Sherry was taken into the parlor of yet another house, still sheathed in her silken sack. She was put down, her knees and ankles untied, the sack removed.

Two strong men came in behind a woman standing beside Cyn. The woman nodded and the two guys lifter Sherry to her feet. The attached a head harness, which hung from the ceiling. With it on Sherry could just stand on her toes. Next they strapped her hands to her thighs. Cyn walked up to her and shoved a penis shaped dildo in her mouth, fastening with a strap around her head.

Then she injected Sherry with something, "Just relax and let it happen, it's out of your control anyway." She left the room, joining the host. Sherry could hear them talking outside the door.

"...Oh she is so beautiful. I had no idea when you described her. I am so glad you've brought her along."

"She's a bit green but I'm sure that tonight will help her grow." They all laughed as they passed out of Sherry's hearing range.

Sherry tried to move but could not. Her muscles could be tightened, but she could not take a step or move her body in any way no matter how hard she concentrated. She tried to scream but couldn't. In fact she couldn't do anything. She was frozen in the position she was standing in when she was given the shot. She couldn't even sit down! Panic settled in.

A short while latter one of the men came in and released her from the dildo gag and the head harness. He steadied her, then walked around her, examining, appraising. He repositioned her arms and hands. Moved one of her feet forward, angled it, moved her knees closer together. Finally, after grunting an approval, he left.

Suddenly, Sherry heard the sound of many footsteps approaching. From the thuds of their shoes, she knew they were men. Then, in the doorway, a group of businessmen appeared. The hostess was gesturing to Sherry and saying, "...This is Sherry. She is yours for the evening. The only thing she cannot do is speak and," she paused deliciously, "she has been ordered to please...no matter what is asked of her." They all made approving noises and left the room.

One of the men paused before leaving. He slowly turned and drank her in with his eyes, then, he too, left the room.

Sherry quivered as she thought about what was coming. Of what was probably coming. She tried to move. She tried to escape. She tried to stay calm. But her body did not respond to a single thing she tried to do! She was a human manniquin! Panic set in - but, of course you would never have known it by looking at her. Her sexy body posed in a natural way, revealing her magnificent legs, slim torso and corset enhanced tiny waist. Her clothes so revealingingly perfect for a female who was on the hunt for men. But panic none the less. She did not realize that there was nothing to do but wait for the drug to wear off.

Cyn creeped up, unseen behind Sherry. Very gently she ran a finger up her exposed back. Chills. She slowly walked around her, eyeing her, adjusting a stray strand of hair here, a fold in her skirt there. She stopped in front of Sherry, "Perfect, Kitten. Perfect." Cyn ran her fingers lightly up and down Sherry's bare arm. More chills. "You see, you can feel. You can tighten. Contract those muscles. You can be positioned for any use. Soft and pliable to the touch. But you can't move a muscle of your own. You can't even moan my Kitten." Then she was gone again.

After dinner and drinks the businessmen reappeared before Sherry. They were smoking cigars and laughing. They were slightly inebriated.

"Wow! She's a hot one," one said.

"Too hot for you," another replied. They all laughed.

"Yeah. I bet she's too hot even touch."

"Go on, try it."

The first man stepped up to her, brushed her long black silky hair back from her face, and in a somewhat timid and awkward manner, kissed her on the lips. They all laughed and jibbed him.

"You call that a kiss?!" Another cried as he pulled the Sherry to him. He made a big production out of warming up to kiss her. Finally he did it. A deep, wet kiss. He was a little embarrassed to find that he had completely lost himself in her.

Inside Sherry recoiled. If she could have gagged she would have. She glanced at the man who was finishing his kiss. This was unbearable! Sherry did not like to kiss even as a man, much less kiss a man!

As the men laughed and prodded each other, Sherry noticed for the first time, that in the corner of the room, another woman was sitting in a chair, seemingly bored by all these goings on.

Sherry peered deeper into the dim corner..."something familiar about that woman" she thought. Like a rainbow after the storm Sherry recognized Heather!

Sherry lit up inside just seeing her. As man after man tried to prove who was the manliest, Sherry concentrated on Heather.

She was sitting on the edge of a chair, her ankles together, and her high-heeled feet flat on the floor. The light was raking across the tops of her thighs as they flowed out from under her short black skirt. Her luscious, lovely thighs. Sigh.

Heather's back was straight as a rod and she was wearing a wide black belt with a silver buckle that highlighted her slim, narrow waist. Her breasts tantalizingly sloped down and outward, the nipples visible through her skintight sleeveless top, which was open down the front well below her breasts. Her gloved arms were tied behind her back and her long beautiful hair flowed over her exquisite bare shoulders, the skin glowing and begging to be touched.

Sherry tried to reach out to her but she still could not move. One of the men unzipped her dress and helped it fall to the floor leaving her naked but for the stockings and shoes.

The man who had kissed her first ran his hands down her back and over her rear end. He pulled her to him and she started to topple but another man stepped in and steadied her. The one who had eyed her earlier that evening. He began to run his fingers up and down her shoulders, ever so lightly. Chills were coming despite Sherry's silent protests.

Another of the men drunkenly pushed the first guy away from Sherry and began to mead her breasts. Tingles and goose bumps. Ragged breathing. Sherry was being overcome by the sensations. Kidnapped by her won body and taken to a place she didn't want to go... or did she?

In an effort to not give in she snapped her attention back to Heather. Focusing on her perfectly shaped red lips. The way her lipstick went around the curve of her lower lip. Her pouty mouth so inviting. She drank in Heather's face: her hair flowing away revealing her beautiful cheekbones; Her eyes, shaped so sexily, her lids powdered dark, her brows sexily arched. A Goddess! A sex kitten. A raging hormone filled teenagers wet dream!

