While parking the truck in the back of Christina's house, Lacy notices a black SUV that looks familiar. After pondering for a moment, she realizes it is a vehicle she's seen at the warehouse. She suddenly hears Christina's cry for help and quickly exits the truck. While reaching back in for Bessie, she feels something press against her back. It is the barrel of a pistol. "Back away from the truck slowly," the man she spoke to earlier says. She does as told and is led inside the house. Once there, she sees the girl she saved on the kitchen floor. Her dress has been removed and she is wearing white pantyhose. An older woman in suntan hose caresses Christina as the youth writhes on the floor with pleasure.
"Feels so good," she cries out, "like a thousand tiny fingers." Lacy watches as Christina thrusts her hips and climaxes. Lacy is then led into the living room where a suited man is sitting.
"Hello Lacy," John says while standing from the chair. "We have seen and known about you living in the forest since we arrived. But, we were content to let you be since before tonight you had done the same for us. But, since you chose to involve yourself and not hand over the girl when given a chance, you will share her fate."
"I will never be a nylon slave," I would rather you shoot me."
"I know you would take death over slavery," John says with a sadistic smile, "but, would you make that choice for them?" John nods at his men who place guns to the heads of the passed out Christina and her entranced mother. "It is up to you Lacy, their lives are in your hands."
Though she is willing to accept death over servitude, Lacy can not bring herself to make that call for others. "You win asshole, what do i have to do?"
"Start by taking off all your clothes, then put these on." John hands Lacy pair of black pantyhose he took from Wendy's drawer when her nylonified her earlier.
The red head undresses, then takes a seat on the couch to begin putting on the hose. When the first bit of silky black fabric touches her foot, a shiver runs up lacy's spine. It had been years since she had touched nylon. her last time wearing them had been for an office Christmas party at the Cola Distribution Center a few months before it's closing. "I... I forgot how good they feel," she whispers to herself as she slides on the silky tubes. After standing to pull the hose up and adjust them, Lacy sits back down. She can't stop rubbing her silky legs together. "Did you already drug the hose? Christina said you used a rose or something."
"We do," John replies while opening a corsage box. "Your current reaction to the nylon has nothing to do with our formula." Lacy can't believe it, for 6 years she had not gone anywhere near nylon, in fact, even before that, she wore them very seldom. "Wh... Why am i so aroused?"
"I can't answer that for you," John says while putting the corsage on lacy's wrist. perhaps it is a suppressed fetish or something. in any event, you will soon be one with the silky black fabric that you love so much. The redhead lets out a soft moan as the formula begins to interact with her natural arousal. She is so lost in her lust, that she does not notice Christina and Wendy taking seats on either side of her.
"Being nylon is wonderful," Christina says as she rubs her white hosed leg along Lacy's black one.
Wendy echoes the comment while mimicking her daughter's action on the other side. "Nylon is bliss... Nylon is pleasure."
"Lacy snaps her head back as wave after wave of pleasure pours over her body. "S... So soft... S... So silky," she gasps between moans. "I....I.... I am nylon... I obey.." lacy's words are followed by the biggest and most pleasurable orgasm she had ever experienced. Like the others, she passes out after."
"This ordeal netted us two extra units," John says to his men. He then takes out his cell and dials a number. After a few rings, an Asian man picks up on the other end.
"Hello John, is my dolly unit ready?"
"Yes Mr. Sato, She will be packed and sent to you soon. But, I have a special offer for you."
"I'm listening," Sato replies.
"While converting your dolly unit, we wre able to do the same to her mother. She is in her early 40's, but, is in great shape for her age. The nylonification process has also removed any blatant blemishes, even from non nylon covered skin. She has similar look to the daughter and is in suntan hose. Are you interested?"
After a pause, Sato agrees to buy the pair. John hangs up and turns to the limo driver. "Max, "your mistake is turning out to be quite profitable. The mother doubles our profit on Sato's original dolly order, and, we can see the red head to one of our BBW fetish clients for a health gain as well."
"Wake," he says to Lacy. She does as is led out to the SUV with Christina and Wendy. As a new day approaches, the vehicle heads back to the warehouse to process it's last three victims of Prom Night.
