Chapter 1: Night of the Mannequins

Night of the Mannequins

 

By Ivaran Kealar

 

1.

 

Julio Arias’ eyes opened. She sat up in bed, puffing, having woken from a nightmare. She saw the clock on her bedside table. Her alarm wailed, and Julio almost smashed it to bits when she silenced it. Reluctantly, she crawled out of bed.  

Julio was 25 years old and five feet eight. Her mother was Spanish, and her father was American. She chose to keep her Spanish name, so that she would not leave her roots. Right now, she was clad in her blue silk nightie and was barefoot.

She sat in front of her vanity mirror, and brushed her short dyed blue hair. She saw the black circles underneath her steely gray eyes. She slipped into her black bra – to cover her 34D breasts – and silk panties. She changed into her short black T-shirt, loose-fitting navy jeans, and her white knee-high socks. She left her bedroom.

Julio headed into her cosy little kitchen: which had overhead cupboards for plates and bowls, drawers for cutlery and cloths, a German microwave and a little electric refrigerator. She prepared a bowl of off-brand cereal, prepared black coffee, and sat down at her small round table.

After breakfast, she cleaned her bowl and spoon in the sink, and put them on the draining board to dry off. She removed her yellow gloves and put them away.

Julio walked into her tiny living room and sat in her red armchair, which corresponded to her carpet and wallpaper. The coffee table was dark brown and hexagonal.

Julio picked up the newspaper off the floor, and had a good flick through. She reviewed the ads, but all of them noted that the applicants needed experience.

Julio threw the paper on the floor. She lived alone in an apartment financed by her parents, yet they had recently threatened to cut her off, unless she got a job.

She then put her hands together and closed her eyes. “Lord, please, I am begging you; find me a job, so I no longer have to suffer.”

Just then, Julio heard the familiar sound of her phone singing its sweet tune.

She jumped out of the chair and rushed into her room.

She pulled the phone from her middle drawer, and saw it was Lani Bradshaw.

Julio answered it, and placed her phone next to her right ear, “Hey, Lani!”

“Hey, Jules, it’s been a while,” Lani sang, “I have some amazing news for you!”

Julio arched her eyebrow. “Oh? And what is this wonderful news about?"

“You’re gonna love me for this, Jules – I’ve managed to find you a job!”

Julio’s eyes lit up. “No shit? C'mon, Lani, tell me what it is!”

“Well, you get to be a security guard for Sex-E-Heaven’s Warehouse!”

“A security guard,” Julio repeated. “I don’t exactly have the experience.”

“This is the best part, honey – they say no prior experience is required!”

“Awesome! If you don’t mind me asking, how’d you find out about this gig?”

“Oh, they called me and asked if I wanted a job. And I told them I already have one, and I said you might want it, and you get to start ASAP!”

Julio grinned. "How can I repay you for giving me this opportunity?"

“Hmm... I know, what about a bottle of my favourite Brandy?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Julio laughed. She reached for a pen and paper. “Before I forget, could you tell me their address and how many hours am I gonna work?”

“Sure! It’s at 45 Hemming’s Way, and you’ll be doing from 12am to 6am!”

She wrote the details, and she said, "Thank you, Lani; speak up soon."

“Bye-bye,” Lani sang, and then hung up.

Julio hugged her phone, and smiled joyously.

 

 

2.

 

Getting to the warehouse itself was a bit of a hassle. Julio had to travel by bus to the station; then she had to take another bus to the warehouse. She brought a green backpack with her, which had her boxed lunch in it, and a red thermos full of coffee. She wore pink sneakers and a pink salmon coat.

After the long bus ride, Julio arrived at her destination – Hemming’s Way.

Julio walked down the street, and she eventually came across Sex-E-Heaven’s warehouse.

She went over and found the personnel door. Extending her right arm, she gave a light knock on the door with her fist. No answer came back. She looked around and soon found a rock on the floor. Bent over, she picked it up and flipped it over, and found a spare key.

“It’s like they’re trying to invite thieves,” said Julio.

She used the key to unlock the door and stepped inside.

