“Sareena dear, how are you?” Aunt Nora greeted as Sareena opened the door. The woman standing outside was the image of class and style. Standing at almost six feet, Nora’s pale skin was flawlessly smooth and radiant. Sareena quietly marveled at her aunt’s ability to blend her makeup so perfectly it almost looked as if she wasn’t wearing any at all. Her eyes hid behind square framed sunglasses that were probably worth more than most homes, and a large sun hat perched on her elegant head, leaning in a way that exposed a fancy, curling half up-do.
“Aunt Nora, it’s been so long,” Sareena stepped forward for a hug.
Nora held out her hand with her palm out. “No hugs darling, everything is perfectly in place,” Nora responded, her voice and tone somehow making the refusal flattering. She waved with her hand as if presenting herself for the consideration of a judge at a beauty contest.
“Oh yeah, of course,” Sareena responded quietly, eyeing her aunt up and down. The older woman’s perfectly pressed, wrinkleless off-white dress was the peak of high fashion. It cut off around the woman’s knees and kind of curled its way up her body, ending with a left sleeve and an angular shoulder pad. Nora’s right shoulder was left bare by the dress, though her modesty was kept intact by the high neckline.
Before she could invite her aunt inside, Sareena’s attention turned to a scramble of thumps and heavy steps behind her, announcing the not-so-elegant arrival of her sister. Both of the women turned at Lilith’s approach, watching with a small, amused smirk, like they were watching a puppy running to its food dish.
“Aunt Nora! I meant to… I mean I was going to…” an out-of-breath Lilith stammered as she tried desperately to regain her composure after her less-than-graceful entrance as beads of sweat formed on her bald head.
“Oh, it’s YOU,” Nora said in an even tone that was somehow more cutting than the most obscene insult. “And wearing THAT.” The older woman looked Lilith up and down, clearly not impressed by her black and red latex outfit.
“But auntie,” Sareena started, wincing at accidentally reverting to using their childhood name for her, “You designed this… It’s from your Noir collection.”
Nora Huffed. “I am the world’s finest artist and fashion designer, OF COURSE I recognize my work,” Nora was clearly not impressed with Lilith. “But I designed that LAST YEAR, no self-respecting fashionista would be caught DEAD wearing it now.” While she spoke, she waved her hand dismissively, as if waving off a persistent child.
Lilith’s eyes went to the ground and her hands moved to cover up her body, now feeling utterly ashamed at her attempt to impress their world-renowned aunt. She also became very aware of the sweat now running down her face, but refused to draw attention to it by wiping it away for fear of further reprisal from the powerful woman before her.
“AND it was never meant for a woman with your…” Nora glanced down at Lilith’s crotch, where the outline of her rather large cock could be very clearly seen straining the material of her clothing. “...Equipment,” Nora finished her thought with a flourish of her fingers.
Sareena chuckled, thoroughly enjoying watching her aunt run down her twin sister.
“Would you like to come in, Aunt Nora?” Sareena said after a purposeful pause to let Lilith stew in her humiliation.
“Oh no, I can’t stay darling,” Nora started. “I am sure you are both well aware that I have a gallery showing at the end of the month. It's for my newest Solitary fashion line,” Nora explained. “And I am in need of both of you.”
Lilith perked up, excited and nervous at the prospect of working with such a powerful woman. Her previous embarrassments forgotten at the prospect of getting in Nora’s good graces. Sareena glanced over at her sister, smirking at her obvious puppy-dog like excitement.
“What do you need?” Sareena asked calmly as Lilith struggled to find words.
“Well for you darling, I need someone to walk the floor,” Nora addressed Sareena directly. “Photography is strictly forbidden, and I need your eyes to make sure no one is trying to sneak a picture. I would provide your dress of course, it would be a great way to showcase some of my best work.”
“What about me, what do you need from me?” Lilith blurted, the words bursting out of her mouth like air from a popped balloon. “Can I walk the floor?” Lilith could barely contain her excitement at the thought of potentially wearing her aunt’s designs.
“Oh. No,” Nora said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disappointment at the thought that Lilith of all people was worthy of such an honor. “I have something specifically picked out for someone with your… build.”
Lilith deflated at the news, but tried her best to remain stoic. If Lilith suffered through whatever Nora had in mind for her, then just maybe next time she could be the star of one of her shows. Sareena could read her like a book and watched that whole line of thinking play out on her sister’s face.
