An Artist's Masterpiece by Dave Potter
«An Artist's Masterpiece» is quite a longer series about Emily and her life becoming the wife of Humphrey Battersby, who, very unfortunately for Emily, has some very twisted preferences for his partner. Getting basically sold to Humphrey by her brother, Branwell, Emily begins her journey of becoming nothing but a toy to her Husband, who begins training, and especially transforming, Emily into his twisted fantasy, essentially becoming nothing more than a doll for her husband to play with. From very restrictive daily clothing to body-modifications, nothing gets Emily spared from an absolute torment of a life. Things get especially bad, when her younger sister, Anne comes into play as well…
This story contains elements of extreme body-modification, as well as quite heavy mental trauma. Reader's discretion is advised.
While reading this, sometimes I had some trouble continuing, as I really wasn't sure if I even wanted to add this story to my archive. At certain parts it really gets brutal and hopeless for Emily, and that just isn't my thing when it comes to fetish stories. But in the end, looking purely at the fetish elements in the story, I still wanted to add it here.
To sum it up, really only read this at your own discretion.
If there was ever a problem in her life, Emily could trace it back to her brother Branwell. Whilst she knew that it was both unkind and undutiful to think so ill of a family member, whenever her brother entered the room, she heaved a sigh of disappointment. He would always make some cutting or hurtful remark, give her a task to do that was rightly his but he was too lazy, or invoke a negative comparison from her parents. She wished that she could be more like her younger sister Anne who was far more forgiving and kind but, alas, God had not made her that way. Anne was truly an angel whereas she was all too human.
Even so, nothing could have prepared her for what was to happen that fateful Summer Saturday.
Things had started quite well. The day before had been the day when they all collected their final examination results from school, the results that could decide if they would go on to university or not. As anticipated, her results had been outstanding, top marks in every subject save for History where she’d got a B rather than an A. Not only could she go to the university in Oxford, but she could even get a scholarship which was vital since there was no way that her cash-strapped parents would have paid for a mere girl to study (“After all, what is the point,” her father had said countless times, “when your only purpose in life is to look pretty and make babies?”). But on top of that, when Branwell had gone to get his results, they turned out to be far better than anticipated and he too could scrape into a university, albeit one of the lesser institutions. So, there were great celebrations in the house for the conquering son who was treated to numerous presents and the summer looked set to be fine.
How little did she know…
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