Julio navigated the narrow halls, which looked like a labyrinth of an old fairy tale. She eventually arrived at the security room, and was surprised by how roomy it was. She had her own leather chair, a table with three monitors, and a desk fan. She had her own blue locker in here, and there was a note attached to the door – which said to keep out intruders.

She pocked the noted and opened the locker door – she discovered a long sleeved blue shirt, a couple of black pants, a hat and even a tall pair of black boots.

Julio took off her coat, and then she stopped.

It seemed that somebody or something was watching her undress...

She looked around and she noticed a mannequin in the corner.

The mannequin had the face of a man and an open mouth. His body and joints were cream-coloured, and his feet had the shape of shoes. It actually had fingers and thumbs.

Julio giggled. She finished undressing and went into uniform. After putting her bag on the floor, she sat down at her work station, and she surveyed the monitors.

At 1:00am, Julio got out her boxed lunch: She ate two sandwiches, a packet of crisps and drank her coffee. The first watch passed without incident.

When it was time to punch out, Julio was blinded by the sun. She locked up and headed home. She was ready for a little snooze.

 

 

3.

 

It was another night, and Julio was sitting at her work station; clad in her uniform. She looked at the monitors, and made sure everything was okay. Her shift started normally at first, only when she switched feeds she noticed something was off. On one of the monitors, she saw a mannequin was tied to a bondage bed. Julio rose and fled from the office.

When she entered the warehouse for bondage beds, Julio searched every inch of it. The door where she walked in was the only possible entrance. The ventilation outlets were sealed. She un-cuffed the mannequin, picked it up and took it back to its room.

Julio returned to her office, and noticed the mannequin was gone. She checked the CCTV tapes, and there was nothing in the security room.

Julio sat down and breathed out strongly.

 

 

4.

 

When Julio came home, she felt mentally worn out. She headed in her bedroom, and dropped her bag on the floor. She stripped off her uniform and changed into a nightgown. She crawled under her bedsheets, put her head on her pillow and closed her eyes.

As Julio lay in her bed, a warm smile appeared on her face. Her head felt hazy, like someone or something was hypnotizing her. She was told by a voice to remain asleep, which she did.

Julio ran her tongue all over her upper mouth, slowly. Her nostrils flared, as her breathing became heavier. In her unconscious condition, her hands opened her pajama shirt. Next, her fingers and thumbs unclipped her bra – freeing her melons.

Julio panted. She caressed her breasts and pressed them hard. Her breathing was getting shakier. She rubbed her nipples with her middle fingers. Her tongue licked across her upper mouth, as she wailed. She pinched her nipples roughly – causing herself to sob. Unconsciously, she opened her legs wide, as though waiting for something.

Julio moaned delicately, when she felt something rubbing her pussy. As if manipulated by an unseen force, Julio’s hands went behind her pink pillow – and she squeezed the pillow tightly. She felt something rub her pussy lips in slow circles. Her mouth opened more broadly, while quivering groans sprang from the back of her throat. Her hips bucked and jerked from the sensitive touch of the mysterious fingers. Her legs flailed about.

Julio whispered, “Oh, please... Don’t tease me... Please...!”

The mysterious fingers now rubbed Julio’s clitoris in slow circles.

Julio’s body shook and tears fell upon her cheeks. She thrashed her head from side to side and she squeaked. Her tongue flicked the air as she whimpered.

The mysterious fingers alternated between rubbing Julio’s clitoris clockwise, and rubbing Julio’s clitoris anti-clockwise. They then delicately rubbed Julio’s clitoris upwards and downwards.

Julio’s toes curled, as her body quaked, and she whimpered in her slumber.

After they gave her a clitoral orgasm, the fingers entered Julio’s damp pussy. They managed to find her G-spot, which they abused by rubbing hard.

Julio screamed an inhuman shriek. Her hips bucked and quivered repeatedly. Her ass hit her mattress pretty hard. Her eyelids fluttered wildly. Her shaking hands squeezed her pillow harder. Her breathing went faster and her heart ran. Tears of joy poured upon her cheeks.