“Meet me at my workshop tomorrow morning,” Nora said. “We have a lot of work to do to get both of you ready for the most important tasks of your lives.”
Lilith’s expression wrinkled. What did her aunt have in store for her? Why would she tell Sareena what her job was and forget about Lilith? She was so caught in her own head that she barely noticed Nora returning to the limo that she arrived in.
“But, but. What does she want me to do?” Lilith turned to her sister with sad eyes.
Sareena just laughed. “We’ll see tomorrow I guess.” She walked off with her back held straight, an air of superiority surrounding her…
—At the workshop—
“Okay, Lilith, I need you to lay down on this table for me,” Nora explained, standing in front of a large workshop table. The table consisted of a large metal surface with metal barriers blocking off a section five feet wide by eight feet tall. The barriers were around two inches thick, making a five foot by eight foot by two inch “mold” in the table top.
Lilith was having trouble paying attention, as she was still adjusting to the skin-tight black latex outfit Nora had her wearing. It covered every inch of her body, from her individual toes all the way to her head. It even covered her nostrils, and had clear plastic inserts over her eyes. The latex conformed to both breasts individually and had a separate sleeve for her cock. It was the same effect as if someone spray-painted her entire body in the thin material.
The workshop was pretty busy, and Lilith couldn't help but be a little self-conscious walking past all the workers looking like this.
“Well don’t keep her waiting, hop on up there,” Sareena echoed, clearly enjoying watching her sister squirm in the unknown.
Lilith snapped back to reality and jumped up on the table, laying on her back in the center of the sectioned-off workbench. She was nervous and wanted to back out of whatever was about to happen, but she refused. Lilith was desperate for her aunt’s approval, and this was the only way to do it right now.
“No, no,” Nora said. “Lay on your side please, facing my right”
Lilith silently complied, shifting to lay on her right side. This meant that both her aunt and sister were now treated to a very revealing view of her ass, the individual cheeks of which were hugged tightly by the latex.
“Now arch your back, try to get that cock all the way to the edge of the mold,” Nora explained.
Again, Lilith complied, forcing her hips forward until her thighs brushed the edge of the box. She tried not to move her shoulders too much, so she was left stretched awkwardly, her tits pressed out and on display.
“Bend your legs back as far as they go, reach toward the opposite corner,” Nora continued. “Point your toes, try to display elegance, as hard as that may be for you.”
Sareena chuckled as Lilith blushed in her black shell. Nevertheless, she forced her legs back as far as they could go. Her left leg, being on the bottom, pulled back further, forming a near forty-five degree angle from her waist. Lilith’s right leg lay to the right of her left leg, which twisted her hips in a way that prominently showed off her ass. Lilith grunted, holding his pose and keeping her toes pointed was already taking a toll.
“Hmm. Getting there,” Nora huffed. “Stretch your arms and head back, reach toward the opposite corner, but keep your hips where they are.”
Lilith audibly grunted again as she bent her torso back, reaching both hands into the corner as best she could, her fingers outstretched. Her head went back with them, now looking over the left side of the frame, and throwing off her perception of the room.
“That’ll do,” Nora said without enthusiasm. “Sareena, help me with this? Use these blocks to fill in all the empty space around your sister.”
Sareena looked over to where Nora had indicated to see a large bin of two inch long solid metal cylinders. As they got to work placing them in the empty spaces around Lilith, Sareena looked at her aunt with a curious eye.
“So what are we doing here, exactly?” Sareena asked, slowly filling in the spaces with the heavy metal cylinders.
“Well Barbra, my assistant, as you may recall, messed up pretty good,” Nora started, speaking casually as if having a conversation over tea. “She booked us the open gallery for my show, not the private one.”
Lilith strained to hold position as she listened to the two other women. She silently wished that Nora would get to the point and explain exactly why she was in this awkward position.
“In the open gallery any old idiot could take pictures of my designs through the open door,” Nora continued. “I had to fire her, of course. Well in a sense. I had her rolled out and dyed. She was the dress I was wearing when I saw you yesterday.”
Lilith furrowed her brow at the cruelty of her aunt. She had been stuck as various objects, and even a pet dog once, so she was no stranger to the concept, but it still felt over-the-top for an honest mistake.
“Oh, can I have her? That dress was stunning,” Sareena asked quickly.
“Of course, darling, you know I don’t wear anything twice,” Nora said, pressing the last of the cylinders into place. Sareena smiled broadly, celebrating her victory, she was getting a original, one-of-a-kind work by her famous aunt.
