Chapter 1 - The Alarm Clocks Aria (Ephemera)

This story contains body-mod, amputation, and forniphilia (human furniture)



Ephi slowly felt herself come back to wakefulness. A soft lilting aria coming from her bedside alarm clock as the warmth of the sun started to drift in through the window. She kept her eyes closed and listened as the melody slowly grew louder. The alarm finished it’s first melody and shifted over to a more energetic recitative, the words detailing her schedule for the day:

 
"Brunch with Jessica - 10:30 at the Egg Shack. Reservations are under the name von Tramp. PT with Lucas is at 1pm. Dinner with Jessica, Sarah, Ina, and Grace at 7pm. Auction submissions due by 10 pm. Bidding starts at 10:15 and closes at 10:30"

After the alarm had finished listing what Ephi had planned, it returned to another aria by the same opera singer. The last little note about the auction was what caused Ephi to finally rouse herself awake. 

The auction was a yearly event and while it barely lasted the full 30 mins, it was when she and Vera made the most money. Though at this point money was hardly the reason they attended, the nanotech they’d created together saw to the fact that money would never be an issue. No, the auction was all about finding new material for their projects. 

As Ephi opened her eyes she looked out the window as the sun was slowly starting to come up over the windowsill, it’s golden rays spilling in and causing the fiery red hair of her alarm clock to shimmer. 

To the untrained eye, Ephi’s alarm clock looked just like a naked life sized bust of the opera singer Erin McCallum. The bust was exquisitely detailed; the hair wild and curly, freckles all over her exposed skin, and sharp piercing green eyes. The lovely music of the singer coming from a small speaker nestled deep in it’s mouth, naturally amplified by the resonance of the sculpt. In fact if it weren’t for the analog clock in its chest it would fit in at the best wax museums in the world. 

The opera singer whom the bust was modeled after, had gone missing during a trip to the Swiss alps. Evidence found on the trail she, her sister Briana and their guide, had been traveling led investigators to conclude they had been attacked by bears. This had started it’s own flurry of news stories that Ephi found hilarious. Nature conservationists started a fervent search for more evidence because there hadn’t been bears in Switzerland for over a century. 

Ephi had made the high quality bust herself. And combined with it’s near pitch perfect recreation of the singer's voice it would have made it a great memorial for the late engienu. In fact Erin would have actually preferred she had perished during that trip.

Unfortunately for Erin, Ephi had the pleasure of seeing her award worthy performance of Il Dolce Suono from the opera Lucia di Lammermoor. Ephi had nearly skipped the performance all together because the original lead, a close personal friend of Ephi, was unable to sing. At the time, Erin was just an unknown understudy, and this was to be her first performance. However, before she had even begun the difficult Aria that would have make her name famous, Ephi had already decided she had to have Erin's voice all to herself. 

With a quick phone call during intermission, Ephi reached out to the Auctioneer and promised them a singularly unique piece of their choice, if they were to acquire Erin McCallum for her. A piece from Vera or Ephi was of near priceless value, and the Auctioneer accepted the offer before Ephi had told them Erin’s name. Ephi made it very clear that the collection method and transportation of Erin didn’t matter, but if any damage was done to Erin’s voice there would be consequences. Ephi also said that any extra material taken with Erin could be incorporated however the Auctioneer saw fit into their commission. 

Ephi slid over her silk sheets, dragging her very warm pillow with her, and she reached out to brush aside some of the fiery red curls. A bright emerald green eye was looking sideways towards her. Ephi smiled as she remembered the event that she had made this once lovely opera singer into her favorite alarm clock. 



Ephi treasured the moment Erin had awoken from her week long drug induced sleep in her operating theater, the proprietary nano-machines which she and Vera were known for had already been injected and were beginning the slow process of converting Erin’s body to a bio-synthetic material. She could have just used recordings, but Ephi was dead set on maintaining Erin's voice for her finished product. So, much like brain surgery Erin would need to remain awake while Ephi turned her vocal cords and mouth into a speaker. That way she could ensure that her little opera singer wouldn’t lose any of her natural talent, and have her first private concert while she was at it.