She begged, “Don’t stop! Please! Don’t stop!”

The mysterious fingers thrust to and fro repeatedly – driving her crazy. They wouldn’t stop. They were tireless; the fingers abused Julio’s pussy for roughly twenty or so minutes.

Julio’s legs kicked about, as her body jerked and her mouth formed a large O. She wailed, “Oh, God...! Oh, God...! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! I’m...! I...! I’m...! Gonna...! Come...!”

Julio’s body shuddered like it was possessed. Her hips bucked and shuddered repeatedly. Her limbs were shivering and her hands were strangling her pillow. She ejaculated hard. It was as though her abused pussy was a fountain, spraying her orgasmic juice.

Julio was struggling for breath, as she smiled and wept with sensitivity. Her face was the perfect image of bliss. She felt like she had zero gravity. Her body quivered from the aftershock of her climax. She was motionless and content...

 

 

5.

 

When Julio’s alarm woke her up, she felt groggy – as though her energy had been depleted. She lazily opened her eyes, and she shut her clock up. She felt something inside of her... She removed her covers, and released a tiny gasp.

There was a stain on Julio’s sheet, which she knew from her masturbation sessions... That wasn’t the worst part. Her panties had been removed, her tits were exposed, and two fingers belonging to a mannequin’s hand were deep inside her pussy.

With precaution, Julio grasped the mannequin’s hand and removed the fingers. She was upset that not only were the fingers in her pussy, but the fingers were coated with her orgasmic juice.

She pulled out handkerchiefs from the top drawer of her nightstand, and she cleaned the fingers off the mannequin’s hand. She tossed the mannequin hand on the floor, and covered her face with both her hands. Subsequently, she removed her sheets and folded them in one pile. Julio then left her room and went straight to her bathroom.

After showering, and getting changed into cream shorts, a yellow shirt and her sandals, Julio did her laundry. She decided to clean the mannequin hand in her kitchen sink. She studied it and observed that it was modeled after a man’s hand and was beige. The fingers and thumbs were surprisingly flexible, and intrusive thoughts made her want to keep it. She stirred the thoughts out of her mind. She didn’t want to get fired for stealing (even if she didn’t remember taking it). She decided her best bet would be to take it back to work.

 

 

6.

 

Another shift had begun: Clad in her uniform, Julio noticed the mannequin was back in her office and its right hand was missing. She fitted it in perfectly, and smiled. She stroked the mannequin’s chest, and looked at its crotch region.

“Just as I thought,” she began, “you’re not anatomically correct.” She giggled.

Julio went back to her desk, and she sat on her chair to do a check-up.

She watched the feed and indeed found something interesting.

For some odd reason, the door to the sex toy storage was wide open.

Julio got up and she sped out of her office to head to storage for the sex toys.

She went into the aforementioned room: She looked around, and she saw dildos, nipple suckers, vibrators, mouth gags, cock-pumps and many other interesting toys.

Julio searched around and discovered several mannequins were here.

She noticed that the mannequins looked like they were stealing the toys.

Julio grinned a little. “It’s great to know that my employers have a sense of humour.”

She pried the toys out of the mannequin’s hands, and took them back to their own storage. When Julio was about to leave, she made a high-pitched cry. It felt as if someone pinched her arse cheek. She swiftly turned around, to face her mysterious assailant.

There was nobody there. There were only mannequins in this area.

Julio nursed her right buttocks with her right hand and she looked around.

She switched out the light and went back to her office.

When Julio returned to the security office, she noticed something wrong...

The mannequin in here was now wearing a red strap-on on its crotch.

Julio approached it, carefully, bent down and she took a good look at it.

“What the hell,” she muttered. “Who did this? And how’d they do it?”

Subconsciously, she groped the phallic object with her right hand – her fingers and thumb wrapped around the object firmly, like she was holding a dick. She moved her hand up and down, slowly, as she looked up at the mannequin with a smile. “Do you enjoy this, sir?”

