Lara Lake's Last Lament Part 2

 10/25

This is part 2 of a three part Mannequeen story. Part 3 will come later in the season and the entire Mannequeen series is in order on my index page.

“Isn't the Mannequeen supposed to be Detective Lake's case?” Detective Finn Collier asked as he continued to put up police tape around the upstairs bedroom in Wesley Tanner's mansion. The bodysuited figure of the house's owner was still writhing on the bed as they waited for backup to arrive.

“That's what I heard,” replied Detective Larsson from across the room, “but Vice have had their eye on Wesley Tanner for years on suspicion of sex trafficking. This could end up being an inter-departmental tug-of-war. From what I've heard, he might just have got what he deserved.” She opened the door to the en-suite and cried out in alarm. “Sweet Jesus?!

Detective Lara Lake was sat on a marble stool staring at her new bimbo-esque body in the bathroom's large mirror. She was blonde now, with huge full tits stuffed into a latex top. A throbbing resonating through the floor and into Lara’s bones. Her chest tightened, her hips shifted involuntarily, and a strange warmth pooled low in her belly. She tried to sit up, to reclaim her posture, but each movement felt heavier, more deliberate, and more… pleasurable. She tried to call out, to explain, but her voice just wouldn't come.

“Shh,” the Mannequeen's voice cooed inside her hesd. “You’re learning. You’re supposed to feel this.” Lara’s alarmed eyes darted to the two officers near the door. Their expressions were polite confusion—they assumed she was flustered, distracted, maybe even embarrassed. No one saw the subtle tremors running through her body, the flush creeping up her neck, the involuntary sway of her chest and hips. And yet, in this first stage, there was still a sharp edge of resistance—a fragile shard of Lara Lake that recognized what was happening. The officers outside would never understand. To them, she was just… embarrassing herself. But Lara knew the truth: she was a pawn, already in play, and every heartbeat was another step toward a fate she had once orchestrated for others.

She saw her reflection again, it caught her attention, and she froze. Even her eyes betrayed her—a hint of wildness, laced with longing and fear, shimmering behind the carefully blinked lashes. The transformation wasn’t complete, but it was unstoppable. She shivered, a tremor of anticipation, guilt, and arousal. With one final attempt Lara tried to communicate to the detectives and raised a hand to point at her mute throat wrapped in a twinkling choker.

“Does Wesley have a girlfriend living here?” Detective Collier asked his partner. “She seems to be intoxicated with something.”

“I have no idea,” Detective Larsson answered, “but I will get her processed.” She placed a gentle hand under Lara's arm and raised her to her feet on the high-heeled boots. “Let's go, sweetheart.”

“Relax,” the Mannequeen's voice whispered again in Lara's head as she was guided from the room by the female detective.“It’s only just begun.”

Season 8 Prologue - Lara Lake's Last Lament Part 1

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Starting out Season 8 with the Mannequeen

Each call out filled her with dread now. Each crackle of her police rover put a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach that this was it – the time that she would be made to finally lie in the bed she had made. That's why when Detective Lara Lake's radio came to life one shift and the dispatcher informed her of a possible Mannequeen incident in a mansion on the edge of town, she was instantly on edge. Was this where she would be made to pay for aiding and abetting the copycat that went by the moniker of the Cleaner.

The massive house was registered to a man called Wesley Tanner and when Lara discovered the moaning figure in one of the many upstairs bedrooms, she immediately knew two things; she had found Wesley, and this was indeed the work of the Mannequeen.

The woman on the bed wore only a skimpy underwear set and reeked of cum and perfume. Wesley groaned and looked up at Lara through eyes caked with heavy makeup as the detective drew her sidearm and looked around for signs of whoever had been ravaging the bodysuited Wesley – or worse still, the Mannequeen herself.

