A Trip To Lucy's

The Table

Kyle released a satisfied groan as he stretched. It had been a long journey, made worse by the horrendous traffic, and he was glad to have finally arrived at his destination. Closing the door to his car with a firm clunk, he turned to regard the frankly ridiculous mansion which stood proudly before him.

He knew his dear friend, Lucy, had considerable money at her disposal but the sheer size of the construction before him defied belief. Entranced, he left his luggage in the car for later and strode to the suitably huge front door to the building before using the knocker. A thunderous boom echoed out as it struck.

Just as he was starting to feel ridiculous waiting with his hands in his pockets before the entrance, a series of bolts sliding could be heard before the door swung slowly inwards. Kyle had a job keeping his jaw from hitting the floor as he took in the figure before him. She was obviously a maid, but nothing like the usual type he would have expected. She was young, maybe late twenties at most, with a model-like figure squeezed into a delightfully skimpy take on a French maid's outfit. Most of her cleavage and an impressive amount of thigh was on show, visible stocking-tops leading down to what seemed to be dangerously high heels. Oh, and the heels seemed to be locked onto her feet?

“Greetings, you must be Kyle.” The maid kept her eyes lowered in deference as she gave Kyle an even greater eyeful of her cleavage as she dropped into a deep curtsey.

It was an uncomfortably long time before he realised he hadn't yet responded.

“Y-yes!” He tripped over his tongue as he blurted out the first word that came to mind. Coughing, he tried to recover himself. “Lucy invited me to come and stay for a while. I hope I'm not too early?”

“Not at all. Please, follow me. Mistress is expecting you.”

With that, the scantily clad made turned and began clicking deeper into the mansion on her impressive heels. Kyle couldn't help but appreciate the sway of her hips and the flexing of her toned calves as she lead the way. Her addressing of his friend as ‘Mistress’ only further peaked his curiosity from the locking heels, though he wrote it off as a peculiarty to do with status withing the mansion for now.

Kyle was glad for his guide, as he soon lost all sense of direction within the labyrinthine halls. More than once he heard strange noises coming from behind closed doors, more than once he asked the maid if she had heard a distinctly pained scream of anguish, with his queries seemingly falling on deaf ears.

Eventually, the maid opened a set of ornate double doors and lead him into a luxurious sitting room. Various paintings hung from the walls, whilst a variety of seating lay spread across the oak wood floor. Upon one such seat sat Lucy, his friend smiled happily and rose as he entered, walking over to embrace him. Even in the short time it took her to reach him, he had a hard time avoiding staring. Her glorious figure was hugged tightly by some form of latex leggings and a corset, leaving very little to his imagination with how they moulded to her flesh.

“Kyle!” She exclaimed giddily as she stepped back from the embrace, his mind still focused on the soft warmth of her chest as it had pressed against him.

“I have so much to show you! I really hope you enjoy your time here.” She batted her lashes at him.

Kyle had know Lucy for years and recently they had begun sharing all sorts of depraved fantasies as they grew comfortable with each other. They had bonded of their shared love for the extreme fetishes and fantasies. Judging by what he had seen so far, Kyle was quite excited to see what Lucy had to show him. He knew that most of what they talked about was purely fantasy, but he couldn't pretend his pulse wasn't thundering in his neck with all sorts of kinky things Lucy might have hidden away in her mansion! He began to harden slightly as his imagination ran wild.

The two took their seats, making small talk about his journey and Lucy's latest gossip as she told the made to prepare tea for them. It was a comfortable few minutes as they caught up and Kyle had to admit he enjoyed Lucy's company immensely. He was looking forward to spending some time with her, even without whatever she had planned. Just as they moved onto another topic of conversation, Kyle heard the sitting room doors open once more and the sound of a trolley being wheeled in with cups rattling as it crossed the wooden floor towards them from behind him.

Kyle turned as the sound drew near. He planned to offer to help serve but ended up almost falling out if his seat as he took in the sight which greeted him. In contrast to the depravity before him, a tinkling giggle from Lucy echoed around the room at his reaction.

“Do you like her?” Lucy enquired.

He didn't know what to say just yet. Any pre-conceived ideas of what he might find here or the limits of reality fled his mind. This couldn't be real!?

Only it most certainly was.

Atop the table lay the expected tray with a teapot, cups and an array of biscuits and utensils. It was the table itself which left him speechless. The wheeled legs were a normal wooden affair, but that was where things got crazy. The legs connected not to an ornate tabletop like he expected, but into the scarred stumps of a torso, where arms and human legs had once sat. The torso itself was supple feminine flesh with not a hair below the neck. The head was fixed in place, unable to turn it's face from the ceiling. A hollow metal gag sat between its lips, whilst a pair of haunted blue eyes fluttered above, desperately trying to draw his attention.

“Do you like her?” Lucy asked excitedly. “I know we talked about human furniture a lot recently so I thought she would be the perfect first toy to show you! I just recently had her enhanced too.”