Julio came to her senses, and her face flushed. She removed the strap-on from the mannequin. She headed back to her desk and checked the feed. There was no footage of any suspicious people entering this room, and that felt like evidence.

She decided to lock her office from now on...

 

 

7.

 

After her shift was over – and after she had a nice long kip – Julio was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. She was still dressed in her nightgown, and was on her Toshiba laptop. She obsessively searched the net for everything related to Sex-E-Heaven. All she found was that it was a small chain and there were only a few stores in town.

She was afraid of heading to either store, in case one of their employees was the twisted guy that kept sneaking into the warehouse, and making it seem like the mannequins were up to no good. Moreover, she was not in favour of calling them.

Julio texted her friend, requesting additional information: She just had the same old response, that Sex-E-Heaven was desperate to employ somebody.

The desperate part raised so many red flags in Julio’s mind. Why was the company desperate to employ somebody? What occurred to the old security guard? Did they quit? Did they get fired? Did someone attack them in the warehouse?

Julio had to shake these paranoid notions out of her head. It was the only job available to her. She forced herself to grin and bear it, until something else came along.

 

 

8.

 

Another shift had begun for Julio. She was clad in her uniform and carrying her bag.

When Julio arrived in her office, something drew her attention and sounded the alarm.

The bulletin board suddenly had numerous photographs of employees of the month. However, the images were men and women showing their climax faces.

The security room mannequin was in here. It wore a black strap-on, and its right hand was firmly holding the phallic part. It almost looked like it was jerking off...

“What the hell is this,” whispered Julio as she watched.

She pried the mannequin’s hand off the phallic part of the strap-on, and she removed the strap-on from the mannequin. She was about to leave, but a sudden chill ran up her spine. She turned around and looked at the mannequin. She saw that it was motionless, with both of its arms close to its side. She looked down to make sure it hadn’t moved.

Julio forced the biggest smile she could muster, and she laughed it off.

She returned the strap-on to the sex toy storage, and Julio returned to the security office.

Julio locked the door up tight, before sitting down at her desk. She looked at the monitors.

As Julio watched the monitors, her eyelids felt a tad heavy. Her head almost hit the desk. She used her right hand to straighten her head, and her elbow sat on the table. She knew she couldn’t sleep on the job, but her sleep pattern was screwed up. She shut her eyes. She dozed off. She breathed comfortably and drooled a little.

“Soon you will be ours,” murmured a raucous voice.

Julio’s eyes snapped open in dismay. She looked all over. She was alone. There wasn’t anyone else around. Her imagination was playing tricks on her again. She yawned.

“Fuck... I need to get another job and soon,” she muttered.

Julio had her coffee and ate her lunch at 1:00 in the morning, as usual.

She watched the feed on the monitors, just to keep an eye on things.

In the mannequin storage room, it looked like they were watching the camera...

 

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9.

 

Once more, after the end of her shift, Julio went home. She had made her bed with freshly cleaned sheets, and she had taken off her uniform so she could slip into her nightgown. Julio slept in her bed, but the thought of the warehouse had invaded her dreams. She kept seeing the security mannequin over and over again. There was something very unusual about this. She had this horrible feeling that it was after her, physically.

Julio’s alarm clock blared – which made her open her eyes bit by bit.

After a good shower – and slipping into her casual gear – Julio set up her laptop again. She sat cross-legged on the bed and decided to do a job search again.

She visited numerous job sites, and emailed her résumé to them all. She was becoming more and more desperate to leave her present employment. There was definitely something strange going on. Julio’s theory was that some pervert was somehow hiding in the warehouse, and putting a strap-on on the mannequin in her office.

Julio visited numerous websites that had reviews of Sex-E-Heaven. She clicked on the sites and found out what people were saying about them. All she saw were good reviews. However, she saw that several comments had the comment removed notice.

“Something really strange is happening,” said Julio.

But then, Julio’s mobile phone rang – but there was no ID.

Reluctantly, Julio picked it up, and she replied, “Hi?”

There was no reply at the other end, only dead silence.

“Hello,” she tried again. “Look, is someone there? Hello?”