Entering the room, Lara had to bring her free hand to her mouth. What the hell was that perfume?! It was flowery and pungent like nothing she had ever smelled. And how much cum had been pumped into Wesley that she could still smell it in spite of the overpowering fragrance?! She entered the room and started to circle the perimeter, maintaining her back to the wall. The bimbofied tenant fixed her with his empty gaze and followed her position wordlessly, an ungodly blend of fear and lust—and she felt a premonition of her own future mirrored back at her.

The detective studied the used feminine creature and the bed covers tossed around her, all the while forcing herself not to choke on the fragrance. There was something missing, she realised? Where the hell was it?! The room spun, the walls seemed to close in just as the world she’d known had.

“Where is it?!” She raised her gun. “where's the tape-recorder?” She scowled as Welsey continued to stare at her with same blank expression. “Tell me where it is now!?” Panic was rising in her chest now. Something was wrong. There was always a tape – always a message to let the bodysuited victim know how screwed they were. Finally, the detective lost her patience. Holstering her weapon, she strode over to the bed and grabbed the figure by her bra-straps. “Where is the fucking tape..” she spluttered unable to speak as the perfume entered her lungs, overwhelming her, overpowering her. “Shit...” she gasped at last and fell unconscious onto the bed.

Tell Tale

This is a new caption for my Mannequeen series. The rest of the story is on my index page

It started with a call from one of her confidential informants – not a conversation but fifty seconds of breathing and frantic tapping. Detective Lara Lake knew something was wrong the moment she entered Harry Federici's putrid apartment. Nothing but silence and fear greeted her and her heart thudded in her chest as she inched inside, her gun drawn. She found Harry in the bathroom – or rather what had become of him. She recognised him by the panic in his eyes and she had no doubt her former snitch was the latest victim of the Mannequeen.

Harry was staring into the mirror at his new form, soft pink lips parted in terror and one hand grasping at his throat. He was naked but for panties and stockings, and large round breasts, indistinguishable from the real thing hung freely. Lara had seen this before in the Mannequeen's victims – the initial shock of waking to find a female body where theirs had once been. Panicked hands that touched and pinched at every inch of skin, desperately looking for a way out, disbelieving at how real it felt. She spotted the tape recorder next to the sink.

“Hello, Detective Lake. I want to play a game. I am so enjoying this cat and mouse set up we have going on that I decided to leave you a lump of cheese...my dearest rodent. Harry, your dearest CI has been permanently sealed up inside one of my state-of-the-art bodysuits...” The naked figure at the sink started to tremble violently. “You may also notice that I have taken away his ability to speak. The once loose lipped Harry Federici will never again utter a single word. That is because what he has to say is not important. It is what you do next, Detective that will speak volumes.”

Lara looked up. The informant has begun frantically clawing at his black silk panties. Somehow it had taken him this long to realise it was indeed a fully female bodysuit. “The choice is yours Detective. You can take Harry in as the latest but by no means greatest victim of the Mannequeen. He will be processed and questioned and your clods will as always try every futile means of freeing him from his new body. He may no longer be able to talk but there are other ways to communicate. I wonder how your colleagues will react when he tells them of our special little rivalry... Or, Harry can be left to embrace his new life as a silent, but very sexy, lady of the night. The choice is yours, Detective, choose wisely.”

The tape ended and Lara's eyes met with the terrified informant's. He had been ready to turn evidence against a powerful mob boss, but this encounter was a step too far for his nerves. She thought for a moment and then brought her phone to her ear. “Hey, you still got a contact for Don Fabio? Yeah, tell him I've found one of his girls. Doesn't seem to speak English. I'll text you the address.” She put the phone away and looked back at Harry one last time. “I wouldn't bother putting on clothes. You probably won't be needing them...”  

 

Quiet Mercy [COMMISSION]

 A commission for DeviantArt and also one of my Mannequeen captions - the rest of which are available on my index page

The fall air was chilly in spite of the bright morning sunshine. Jamie shivered and scrunched his eyes as both lulled him from slumber. His head-ached and his body was heavy as he slowly became aware he was lying on a low wall. He couldn't recall why he would be sleeping in such an uncomfortable place – especially the night before his favorite day of the year. 