When Erin awoke, she was shocked to find herself in an operating theater. The last thing she remembered was a sharp pain in her back and the sensation of falling. Her first thought was that she had gotten injured during her hike. She tried to move, but found that she felt nothing below her neck. As she saw Ephi step into her line of vision wearing surgical garb complete with mask and face shield her heart sank. Ephi held a water bottle with a plastic straw up to Erin’s lips and as she sucked it down she felt as though she’d spent weeks in a desert.  

Erin tried to speak though her voice felt sluggish, a concern she would have to worry about later. “How bad is it?” 

“It sounds like everything is perfect!” Erin could tell that Ephi was smiling behind her mask, but something about her eyes made Erin feel like she was a fly caught in a spider's web. 

Ephi set the bottle of water down and pulled out some kind of marker, firmly grabbed Erin’s chin and began to draw little marks throat. Whenever Ephi moved Erin’s head she found that she was stuck and couldn’t move

“What are you doing? And where’s Briana?” 

“Who?” Ephi continued what she was doing, but furrowed her brows. 

“My sister?”

“Ohhhhhh. You must mean the other red head. No idea.” Ephi finished marking Erin’s neck and left her head tilted towards a surgical tray with a bunch of electronics on it. One of them looked like the diaphragm for a very small speaker. “I think Vera might be making something with her or the blonde.”

“Jess?”

Ephi just shrugged her shoulders. She then picked up a surgical clamp with a cotton swab stained with a rust colored liquid.

“Now as for what I’m doing, I am making sure that my little speaker doesn’t lose any of that beautiful quality that made me fall in love with it in the first place.” And for a moment something in Ephi’s demeanor shifted, some fleeting emotion appeared that deep down gave Erin hope. Then, almost instantly it was gone. Ephi shook her head and playfully booped Erin’s nose.

As Ephi went back to the table, Erin’s eyes glanced over to the speaker components, then back up to Ephi who now had a look of excited anticipation in her eyes, then to the scalpel which she was holding. After a moment a light bulb went off in Erin’s head. 

“No. NO! You’ll kill me!” Erin tried to struggle and managed to find some movement in her head, but she could barely turn it to the other side. Ephi set the scalpel down and put both hands on the side of Erin’s head. 

“No, my sweet little thing. I’ve already taken steps to make sure that won’t happen. After all, music comes from the soul, so keeping you alive is absolutely vital. Besides, this will be so much more wonderful than any life you could have lived!”

Ephi retrieved the scalpel and then picked up a remote from the same table. There was a beep as she pushed a button and Erin felt her head grow numb. She lost all feeling in her face, but still could hear her voice coming from her throat, though it was unable to make anything resembling words. Just musical notes.

“And once I’m finished your voice will be mine and mine alone.”

Erin tried to plead with Ephi, but her fear-laced voice just drove the woman into a state of utter bliss.Ephi worked tirelessly and with painstaking precision installed a number of electrical components around the delicate vocal cords. Erin had screamed as she felt the pressure of the scalpel piercing her skin, but to her shock, and relief, there was no pain. She didn’t know it, but this was because of the nanomachines in her blood delivering a cocktail of paralytics and antiseptics to the area. Suddenly her voice cut off as the air her lungs were pushing through her vocal cords had plenty of open space to escape. 

After a while Erin felt a jolt and her neck muscles seemed to spasm. 

“There now we’ve got the controlling components in. Just need to install the diaphragm.” 

Ephi grabbed the small ultra flexible component, it almost looked like a funnel closed on one end. It was a weird sensation as Erin felt her mouth by Ephi’s left as her right shoved the funnel impossibly far down her throat. 

It was at this moment Erin realized she wasn’t breathing. She had stopped when there was the sudden spark through her system. After a moment of readjusting the cone and ensuring it wasn’t going to dislodge. Ephi stood up straight and gave herself what Erin assumed was a congratulatory smirk under the mask.  

Ephi then closed the flaps of loose skin on Erins throat and immediately she could see the nano-machines get to work stitching the wound closed. There wouldn’t even be a scar by the end of day tomorrow. 

