[柔术爱好者文章迁移] Beyond perfect

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Chapter 1: Tia Lafete.

If there was ever a girl who could make you horny by sight alone, it was Tia Lafete (pronounced Tee La-fey).

Her beauty was of innocence and perfection - her body, pure erotic delight – but there was more, much more. Effortlessly she oozed this unbridled sex appeal – just part of her fortuity, however, she was blessed with a truly remarkable gift.

True, some of her amazing ability had been forged through an obsession and complete dedication… but even obsession has its achievable limits – no, this remarkable, some would say freakish ability was undoubtedly down to having very unusual genes indeed.

At first sight, her unique abilities were undetectable. On further examination… gawping to be more accurate, occasionally when she moved about in her unique enticing way, she winced very slightly. Her niggling aches and pains were all self-inflicted, but in her mind, every ache, every twinge of discomfort was worth it.

Chapter 2: Back to my place.

It was her fifth date with Patrick – very handsome, well dressed and charming... although a few years older than herself. From an observer’s point of view, the signs were all there, they had fallen for each other. As a bonus to this romantic happenstance, in passing conversation he had unintentionally revealed an interest – a sort of fetish he had. Hopefully, she had finally met someone who would fully appreciate her outstanding abilities. However, as yet, he suspected nothing of her party trick, nothing of her remarkable talent but soon he would have to know. Soon he would see her naked, see her perfect body and be well and truly blown away.

‘Hi,’ she said nonchalantly, as her subtle perfume penetrated the interior of Patrick’s sports car.

It couldn’t be helped that her short, figure-hugging red dress rose all the way up her perfect, flawless, slim long legs as she positioned herself on the passenger seat. To add to the distraction, the dress didn’t even attempt to hide her bare shoulders and much of her perfect breasts. This was a certain tease but for now, he quelled all temptations – he was a gentleman.

‘Oops, Sorry,’ she said innocently as she did her best to pull her hem down to her mid thighs.

She never said too much or displayed too much emotion – certainly not quiet but never gabbled on about trivia. She leant over and gave Patrick a kiss on the lips – already he was horny – more than horny, a distinct hardness was developing in his pants. Naturally, he wanted to see her naked and have passionate sex with her but she was purposely biding her time. Perhaps she was teasing him – perhaps being cruel but whatever, it was the perfect lure.

They sat at a quiet table in a cosy corner of the rather posh restaurant. The lighting was subdued and soft romantic music was playing in the background. Tia had kicked off her stilettos and was gently fondling Patrick’s legs under the table with her bare, soft feet. Patrick was determined to eat his 16-ounce steak despite the overwhelming distraction. Tia ate very little of her smoked salmon. A full stomach had to be avoided – because tonight, she was going to give Patrick a very private performance. She felt the time was right, he made her feel good and most importantly, she had fallen for him. So now, she wanted more than just polite conversation… but above all, he had to know. Hopefully, he would be highly aroused by what she could do. If he wasn’t - if her incredible talent disturbed or repulsed him, he was most definitely the wrong person. Then regrettably, she would have to dump him and swiftly move on.

‘Not hungry, Darling?’ he said, genuinely concerned.

‘I’m fine,’ she said dismissively with an unmistakable hint of a French accent.

‘The fish ok?’

‘Yes, it’s perfect, just not hungry?’

‘Ah-ha… bet there’s room for a milk chocolate sundae or strawberries and cream, though!?

‘No, honestly, je n’ai pas faim. Shall we go now…? I thought we could go back to my place, perhaps open a bottle…?’

Patrick was somewhat taken aback. Firstly, she’d turned down both her favourite deserts – she’d never done that before and secondly… she’d invited him back to her flat for some wine – possibly something else?

The evening usually ended with a quick, albeit passionate kiss in his car just before he dropped her off. It had been a somewhat restrained courtship – absolutely no sex yet – not even a tactile grope – unless you count feet under the table. It was the way Tia wanted it to be despite her obvious teasing. Patrick couldn’t fail to be turned on after an evening with such a scalding hot, gorgeous girl but he was patient and knew that good things usually come to he who waits. It seemed his waiting was about to pay off. Understandably, now Patrick also had difficulty finishing off his steak in anticipation of what may be to come.

Tia knew exactly what Patrick expected with her spontaneous invitation and no doubt his expectations may well be fulfilled but he was in for another surprise. Hopefully, Tia was going astound, stagger and bowl him over – not to mention, test his heart – probably to destruction.

In her mind, she was ready. Over the last few weeks, she had practised intensely. Every day, after her particularly unusual training, she finished off with an ice bath to reduce the inevitable aches and pains.

Patrick decided his steak was far too rare and this was his excuse to leave half of it. Patrick went ahead to pay the bill whilst Tia visited the ladies room. On the way out, Tia was stopped by a rather portly man at another table.

‘Rita? Fringing hell, you clean up well! Must be paying you too much if you can afford to eat here... eh? Early finish today?’ said the obnoxious man with his mouth still full of food.

‘Pardonnez-moi monsieur, I think you have mistaken me for someone else,’ said Tia, slightly embarrassed.

‘Oh... er... sorry love, you just look like someone I know.’

Tia acknowledged his reply and speeded up her step towards the entrance of the restaurant.

It was a little unnerving for both of them, this time, both were getting out of the car – they pulled up outside Tia’s flat. With Tia’s heart rate considerably raised and her breathing heavy, she led the way, ascending the stairs to her modest flat. Her firm, petite but defined bottom swayed enticingly underneath the silky sheer material of her dress. She reached into her clutch handbag and took out her keys. Slightly trembling, she placed the key in the lock. Patrick followed in behind trying his best to remain calm and casual.

‘Hmm, nice place. Love the décor!’ he said as sincerely as he could.

‘You won’t go to heaven… I inherited the place from my parents. What you see is pretty much how they left it.’

‘Left it? They’re…’

‘Both dead, killed in a car crash,’ said Tia, absorbing her emotions. The last thing she wanted to do was to get upset on this particular evening.

‘I’m so sorry, I had no idea.’

Time stood still for a moment until both snapped back into the case in hand.

‘No, no, really, it’s… cosy, and Christmassy.’

‘Put the decorations up in October,’ said Tia proudly.

A bottle of wine was chosen from the rack and poured into two tall glasses. Together they sat on the sofa but miles apart – it seemed as though it was up to Tia to disrupt the awkwardness. She hesitantly leant over and stroked Patrick’s upper thigh with one hand and pulled him towards her with the other. There was no way out of this, the outcome was inevitable – they were both boiling up with cardinal desires. Violently they embraced and kissed for a few seconds. Tia moved her hand up to feel his hidden erection – she was not disappointed – Patrick was ready, Tia was ready. Frantically they tried to unbutton/unzip each other’s clothes but this was not Tia’s plan.

Fighting nature’s overriding impulses, she forcibly pulled away.

‘I need to change into something… more comfortable... Ne sera pas long,’ she said softly and teasingly.

‘Of course, don’t be long,’ said Patrick, recovering as quickly as he could from the passionate and steamy embrace. He smiled, hid his erection with a cushion and sank into the sofa – Christmas had definitely come early.

Chapter 3: Extraordinary.

Ten minutes later, Tia emerged from the bedroom wearing a long loose fitting, silk dressing gown. A single bead of sweat slowly made its way down her forehead. Patrick stood up – he was a gentleman after all but his fading erection was still noticeable.

‘I have to show you something… it’s my little secret,’ she said tentatively.

Patrick hid his excitement as she untied the cord. Her dressing gown gently fell to the floor and then Patrick’s jaw followed suit. Presented before him was definitely the most erotic sight he had ever seen. He gasped and immediately became aware of burning cheeks and serious developments within his trousers. Covered only by the skimpiest of underwear, her figure was simply jaw-dropping. Not anorexic but almost alien-like in slenderness - tall but so petite, so feminine, so, so sexy. Her incredibly long, perfectly formed legs seemed to go on forever. Her impossibly thin waist, sculptured above the most suggestive hips imaginable, supported her perfect upper body. The last time he had seen this kind of figure it was in a porn cartoon. Patrick approached her, suspecting this was his cue for foreplay to continue but Tia gently pushed him away... again.

‘Not yet... I have one or two things I need to show you first. I think you better sit down,’ she said quietly – referring to his obvious affliction.

Patrick sat back down, somewhat disenchanted – she paraded before him and placed her hands around her middle.

‘Sweet Jesus!’ exclaimed Patrick. ‘You’re breath-taking.’

‘Like what you see then? Not too thin?’

‘Oh, no, no, definitely wouldn’t change a thing,’ said Patrick choking slightly.

‘Had work done on my lower ribs,’ she said hesitantly.

‘Wow!’

Then she placed her hands on her shapely unnaturally narrow hips.

‘I’ve also had work done on my pelvis… brought my hips in a little.’

‘Heavens, I can see. Amazing... you are quite stunning! That’s your little secret then?’ Patrick gasped.

‘Of course it isn’t! You’ve seen nothing yet!’ snapped Tia.

She was ready, it was now or never. Never before had she exhibited herself so brazenly and so provocatively. A previous few minutes warm-up in the bedroom, she hoped, would be enough to greatly impress her boyfriend and hopefully, soon to be her lover. There was no doubt that she was a tease, parading like a peacock but it was important that she had maximum impact.

‘Would you… like to remove my…?’ she asked, hesitantly wafting her hand across her perfect breasts.

Patrick didn’t quite know where this was going but immediately obliged, despite his noticeable affliction. She gently kissed him on the cheek as he reached behind her back, to undo the bra clip.

‘You’ve obviously done that before… Right, are you ready to see my little talent?’

Tia pushed him back towards the sofa. He sat down and nervously took another large gulp of wine.

‘… Incidentally, how’s your ticker?’

– It was a good question because his heart was now racing like a Grand National favourite.

Spontaneously, with a smooth effortless motion she began to demonstrate her talent: Moments later, her perfect upper body was folded completely in half – into a tight backbend – the back of her head resting comfortably on her firm buttocks. She held this pose for a brief moment and then proceeded to slide her head down her legs. Her wonderful form was now folded unnaturally and completely, at her waist. Almost the whole length of her back was now neatly in contact with her upper legs – Her rib cage clearly defined – opened like a fan, as it accommodated this effortless position.

‘Holy crap!’ Patrick exclaimed as his face turned deep red.

‘Would you like to see more?’

‘Err… you carry on!’ Patrick struggled to get his words out.

This was good. If the answer was in any way, not encouraging, that would have sadly been the end of it.

‘Some call it the Ruppel backbend, I don’t suppose you’ve heard of it?’ she asked with her head upside down at his knee level.

‘Er…,’ Patrick could only nod as steam wafted out of his collar.

‘Ticker still ok?’ she asked quietly and calmly.

Regardless of whether it was or not, she proceeded to prepare for the extreme position. Her head and torso dropped much lower down her perfect silky legs as she transferred much of the backbend closer to her waist. She shuffled her thighs open slightly and with her hands, she effortlessly pulled her shoulders through the gap in her legs.

‘Voilà! Si facile!’ she said casually.

Her stupendous form was now severely and exquisitely distorted. Her perfect torso now extensively folded, elongated and squeezed between her legs.

Patrick wanted to say something but words still failed to come out his mouth – just bubbles and saliva.

From her extraordinarily folded position, she caught sight of Patrick’s spell-bound expression – and conspicuous erection confined within his trousers. This was just perfect – exactly the effect she wanted to have on him.

‘Been able to do this as long as I can remember. After years of practice, I can stay like this for ages… and go even deeper into the position… on a good day!’ said Tia quietly and casually.

After about a minute in this extraordinary position, muffled clicks could be heard from her hips. Patrick was naturally alarmed, thinking something had snapped inside her.

‘Don’t worry, it happens to be a good day,’ she said as she absorbed the blissful feeling.

Her whole body noticeably shuddered as she relished the sensation of her hip joints opening beyond anything considered normal. Now she could fully relax and prepare herself to improve on the already remarkable position. It was becoming apparent to Patrick that she was about to leave behind a very challenging position and venture into absurdity - into the unknown. His heart raced, his man part pulsed heavily in anticipation. For him, this experience was beyond any fantasy.

‘From here… everything gets a little harder,’ she said, glancing at what Patrick was trying to conceal.

With slow but steady motion, her buttocks began to fold tightly on to her upper legs, clearly, this was something nature didn’t facilitate. Her hips joints were unnaturally rotating backwards, completely deforming her cute bottom. Her almost uncovered camel toe now protruded prominently uppermost, adding to the incredible tease. Thanks to this unnatural folding, far more of her exquisite torso was available to slowly and disturbingly ooze through her legs. Her arms were no longer resting on her front thighs as her hands were now pushing down on her kneecaps. Eventually, incredibly and somewhat disturbingly, her whole exposed ribcage completely passed through her legs until the bottom of her cage rested snugly on her thighs.

‘Holy shit!’ screamed Patrick, finally getting his words out.

Tia said nothing – speaking was an effort with her lungs considerably compressed. It really was a good day, never before had she folded herself to this extent, never-the-less, she had to concentrate - deeply meditate and control her state of mind. Every sinew in her being was screaming out to her to unfold but the discomfort was strangely a blissful discomfort. Somehow, she knew that if she could just hold the position for a minute or so, her body would settle down - again, accept the truly surreal position and the urge to unfold would fade. Most of the time, Tia’s eyes were closed, absorbing the blissful experience of her body, contorted to the absolute extreme. However, Patrick’s eyes were firmly open, fixated on the unnatural sight – the impossible sight. It really was the most erotic spectacle he had ever seen or ever imagined but this didn’t stop him from being highly concerned.

‘How the shit!? How is that… humanly possible, surely, you must be damaging yourself?’

‘Now you know why… I didn’t want a full stomach... This is... what I can do... my obsession. I had to show you... before we went any further... in our relation... ship,’ she said, gasping.

She opened her eyes and glanced at Patrick, he was doing his best to quell his state of arousal but completely failing. This encouraged her to remain in this incredible position – a position beyond anything she had previously achieved.

‘As I’m parading myself in front of you... Don’t you think… it’s only fair… that you should reciprocate,’ she uttered in little more than a whisper.

The situation had certainly moved on – Patrick had tolerated three weeks of standoffish, refrained, respectful behaviour with barely a grope. Now, suddenly, he was experiencing heart-stopping, mind-blowing, full-on sexual erotic tormenting... and this was a reality, not a fantasy.

Patrick had little choice. After a short hesitation, he removed his trousers, tie and shirt to reveal his well-toned body complete with a six-pack, and then his shorts to reveal his highly aroused condition. The sight of a rock-hard erection clumsily twanging out of his boxer shorts was enough to completely take her mind off any discomfort.

‘Impressive,’ she said softly

‘You are on a different scale of impressive,’ said Patrick.

The surreal loop in her body was certainly an implausible sight but despite the impossibility, she casually held the position. Much of her distorted skeletal form was now revealed beneath a thin, fat-free layer of perfect skin. Never had she contorted to this extreme before but surprisingly she was relaxed, pain-free and comfortable. She sensed, somewhat irrationally, that she may be able to go even deeper into the bend – she just had to try.

‘I think... I may be able to improve on this,’ she uttered as best as she could.

It was now or never – she began to pull and wriggle. Her extremely folded spine began to stretch and deform even further, allowing a little more of her upper body to ease through her legs. Her ribcage was now no longer heavy on her thighs, allowing her to bring her legs closer together, enclosing and trapping her tiny waist. She was now locked in an incredible, unbelievable position.

Now, any trace of discomfort had dissipated – replaced by delightful euphoria. Pure ecstasy flooded through her veins and took over her thoughts.

Understandably, Patrick was also becoming highly aroused and had resorted to discretely fondling himself. However, Tia needed his hands for a second.

‘Could you lower… me down… to the floor,’ she gasped quietly.

It was becoming a struggle for her to balance on her feet in such an extraordinary, surreal position. He did as he was told. He was beyond voicing any concern – the erotic experience overrode all apprehensions. The whole experience was almost too much to contain but he hung on admirably and supported part of her that should have been her bottom or hips – he wasn’t really sure. Whatever part of her knotted form he was holding, he gently lowered it down to the soft carpet.

She smiled with deep satisfaction. Now sitting up in a fashion, she slowly opened her eyes. The sudden sight of her incredulously folded body shocked her in a wonderful way: Her slender legs straight out in front of her but weirdly, either side of her waist – her middle section somehow missing, being behind her and under her in an incredibly tight loop. The ease of how she sat there, her body freakishly knotted and folded, belied the human form – an incredible feat of contortion. Her abnormally rotated hips and the intense backward bend in her spine produced no pain but she continued to experience a sense of euphoria and surges of powerful sexual pleasure. She closed her eyes once more to fully take in her new remarkable achievement. These new sensations of sexual ecstasy were building rapidly but she wanted to hang on as long as she could. Still no pain, she was determined to carry on contorting her body until there was nothing left to the imagination. She couldn’t see any reason why she couldn’t put her legs into a lotus position. Slowly she drew up each foot in turn towards her trapped waist putting one calf over the other – discomfort momentarily returned but it was bearable. Her tiny, stretched waist was now tight, snug and confined inside a lotus knot. The sight of this almost proved too much for Patrick but he stoically hung on.

‘This has to be a dream,’ he concluded.

‘Thank goodness it isn’t,’ she gasped.

The indescribable sensation she was experiencing with her body folded and knotted into an unbelievable position, not to mention the effect she was having on Patrick, for her too, was beyond heavenly. Inevitably, she was very close to climaxing in her intense pool of euphoria and sexual pleasure – but she muted any outburst and somehow held on.

She tried to keep track of her new position and then decided not to - just delight in the experience. She glanced at Patrick who was squirming in pleasure, doing his best to prolong the moment and not untidily squirt his love juices. The sight of this, removed her discomfort entirely. She felt good, she felt relaxed, she felt intoxicated with pleasure - there was one last thing she wanted to try. She took several shallow breaths and pushed against her folded legs. Amazingly she found her torso twisting – her spine accommodating the extra abuse easily and painlessly. She kept twisting until she found her eyes facing behind her. The highly deformed arrangement of her pelvis, so extraordinarily folded, was now revealed. The sight was bizarre but she immediately recognised a familiar part of her, accessible and flaunting – her camel toe, protruding through her overly stretched, brief bikini bottom. She regretted that she wasn’t completely naked – surely Patrick wouldn’t have minded – next time she would be.

Her extraordinary body really had reached its limit. Even if her tendons, ligaments and muscles could accommodate further motion, her anatomy couldn’t. So frustrating, her pussy was so close to her lips – no more than three or four inches away. She tugged on her disarranged bottom, sensing her internal organs jostling for space within her twisted ribcage – sensing her spine lengthening as though she was on a medieval torture rack but all to no avail. She really was trying to achieve the impossible. She moved the crotch to one side and briefly fondled herself but immediately came to her senses – you don’t keep a dog and bark yourself, as the saying goes.

‘What… are you… waiting for?’ she whispered.

‘Oh my god, this is insane!’ screamed Patrick.

Tia avoided talking now – too folded up for her lungs to work correctly - so deep in pleasure land that the strongest of narcotics couldn’t compete. Her whole body shook whilst confined as she was in this unbelievable tangle of distorted limbs and spine.

Without delay, Patrick positioned himself up against the coffee table and penetrated her perfectly accessible entrance. As long as she could, she bottled up her powerful urges and watched the blissful event with her torso twisted… but realistically this situation couldn’t last. Seconds later she was forced to untwist so that she could fill her lungs with air and scream with pure unabated pleasure. Patrick had stoically hung on but now, he could have his pleasure too. Tia continued to scream with delight as her orgasm lingered, producing many waves of pure ecstatic pleasure.

Patrick mistook her continuing screams as screams of pain and went to untangle her

‘No, no! Don’t you dare!’ she snapped, mutedly.

She wasn’t going to waste this wonderful experience, this beyond belief position, this pure euphoria, on one single prolonged orgasm and a few minutes of bliss. She desired to stay as she was as long as she could. After all, there appeared to be no pain, no discomfort, her body just tingled with immense pleasure.

‘Bottom drawer… luggage strap… top drawer, White camisole,’ she pointed as she whispered.

‘What’s a camisole?’

‘Vest, T-shirt, top, hurry!’

Deep down, Patrick wanted her to stay as she was until pleasure land arrived again but he was beginning to have serious concerns about Tia’s ill-treated body. Originally, he had hoped the evening would end in lovemaking – or just sex, that would have been more than sufficient but what he was now experiencing was beyond his wildest imagination – beyond anything.

‘Don’t worry… I’m fine. If... my legs go blue, I’ll... untangle,’ she said softly and reassuringly.

Patrick saw the weak logic in what she said and hesitantly fetched the luggage strap, complete with combination lock attached and a rather scanty white lacy top.

‘Could you put it around my knees?’ she asked delicately as she put on the camisole top – marginally adding dignity to her surreal state.

Patrick should have refused but being overwhelmed with selfish desires, did as she requested. Her knotted legs were so perfect, so silky smooth that he was concerned that the strap would leave marks or bruises so he gently placed the looped strap over her knees.

‘Ok, now... could you tighten... the strap?’ she instructed more than asked.

Patrick had no intention of hurting her so gently tightened the strap. However, the strap effortlessly closed up her lotus position. Her silky moisturised legs slipped over each other squeezing her waist like a vice.

‘Lock it!’ she snapped, barely being able to breathe.

This he did, even though he had serious misgivings about what he was doing.

‘You do know the combination?’

‘No…of course not,’ she gasped.

‘You are joking?’

Tia couldn’t reply for a moment. Her whole entangled body shuddered as she climaxed again, this time far more controlled.

‘You have to go now,’ she said quietly.

‘Leave you like this? Not a chance,’ he said firmly.

‘Please… go! Don’t know... how long I can stay like this. I need the services of the ambulance... and fire brigade. The best way I can think of... getting publicity. Pass me my mobile.’

Patrick straightened himself up and hesitantly passed her the phone. She dialled 999.

‘Hi… I need help, this is Tia Lafete… highly embarrassing, on my… own, got myself fastened in a yoga… position, used a restraint… I can’t… undo it. Out of breath… Legs are going dead…. 14, Elm Street…’

The emergency services couldn’t resist such an unusual request. She was told, reassuringly, that they would arrive in less than ten minutes. She had to remain as she was in the extraordinary overly contorted position - no matter what.

‘Go now… I promise I’ll be alright. You can’t be anywhere in sight when they come.’

‘Tia, this is truly insane… Yes, this has been perhaps the most enjoyable experience of my life but I really think you should let me cut through the straps. I really am concerned.’

‘I know you are… Look… I’ll be ok, don’t worry… I’ll ring you… if there’s a problem,’ Tia was clearly struggling to breathe with much of her torso folded to the extreme.

Patrick gave her a kiss - already he was becoming aroused again but he reluctantly departed leaving Tia all alone, fastened in the most extreme knotted position imaginable.

Chapter 4: Polyester trousers.

Perhaps Tia was being overconfident and a little foolhardy. The clock was ticking. For over four minutes, she had been locked in this incredibly contorted position. Pins and needles were now beginning to spread throughout much of her lower half - although, so knotted up, Tia found it hard to pinpoint where exactly her lower half was. Remarkably though, there was still no pain and her legs were the right shade of pink. She twisted her torso once more and managed to get her lips even closer to her lady parts, perhaps as close as three inches. This additional bending brought on another intense wave of sexual pleasure. She hovered on the brink for several minutes until finally there was nothing she could do but let it happen and climaxed again and again and again.

‘One day… I’ll get there,’ she said as she untwisted her incredibly bendy torso.

‘Shouldn’t be long now,’ she reassured herself.

