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Winner Keeps The Prize Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-03-19 11:12:21 +0000 UTCAfter getting my nipples tickled and vag*ina parted all while pretending to be a mannequin in the middle of a crowded room I tried to calm myself down. Still can't help feeling frustrated from the toying done on my body but not yet reaching climax.
Just a recap. I volunteered for a modeling gig as a mannequin. I am also supposed to be the trophy for the winner of this figurine making tournament. Right now, I have a rod going up my an*s that is so high up, that it is actually supporting me and preventing me from moving off the platform that I am posing on. Just to add to the predicament, I am also posing as a mannequin in the middle of a crowded convention hall wearing nothing but skin tight latex with a mask over my head which gagged and blocked out all vision for me.
The latex suit on my body felt thin as I can feel the air conditioning in the hall almost as if I am naked. The lack of movement prevented me from feeling the latex on my skin emphasising the feeling of being naked. I tried my best to take my mind off that thought by trying to listen to what people around me are saying, hearing is the only sense I have remaining. Apart from the ultra sensitive sense of touch I suppose.
I heard some people commenting about the beautiful figurines on display and speculating on which one they think will be the winner this year. There also seem to be a number of people around me commenting about how nice this life size figure, which is what I am right now, will look in their bedroom as a decoration. I am only assuming, but from the sounds of it, there seems to be a line forming in front of me for people to take pictures with me. Haha, how cute, I wish I could have seen this sight though.
A loud announcement sounded all of a sudden. "Thank you everyone and welcome to the 21st world figure arts competition!". "We will now invite all our judges and contestants back on to the stage for the award presentation!". I cannot believe that I have already been posing as a mannequin for 2 hours. At least that was how long I was told that I would be waiting on the floor until the award ceremony begins.
The award ceremony progressed smoothly, starting from the bottom, the 5th prize was announced. And each time the winners name is called, there was a loud round of applause and the crowd cheered as the winner was asked to step forward to collect their prize. I just waited for the first to be named as that will be my queue to jump the winner. I just realised that the organiser had not briefed me on how exactly to jump the winner as I cannot see. What if I performed my scare facing in the wrong direction? Too late now for questions, I guess I'll just wait for my queue. Argh, I don't even know what my queue is.
The time came. "And the winner of the 21st World Figure Arts Competition is!....". The winner's name was call. It was some gentleman named Ted. "Presenting our winner! Ted! with the REALDOLFIE life size figurine canvas!" Oh what? I thought, if that is referring to me or some other life size figurine beside myself?
"Hurrgh!"
I felt a tight grab from both sides of my waist. Then I felt a push, the rod in my an*s prevented me from moving forward for a second, then the force on the wall of my an*s pulled the platform along with my body and I felt the platform which I am displayed on roll forward. "ouch" I thought... that hurt a bit.
A felt a second pair of hands placed on my butt pulling me away from the person pushing me. "Thank you so much haha! This is what I always wanted!" It was Ted receiving me from the judges!
This is my cue! I thought!
BOO! I screamed as I lunged forward! ... eh... what is happening...?
I thought I lunged forward... at least that was what I told my body to do. But my arms are still held firm in front of my tummy like a Grammy's award statue and my legs were still closed and standing straight!
I cannot move! I tried to jerk a little... I tried to jerk a little harder.... I tried to jerk really hard! And I started to panic but still could not understand what is going on.
I was forcing myself to move! Hnnng! Move dammit! as I thought to myself. My body is not doing anything! The inability to move felt hard to describe. It is neither feeling like I was bound by any external container nor did it felt like my body wasn't listening to me. I just could not move and I do not understand why.
I was so caught up with this shocking revelation that I did not notice that there is a hand on me, stroking my waist up and down. Argh! Is that Ted, stop taking advantage of me in this predicament! I thought to myself. What is the organiser doing? Is he also puzzled at why I did not perform as cued? He should be figuring this out and I'm going to apologise to him for not doing my role and explain to him that the weirdest thing happened and I cannot move!
Then Ted spoke. "Is the model really alright with this?" The organiser's voice then said. "Yes Ted, please enjoy yourself with her. She could not wait to volunteer for this role".
SHOCKED! What the hell is going on!? What do you mean enjoy yourself with me? Does he mean me or? What does he mean I volunteered?! I mean I volunteered to be a mannequin for a gig, but not as a... whatever sex toy of some champion?! I am starting to get really upset and angry at the same time. This was not part of the deal!
"I will keep the prize then!" said Ted
"OH MY GO...ARGH!" I was in the middle of a swearing thought when I felt a large grope on my right breast. The hand wrapped around my entire bosom and started kneading me like I am made from dough!
NNOOO!!! This is a nightmare! Please wake me up!
I struggled for what felt like hours on my platform before I was lifted and moved. I felt like a mental patient being wheeled into a prison cell somewhere. Then I was grabbed from the side of my ribs under my left bust and another hand slipped between my thighs and lifted up into what felt like a horizontal position. Argh, they are moving me!
"WAIT! do not carry her like that!" came a voice which sounded like the organiser.
"OH I'm sorry" said TED.
"If you remove her from the rod in her an*s she will become mobile again in 30 minutes. Please keep her attached to the platform while transporting her". Said the organiser
"WHAT! OH NOOO DAMMMNED!" I thought to myself, this was the one chance I could have managed to escape if Ted had not tried to do this while the organiser can see him. And I also learnt that I can be freed and... IT IS THIS PLATFORM THAT HAS DONE THIS TO ME?!
"She is wearing a suit filled with a type of medicine oil that hardens her body when she is put on this petrification stand". Said the organiser. "You can pose her in anyway you like and she will hold that pose permanently".
I cannot believe this is happening... I have really been turned into a figurine... against my will even!
Ted thanked the organiser and seem to be loading me on to a truck afterwards. The whole time my mind was just in a daze, blindfolded, impaled and immobilised. Time seem to went by in patches...
please help... I thought...
In the following weeks and months, I have been put into awkward and compromising poses no different from a posable toy.
Ted would molest me while I was trapped in a pose and fondle with my nipples and rubber lined vag*na. All of that made me come really hard the whole time unable to move. I felt so helpless. I wonder how much longer do I have to be trapped like this. I wonder if Ted would release me one day. I wonder if there is a term which he can keep me before breaking the law, a law which I am not even aware exists.
Today, I am posed in a kneeling position.
Facing upwards... Chest pointing outwards... exposing my sensitive nipples to the darkness in front of me.
As if waiting for for my reward or punishment which I have no idea which.
Please... somebody come save me... I cried out in my heart...
Comments
Pls release me from this figurine prison...
I will be your hero
Thisandstuff
Ooh yay, more of the "featureless" look~