The mystery caller then hung up without speaking a word.

Julio tried to call back, but for some reason, failed to get through.

“What the hell is going on,” she whispered to her phone.

Julio quickly typed a text to her best friend, saying she was quitting. She desperately needed to get a new job – hopefully, one that didn’t involve any creeps.

Lani said, “Stick to this for one more night, and I’ll organize something.”

“Thank you,” answered Julio, and she blew air from her cheeks.

Julio smiled. One night... She just had to survive one more night.

 

 

10.

 

Clad in her uniform, Julio sat at her security post at work. Her heart thumped hard. She had to stick out for one more night and she was done. She had previously drafted a letter of resignation, which she intended to send out shortly.

Julio watched the monitors. As soon as she’d see something suspicious, she was going to bolt. Her eyelids felt heavy again. She slapped herself in the face to stay awake.

All of a sudden, the fire alarm went off in the entire warehouse.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Julio groaned. She took her stuff and escaped.

Julio reached the fire exit, but it wouldn’t budge. She wildly pushed the grey bar down several times, but no dice. The door was well sealed. She was desperate enough to barge into the door shoulder first, but it was useless. She leaned against it and groaned.

The sprinklers came on, soaking Julio. She shut her eyes and cursed. She tried using her bag to shield herself. The alarm and sprinklers ceased. Julio was soaked.

Julio wiped her eyes, and hissed, “Now what?”

Then the building lights went out.

“Oh, fuck off,” Julio wailed, in the darkness.

She went for her flashlight, but realized that she had left it at the security office. She found her phone was missing, too – which was nuts, because she knew she’d packed it. She blindly felt her way through the maze-like warehouse to find the security office.

Julio ended up falling into a room, and the door closed behind her.

She turned around, and blindly headed to the door, and pulled it. It wouldn’t budge. She pulled and pulled, but the door was locked up tight. She banged her fists on the door.

“Help, help, let me out! Let me out! Turn on the fucking lights,” she shrieked.

Julio felt dizzy – like the entire room spun around. She couldn’t escape. She heard some weird squeaking noises. There was something in here with her. Julio couldn’t help but cry. Her chest felt a little tight. Her need to escape had increased tenfold. She wanted out.

Suddenly, Julio fell to the floor and landed on her front with a thump. She squeaked. She felt something tugging at her boots. She knew they were taken away. She wept because she felt many hands stripping her, but she was not able to defend herself from her attacker.

Julio was frustrated. She couldn’t stop shaking. She whined. Her heart raced. Her throat felt like it was closing. She found it difficult to breathe. Julio couldn’t stop sweating. Her legs felt weak. She felt claustrophobic. She had an inclining something was going to rape her.

Julio was picked up, and forced to sit down in what’d felt like a chair. Nevertheless, her wrists and ankles were fastened by shackles. The chair reclined, forcing Julio to lie down.

The lights went on, and Julio shut her eyes while she was briefly blinded.

When her vision re-focused, Julio was horrified. Her eyes expanded like saucers and she saw that she had been fully undressed, and tied with a black and red sex chair. Her legs were forced wide open – exposing her sex – and there was a collar fastened around her neck. Her little hands gripped the arms of the sex chair, and she struggled for freedom.

Finally, Julio’s mysterious assailant stepped into sight, and Julio whimpered.

There stood a monstrous mannequin: It had a huge head, four arms and four hands, wheels attached to its long legs and a hole in its crotch area.

Julio deafened the entire room with her screams. She fought against her bonds and wailed. She shut her eyes, hoping she was experiencing a dreadful nightmare.

The odd mannequin walked away, and went towards a nearby table.

Julio opened her eyes, warily, wondering what her captor had planned.

The mannequin returned, holding four peacock feathers in each hand.

The freakish mannequin wheeled closer and closer towards Julio.

Julio, however, watched the freakish mannequin cautiously.

The mannequin caressed her face with the tips of the feathers.

Julio closed her eyes and flinched. She wailed and begged for help.

