411 is transformed into not much greater quantity than a torso with all four limbs stumped tightly in clear latex and set into what appear to be prosthetic cups topping the four corners of a metal stand. A clear rubber corset accentuates her captivating female curves and arse. The bubble hood finishes her transformation. She becomes no thing but a gear made of flesh. Ass hook, Mr. Pogo, and breast suction. Tubes run each which way, from scones and multiple orifices...
Blinded by a couple of opaque contact lenses, 1030 gazes vacantly around the room, nervously expecting her fate. PD has so many merciless plans for the poor thing–and she’ll at no time watch what’s coming to her.