Latvia

Latvia (Part Three)

The Artist

By Fargrace

I would like to explain that the reason I am writing this is that my therapist feels it necessary for me to relive my past events in a controlled atmosphere so that I will be able to understand how I felt and with this understanding I will be able to go on with my life. I am currently 25 years old, but my life actually started taking a unique turn when I was only 18. I am now about 60 kilograms with a very slender figure. My ass is very firm due to a habit I have of over exercising, or exercising to the point of exhaustion. My breasts are either D or DD in American bra sizes and still fairly firm. I am about 5 and half feet tall with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I think that I am beautiful and if my life events have proven anything, it is maybe that I am too beautiful.

"As the article says, you will be paid 100 lats for one days work. That is 10 hours at 10 lats an hour. I need a model with a nice body, but your face isn't important for my artwork. I have to say, you will be perfect." The artist replies.

"Why so much? For Latvia that is almost an entire months pay." I ask.

"I do plaster work. I am going to be putting lots of plaster all over your body. The position is stressful and it takes a long time for the plaster to set up. Also, the artwork is with you nude and blind for the entire 10 hours. Most models won't do this without a decent paycheck."

"Ok, so what does this work entitle?"

"Well, you will be more or less with your butt in the air and all your weight on your hands and feet. I plaster starting from the bottom and work my way up. You will be wearing a mask with breathing tubes and a bag over your head to prevent your hair from getting stuck in the plaster. Once the plaster has become hard enough on your hands and feet, then I do your head. Once the plaster around your head is hard enough, I work on the rest of your body. If you need something to drink then I will hook up some juice or what not to the tube in your mouth for you to drink. It will be long tedious work, but in the end I should have a good cast and lots of pictures to sell. Are you still interested? I am ready to begin now." The artist sits back and waits for my response.

"Now, I didn't realize it would start so soon, I'm not even wearing make-up."

"You don't need make-up. You look fine. All that I am interested in is your body and your patience. Do you have other plans for today?" He asks.

"Well no, but how do I know your money is good. Do you have a contract ready to be signed?"

"No, no contract. It is a little after noon now. We can start immediately and I promise to have you out of the plaster by 10pm tonight. Here is 100 lats so you know that you are going to get paid." He handed me the money.

"Well okay, I guess I'm ready." I say questioningly.

"Ok go back there and take off all of your clothes." He points to a shabby curtain in another room. "Also, you will see a bottle of oil, rub it all over your body. It will help prevent the plaster from sticking to you too much and ensure a good clean mold."

I went back and started removing my clothes. In truth, I was a little excited both emotionally and erotically. The idea that this artist was going to pay me so much money for one days worth of work sounded great. Also, I liked the idea of getting to show everyone what I looked like naked and no one getting to see my face. I looked in the mirror. God, I had a nice body. I mean nothing special by Latvian standards, but still very impressive. I found the oil and started rubbing it on my body. It wasn't normal oil, which surprised me. I started with feet and worked my way up. It made my skin tingle and slightly burn, sort of like using Bengay or Icy Hot muscle cream. It burned enough that I thought it a good idea not to rub my sex with it. I rubbed a little in my bush just to make sure that my pubic hairs didn't get stuck in the plaster and just the very top of my butt, but not the crack of my ass. I continued up and did my breasts and neck. As I put down the bottle, I noticed that my whole body burned and my sex, even though I hadn't touched there was begging for me to play with it. I couldn't believe it, I had some man waiting to do his art and all I could think of was rubbing my clit and having an orgasm.

"Ok, I will be right back. I need to go get some more water for the plaster, just wait for me." He then walked out of the room as if on cue.

I sat down and started rubbing my clit. It felt so wonderful. I had gotten really good at masturbation. I haven't spent a night with a man in the longest time. I didn't feel like I could trust anyone after Michael. It had been about a year or so since we broke up. To be honest, this artist will be the only man to see me naked since Michael. Oh, I knew that I would finish within just another 30 seconds when the artist returned.

"I'm ready, please come on out."

Oh I wanted to scream. My whole body was begging to be fucked. My pussy was so swollen that it looked like I had put a chunk of beef between my legs. The artist didn't seem to notice nor care.

"Please stand over here inside this wood box." He said as he pointed to what looked like a sand box without any sand. "Place your feet on one end and your hands about a foot in front of your feet, with both your hands and your feet being spread apart by about two feet."

As I got down into this position, I felt very exposed. My ass and pussy were now the main objects on display it seemed. I was just starting to get second thoughts when the artist dumped a huge vat of what looked like white cream inside the box.

"Ok, don't move a muscle. Don't move your fingers, your toes, or even your head. Just stay like that. I'm going to go get your mask and the bag to go over your hair and face."

He then left me alone in the room. Of course the first thing to happen is that I started to itch. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to ruin what the artist was trying to make. My sex was itchy, but that was from not getting to finish, but then my nose, my breasts that were just hanging in mid air, and of course my back. It seemed like forever before he returned with the mask.

"Have you moved at all? If you have, tell me now so that I don't find out when I think that I am done."

"No, I have been a good little girl." I replied. "I have to say though, that oil is making me itch."