The Expo!! He was suddenly wide awake and tried to sit, but something heavy seemed to be stuck to his back. He attempted to turn to see what it was, but the objects turned with him. More alarmingly, another weight swung at his chest, causing him to look down and catch his breath at the sight of two trembling breasts. It didn't take much longer to realise the weight on his back was a huge set of Valkyrie wings. They were clearly part of a costume, but the breasts felt as real as could be. Panicked, he tried to scream, but his throat seemed completely frozen. Shaking with fear, he looked around him for a clue to what was going on. A small tape recorder sat on the wall next to him. With quivering hands, he pressed 'play'.

“Hello Jamie. I want to play a game. For the past five years you have used the G3 Expo as your personal playground of perversion. You have used and abused female convention goers and cosplayers – using the crowds to camouflage your wandering hands and camera lens. You have groped and shot upskirt photos of countless young women and then bragged about it to your online band of creeps. Well, not this year. You will notice that for the first time in the last five years, you too are in costume. 'Mercy' is the ultimate field medic and you too will need to apply some tender loving care if you want any other kind of mercy. I have fitted you with a state-of-the-art female bodysuit that has been programmed to bind with your skin permanently when the Expo closes at 7pm tonight. That is unless you manage to trigger the fail-safe. What is that you ask? Well, you don't because you may have noticed I have also disabled your ability to speak. That is simply to make sure you remain focussed on your task. You see, the most tender holes of your bodysuit have been specially designed to absorb ejaculate. In order to unlock your suit, you will need one load for every upskirt photograph you have ever posted on your blog. In case you've lost count, that's 246. Good luck, Jamie, you've got a lot of fucking to do. You are going to fit a lot of guys like a glove, or that bodysuit is going to fit you like a glove...forever!”

Jamie again tried to scream but once again no sound came out. It was at that moment he realised where he was. Across the plaza stood the convention center and already a long line was forming for entrance to the expo. He stood and began shuffling towards its in a pair of uncomfortable sandals. He stared at the dozens of Deadpools, Jokers and Lokis ahead of him and his skin prickled. His bodysuit prickled, he realised with dread. If it was this sensitive...that realistic in response to his fear, how was it going to feel when 246 men in costume took turns on him for an entire day? And how would he tell them if it got too much...?

What if...Aiko was the Mannequeen?

So, no Flashback Friday, but what about a What If Wednesday? If Marvel can do it so can I...I think - not totally sure on the copyright... Anyway, hope you like and obviously this isn't canon...

zoli

“Wakey, wakey, sleepy head! Rise and shine!!”

Andy blinked awake and his eyes darted to the tiny Asian girl sitting across the room behind what looked like an elaborate tea party complete with brightly coloured cupcakes and other sweet treats. Confused, he sat up and became instantly aware of the extra weight jiggling on his chest. A pair of large round breasts bounced inside a frilly aproned dress and parted two thick braids of hair that seemed to be hanging from his head. His lips opened in horror and he rose from his seat, almost tripping on the heels housing his stockinged feet.

“What the hell have you done to me?” He fought to repress a scream. Even still, the curves of his new body quivered with fear and rage and the hem of his short skirt rocked on his ample hips as he tried to balance. With every movement of his soft feminine skin, an electricity rippled through him – an itch, a craving...a need!! The girl in front of him remained demurely silent and and memories flashed through his head. Just fractures – meeting a girl on the subway, her saying she was from Japan, offering him a donut, then...nothing... But that donut, those flavors...out of this world. In his jumbled thoughts one thing became clear. That donut was the source of the fiery urges racing through this alien body he found himself occupying.

