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Carnevil 2
Professor Grobyc’s Hall of Mannequins
By RogueFX
©Copyright 2020 – RogueFX – Used by Permission
Storycodes: F, Transform, Mannequin, Magic, Horror, cons, nc
Mist drifted through the trunks as the darkened path wound its way through the woods on the edge of town, eerily lit with the orange glow from the jack-o-lanterns hanging from the branches along the way.
Here and there garishly coloured posters hung from the trees, swaying in the slight breeze: ‘This way to Professor Grobyc’s Halloween Carnevil’.
In the distance light flickered and swirled through the branches. The sounds of haunting music, screams and laughter mixed with the rumbling, crashing, throbbing sounds of the Carnevil.
Helena walked with the others towards the light, cool mist driven on the night breeze stiffening her nipples through her thin black shirt.
She entered the gates to the sound of the Ring Master chanting…
“Welcome, Welcome, one and all, on this dark and dangerous night. When all the restless souls abound and mindless ghouls roam the land, when your deepest desires and darkest imaginings stir and form and break loose their chains to claw their way into the living world. Enter the world of the Carnevil, be amazed by the illusionists, shocked by the contortionists, bewildered by the hypnotists, and all the dark delights on show for you tonight.”
“But remember to leave before the clock strikes 13.”
Helena walked along the main path, gazing at all the booths lining it, their lurid colours muted by the cobwebs decorating their surfaces while jack-o-lanterns and glowing skulls illuminated the way. Ghouls, Vampires, Mummies walked among the towns people, stilt walkers in horrific clown makeup towered above them.
In the distance the big top dominated the Carnevil, while above the booths a rickety wooden roller coaster shuddered as the cars careered around it.
As she walked, she came across a most unusual roundabout. Men and women screamed as the horses whirled at breakneck speed, their eyes glowing an evil red while small flames snorted from their nostrils. ‘Hmm, maybe later’ she thought.
A sign on the next booth caught her eye, drawing her towards it. ‘The Hall of Mannequins.’
A sudden desire filled her, pulled her towards the sign and into the booth.
Stepping inside, she came face to face with a perfectly-formed and incredibly detailed female mannequin that stood in silent beauty. She posed with one hand reaching palm up towards anyone entering the booth, and the other bent at the elbow and held in front of her stomach. She was clad in a flowing white dress that was cut down to her waist, revealing her large, very firm breasts. The dress also had a slit in the side that exposed the long leg right up to the hip, showing off the fine mesh stockings it wore along with matching white high-heel shoes.
Helena was amazed at the detail of the mannequin, far beyond the quality of the usual ones she’d seen in the local boutiques. The glossy sheen of her skin wasn’t smooth, it had a texture, just like real skin. Helena couldn’t resist reaching out to run her fingers down the figure’s neck and then slipp them between the large breasts. The dress shifted, uncovering a nipple so intricately moulded Helena was astonished at the quality. She could be real if it wasn’t for the hairline joints that allowed her to be posed.
Helena moved on through the exhibits. Each in a different pose, different clothes, different colours. Some where alabaster white, others mahogany or deepest obsidian, but they were all so intricately cast. The males even had realistic stubble on some along with well-developed bulges.
She resisted the temptation to take a closer look at those.
As she delved deeper, the poses became more sensuous and the clothes more scanty until she reached the first naked mannequins.
Her gaze lingered first on the females ,marvelling at the details, the puckering of the skin about the very erect nipples, the individual hairs on their head, the incredibly realistic sex. One looked familiar, Helena was sure she had seen her and wondered when she had modelled this mannequin. She reached out to touch, to feel, to experience the sensation of her fingers on it. She ran her hand over a smooth hard breast, expecting it to feel cold, but it felt warm under her touch; almost as warm as her own, with a hard nipple pressing into her skin.
As she snatched her hand back, her eyes moved to the male mannequins. These weren’t like the ones that graced her local mall, not with those erections. She found herself grasping one in her hand, feeling the ribs and veins in her palm, but it was so smooth, polished. A frisson ran through her as she imagined how it would feel inside her, sliding back and forth.
She felt hot, wet. The feeling shocked her.
Quickly she pulled her hand away then moved further into this disturbing exhibition.
Helena gasped. The next mannequin was the most erotic yet. She was posed sitting on a white marble chair and wore a white lace dress that only increased the eroticism of the scene as it contrasted white the glossy black of her body. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy while one hand grasped her breast, a thumb pressing against the nipple. The other hand was between her legs, fingers plunged into her splayed labia.
Helena stared into the incredibly detailed face. She could almost feel the orgasm that filled the mannequin.
“Do you like her?”
Helena jumped at the sudden voice behind her and turned. “You startled me,”
“Sorry, I thought you would have heard me coming.”