Suddenly a wave of discomfort overwhelmed her – it was inevitable. Slightly at first but a throbbing sensation began to intensify. Her pelvis area was feeling it the most. She tried to visualise exactly what was going on inside her, especially with her hip joints – it didn’t bear thinking about – altogether too scary. No longer could she consider herself comfortable. She felt around where she assumed her hips should be – predictably, it was very tender. To her shock, she touched what had to be the ball part of her femur bulging just under her skin – obviously not where it should be. This confirmed that she was severely mistreating her beautiful body in many areas, not just her hips. On the plus side, it seemed that the modifications to her pelvis and ribcage were now finally paying off. That was the only explanation how she was able to do what she was doing – but at what cost? Would she recover from this extremeness, this recklessness? Her lower spine was taking most of the backwards bend and that part of her was also now aching. She was also becoming conscious of her confined waist – her knotted legs were tight against it and squeezing in all her organs. There was little she could do. She was well and truly trapped. The locked strap was around her thighs holding her in a tight lotus position and the lotus position was wrapped around her waist, locking her body in an incredible extreme backbend loop. She genuinely didn’t know the combination to the lock and the strap was made of tough nylon webbing. She began to panic,

‘Where the hell are they?!’ she screamed as best she could with highly compressed airways.

The pain was now becoming intense, she had to meditate. She tried to ignore the pain – think of other things. She grabbed hold of her dressing gown and covered herself up. Perhaps if she couldn’t see the extraordinary position her body was in, it might help. She imagined herself just sitting there normal, not contorted in any way. The dressing gown was warm and soothing - the pains faded slightly but soon returned.

She then had a reality check, her body was undergoing serious mistreatment but this was what it was all about, this was the price she had to pay. Right from an early age she secretly wanted to be the most flexible person the world had ever seen – the most famous contortionist to have ever lived. However, if she wanted the tee-shirt, this is what she had to go through for everyone to know.

Fifteen minutes had passed since she made the call. Predictably she was now in absolute agony. The pain was truly insufferable. Ever sinew in her body was screaming at her to unfold. No human body was intended to do what hers was doing – especially for this amount of time. She couldn’t abide the pain any longer, she threw the dressing gown aside and desperately wrenched at the strap – it didn’t budge. She tried to slide it off her folded legs but sliding it up towards her knees tightened the lotus knot even more onto her waist. She was well and truly bound. She had an attempt at guessing the combination to the lock but that was futile too. Her heart pounded, she felt faint - she sensed she was losing consciousness. She reached for her phone but before she could call Patrick, she passed out.

Moments later, if she had remained conscious, she would have heard a knock at the door, swiftly followed by the door been violently forced open. She would have then seen several paramedics and firemen piling into the room.

Predictably, everyone was deeply disturbed at the sight that greeted them. They had all seen some bizarre sights in their time but nothing came close to this. Certainly, no one wanted to interfere with her, just stare, get highly aroused and then be on their own for a while… However, they knew they had to act – that was their job. Her highly tortured legs, knotted around her tiny waist, were now clearly turning a worrying shade of purple. Her face was ashen and her breathing very shallow. Eventually, one of the brave firemen shuffled across to her and carefully cut through the strap with heavy-duty scissors – her lotus position opened up and her legs flopped loosely forward. It was now time for the paramedics to do their job. One of them gently felt around what he assumed was her hip area. Even though it was a highly arousing thing to do, it was in his line of duty – it had to be done.

‘Good god, careful Bert,’ Jim shouted, ‘Her hips are well and truly dislocated!’

Bert slowly straightened out her legs. All the while, Jim felt her hip bones.

‘We need to lift both her legs over her head,’ stated Bert.

Both firemen volunteered and immediately began to manhandle her beautiful silky, albeit, purple legs.

‘Careful! Just one of you will do!’ yelled Jim.

One fireman reluctantly took a backseat and enviously watched the other slowly lift her legs and pass them over her head.

‘Steady!’ shouted Bert.

Eventually, both her legs were now behind her and to the floor. The paramedic, Jim, not fondling her hips, lowered her torso forward – she was now completely untwisted. Remarkably her hip joints went back into place without any drama. Then she was carefully rolled her over on to her back.

Almost at that instant, Tia awoke to the sight of four burly men standing over her – all with erections showing through their baggy polyester trousers.

‘Hi,’ she said with a saucy smile, ‘I hope at least one of you has had your headcam running.’

With that, she sat up and clumsily got to her feet.

‘Careful,’ said Bert, the paramedic with a distinct frog in his throat, ‘Ahem... unbelievable position you were in there... I advise you to let us take you to the hospital for a check-up.’

She walked up and down the room a few times. There were a few twinges but apart from that, she had endured the most contorted position imaginable for over twenty minutes without any ill effects.

‘Don’t think so, I’m fine. Thanks, everyone but if you could be on your way now, please.’

‘Ok luv, it’s up to you but if you begin to suffer any ill effects after doing… whatever you were doing, I advise you to get down to accident and emergency, sharpish,’

‘It’s called contortion,’ she prompted.

‘Er, yes, miss, I believe it most definitely was. My advice, don’t fasten yourself up next time.’ said Jim, the paramedic.

‘Next time?’ said Tia thoughtfully, ‘can’t wait.’

With that, they all reluctantly departed and Tia immediately went to run an ice bath.

Chapter 5: Get Knotted.

The phone rang.

‘Hi’

‘Hi’

‘You ok?’ asked Patrick – he didn’t know what else to say.

‘Fine, just a few twinges.’

‘A few twinges!? That was just… something else. Unbelievable doesn’t come close. You do realise, you’ve blown my mind this evening.’

‘That was always my intention,’ she said confidently.

‘I see they didn’t rush you into hospital then?’

‘Of course not, it’ll take more than that… and anyway, how do you know?’

‘I’m parked across the road… When can I see you next, then?’

‘Well… it’s only quarter to ten and you didn’t finish your wine… and I’m still scantily dressed.’

‘Tia, you’re incorrigible… I’ll be right over.’

‘Let yourself in, I’m just going to have a quick ice bath... Perhaps later, if you like, I could show you a little more of my unusual talent… or we could order a takeaway?’

‘Well, chicken korma is marginally better for my heart… Anyway, don’t you think you ought to give your body a rest after that amazing performance?’

‘Rest? Don’t be ridiculous… I was going to show you my version of the Di Mario… but if you just want spicy food, it’s up to you?’ she said scornfully.

Tia hated ice baths. A cold bath was bad enough but a bag of ice cubes dissolved in the cold water made the experience even more unpleasant. However, there was no disputing the fact that an ice bath after her extreme workouts – stretching, seemed to be effective. After an ice bath, she was always good to go the next day. This meant she could train daily, resulting in a steady and consistent improvement. Just five minutes of ice cubes floating irritatingly around her, that’s all she had to endure.

She took her mind off the painfully cold experience and thought about what she had accomplished earlier and was extremely chuffed with herself. She’d gone far beyond her wildest expectations. Never before had she contorted her body to that extreme. Never before had her body been so pliant, so flexible and pain-free. Indisputably, it had to be down to Patrick, watching her – more so, getting horny watching her. Naturally, she was showing off in front of him, trying her best to impress him and it seemed that her body obliged in an extraordinary way. She dearly hoped that she wasn’t frightening him off with her brazenness and her highly freakish talent.

The truth of the matter was that, for some time, she had longed for someone to fully appreciate what she could do and most importantly, to be turned on by it – the more the better.

It hadn’t occurred to her before... she wondered if she could be classed as being a freak, doing what she had just done. Yes, she concluded but in the most sensual, alluring, beguiling way possible.

The five-minute egg timer went off – she could get out.

Anyone else would probably think that Di Mario was her pet cat or a computer game but she was confident that Patrick knew all about the advanced yoga position – commonly known as the Di Mario knot.

She dried herself off – this never took long. Her perfect, hair free, moisturised skin tended to shed water like a duck’s back. She covered her naked form with no more than her cosy dressing gown. She accepted that after the recent familiarities with Patrick, any issues of dignity could be dispensed with… After all, he had been well and truly introduced to her body and its unique abilities. With the encouraging effect he had on her, she decisively wanted him to watch her contort, twist and bend… wanted him to see her push herself to the absolute limit... and naturally, she wanted him to see her perfect naked body.

Anyhow, she thought, any outfit or underwear is always a hindrance when performing the more extremes of her ability.

Patrick was relaxing on the sofa watching TV with wine glass in hand. Tia plonked herself on the sofa and cuddled up to him.

‘I haven’t scared you off then?’

‘Scared off… no, but heart attack… pretty damn close. What you did earlier was just something else, amazing just doesn’t cut it. You’re one hell of a talented girl,’

‘I’m very fond of you, you know,’ said Tia sweetly slightly changing the theme of the conversation.

‘I think I’m a little more than fond of you… now.’

‘So, what are you saying? I’ve had to tie myself in knots to make you fall for me?

‘Tia, sweetheart, I’ve fancied rotten you since our first date. What you did tonight was just icing on the cake – caviar on the cracker – jam in the porridge – pearl in the oyster – six numbers on the lottery ticket…’

‘Yes, yes, I get the picture.’

Tia cuddled him tighter and then gave him a long passionate kiss.

‘Strange thing is... I’ve never managed to get that far before – not even close. Pain would always get in the way.’

‘Perhaps you’ve had the ability but you just didn’t believe in yourself. Sometimes the body puts up physiological barriers. Clearly, you need me so you can break through them.’

‘Looks like I do... Oh, bugger, will you credit it, I’ve only gone and forgot to put any underwear on. What am I like?’ she said saucily whilst peeping down her cleavage.

This was Patrick’s cue to untie the knot in the cord and drape open the top of her dressing gown, exposing her perfect pert breasts and tiny waist.

Understandably, Patrick had been somewhat distracted by her incredible talent but he’d never overlooked the fact her body was also the height of sexual fantasy. Her perfectly formed, Barbie doll figure with unblemished silky skin, couldn’t help but make him instantly horny.

‘You are truly… perfection... stunning!’ he choked.

They embraced again and kissed for a while. Patrick’s hand made its way on to her left breast – his fingers gently caressed her firm nipple. Tia sensed he was getting aroused far too quickly and broke away.

‘Hang on tiger, you do want to see my Di Mario knot, don’t you?’

‘Oh, if I must,’ he groaned.

‘Well do you or don’t you?’ snapped Tia.

‘God, you’re one hell of tease!’

‘Intentional,’ she said saucily.

She stood up - her dressing gown fell away revealing her truly erotic naked form. Inevitably, Patrick’s heart rate began to race and his man part instantly stood to attention.

‘Now then, where shall I do it... the rug or on the coffee table? The rug I think,’ she said thoughtfully, finger to mouth.

She cleared a space and lowered herself to down in front of the hearth, sitting on the snug rug with her legs out in front of her. She satisfied herself that she was in the best place to get into the advanced position.

‘Right… watch this... note, arms folded,’ she bragged.

Without any warm-up, she effortlessly raised her left leg, bringing her foot over her head and resting it comfortably behind her right shoulder.

‘Di Mario knot is a piece of cake, don’t know why people make such a fuss about it,’ said Tia nonchalantly.

Unaided, she proceeded to wriggle her foot, working it all the way down her back down to her bottom. Then she did exactly the same with her right leg. Her feet came together behind her tiny waist with her folded legs splayed outwards either side of her.

Oh my God!’ Patrick exclaimed.

‘Easy-peasy!’ she bragged.

After a few seconds of shuffling, she grasped both her knees and effortlessly brought her folded legs forwards until both knees were together. Her feet were now either side of her waist.

‘So good for your pelvic floor muscles,’ she said like a yoga teacher.

‘That has to hurt your knees?’ asked Patricks.

‘Course it doesn’t… look, my legs are really loose,’ she bragged as she moved both feet some distance from her waist. Now, where were we? Oh yes.’

She pushed her knees apart, splaying out her folded legs until her feet touched behind her back. Then she proceeded to manipulate her limbs until, suddenly, her legs were neatly folded together in a loose lotus knot behind her back.

‘What the hell is your body made of?’ bleated Patrick.

‘My version of the Di Mario Knot!’ she said proudly.

Tia was clearly playing with this highly advanced position even though it went well beyond the normal Di Mario knot. Without any straining or forcing, she had folded her legs together behind her back as easy as folding her arms.

This aside, there was no denying that she was a highly erotic sight especially as she was completely naked with all of her legs out of the way behind her.

Her body was now warm and relaxed enough to improve on the position. With a minimal amount of effort, she eased her feet further down her back[SJ1]. Then, pushing on her legs, her feet came in contact with the rug with her knotted limbs at the bottom of her back.

‘There! A proper human pretzel… so comfortable,’ said Tia with a satisfying grin on her face.

‘My God! Unbelievable… and so sexy!’ said Patrick, taking the initiative and freeing himself from the constraints of his trousers and boxer shorts.

Tia could see he was already hard, possibly pulsating – she was undeniably enjoying the tease but the last thing she wanted to do was miss the moment.

‘I think… I’m going to stay like this until… you have completely satisfied my desires,’ she said assertively.

‘You’re just one hell of a sexy beast... I’m already on the verge!’ Patrick groaned.

‘Lift me onto the coffee table, it will make it easier for you.’

Her hairless, pussy now hovered, teasingly, in front of Patrick’s incredibly hard erection. Seconds later he was kneeling on the carpet beside the table with his firm, erect man part lined up with her beckoning entrance. Tia relaxed in ecstasy whilst Patrick held her silky smooth buttocks and slowly penetrated. Both wondered to themselves if, in her current position, she could take all of what Patrick had to offer – she could. Tia had often imagined what it would be like in this position – she wasn’t disappointed. Patrick began to rock backwards and forwards – not too quickly or forcefully – he didn’t want to hurt her or push her off the table. Tia moaned and groaned whilst Patrick performed relentlessly and consistently. Naturally, both wanted it to last forever but with such extreme sexual pleasure (as it always seemed to be), it was over all too quickly. It was the best ever (up to now), for both of them… but this was just the beginning.

‘That was… that was just unbelievable… how the hell are we going to better that?’ said Patrick.

‘Oh, we will,’ said Tia confidently.

Chapter 6: I need a manager.

It was now one in the morning and as it happened, cocoa and snack time. Tia was hungry, her extraordinary demonstrations were over – she could eat now. She had restored her decorum, i.e. was not the slightest bit contorted and fully covered up with her oversized dressing gown. Patrick was dressed too. The disturbing thought still hovered around his head; would the recent sex with Tia ever be bettered – had he peaked in pleasure? Tia detected he was troubled.

‘Something bothering you sweetheart?’ she asked whilst biting into a round of cheese on toast.

‘You do realise you’ve spoilt me this evening, I have peaked in my sexual satisfaction,’ he grumbled childishly.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, you haven’t seen my oversplits yet. God knows how we’re going to do it in that position,’ she said teasingly.

Patrick stirred once more in his pants but had had to be satisfied that twice was sufficient for now. He decided to find out more about Tia – in particular, about her incredible talent… and enjoy his toast.

‘Surely others know about your amazing ability. I can’t be the first you’ve ever…?’

‘…Actually, you are.’

‘Your parents, do… did they know what amazing things you can do?’ asked Patrick, wishing he hadn’t asked the question.

‘Yes, they did. I sort of accidentally discovered my unusual flexibility when I was about eight or nine. When I showed them what I could do, they thought there was something seriously up with me – some kind of syndrome… you know. They discouraged me from getting into unusual positions, they thought I would hurt myself.’

‘You completely ignored them, I guess?’

‘Yes, I suppose in spite, I did it even more… not in front of them of course. For years, in my bedroom, I’d do my homework and listen to music whilst…’

‘…In some amazing positions?’ interrupted Patrick.

‘As the months went by I got better and better at it. Feeble in comparison to what I can do now... especially what I did earlier. Yet I often shocked myself in what I could achieve – the positions I could get into. I checked on the internet to see what other people could do – all tame compared to what I could achieve. Never experienced any pain, it was just relaxing, helped me to concentrate.’

‘Not gymnastics, ballet or anything?’

‘No – just contortion, that’s my obsession really.’

‘Other men? I bet you’ve showed off to them?’

‘Patrick, surely that’s not the little green monster coming through, is it?’

‘Of course it is!’

‘Well… honestly, you are the first. I had to get the right vibes before I opened up to anyone.’

‘Vibes?’

‘You appreciate what I do. It turns you on - didn’t want to waste my talents on someone who doesn’t appreciate flexibility. That would be so frustrating, to say the least.’

‘I should be embarrassed but strangely I’m not. So… what vibes?’

‘I can’t explain it, I Just got a feeling.’

‘Like?’ Patrick asked apprehensively.

‘Something just told me that you would be the one, you would appreciate my talents, be turned on by them, not be repulsed.’

‘So, you thought I was a pervert or something?’

‘Is that what you think you are? How boring if only ‘normal’ sex blows your horn – soon get used to that. Mind you… eventually, I suppose you could even get used to what I can do.’

‘Eventually? How long is eventually?’

‘Well, I may not be able to bend quite as well into my eighties.’

‘Quite a while then?’

Tia didn’t answer; she couldn’t possibly be that presumptuous.

‘I need a manager,’ she said, abruptly changing the subject.

‘Just a manager?’

‘A manager… and…’

‘And…?’ said Patrick as he pulled her into him.

They kissed and cuddled for a while without the slightest bit of bending, twisting or penetrating and then Patrick stood up suddenly.

‘Shit! Seen the time? Better make tracks. When shall I see you again?’ asked Patrick.

‘I’m on duty tomorrow, night shift! It’ll have to be the day after. My body should be fully recovered and ready by then.’

‘Ready? I daren’t ask… but I’m going to… ready for what?’

‘Oversplits! And the second part of my plan!’

Chapter 7: Had a man in.

The first part of her plan was working very nicely. Promptly, a particular fireman’s video had been uploaded to YouTube and predictably, within a few hours, it had gone viral. No names were mentioned, she was just known as the “999 rubber girl”. However, Tia knew she would now have to keep the momentum going. It would take more than one video and one surreal encounter to get her properly noticed.

Perhaps Tia had slightly overdone it. The next day she felt twinges in places she had never experienced twinges before. They were satisfying twinges, twinges that indicated that she had progressed – that her limbs and spine would hopefully bend and contort further than ever. A day’s rest would do her good and let her body recover, ready for the next demonstration. Initially, the demonstration would be for Patrick’s eyes only but later, would be for people in various coloured uniforms, wearing body-cams.

Patrick was more than eager to see the girl of his dreams again. It was going to be another evening in, tolerating a substantially raised heart rate and witnessing pure sexual erotic fantasy. Once again Tia had avoided heavy food for most of the day. Tia greeted him at the door wearing her long blue dressing gown. Once the door was closed they embraced and kissed. Patrick went to undo the cord. Tia tapped his hand.

‘Later… first I want to continue demonstrating my talent... basically, I want to seriously turn you on,’ she said seductively.

‘You want to tease me, you mean. You have no sympathy for my heart… and anyway I’m already turned on… God, I’m so horny thinking about you all contorted up, I could successfully bonk a post box,’ Patrick groaned.

He held her again and they kissed passionately for a while.

‘Are you alright? You’re burning up,’ said Patrick, concerned.

‘Just been warming up – going to be a little adventurous this evening. I don’t want to pull any muscles if I can help it.’

‘Definitely not… is that possible for you? Bought a bottle of wine – shall I pour it… or had you better get started?’

‘Patience is a virtue! … Had a man in yesterday...’

‘Pardon?!’

‘Tim – a friend at work’s husband… to fit that anchorage point,’ Tia pointed to a sturdy looking steel ring screwed to the ceiling. ‘Don’t worry, he’s handy but harmless. I said it was for a punchbag – I was going to take up boxing.’

‘In your living room? … Surely he saw through that? Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to pop my mind again?’

‘Must admit this time I’m a little apprehensive myself.’

‘Apprehensive means you’re going to do something painful, risky and disturbing.’

‘That’s my goal… to deeply disturb and bring my man to the brink.’

‘For god’s sake… please… be careful – don’t overdo it,’ pleaded Patrick.

Tia had no intention of heeding Patrick’s warning.

‘Better get started. A little mild stretching first, I think,’ she said.

She let her dressing gown fall to the floor, revealing her perfect body covered only in her very brief pink bikini and then slid down effortlessly into a perfect splits position. Then she quickly rotated herself, easing her hips into a box split and then rotated further into the splits again. She repeated this exercise about a dozen times all the while gradually bringing her back vertically straighter and increasing the backward motion of her hip joints.

‘That’ll do, think my joints are ready now,’ she said sitting relaxed in the splits position.

It was now or never. Once again, she intended to push the boundaries of flexibility to the extreme. She couldn’t do it without Patrick watching her. She needed Patrick; he gave her the incentive to go further than she had ever gone before. He didn’t verbally encourage her but he gave her the motivation. Somehow, he helped focus her mind and distract her from the inevitable discomfort and possible pain. After a few seconds pause, she slowly bent her front facing leg upwards, bringing her knee up to her chest and her heel to her crutch.

‘There! Oversplits… 270°… Impressed?’ she bragged.

‘Incredible… but don’t your legs have to be straight to class it as splits?’ said Patrick pedantically.

‘And what do you know? Lift my front leg up then!’

Patrick jumped to it. Slowly he raised her foot until her leg was vertical and straight up against her body.

‘Satisfied?’

She was now held by Patrick in a modest 270° splits - one leg horizontal and behind her and the other leg vertically up in front of her.

‘Good God! Amazing. You’re making it look so easy!’ Patrick gasped.

‘It is easy! Okay, it’s important that I keep my body in equilibrium – let’s do the other leg.’

Patrick lowered her leg to the ground. She rotated into the box split and into the other leg split. Just as before she brought her knee up to her chin and the Patrick lifted her foot up until her leg was vertical and straight.

‘Right, I think that’s enough loosening up.’

With that, she got up on her feet, paused for a second and then kicked her left leg backwards and upwards into a standing split and backbend. She wobbled a little but she had done this, many times before and soon found her balance.

‘My, my… that is very skilled!’ said Patrick slightly patronisingly.

As yet he seemed to be keeping cool and his heart rate under control. Certainly, she was a sight for sore eyes in this position but Patrick somehow knew there was a lot more to come and was controlling his innermost urges. Now steady on one leg, she grabbed hold of her foot above her head with both hands and began to bring it over her, increasing her splits. She maintained her balance by shifting her weight backwards. Slowly, she now brought her upper leg forward until she was doing a standing 270° splits.

‘Steady me, please,’ she asked.

It took a moment for Patrick to work out where to hold her, her rearranged bottom seemed a suitable place. She groaned faintly as Patrick’s warm strong hands held her securely. Now steady, she could confidently continue pulling firmly on her foot. Her leg continued relentlessly moving downwards, closer and closer to the floor. She was now doing far more than 270°, into the realms of the unknown - Patrick was absolutely aghast.

And then it happened, her foot came in contact with the ground - she was under her legs in an extreme oversplits position.

‘Holy shit!’ cried Patrick.

‘Easy up to now… I should be able to go quite a bit further.’

‘Further? Any more and they’ll have to open a whole new section in the Guinness book of records!’

‘Are you ready for a record-breaking position then?’ she asked slightly grunting.

‘No! Tia! You’ll hurt yourself. That’s impressive enough,’ said Patrick compassionately.

One word from Patrick and that was enough to completely defy him and push herself beyond anything she had done before. She meditated for a while, she was comfortable and pain-free – which meant she could go even deeper into this unprecedented stretch. Apart from her severely mistreated hip joint and her muscles, tendons and ligaments stretched to the limit, her skin in certain areas was also stretched like an inflated balloon. She relaxed as much as she could, then tensed and then relaxed again. Suddenly her hip joint made a muffled clicking/popping sound just as before – this was exactly what she was waiting for. Now she had extra motion and began to bring her legs closer and closer together.

‘Tia, sweetheart, this really is insane... you’re going to damage yourself – besides, going any further is anatomically impossible!’ said Patrick sternly.

‘Prepare to witness the impossible then!’