“Calm down, Sugar!” The girl adjusted her pleated skirt and smiled sweetly. “I haven't done anything to you. It is just a bodysuit. Though a totally adorable one if I do say so myself. I can absolutely remove it for you...” She watched Andy's heaving chest slow with relief, “...as long as you don't make me mad.” She wrinkled her nose in mock anger as Andy's eyes went wide. “That donut I gave you on the subway didn't just contain some pretty potent sleep serum but it was also topped with sprinkles of my delicious and completely irresistible candy.” She stopped to watch the boy's knees knocking together giddily – the bows on the garters shaking in unison. “I see you can already feel HOW irresistible. But...” she waved her finger as if she was addressing a small child, “you're going to have to be a big girl and control yourself. Every treat in this room contains those same sprinkles but this is for my tea party and so you absolutely mustn't touch. Otherwise, I will be very upset. And if you make me upset, I will activate the lock and the bodysuit will stick to your skin forever. You'll be a good little girl for Aiko, right?”

Andy stared in disbelief at the girl smiling maniacally at him and then around the room and all the confectionery it housed. His whole body was trembling and raging with desire. His hypersensitive skin could feel every stitch of the panties squeezing his ass even through the bodysuit and he struggled to arrange his thoughts coherently. He was rapidly becoming a slobbering needful mess and the girl in front of him was quietly enjoying the whole prissy show. He needed to scratch the itch and the world felt dreamlike as he picked up a tray of donuts and held one up to his face. The hole framed his captor looking back with glee, knowing Andy was helpless but to push it into his cute little mouth...

Harbinger

 25/25

This is from my Mannequeen series. The rest of the captions are listed in my index page.

I hope you enjoyed this set. I need a bit of a break as I am really burned out and some time to figure out how I am going to present my stories going forward. I hope to continue with Flashback Fridays in the meantime but I am away for most of next week so they might not start until the Friday after. I have about five or six captions ready for the next batch but as I mentioned before I may start posting my longer stories as and when they are ready and leave the seasons for standalones.

I really want to do a longer Aiko story soon and I think the Mannequeen vs Lara Lake story needs wrapping up. I also want to write about the Pink n Prissy Collective's revenge plot on Kirsten, continue building on the Emporium of Fun and Folly and the Bimbo Note, and possibly bring back some old friends...

 First things first, I need a rest...

zoli

“This has got the Mannequeen written all over it,” the young police officer greeted Detective Lara Lake as she entered the crime scene. “We were called to an apparent disturbance and found this one being pummelled...and I mean pummelled...” he paused to make some crude gestures with his fingers and thumbs, “...by five guys.” He nodded to the busty figure knelt by the fireplace with long dark hair dressed in nothing but a slingshot bikini. “She...he says his name is Tino – some kind of mafia big shot. The other guys being questioned in the other room by my partner are supposedly his associates...but who know... You, okay Detective?”

Lara Lake was far from okay. The expensively furnished room spun around her and the walls seemed to be closing in just as the ones in her life were. The Mannequeen had kidnapped her brother and fiance and turned them into permanent buxom bodysuited imitations of their former selves and she knew it was just a matter of time before she was at one of these crimescenes in an entirely different role.

“Hey,” the policeman shouted and Lara nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked up and realising he was talking to the bimbo in the corner, who had started to make a curious soft whining sound. Lara looked into her eyes and saw raw desperation – an ungodly blend of fear and lust. She gulped as if seeing a sneak preview of her own future. “I said stop it!” The cop barked again. “One more peep and I will throw you back in with your friends and we'll see what noises you make then...”

“Tape recorder?” Lara croaked from a dry throat.

“Here,” the policeman held out a small black device, “we haven't listened to it yet...he looked into her eyes, “it was addressed to you.” Lara went cold. She thanked the office before shuffling out of the room and pressing 'play'.