The mannequin stroked Julio’s cheeks, the bridge of Julio’s nose, her lips and chin. It then moved the stroking downwards; slowly, it stroked Julio’s arms, her hands, her cold nipples and breasts, stomach, her pussy, her inner thighs, her legs, her toes and even her feet.

Julio clenched her teeth. She struggled against the shackles. She trembled. Tears rolled down her puffy cheeks. Her nostril flared. A discomforting moan left her throat. She breathed louder. She cursed and spat. Julio wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

After stroking all the way back up, at a snail's pace, the mannequin stroked back down. He decided to focus on Julio’s pretty feet. Its peacock feathers caressed the back of her feet, her heels, her soles, her arches, her toes and even in between the toes.

Julio clenched her teeth tighter, and her body shook. She was breathing furiously with her nostrils. Her hands now balled into fists. She moved her feet to prevent caresses, but it was hopeless. The feathers stroked every inch of her feet.

Now, the mannequin focused on caressing the heel, up across her delicate soles, and down to the heels. It moved up and down, stroking her soles.

Julio couldn’t stop her laughter. She struggled harder and harder against her restraints. She thrashed her head from side to side. Her face reddened. She prayed harder.

The mannequin gradually increased its speed, tickling Julio’s delicate soles.

Julio giggled reluctantly. “No, please, stop, let me go, please,” she pleaded.

The mannequin disobeyed: it picked up the pace tickling her exposed soles.

Reluctantly, Julio opened her mouth – with a big open smile – and she deafened this room with her uncontrollable laughing howls. Her body thrashed about wildly, as she screamed, laughed, begged, cried, giggled, whined and sobbed.

The mannequin tickled Julio’s soft soles repeatedly. It employed all four feathers to tickle her lovely toes and her soles. The mannequin grinned perversely as it tickled her.

After five or so minutes of intense tickling, the mannequin headed to the table.

Julio’s tears fell on her blushed cheeks. She was gasping for breath – over and over – and her heart was racing. She lost her smile. She felt exhausted.

Julio opened her eyes and saw the perverted mannequin had returned.

The mannequin had two XL nipple suckers in a hand each. It also had erect nipple cream.

Julio plunged into terror, and she whispered, “No, please don’t... Please, no more!”

The mannequin unscrewed the lid of the erect nipple cream and squirted it on Julio’s nipples. It made sure both of her nipples had plenty of the ointment.

Julio watched the whole thing terribly, and she watched him throw the tube away.

Using two of its hands, the mannequin stroked Julio’s bare tits – which made her wince and sob – and it pressed near her nipples, downwards to her curves. It pressed up and down, avoiding the nipples, and pressed all around her tits.

Julio shut her eyes tight once more, she flailed her head around. She was too worn down to resist. She even felt ashamed that the erect nipple cream finally kicked in... Her poor nipples soon swelled up, and would be soon subject to abuse. Julio found it difficult to stifle her moans, and she fought hard to drive down her arousal.

The mannequin spread its fingers and thumbs, and began to massage Julio’s tits, lovingly; taking its sweet time, as if it was reshaping bread dough.

“Ooh,” Julio whined, through her parted lips. She was now failing to suppress her moans. She managed to freeze the submissive part of her.

The mannequin stopped squeezing her tits – he shoved the nipple suckers on her nipples.

Julio was panting, while she felt the suckers sucking her nipples, and her body was responding with a strong quivering. She opened her mouth O-shaped as a protest.

“No,” she softly moaned, and swayed her head around.

The mannequin headed to the table, and screwed on the black ejaculating dildo. Making sure it was on tight, he then rolled all the way back to his moaning captive.

Julio, unfortunately, trembled, as she failed to stop herself from achieving orgasm. Her face flushed and she hated herself. Her groaning suddenly subsided. Her eyelids were barely able to open: She saw the mannequin had shoved an artificial cock in her mouth. Julio grudgingly groaned because the nipple suckers kept going.

The mannequin moved backwards and forwards, pretending Julio was finally giving it a blowjob. Its fake cock rubbed hard against her tongue, and the inner walls of her mouth.