This was all the encouragement she needed. She forced both legs as straight as possible. She was clearly in some discomfort but knew as before, it would only be temporary.

Predictably, Patrick was now seriously aroused, how could he not be? He wondered if he was the first person ever to see someone achieving this crazy oversplits position.

Quickly, Tia’s discomfort and pain eased, but the sensation of her overly stretched skin, especially around her private parts, concerned her.

‘Will my panties come down a little?’ she asked.

Without hesitation, Patrick eased her extremely skimpy pink bikini bottoms a little down both legs – completely misinterpreting the purpose of her request. Her over stretched lady sandwich was exactly at the top of her body in this extreme, unbelievable position.

‘Is my skin around there, tearing?’ she asked.

Patrick gently fondled her soft stretched skin, especially around her hairless pussy. Tia groaned with pleasure again, much louder this time, overshadowing any discomfort completely.

‘Well?’ she snapped.

‘It’s… perfect… and inviting.’

‘Apart from that?

‘Course there’s no tearing but it’s definitely a little stretched.’

‘There’s some baby oil in that top drawer over there. Could you… rub some in?’

Patrick did as he was told and smeared the warm oil all over her lady bits and then gently rubbed it in. Tia was now shuddering in ecstasy - Patrick was compelled to drop his trousers once more. Tia knew her pussy skin was far too tight for Patrick to penetrate but she thought of a possible solution.

‘Come close… keep rubbing it in!’ she demanded between gasps from absolute pleasure.

Patrick’s huge erect member was now hovering menacingly above her head. Her legs were supporting her, split apart by at least 330°, into a narrow ‘A’ frame – her body underneath and in-between them. She reached up to his waist and pulled herself upwards. Remarkably her waist slid sufficiently past her severely backwards bent leg so that she could rise up enough to satisfy Patrick’s needs. Patrick continued to gently rub in the oil as Tia sucked deeply and hungrily on his somewhat unusual man part. Both were now in ecstasy and quickly came together.

‘Jesus! That was good!’ cried Patrick.

In a swift motion, Tia raised her overhanging leg and let it drop behind her returning to a normal stance. She felt good, really good and she glowed for two reasons: Firstly, she had more or less, near as damn it achieved her goal and secondly, she had climaxed again with her man.

Chapter 8: Strapped up.

She disappeared for a minute into another room and returned with a collection of straps.

‘I take there’s more to come?’ Patrick asked wearily.

‘Naturally... that was just a warm-up!’

‘Warm up! Tia, this is ridiculous. Please, don’t do anything stupid!’ Patrick pleaded, sternly.

‘You worry too much… could you clear a space under that loop in the ceiling?’

Patrick obliged purely because he was intrigued. She sat down on the carpet and fastened a short strap around each of her ankles and tightened them sufficiently so they wouldn’t slide over her perfectly formed heels.

‘Why am I getting an uneasy feeling about this?’ said Patrick clearly concerned.

‘Told you… I’ll be fine… I think?’

She then passed the ends of two very long straps through the ankle straps.

‘Now… these ends need to be threaded through the steel loop…’

‘No point in saying no I suppose.’

‘Please?’

Patrick stood on a chair and threaded the ends of both long straps through the ceiling loop whilst Tia now lowered herself down into the splits position exactly beneath the steel loop in the ceiling. Patrick could see exactly where she was going with the arrangement of straps. He obligingly but reluctantly joined up the straps into two large loops by passing the strap ends through the strap adjusters.

‘Ok, tension them up,’ she said confidently.

There was no point in Patrick arguing, he pulled the loose ends of the long straps which quickly shortened them. There was now a triangle arrangement – a long looped strap from each of Tia’s outstretched ankles up to the steel loop in the ceiling. She took several deep breaths, there was no turning back now. She had to do it, she had every confidence that she could – but to what extent and how long could she stay in the extreme position?

She instructed Patrick to slowly tighten the straps by equal amounts. What was the point in refusing? She was a determined girl. Both Tia’s perfect legs slowly began to rise off the floor whilst her cute mistreated pelvis stayed put. There was no resistance and her legs rose easily. After a few pulls of the straps, she was already achieving at least a 270° oversplit – her position like an inverted arrow.

‘Keep pulling.’

‘Are you sure?’ asked Patrick.

‘Keep going… I’ll tell you when to stop.’

Very soon, Tia’s feet were already level with her head but remarkably her bottom was still firmly resting on the rug.

‘Hold it a second, I just have to relax for a moment… and let things happen within,’ she said calmly.

Suddenly something softly popped inside her and the tension on the straps eased. Tia smiled, once again, her body was yielding to her desires. She could now go a lot further into her unique stretch.

‘Keep going… go on!’ shouted Tia.

‘Oh my god, your feet are nearly together!’

‘Don’t stop! Don’t stop whatever you do… I’m ok.’

Then a remarkable thing happened, her feet came together above her head. Surprisingly, it appeared that Tia was only experiencing a minimum amount of discomfort – apart from being highly stretched around her private parts. However, with all the oil Patrick had rubbed in, there was no tearing sensation this time.

‘Are you sure you’re ok?’

‘Yes, yes, yes…keep pulling. I need to be off the ground,’ insisted Tia.

‘You’ve got to be kidding?’ exclaimed Patrick.

‘Pull!!’

Patrick was now somewhat committed and pulled firmly on both straps. Suddenly Tia was hovering inches above the carpet, supported by her feet, over the top of her head. Her legs were now in an impossible position – in an incredible oversplit. She had significantly gone way beyond any boundaries set by other flexible human beings. Her front leg almost up flat against her chest, her knee slightly hyperextended, and her back leg almost against her back, forming a narrow diamond shape with her body inside it. Tia winced - with her full body weight now supported by her inverted legs. There were now new stresses and strains to contend with. Much of the pain was coming from her back leg – now clearly dislocated, bone from bone. She tried to shift her body weight to her front leg. It couldn’t be done and the more she shuffled about, the more the discomfort she suffered around her pelvis and hip. However, she wasn’t going to give up now, she had to bear the pain – she was convinced it would fade shortly.

‘See if you can get me a little higher,’ she panted, hiding her suffering as best she could.

Patrick gently but firmly pulled on both straps. About two feet above the floor was as high as he dared go.

‘That’s it, no more. This is ridiculous, you’re clearly in pain!’ Patrick contested.

‘I’m ok… really… sorry… but you’ll have to leave in a minute…’

‘This time you really have to be joking!’

‘How can I possibly joke in this situation! Please, pass me my mobile? …Getting a bit of discomfort... won’t be able to hold this position too long,’ she gasped.

‘Sweetheart, don’t you think you ought to call time on this one? What you doing is just simply inhuman – impossible, not to mention mind-blowing… again.’

‘No! I have to go through with it. This means everything… everything to me, my ambition, my lifelong goal… I can’t give up now,’

Tia was becoming emotional. Her eyes clearly welled up with determination and pain. Undoubtedly, she had bags of inner strength – perhaps too much.

The emergency services answered, ‘Hi… sorry about this… can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. Gone and got stuck in another yoga position… again. Tia Lafete…yes, that’s me… again… Right, thanks…. Bye,’

‘Are they going to be long?’ asked Patrick, showing concern.

‘Fifteen minutes, I think she said…. Please… I really have to do this. I’m so sorry… please… leave me.’

‘Tia, you really are worrying me… Ok, ok, but I’ll only be across the road. Keep that phone close by you.’

Again, Tia was now all on her own in an unbelievable position – this time, suspended by her legs, one in front of her and one behind her, split apart by an unbelievable amount. This was hard, really hard and she was well aware of it. She couldn’t understand why the pain was getting worse – in fact, now verging on intolerable. Perhaps she really was aiming too high – of course she was. The 360° splits are impossible – even for frogs. Never-the-less, Tia was not far off this goal.

She suddenly noticed that the floor had edged a little closer – only an inch or two but definitely closer - surely the straps couldn’t have lengthened. And then she noticed her front leg – it was virtually straight. She felt behind her – her back leg was straight too and near enough, flat to her back. Her feet were still together, hovering over her head. This could only mean one thing: in the last few minutes while she had been hanging there, tolerating the pain, the weight of her body had forced her legs to split even further apart. Over the last few minutes, her muscles, joints and ligaments had conformed to Tia’s wishes. Consumed in overwhelming discomfort, she hadn’t fully realised it but she had well and truly achieved the apparently impossible 360° oversplits.

She hung there and tried to meditate. Her hip area throbbed with excruciating pain – her heart pounded through her chest, the tight straps around her ankles were making her feet tingle with pins and needles. This was unlike the day before, she was confident then, confident that her body would come to no harm. Now she seriously wondered if she was doing irreparable damage. This time, would she be going to the hospital? The pain was far too much to bear - she couldn’t take it any longer, she had to ring Patrick. She took the phone from inside her very brief bikini top (there was nowhere else to keep it). She fumbled and it fell out of her grasp – she fought to catch it and inadvertently knocked it halfway across the room.

‘Shit, shit, shit!’

Nothing else for it, she began to shout out but she knew that no one would hear her. There was only one thing for it now – she had to wait and be rescued by the emergency services. She tried her best to reach up and release the straps but the adjusters were much too high. She tried to release the straps around her ankles but they were far too tight with all her weight on them. The reaching upwards in such an extremely unnatural position took its toll. One leg vertically up in front of her but more incredibly, her other leg vertically up behind her, pushed the boundaries of stretching – and pain. The last time she was waiting for the emergency services, she eventually passed out with the pain but not this time – her body seemed to be making her suffer for what she was putting it through. This was worse than torture. If it was the enemy inflicting this degree of pain, she would have confessed everything.

Finally, there was knock on the door.

‘Come in! Hurry!’ she yelled.

Just as before, the room filled up with four burly men - two of them with familiar faces.

‘Don’t just stand there gawping, I’m in absolute agony!’ she yelled again.

To be fair, any movement was difficult as predictably, they were frozen on the spot. Once again, they were all shocked at the extraordinary sight before them. The sight of Tia in her impossible contorted position with her brief bikini almost failing to cover her private parts, was most definitely a sight for sore eyes. The only one who was encouraged to move about was the person with the HD body-cam, fighting for the best angle to film her. This was good in a way – exactly what she wanted but the horrendous pain she was enduring took the shine off the situation.

‘For fuck’s sake! Cut me down!’ she screamed.

‘Alright luv, try and calm yourself. I did warn you last time,’ said Jim the paramedic in a calming manner.

The man with a bodycam, on the occasion before, had now upgraded to a handheld 4K UHD video camera and was attempting to get in for a close shot.

‘Please…I really am in agony,’ cried Tia. Real tears now flowed down her perfect pretty cheeks.

‘Okay chaps, slacken off the adjusters slowly,’ said Bert, the other paramedic, as he supported her lower parts. He was supporting her by her extremely stretched and very tender region but a little extra pain made little difference. The firemen fumbled with the straps – both straps released in an instant. Tia screamed out as both her legs fell rapidly downwards.

‘Slowly, I said! … I think she’s ok though, I’m pretty sure her hip has gone into position,’ said Jim whilst unintentionally fondling her private lady regions.

After a few seconds of more fondling, he clumsily lowered her to the floor.

‘Now THAT was painful!’ she said brightly as she stood up and hovered wobbly on her legs – now below her and in the right place.

‘This time I really do think you ought to come along to the hospital. What you were doing there… you must have damaged something internally. You do realise, your hip joint was severely dislocated – a wonder it’s gone back,’ said Jim, the paramedic.

Tia released the straps around her ankles and walked up and down the room a few times. She was a little unsure on her feet at first but quickly settled into normal movement.

‘Nope… no harm done, I’m fine,’ she said cockily.

‘I must warn you, if you call us out again for a similar kind of thing, I will have to charge you for inappropriate use of the emergency services,’ said Bert.

‘Well next time, send someone else,’ said Tia cockily

The other three men in the room shook their heads in complete disagreement. They certainly wouldn’t mind coming again, if only to take more video footage for YouTube. The paramedic thought about what he had just said and immediately retracted.

‘It won’t be much though – perhaps the price of a cup of tea.’

‘Ok gentlemen, sorry to push you out but I definitely need an ice bath after that,’ said Tia.

‘Er… Do you want me to run it for you?’ said one of the firemen.

Chapter 9: Bendy Carla

It won’t be long now, she thought as the ice cubes floated by her side. Her mobile phone began vibrating on the rim of the bath.

‘Hi.’

‘Hi.’

‘How are you?’

‘In bloody agony!’

‘Tia, sweetheart, I did say… don’t overdo it.’

‘No, the water. I think I’ve put too much ice in. It’s fucking freezing!’

‘I better come ‘round then. I think you need a rub down and a nice hot cup of cocoa.’

‘Hurry up then!’

Ten minutes later they were both back on the sofa relaxing. For the benefit of Patrick’s heart, Tia had decided to wear her baggy, cosy Tatty Ted onezee, effectively hiding her perfect, erotic form. Patrick sank back into the cushions and slowly sipped his cocoa.

‘I’ve invited my best friend, Carla and her husband over on Christmas eve.’

‘Heavens, that’s crept up on us fast,’ said Patrick.

‘Now, I wonder why? …I was hoping to be with you on Christmas day but I suppose you’ll be with your family?’ said Tia tactfully.

‘No, no… I’d love to spend Christmas with you… if you don’t mind having me?’

Patrick rarely spoke about his family. Tia never probed, she detected issues and left it at that.

‘So then, who’s Carla?’ asked Patrick cheerfully.

‘My best friend. Remember Tim, her husband – fastened the loop on the ceiling. The least I could do. Besides, she’s desperate to see the new man in my life.’

‘That’ll be nice, who’s he then?’

‘Funny! …You’ll like her, very bubbly but I don’t think she’s all that flexible.’

‘Well thank god for that! I’m sure the bubbles will be more than sufficient!’

‘Thought you ought to see another side of me other than contortion and mind-blowing sex.’

‘Does she know about…?’

‘…My bendiness? No, hasn’t a clue, and don’t you dare say anything.’

‘Wouldn’t dream of it… You better come up with a better explanation for that loop in the ceiling though,’ said Patrick, glancing at the steel loop. ‘What time are we socialising then?’

‘Seven-thirty.’

‘I’ll be here.’

Patrick was getting used to being greeted at the door by his gorgeously presented girlfriend – makeup applied perfectly, her hair perfectly styled – more often than not, wearing little more than a loose-fitting dressing gown. There was, of course, a good reason for all this – sex, contortion, unbelievable sex, and more unbelievable contortion. Sometimes it happened that there was someone else at the door like the window cleaner or the milkman or even a Jehovah’s Witness. Fortunately, her dignity would always be intact but it didn’t take much imagination to figure out exactly what delights were beneath her dressing gown.

On this occasion, however, Tia was dressed casually in tracksuit bottoms and a baggy ‘T’ shirt with her hair up in a ponytail. Heavy rimmed spectacles drew attention from her beautiful eyes and a lack of any makeup dampened her sexual tease. Patrick, as usual, was in his suit and a crisp white shirt. It was indelicate of him to say anything but her appearance didn’t go unnoticed.

‘Ah… should have warned you – always advisable to dress down for my friends. Tim will probably still have his work overalls on,’ said Tia.

‘No worries, I’ll take my jacket and tie off... when are they due?’

‘They’ll be here any minute.’

‘Patrick, there’s something you need to know… I should have told you before but...’

‘Go on…’

‘I lead somewhat of a double life.’

She raised her baggy ‘T’ shirt to reveal a heavily padded vest around her waist.

‘What the?’

‘I’m not a nurse, I polish floors at the hospital. If I presented myself at work like I do to you I wouldn’t survive a day, I’d be badgered constantly by my bitchy overweight workmates. My 16-inch waist would jump out like a third leg.’

‘You really are full of surprises! You look quite cute in glasses.’ said Patrick with a chuckle.

‘Clear lenses... and my name isn’t Tia… it’s Rita, short for Margherita and it’s not Lafete, it’s Taylor… and I’m not the slightest bit French.’

‘I did wonder where your French accent had disappeared to.’

This was an awful lot for Patrick to take in. Fortunately, at that moment, the doorbell rang which completely interrupted his train of thought.

Tia introduced Carla to Patrick – she swooned a little followed by a childish giggle.

‘Wow, how have you managed to collar a dreamboat like him?’ she asked.

Tia scowled but Patrick remained the perfect gentleman, took her hand and kissed it and then took her coat off her. Patrick now turned to Tim – a powerful handshake from both sides. Tim looked Patrick up and down, Patrick looked Tim up and down.

‘Sorry, I feel such a twat in this suit,’ said Patrick after an awkward moment of silence.

‘No, no, perhaps I should have made an effort,’ apologised Tim.

‘Bit of a rush, come straight from work – haven’t had time to change,’ lied Patrick.

‘Me too!’ said Tim.

The evening went well. Tia had cooked a three-bird roast with all the trimmings which they all devoured with enthusiasm.

‘Brought a game with us… guess?!’ sparked Carla excitedly.

‘What game?’ asked Rita (Tia).

‘Well, it can only be one game. I was lucky, last one on the shelf, all sold out… you must have seen that video on YouTube – everybody’s talking about it – it’s gone mega-viral.’ said Carla.

‘Enlighten me,’ said Tia keeping a straight face.

‘The 999 rubber-girl, absolutely unbelievable. You’ve not seen it?’ enquired Carla.

‘No, no… doesn’t ring a bell,’ lied Tia.

‘You are kidding me? It’s like her bones are made of rubber – never seen anything like it – you’ve got to see her. Must be the wonder of the century… Actually, she looks vaguely like a thinner version of you,’ said Carla.

‘Some taken,’ said Tia.

‘I think it’s all a fake,’ muttered Tim. ‘Do anything with these video apps nowadays.’

‘So… I take it you’ve brought ‘Twister’ with you,’ said Patrick intelligently.

‘Give the man a biscuit!’ said Carla.

Patrick topped up the drinks whilst Carla took it upon herself to move the furniture and lay out the game sheet out on the carpet. She seemed very eager to play.

The first few minutes into the game offered little of a challenge but as the arrow was spun by all, the moves became more and more challenging. Tia kept giving Patrick sly glances. Naturally, they had loads of fun falling under and over each other – it was a proper icebreaker. The biggest problem, however, was that Tia had to restrict her suppleness significantly – to the extent of making Carla appear far more flexible than herself. Carla spun the arrow, it landed on ‘yellow left foot’. The only way she could complete her move was to do the splits across the floor. Carla cheekily smiled and then slowly spread her legs across the floor into the splits.

‘Take that 999 rubber-girl!’ jeered Carla, slightly wincing in her unaccustomed position.

‘Well, I can’t compete with that!’ said Patrick. ‘Carla is clearly the winner.’

As it happened, Carla was quite pleased that the game was declared over. She discretely concealed the modest pain from her suddenly overstretched hamstring.

‘Didn’t know you could do the splits, very impressed,’ praised Tia.

‘Oh yes, actually I’m quite supple – can get myself into quite a few advanced positions, can’t I Tim? You ought to do a bit of stretching… lots of benefits,’ said Carla.

‘I think I might,’ said Tia.

‘Improves your sex life no end,’ Carla whispered loudly into Tia’s ear. ‘Shall I show you my crab?’

‘Er… if you must,’ said Tia uneasily.

Without hesitation, Carla lay on her back and wriggled upwards into a crab position. It was not what you would class as a backbend but vaguely heading that way.

‘Very impressive,’ said Tia as convincing as she could.

‘Are we going to play Mysterium, now?’ asked Tim – trying his best to move on from this clearly embarrassing display from his partner.

‘God, you and your new game! He’s brought this new game Mysterium – all the rage apparently… It’s up to Tia and Patrick.’ said Carla, straightening herself out.

‘Yes, yes. Don’t mind,’ said Tia.

‘Sounds mysterious,’ added Patrick.

After a short wine break, another game was draped across the carpet.

‘We should have played this on the dining table - would have been far more comfortable,’ said Tia.

‘I’m fine, can’t speak for everyone else,’ said Carla.

‘Cosier down on the rug!’ said Patrick.

‘Man after my own heart,’ said Carla.

‘I don’t think so!’ snapped Tia.

Tia was right, it would have been much more comfortable at the table but Carla was clearly accustomed to getting her own way. Being a perfect gentleman (to Tia’s irritation), Patrick had condescended to her wishes. All four sprawled on the carpet around the game, kneeling and sitting crossed legged. After a few turns of the dice, Carla decided it was time to show off again and awkwardly, just about managed to put her chubby legs into a lotus position.

‘There, that’s much more comfortable,’ Carla winced.

‘Wow! Is there no end to your talents? You are flexible,’ said Tia condescendingly.

‘Oh, this? My legs just fall naturally into the lotus position,’ Carla lied.

‘You’ll have to give me lessons… doesn’t it hurt?’ asked Tia.

‘No, not at all,’ Carla lied again as one of her knees made a loud cracking sound.

No longer could contain herself. She began to make it obvious that she was uncomfortable sitting crossed legged on the floor and began to excessively fidget.

‘Go on, see if your legs will go into the lotus position, it really is a comfortable way to sit on the floor,’ said Carla.

‘Carla sweet, not everyone is as supple as you,’ said Tim.

Tia put on an act, attempting without success to bend her legs into a lotus position.

‘No, it’s no good, they won’t go. I’ll have to do something though – I’m so uncomfortable… Oh, I know… a little party trick of mine,’ said Tia glibly.

Innocently, hands-free, she raised her left foot up, passed it over her head and down her back. She quickly did the same with the other foot. Now, with both legs behind her, she arranged them into a loose lotus position at the bottom of her back.

‘There, that’s better, much more comfortable,’ said Tia coyly, relaxing into the highly advanced position.

Naturally, Carla’s jaw dropped to the floor and Tim’s eyeballs almost popped out. Patrick had seen it all before and continued to shake the dice.

‘Holy crap!’ shrieked Carla. ‘How the hell have you done that!’

‘Done what?’ said Tia innocently. ‘Oh… this… I suppose you’ll find out eventually… I happen to be the 999 rubber-girl…. Now, are we all ready for the Christmas pudding?’

Chapter 10: Two of everything.

As Carla mentioned, the first video, uploaded by one of the firemen, had gone well and truly viral. It featured Tia doing an insanely extreme backbend with her thin waist somehow trapped inside a lotus position. The sequel – the video of her amazing suspended 360° split went viral almost the instant it was uploaded. Within days, an HD version was being sold on Blu ray to help support the firemen’s families. Revenue was coming in thick and fast for the emergency services. Consequently, television companies, magazines and the press were hankering for some of the action. After almost no thought at all, she decided it was time to stop dressing down as Rita and polishing floors, so she handed in her notice.

As time went by, her body became more and more accustomed to her astonishing positions. Performing her private shows for Patrick was the best encouragement she could have wished for. The sight of him being turned on whilst she contorted to the extreme always made her push herself to the limit. In Patrick’s company, contorting her body was equally arousing for her – unless the position became painful… but she could go a long way before that happened. Patrick got to know her many staggeringly advanced positions but the sheer extent of her bending ability never ceased to amaze and sexually excite him.

The most common position she used for sex and lovemaking with Patrick was her own particular Di Mario Knot – both legs folded behind her back. Of course, this was nowhere near the limit of her incredible flexibility but even so, the sexual pleasure whilst in this position was heaven – for both of them.

Come evening time, she would always be ready, warmed up and waiting for him. When bending to Tia’s extent, it was much more comfortable to do it naked but if she did choose to wear something slinky and sexy it was never long before it was discarded, revealing her extraordinary body to her lover. Her naked form was undoubtedly perfection – skin perfect, silky smooth without a blemish or whisker of unsightly hair. Not a single ounce of fat would she allow to settle anywhere, allowing her to get into so many extreme and tight positions with ease. With no padding to talk of, the outline of every ripple of muscle, rib and vertebra could be seen beneath her perfectly toned skin. Not only was she astonishingly flexible, she was also the epitome of fitness.