As she mentioned the latter, Kyle watched Lucy reach out with both hands and take hold of each of the table-torso’s tits in her grip. The mounds were obviously fake, standing tall and proud on the prone girl's chest, which explained exactly which enhancement Lucy was referring to. She wasn't the least bit careful as she mauled the tender mounds with her fingers, squeezing and pinching them as a pleased smile spread across her face.

Finally finding his voice, Kyle tried to form a coherent sentence as his mind fought to process everything.

“T-his is insane! I can't believe it!” He leant forward in his seat to take in more of the human table. “She's perfect. C-can I?” The last was said as he gestured towards the impressive cleavage.

“Of course. Have a good feel, I think they were well worth the cost.” Lucy leant back with a chuckle.

Kyle eagerly reached out and cupped a breast in each hand. They were delightfully warm and firm under his grasp and he was soon entranced. He circled them, squeezed them, pinched the nipples. Not once did the teary blue eyes of the grotesquely modified girl leave his own. Whatever pleading she tried to convey was entirely lost on Kyle as he played with her bountiful assets.

“They're wonderful. How on earth did you get someone to agree to this?” He queried as he moved one hand to stroke down her flat stomach as the maid moved the tray of tea items to the side-table between their seats to allow them to more freely appreciate the human furniture.

A dark giggle escaped Lucy's lips as she held her side. If it wasn't for the ample flesh before him, Kyle would have been mesmerised by the jiggling of Lucy's bust at the top of her corset.

“Agree to it? My dear Kyle, who said anything about agreeing to it?” Lucy placed her hand delicately on the other girl's face and gently stroked her cheek.

“One of my acquisition agents found this little slut wandering the streets alone at night. He offered her a lift home and the daft little thing jumped straight in his car. Safe to say she didn't enjoy the trip. He brought her back after one of our nice long chats about how thrilling it was to think of using another human being as simple furniture. I knew exactly what I could do with her. She'd barely been here a day when I had her whisked off to the operating room and had my surgeon remove those pesky arms and legs. I can't lie Kyle, when she was laid there on that operating table, nothing but a torso and head I ended up bringing myself off right there and then. It was just so sexy to see her so helpless.”

As Lucy excitedly went into further and further detail on her conversion of the girl into her current form of furnishing, Kyle felt himself growing harder and harder. He continued to molest her as Lucy explained how the table legs were attached, his fingers roaming the delightfully soft flesh.

He was shocked from his ministrations as Lucy leant forward and spat into the girl's open mouth. 

“Would you like to try her?” Lucy asked afterwards as she gestured to the amputated girl's lower half. Kyle was confused at first before she continued.

“I can see you are excited just as much as me and it makes me very happy, Kyle. If you work out some of that tension now, you will last a lot longer when I show you some of the others in my collection.”

She stood and lead Kyle to the bottom of the table, where the girl's cunt was on full display above her plugged rear hole. Lucy worked to undo his belt and fish out his hard cock as he stood there, dazed.

“I can assure you, I made sure to leave her pussy perfectly intact.”

With that, Lucy guided the head of his prick between the table-girl’s netherlips and used her own hips to gently thrust him into the waiting channel.

As Lucy had said, it was fully intact as the girl's scorching hot walls began to encase his shaft. It was hard going at first and uncomfortable due to the lack of any lubrication, but Lucy fished around in the girl's open mouth and repeatedly spread her saliva over his shaft each time it emerged from her cunt. With each thrust, the grasp of her depths became more welcoming, groans beginning to escape him involuntarily as the erotic circumstances and increasingly pleasurable stimulation began to push him towards an inevitable orgasm.

Before long he was rigorously fucking the human furniture, her inability to do anything but lay there and take it only causing him to thrust harder, clutching at her hips to hold her steady as the slamming of his pelvis caused her to rock on her wheels. Lucy continued to whisper ever increasingly depraved things into his ear as she hugged him from behind, her hands clutching at his pecs as she egged him on to breed the mutilated girl beneath him.

With a final thrust and a long, drawn-out gasp of pleasure he erupted and filled the girl's channel with jet after jet of cum as he emptied his balls. A quiver of sheer joy travelling through him as he released all of his tension into the unwilling body which was owned by his friend.

As he withdrew his cock and began to try and regain control his breathing, he watched as Lucy stepped forward and began to plunder the inside of the girl's cunt with her fingers. Withdrawing a deposit of cum from between the lips, she brought it to the table's head and fed it into her open mouth. Load after load taken from her pussy and deposited onto the waiting tongue as she encouraged the girl to swallow it all down. Kyle felt himself almost at full mast as he watched the seductive sight unfold.

“Right.” Lucy declared as she stood once more, her latex leggings creaking as she did so and proving Kyle a glorious view of her firm posterior. “Put her away and leave us, we will explore once we have finished our refreshments”

With that, the maid stepped forward and wheeled the human-table away, her heels clicking off before disappearing entirely as the doors to the room closed behind her. Kyle stumbled to his seat as he stuffed his cock away. He was still trying to collect himself as Lucy took a delicate sip from her cup of tea. All signs of the depraved activities gone, leaving only the pair of them in a companionable silence as they drank.

Kyle couldn't wait to see what else lay in store withing the halls of Lucy's mansion.