“Hello Lara. Welcome to my game. I hope you like my latest pawn. Tino was a bad man and I am sure he'll make an even badder girl. You'll note that I broke my golden rule. I didn't give him a chance of salvation. I wanted you to understand what awaits you. Don't worry, he more than deserved it. Just like you deserve what's coming to you. Tino's bodysuit is calibrated so that he will never have enough pleasure regardless of how much he puts his new body about – an insatiability I'm sure his family business will turn into great profit. He has no way out of his horny prison. Just as you have no way out. See you soon Detective...”

“Detective?!” Lara dropped the tape player in fright. It was just the cop checking on her. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” she tried to compose herself, “it's just a prank.” She pointed at the mobster-cum-bimbo, “release him...errr....her. If she wants to get her brains fucked out, that's no business of ours. We've got bigger fish to fry...”

Shivers

 17/25

This is a Mannequeen caption. The rest of the story is on the inbox page

The first thing to puncture Austin's waking mind was the cold. The second and third things were the fleshy globes on his chest held in by the shiny latex dress. He was shaking even before the fear gripped him and he sat up slowly to find himself in the snow in a neglected part of town. To say he 'found himself' would not be quite accurate. What he actually found was a buxom beauty in a skin tight dress, elbow length vinyl gloves, high heels and little else. A tape recorder rested near his hand and already fearing the worst, he pushed 'play' with his shivering manicured fingers.

“Hello Austin. I want to play a game. They say you can't choose your family, but you can choose your friends. You can certainly choose your fiancee. Austin, I think you need to start making better choices. Detective Lara Lake and her partner, the Cleaner, may have turned me into a sex craving abomination but I am going to enjoy my revenge more than any pleasure an orgasm could provide. Speaking of...you have been fitted with a state-of-the-art female bodysuit that will bond to your skin in fifteen minutes unless you can show me you are dramatically improved at finding a partner. The bodysuit contains a temperature sensor that will unlock your prison if you can get hot and bothered enough. You may have noticed it is a bit chilly today but I am sure with my motivation, you can find some fire in your loins. Good luck Austin. You have fifteen minutes.”

The tape recorder fell from Austin's hand as panic seized his body. A million thoughts zipped around his head. First of all the sheer disbelief that this sublime body he could now call his own was a bodysuit. It felt so real, even down to the gooseflesh on his arms. Second of all the confusion of what he had just heard about Lara. Hadn't she been the one that caught the Cleaner? The tape had made it sound like she was some kind of supervillain. A feeling of betrayal stirred with the discomfort in his stomach.

Austin folded his gloved hands around his ample breasts and looked around desperately. All the buildings were boarded up and the abandoned cars dumped by the curb promised little heat. He tried to run on the spot for warmth but was sent sprawling into a snowdrift on his six-inch heels. Sitting up for the second time, he rubbed a slender ankle and searched for inspiration. If he got out of this, he was going to make Lara pay. A flickering at the end of the block caught Austin's eye. Was that fire? He stumbled to his feet and hobbled towards it. A garbage can was spitting out orange flames and for the first time in his ordeal he felt hope.

“Well, well, well...what do we have here?” Austin's attention was snatched by the five vagrants gathered around the fire. “Looking for someone to warm you up?” The biggest man stepped in front of the can rubbing his hands. Austin looked from man to man, knowing he had about five minutes left, and realised he would probably need all of them to get hot enough.

Reconstructed

 9/25

This is the newest caption to my Mannequeen series. The rest are on my index page

Lloyd Lake awoke in the seat of his excavator. The first rays of sunlight were just starting to peek over the horizon and bathed the construction site in a warm morning glow. Groggy, he glanced at his reflection in the vehicle's mirror and almost fell to the ground eight feet below. A delicate female face gaped back at him, pretty features curtained with soft blonde hair. He searched himself only to find a curvy body clad in shiny latex where his own gruff exterior would usually have been. Just as he was reaching a fevered panic, the radio on his dashboard began to play and a syrupy voice treacled out.

