"Relax or it'll tear your ass, slave!" the man commanded.Lisa tried her best but she never had tried to control her ass before.The pain pierced throug... her body.The man forced the whole plug into Lisas small body with one extremely powerful push. Lisa collapsed on the floor as she heard the door shutting behind her.The pain just wouldn't stop. It felt like her ass teared from the inside out. Lisa passed out.----------------------------- Chapter Eight - Relieve, sort of.As Lisa woke up again the. " That's something then ... and have you seen anything of Amanda?" A little," she admitted slowly, "she was with her mum and they were both trying to be strong, each for the other," she smiled a little smile, as she pictured the mother and daughter together ... so much alike, and yet so very different."Marcus asked if you could call him, when you got the chance," she said as she stood up.Peter picked up the phone and began thumping in a number that he obviously knew very well."Hi Marcus, its. Killing him yourself would not have changed anything. You don’t have to redeem yourself.”“You’re right I suppose.”“Of course I am,” Anita answered archly. “Now, I’ll be attending the funeral as a friend of Harriet’s. I suggest you’ll attend it, too, to accompany me.”“Is that necessary?”“I think so. You won’t have that many chances to express your sympathy and regret to Harriet. She is in mourning, and she will have little or no social contacts in the next three months. The funeral will be the. I had confidence that I would be able to fulfil my new role in life as static window fitting, modelling the latest ladies fashions, with considerable success.The day came for the final moulding. The doctor said that I had to be fully conscious for this but I still wonder if that wasn't just another example of his sadistic tendencies.My torso and limbs were wrapped in the strong gauze that was to enmesh with the initial hard plastic coating which would form a shell around me, keep me restrained.