‘Can you touch your toes?’ she asked one evening whilst wearing an extremely sexy see-through negligee.

‘Yes, I think so,’ said Patrick.

He managed to touch his toes quite easily.

‘Very good,’ she jeered ‘but can you lick your bottom?’ she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

‘Well… obviously, I can’t… but no doubt… Er, where are we going with this?’

‘Just asking a simple question…’

‘You can then… lick your own bottom?’ Patrick reiterated the question.

‘Of course, it’s what I do to warm up sometimes. I can do it both ways... watch.’

‘Oh god… here we go.’

‘First and most importantly I free myself of cumbersome clothes.’

She took off her negligee to reveal nothing more than an extremely brief thong – far too skimpy to be called a bikini bottom.

‘Heartbeat seriously rising!’ moaned Patrick.

‘Anything else rising?’

‘Naturally!’

‘Good… The front way... you’ll be impressed with this pose, it’s easy but looks really freakish. First I touch my toes.’

Her hands dropped to her toes.

‘Then I get through my legs.’

She slid easily through her perfectly straight legs and splayed her arms out behind her knees.

‘And then… I pull myself up.’

She grasped hold of her bottom, now hovering above her and pulled and pushed her body upwards. She continued pulling and pushing, insanely tightening the loop of waist around her pelvis until most of her upper body was above her folded buttocks. It was an extreme frontbend, to put it mildly. A front bend like nothing Patrick had ever imagined. Her breasts unnaturally hovered comfortably above her pert buttocks. As a bonus, the extreme position presented Tia with a perfect view of her arsehole.

‘Wow! That’s extraordinary… awesome!’

‘Told you, you’d be impressed… a position useful for checking my piles.’

She held the remarkable position for a moment and then unfolded and straightened up.

‘Now the back way… another way to check the state of my poo hole.’

Without any preparation, she dropped her head and shoulders backwards until her upper spine was completely folded in half – a perfect tight backbend. The back of her head now rested firmly on her firm buttocks.

‘All I have to do now... is do a little twist...’ she gasped.

She proceeded to twist her neck and some of her folded spine around until she was looking directly into her cute little bum hole. She held the position for a few seconds and then restored herself to normal.

‘Well… that was also awesome… too.’

‘I don’t think you’ll find many people who are able to inspect their own bum hole,’

‘Perhaps that’s a blessing… Not something people commonly desire to do. Out of sight, out of mind,’

‘I find it quite fascinating; plenty of animals can do it!’

‘I rest my case.’

‘Anyway, I’m warmed up now, let’s have some fun,’ she said with an enticing grin.

It was definitely becoming Patrick’s most favourite room. His own bedroom was masculine, drab, often cold and recently, hardly ever used. Tia’s bedroom was always warm, the sheets and duvet were always crisp and clean and the well-used king-sized bed was sumptuous and roomy. Some sort of pleasant aroma gently filled the room giving a calming, relaxing influence to what, more often than not turned out to be a passionate and highly physical experience.

Tia always began by removing her clothes and doing a few highly advanced stretches on the rug next to the bed.

‘What shall we do, watch TV or shall we… play?’ she asked, with her legs arranged into an extraordinary, albeit a neat tangle behind her back.

‘What do you think?’ said Patrick, revealing his highly aroused condition.

Tia gasped at the sight of his love stick, in particular, its generous proportions. Despite its obvious peculiarity, it seemed to be increasing in size by the day. She realised it was time to get serious and get her body into a position worthy of what Patrick had to offer. She lay back on the bed with her head supported on a couple of plumped pillows, she effortlessly raised both legs, passing them over her head and proceeded to hook her feet under the headboard. Now with her legs out of the way, behind her, she clasped her hands around her buttocks, breathed out and bent forwards, completely doubling up her spine until her lips and tongue were firmly in contact with the fleshy lips of her cute little pussy. She held the position, licking her parts for a few moments and then partially unfolded to reveal a big cheeky grin on her face.

‘You are just unreal! No one ever told you, coming down on yourself is supposed to be anatomically impossible for a woman... and you... you amazing girl, can do it both ways, backwards and forwards,’ said a stunned Patrick.

‘Didn’t you know? Achieving the impossible is my favourite pastime... Autocunnilingus it’s called... My favourite way is this way,’ said Tia as she proceeded to fold in her spine forwards again until her mouth was hovering closely over her inviting pussy.

‘Look... I can kiss my own lips and get my tongue right inside... I can easily make myself come... shall I show you?’ Tia chirped.

‘No, you’ll go blind and besides, that’s my job!’ said Patrick sternly.

Tia feigned a sulk and leant back onto the pillows.

‘Have you ever tried… you know... sucking on your todger?’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not double jointed!’

‘Lots of men can do it, you know… and the longer it is, the easier it is. After a little bit of practice, you definitely shouldn’t have a problem,’ she said, gazing at his enormous, slightly unusual appendage. ‘If I’d got one of those, I think I’d be sucking it all the time.’

‘Well, take that as a blessing that you were not born as a man!’

Tia thought for a second and accepted that she was much better off being female in many, many ways.

‘Now we’re on the subject of todgers, is there… something odd about yours… not that that I’m complaining or anything,’ said Tia as tactfully as she could.

Patrick went silent for a moment – there was something important he had to tell her. ‘Ok... I suppose this is as good a time as ever... I have a sort of abnormality.’

‘I wouldn’t say it’s abnormal, far from it, just a little... offset.’

‘That’s because I have diphallia.’

‘Dip what? A disease?’ said Tia, backing off from him.

‘No... I have two... penises.’

‘Course you have… and I have two arse holes. Where’s the other one, then?’ said Tia sarcastically

‘It’s taken years for me to master… but now I can will one to stay soft while the other is… functioning.’

‘You’re winding me up? I can’t see another one,’ said a flummoxed Tia, moving his severely erect man part to one side so she could have a good examination

‘I’ve collapsed it into my scrotum... watch.’

Suddenly, a fold of skin above his scrotum erupted and out popped another soft penis which quickly grew to match the solidity of its brother.

‘Oh my god! That’s crazy!’ shrieked Tia, spontaneously letting go of what she was gently caressing.’

‘You can talk... lying there with your legs tucked behind your back,’ retaliated Patrick.

‘No, that really, really is bonkers! I thought there was something odd… God, seeing that has made me so, so fruity...’

‘You don’t know how much of a relief it is... letting him out of the bag!’

‘Come on then, let’s experiment.’

‘Do you think... you could take both?’ asked Patrick cautiously.

‘Don’t see why not, everything’s stretchy on my body... Just take it steady.’

Moments later, after a little gentle persuasion, Patrick had fully penetrated with both his prize possessions. Tia gasped as a few of her internal organs moved over to make way.

It was a perfect position for kissing and caressing whilst Patrick performed like a steam train.

‘Slow down… roadrunner… as incredible as it is, having two love shafts... perhaps you are... a little too much for me,’ she said, interrupted by the inevitable moans and groans.

Spontaneously, she moved her lips away from Patrick’s, unhooked her legs from under the headboard and folded them neatly together, behind her back. Patrick had no choice but to withdraw his throbbing shafts.

‘I’ve got a plan,’ she said thoughtfully.

It was now time to perform a new position – she knew she could go a lot further with her front bending than she had previously demonstrated. With her folded legs out of the way and behind her back, she grasped her buttocks and pulled herself forward. Steadily, her upper body began to fold in half. Her waist and ribcage somehow came together and amalgamated into each other. The result of this astounding front bend was that her chin now firmly rested on her pubic bone immediately above her pussy.

‘The benefit… of having ribs removed. Over to you,’ whispered Tia, struggling to talk with her lungs now compressed.

Patrick immediately realised her intentions with her mouth now being in such close proximity to her pussy. He gently pulled her absurdly contorted form over to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor. In one steady motion, Patrick’s highly charged offerings penetrated together; one into her now moist lady sandwich and the other in through her equally moist lips. It was pure, absolute bliss for both of them. Tia could now comfortably accommodate both his pulsating shafts in the most enjoyable, bizarre way imaginable. For the very first time, Patrick was having both his man parts pleasured in different ways. For Tia, it was perfect, being rogered intensely by her man whilst at the same time swallowing deeply on his bonus feature.

Patrick had no idea if both would erupt at the same time or if there would be a staggered double thrill. The answer to his uncertainty was answered moments later as both ejaculated at the same time.

Tia uncurled her spine and laid back on her folded legs. Never more so was she grateful for her incredible flexibility.

‘Now that… was something else!’ exclaimed Tia.

‘It really does get better every time!’ said Patrick in agreement.

Tia didn’t bother untangling herself; she was completely comfortable with her legs folded together, down her back. She shuffled up to the pillows, Patrick lay beside her.

‘Think we could eventually get used to this?’ she asked, casually referring to the tangle of limbs she remained in and both Patrick’s man parts still moderately enlarged.

‘Not possible, you’ll never cease to amaze me… and if you don’t untangle yourself pretty soon… and cover up a bit, I’ll be wanting to go again – look my jellies are setting already.’

‘So… what do you call your jellies… todgers… hot dogs, then? With such an abundance of assets, you must have given them names?’ asked Tia, it was an intimate question but deserved an answer.

‘Sorry?’

‘Come on, everybody has a name for their private bits.’

‘Obviously, I have missed out on something important in life then, not christening them. I gather you have a name for your…?

‘Poppy,’ she said positively, looking down at her hairless pussy.

‘Poppy? Well, from now on, I’ll look at your pussy in a very different light,’ said Patrick.

Tia gently unfolded herself, her legs flopped forward into a normal state, and then she slid under the bed covers. Patrick remained on top.

‘I think I’ll call them Pinky and Perky. Perky for the well-used one and Pinky for the new boy,’ she said wisely.

‘If you must… Whilst we’re on the subject of names… if you’re going to be famous, you’ll have to think of a catchy name for yourself,’ said Patrick.

Now that his eyes were free from any distraction, he was able to quickly shrink down Pinky and place it back inside his scrotum pouch. He could also act as a responsible manager.

‘Never thought about it… I suppose, going on current trends, it has to be a name with a ‘Z’ in it somewhere… or at the very least Russian sounding. Or… I could just be known as Bendy Wendy.’

‘How about T-I-A-Z… Tears,’ suggested Patrick.

‘Clever, I approve! Tiaz… I’ve been known to make people cry,’ said Tia cheerfully.

A moment of silence passed before Tia had something pertinent to ask.

‘So… has it caused you any problems?’

‘What?’

‘Having two…?’

‘Not at all. Can’t imagine what it would be like with only one – like only having one hand or ear or eye or foot. Surely, it’s more natural to have two. I used to have issues going to the toilet but now I can control which one I pee out of. The only downside, there’s more of me to keep clean!’

‘Scrupulously I hope! … Your previous girlfriends… what did they think?’

‘Never let them see both, you are very privileged.’

‘I suppose we’re both freaks of nature then,’ said Tia carefully.

‘Perfectly matched then?’ said Patrick.

Chapter 11: Whipped cream!

‘Good, good, good evening! … Welcome to the Saturday night show! And what a line-up we have for you tonight – absolutely no holes barred... no holes at all. Yes, yes... we have… the pirate himself… Johnny Leap!’

The audience whooped and applauded.

‘The epitome of beauty…. Angelina Joyful! … yes, yes, I know!’

The audience whistled and applauded some more.

‘We have royalty… yes, ladies and gentleman… roy – al – ty. We have the one and only… Prince Larry!’

The audience whooped and gasped.

‘And finally, last but certainly not least, our most special, unusual, incredibly talented guest. Ladies and gentlemen, I am thrilled and delighted to tell you that we have the internet sensation, the phenomenon of the century right here, right now on this very show … performing for you… yes, you all know who I’m talking about…’

The audience spontaneously erupted into whistles, screams and claps.

‘The truly amazing Tiaz!!’ said the host as loudly as she could.

Tiaz was scheduled to appear after all the other stars had had their chat and banter with the host – being last was a precautionary measure due to the nature of her act.

The celebrities appeared, one by one, all having a self-indulgent session with the host. Eventually, the couch was full except for a reserved space next to the host. After what seemed like forever but was only twenty minutes, it was time for Tiaz to come on set. Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest arrangement to be last as the audience had become steadily restless and impatient despite the high calibre of guests.

‘Now… ladies and gentlemen – definitely NOT, boys and girls – put them to bed, now! The moment has finally arrived, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. A little warning to you all… what you are about to see, you may find deeply disturbing, and shocking... after all, we aim to please. Get prepared for an act that will disturb you and will literally bring Tiaz to your eyes... can’t wait. So… seriously, this is your one-minute warning, if you have a weak heart or a nervous disposition, I suggest you change channel now or leave the studio,’ cautioned the host.

Naturally, none of the audience left but instead, intensified their whooping and screaming.

‘Ladies and gentlemen tonight, please welcome… for the very first time on British television… the sensation… the epitome of human achievement… the one and only… 999 rubber-girl… Tiaz!’

Tia entered onto the set to gasps and wows from the highly-strung audience. The cosy-living-room styled set did nothing to ease her nerves although she had no doubt that her talents were about to astound everyone and that excited her. In her normal, un-contorted state, she was already raising many heart rates. For a change, she wasn’t almost naked but wore a dress, albeit a shockingly short and skimpy one. It almost covered, what appeared to be the sheerest of body stockings. Without argument, she was the ultimate in what a woman could offer to sexually excite a man. Her body oozed sex appeal and her form was stunningly beautiful – this was in addition to her remarkable ability she had yet to demonstrate. Immediately the men on the couch crossed their legs for obvious reasons. The flimsy, obscenely short dress failed completely to hide her astoundingly erotic figure. Another chorus of whistles and gasps came loudly from the audience. She sat down at the end of the line of celebrities, in her own chair, next to the host.

‘Oh, my! I’ve gone all creamy down below…and I’m straight,’ said the female host.

The audience burst into nervous laughter.

‘Tiaz… Tears…interesting name, is that because it brings tears to our eyes when we see you do what you can do?’ asked the host.

The audience and celebrities tittered nervously.

‘Could be… I suppose,’ said Tia hiding her nerves well, giving a mature answer while discretely wiping a bead of sweat off her forehead.

‘So, apparently, you were discovered through a bodycam video that went viral?’

‘Yes, actually two videos. I got stuck in a couple of positions – the firemen and paramedics untangled me from them.’

‘Firemen and paramedics?

‘No complaints, they looked after me well.’

‘I bet they did. Er… these positions… obviously, I’ve been online and seen them… as have millions of others… absolutely surreal… Not your everyday yoga positions, are they?’

‘I’m not your everyday yogi,’ said Tia.

Once again, the audience whooped and whistled - the celebrities nodded condescendingly.

‘I trust you’ll be showing us some of your talents shortly?’

‘I’ll do my best,’ said Tia, hoping the quick warm-up backstage was sufficient.

‘Tell us... have you always been boneless… insanely flexible?’

‘Err, yes, pretty much. My parents tried to discourage me from putting my legs in strange positions – they thought I would harm myself.’

‘But naturally, you carried on regardless?’

‘Of course, in my bedroom, doing homework and stuff, I was always in some sort of unnatural position.’

‘Like?’

‘…Backbends, Legs behind my back. Often slept through the night with my legs in strange places.’

‘Your legs… they seem to go on forever,’ said the host, desperately wanting to touch them even though she had always classed herself as a truly heterosexual woman.

‘Yes, they are pretty long, I wouldn’t be able to achieve such extreme positions with short legs,’

‘Extreme positions… why does that phrase sound so erotic coming from your lips? Is it possible to you show us a quick example... on this couch?’ asked the host softly and apprehensible.

‘I’ll have to take my dress off?’

‘I don’t know about that – shall we let Tiaz take her dress off? …Well you might as well, it’s not particularly hiding much,’ said the host.

Another wave of screams and cheers from the audience bombarded Tia’s ears. The celebs did their best to avoid showing any signs of being overshadowed by a new kid on the block but the audience was very fickle and made it clear exactly who the real star was. Tiaz had never been an exhibitionist – perhaps to Patrick somewhat but that was perfectly acceptable. Now it was time to spread her wings a little and lose some of her inhibitions. She stood up.

‘Could you undo me?’ she asked Prince Larry, with her back to him.

Remarkable, he managed to undo the zip down her back without standing up straight. She then removed her dress in the most evocative way possible. The sheerest of body stocking was now exposed. Nothing, absolutely nothing was left to the imagination. Normally such evocative attire wouldn’t be allowed on TV but Tia’s argument was that this was the only way she could be dressed to perform her unique abilities to the full.

‘Oh, my goodness!’ cried the host. ‘Whipped cream now available, God knows how you men are keeping things together!’

Without any preparation, Tia raised her right leg backwards and rested it on the top ledge of her seat. She then gently lowered herself back down onto the cushion. Her right leg had no option but to bend up against her back until she was sitting in a 270-degree split. The audience gasped, the guests grimaced and Tia smiled as her hip pleasurably dislocated. To finish off, she raised her left foot and manoeuvred it to the side of her tiny waist. She made the whole procedure seem so easy, so inconsequential but of course, it wasn’t – severe rotation and dislocation were going on within her perfect form.

‘An easy position… not really taxing myself,’ said Tia factually.

Everybody was stunned by the ease in which Tiaz so easily folded her perfect form. The host forced herself to ask something.

‘So, that doesn’t hurt you?’

‘No, not at all – easy as folding my arms,’ said Tia as she shuffled slightly.

‘How does it feel… when you are like this?’ asked the host.

‘Comfortable… relaxing.’

Tia wanted to say words like orgasmic, juicy, hot and sexy but it was not an appropriate occasion especially in front of millions of viewers.

The host nervously cleared her throat, ‘I’ve heard you’ve had work done on your body?’

Tia remained in the unnatural position, if anything, increasing her splits as she forced her bottom back into the corner on her seat.

‘Yes, to my ribs and pelvis.’

‘Why, was that necessary?’

‘It has allowed me to achieve some quite interesting positions.’

‘Interesting positions… a modest way of putting it, I suppose…. So, as a consequence, you’ve given yourself a Barbie doll figure?’ suggested the host.

‘I don’t know… that was never the intention. All I do know is that the changes have enabled me to contort myself further than anyone else,’ said Tia curtly.

‘Contort further… my gosh… Could we… see some of that now then?’ asked the host apprehensively.

This was Tia’s cue – she now had the floor to herself. You could clearly hear the audience taking a deep breath in anticipation of what they were about to witness. The position she was now in, was nothing to what was to come. Patrick was the first to see the position she was about to perform – her waist snugly inside her legs in a lotus position. The incentive then was to see him aroused – this pushed her beyond all limits. She had no such incentive now but since then, she had diligently practised this particular position and was confident that her hard work had paid off. Perhaps this position would never be child’s play but now it was consistently achievable. However, as always, she had to have an empty stomach, go into it slowly and be thoroughly warmed up. Even then there would be a certain amount of discomfort.

And then she realised that there was an incentive – a massive one. Millions upon millions of people were about to see her fold her body into such a twisted and contorted position that it beggared belief. Not only that, millions of people were about to get highly aroused, stunned and probably traumatized by her unique talent. Realistically, there was always a possibility that she could get aroused and climax in position but if it happened, so what – it was all good for her image.

The studio lights dimmed albeit a couple of spotlights trained on centre stage – all eyes were now on Tia – no one else.

She began from a standing position, falling into a tight backbend and then lowered herself down on to the floor. She was now in a classic backbend position, resting on her lower arms, head held high with her legs over the top of her and feet to the floor. She had been told that she had no more than three minutes to perform and demonstrate her talent, which was a pity. There was nothing Tia disliked more than rushing her routine and possibly a euphoric experience, which it could well be, performing in front of so many people. No matter, she gently straightened her legs and effortlessly brought them down either side of her head. She continued bringing her legs down and casually positioned them under her armpits. She was now doing a horizontal Ruppel-style backbend but very few knew the adopted terminology, they just knew it was certainly a sight for sore eyes. The audience clapped loudly but they somehow knew they had come to see a lot more than this. She lingered for a few moments and then began the process of bringing her torso through her legs. Her spine folded tighter and tighter and her hips now began to rotate, exceeding all-natural boundaries. Her legs continued to drop and her torso continued to rise – the audience began to quietly gasp as she displayed what was, until now, considered anatomically impossible. Moments later, both legs were impossibly lodged under her ribcage. The screams and groans from the audience encouraged her to continue, deepening the intensity of the unnatural fold in her incredibly ‘elastic’ spine. Finally, she reached her limit where both her legs were comfortably positioned loosely underneath her ribcage, either side of her waist. Before the audience had a chance to recover from deep shock and exasperation, she smoothly manoeuvred her legs into a lotus position, tightly around her waist. Once again, she was in the position that started it all – a surreal tight backwards loop in her body with her thin waist effectively trapped inside her own lotus poison. Strangely there was no pain or discomfort to speak of. She smiled and nodded to the audience.

Now it was time for the audience to explode. They screamed, whistled and groaned in delight – Tia absorbed the fuss like a rich medicine. The host had silently watched her from afar but now sidled up to her with her microphone in hand. She was visibly shaking.

‘That is just unbelievable… inhuman… bizarre… surely you must be in pain?’ she asked. It was a stupid question but it was all she could think off for the moment.

‘No, not at all,’ said Tia calmly.

‘I’m really am stuck for words. Even cartoon characters can’t do that. I can’t figure out what bits of you are where,’ she said in complete admiration and subdued shock. ‘Do you mind if I feel you to make sure you’re not an illusion?’

‘Go ahead.’

Tia wondered for a moment if a woman’s touch would get her aroused. The host homed in on a prominent bulge at the side of what she assumed was her hips.

‘What’s this lump?’ she asked whilst gently fondling it.

‘The ball of my thigh bone. I’ve taken my hip joints apart,’ said Tia calmly.

Immediately the host removed her hand from the bulge, ‘Oh my God! Fuck, fuck, fuck… sorry, edit that out.’

‘Do you want to see more?’ asked Tia teasingly.

Before the host had time to reply, Tia began twisting her upper body above her lotus position. She continued twisting until she was gazing directly over her severely distorted backside. Undoubtedly, she was a creature of pure beauty but with such a tangle of limbs and spine, twisted and folded to the extreme, in many people’s eyes, she was a very disturbing sight but never-the-less an intoxicating sight.

Suddenly there was a bang and to millions, the television picture moved off the spot. Tia had obviously affected someone a little too much.

‘Sorry ladies and gentlemen, that was a cameraman… I believe he’s fainted…and from what we’re witnessing here, I’m not surprised. I feel a little wobbly myself,’ said the host.

The cameraman wasn’t the only one to succumb to the alarming, highly freakish sight of a human being knotted up to such an extreme. Several members of the audience followed suit, passing out with the shock of what Tia was doing to her body. She was definitely making an impression. Then a kind of panic ensued. Perhaps Tia was proving too much for the general public and professionals alike. Security came on stage and escorted the celebs off the set much to their annoyance – and embarrassment. For some obscure reason, the men were unable to stand up straight.

Tia remained in her incredible position, even holding her spinal twist. It was an ethereal experience; no pain just waves of pleasure as she watched the evolving mayhem she was causing.

‘Please… untangle yourself. We didn’t expect this kind of reaction,’ said the host apologetically.

‘But… but I have forty seconds left!’ complained Tia.

Tia was naturally frustrated. Not because her TV spot was to end prematurely but because she was almost on the verge of climaxing in front of millions. Suddenly she had become an exhibitionist in every sense. She feasted on the effect she was having on people. So many people watching her, it was like an ecstatically pleasurable waking dream.

The show was paused for an hour and then resumed with the guests back on the couch - less Tiaz. The powers that be, decided to broadcast the program complete with Tia’s act and the mayhem that ensued, as scheduled, on the following day, provided that it was shown no earlier than 10:30 pm. It could only help the dwindling viewing figures. Naturally, the program made world-wide news. This was good for all concerned.