Julio winced. She closed her eyes a little harder. She felt the rubbing of the rubber on her tongue and the interior walls of her mouth. She whimpered. She groaned.

After thrusting for what seemed like five minutes, the mannequin ejaculated hard. Torrents of its artificial cum filled Julio’s mouth and still ran down her throat.

Not wanting to choke, Julio swallowed it down and was shocked that it tasted nice. She gulped and swallowed it down; underestimating how much fake cum was in this dildo.

The mannequin shot its entire load, and pulled the artificial cock out of Julio’s mouth. It then rolled to the table for the next phase.

Some of the fake semen had dripped all over Julio’s chin. She still groaned and sighed against her wishes. Her body trembled beyond her control again. The nipple-sucking sensation was too intense. They felt oddly nice, lick rubber mouths sucking sweetly; bobbing up and down, up and down; sucking hard.

“Oh! Oh,” Julio groaned, unconsciously licking her upper lip. “I need to break free... But it feels too good...! Oh! Oh, God...! Oh, God...! Oh, God...!”

The mannequin returned with a G-spot vibrator attached to one of its hands. In no hurry, he shoved the G-spot vibrator into Julio’s wet pussy.

Breathing hard, and moaning against her will, Julio whined, “No... Please, stop... I can’t... Take anymore...! Let me go...! Please...! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Jesus! Jesus!”

The mannequin found her G-spot, and switched on the vibrator.

Julio’s body came to life once more. Her back arched and her hips bucked and trembled.

Her tears rolled down her cheeks. Many unwilling moans escaped Julio’s open mouth.

Julio whimpered, “Oh fuck! Oh no! Oh shit! Stop! Stop! Please! Please! Oh, God! Oh, Christ! Oh crap! Oh fuck! Help me! Help! Someone help me! Oh fuck! No! Please! No!”

The mannequin turned off the vibrator. Two of its hands began massaging Julio’s feet and toes – they rubbed her heels, her arches and the joints of her toes.

As tears rolled down her cheeks, Julio panted to catch her breath.

“No...! Please...! Stop...! No more...! No more...! Oh fuck! Oh shit,” she moaned.

The mannequin switched the vibrator on again to abuse her tender G-spot.

Julio’s hips bucked and quivered, and her body had a tremendous spasm.

Another parade of illicit moans escaped Julio’s mouth, “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Jesus! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No! No! No! No! Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah! Oh! Oh! OOH!”

The mannequin switched off the vibrator, but continued massaging Julio’s feet.

Julio’s body trembled from the aftershock. She made an inhuman cry. Her breathing became heavier. She was in a sweaty state. She had lost track of the number of times she had reached orgasm. Her self-control was about to break into several pieces. Intrusive thoughts flowed through her mind. The part of her that wanted freedom grew quieter...

Her submissive side whispered, “Don’t fight it... Let this freak fuck you hard! When was the last time you fucked? You never felt so good in your whole life. Beg this freaky bastard to fuck you! Cry for it! Love him! Submit to him! You want him to fuck you!”

“No,” Julio cried out loud, her voice high and breaking, “no, please, no, no...!”

The mannequin knew what was happening, so it turned the G-spot vibrator back on.

Julio’s trembling hips bucked wildly again, and her body shuddered almost violently. She thrashed her head from side to side again, as her toes curled and her trembling hands made fists. Again, she moaned, loudly, “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The mannequin turned off the vibrator again, only to tease its little captive.

As a result, the voice of Julio’s reasoning was silenced. Replacing it was the inner submissive side that was buried deep inside her for years. The truth is that deep down, she had always wanted to be dominated, badly. This freakish mannequin had somehow unearthed it. Julio’s tears continued to roll down her face.

Julio’s submissive voice spoke, “He’s your key to getting off, Julio. You need to beg. You need to beg for him to make you come. Beg. Cry. Scream. Love him. Love him.”

Lips trembling, Julio softly spoke to the mannequin, “Please, Daddy, get me off... Please let me come, Daddy... I want to come... I’m sorry I called you names... I want it badly!” She was barely able to open her eyelids to see the mannequin. She licked her upper lip with her tongue, in the step of a snail, whimpering as she did. She breathed, “Please, fuck me!”