Erin soon started to get feeling back head and face, but now that a speaker cone was lodged deep in her throat her gag reflex kicked in.. She began to move her jaw and tongue around  trying to dislodge it, which caused Ephi to pull out a medical spider gag and ratcheted her jaw open. To Erin it felt like the pressure would cause it to dislocate. 

With Erin’s mouth held open, Ephi stuck her fingers into Erin’s mouth and playfully flicked her tongue around. 

“You know I’d originally planned to just wire your mouth open so you looked like you were in a perpetual state of singing, but I kind of like the idea of my alarm clock having some...articulation.”

To emphasize Ephi pulled on the tip of Erin’s tongue checking to see how far it would stretch. 

“But what..to...put...here is the question.” Again Ephi tapped on Erin’s tongue as though trying to coax out an idea. 

Ephi let go of Erin’s tongue and gently put a gloved hand against her face. 

“Either way it’s your voice I wanted and now it’s all mine.” 

Ephi’s words dug into Erin’s heart and tears started to well up in her eyes. Erin tried to plead but found that while her mouth muscles strained against the metal gag, she felt nothing in her throat. 

Ephis stepped just out of Erin’s site, and when Erin tried to follow her she found the rest of her body was just as unresponsive as her voice now was. Erin noticed there was an itching under her skin and it wasn’t just in her head as feeling started to return to the rest of her body. Erin tried moving, but still there was nothing. Ephi returned with something like X-Rays and started to look over Erin’s body. She pulled out the medical marker once again and tapped it against her chin.  

“We won’t need these.” Ephi drew a line on each of Erin’s arms, one slightly closer to the shoulder and the other just above the elbow joint. 

“And if your diaphragm is here, then…” Ephi traced down Erin’s belly with the back of the pen. If Erin had been able to she would have been cackling because she was quite ticklish. Ephi noticed Erin’s eyes straining in silent laughter. 

“Oh ho! Somebody ticklish hmmm?” Ephi set the pen down and started squeezing around Erin’s hips, and while Erin’s voice was cruelly locked away by another song being sung in her voice, her eyes belied the fact that she was laughing like mad. 

Silent tears started to roll down Erin’s cheeks and Ephi stopped...eventually. 

“You know. Usually I don’t care about how my stuff feels after I’ve finished working on it, I wonder… Is this what it’s like for Vera? How exhausting..”

Ephi got in close and took off of her surgical gloves. She placed her hand on Erin’s cheek and slowly ran her thumb back and forth in a comforting manner. To Erin, the moment was anything but comforting. The way this woman looked at her was not the way you looked at someone you cared about, but something. 

“But I think I understand. You’re much more than a toothbrush or garden statue.”

Erin felt Ephi’s hand glide across her stomach and tease her belly button before traveling even farther down her body. A finger pushed against her folds and slide into her box. It was at that moment Erin realized that she’d been lying on the table completely naked.

While Erin could feel a distant pressure as the finger fished around inside her, there was no familiar pleasurable sensations coming from Ephi’s fumbling. Erin felt Ephi get rougher and impatient, a look of disappointment crossing her face. Erin tried to relish in the fact she’d finally denied her torture something. But then a flicker of recognition on Ephi’s face.

“Wait a moment, I’m so silly.” 

Erin pulled out her phone and pressed a few buttons.

“I forgot to turn you on.” 

Ephi’s finger slid up and suddenly Erin’s whole body started to vibrate and spasm. Flashes appeared behind her eyes, and despite her paralyzed state, her body started to twitch. Insane pleasure flashed behind her eyes as fireworks exploded and tidal waves crashed over her from out of nowhere. Erin lost all track of everything and then just as suddenly as it hit, all sensation ceased. 

Erin’s body collapsed and darkness took her over. She just heard Ephi utter one lilting word before she lost consciousness.

“Woops.” 

***
Erin returned to the land of the living from a deep black well. For a moment, she was not sure where she was. It took a second for her to get her bearings, and as she realized her eyes were moving but her head was not.