Tia now had the tee shirt.

Chapter 12: Absolute agony.

It was the day after the airing of the show. Patrick and Tia sifted through a pile of newspapers.

‘This is a joke! You’re mentioned on the front page of everyone but… no photos.’

‘They can’t show them. Apparently, my unique presentation falls into the same category as hard porn… and deemed exceptionally disturbing. Even with my bits covered up!’ said Tia.

‘Well I suppose that’s understandable but how frustrating though,’ said Patrick poignantly.

‘Not really. The more I’m censored, the more people will be desperate to see me. Besides, pictures of me are all over the internet… and they did show the program in the end… So, what did you think of my performance?’

‘Let’s put it like this – I was horny even before you started. You do realise there’s now a shortage of men’s size tissues in the supermarkets… Millions of lonely, frustrated men, Sherman-tanking themselves watching you last night – probably are at this very moment, if they’re watching it on catch-up.’

‘Oh my god – you think so? Don’t know whether that’s a good thing or bad. Do you think I played on the erotica little too much?’ asked Tia, genuinely concerned.

‘Tia, you couldn’t do chaste if you tried... You’ve got it, so flaunt it… as long as I don’t get pushed out.’

‘Sweetheart, don’t be silly, as if I could.’ Tia leaned over to give Patrick a kiss. ‘If you are uncomfortable with any of this, just say and I’ll restrict my talents for your eyes only.’

‘That would be selfish – the world has a right to see what you can do.’

‘A right?’

‘Well, perhaps not a right but … why should I be the only one to appreciate your unique talents?’

‘Because you’re the one I’ve waited for, for so many years. If you hadn’t come into my life, I may never have opened up to anyone – just kept my little hobby to myself.’

They quietly kissed and cuddled letting time drift by – any fool could see they were deeply in love with each other but admitting it to each other was avoided for now.

‘Tell you something else I noticed though!’ said Patrick breaking off for a moment.

‘Do tell!’

‘It wasn’t just me and millions of others getting turned on…’

‘Oops, was it that obvious!? All those people watching me, I felt sooo good.’

‘Better than me watching you then?’ asked Patrick.

‘Difficult. I think I need to you to watch me so I can compare.’

‘Watch you doing what for instance?’ said Patrick innocently.

‘Oh, I don’t know… drying my hair, cooking a meal… bending?’

‘You could try this bending thing you’re pretty good at. Anything particular in mind?’ asked Patrick glibly.

‘Actually, there is something I want to try.’

‘Here we go… As much as it’s going to excite me… the responsibility falls on my shoulders to caution you... I hope you’re not going to be stupid and hurt yourself?’ said Patrick in his wise and caring mode.

‘Oh, I won’t be hurting myself, far from it… It was weird, I was in the most twisted and knotted up position the world has probably ever witnessed and there was no discomfort – no pain whatsoever. It was… easy. I was perfectly relaxed. I think that’s why I was getting so aroused.’

‘I’m not surprised, millions of people watching you. Let’s face it, even without you tying a knot in yourself, the body stocking alone was enough to make the Pope horny!’

‘It was a Leotard!’

‘Yes, right. And which sex shop did you buy it from?’

‘Bought it online… five-denier Lycra leotard!’

‘Hmmm!’

‘It is a fact though, since I pushed myself beyond my limits for the emergency services, I seem to have come on leaps and bounds.’

‘So, what’s next in your big plan then?’ asked Patrick.

‘Being as you’re my manager, I thought you could arrange an appearance on Japanese TV.’

‘Japan?!’

‘They’re obsessed with human extremes, especially contortionists. They go all analytical – set up challenges – measure things.’

‘Don’t see why not. Quite fancy a trip to Tokyo. Leave it to me.’

‘And… I quite fancy having a go on that Zip wire everybody’s on about in North Wales.’

‘Well, we can do that anytime.’

‘Not the way I want to do it!’

‘Now, why am I not surprised about that!’ mocked Patrick and then changed the subject. ‘So… when are you going to try this new position then?’

‘Later, this evening, I thought, after a nice relaxing soak in the bath.’

‘Can’t wait… may take a sedative!’

The day dragged for Patrick, the thought of his gorgeous girlfriend trying something new made him palpitate. He was always torn: On the one hand, he cared deeply for her. The last thing he wanted was her to get carried away and injure herself. On the other, he wanted her to blow his mind in the most astonishing, arousing way possible.

The day went quickly for Tia – she decided to go out shopping but as it happened, spent most of the time signing autographs - hundreds of them. Countless times she was asked to demonstrate her skills but always declined. ‘You can watch me performing on my website, it’s only £50 for a whole year’s membership,’ she would often reply.

Finally, it was evening. Tia had previously relaxed in a nice hot bath, making her muscles and ligaments nice and loose and ready to stretch beyond belief.

‘You better set up the video camera.’ She reminded Patrick.

They had wisely decided to video all Tia’s private performances. Some of the footage was definitely far too explicit to be shared but what remained would, no doubt, make its way onto her member’s website and inevitably, as a poor copy, onto YouTube.

Removing her dressing gown, she revealed a new, extremely brief, pink coloured bikini – mostly made out of string rather than any amount of material – no doubt perfect for any new adventurous position. She began by sliding down into an easy splits position with her right leg behind her. Gently, she folded her spine backwards on to the leg behind her, forming a tight backbend. As before, her rib cage fully opened and her head rested on the back of her knee. A few seconds later she straightened up and then did another kind of backbend altogether. This time, she kept her back perfectly straight and let her hip joint take every bit of the bend in a controlled backwards motion. Normal hip joints only take a small amount of backwards rotation but Tia’s hips were anything but normal. Her whole back was now flat to her leg – her right leg completely hinged backwards at the hip. She had been in this unnatural state many times before but every time, produced no less of a thrill. The jostling and popping of her joint within her pelvis triggered a very satisfying sensation. Normally for anyone else, this would be a serious affair but Tia had developed an ability to do this with her hips without pain, discomfort or damage. She lay there for a while occasionally shuffling and tensing certain muscles to intense her unnatural position. As per usual, Patrick was already getting horny. The sight of her lying there on the floor with one leg so unnaturally under her back, as though she had been involved in some kind of horrific motoring accident, was incredibly arousing for him.

‘Are you ok… not stuck, are you?’

‘Don’t be silly, just enjoying myself,’

Now her hip joint was loosened, she raised herself up into a normal splits position.

‘Could you raise the leg behind me?’ she asked, with her eyes closed.

With only the barest hesitation, Patrick held her left foot and lifted her leg slowly. He really didn’t want to hurt her although he knew from past experience, she could easily take this particular stretch.

‘Keep going, keep going!’ demanded Tia.

Moments later her right leg was almost vertical and aligned with her back. With her left leg straight out in front of her, she was more or less in a perfect 270° oversplits position.

‘More?’ asked Patrick.

‘Of course, don’t stop until I say so,’ said Tia bossily, continuing to keep her eyes closed and enjoying the sensation of being stretched by her lover.

Patrick dutifully did what he was told and continued, bringing her abused leg forwards, past her shoulder and downwards towards her other leg. As before, her separated legs were closing in together, with the surreal 360° splits in sight.

‘Hold it there, sweetheart,’ Tia uttered, calmly.

It was now time to strike a pose, she brought her foot down to the floor, beside her knee of her outstretched left leg. She flexed her upper body backwards and smiled at the camera.

‘Definitely a memorable pose,’ said Patrick as calmly as he could.

‘You’ve seen nothing yet… watch this for a memorable pose!’

Keeping her body arched backwards, she slowly straightened out her right leg, the one insanely folded backwards at her hips and effortlessly lowered it down towards the floor. Impossibly, her leg continued to rotate around her pelvis until her feet came together – her legs were now, near enough parallel and together.

‘My God! That is just… bizarre! 360° oversplits – and you’re not even in-between your legs,’ Patrick gasped.

‘God, this is… bliss… Told you, every day I can go further,’ she uttered quietly, fully immersed in the enjoyable experience.

Any pain or discomfort she previously experienced when in such an advanced position was now a thing of the past. Belying the insane formation of her body and limbs, she settled, comfortably and indefinitely into the position.

After a minute or so, she proceeded to ease her body all the way forwards until she was in-between her legs, still split apart by 360 degrees. She relaxed, resting her head on the knee of her left leg.

‘I think I’ll settle in this position for a few minutes – any idea what we could do to while the time away?’

‘I know what I’d like to do… roger you senseless but obviously that’s not…’ suggested Patrick.

‘Ok, do it.’ she interrupted, casually.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, I’ll definitely hurt you, like that… Sweetheart, why are you trembling?’

Tia was indeed trembling with anticipation because she had dreamt about this moment for many days. This was the ‘something’ she longed to experience. It wasn’t a new position for her but it would certainly be a new way to be penetrated. Patrick had now had his way with her many times whilst she was in all manner of weird and surreal positions – and it was always wonderful. However, she had improved markedly over recent days and could now remain comfortably in far more advanced positions – in particular, the 360° splits – the position she happened to be currently in. The thought of being rogered in such a remarkably, insane position, made her tremble with pleasure. On the negative side, both her legs folded in opposing direction were stretching her pussy skin tighter than spandex on a fat man. However, on the positive side, the arrangement of her legs gave Patrick perfect access – it just had to be the ultimate way to be fucked.

‘Do it!’ she demanded. ‘But, be gentle, My skin’s pretty pingy down there.’

‘One or both?’ asked Patrick considerately.

‘Probably wise to leave Pinky out of this.’

In anticipation of what was to come, she had applied copious amounts of baby oil to her lady parts. Tia shuddered with pleasure as Patrick’s strong hands lifted her contorted form onto the coffee table. Without any delay, Patrick moved the crutch of her extremely brief panties to one side, supported himself and gently slid his huge, rock hard Perky into Tia’s highly stretched Poppy. Tia immediately screamed out, not with pain but with absolute ecstasy. With little effort on Patrick’s behalf – a few seconds later, she had one of the best orgasms of her life. Never before had she experienced such unabated, sexual pleasure.

‘Shit, shit! Pinky’s waking up. This is too good to control him!’ shrieked Patrick.

‘Double barrel it is then… get on with it!’

‘Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘Just DO IT!’ screamed Tia.

The effects were predictable. Both of Patrick’s rock-hard members now penetrating Tia’s highly stretched pussy (with her legs in astonishing positions) brought on even more intense waves of extreme pleasure. She continued to scream and groan until Patrick also had his pleasure.

‘Told you it would get even better… It's over to you now,’ she said softly and breathlessly.

‘To do what for god’s sake!’

‘For you to finish off the position… continue folding my legs… into a lotus position!’

‘No way! No way on earth… and anyway, surely that’s impossible?’ snapped Patrick – recovering quickly from his memorable orgasm.

‘I’m sure I can do it… try… please,’ Tia pleaded whilst gently continuing to writhe in repeating waves of lasting pleasure.

Patrick knew there was no point in arguing, after all, folding his girlfriend into a position, beyond feasible limits was a request, hard to resist. As always, though, he was deeply concerned about hurting her. He thought he was beginning to get used to the surreal sights of his girlfriend knotted and folded up but he clearly wasn’t. He gasped inwardly at the extraordinary sight before him. It wasn’t so long ago that he genuinely thought that the 360° splits position was anatomically impossible – a position of pure fantasy. However, now his girlfriend, yes, his gorgeous girlfriend, was on the coffee table casually doing it – apparently without any discomfort. And now she wanted to bend her body even further!

Tia eased her body up and away from her legs as before. Patrick now had room to manoeuvre her legs into her desired position.

‘Left leg first!’ instructed Tia still deeply in pleasure land.

With her left leg not taxed in any way, it folded flat, easily – it was her other leg that was going to be the challenge.

‘Ok, now the other leg… gently,’ said Tia.

She knew her legs had been twisted before in this manner but never whilst in a 360° splits position. She was always prepared for pain, it was her body’s way of a warning – a warning to stop what she was doing. However, as before, she was using her orgasmic waves of pleasure to block any discomfort. To Patrick’s surprise, her leg rotated easily.

‘That’s soo nice,’ she whispered.

Easily, her leg that was unnaturally bent fully backwards but now in front of her body, twisted until it lined up with her other leg – both legs now flat together, knee upon ankle.

‘Hold it there… a second,’ she winced.

‘Tia this is madness! You’re in pain. You really are going to damage yourself!’

‘Rubbish! Ok... fold… together… into a lotus position… Take it steady,’ she gasped.

Her limbs offered little resistance to Patrick’s strong hands but this didn’t fool him. He knew Tia’s body was undergoing serious mistreatment – ligaments, tendons and joints all going well beyond their call of duty… but resigned himself into accepting the otherwise disturbing situation. Carefully he eased each of her feet over the other leg into a lotus knot. Once again, in a such a contorted position, the sight was truly beyond the imagination. She calmed herself and then gave her final instruction to Patrick, ‘Nearly there, could you tighten the lotus – push my legs together a little more?’ she asked softly.

‘Are you sure about this?’

‘Yes.’

Patrick applied moderate force to her thighs to bring them closer together. Her legs slid easily over each other with little resistance to form a tight lotus position. This squeeze of her highly contorted limbs brought on another intense orgasm.

‘Tell me… I’m amazing,’ she whispered softly.

‘Fucking amazing,’ he said, adding a little more impact to her claim.

For two or three minutes, more waves of pleasure flooded deeply through her body in absolute bliss. She did her best to muffle her screams of ecstasy but couldn’t. It was no longer Patrick’s actions but the incredible position she was now in that was causing her explosive orgasms. This was masturbation to the extreme but Patrick didn’t mind at all, just watching her bursts of elation made him extremely horny.

Lying before Patrick, she presented a supreme triumph in body control – without a doubt the ultimate in human contortion – now, ‘mind-blowing’ was an inadequate adjective. As ever, Patrick was simply stunned at the sight before him. If he wasn’t witnessing it himself, he wouldn’t have believed it. Yes, he was the sort that got highly turned on by a flexible woman but Tia’s achievements went into another realm altogether. It was truly enjoyably disturbing. Her legs were in a lotus position – ordinarily a relatively straightforward position but in this instance, her legs were in actual fact split 360° apart. Many would squirm at the sight before him. Many would feel nauseous. To many, this sight would leave a lasting imprint in their minds. Never-the-less the video camera was still running. It had captured everything – absolutely everything. Many parts would have to be deleted – Even without the sex, YouTube may still censor it – no matter, there was always Xvideo.

‘How long are you going to hold this one?’ Patrick asked.

‘All day of course!’

A minute later, Tia screamed out.

‘Shit! I’ve got cramp in my right leg!

‘So, you are human, then. Better untangle you,’ said Patrick caringly.

The euphoria of her orgasm had now faded giving way to the intense cramp pain.

‘Quick undo my legs,’ she cried.

Patrick opened up her tight lotus position and straightened out her left leg. Then he went to untwist her right leg – instantly she stopped him by screaming out loudly. Now there were no endorphins to block the pain, any movement of her dislocated hip exacerbated the cramp pain. She had to restore her body to normality and quickly before any damage was done… but the pain was intolerable – beyond belief. She was stuck in the most contorted position imaginable and the emergency service would definitely not come out again.

‘What the hell are we going to do?’ panicked Patrick.

‘You’re going to have to ignore my screams and straighten me up,’ said Tia, now with real tears rolling down her cheeks.

‘I can’t... how can I possibly bring myself to hurt you?’

‘You’ll have to stop loving me for a second or two… pass me that bottle of whiskey, a swig of it might help.’

‘The effects of alcohol aren’t that immediate,’ stated Patrick.

Tia gulped down half the bottle of whisky with Patrick’s help.

‘Okay, go for it! Do it now!’ demanded Tia.

Patrick really didn’t like this at all. Yes, he liked watching her contort, he liked sex with her very much but to inflict severe pain on his girlfriend was part of the deal. They both took a deep breath – Tia tensed herself. Patrick grasped hold of her ankle and knee and with one continuous motion, untwisted her leg and manoeuvred it backwards over her body. Tia screamed so loudly that Patrick was temporarily deafened. He knew it best not to linger so he lifted her off the table and into a standing position with both her legs falling into a natural position beneath her. He had felt it all – the looseness – the tendons twanging and then suddenly the ‘click’ as her joint went together. She was now back to normal, ending her screams but tears continued to roll down both cheeks.

‘Thank you,’ she said softly and breathlessly.

‘You’re welcome but please don’t make a habit of getting stuck like that. Has the cramp gone?’ asked Patrick.

‘Yes, still throbbing a bit though. Perhaps I wasn’t quite ready for that position. I suppose I better see if I can still walk,’ she said dismissively.

She clumsily swaggered up and down the room – the whisky was taking effect.

‘I think… I’m going to need extra ice in the bath tonight… and a strong black coffee.’

Chapter 13: An angry Welsh farmer.

Predictably, the next day, apart from a mild hangover, Tia was pain-free. Perhaps an odd twinge when she walked but she was confident that this would pass quickly. This was a relief. Deep down, she had concerns that the last position she had stretched and twisted into may have finished off her career in contortion for good. However, far from it, she was progressing in leaps and bounds with her extraordinary ability. Realising how resilient her amazing body was, an ultimate new goal came to mind, it really would be the peak of human achievements, pushing physical boundaries beyond the imagination – she just simply had to do it. First, though, she was ready for a nice day out in North Wales.

Patrick was her manager… whether he liked it or not. Normally, organising a ride on a Zip wire down a mountain would have been straightforward – book a time and pay by credit card. However, when Patrick told the manager it was Tiaz of the internet and TV fame... and described how she wanted to do it, alarm bells sounded. On the downside, it would break every health and safety rule in the book but on the upside, what terrific publicity for the company!

Naturally, most TV companies and newspapers had been tipped off, along with thousands of members of the public – consequently, the area was buzzing with activity.

The position Tia had chosen to ‘perform’, no longer pushed her particular boundaries as it did when she first achieved it in front of the emergency services but she still would pile on the drama as much as possible. It was a cold and wet day – as usual for that part of the world. Tiaz would have dearly liked to have worn something saucy and revealing but unfortunately, she had to bow down to common sense – and the weather. The staff encouraged her to wear their supplied red overall, which was warm, waterproof and frumpish but Tia was having none of it. She insisted on wearing her scarlet red leotard – normal thickness this time – not in any way see-through but still figure hugging and especially stretchy. The staff eventually bowed down to her wishes mainly because the colour was a perfect match to their overalls – plus the fact that her tight leotard overly emphasised her tiny waist, cutest hips and all her highly erotic features.

To do what she intended, required quite a substantial amount of warming up and pre-stretching. Obviously, this couldn’t be done until the last possible moment – after the ride on the bus to the top and just before her turn. The concrete slabbed launch area would have to do. Patrick laid out a picnic blanket and Tia began her energetic stretching. This was certainly a distraction, to say the least, for the others patiently waiting in the queue. Finally, she was ready, sweaty, warm and unbelievably supple. She dropped down into the splits and then asked if a couple of onlookers would assist in raising her legs… there was no shortage of volunteers.

‘Slowly!’ she yelled as two burly blokes roughly manhandled her delicate feet.

By the time they had taken any notice, her feet were already level with her head.

‘Slowly now… keep going… ok… a little more.’

People gasped and quietly choked as her feet came together above her head. Patrick took a couple of straps out of a bag and put them firmly around her ankles. The staff then presented a few straps and buckles of their own and somehow coupled the whole lot together. They insisted that she wore a safety harness just in case the ankle straps gave way. This presented a problem – the only place it could go was around her tiny waist and nothing they had, adjusted down to 16 inches. Eventually, they decided to use a child’s harness. An excessive amount of fondling went on in securing the harness around her but Tia accepted that it was all in the line of safety. Patrick really wanted to do the job but apparently, he wasn’t qualified.

After several long, cold minutes, fastened in an incredible 360° splits position, she was understandably getting a little impatient. To the many onlookers, the casual way she was now sitting on her rearranged bottom with one leg vertically behind her and the other vertically in front of her almost belied her extraordinary ability. Cameras and mobile phones flashed away to capture the unique and equally bizarre event.

The same staff wanted to ‘hook’ her on the zip wire but this really was Patrick’s job. Only he was allowed to pick her up in such a contorted position. Only he was allowed to hold her by her deranged pelvis and only Patrick could be excused for inadvertently, though gently fondling her private lady parts. Up until now, Tia had managed to stay calm and composed despite been fastened in such an extraordinary position with everyone watching her. Now though, with the gentle pattering of rain on her receptive body and Patrick heavily petting her highly stretched lady sandwich as he supported her, it sent shudders of delight throughout her body.

She controlled herself as best as she could whilst she was hooked on the wire mechanism.

‘Are you sure you want to go through with this?’ asked Patrick, giving her a chance to back out.

‘Yes, I do, it’ll be a breeze,’ said Tia in between her vertical legs.

‘Any pain?’ asked Patrick.

‘Far from it…’ Tia pulled him close to her and whispered, ‘Did you have to hold me… there? Now I’m boiling up like a kettle!’

‘Good job I’m coming down with you then!’ said Patrick.

Once the countless members of staff were satisfied that she was safe and secure, she was released. Instantly, it seemed, she was hurtling down the wire. It wasn’t jerky or bumpy but it was cold and the wind howled around her rearranged limbs. Fortunately, Patrick had inadvertently aroused her, which masked some of the discomfort. However, in the strong wind, her contorted body began to sway like a pendulum. Inevitably, this put undue stress on her dislocated hip causing even more discomfort. Patrick was on the other parallel zip wire and eventually caught up with her – it looked like they would arrive at the bottom together.

‘Don’t like this!’ she yelled as Patrick drew alongside her.

‘Just hang on, it’ll be over in a minute!’ yelled Patrick.

Two members of staff at the end of the run, caught her. They weren’t sure where to catch her so they just grabbed hold of her feet above her head, fastened to the harness. In accordance to one of Newton’s laws of physics, this greatly added to the pendulum motion.

‘Get me down! … Please!’ she yelled.

Seconds later, Patrick rushed over to her and took her forcibly, from the hands of the staff. He tenderly placed her down on a patch of wet but soft grass and hastily undid the ankle straps, allowing both her legs to drop down into the splits position.

‘Wow! That was fun! Frightening but fun!’ she cheered.

‘Fun? Looked like you were shitting yourself,’ replied Patrick.

After a few moments, she got to her feet. Her hip joint had gone back into place and any discomfort quickly faded.

‘Need to go somewhere urgently,’ she said anxiously.

‘Me too, my bladders going to burst,’ said Patrick.

‘Don’t be daft... I need another kind of relief!’

This presented a problem. Cameras, some with powerful telephoto lenses, were everywhere and right now she urgently required satisfying with what only Patrick could provide. This required a certain amount of privacy. It may have been down to the incredible position she had just been fastened in or how and where Patrick had handled her – no matter, the consequence was that she was now desperate to have her man bring her condition to a climax. It was most probably Patrick’s fault. He purposely held her in a very sensitive place… and unintentionally, squeezed her legs together. Now she was boiling like an Icelandic geyser. So intense was her condition that she even found it difficult to walk. Each step in the wet leotard outfit rubbed her lady parts, tormentingly but delightfully. If she could just climax, that would be the end of it. Perhaps a little scream and groan wouldn’t be noticed – the onlookers would just put that down to muscle cramps or something. But she couldn’t, her body wasn’t going to oblige – it was hanging out for Patrick with both his handsome proportions to attend to her. She couldn’t concentrate on anything other than having her urges satisfied – by her man. Everything else was a blur. The back seat of the car was perhaps the best place, but the car park was far too overlooked.

Once on the open road, Tia had no choice but to resort to discretely fondling herself even though later on she would be embarrassed about this lack of self-control.

‘Take your leotard off, if it’ll be easier for you,’ said Patrick considerately.

She had hoped that Patrick eyes were firmly on the road and hadn’t noticed where her hand was… but he had.