Helena eyed the woman. Skin almost as white as unpainted porcelain contrasted with the dark red of her almost transparent dress. Her nipples and hairless sex could clearly be seen through the fine material.
“Do you like my creations?”
“Err, yes, they are very….umm,” Helena grasped at a word: “accurate.”
The woman smiled strangely at her. “I would have said, sensual, or possibly erotic.”
“I’m Vix,” she said holding a manicured hand.
“Helena, I’m Helena,” She stuttered, taking the proffered hand.
“You make these all yourself?”
That strange smile touched Vixs lips again, “In a way, but the subject usually chooses the pose.
“Why don’t I show you the rest of the exhibits?”
Suddenly unsure of herself, Helena said, “Yes, I’d like that”
The poses became more lewd as she moved deeper until the mannequins were joined in a still life of heated sex, faces contorted in ecstasy, stone hard cocks filling vaginas and mouths in never ending lust. She walked though them feeling a rising heat within herself at each new pose.
Vix guided her along with one fine white hand, holding her arm while gently rubbing her thumb along it. Each gentle touch was sending thrills through her.
“Would you like to see my latest creations” Vix whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” Helena said trying to control her breathing.
“Through here” Vix said, leading her through a barely visible side door.
Eight padded tables and stands were placed with the chamber that was revealed, illuminated by the flickering red light hanging from the ceiling.
Only one was occupied, by a very male mannequin.
He lay on one of the tables, his hips raised slightly from the surface thrusting his erect phallus into the air. Helena stepped forward touching the arms that were raised, hands splayed as if grasping.
She felt the shape of muscles in the arms, straining. The face looked in agony, every inch of the body under tremendous tension as if reaching the very peak of pleasure.
She looked at the thrusting phallus, strange desires running through her.
“You can touch it.”
Helena turned towards Vix, who took her hand in her own and slowly moved it up and down.
Vix kissed her lips, gently at first then more forcefully, her tongue running along Helena’s lips.
Helena responded hesitantly.
Still moving Helena’s hand Vix said,”You want to try it.” It wasn’t a question.
She took hold of the bottom of Helena’s black top and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. Before she could react to that she felt her bra slacken as Vix expertly flicked open the catch.
Cool hands cupped her breasts, kneaded them softly as her bra fell to the floor.
Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing increased, filling the cool hands.
They moved down to her waist, undoing her jeans.
Helena stared deep into Vix’s dark eyes, her hand still automatically stroking that cock. Her jeans and panties were sliding down her thighs, she stepped out of them. Vix kissed her mons, covered only by a single strip of blonde hair. Then moved up, kissing her belly button, both breasts, and finally her lips. She was turned around to face the platform. “climb on.” She did what she was told, positioning herself over the erection.
With a moan she slid down, letting it fill her. Vix’s hands pressed upon her back, pushing her forward until her breasts were cupped in the mannequin&;8217;s upthrust hands.
She worked herself up and down feeling the cock within her, harder than any human she had fucked. Vix kissed her shoulders, her neck, each kiss sending electrifying pulses through her.
Grinding harder against her mannequin lover, she felt an orgasm building. She moved harder, moaning as it approached. It was getting harder and harder to move, her joints felt stiff, but she needed to keep moving.
She felt herself pulled away from the hands that grasped her beasts.
Lifted off the erection she had impaled herself upon.
“That is not your pose.”
Vix handled her as if she weighed nothing, and placed her upon one of the pads. She draped over it, her legs spread wide, her arms touching the floor, her sex thrust up into the air.
Helena cried out as Vix’s mouth covered her sex, her tongue slipping between her hot slick labia.
Pleasure burst through her, hot lips closed upon her engorged clitoris.
She saw herself in a mirror hanging from the roof bars.
She saw Vix’s hands working her breasts, teasing her nipples. She saw her skin becoming lighter, shiny, glossy. The orgasms pulsed through her, each bigger than the last. She tried to move, but it was so hard. Her breasts no longer moved as Vix’s hard slid across them. They were solid, unmoving globes topped with hard plastic nipples but she could still feel every touch. Lines began to appear upon her skin at each joint, darkening, becoming mannequin joints. Her hair turned from blonde to a shiny metallic silver colour.
The most powerful orgasm yet blasted through her, frying her senses as the world plunged into darkness.
The world slowly came back into focus. She was standing facing another mirror, immobile. She wore a red mesh dress, just like Vix, and red stockings along with much higher heels than she was used to. Her skin had the same glossy look as all the other mannequins. Vix appeared behind her, wrapping her arms around her, and lifted Helena. She saw herself lifted off the stand that had held her in position. If she could have, she would have moaned at the sensation of the phallus-shaped top pulling out of her.
Sensations exploded through her as Vix kissed her lips.
“Follow me.”
Helena found that she could move slowly, and walked behind Vix.
“I’m keeping you all to myself. You’re much too beautiful to waste on the hicks around here.”
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