moments Natasha saw her arms dumped casually in the waste, with only a brief flash of erotic tension to show for it.
“I definitely want her tits”
“Figured you might, they are probably her best feature”.
Natasha felt her cheeks flush, it was a relief to get a compliment at last, even if she was still struggling to get her head around what was going on. The next thing she knew the shopkeeper had pinched her right nipple, still sore from its time clamped and pulled. Then with a contained swish the blade had sliced easily through the base of the extended breast. As she watched her disembodied tit set down on the trolley Natasha was close to passing out, from the blissful surge jolting through her and utter disbelief. When the shopkeeper removed the second one she screamed into the gag and fainted.
Natasha came around, licking the gag and blinking trying to get her bearings. It took a second or two to realise what had changed, her viewpoint was upright. She looked around again, looked down and after a few moments she screamed again. It took a moment to work it all out. Her head must still be on the wooden board, resting on her neck. She knew that because her view was upright, there was wood under her chin if she looked down and she could see her chest and shoulders in the barrel marked waste. On the trolley opposite her were her feet, hips, hands and tits !
“What now? “
Marlee was stroking Natasha’s right nipple.
“Well I will take the hands and feet and get them up for sale. They are good quality, sure the auctions will go well, we have bids from collectors all over the world! “
Natasha once again could not believe her ears. Could they be serious ? Ships bits of her where exactly? How would she get back to normal?
“The rest we put back together to the handsome gentleman’s tastes and agree a price”
Natasha shook her head vigorously but the shopkeeper just put down the blade and thought for a few moments. She took Natasha’s hands and feet and put them somewhere out of view, then looked at her hips for a few moments. Nodding to herself she rubbed and pulled on the hips a little then picked up a boob, Natasha was no longer sure which. She set the boob down on the front of the hips and made a few adjustments then grabbed the other one. It dawned on Natasha she hadn’t felt a thing!
When the shopkeeper walked off to fetch something Natasha finally got a clear view. Her hips had been moulded somehow into a more rounded shape and her soft tits were now attached roughly where her belly should be, so her pussy was just visible between the curve of their bases. What was left of her body finished in another smooth curve right above her boobs.
“Her hair is longer than her body now, looks wrong”
Natasha wasn’t sure what that meant. There was so much she wasn’t sure about. How long was she going to be stuck like this for? Were Leslie and Marlee really going through with it? Was this hot stranger really going to buy her ? How? Why ?
She heard a buzz and a pull on her hair. A few moments later a shocked looking Marlee held up a mirror so that a horrified Natasha could see herself. All she saw was a head on a wooden table with her long auburn locks hacked off to a neat buzz cut. To say she didn’t recognise herself was an understatement.
The shopkeeper grabbed Natasha and carried her over to the remains of her body. She carefully lined her neck up with the small flat area above her cleavage and pushed. Natasha squealed as the feelings from what was left of her came flooding back. Marlee helpfully held the mirror at the right angle while Leslie grinned like an idiot. Natasha looked at herself with a grim fascination. She was literally no more than a head and tits, with pussy and ass. Just barely enough body left to hold those parts together. There was no question as to what she had been built for. She was utterly helpless, barely able to wriggle.
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK”
“She looks amazing, better than I imagined. OK questions..”
“Go on”.
“What does she eat and drink? “
“She will get by on what she takes in from when you use her, doesn't matter which hole. We find it keeps them eager”
Natasha blinked in disbelief, whereas Leslie squealed in delight and clapped.Even with everything else that had happened to her today this was too much.
“Can she still talk?”
“If you take the gag off I would imagine it will be hard to get her to stop.” The shopkeeper laughed.
“How long can she stay like this? I still can't believe she wants to do this ? ”
Rob picked Natasha up and turned her over slowly in his big strong hands. Natasha felt herself blush as he examined her from every angle.
“She’s just perfect like this”.
Despite herself Natasha felt a warm glow from the compliment.
“Well that’s good. Once you agree you are happy to go ahead her condition is quite permanent. We will sell her hands and feet off with no trouble and the rest of her will be disposed of”.
Natasha moaned and cried. It was all too much. Permanent ? How ? Why? What had she done to them ? She was a person, not some animated sex toy to be flogged to a stranger, no matter how handsome! And what the hell did disposed off even mean?
“How does $60,000 sound? “ “Deal”
..................
Natasha looked out the window at the moon rising above the apartment block opposite. Rob’s bedroom had a decent view. She looked round as he emerged from the bathroom door opposite, A very decent view! Despite herself she found herself watching lustfully as he emerged from the steam. He dropped the towel he was carrying and it slid down his tanned,ripped body. He moved around un self consciously tidying his clothes and getting ready to sleep. Natasha wasn’t sure if it was because he was that confident or because he really did see her as just a toy. Gazing at him a moment longer she had to accept he had plenty to be confident about. He looked at her, catching her eye and she looked away. She was ashamed that after all that she had been put through she wanted him.
Her anger was very much directed at her so called friends. She figured she was still in shock. They had ended her life, reduced her to a living sex toy and left her in a quiet town in the middle of nowhere with a stranger. For the rest of her life ?!? The fact that the stranger had a body like a male model and the sex had been some of the best of her life was not the point. Not at all.
Even though he had used her for much of the evening since they had got back from the shop she wanted more. She felt her cheeks flush as she thought about how he had taken her every way imaginable taking full advantage of her crazy new shape. It would be utterly wrong to say he was a tender and considerate lover. He had pounded her in all holes from all angles clearly with nothing in mind beyond his own desires. She had cum of course, more than once. Freed from any responsibility she had no choice but to let go and be the object of his lust. It was as exhilarating as it was frightening.
In a way she was glad that Rob had chosen to have her voice removed before he took her home. Her jaw had ached terribly and its removal was a huge relief, but she had no idea what she would say to him if she could talk. She had watched him hand over his credit card, watched the other parts of her wheeled off, watched her so called friends leave. She was not sure why she was being so rational but it seemed pointless to scream and yell at the person who would be looking after her in her helpless state, however she felt inside. Permanent meant just that. Her fate, her future was sealed. For his part he seemed blissfully unaware that she was in this against her will.
Rob lay on the bed beside her, stroking her soft tits. He rolled over as if trying to sleep then sighed and rolled back. He picked Natasha up and pressed her mouth to his cock. It was soft but Natasha found she was desperate for more and licked and kissed and sucked it into her mouth hungrily. She had always prided herself on her skills in that department and freed of the gag she could demonstrate fully. It didn’t take long before Rob was moaning in delight. Natahsa drank down his load greedily.
Natasha woke with a start the next morning. It took her a few moments to realise where she was. Why she couldn't move. She lifted her head and tried to wriggle but got nowhere on the soft bed. As the previous day’s events came flooding back she had to fight back a tear, all of a sudden it all seemed to be sinking in.
She heard a doorbell and felt even more helpless. Was Rob even home? She head the door then voices. Rob came into the bedroom and carried her back to the lounge, where to her amazement were Leslie and Marlee.
“Surprise ! “
“Hope you liked your promotion present ? We really had you going huh ? “
“We hired the magician and Rob here to give you a wild ride!”
Natasha looked from one to the other and back. All she could do was raise an eyebrow.
“No of course it’s not permanent, what do you think we are monsters ? “
“Was he good??”
“OK lets get you back to the shop and get you back to normal”
Natasha looked at them both again, thinking of the pile of work in her office, her apartment and the chores and raised both eyebrows.
“Wait, you do WANT to be restored, don’t you ? Natasha? Rob ?”