The mannequin turned the G-spot vibrator back in to abuse her G-spot.

Julio’s hips bucked wildly, her body trembled and she moaned obediently. It really felt like every single nerve in her body was being electrocuted.

Julio whined, “Oh...! Oh fuck...! Fuck...! Oh, baby...! Baby...! Shit...! I’m gonna...! I’m gonna...!” Her eyes shut tight, her hands balled into fists harder and her legs trembled. Her mouth opened wider, and she screamed, “... I’m...! I’m...! Come...! Come...! Coming...!”

Julio’s pussy finally squirted her orgasmic juices out like a fountain.

“Oh! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh crap! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Yes! Oh yes! Yes!”

Julio’s hips bucked and quivered, her body shuddered and she climaxed hard.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh crap! Oh, God! Fuck! Shit! Crap! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop...!”

The mannequin switched off the G-spot vibrator. It carefully pulled it out of Julio’s pussy, and it was completely coated in her cum. The mannequin rolled back to the table.

Julio lay in the sex chair: she panted, trembled and she groaned. Her body shivered from the aftershock of her climax. She smiled. She whined like a lamb, when she felt her clitoris and labia being rubbed. That foreign object was harder than a man’s dick.

The mannequin now wore a 3ft super dildo – it teased Julio.

Julio cried, “No...! Please...! Don’t tease me...! Fuck me...! Now...! Please!”

The mannequin obeyed: It gently shoved the 3ft super-dildo inside Julio’s wet and sticky pussy. It delved deeper and deeper – its girth stretching the inner walls of her pussy. It arrived at her posterior fornix in no time. He began to push back and forward, alternating his thrust velocity. The huge, super dildo penetrated her slit.

Julio sluggishly shook her head from side to side, as she struggled for breath and smiled gladly. Quivering wanton moans left her parted lips. Her toes curled and her tiny, trembling hands softly gripped the arms of the sex chair.

The mannequin fucked her harder, as Julio’s vagina tightened around its cock.

Julio’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her obedient moans had softened. She got caught up in a wave of multiple orgasms. Her defences were completely breached. Her legs pulled against the restraints – badly wanting to wrap around the torso of the mannequin, as she felt him penetrate her.

Like an obedient love slave, Julio chanted, “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! L-love me! L-love me! L-love me! Give it to me!”

The mannequin’s cock hit her posterior fornix hard, over and over.

Julio’s hips bucked and quivered again. More tears of joy flowed on her cheeks. Her open mouth released more song-like moans. Her body convulsed harder than before. She saw stars. She squeaked. She groaned. She prayed. She chanted. She cried.

The bucking of her hips increased in velocity. And she ejaculated harder than before; more than she could grasp. Her body abated. She breathed, “I love you...”

The mannequin stopped fucking Julio, when it realized she was out cold.

 

 

11.

 

Julio’s eyes started to open. She found herself still in the Sex-E-Heaven warehouse. She was still naked, and lying in the sex chair. However, she was let go. She tried to get up, but fell to the ground with a thud. She felt like one of those used sex dolls. Well, she loved it. She cried about how last night dug up something that she buried for many years.

Julio found her clothes and began to change slowly.

When she reached the office, she found her bag was there, and her picture was added to the Employee of the Month board. She also noticed she was given a holiday form – allowing her to have about 3-to-4 weeks off – and the mannequin that fucked her silly had left its right hand for her. Julio took the mannequin’s hand and departed.

 

 

12.

 

Julio finally got back to her place, and she drew herself a bubble bath. She sat naked in her bathtub – in the small bathroom with black floor tiles. Julio washed her body carefully, and put her head on the blue inflatable bath pillow. She laid her legs upward, and gripped the bathtub handles. She closed her eyes, smiling, and then waited patiently.

Julio soon felt the familiar feeling of two digits gently rubbing her clitoris.

Gripping the tub handles tight, Julio whined, “Take your time, honey!”

 

The End

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