Melody - Sex Stories

Melody

... most reluctant females in a single action. She stared in disbelief as I took it and slid the guide down the V of her dress between her bulging breasts and started to cut, "No," she wailed but first her red dress and then her bra fell aside and as the tool picked up on her panties, they started to pull down revealing her neglected tangled mess of pubic hair, and then she just stood in her flat shoes and short white socks with her dirty white panties around her ankles. She tried to hide her pubes with her free hand but whatever she was thinking I found her rather off putting. She screamed, a beautiful high soprano scream, high B natural, I wanted to ask if she did any classical singing but I figured it probably wasn't the right time or place. I took a wide soft leather collar from a drawer and slipped it around her neck then I grabbed her free wrist and placed a wide leather cuff around it and clipped it to her collar to stop her lashing out and still she yelled out uselessly into the soundproofed basement. Moffat secured slipped a cuff onto her other wrist and clipped it to her collar and guided her to the chair, she stared in horror and the scream died on her lips as he pushed her firmly down into the cheap plastic seat. I selected an elasticated neophrene diaphragm "If you would like to slip this on" and I took the near one yard diameter disc with the small elasticated head hole and forced the clear neophrene disc over her. "Stop struggling, it's for your protection!" I ...

... warned her as I pulled the elasticated centre section down over her and spread it evenly to cover her from just below the breasts to the top of her untidy pubic hair, "These cost two thousand dollars!" I told her as I spread it out around her and put the support in place behind her to make sure it stayed level. "Rape!" she squealed. "No, thank you, not today" I demurred. I started to pull the barrel down, it came down smoothly over her head, hiding her horrified expression and cleared her shoulders with an inch or two to spare. I locked it in position and took a a hot wire cutter from a drawer and sliced off the back of the cheap plastic chair to allow the barrel to slide right down. I pulled the barrel further down, sliding down over her breasts sliding smoothly down guided by its guide pole off to the side and gradually revealing her face and neck and then her breasts, finally coming to rest against the diaphragm resting on her upper thighs, I raised the Barrel slightly and smeared quick drying cement round the join to form a watertight seal before I lowered the barrel again and locked it in position. I was rather proud of the locks as I had designed them myself in engineering class at school! "Is the mixture ready?" I asked Moffat as I saw he was in position at mixing controls. "Three minutes sir, I'll heat it slightly I think, It will be more palatable for the young lady." "Yes, of course, I'll attach the wings." I said, and glued two vertical diaphragms which we called wings ...