“Sorry, the calibration is a little wonky at first.”

A figure stepped up into Erin’s view and knelt down next to her bed. At first she thought the out of focus figure was Briana, but as the figure came into focus, a cold dread washed over her. Ephi was practically kissing Erin with how close her face was, and Ephi was grinning like the madwoman she was. Erin quickly realized that the past events were more than a nightmare.

Ephi waved her phone and Erin saw an app that looked very similar to one she had for one of her sex toys. And as Ephi moved an indicator around Erin felt all of her erogenous zones being stimulated in time with Ephi’s thumb. Erin felt like her eyes were about to roll back into her head when Ephi laughed again. 

“Look at you. I don’t think I’ve ever loved something as much as I'm going to love you.” 

Ephi placed both hands on either side of Erin’s head and lifted it up, planting a firm kiss right between her eyebrows. Ephi leaned and paused again looking where her neutral colored lipstick had left a slight mark on Erin’s forehead. 

“Hmmm. That gives me an idea.”

Ephi walked away and Erin could hear a door open then close, and Erin suddenly felt very alone. 

Now that she was finally alone, Erin took the opportunity to get a look around the room she was in. Clearly it was some kind of operating theater, but something about it seemed more like it was in someone's basement rather than a facility. There were blindingly bright lights all over the place, however directly above her was a large mirror. 

At first she didn’t recognize herself. Her skin seemed to have a sheen in the light as though it were wet, and the smudged lipstick on her forehead was very flat in color and stood out against her shiny pale skin. Erin thought her skin almost looked like freshly varnished wood. Then Erin remembered the itching feeling under her skin and realized it had gone away. 

She noticed the black lines Ephi had drawn on her arms and was reminded of the Greek statues she’d admired in museums. Then there were dotted lines around where her hip met her legs. She had a flash of her legs gone forming a “V” at her hip. 

Erin soaked in all of these thoughts running through her head, and it soon lead her to one conclusion. This woman was not done with her yet, not by a long shot. 

She tried to fight for some control of her body, but nothing below her neck would respond even slightly. Ephi soon returned, and she was layering on a ridiculous amount of red lipstick with one hand, and carrying a handful of more tubes in the other. 

Without a word Ephi walked up to Erin and began planting kisses all over her naked body. With some very exaggerated kissing sounds, each one left behind perfect lip marks. 

Under different circumstances Erin might have loved the “affection” Ephi was lavishing on her, but Erin felt that each kiss was just Ephi marking her territory. Emphasizing just how much she owned Erin’s body. 

It took a while, and a few different shades of lipstick, before Erin was satisfied with her work. Erin actually found she almost wished that mad surgeon had lingered longer on some of the kisses. Especially the ones to her nipples and clit. Ephi fiddled with her phone and increased the sensation of Erin’s body almost a hundred fold, and it made each of those kisses feel like little lightning strikes.  

When she finished, Ephi ran her hand over the open sections of Erin’s skin, tracing her nails around the lip marks, and Erin noticed that her skin didn’t seem to give under the pressure. In fact with what limited sensations she had, Erin felt no squish at all.

“Well it seems like the nanites have done their job. Your skin has lacquered quite nicely. Now it’s time for the moment of truth.”

Ephi lifted her phone up and spoke into it.

“Test. Test one two.”        “Test. Test one two.”

Erin heard her voice mimicking Ephi’s despite the fact that her mouth did move at all.
 
“La la la la la!”        “La la la la la.”

Ephi giggled like a school girl into the mic on her phone, and Ephi’s voice followed suit.  
Erin tried to cry, but found that her eyes wouldn’t bring forth tears.

“Now let's see, what to listen to as I get rid of these extra pieces? Here we are!” 

Erin felt a vibration in her chest and a tingling sensation in her throat.

And suddenly the room was filled with Erin’s voice singing Queen of the Night, a piece she had only practiced a few times and failed to get passable in her eyes. However, this time Erin heard herself singing her heart out, hitting every note with near perfect precision.    