‘What the heck,’ she slid out of her leotard. ‘Patrick, sweetheart, for god’s sake… hurry up and park somewhere!’ groaned Tia.

Eventually, Patrick found a quiet country lane and reversed up a track. With her extreme suppleness, the back seat of the car was perfectly adequate. Patrick slid the front seats as far forward as they would go and quickly stripped off – he was already with both barrels standing to attention. He sat comfortably on the back seat and Tia spread herself across his legs.

‘Thought you would prefer both... under the circumstances,’ said Patrick considerately.

‘Naturally…. Hang on, this isn’t right… I know – steady me,’ instructed Tia.

Hastily she cast both her feet over her head and brought them down her back. Her Di Mario knot was once again coming in handy. All her legs were now folded compactly behind her back and out of the way. Patrick knew what to do and lifted her gently on to his two prized possessions. Tia screamed loudly with pure unabated pleasure. Patrick was pretty much pressed down into the seat so Tia used the grab handles above the doors to provide the movement. Because of this, Tia had pretty much complete control of the situation and continued long after Patrick had peaked in pleasure.

Just at the moment, her urges were finally and fully satisfied, there was a heavy banging on the steamed-up windows. Patrick lowered the window slightly.

‘Can yer shift yer car mate, need to get me tractor through,’ shouted a disgruntled Welsh farmer.

All in all, it had been a good day out – hopefully, the first of many.

Now refreshed she was ready to show the Japanese what she could do.

Chapter 14: Belt up.

Predictably, YouTube… (other video websites are available) were now saturated with new videos of Tia in close up detail – before, on the zip wire and afterwards. It was astonishing how close, telephoto lenses could zoom in. Thousands of comments basically stated the same thing – Tia was panting for it. Thousands of comments replied back that Patrick was a lucky bastard. Thousands of comments also wished that she had fallen off the wire but they were mostly from the female public.

Now it really was becoming difficult to remain incognito; no longer did she mingle with the crowds. Often, she was recognised and nearly always, they wanted her to contort into strange positions in front of them. Sometimes, to their shock and delight, she relented and did a quick backbend or foot behind the shoulder. Other times she would just sign autographs and promote her website. Undoubtedly, she was a tease and that’s exactly how she wished to be.

The Japanese nation was not so brazen, remaining at all times, polite and respectful. They welcomed her with slight trepidation. She was, after all, a goddess in the land of the rising sun. It seemed that everybody knew who she was, which meant a spot of sight-seeing was out of the question. They chose a five-star hotel with a nice comfy warm room and stayed in – this was all they really wanted.

‘I want your opinion on something,’ said Tia seriously.

‘You have my attention,’ said Patrick taking his eyes off the small hotel room television.

He had quickly come to the conclusion that Japanese television was subtly different in many ways from British TV. The Japanese network was certainly going to feast on Tia’s appearance.

‘Something else I’ve bought online.’

She took a very small parcel out of the suitcase, waved it in front of Patrick’s eyes and disappeared into the bathroom. A couple of minutes later she called from behind the bathroom door.

‘Are you ready?’ she shouted apprehensively.

‘I’m ready.’

Tia opened the door and revealed herself to Patrick – instantly his eyes popped out and his jaw collided with the floor.

‘I thought I’d wear this when I perform tomorrow,’ she said innocently.

The reason Patrick’s jaw and eyes had departed from his face was because Tia happened to be wearing the most erotic, negligee cum body stocking outfit he had ever seen.

‘Wow! … One thing’s for definite, they won’t let you wear THAT on television – for a start, children and old people will be watching!’

‘Why? All my bits are covered up!’ Tia said sternly.

‘Barely… You’re giving me hard-ons just looking at you,’ complained Patrick.

‘Well… that has to be a good thing, doesn’t it? … Now, I need to see if it will handle my extreme positions.’

‘Look… if you do your bending wearing that, I’ll be juicing my boxer shorts in seconds.’

‘Well, take your shorts off then,’ said Tia offering a little common sense.

Tia had progressed so much over the last few weeks that she could achieve most of her unbelievably advanced positions without any warm-up what-so-ever. Besides, the hotel room was so warm, she was already on the verge of overheating.

She instantly dropped into a tight back bend – paused for a second and then progressed into a Ruppel backbend. She held the position for a few seconds whilst she savoured the sight of Patrick lying on the bed nursing two enormous erections – one in each hand. It certainly was a highly bizarre sight, an evocative sight, certainly not for the faint-hearted. Naturally, she wanted to do something with them but she just had to try out her new outfit first. It was coping with the Ruppel bend perfectly but how would it fair with her waist squeezed between her legs? She continued, pushing down on her legs until her torso had completely passed through her legs. Then she brought her legs together, trapping her waist tightly. As ever, it was a sight for sore eyes – it was always a seemingly impossible position but now, Tia could fold herself into it with astonishing ease.

‘Seems to be handling it nicely,’ she gasped slightly.

‘I’m not,’ Patrick moaned.

‘You’ll have to hang on… over splits next,’ she said calmly as she absorbed the unimaginable pleasure that the mind-boggling position always provided.

After a couple of minutes of bliss, she unfolded and then dropped down into the splits. Without hesitation, she brought her front leg vertically upwards tight against her body. Then she reached behind, grabbed her foot behind her and pulled her rear leg upwards until it was flat to her back. Her legs were now split apart 360°, both perfectly straight and vertical, one behind her and one in front of her. She casually hooked her feet together above her head to complete what was previously thought to be a position of pure fantasy even though millions had previously seen her do it on a zip wire in Wales.

‘Excellent, seems to handle this position as well,’ said Tia casually, totally belying the incredible position she had effortlessly contorted into.

‘Here we go!’ Patrick cried out as he squirted a double dose over his stomach.

‘Sweetheart, couldn’t you have hung on a bit?’

‘Sorry but contorting in that outfit, you are most definitely the absolute epitome of erotic sights. It’s the ease of how you now get into those impossible positions. Just truly incredible… doesn’t seem to be an effort for you anymore.’

‘Figured it out – I just go for it, catch my body out – get in position before my brain has time to object and give me any gyp.’

‘You really are amazing you know,’ said Patrick reaching for the complimentary box of hotel tissues.

‘So, what do you think? The outfit seems to be coping well.’

‘I can’t think anything until you’ve put your legs back to normal.’

Tia really was noticeably advancing with her incredible ability. The reality was that she was sitting on the floor chatting away oblivious to the fact that her legs were split apart by 360° with her feet hooked together over her head. If she desired to, she could no doubt read a book, watch a movie or knit a full-length scarf whilst remaining as she was.

‘I think this is becoming my most favourite position – doesn’t hurt in the slightest now you know… Just had an interesting thought – I need a tennis racket!’ said Tia cheerfully.

‘As it happens, I didn’t think to bring one with me,’ said Patrick.

‘Pity… some people can pass their whole body through a tennis racket, can’t they?’

‘Well… yes…’

‘I’ve been on a zip wire like this, surely the next stage is to go through a tennis racket like this?’

‘Don’t see the connection and anyway, don’t be ridiculous, your legs and body would have to go through together.’

‘Pass me the belt off your trousers!’

‘Tia… you don’t want to do anything silly and jeopardise tomorrows performance,’ said Patrick with concern.

‘Just pass it me and stop moaning! …You’re 32-inch waist, aren’t you?’

‘On a good day.’

Once again, Patrick realised that there was no point in arguing so he dismantled his trousers and passed the belt to his highly contorted albeit relaxed girlfriend. Tia promptly did up the belt to the well-used hole forming a leather loop of 32 inches in circumference.

‘Ok, here goes.’

With that, she reached above her head and placed the belt over her feet, hooked together. The belt fell down as far as her shoulders with very little hindrance.

‘Good try... but failed on the first hurdle. The belt’s far too small for your shoulders and legs together,’ commented a relatively calm Patrick – considering the extraordinary circumstances: The circumstances were that his girlfriend was sitting, calmly with her legs in an extraordinary 360° splits – feet hovering over her head, wearing an extremely sexy negligee outfit, attempting to do something impossible with her boyfriend’s leather trouser belt. Fortunately, Patrick was becoming accustomed to the surreal-ness of Tia’s antics, allowing him to remain calm enough to make such a relevant observation.

‘Think I’m going to give up that easily?! My shoulders shouldn’t present a problem,’ said Tia as she raised her arms and twisted them substantially further than they are supposed to go.

‘Arrrgh! I didn’t know you could do that as well!’ groaned Patrick with repulsion.

‘An insignificant ability for a super bendy person like myself. Look, I can twist my arms all the way around… you can see my bones poking out.’

‘Eeeeaa… horrible!’ squirmed Patrick.

‘I don’t know… dislocate my hips and do incredible things with my legs and spine makes you wildly horny... Twist my arms about a little and it repulses you?’

‘Something about arms… it’s freakish!’ explained Patrick.

‘And sitting here in a 360° oversplits isn’t?’

Tia gently shook her head as she manoeuvred the belt down passed her severely rearranged shoulders. Her breasts – not excessively large but ample sized, were the next obstacle for the belt.

Wriggling and tugging, she eases the belt down her chest until it finally loosened off at her waist level.

‘Impressed?’ asked Tia smugly.

‘Impressed… bowled over, more like! Don’t overdo it though, as much as I’m enjoying what I’m seeing, you’ve been in that position for nearly ten minutes now,’ said a caring Patrick.

‘I’m fine. Will this belt go any tighter?’

‘No, it won’t and besides, don’t wreck it, it’s the only one I’ve got.’

‘Yes, it will, it’s got loads more holes!’

Tia proceeded to tighten the belt which was now around her waist and legs – one straight up behind her and one up in front of her. The sturdy leather belt mercilessly pulled her legs tightly in against her tiny waist.

‘God, this feels good… really good... and two more holes in the belt left!’

Tia tugged hard at the belt squeezing her legs even closer to her waist until the prong of the buckle went awkwardly through the last hole.

‘Tia! You’re going to hurt yourself! … not to mention, I’m stiffening up again,’ complained Patrick.

‘If I had the ability to stiffen up, I’d be harder than granite – this feels wonderful!’ she cried – gyrating her pelvis whilst tightly confined inside Patrick’s trouser belt.

‘I think… yes… it’s going to happen… oh yes… oh, that’s heaven… really good… yes! …Yes! …Yes!!’

As on several occasions previously, whilst contorted into incomprehensible positions, Tia exploded in orgasmic pleasure.

‘Sometimes I feel a little redundant,’ Patrick muttered to himself.

‘That was sooo good… throbbing a little now though.’

‘I’m not surprised, good God, have you looked up… your legs have gone way beyond 360°. Better help undo you,’ said Patrick.

‘Yes please, quickly…’

Patrick tried to release the belt but to do this, he had to tighten it a little to get the prong out of the tightest hole.

‘Aaargh! Stop!’ yelled Tia.

‘I’ve got to tighten it a little to release it,’ snapped Patrick.

‘You’ll have to cut it!’ yelled Tia.

‘That’s my best Jack Daniels belt – cost me a fortune!’

‘Cut it!’

‘Scissors won’t get through it… I’ll do it quickly… breath out as much as you can,’ instructed Patrick.

Tia exhaled as much as she could and then Patrick yanked the belt tighter – Tia screamed in pain – it released. Instantly Tia lowered her legs down into the normal splits position.

‘Wow, that hurt a little… but worth it!’ Tia chirped.

‘One of these days you really will go too far,’ grumped Patrick.

‘Me… never!’

Tia clumsily clambered to her feet and purposely circuited the bedroom a few times to make sure no damage had been done.

‘I’m ok. Now then, what were you saying… something about being redundant? Get on that bed!’ she forcefully demanded.

For the first time ever, they made passionate love to each other on the soft Japanese king-sized bed without the slightest hint of contortion. Conveniently, Tia’s saucy outfit had an opening just in the right place so she didn’t have to take it off.

Chapter 15: Turning Japanese.

The next morning, a yellow taxi, parked outside the hotel, was patiently waiting to whisk them off to the TV studios. Tia had every intention not to keep the taxi driver waiting but things began to go awry as soon as she began her extraordinary morning stretches. Predictably, as usual, her routine made Patrick considerably horny. To make matters worse, after contorting, she then asked him to rub-in some moisturising body lotion – her body had to look its best for the Japanese nation: Naturally, Patrick was the only man for the job and ended up concentrating mainly on her private parts. He knew the skin surrounding her pussy had to be especially moisturised to cope with the intense stretching soon to be taking place. He then decided that her breast shouldn’t be left out and moisturised them too – especially the nipple area. Several tubes of lotion later, Tia was predictably panting with pleasure and demanded to be immediately satisfied by her man. This all took time – the taxi driver just had to wait.

Tia resigned herself to the fact that it was going to be an all-day affair even though she was probably only going to perform for fifteen minutes or so. Clearly, there was going to be an awful lot of editing and commercial breaks. A translator with a strong American (English) accent was assigned to help them throughout the day. Unlike the British TV chat show on which she previously exhibited her talents, this was altogether different. The Japanese were determined to get their money’s worth out of Tiaz, their very special, very expensive British, not even slightly French, guest. Immediately it was apparent that it was going to be a very analytical experience. On the floor of the colourful, busy stage there was a huge protractor type device with degrees marked out on it and an oversized fully articulated cardboard skeleton. The audience was highly animated – close to hysterical. Everyone knew about the amazing Tiaz but up until now, they had only seen her on the internet. Today they were going to see her in the flesh – perhaps a little more than they realised.

The program was quickly on its way. The smartly dressed hosts, a man and woman, bantered amongst themselves for a while – all in Japanese so it was pretty meaningless to Tia. Then they took it, in turn, to try and do the splits. Neither could get anywhere near the floor so they brought on several volunteers from the audience. The male host fetched the protractor – a crude device with two long strips of board hinged together at the top with a scale in degrees marked on it. One by one he measured the splits attempted by the volunteers from the audience. Most hovered around the 150° mark, three were almost there – 160° and just one young woman managed to comfortably sit in the splits. The female host lined the two arms of the crude protractor up against her legs – it read 180°. The audience applauded whilst the woman remained in the splits for a few seconds.

Now it was time for Tiaz to enter. Undeniably she was a little nervous but hid it well. She had opted to wear one of her very skimpy bikinis, loads of makeup and nothing else. Why not be a bit daring? I’m several thousand miles from home, she thought. The audience more screamed than applauded, she was always a sight for sore eyes but to the Japanese, her jaw-dropping body was no less than pure fantasy.

‘Oh my god!’ both hosts screamed out. This English phrase, they clearly knew well.

The red-faced male host began a little chat with her via the translator.

‘Thank you for coming on our show. You are very horny girl,’ said the translator.

Perhaps something went slightly astray in the translation but never-the-less, she got the message.

‘Thank you, you’re welcome, pleased to be here,’ said Tiaz, politely.

‘You’ve seen our attempts at the splits… can you do the splits?’ asked the female host, tongue in cheek, via the translator.

‘I don’t know, shall I try?’ said Tiaz disingenuously.

Tiaz pretended to struggle a little but eventually found herself sitting in the splits on the floor.

‘Looks like I can!’ she said.

‘Apparently… I’ve heard that you can you go a little further,’ suggested the host via the translator.

‘Perhaps. Maybe someone in your audience will help me try,’ Tia said, in a blatantly staged way.

Two male volunteers from the audience were asked to come on stage and then instructed to hold onto Tiaz’s outstretched feet.

‘Are you ready?’ asked the female host.

Tiaz smiled and nodded. The volunteers slowly began to raise her feet off the ground. The audience went wild as they saw her legs moving upwards with her cute bottom remaining on the floor. Her legs continued rising steadily until both her feet were a good half-a-metre off the ground. The male host hastily lined up the protractor device with her legs – it read 230°. Her legs were effortlessly raised some more. The protractor now measured 300°. The audience gasped and screamed, this was much further than they had seen anyone go before. The volunteers continued to lift, taking her legs into serious oversplits territory. Her feet were now above head height – the protractor read 320° - surely, she could go no further. The Audience were now mostly quiet with shock and disbelief.

‘Are you ok?’ asked the male host, his eyes fixed on her very brief bikini bottoms. They were on the verge of revealing Tia’s hairless lady parts to much of the Japanese population.

‘Yes, fine, carry on,’ said Tiaz, nonchalantly, almost unaware of where her legs were.

‘Ok, ok, carry on,’ instructed the male host in Japanese to the volunteer lifters.

The volunteers were clearly uneasy with what they were doing but didn’t want to make a fool of themselves. Up and up her legs went. The hosts were now too astounded to use the measuring device. Moments later her feet were centimetres apart. The audience could see what was about to happen and started to applaud and scream with disbelief. Then Tia’s feet touched – she hooked them together. She was now doing a perfect and precise, 360° splits – she had done this many times before but the audience were largely unaccustomed to Tia’s amazing abilities. The male host pointlessly measured her with the protractor device – it was indeed 360°. They had never seen anything like this before.

‘Does that hurt you?’ asked the female host via the translator.

‘Yes, I’m in agony!’ said Tiaz whilst discretely adjusting the thong of her very brief briefs.

The translation took a moment and then shock spread across the host’s faces.

‘I’m kidding… no discomfort at all,’ she said confidently.

The cameras circled around her and the audience continued to scream and bleat in disbelief. Tia absorbed the adulation for a minute or so and then to everyone’s surprise, beckoned Patrick on to the floor. Patrick hesitantly appeared – the audience politely applauded. This could have been highly embarrassing. Normally, seeing his nearly naked girlfriend in the extreme oversplits position, made him instantly horny. The consequences could have been two enormous bulges inside his trousers – very difficult to conceal. However, fortunately for once, he was in control of his animal urges. Patrick immediately thought that she was in some kind of trouble – a torn muscle or ligament but he should have known better.

‘And who is this?’ asked the female host.

‘My gorgeous boyfriend,’ said Tia proudly.

‘You are a very lucky man,’ said the male host.

The audience all agreed that he was indeed a lucky bastard… and very handsome – cheering loudly to that effect.

‘Are you alright?’ Patrick whispered loudly to Tia.

‘Yes fine… Could I borrow your belt?’ whispered Tia.

‘I don’t think it’s a good idea…’ he whispered.

But Tiaz had made her mind up. The 360° splits position she was now comfortably demonstrating, was now a breeze for her to perform. She felt that she owed it to the Japanese to offer them a little more. Patrick had no say in the matter, his eyes rolled about in full view of everyone as he undid the buckle and passed the belt to Tiaz.

‘Thanks, sweetheart, you can go now.’

Patrick hesitantly left the floor as Tia fastened the belt up to the usual 32-inch hole. The hosts had a vague idea what was about to happen, this was a further treat for everyone. Tiaz passed the belt to the male host.

‘Could you place it on over my feet?’ Tiaz asked nicely.

Moments later when the request was translated, the host did as she requested. The belt freely dropped down her legs to her shoulders. She then raised her arms and twisted them into a dislocated state – the audience grimaced and screamed as her arms and shoulders floated unnaturally about her upper body allowing the belt to move down her legs to her chest. Just as the evening before, she eased the belt down over the thighs of her upright legs and ample breasts and brought the belt down to her waist. Tia desperately wanted to tighten the belt. The mere thought of doing so made her moist as an overripe melon but she knew she had to behave herself and resist the insurmountable temptation. She paused for quite a while with the belt around her vertical legs – thin waist in between. She could now relax with the belt holding her legs upright and take in the experience of performing to such an excitable, animated audience. It brought on a mild shudder of sexual pleasure. Unaware of Tia’s emotional state, the audience and hosts applauded and went wild with this additional treat they were experiencing. However, Patrick suddenly became very concerned - he realised that she hadn’t proceeded any further than this, the evening before. She had not completed the objective and passed the belt over the remaining part of her folded body – her pelvis. Her pelvis and legs combined would definitely add up to far more than 32 inches in circumference despite the fact that she was slender as straw. Tia suddenly realised the problem too as she pushed the belt further down her waist towards her rearranged bottom. The looped belt was indeed, far too small – what was she to do? She couldn’t be seen to enlarge the belt but she couldn’t possibly give up either. She had to go for it and manipulate her legs about her pelvis and hope that in doing so it would allow the belt to pass over her. The leg behind her was already substantially dislocated so she assumed she could move it a little to accommodate the belt. The belt inched down, becoming tighter and tighter, squeezing her legs into her waist. One thing in her favour was her modified pelvis – apparently narrowed and reshaped to allow for her extreme positions. Slowly but surely, millimetre by millimetre, the belt was easing down, extraordinary movement was going on inside her pelvis that she couldn’t possibly comprehend. It seemed both legs were now floating about their joints – adjusting to accommodate the narrowness of the looped belt. She had resisted the urge to tighten the belt when it was at her waist level but now, the belt was impossibly tight around her hips. This could only have one effect - it couldn’t be helped, she began to experience waves of relentless erotic pleasure - it was almost too much to contain. Any pain she may have been experiencing was completely blocked out.

The screams of appreciation from the audience were deafening but Tia heard none of it, she was far too preoccupied, trying to contain her imminent orgasmic outbursts. As the tightness of the belt had brought her legs substantially tighter into her waist – her legs were no longer parallel and together above her head. She paused to contain herself and to dwell in this state of absolute pure bliss. The mother of all orgasms was approaching like a herd of charging bulls and there was little she could do about it.

The male host took advantage of Tia’s pause and rushed over with the protractor device – it only went up to 360° - her legs had gone beyond this by at least another 10 degrees. Everyone, the audience, the stage crew, the hosts, the cameramen were stunned and mesmerised by what they were witnessing. The audience were now on their feet, some were covering their eyes in horror, some had their mouth’s wide open in astonishment. Just as her orgasm arrived, she pushed the belt down as forcefully as she could and emitted a series of muted screams. The belt reached the floor – she had done it. She had passed her entire body whilst in a 360° oversplits, through a 32-inch leather belt. Not only that, she had experienced (and mostly contained) another powerful orgasm – all while on Japanese TV. Hopefully, no one noticed!

She hastily restored her legs to normal before any pain surfaced. Patrick was hovering off stage ready to rush on and help her but as usual, she was fine. Tia got to her feet and for some reason, curtsied to the audience. Once more they raised the roof in appreciation. They had never, ever seen anything like this; it was beyond everyone’s imagination. They were completely aghast, shocked, disturbed and thrilled at the same time. Most likely, they would never witness anything to match this in their lives again. Not only had they seen this western beauty contort into oversplits well beyond anyone’s imagination, she had also passed her folded up body through a leather belt. It was all remarkable, outstanding – surreal. Quite a few, including Patrick, also noticed that she had had an intense orgasm… but she had remained composed at all times – almost.

‘Unbelievable, can you walk about after that?’ asked the female host. The male host was too disturbed to ask any questions.

‘Course I can!’ Tia said indignantly and proceeded to walk about the floor.

She was completely ready to perform her next position but Japanese TV programs such as this were a prolonged affair. The audience knew the score and reluctantly vacated their seats to make way for a completely new audience. In retrospect, this was a fair arrangement. Why should just one set of audience see all that the famous Tiaz had to offer? Sharing the experience was Japanese TV’s philosophy.

Chapter 16: More charging bulls.

She had ninety minutes before she was due back on the floor to continue demonstrating her unique ability to the highly appreciative Japanese people. Their translator offered Tia and Patrick the use of the in-house swimming pool, sauna, Jacuzzi, gym and cinema. Celebrities really were looked after in this country. Tiaz thanked him but she urgently needed to visit her dressing room, amongst other things, to eventually put some clothes on. This was highly advisable as a considerable amount of ogling was taking place backstage, resulting in several people colliding into to posts and tripping up over equipment. Many of the stagehands were forced to sit down, crossed legged until their fevers wore off.

