Plasticene Fuck Me Boots

"Well, we gave her a chance," Jennifer announced. "Rocketgirl couldn't escape. Let's let her see what we've got in store for her next. Tracy?"

Tracy sat on Rocketgirl's torso. "Glll," Rocketgirl grunted at the weight on her chest. Using an eye dropper, Tracy squirted some acetone on the plasticene over Rocketgirl's eyes, then used a nail brush to spread it over the portion of the plasticene mask covering Rocketgirl's eyes. The plasticene bubbled and foamed where the acetone touched it. Rocketgirl could hear the chemical reaction but didn't know what was happening; the plasticene encasing her head shielded her from the strong smell of the acetone dissolving the plasticene over her eyes. Then suddenly she felt cool air on her eyelids. She fluttered her eyelids and was surprised and relieved that she could once again open her eyes.

But she still couldn't move her plasticene-encased torso, so all she could see were Tracy smiling down at her and a skewed perspective of other members of the sorority scrambling around the basement. She shifted her legs under Ms Kyoto's boots but quickly felt the weight of more girls sitting on her legs, pinning them to the stairs.

An instant later she yelped in pain as her calves were stung by needles. A cold sensation quickly spread through her legs from where they'd been stung. The weight of the girls and Ms Kyoto's books on her legs was lifted, but Rocketgirl's eyes widened in alarm as she realized she could no longer move her legs.

"That was a numbing agent," Jennifer said as a smiling Tracy stood up from Melissa's chest. Tracy and Bethany each took one of Melissa's shoulders and hauled her off the ground, carrying her back across the basement.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," Ms Kyoto added as she finished walking down the stairs and followed the group. "It's really remarkable to see her powerful, athletic legs just dangling there limply while you control her every move."

"Yes," Jennifer said as the girls hoisted Melissa up to sit on a plank of wood stretched between two kegs. "And it's about to get so much richer." She nodded and two pledges stepped forward, each carrying a thick leather boot mold. The boots had a sharply bent knee and seven-inch stiletto heels. Tracy tipped Rocketgirl's torso down so she could see inside the boots; they were filled with a clear liquid.

"What are you waiting for?" Jennifer said with a wicked grin. "Strap her in while she's still numb and the plasticene's still wet."

Oh no, the liquid inside the boot molds was more plasticene? Rocketgirl's eyes darted about in a panic and she mewled in objection as she felt the cool liquid climb up her legs as the boots rose. Soon her legs were nearly entirely enveloped by the boot molds, and the pledges strapped and buckled the molds tightly midway up her thighs. Her toes were pointed deep inside the boot molds, her calf muscles flexed against her will and her knees bent because she was seated on the wood plank. The numbing agent was still active, so she couldn't kick her legs or loosen the boot molds.

And she could feel the plasticene harden around her legs as it rose to room temperature.

After five anxious minutes, Melissa could feel her legs again. She squirmed, flexing her thighs as she attempted to shake loose of the boots, knowing it was a futile gesture.

"Ah, looks like the numbing agent has worn off," Jennifer said. "That'll mean the boots have set. Let's get the mold off her and see her gleaming, gorgeous, shiny plastic legs."

Tracy tipped Rocketgirl forward again so she could watch in horror as the pledges unstrapped the boot molds and smoothly, easily slid them off Melissa's plastic-coated legs. Rocketgirl tried to straighten her knees, wiggle her toes, or relax her straining calf muscles, all to no avail.

"Oh, your legs look positively radiant!" Jennifer squealed delightedly, clapping her hands with glee. "Stand her up, let's get a good look at her."

Tracy and Bethany raised Rocketgirl off the wooden plank and planted her with a resounding "click, click" on her new, pointy boots in the middle of the basement floor. With her hips and the tops of her thighs the only parts of her body remaining flexible and not imprisoned in plasticene, they tentatively tested a few postures before finding one that wouldn't throw her off balance.

Finally they released her and stepped away. For the first time in what felt like ages, Rocketgirl wasn't being physically assaulted or manhandled by the sorority sisters. But she was now a prisoner in her own body, able only to rotate her hips and fearful of doing even that lest she tumble to the ground with no way of getting up.

"Sisters of XTC, I present to you our own, life-size, nude, plastic Rocketgirl figurine," Jennifer announced. "We've got nine months til she gives birth. What shall we do with her in the meantime?"