As Erin finished the song, the horror of what this woman had done overwhelmed her. Erin had tried to take advantage of the fact that her own vocal cords were being used, to interrupt the song in some way, but nothing she did worked. She was in a waking nightmare, and this woman standing over her with a bright toothy smile and petting her fiery curls, had stolen her voice.  

As Ephi joined in on the next song pop-trash Erin refused to listen to, and almost entirely off key, the alarm clock let out a silent wail only she could hear.



Ephi held the gaze of her beautiful singing alarm clock and stroked it’s cheek for a moment. When the music was interrupted by Erin’s voice singing a chromatic scale. The alarm clock's jaw dropped lower and it’s tongue slowly stuck out in time with the scale. There was a little ballerina doing a pirouette on a tongue stud that started to spin as the scale reached the top note. Erin’s voice repeated the note 8 times, and the ballerina did 8 rotations in time with the music. When the alarm clock finished marking the hour it’s tongue slowly retreated back into its mouth and the jaw moved to a more reasonable position, while still keeping it open, as the music resumed.  

“Mmmm. If I could I would just lie here all day and listen, but...” Ephi pressed on the temple of her alarm clock and there was a solid clunk as she hit the snooze button. The alarm clock slowly closed its eyes and slumped over. The articulation Ephi had installed worked perfectly and she was quite pleased with how fluid it looked when she managed to catch it ”waking up.” 

“Considering I’ll most likely be up late tonight…”
 
Ephi reached down and spread the pussy lips of her alarm clock, pushing the correct combination of buttons inside she turned off the daily alarm. Then flopped back down on the bed, her head hitting the pillow. 

Almost immediately she frowned. Bounced her head on the pillow a bit. Then sat up and held the thing aloft by it’s braided ponytail. Initially Ephi had appreciated, as it was a prototype gift from Vera, but lately she had been waking up with a crick in her neck. Though the pillow followed her with its eyes, the limbless thing flopped around uselessly. Unlike the alarm clock it’s insides were just synthetic pillow fluff. No skeletal structure or unnecessary bits to interfere with its job of being a comfy headrest. 

She squished and fluffed the thing mercilessly, trying to see if the pillow had any firmness left anywhere at all. When she was groping the pillow’s breasts it had squinted in pain but Ephi didn’t notice or care. Her hands left indentations that took a very long time to fill back out. Ephi even squished the thing into a tight ball and it took forever to unfold back out. The whole time it made no sound as it’s mouth was clearly sealed up for decoration, After all it was just a pillow. 

“This thing barely lasted as long as a normal pillow. I’ll have to see if I can get Vera to show me her formula. I swear there’s a reason I’m the biochem and she’s the engineer.” 

Ephi jumped up and walked out of her bedroom swinging the pillow back and forth by it’s hair in a lazy manner.

Whenever the alarm clock's owner put it in sleep mode, it was able to take the opportunity to try and relax. With it’s eyelids closed the alarm clock was left in semi-darkness, and it no longer had to look at the horror of the other objects in Ephi’s room.

At first she lamented being forever stuck on the nightstand next to the bed, but she quickly realized it was better than many of the alternatives. Being hung on the wall and having a mirror fastened to hooks in her nipples, or left outside in the elements to serve as garden furniture, were just some of the things she had seen before being installed. Also, as far as she could tell she was the only unit in Ephi’s room being stimulated and kept in a constant state of arousal.

The alarm clock had felt it’s owner turn off tomorrow's alarm, which made it feel a distant pang of sadness and disappointment. But at least now it would be left in sleep mode for quite a while, so it might finally get the chance to cum. 



If you’ve made it this far, I greatly appreciate you. I look forward to any and all feedback with my writing, as there are always improvements to be made. 


Disclaimer: This is a twisted work of fiction. All the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The relationships depicted are in no way intended to represent a healthy relationship between persons. The author does not condone violence in any form towards others. If you're in the united states and find yourself in an abusive relationship of any kind please call 1−800−799−SAFE(7233) or visit https://www.thehotline.org/

Be patient with yourself. And don’t judge yourself by what others do to you. 