Another reason why Tia urgently needed the dressing room was because she was still very much on the boil. She desperately needed Patrick to finish her off in the most passionate and enthusiastic way possible. They raced up to the dressing room and within seconds, Tia was completely naked. Patrick was almost keeping up and had his trousers and underpants around his ankles – which was good enough for now. Conveniently Patrick was ready with both his man parts huge and rock-hard. Tia didn’t want to waste time getting into one of her strange positions; conventional lovemaking with her lover was all that she desired for now. There was a complete absence of comfort in the dressing room so the carpeted floor had to do and Patrick had to be the one underneath. Moments later, Tia was riding him like a horse in the Grand National.

Contorting herself to the extremes was clearly making her insatiable but fortunately, Patrick was accommodating her desires admirable with his two enormous erections inside her. It was a mystery how such a compact, modified but perfect pelvic portion of Tia’s amazing body could accommodate what Patrick was now providing, but somehow it did. Patrick groaned but thoughtfully resisted the urge to come until Tia had had her fill and was completely satisfied. Now she could let it all out - scream with ecstasy to her heart’s content. Once again, the herd of charging bulls was rapidly approaching. This time she wouldn’t have to bottle it in. This time there was no part of her body in subdued pain – every bit of what she was experiencing was pure pleasure. Her juices flowed abundantly and then the bulls arrived.

Patrick had somehow managed to stay on the brink, so in appreciation, Tia quickly detached, swung around and began to engorge herself on Patrick’s delicious throbbing frankfurters as he lay on his back on the floor. To make it a little more interesting for her lover, whilst still feasting, she swung both her legs over her head, forming a close backbend – the Marinelli bend to be precise – a doddle of a position for Tia. Her bottom was now resting heavily on top of her head. The entire weight of her body now focused in one spot, encouraged her to swallow deeply on both Patrick’s love sticks. Patrick steadied her legs whilst she performed several push-ups, coating most of his long shafts with lusty-pink lipstick. After twenty or so push-ups, her arms gave up and she sank deeply onto Patrick – his purple helmets almost penetrating down as far her oesophagus.

At that instant, their personal translator barged into the room without knocking. He was about to ask something but predictably, froze in his tracks. Patrick completely ignored him and Tia was hardly in a position to say anything with her vocal cords having a couple of visitors. After a long few seconds, the translator left and then Patrick had his moment of pure bliss.

‘God, that was so good!’ said Patrick.

Tia just smiled contently and after unfolding herself, lay beside him with her head resting on his chest. Patrick was impelled to ask the question, ‘Have you always had this… insatiable appetite for…?’ asked Patrick.

‘Sex? You’re saying I’m sex mad?’ Tia snapped, ‘I suppose I am a little… but only ever with you.’

‘I should hope so!’

‘You know, there was a time, before I met you, that I thought I was a bit frigid. Look what you’ve done to me, you’ve taken the cork out of the bottle!’

‘I have that effect on women,’ said Patrick factually.’

Tia playfully slapped his chest.

‘I’m not complaining but how come you didn’t gag just then?’

‘I’m not blessed with a gag reflex… told you, I’m a very unusual person,’ said Tia.

‘I can’t argue with that! So, you’d be useless as an anorexic but pretty good as a sword-swallower?’

‘Oh no! There’re much better things to swallow than swords!’

Tia rested quietly on her lover’s chest and moments later fell fast asleep – she was human after all. Yes, Patrick was extremely uncomfortable on the hard, cold floor but he couldn’t possibly disturb her. It was a chance for him to reflect on things.

He was certainly very fortunate but despite this, events were going exactly to plan – his plan. Now, after years of waiting, he had finally met this unique, remarkable person and she was very much, part of his life. Apart from being extraordinarily flexible, stunningly beautiful and giving him the absolute ultimate in sexual experiences, she really was a lovely person. He was deeply in love with her and it seemed that she loved him too. He felt the warmth of her perfect, silky smooth naked body on his hairy chest and would have almost certainly have become aroused again if it wasn’t for the fact that he also fell asleep.

Roughly an hour later, there was a heavy knock on the door. Both woke up with start and then frantically made themselves decent – Patrick pulled up his trousers and Tia grabbed her dressing gown.

‘Come in!’ shouted Tia.

The door opened and the translator hesitantly entered with his hand partially over his eyes. This time he had taken the precaution of knocking – loudly.

‘You’re on in twenty minutes,’ he informed Tia and then hastily left, red-faced.

‘Just time to have a shower,’ she said.

‘I’ll go and snatch a bite to eat… ravenous!’ exclaimed Patrick.

Chapter 17: Cardboard skeleton.

Once more, Tiaz, the incredible contortionist, was about to demonstrate her extraordinary skills. She waited off stage doing some pointless gentle warm-ups whilst the two hosts, now mostly recovered from Tiaz’s first performance, went through their familiar routine. One after the other they lay face down on the floor and tried to pull their legs up and over into a backbend. As predicted, neither could get their feet within a mile of their heads so, just as before, six volunteers were selected from the audience. Five of them were pretty useless, hardly any better than the hosts but the sixth – a young girl surprised everyone and managed to bring her feet up and place them on her head. The audience applauded loudly. The male host hurriedly dragged over another crude measuring device, a fully hinged, two-dimensional cardboard skeleton. He curled the cardboard vertebra and then moved the crude split-pin knee joints until the cardboard feet touched the cardboard head to demonstrate the arrangement of the girl’s skeleton.

It was now time to bring Tiaz back on the floor. Again, even though the audience were completely different, they went wild with identical loud screams and applause. Because of the previous inadequacy of her bikini briefs, the floor manager suggested she wore something a little more dignified for her second performance. A leotard was unpacked out of her travel case. Little did the manager know but it was actually a barely black body stocking that left even less to the imagination than her bikini briefs.

‘Hello, thank you for coming on the show,’ said the male host, pretending it was her first appearance for the benefit of the new audience.

‘Hi, you’re welcome’ said Tiaz calmly. She was no longer nervous.

‘We’ve just been trying our back bending… actually, we were pretty good,’ lied the host.

‘Well done,’ said Tiaz.

‘Can you do a back bend?’ asked the female host – completely staged again.

‘I don’t know, let me try,’ mocked Tiaz.

She started by lying face down on the floor just as the hosts and audience had done. She had been prompted to take it slowly and make it look difficult at first… but that was all too silly and time consuming for Tiaz. With one swift motion, she gently kicked up her legs, grabbed her feet and pulled them over her head and shoulders and down to the floor in front of her face.

‘Wo! Wo! Wo!’ shouted the male host.

The audience gasped and applauded but they had seen nothing yet.

‘Looks like I can!’ said Tiaz.

This time it was the turn of the female host to manipulate the cardboard skeleton to mimic Tiaz position. The skeleton crudely copied Tiaz contorted state with bent spine and hips.

‘Shall I see if I can bend any further?’ feigned Tiaz.

‘Do you want to see if Tiaz can bend any further?’ the male host asked the audience.

The response was far from clear as screams, applause and whistles drowned out the answer.

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ said Tiaz.

Of course, she could bend considerable more. In fact, so much more, that this position she was now holding, was utterly child’s play. She proceeded to straighten her legs and brought them down onto her shoulders with her head poking through her thighs. She paused for a moment whilst the female host bent the cardboard skeleton to match her state. The cardboard vertebrae with its split pin joints, was almost at its limit. The male host couldn’t help but fix his eyes on her prominent camel toe showing through the wafer-thin Lycra material. In fact, every bit of her exquisite anatomy was clearly displayed inside the overly stretched 15 denier body stocking. She continued tightening the backward curl in her spine pulling her legs down and under her arms into a Ruppel backbend. She paused again allowing the female host to attempt to match the cardboard skeleton with Tiaz’s advanced position. Inevitably, the cardboard was now tearing somewhat. Perhaps some of the audience were familiar with this extreme backbend but everyone was astonished at what they were witnessing – and Tia hadn’t even started to impress yet.

‘Does that hurt you?’ asked the female host.

‘No… do you want me to try and go further?’ asked Tiaz.

‘How can you go any further than that?’ asked the male host forcibly distracting himself from what was being excessively revealed by her inadequate outfit.

Tia didn’t wait for the translated reply – she really wanted to get on with it and get into her familiar position where it always felt strangely good and relaxing. She pushed down on her thighs and slowly brought her torso up through her legs. The sheer, silky Lycra material allowed everything to slide through with little resistance. The audience was now screaming and groaning, many with their hands over their eyes. After a few pushes and wriggles, her whole rib cage had eased through the gap in her thighs sufficiently to surround and trap her narrow waist with her legs.

‘Oh my God!’ said the female host in English - again.

The male host trembled as he attempted to adjust the cardboard skeleton to mimic the pose. The cardboard vertebra was folded to its limit and the hips completely rotated backwards about the split pins, but still, it couldn’t match Tia’s unbelievable position – and then it collapsed in a heap on the floor.

The audience was stunned in silence. No one had fainted yet but it was early days. She relaxed in the impossible position for quite a while whilst a deluge of cameras circulated around her and brave members of the audience came on the floor to have a closer look. It was not an illusion – it was real. Of course, Tia hadn’t finished yet and it was now time to complete her performance. She pushed once more on her thighs, even more of her torso slid up through her slender thighs and then she swiftly pulled her legs into a lotus, locking her in position. She paused until the gasps and howls died down and then slowly twisted her torso, a full 180° until she faced backwards towards the lopped area of her body. Despite being difficult to breathe, with her spine twisted as it was, she decided to remain in position as long as she could.

Predictably, panic ensued as before.

Many of the highly animated audience began to shriek and scream. Some of them fainted, followed by a stagehand and then the male host. Tiaz revelled in it. She wondered if it was a sadistic side of her or if she was just showing off. Whatever it was, it was highly enjoyable in many ways. Waves of sexual pleasure began building throughout her body but regretfully after a couple of minutes she had to untwist to draw breath. The killjoy female host asked Tiaz to restore herself… via the translator but unfortunately, he had fainted. She hastily asked again in the best English she could manage.

‘You… put… body… normal… please!’

One thing’s for certain, the Japanese would never forget this unbelievable performance. The show would be repeated more times than the film: ‘Where eagles dare’ but certainly, long after the watershed, with a clear warning given for the faint-hearted.

Chapter 18: Patrick’s birthday present.

After several long hours, amongst other irritations, confined in highly uncomfortable seats in a crowded aeroplane, Tia and Patrick were finally back in Tia’s cosy flat. Over the past few weeks, Patrick’s home had become seriously neglected – perhaps he should seriously think about renting it out. They both relaxed with a glass of wine on the well-used sofa, Patrick played with the TV remote.

‘Well what do you know, ‘Where Eagles Dare’ is on again!’ commented Patrick.

They had both seen the film before but endured it for a good ten minutes before Tia broke the silence.

‘I believe it’s a special day tomorrow.’

‘And why would that be?’

‘Someone’s birthday?’ suggested Tia.

‘Oh that… who needs birthdays? Since I’ve met you, every day is my birthday,’ said Patrick positively.

‘How sweet! … anyway, I’ve still planned a little treat for you.’

‘Hope you haven’t gone to any trouble.’

‘No, no trouble at all.’

‘Hmm… excited!’

It was a typical morning, they both woke together in each other’s arms. Sometimes they woke to find one of Tia’s legs folded down her back or in a backbend splits with a leg loosely over her shoulder. It all depended on the complexity of her dreams or how restless she was whilst sleeping. When this happened, inevitably it was an instant turn on for Patrick. Then, the rather unusual lovemaking they had become accustomed to, had to be dutifully performed.

However, on this particular morning, Tia was not contorted in any way, shape or form. There was only one birthday card for Patrick to open. Perhaps if had visited his neglected home there may have been a stack of birthday cards waiting for him but Tia’s flat was now his much-preferred residence. Naturally, it was a boyfriend card and the word ‘love’ appeared many times in the text. She was slightly embarrassed as Patrick read the slushy verse but he knew every word was true.

‘Thank you,’ he said softly and then gave Tia a quick kiss. ‘Right… where’s my little treat!’ he continued, enthusiastically.

‘You’ll have to wait until this evening. Let yourself in, your present will be waiting for you, wrapped up... I’ll leave it on the coffee table.’

Naturally, the day dragged for Patrick. Many times, he was convinced that the office clock on the wall had stopped but it hadn’t. Finally, finishing time arrived. As usual, he arrived at Tia’s flat at 6:30. He rang the bell but there was no reply, so he let himself in. Just as Tia had promised, there was a box neatly wrapped up in red ribbon on the coffee table. A short note was attached:

Happy birthday, sweetheart. Please unwrap your present immediately.

The size of the box was no bigger than a small footstool. He had absolutely no idea what was inside it. He hoped she hadn’t spent too much on him. Quickly, he undid the ribbon and removed the Sellotape. Hesitantly he opened the flaps.

‘Oh my god! This really is just what I wanted,’ said Patrick out loud.

Inside the box was a highly folded, Tia shaped ‘doll’, wearing a geisha-girl face mask. It had another note attached:

Please play with me to your heart’s content. Use your imagination and bend me into some amazing positions.

Quickly, he lifted the box off the doll. As expected, the box had no bottom to it – it was the only way she could have placed herself inside it. Obviously, the ‘doll’ was a folded-up Tia but Patrick was only too keen to go along with the pretence. To add to the effect, she had coated her skin with body shimmer. She really had made the effort and was determined to carry it through by being completely limp and trance-like. This was something she was exceptionally good at. Deep relaxation and meditation was something that went hand in hand with what could be described as some kind of extreme yoga.

Patrick gently unpacked his ‘doll’ and lifted her off the table – she really was a convincing act with her subtly glowing skin and limp, limbs, flopping unnaturally either side Patrick’s strong arms. He carefully placed her on the hearth rug and straightened her out. This was so sexual, so erotic that Patrick had no choice but to remove all his clothes. Even before he started to play with his doll, his man parts were already standing rigidly to attention. Behind the mask, Tia kept her eyes peacefully closed, she would only open them when Patrick had completely finished playing with her. He started by turning her over on to her front and gently raising her head. He then proceeded to roll her body backwards like a Swiss Roll. It wasn’t in his nature to be forceful, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her but to his amazement, she folded like a carpet. He always assumed that her body presented some kind of resistance when she contorted but it didn’t. Her spine effortlessly folded – her head now inside a loop of contorted spine. Further folding would now involve bending her hips abnormally backwards. He knew this often caused discomfort so he proceeded gently. Again, he was amazed at the ease in which both hips seem to pop out of joint and allow her curled body to fold onto her legs. He left the doll in this state – completely rolled up like a Catherine wheel, for a minute or so while he sat back on the sofa and gently manipulated his foreskins.

‘What position can I put my doll in now?’ he said out loud – to himself.

He carefully unrolled her and turned her face up.

‘Perhaps I should just play with her lady parts for a while,’ he said out loud again.

He started by gently caressing her breast and then teasing her nipples with his tongue.

‘Hmm, very realistic for a doll.’

He then proceeded towards her lady sandwich, however, access was restricted – her private parts mostly confined – trapped between her legs. They would have to be moved out of the way! Naturally, he knew how to do it but would it hurt her? Was she sufficiently warmed up for such a position? He decided to proceed slowly and cautiously.

He lifted her left leg right up and over, bringing it down by the side of her head. Ordinary splits was an effortless position for his doll but this was just the beginning. Her lady parts were now mostly in view but Patrick naturally required full access. He rolled her over on to her front and slowly began to raise her right leg. He imagined there would be some resistance in bending her whole leg unnaturally backwards but there wasn’t. After a subdued pop, the whole leg now felt loose and disconnected from her pelvis. He effortlessly brought her leg up over her back and down all the way to where her other leg was positioned. Now that both legs were out of the way in a surreal 360° oversplits formation, Patrick now had easy access to all her private parts, soft, warm and inviting. To keep her in this incredible position, he took the ribbon, formerly from the box and tied her feet together. Throughout the onslaught of his tongue and lips on this receptive area, the doll, Tia, did not stir, her eyes remained shut behind the mask. After a short while, Patrick decided he desperately needed to penetrate. He lifted his tied-up birthday present onto the sofa, sat beside her and gently lifted her on to his erect, pulsating organs. Despite there being two, his aim was perfect and both erections penetrated together, smoothly and deeply. The whole doll shuddered but resisted the urge to cry out. With Patrick’s strong arms, he held the doll by her silky thighs and slowly lifted her up and down. He had to resist the urge to shoot his love juices so he intentionally proceeded at a slow and steady pace. It was heaven for him – for Tia, it was absolute bliss. The main reason for this, Patrick’s hands were unintentionally squeezing her thighs closer together as he lifted her – just as his leather belt had done previously. Consequently, her legs were going well beyond the 360° mark. However, she was determined not to spoil Patrick’s birthday present and remain as an inanimate doll for the duration – but it was a formidable task. Waves of orgasmic energy were flooding through her contorted frame causing her whole body to tremble. Tia’s face was hidden from view with the mask so Patrick was unable to observe Tia’s blissful expressions and excessive eye rolling. However, he detected her whole frame shuddering. He knew she was having a good time but he had to stop before he went past the point of no return. He lifted the contorted doll off him and gently placed her back on the carpet. After untying the ribbon around her feet, he carefully lowered her legs down into the splits.

There was one thing left now, one position that he simply had to try and fold his doll into – it’s what Tia would undoubtedly want him to do. He had some reservations about bending a poor defenceless doll to such an extreme degree but, in for a penny... He proceeded to straighten out his doll and then folded her into a backbend – feet up, over her shoulders and down to the carpet, in front of her face. Then he pushed down on her legs until her spine was tightly folded in half. The next move was to pull her arms through her legs. He continued, gently pulling until her whole ribcage was through the gap between her legs and resting on her thighs. Her body was so pliant and jellified, he wondered, just for a moment, if it really was a doll and not Tia. He gave a final gentle tug on her arms until her legs were now either side of her petite waist. To complete the position, he folded her legs into a lotus position and tied the ribbon around her knees to lock her in position. His doll was now in the very same position that started off Tia’s YouTube fame – and caused hysteria amongst the Japanese audience. Her body was once again folded into such an extreme backbend that her waist was trapped insanely inside a lotus knot. Patrick was simply astounded how easily her body had contorted into this surreal position. Her limbs offered absolutely no resistance to such abusive bending. He glanced at his doll’s geisha face – obviously still expressionless, belying what was going on behind it.

He decided that his work needed displaying. The hearth rug was placed on the coffee table for padding – then he carefully lifted his contorted doll on to it. Annoyingly, being so limp, her torso flopped forward onto her folded legs - this was imperfection. Patrick quickly came up with a solution. He undid the lotus position and gently increased the rotation of both her legs until her feet were together, resting on her chest, acting as a prop. Naturally, there was no fuss, no protest and no resistance to this extra bending despite the fact that she had never been in this position before. The extra rotation of her dislocated hips caused almost too much pleasure to bare but somehow, she hung on. It was now time to pour himself a beer, sit back on the sofa and admire his work – after all, it was his birthday. Without a doubt, it was the most sexual thing he had ever done, resulting in the most erotic, extraordinary sight displayed before him. His tower blocks were now throbbing deeply but he would bide his time, treasure the moment and then he would thank her for his present.

For a good fifteen minutes, his doll, Tia, apparently in a deep meditative state, remained fast in this incredible, contorted, folded position. In all this time she hadn’t so much as twitched, wriggled or uttered a sound. She decided she would stay as she was in this brand-new position, remaining completely motionless until Patrick had had his play no matter what. For her, the experience of being bent and folded into this unimaginable position by her lover whilst in a relaxed state of reverie continued to be the best feeling ever. The determined stillness of her being eventually brought on an out of body experience, completely disconnecting her mind from any possible discomfort. She floated deeper and deeper into a total state of euphoria.

After another five minutes, Patrick decided it was time to thank her properly for such a lovely gift. Much of her bending and folding happened to be behind her, out of sight. A prominent part of this folded up section of her body was her hairless private lady parts, available and protruding – this area was exactly where Patrick thought he’d show his appreciation.

Naturally, acting as an inanimate doll in a meditative state, twisting around and watching what Patrick was doing was not allowed. However, the sensation of his lips petting her labia and his tongue performing magic on her clitoris, broke through the boundaries of her reverie. The resulting effect was simply unbearable and impossible to contain. No longer could she remain in the state of meditation, her body was exploding in orgasmic waves of sheer unadulterated pleasure. To be fair, she managed to contain her feelings for about twenty seconds but that was all she could muster.

Her screams of ecstasy were loud and persistent. This effect was enough to make Patrick peak in his pleasure and cast his love cream, disrespectfully, all over the carpet.

‘Well, well, you’re not a doll then?’ said Patrick quietly.

‘Did you like your present?’ she said sleepily behind her mask.

‘Only the best ever! Thank you.’

Patrick was understandably shattered. He’d had a long and busy day at the office and then all this playing with his new present – he flopped back on the sofa and instantly fell asleep.

Two and a half hours later:

‘Sweetheart... Ahem! Sweetheart! ... Patrick!’

‘Ye... wha... who...’ mumbled Patrick, being wrenched from his sweet dreams.

‘If you’ve finished playing, do you think you could unfold me now, please?’

Chapter 19: Blood pressure.

It was long overdue, Tia had to discuss something she had on her mind. She took a large sip of wine and then put it to Patrick – her ultimate goal.

‘That’s just insane... stupid! You’ll end up in a wheelchair… or worse!’ Patrick ranted.

‘I can do it, I know I can. I’ll have to put in a little practice of course.’

‘A little practice? – An understatement if ever there was one. Clearly, your recent achievements have gone to your head!’

‘Have faith; look how quickly I recover now… in fact, I seem to be improving daily. Nearly three hours you kept me folded up in that ‘new’ position and despite a few stretch marks, I was fine.’

‘You could have unfolded yourself!’ snapped Patrick.

‘What! An inanimate, life-size Geisha doll, get real!’ snapped Tia, back.

‘You can go too far you know. Believe it or not, there is a limit to how much even your body can bend. God knows what was going on inside your pelvis when you’re in those unbelievable positions.’

‘I know exactly what’s going on inside me; pinging, rubbing, squelching, popping but look I’m fine. My body is no worse for wear!’

She decided to demonstrate the basic position on all fours on the carpet. To watch Tia fold into these incredible positions was always a sight to behold. Now, always effortlessly and painlessly. No stiffness, no warm-up, no preparation what-so-ever. From standing, she dropped into a tight backbend, then arms and shoulders passed through her legs, quickly followed by the rest of her upper body. She then dropped forwards, placing her hands on the floor and slowly splayed out her form. Her body was now in a loop, tightening as she lowered herself down. She crawled several circuits around the coffee table in the highly contorted form before Patrick’s bulging eyes.

‘Incredible… good job you’re not overlooked here, parading in front of the window like that.’

‘yea, pity, isn’t it?’ said Tia fecklessly.

‘Anyway, it’s nothing to what your body will have to endure… and I’m getting horny… again.’

Good thing… You’ll have to do it with me like this, I really don’t feel like unfolding.’

Again, Patrick had to carry out his duties. As he relentlessly performed, the knot in her body became tighter and tighter, augmenting the pure delight.

Eventually, after many orgasmic bursts of pleasure, Tia unfolded and lay face up on the carpet, glancing up at the metal hoop hanging from the ceiling.

‘I’ll practice every day until I’m ready. I’ll need you… are you doing anything for the next seven weeks?’

What was Patrick to do? She was a determined girl. At least with Patrick by her side, he could watch over her – and rush her into hospital if it ever came to that.

On the face of it, it was a relatively straightforward thing to do – millions of people had already done it but definitely not the way Tia planned on doing it. She had a mere seven weeks to prepare, so she had little choice but to train hard every day. As ever, a carefully controlled fat-free diet was essential to be able to get into her planned extremely advanced position and remain in it for at least…. well, she didn’t really know – an awfully long time. The challenge was daunting and would push her extraordinary body to the absolute limit. Was it anatomically possible? Was it possible even for superhuman Tia? She had no choice but to visit someone who specialised in extreme contortion – if there was such a thing.