Lilith was now closely surrounded by the blocks, though they weren’t packed tight enough nor were they tall enough to hold her in place. She could feel them pressing into her body from all around, even into her head. Their presence helped her hold her position a little bit as she was able to press up against them. Though they did nothing to clarify what was about to happen.
“So we had to contact the gallery… Stand back dear” Nora spoke to Sareena as she walked over to a control panel nearby. “To figure out how to close off the public gallery, at least for the duration of my show.”
While she talked, Nora looked over the control panel, flipping a couple of switches and pushing a couple of buttons. Almost mid-sentence, she pushed a large red button. Lilith nearly jumped out of her skin as a huge flat metal plate slammed down on her with the force of a speeding car. The plate hit her so hard that her body was compacted into the mold. When the plate slowly rose back into the ceiling, Lilith’s body remained in its flattened state, leaving no part of her thicker than the two inch depth of the mold. The metal cylinders prevented her body from spreading into the rest of the mold, so her pose was left more or less intact.
“We reached a compromise,” Nora explained as she and Sareena walked up to the flattened girl and looked over their creation.
As Nora talked, Sareena smirked at her sister, enjoying the sight of her smashed so helplessly before them. In general she was pressed into a shape reminiscent of a ballet dancer elegantly floating across a stage, though her various assets were a bit more pronounced than the typical stick-thin dancer.
Lilith’s separate ass cheeks were still individually distinguishable given that the latex hugged them so tightly. Her significant chest was prominently displayed by the arch of her back. In fact the process of being pressed into the mold was pretty flattering, spreading them out subtly and increasing their apparent size.
“They would allow me to have a door, as long as I provided it and installed it myself. Take those cylinders out now, dear,” Nora continued casually, as if she WASN’T turning a living person into a piece of art.
Lilith tried to look over at them as they started to remove the metal blocks, but her view was pretty limited. The impact she received left her unable to move, and the pose she was stuck in left her in a constant state of discomfort.
“But any door to MY exhibit had to be something special,” Nora continued. “So Lilith will become the door to my exhibit.”
Sareena laughed as Lilith squirmed inside her own body, now finally knowing what her aunt had planned for her. By now, the girls had finished removing the blocks, leaving just the flattened Lilith in the center of the frame.
Nora and Sareena walked off, still chatting like old friends. They returned shortly, working together to push a large cart with some kind of liquid holding tank on top with a pouring spout perfectly in line with the table top.
“Sareena dear, grab a couple pairs of those latex gloves,” Nora pointed to a box of gloves on a nearby workbench. “You don’t want to get this epoxy on your skin.”
Lilith’s eyes went wide at the mention of epoxy. She knew that this material solidified three times stronger than concrete. Her mind spun, panic gripping her at the apparent permanence of her upcoming encasement. How would she get out of this once the show was over? Nora DID have a plan for that didn’t she?
Oblivious of, and perhaps even enjoying the thought of, Lilith’s predicament, Sareena retrieved two pairs of the disposable gloves. As she returned to her position, Nora had already positioned the epoxy tank next to Lilith’s mold.
“Do me a favor and hold her… thing, up and out of the mold,” Nora instructed Sareena as they both pulled the gloves over their hands. The irony of the women protecting their hands from a product that was about to cover her whole body wasn’t lost on Lilith.
Sareena walked around the table to Lilith’s hips, looking down on her helpless sister with a smile.
“What’s your plan for this?” Sareena asked Nora as she took a firm hold of Lilith’s cock and lifted it out of the mold, so it was pointing straight to the ceiling. A moan slipped from Lilith’s lips at the sudden and unexpected handling of her sensitive part.
“You’ll see,” Nora said as she opened the spout on the tank. “Just keep it as high above the surface as you can.”
Lilith winced as she felt her sister tug on her cock, sure that Sareena was enjoying pulling a little harder than she strictly had to. At Lilith’s feet, Nora opened the spout of the tank and thick, semi-clear liquid started to flow from the container.
As it slowly filled, Nora walked around to Lilith’s head and slipped a mouthpiece into Lilith’s mouth. It was almost like a small scuba attachment, but rather than being attached to a tank, the breathing tube turned ninety degrees to face directly up. The end of the tube was long enough to end up above the level of the epoxy and would allow the captive to breathe once encased.