“Hello, Lloyd. I want to play a game. As much as it would please me no end to torture you for no other reason than being the brother of the treacherous Detective Lara Lake, I have a code to uphold. Fortunately...for me, you fit that code like you fit that sexy rubber outfit you're wearing. For the last six months, and I dare say your entire career, you and your co-workers have tormented every young lady that has passed your construction site with unsolicited comments, requests and cat calls. Well, Lloyd, it's time to see how you like being the cat. You have been fitted with a state-of-the-art female bodysuit that in one hour will bond to your skin forever unless it is unlocked. The key is hidden somewhere on site and to find it you will need to use your gut. You will see what I mean. Just follow what feels good. You have one hour...”

Lloyd was shaking with terror long before the voice ended but now he was almost hyperventilating. He struggled down the vehicle's steps on his ridiculous heels and gazed around the construction yard hopelessly. Finding a key would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. He took a small step left and stopped suddenly as a soft thrum began in his backside. In his initial shock, he hadn't noticed the full feeling in his stomach but now the vibrating buttplug had made its presence impossible to ignore. He stepped back and the buzz subsided. I have to embrace it if I don't want to be stuck as a bimbo forever, he realised in horror as a morning chill brought out goosepimples on his exposed buttcheeks.

Twenty minutes later and Lloyd was praying he was getting close. Through trial and error he had managed to consistently increase the intensity of the vibrations and now it was steadily jackhammering in his ass. He moaned softly as the pounding began to affect him in other ways. Oh God, he had never felt so horny in his life and with every step it got more frantic, more unbearable. His loins felt ready to burst. Looking ahead, he trembled as it became apparent where he was being lead. The trailer used as a yard office loomed in front of him and it was full of his co-workers getting ready for a days work. Panting, he approached, barely able to stand as the waves of pleasure washed over him. As the first worker came out of the building he could hardly remember what he had come here for.

“Hey, boys! Get out here!” The uniformed man removed his hardhat and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “This young lady looks set to burst. What do you say we give her a good drilling to relieve some pressure?!”

Season 5 Prologue (Wrath of the Mannequeen)

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Hola!

I am back at last and with 25 new captions plus today's teaser. Thank you for all the kind messages over the past couple of months. They have been an inspiration.

As I said before, I am going to post new caps every two days this time. It will give me time to work on new stories and considering I only have one left to finish for this season, it should allow me to resume posting fairly quickly after this batch is online.

We kick things off with the Mannequeen and her plotting. This story has been going quite a while so the entire saga is on my series index page.

Zoli

The shadows weren't so dark any more. They weren't as deep and didn't grant anything like the anonymity they once had. The mousy yet genius engineer with a penchant for wool-knit sweaters and punishing deserving men with humiliating and sometimes permanent female bodysuits was gone. Now locked inside a voluptuous bodysuit of her own, Hayley no longer had the privilege of keeping her life separate from that of her vigilante alter-ego, the Mannequeen.

Sticking close to the wall inside the subway station, she observed the late evening crowds passing by and tried to block out the eternal thrum of pleasure from the stimulation features built into her bodysuit. With the help of a specially crafted latex catsuit that massaged her pleasure points gently, she was able to bear the constant euphoria and avoid the otherwise inevitable descent into a life as a drooling never-ending orgasm machine, but it didn't help making her any less noticeable.

Three figures in particular caught her eye – a woman and two men. Detective Lara Lake and her companions stopped at the turnstile to the downtown platform and began to make their goodbyes. The Mannequeen glared at her from the shadows. The Detective was a puppet for the copycat known as the Cleaner, but she was a dangerous one. The Cleaner had trapped the Mannequeen in her eternal bimbo prison but Lara had been helping Hayley's nemesis trap her suspicious fellow detectives in their own versions of hell. Undeserving victims – against everything the Mannequeen stood for – even now. Still, there were many types of guilt – guilt by association for one...