"Ya, it sometimes does that, where does it itch? If you would like I will scratch that spot for you."

"Please would you, my nose itches and my back." I thought it best not to ask for my sex and breasts.

He then rubbed my nose and scratched my back. He didn't act in anyway out of place. "Ok, it seems to have set pretty good. Tell me, can you move your fingers or your toes."

"No, wow, I can't move anything except my head. I can't even bend my knees."

"Ya, the plaster is pretty good then. Here let me put this mask and bag over your head and then we will get started on the next step. Oh no… I forgot. Um, I don't know how to tell you this, but I am going to have to shave you."

"My head, no way, I thought you said that my head didn't matter with the bag."

"Not your head silly girl, your pussy. It will ruin the mold. I am so sorry, I didn't even think of that. Would that be alright?"

"Ah… I don't really think I get a choice. I'm no longer capable of doing it."

He then left the room and returned with a bucket of water, a sponge, a bar of soap, and a razor. He then sat at my feet and got me slightly damp with the sponge. It was the soap though that did me in. He started rubbing it all over my sex. He then rubbed it in a little harder with just his hand continually touching my clit. My already aroused sex was aching. I wanted the artist to fuck me so bad. He then stopped and started using the razor and finished off with the sponge again. My sex was completely aroused and I felt more exposed then I have ever felt before. My pussy was as bare as the day I was born.

"Done, now I will reapply the oil and put the mask on you." He then squirted a ton of the itchy oil all over my sex and ass. He rubbed it in good and hard. He made sure to get every crevice of my sex and even managed to accidentally slide his finger in my ass just a tiny bit. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was screaming at him to fuck my brains out. Then he slipped the mask over my nose and made sure to get the tube in my mouth. He then put a bucket that didn't have a bottom around the tubes. The tubes then stuck out the bottom about two feet. He then filled the bucket with the same white foamy stuff he put around my feet.

"The water in this plaster will re-soften the plaster around your feet and hands which will allow them to combine as if they are one piece. Unfortunately the bucket is a little short so could I get you to bow your back and plant your face right in the middle of that plaster."

I did as he asked putting an incredible amount of strain on my back. As soon as I was in place, he put another bucket like object on top of my head and filled it also with plaster. It fit tightly around my neck and with a couple of clicks I realized I would be able to lift my head back up. My back was already starting to ache horribly and without really wanting to I started to cry into the plastic bag around my head. I then felt more liquid plaster on top of my head. It must have been a lot, because it felt like my head was being crushed.

After about an hour I felt what I assumed to be the bottomless barrel rubbing against my breasts, probably from him removing them, but I also realized that I couldn't hear anything. After a bit longer, I started to feel what I assumed to be a fan blowing air on me probably to help the plaster dry, but it was so cold and I could feel my nipples getting hard.

It seemed like forever, but I had no idea how long before I finally felt the artist touch a portion of my body again. He seemed interested in my breasts and was pulling them roughly with his hands. First he grabbed them and pulled down, I swore that he was trying to pull them off, then he pulled the right one right and the left one left. He then suddenly let go. I hoped that he was done, but he then grabbed the right nipple and pulled it down as he slipped some sort of clamp on it. I wanted to wiggle away from the clamp, but I couldn't even sort of move. He then did it again to the left nipple. It hurt so badly. It made my breasts feel like they were on fire and frozen at the same time. At this moment, I knew that I must be crying, but I couldn't hear even my own breathing let alone my sobs. My heart was beating a thousand times a second. The clamps must have weighed close to 25 pounds.

I figured that it couldn't get any worse, but then I felt his hand pulling and prodding my pussy lips. He occasionally what seemed accidental slipped a finger or thumb inside of me. It was humiliating. Then I felt something clamp onto my clit. The sudden jolt hurt so awfully. I think that I started to hyperventilate or something, but then as I tried to breathe in through my mouth I was welcomed to some very sour juice. I choked and spit it into the bag around my head. It smelled like piss. I couldn't believe it; he gave me piss to drink.

* * * * *

The artist couldn't believe his luck. He had been preparing for this for months and then she walked in, his Venus. He knew that at this moment, that she was wishing that she was dead. He had planned it perfectly. He even had the entire interview on tape. His art was going to be a hit. He explained to his camcorder that now that his victim was at his mercy that he was going to do everything he could to make this a true work of art. The plaster sign now hung from her clit and nipples, which said, "Fuck Whore" written on it.

Now came his finally portion. He had designed a plaster man that when water was pumped through it, caused the statue to move it's hips forcing it's huge 12 inch penis with a diameter of 3 inches back and forth. In addition, the huge penis also pushed water out as if it was piss or cum. The water would then pour out of the victim's cunt and be collected by what seems to be the statues balls, but in reality is just a small bowl with a plastic lining that would be clued to the victim's pussy area that also connected to the speed regulation. The more water that came out of the victim, the faster the statue would pump, up to a speed of one lung per second. The only twist was instead of using water he was using a water-based lubricant.