The other women watched, Sareena still holding Lilth’s cock straight up as the epoxy filled the container with a swirling, milky texture. Finally the entire mold was filled, and Nora shut off the spout. Now Lilith’s lithe form was sitting in the center of a semi-clear, frosted-glass-looking liquid. She could feel the weight of the liquid pressing in on her, holding her solidly in place despite not being fully cured yet. And the liquid gave off a growing heat as it cured, causing her to start sweating in her prison.
“There, now we just need to let this set up a bit and we’ll have our exhibition door,” Nora said, walking back around to Sareena. “But every door needs a handle…”
Nora stepped away to a workbench and returned with several clamps on flexible arms. She first attached the arms to the table near Lilith’s hips, then moved the arms into position so the clamps could close on Lilith’s member. Lilith grunted and moaned gently as Nora manhandled her cock, getting the clamps in place.
After a bit of positioning, Lilith’s cock was held firmly in place. It was left pointing straight to the ceiling, then turned ninety degrees for about five inches, and finally turned another ninety to plunge back into the epoxy, taking on the shape of a simple door handle.
“There, now we leave her to set up for a bit,” Nora said. “A hard morning’s work requires a fancy lunch, don’t you think?”
They walked away laughing, leaving Lilith in the slowly hardening epoxy. Her body burned from the strained position she was left in and from the heat building in the epoxy. And as it cured, it seemed to press in on her ever harder. Lilith could see, but only just barely, the layer of semi-clear epoxy leaving the world in a haze.
While she still idolized her aunt and wanted to please her, she really wished she hadn’t agreed to help her.
—Two days later at the gallery—
Lilith had just been installed in the doorway into the gallery. Because of the way her head was flattened, each of her eyes faced out a different side of the door. She could see both into and out of the gallery space. It was disorienting, so she normally had one eye closed at a time so she didn’t get too dizzy.
Sareena and Nora admired the door from the outside of the gallery, the side with the “handle.”
“Your door turned out really well…” Sareena complemented.
The clear epoxy was opaque enough that one couldn’t see through, but clear enough that the lights from the other side shone through. And plastered in the center of the door was what looked like the silhouette of a graceful dancer frozen during a performance. The opening of the mouthpiece had been cut down so it was only noticeable to someone who knew it was there and was looking for it, allowing Lilith to breathe while not ruining the aesthetic of the door.
“Yes, a door worthy of MY gallery,” Nora said with a smile, the first smile directed at Lilith since Nora had arrived. “One that millions of people will walk through over the course of the next month.”
Lilith gulped in her prison. She had only been painfully trapped in this block for a day and already it was straining her muscles, causing her pain and building up sweat. A month trapped here seemed like hell.
“Alright, let’s head inside,” Nora said, stepping toward the door and taking a hold of its “handle.”
Lilith groaned with pleasure, the sound muffled completely by the epoxy. She blushed at the fact that it was her aunt giving her sexual pleasure, but couldn’t deny that it did feel good to have a warm hand on her thinly-covered cock. Though she knew that the most sensitive part, the tip, was buried in the epoxy and would not receive any stimulation, meaning that any pleasure she felt would only be a tease.
She was snapped out of her reverie when Nora her handle, swinging the Lilith-door open. Pain shot through her cock and Lilith winced in her prison. As the door swung open, she was hit with a dizzy, disorienting feeling.
That’s when the true hell of Lilith’s predicament hit her. Hundreds, or even thousands of people were expected to visit this gallery every day for a full month, each of them tugging at her cock, hurting and teasing her but never giving her enough to satisfy.
—Epilogue—
The month went by so very slowly for the trapped Lilith. Every day she was being handled almost constantly. Thousands of hands tortured her poor cock with a tease and a tug, leaving her both begging for more and praying for it to stop.
The show had now been over for a week. Traffic slowed to a crawl as gallery workers and Nora’s team cleaned up. Now the show was completely cleared and two gallery workers stared at the door.
“What do we do with this now?” one asked.
“Not sure, Ms. Nora already headed off to her next show,” the other responded. “She said one of her family would be there to pick it up, but in the meantime, it’s up to us if we want to leave it or take it down.”
“I vote leave it, that thing looks heavy as hell. Besides, we have a new private show in this room starting in a couple of days.
At home, Sareena was sitting back, enjoying the quiet following the end of the constant bustle of Nora’s show. She scratched her head, the feeling that she was forgetting something gnawing at her mind. Oh well, if it was really important, it would come to her eventually…
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