The two men were Lara Lake's fiance and her brother. They were finishing shaking hands and the brother was getting ready to leave the couple to their trip home. The Mannequeen smiled. They would be the appetisers to her revenge. She savoured every affectionate glance Lara gave them, knowing that the next time she saw them, they would be looking very different. Detective Lara Lake would first be broken and then she would be punished. The Mannequeen's heart thudded in her chest with the fantasies of how she would ruin this traitorous, scheming she-devil. It would be glorious...triumphant.

The Mannequeen rocked back on her heels as Lara Lake disappeared down the moving stairway. Her mouth was dry but she was wet between her legs from thinking about her delicious revenge, and her scouting complete, she collapsed against the wall and allowed herself to succumb to the ecstasy.  

The Thin Blue Line vs. the Fat Pink Cock Part 2

 18/25

Detective Ron Cosby slowly woke in the hotel room he had been using to lay low. Two detectives, Chase Hargreaves and Alan Graham had recently gone missing and Chase at least he was sure was the work of the Cleaner. Everyone that looked into the Cleaner ever since the disappearance of Rocky Law three years ago just vanished. Everyone who didn't buy the line that the vigilante was in super max ended up missing and he wasn't about to be another notch on that sadistic maid's bedpost.

“Hello Detective Cosby,” a strong feminine voice snapped him awake. He tried to sit up and couldn't. He realised his arms were secured behind his back and when he tried to cry out in panic, his scream was stifled by a large ball-gag. Rolling over, he saw that the voice was coming from a tape recorder on the hotel room desk. “I want to play a game. For too long, Detective, you have been flapping your gums, talking to anyone who would listen about how the Cleaner was still out there. Well, guess what, Detective? I am. And now it's time to silence those pretty little lips. You have been fitted with a state-of-the-art female bodysuit that will bind to your skin forever in thirty minutes unless you say the magic word. That word is...ooops, I can't say it can I? Well, let's just say it's a part of the male anatomy that also happens to be an old word for a Detective. You will also notice you have been fitted with a few extra toys so I suppose you will need to get someone else to say it. Good luck, Detective. You have thirty minutes.”

Ron gave out a muffled scream of panic and rolled off the bed, falling hard on a pair of large breasts that were tender from some kind of bondage patties. Getting to his feet clumsily, he scrambled to the door and managed to turn the handle with a latex-stockinged leg. He burst through and knocked his head on the door across the hall. A few moments passed and a large shaven haired grunt of a man opened it.

“Well, hello there,” he grinned, “what can I do for you?” Ron felt his fat lips slobbering on the gag . DICK! He had to say dick! Or at least get this goon to say it. He nodded awkwardly towards the man's groin, but all he got was a confused eyebrow raise. In frustration, he fell to his knees and jutted his chin desperately at the guy's crotch. “COCK!?” The man flashed his teeth. “You want my cock! My schlong! My Johnson! My shaft! Oh maiden, you want my mighty sexchalibur?!”

Detective Ron Cosby groaned in exasperation. This was pointless. He backed away from the hungry eyed man and began to stumble down the hall. Like an angel from the heavens, a familiar face appeared. Someone who would understand. Someone who could help. He fell to his knees once more at her mercy, his chest heaving beneath large fleshy globes, so she could remove his gag and he could utter that magic word.

“Aren't you just the perfect little slut, Detective?” Lara Lake felt a dampness in her own panties watching the terrified realisation in the eyes of her former colleague. “You have something to say? Maybe a little later. First let's see what this nice man you've been leading on wants.” In a flash she attached a chain to the collar around her prisoner's neck and began to tug him on his knees back the way he came.