* * * * *

I then felt a vibration of something being moved up behind me, then my pussy was being violated by something that seemed to be shaped similar to that of a penis, but I couldn't be sure. It wouldn't slide into my pussy, which at first I was happy for, but then I felt the artists' hands rubbing more oil on me and into me. At one point I thought that I felt around 4 fingers shoved deep inside of me. Then as I was starting to feel just a bit of pleasure from his hand, it was removed and the object was replaced. This time it entered easily.

My breasts started to go numb, but my clit being already quite sensitive wouldn't relent. I knew that something was wrong and did everything I could not to take a drink of the piss I was given to drink. That is when I felt the water and the phallic object being forced deeper into my vagina. It was slowly moving into me and it felt so big. I didn't think that I could handle something so large, but at the same time it sort of felt warm and soothing. Soon I realized that it was stretching me as wide as I had ever been stretched and retreating.

I was truly scared at the predicament that I found myself in. I couldn't move and now a huge penis like machine was raping me. It was then that I started to feel slight vibrations around my feet, hands and head. I wondered how long I had been in this artists work. I didn't think that it was more than a few hours and was starting to worry if he would ever be stopping the penis machine. I was even a bit scared that he would never let me out.

A slow warmth started building in my loins. The machine was starting to increase in speed and my pussy was starting to betray me. I found myself concentrating only on the next forced entry of the machine. I couldn't believe it; I was getting close to an orgasm. Then the orgasm passed and a second orgasm started building. After a while I lost count of how many orgasms I had. All I knew was that the orgasms were no longer pleasurable. Then I lost consciousness.

I woke to find that the machine was still fucking me, but I now no longer had any idea how long I had been in this situation.

Then the machine stopped. I felt the penis being pulled out of my pussy, but the muscles of my pussy were trying to hold it in place. About a half hour later, the plaster around my right hand and right foot came free. Another half hour the plaster around my left side came free. As soon as my hands and feet we free though, I started choking. My arms and legs wouldn't cooperate and wouldn't support me. I was being hanged because my body wouldn't hold me. I then felt the artist lift me up with one arm and then my head was free. He then let me go and I fell to the floor.

I awoke finding myself wrapped in a blanket in a room with my close sitting next to me. I noticed that my purse wasn't closed properly so I grabbed it and looked for the hundred dollars. It was there in full. I then got dressed and left knowing that I would never go back for more money.

Four months later, I received a large envelope in the mail. I opened it to find two tickets to see an art show in Old Riga. There was no note or explanation just the tickets. I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, so I asked one of my co-workers to go with me. Her name was Natalie, and she said sure and seemed happy enough just to have something to do for that Friday night.

I don't know why tickets to an art show and my encounter with the artist didn't connect, but when I walked through the front door and everyone started looking at me, I knew something was wrong.

There were three separate areas. Each had some plaster mold in it that looked like it was missing something. It turned out that there were two other women that were taken advantage of by this artist. Each of us had a picture of our faces on display as well as a picture of us completely nude. Also, a few select pictures of us in each phase of the artwork.

One girl looked like her head was stuck in a tree, while a giant bird poked her in the butt with its beak. A closer look showed that the beak was positioned to actually enter her butt in a downward motion. It must have been horrible to have the bird's beak first of all inserted into your anus repeatedly, but it must have been even worse to have the bird pushing down stretching the anus. A video was shown of the bird working. There was blood going down the woman's legs. The blood was actually even still on the plaster mold on display as if the artist didn't do anything additional after cutting the girl loose. This are was called "The Raping of Mother Nature".

The second girl looked as if she was in a plaster bed made for delivering babies. The head of the bed had two nurses over her, which was where her head and hands were locked into place. The foot of the bed had a doctor and the girl's feet up in stir-ups. The statue of the doctor had a baby in its arms. The video showed the doctor pulling the baby in and out of the girl, never quite pulling it all the way in or out. The video also had a lot of blood in it. This one was labeled, "Born Bad".

It turned out that the finished product of me looked like I was sticking my head in a man's urinal while being fucked by a white statue. In captions it said, "Being Fucked by the Porcelain God". I even had to admit to myself that the double-entendre was kind of funny, but I couldn't believe that I was being displayed in such a way. Then I realized what was hanging from my breasts. The sign that said, "Fuck Whore", raced across my mind.

I turned to run out when I realized that Natalie was there. Her mouth was wide open. I started to cry and tried to push my way through the crowd in embarrassment, but they just wouldn't move out of the way. Then I heard him.

"Thank you all for coming. Unfortunately, two of the three girls are still in the hospital from the limits that my artwork put them through. Not to worry though, the last of my girls did come for you all to meet. Please feel free to tell her what you think of her sacrifice and remember that the bar will be open all night."

If I thought that it was hard to get out of there before, it was even harder now. Everyone was trying to touch me and talk to me. Many people were grabbing my breasts and ass as they asked if I had any lasting effects. Finally, 20 minutes later I found myself outside and running down the street.

When I showed up to work on Monday, everyone was looking at me as I entered the door and my boss immediately walked up to me and brought me to the back room. In short, he said that I was fired and that my past time adventures wouldn't look good for the company. He also said that he had seen the work as well over the weekend and if I got off on that kind of stuff that I needed to see a doctor. I left in tears never to return.