Suddenly, Sherry became aware that she was very aroused. Her breasts pulsing, her nipples hard and waiting. Two of the men almost sweetly, began to lick and suck them. Sherry was swept away in the cascading flood of erotic sensations. Another man came up behind her and inserted his erect member gently. Slowly he slid it in and out, creating a rhythm that she swayed to. That her heart beat to. He began to caress her arms and nibble her neck. And still the other two men were lapping at her breasts. This was heaven. This was being alive. This was.... WHAT WAS SHE THINKING!?!?!

Sherry was losing all control. She would have shouted out, moaning and gasping. But she couldn't. She was frozen on the outside, but on the inside she could feel everything.

As the passion and heat of the moment increased another of the men slipped his penis into her mouth. The dildo gag had left it perfect and waiting for just such an act. He moaned loudly with each thrust into her, adding a new instrument to the music all ready playing her. She could not help herself. SHe tried to suckle him, to run her tongue all around his wonderful gift. But she was frozen! IT took all her waning attention to just tighten and loosen her lip mouscles to pleasure this man.

When the two men came, one after the other, Sherry thought she would die from the longest sustained orgasm in the world. As the two guys fell away from her, weak with pleasure, one of the others stepped in, catching her from toppling over. He gently laid her on the floor.

He unzipped himself and inserted his manhood into her mouth. She could taste his bittersweet pre-cum as she longed to get away from this sterile form of lovemaking and really be able to wrap herself around him. She wanted to scream out as the mountains of orgasmic pleasure washed over each of her lovers. The man began to move her head as he thrusted, faster and faster until he let out a long sustained yell somewhat like Tarzan.

As he finished emptying himself into Sherry's mouth, another of the men pulled Heather to her feet and walked her into the light.

She also seemed to be frozen. Forced to remain in whatever position anyone put her in. Ready to be used in any manner that they wanted. Just the same situation as Sherry.

"Hey guys! Check this babe out."

They all swarmed around Heather, prodding and stroking her, pawing at her and teasing her body. She stood still, frozen in her predicament. Sherry was dying a million deaths for her.

They removed her belt and skirt, one of them reaching up under her top to grope Heather's breasts. Then he ripped her top off and locked his mouth over them. He wrapped his arms around her and laid her on the ground as he continued his suckle. He unfastened his belt and pants then roughly shoved his hard penis into her. She was being scooted along the floor by the force of his thrusts. The other men urged him on, clapping and yelling.

As the man came he screamed out in ecstasy. The other men became so hot and bothered just watching him that some of them turned to Sherry while the rest descended on Heather.

One of the men turned Sherry onto her stomach and entered her rear. Another of the men arranged her arm and hand so he could masturbate using it. The other guy saw this and arranged the other hand in a similar fashion. And still another thrust his cock into her mouth.

In front of her she could see Heather, still on her back, her legs dangling as another guy was fucking her. One of the other men had his dick in her mouth and was just cuming, spurting all over her face. The noise of the men as they came or tried to cum was loud and filled with sweat.

Sherry was becoming aroused again as she watched Heather and wafted off to a place where she and Heather could be alone, naked and in deep passionate lovemaking. Her perfect breasts swaying in the rhythm of sex. Her perfect legs and arms, her flawless skin. That magnificent facwe. So sexy. So absolutely erotic. Sherry wanted to be with Heather more than anything. She wanted to feel her and please her in any manner possible. To hear her moan as she was swept away in pleasure.

At that precise second a wave of incredibly intense pleasure rolled slowly through Sherry's body. The intensity continued to increase, to build. Her whole body went rigid and she thought she would surely die as the surge of sensation peaked and peaked and peaked and then exploded, her body bursting with the intense erotic, gutteral sensation, then slowly subsiding, leaving her breathless. It wasn't an orgasm as she knew them.

"What happened? What was that? How do I have another?" She thought as the warm afterglow of what ever it was tingled her body.

One of the men was wiping the cum off his face. Wiping off Sherry's cum. He had found her penis tucked between her legs and began to lick and tease it until he could not stop himself from going all the way.

"Good God!" exclaimed the one who had just cum in her mouth. "That was the best fucking fuck I've ever, ever had."

He looked into her eyes. "I'll be back for you, Honey. I'll be back."

Sherry's face was flush as he manuvered so that he could peer into her eyes
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One of the other men agreed, "Yeah, we'll be back. That one was pretty fucking good, too." He gestured to Heather and all the guys mumbled various levels of agreement as they filed out of the room.

Both Sherry and Heather were left almost naked and still lying on the floor, covered in cum, when Cyn and the another woman came in.

"Very good, girls", Cyn said. "Nothing quite like happy clients, no matter what they want."

Then her voice became all business, "Now lets get them cleaned up and restored". She went to the wall and pulled a bell chord.

Instantly the two male attendants from before came into the room. They stood each ‘girl’ up and fastened her into individual head harnesses. They bound their hands behind their backs by the wrists and elbows and tied their knees together but not their feet.

Each of the bound women was given another injection and within seconds Sherry could feel control of her body returning. She flexed her hands and feet, then swiveled to see Heather.

Heather was smiling as she licked the cum off her face.

"Ah, my two pretties. You have done very well tonight," Cyn said. "And you, Sherry, have distinguished yourself! Those gentlemen have all ready booked another evening here with you."

The other girl said, "Yes, indeed. Seldom have we seen such an enthusiastic response to the live puppets. Oh well, it takes all types."

"Clean them up," she said and left the servants to the chore. The servants attached collars and leashes to Heather and Sherry and led them away slowly, forced as they were by the bindings to take very small steps.