The Thin Blue Line Vs. The Fat Pink Cock Part 1

 17/25

All the caps from the Mannequeen series are on my index page

Detective Lara Lake tried the apartment door and was surprised to find it unlocked. It wasn't like a fellow cop to be so sloppy. She slipped inside quickly and closed it behind her. The sound of running water filled the cramped living space and steam billowed from beneath a door to her left. Strange, she thought, not expecting her fellow detective, Chase Hargreaves to be in any condition to be showering. A second of doubt lingered. Had the Cleaner really not got the job done? Curiosity took over and she pushed her way into the humid bathroom. Seeing the dildo stuck to the glass shower wall, she instantly understood and took a moment to observe the curvy naked figure inside writhing desperately under the makeshift lubricant of the hot water before picking up the tape recorder lying on the floor and pressing play.

“You should have left it alone Chase,” she called over the thrum of the shower as the strong confident female voice on the tape began. Lara Lake smiled. The Cleaner had really grown into her role over the last three years. Long gone were the days of being just an awkward Mannequeen copycat. She fell silent to appreciate the message that had changed Detective Chase Hargreaves' life forever.

'Hello Detective Hargreaves. I want to play a game. For a too long now, you and your partner, Detective Ron Cosby, have refused to let sleeping dogs lie. You have refused to accept that the pathetic orgasm-riddled little creature currently serving time in state prison is the vigilante known as the Cleaner. You have alleged that the real Cleaner is still out there carrying out her justice as she sees fit and that there is a mole on your own police force helping her. Well, Detective, congratulations. You are 100% correct. How does it feel? Well, perhaps I can help explain. You have been placed in a state-of-the-art female bodysuit that will in two hours lock and bind to your skin forever unless you can unlock it first. The locking mechanism lies deep in one of the suit's three orifices. I just can't seem to remember which one. Silly me. It's a good thing you seem to be so good at poking into holes you shouldn't, right? I am sure you'll figure it out. I will even give you a hand, well, an appendage anyway. Also, I have added some 'urges' to your bodysuit to give you a bit of extra encouragement. Good luck, Detective. You have two hours.”

Lara Lake smirked and pressed stop. Suddenly, a delicate feminine face slammed against the steamy glass swallowing the Cleaner's pink rubber gift right to the hilt. Wild, desperate eyes stared down at her and she winked back.

“Better luck next time,” she grinned as her colleague continued to plunge his new face against the glass. “Sounds like the next attempt might be a bit more fun,” she held up the tape recorder like a champagne glass and got ready to enjoy the show. Detective Chase Hargreaves could ram every hole in his tight little body and that bodysuit would never unlock. The Cleaner would never take that risk. His fate was sealed as tightly at Rocky Law's. She just needed to decide what to do with him once he realised that.

The Betrayal of Lara Lake Part 4

The Betrayal of Lara Lake Part 3

The Betrayal of Lara Lake Part 2

The Betrayal of Lara Lake Part 1

Jailbird

And we conclude my first season of captions with one more installment from the Mannequeen.... Hopefully you'll be pleased to know that I've already written 11 captions for my next set, which will be entitled 'Mutiny!' and will center around the theme of betrayal. I am not as far along as I had hoped due to having to reupload my DA caps one by one but I think I will have season 2 ready to go live by the end of July. Thanks very much to everyone who read my captions and a special thanks to those who took the time to leave nice comments. Zoli

D'ya Even Lift, Sis?

Crossing the Line

Okay, so first of all...this is a continuation of my Mannequeen series so if you need to get up to speed, check out the previous ones on my 'series' page.

Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, as of last night DeviantArt have taken down all my captions from my page. I'm not mad/upset because I knew the deal all along, but from now on this will be my primary place of posting new captions. To anyone who has followed my link here from DA, welcome and I hope you continue reading my caps. I will try to put a lot more focus on making this site as great and fun as it can possibly be and giving much more attention to the kind comments people leave me. Im also pondering the possibility of setting up a shared Dropbox folder where people will be able to download my caps in the original formal and quality but that might take a while because I will be getting a new laptop very soon and I may wait until after then. Either way it will be a place to post captions that 'the man' can never touch. Hmmmm....'the man' sounds like a great antagonist for a tg series now that I think of it...

Zoli

In Deep Part 2

In Deep Part 1