She visited her Doctor and hesitantly explained what she intended to do. As it happened, she was aware of Tiaz’s incredible abilities but as a professional, she had to try and discourage her from her ridiculous goal. Predictably, Tia insisted.

The Doctor thought it wise to refer her to a suitable specialist.

Mr Philip Hughes was an experienced Harley Street surgeon who specialised in circus and gymnastics injuries. He also happened to know all about Tiaz (there weren’t many people who didn’t). Naturally, he was delighted to meet her. She hesitantly explained what she intended to do. To her surprise, far from discouraging her, he offered to help, monitor her training and provide his services for free! In exchange, she would allow him to write a paper on her for the medical magazine – The Slice it. This was a perfect arrangement. To be actually featured in such a reputable magazine was an achievement in its own right. A condition was that every week she would visit his clinic to be monitored and checked to make sure she wasn’t harming herself – too much.

‘Is it possible for you to show me the position now?’ asked Mr Hughes.

I need to warm up a little first!’ said Tia curtly.

‘Of course you do, so sorry. Leave your underwear on, put your clothes on the trolley. I’ll be back in… say five minutes?’

This was a slight fib, she didn’t particularly need to warm up but as she was in the company of a professional, she thought she’d better do things properly. A little matter of not wearing a bra, she didn’t think would be an issue – surely, he was used to seeing partially naked women.

Ten minutes later, Mt Hughes returned. Tia was now naked, all but a brief thong, with several beads of sweat creeping down her forehead.

‘Oh, my!’ he quietly muttered, trying his best to avert his eyes… ‘Ahem, nicely warmed I see.’

Tia nodded but said nothing. With little hesitation, she bent over backwards and manipulated her hip joints until her back was virtually straight down against her legs with a single tight fold entirely at her pelvis.

‘Could you hold it there for a second,’ said Mr Hughes.

He felt gently around her hips for a moment and took a photo of her on his mobile phone. Even for an experienced specialist, this unique experience was enough to cause him to loosen his tight tie and take a swig from his hip flask.

‘Impressive… any pain at all?’ he choked.

‘No, none.’

‘Interesting… controlled subluxation of the hips. Proceed.’

Tia did as she was told and with her legs slightly astride, effortlessly passed, first her shoulders and then her entire torso through the small gap between her legs.

‘My goodness… hold it there,’ said Mr Hughes slightly hoarse.

He now felt around her lower spine as best as he could.

‘No numbness or tingling in your legs or any discomfort?’

‘No, nothing

‘Interesting… your L4 and L 5 are remarkably extended.’

He took another photo of her and then told her to proceed. Tia continued bending her spine and raising her torso. Over the last few weeks, she had progressed substantially. It wasn’t all that long ago that it was a huge achievement to just get all her rib cage through her legs. Now, however, he had progressed so much that somehow, she managed to get a small portion of her unusually long slender waist through the gap. This naturally provided a truly surreal sight for the specialist. She did a final push on her thighs until the knot in her body was as tight as possible and her head and torso were almost upright in front of her pelvis.

‘There…that’s the position!’ she gasped quietly.

‘Quite, quite outstanding,’ muttered Mr Hughes, nervously.

Apparently, even Mr Hughes was not immune to effects Tia had on people and noticeably trembled. However, he forced himself to continue professionally. For a couple of minutes, he poked and prodded her spine and hips with his fingers.

‘Well you are indeed very unusual – unique I would say. Your cartilages are exceptionally pliant. L1 to L5 are opened beyond anything I’ve seen before and your hips are significantly luxated.’

‘Luxated, what’s that? ... Can I unfold now,’ she gasped.

‘Just a minute, I just need to take your blood pressure and heart rate.’

Tia was convinced he was dawdling, taking as long as he could to wrap the pad around her arm and press the button. The machine also seemed to be dawdling and took ages to do its final beep.

‘Luxation… is the displacement… of bone from a joint,’ he explained, slowly.

‘Ok, now can I…’

‘Just a few seconds more, I need to take your leg blood pressure.’

Tia had never heard of anyone having their leg blood pressure taken but he was a specialist, surely, he knew what he was doing. As slowly as he could, it seemed, he placed the pad around her ankle and pressed the button.

‘Can’t hold it much longer!’ Tia gasped.

‘Why can’t you?’ asked Mr Hughes.

‘It’s bloody painful!’ she yelled.

‘Finally!’ he beamed. ‘You can unfold now.’

Tia quickly returned herself back through her legs and straightened up. The absence of Patrick and the austere atmosphere of his consulting room was far too sobering to get turned on through her bending – consequently, every twinge of pain and discomfort was magnified.

‘Could you tell me what was hurting?’

‘Not sure, lots of things…my hips mainly I suppose,’ said Tia meekly.

‘So… you weren’t pain-free then? You have a long way to go before I give you the ok to go ahead with your challenge.’

‘I have seven weeks at the most!’ she bleated.

‘You do realise that you will have to hold that position for many hours plus there will be repetitive pounding on your dislocated joints?’

‘Yes, yes, but you haven’t seen how I progress,’ she pleaded.

‘Well let’s just hope you do because if you attempted the challenge right now you would definitely maim yourself for life in a few minutes.’

‘I can do the 360 ° splits you know,’ boasted Tia for some reason.

‘Of course you can,’ said Mr Hughes sarcastically.

‘No, really, I can. Surely you’ve seen me on YouTube?’

‘Never heard of it,’ snapped Mr Hughes.

‘God, you do lead a sheltered life… Watch!

Almost before she had finished her sentence, her right leg was up behind her into a vertical position. She paused for a moment in the standing split position whilst she found her balance. Then, smoothly, brought her leg forward, all the way down to the floor. She adjusted her incredible pose to impress as much as possible by bringing her legs as close together as she could. Her head and torso now inverted, in-between her straight legs.

‘See! Easy!’

‘Good heaven! Astonishing! Er… Is it possible to achieve that position, the other way up… with your feet above your head? Asked Mr Hughes hesitantly, his face turning a worrying shade of red.

‘No way! On this hard, cold floor?’ snapped Tia.

‘I have a blanket?’

After an awkward few moments of Mr Hughes, doubling up and laying out the woolly blanket, Tia enthusiastically dropped into the splits. She then pulled her leg vertically up behind her and then raised her front leg vertically. After a little shuffling, she finished off the position by hooking her feet together, above her head.

‘My god… the twelve o’clock position. In all my days… I never thought…’ Mr Hughes continued to mumble on, whilst taking several photos of her in the extraordinary position, on his phone.

‘Just as easy this way. Went down a zip wire in this position – didn’t like it… Twelve o’clock?’ enquired Tia, now in a perfect position to notice certain developments in My Hughes’s trousers.

‘Er… yes, yes. A few vague reports in old textbooks, of extremely advanced Yogis, swamis, achieving the ‘Madhya’ position,’ retorted Mr Hughes, doing his best to hide his excitement.

‘Madhya?’ asked Tia whilst relaxed in the extraordinary position, casually jostling her feet together above her head.

‘Roughly translated into Sanskrit, as ‘middle’ – midday - noon. Apparently, a position for deep meditation. Never thought for a moment it was possible… just a myth. To see it… in the flesh… quite extraordinary!’ he said, taking another swig from his hip flask.

Tia was now calm and relaxed – the austerity of the occasion had mellowed. And from what she was observing, Mr Hughes was far from hard-boiled, he was human after all. Her mind wandered for a moment, thinking about Patrick’s trouser belt. However, she had to surface from her thoughts as there was a pressing question she just had to asked.

‘Are you, by any chance, a… contortion fan? … It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Millions of people get turned on with what I can do… going by the number of subscribers on my website.’

‘Er… if you could straighten up now please – and put your clothes back on,’ scowled Mr Hughes.

Tia dropped her legs and sprightly got to her feet.

‘Sorry I didn’t mean to embarrass you… I do seem to have a powerful effect on…’

‘If… you could put your clothes back on!’ interrupted Mr Hughes, abruptly.

It has to be said that Tia was now, a fully-fledged exhibitionist and often, completely unaware of the enormous impact she had on people – even on the most insensible of professionals. She put her clothes back on – which was a seductive experience in itself.

‘I really am special then?’

‘Yes… very special, quite extraordinary. You definitely have a unique ability but it doesn’t alter the fact that your body is nowhere near ready to do what you have in mind,’ said Mr Hughes with a frog dancing around in his throat.

Tia had learnt a valuable lesson. This goal of hers was far from a-walk-in-the-park. This time she really was pushing the boundaries of human accomplishments. She needed a wake-up call, which is what she got – not that she was relenting in any way. It just meant that she had to train, train and train, push herself to the limit and put extra ice in the bath.

Chapter 20: The training begins.

Patrick had little choice but to make himself available from 1 pm every day for the following seven weeks, this used all of his annual leave up and some of his sick leave too… but it was worth it. By the time he arrived at Tia’s flat, she was already warmed up and beginning her stretches. She had only one position to practice but she still went through her other extreme positions to maintain her flexibility in all areas. This was always a turn on for Patrick to watch her perform but there was no time for what he had in mind in the afternoon. He would just have to wait and stay randy until the evening. The position she had to hold and intensively train for was simply astonishing – the most extreme backbend imaginable. She had demonstrated it to the specialist but she had to concede that the position quickly became painful when not masked by waves of sexual pleasure. Not only that, she was extremely limited as to what she could do whilst having her body folded into such a bizarre… knot.

Each day, she forced herself to hold the position two minutes more than the previous day. Whilst in the incredible pose – and Patrick supporting her body, she attempted to walk about the room. By the end of the first week, she could hold the position for a good fifteen minutes and walk several circuits around the room. With determination and fortitude, she pushed herself to the limit of discomfort and pain every day but she always recovered. This was excellent progress but there was a long way to go. After the second week, similar improvements were made and no longer did Patrick have to support her. She could now sustain the position for at least half an hour whilst walking about the room for most of the time. She was progressing at an incredible rate. Already, what she could do was simply astounding and unbelievable, even to a hardened Patrick.

Every week she visited the specialist, Mr Hughes, who examined her for any internal damage. To his credit, he always remained strictly professional despite been stunned (and turned on) by her freakish abilities.

The third week included an extra routine. It was time for the loop in the ceiling to be brought into use. With a long strap passing through the loop, she was able to pull herself upwards whilst folded in the extraordinary position. Her theory was that this would intensify her surreal bend like tightening the knot in a cord. As the days went by, she pulled harder and harder on the strap until she could pull herself off the ground. The pain was insufferable at first but after four days she could hang by her hands on the rope for several minutes and tolerate the pain.

By now she had progressed to holding the position for an hour and a half whilst continually walking briskly around the room.

Nearly four weeks had now passed in her training – she was over halfway there. No other words for it, she was truly remarkable. The continuous walking about was effectively strengthening her ligaments and muscles about her hips. This was essential because her hips joints were no longer supporting her – they were completely dislocated. Hanging from the ropes also made a noticeable difference, tightening up the incredible knot in her body. This extra stretch enabled her to bring her torso even further up in front of her pelvis. Now, so long could she hold the position that it was becoming almost second nature and reasonably comfortable.

On more than one occasion, she woke up in the morning to find herself with the extraordinary loop in her body. So fixated was she with her training, that somehow, she had contorted into it in her sleep. Naturally, for Patrick to wake up to this sight, was extremely arousing – but he just had to wait until evening before he had some fun.

By the fifth week, it seemed that she could hold the position indefinitely and walk about almost “normally”. The bend in her body was now so extreme that from a distance she looked as though she had lost a couple of feet in height and had an enormous arse. She had two weeks to go – it was time to venture outside.

After a quick warm up, she bent quickly and easily into position with her torso in an upright position hovering firmly in front of her pelvis. So much had she practised this unbelievable position that it was now as familiar as crossing her arms. It felt almost natural for her. She could walk in the position, hold herself comfortably in the position and was more or less pain-free. She dressed in one of her short, stretchy dresses which effectively covered her remarkable state. As she was somewhat shorter with a loop of body around her pelvis, the previously short dress came well below her knees. The extraordinary loop in her body made her appear as though she either had a backpack under her dress or she had seriously overdone it with buttock implants. It was a deformity that, out of respect, no one felt they should mention. This was convenient as it would avoid too many questions from passers-by.

Now the real training began. She would be satisfied when she could walk ten miles. Walking along the pavements in her incredible state, was entirely different from walking about the lounge in her flat. The route was uneven, there were obstacles, kerbs, there was climbing and descending. After a couple of miles, she was in moderate pain – not severe but certainly unpleasant. But… she had to do it. She had come too far now to give up. If she could pull it off, she would certainly make it into the history books. No one would ever do what she was going to do, again. It was the ultimate in endurance and would go beyond all boundaries of human achievements.

It was now time for her final visit to the specialist. This time Mr Hughes had arranged for her to be passed through a CT scanner whilst in her remarkable pose. The scan accurately revealed her folded frame, her completely dislocated hips, her severely opened vertebrae and a few other puzzling things.

‘Am I ok then,’ she asked Mr Hughes as he scrutinised the scans on his monitor.

‘There doesn’t appear to anything to worry about… That’s odd… Your rib cage and pelvis are quite unusual…’

‘Yes, I’ve had work done… is there a problem?’

‘Who did the work?’

‘Oh, I forget now, someone… I contacted… on the internet. Why, did they do a crap job or something?’ said Tia, hesitantly.

‘No, no, on the contrary, if I didn’t know better I would have thought you were born that way but obviously, that’s not possible – a perfect job, no scarring at all.’

Now there were two days left. She was almost ready and very pleased with herself. She had managed to walk over ten miles without too much discomfort.

It was time to make the call – let the media know.

She had previously enrolled and had been immediately accepted. Doing what she hoped to do would undoubtedly raise many thousands of pounds for her chosen charity.

The London Marathon was just over twenty-six miles. This was well over twice the distance she had previously walked whilst contorted into the extreme position… but she hoped that adrenaline and encouragements from the crowds would do the rest.

Chapter 21: No eyes on the Kenyans.

It was a London Marathon like no other. Usually, most of the cameras and attention would be focused on the elite athletes and front runners but this time it was different. Many cameras were trained solely on Tiaz as she calmly stood there looking almost like any other human being. However, everyone would just have to wait. Not until a moment before time was she going to get into ‘position’ and remove her warm padded clothing.

‘The time is almost upon us; the London Marathon is about to start. Let’s now go over to Brendon at the starting line,’ said the television presenter. ‘…Morning Brendon, I believe the gun is about to go off, is everybody warmed up and ready?’

‘I should imagine so - they certainly look all primed and raring to go. Thankfully the weather is just what the doctor ordered. As you can see, the favourites are poised at the front.’

‘I suppose all eyes are on the Kenyans as usual?’

‘Well yes and no. It happens that we have someone else who is getting more than her fair share of attention.’

‘Really… who might that be?’

‘Well, she caused quite a stir when she was last in the public eye and this time she may well leave her mark today.’

The camera switched from the start line to a close-up shot of Tia, right at the back with the rest of the runners, oblivious to the attention she was drawing.

‘Oh, my goodness, I see who you mean…that remarkable acrobat who shocked the nation.’

‘Shocked the nation she certainly did and I believe… shocked the Japanese nation too!’

‘And a few Welsh farmers!’

‘Yes, the one and only Tiaz… there she is!’

‘Well, she doesn’t look as though she is going to particularly surprise us all today?’

‘No, she doesn’t… pity.’

Exactly to schedule, the one-minute warning sounded. Patrick helped Tia remove her thermal clothing to reveal what appeared to be an ordinary, full body, purple leotard. For Tia, this was rather sensible and reserved, compared to her usual scanty attire she wore when performing. However, her truly erotic, sylph-like figure was still very much on display.

It was time to shock the nation.

Thanks to the painful, gruelling seven weeks of dedicated training, she effortlessly folded herself into the remarkable position in one swift continuous motion. It was a truly astonishing, unnatural, bizarre sight to behold – everyone but Patrick gasped with shock. She wriggled and tightened her extraordinary loop in herself and was ready.

‘Oh my Lord! I spoke too soon. That’s phenomenal, absolutely phenomenal! Did I just see that or did I fantasise it?’ said the newscaster.

‘No fantasy, you saw it... definitely a disturbing sight... in a pleasurable sort of way.’

‘You said it!’ said the newscaster.

‘What I want to know is, how the hell is she going to run or even walk like that?’ puzzled Brendon.

‘I don’t see a number anywhere on her?’ pointed out the newscaster.

‘Apparently a special exemption – after all, we know who she is. Officially it’s 360 if you must know – must have some significance?’

‘Let’s face it, she has no back to speak of, to put the number on, folded up like that.’

The start was delayed mostly because of the distraction she was causing but eventually, the gun went off.

Tia could only manage a wobbly walk but considering the position she was contorted into, any movement at all was simply unbelievable. However, this was the culmination of her life’s achievement. No argument, she was going to do it – end of.

Of course, everyone apart from a couple of ninety-five-year-olds were well and truly in front but the majority of the TV cameras were not trained on the leaders. In fact, just over two hours later when the usual group of Kenyans’ finished, it was barely mentioned. However, in that time, Tia had covered six miles and that was definitely mentioned. She was still reasonably ok – no serious discomfort yet and this lifted her spirits. Patrick walked alongside her, constantly giving her encouragement. Over the weeks, he had become somewhat desensitised to her amazing abilities but what she what accomplishing now, above all, made him extremely proud of her. Likewise, for once, Tia’s mind was on anything but getting turned on. Getting aroused would certainly make the task easier by masking the discomfort but this was far too serious for that.

The halfway point – thirteen miles came up in a remarkable five hours but the incredible feat was taking its toll on her. She hid the discomfort as best she could but she suspected it would only get worse. Bets around the globe were being made on whether she could do it or not – it was looking very doubtful. She could have chosen to mask any pain with strong painkillers but that would have been cheating – mostly on herself.

Another hour and another three miles passed – Tia was now clearly in pain. For six long hours, she had held this remarkable position – for want of a better description – a tight loop in her body. Despite what she was doing in full view of everybody, it would always be regarded as anatomically impossible (if anyone thought about it), but… she was doing it. It was a mystery how her heart was managing to pump blood to her legs through such an extraordinary arrangement of her form but it was. It was a mystery how her legs were working whilst her hips were severely dislocated. It was remarkable how she was holding her torso upright on a severely folded and opened spine. Never the less she was doing all this in a London marathon – completely mind-blowing – completely remarkable – completely unprecedented! In her mind, she had done it for six hours so she could do it for another six hours – she had to. Another hour passed and then another and then another. Patrick was a continual godsend giving her encouragement every step of the way.

For nine hours now, she had endured this incredible position without once unfolding herself – she was truly in agony. She had another three miles to do – at least another hour of excruciating pain… but on the upside, she had endured pain of this order before and come through it unharmed. The crowds were becoming accustomed to the visual shock of her severely contorted body and were now photographing and videoing her on their mobile phones and uploading it to social media. Many had stayed even though all the other entrants had now finished, were at home and now having their evening meal. All the cameras were still there, focused on her. She had to do it, she couldn’t let them down. She controlled the pain as best she could although she could no longer feel her legs, just sensing that they were carrying her forward towards the finish line.

And then it happened – the infamous brick wall. Ten long hours and just one mile to go but she could go no further. She had to straighten herself out, her body was screaming at her to put a stop to this absurdity – sending surges of intolerable pain to every corner of her frame.

‘Patrick, I can’t… go any… further,’ she wept as she struggled to get the words out.

Patrick knew it went against his better judgement but he couldn’t let her give up now. It was all down to him.

‘Sweetheart! Listen to me! Listen to me! You can do this, your body is special, unique – far more unique than you realise. The only remaining hurdle is pain and that’s just in your mind, ignore it and think about a serious question I’m about to ask you…’

‘What, for fuck’s sake!’ she screamed.

‘I love you beyond words… will you marry me?’ asked Patrick hastily.

If anything was going to take her mind off her discomfort it was that… and it did. She thought about it for quite a while – and this thinking masked the pain somewhat.

‘Ok, but only… if I can… do something very special… at our wedding,’ she gasped, thoughtfully.

‘Let’s finish this thing off first, then you can start planning.’

The finishing line was in her sights. The pain had been intolerably for hours but now she had other equally important things on her mind. She’d had concerns that her unyielding obsession… and doing this insane challenge may have jeopardised their relationship and future together but she needn’t have worried. The thought of getting married to Patrick, the crowds cheering and the cameras getting in close, kept her going. She may not be able to walk for weeks after this and she may well have blisters in places where there should never be blisters but she was going to finish.

SHE WAS GOING TO FINISH!

Euphoria filled her spirit and the enduring pain subsided. She stopped just before the finishing line to wave at the crowds. All her friends were there including Carla and several of her former workmates, Mr Hughes, the celebrities, the Japanese hosts, the Paramedics and the firemen all cheering her on – then she did the unbelievable and jogged the last few yards. She crossed the finishing line in style!

The marathon now over, without a moment to spare, she attempted to unfold herself – Patrick steadied her as she tried to ease herself down from between her legs but her spine had been tightly folded for far too long. Bit by bit, her spine eventually straightened out allowing her torso to ease through her legs. However, she was still locked in a highly unnatural position with the top half of her body folded down against her legs. Through all this, she was in absolute agony but did her best to hide the pain in front of so many onlookers. Patrick gently lowered her to the ground with her legs still locked in the highly unnaturally position. He tried to lift her body upwards away from her legs but Tia screamed out in pain. Fortunately, just at that moment, a familiar Paramedic rushed across to help.

‘Told you not to do it again or you’d get charged!’ he said.

He knew his job and gently massaged her hip area with his warm hands. The pain still prevailed as he manoeuvred both her legs into the correct position and relocated her hip joints. Tia was oblivious to this manhandling as her mind had drifted on to matters more relevant – she had two questions to ask:

‘I’ve decided… I’d like to get married in a circus tent and where’s my medal?’ she said astutely.

After over eleven incredible hours, she was finally sitting in a natural position on the floor – the incredible loop in her body was no more. She tried her best to stand up but that was impossible. She had to be supported, Patrick did this for her. The crowds cheered and applauded. A reporter rushed over to her.

‘Naomi Taylor, XYZ news. Are you ok after that truly astonishing achievement?’ she asked.

‘Nothing an ice bath won’t fix,’ said Tia weakly.

‘I think for once, you can give that a miss,’ said Patrick masterfully, pushing the reporter to one side.

It had been an extraordinary event. No one had ever seen anything quite like this before. She had done the impossible, something inhuman. Some people seriously began to wonder if she was, in fact, human – this included Mr Hughes.

Chapter 22: A government department.

Tia slept soundly as Patrick drove back to her flat. On several occasions, he glanced across at her. There was no one who appreciated how special she was more than Patrick. She was perfect for him in every possible way. She really was his dream girl. He always knew one day he would get exactly what he wanted if he waited long enough.

Just as the car pulled up outside her flat, Tia stirred.

‘How do you feel sweetheart?’ asked Patrick almost knowing the answer he was going to get.

‘Fine, really! Stop worrying, I’m fine - just needed that rest.’

‘Any aches and pains?’

‘Don’t think so… I’ll let you know in a second when I get out of the car.’

Of course, there were no aches and pains to speak of, she had recovered remarkably. Eleven hours folded up into the most extreme backbend imaginable whilst walking twenty-six miles and all it took was a couple of hour’s recuperation in the car to completely recover.

She flopped onto the sofa, Patrick went for the wine glasses.

‘I could kill for a cup of coffee,’ she said.

‘Coffee it is then!’

Patrick returned from the kitchen a few minutes later – Tia had fallen asleep again. He carried her into the bedroom, gently placed her on the bed and carefully covered her up. For once he had to be content with drinking his coffee and watch a motoring program on his own. Moments later, there was a knock on the front door. Patrick had a good idea who it would be… he hoped he was wrong.

‘Evening, sorry to trouble you, is the young lady known as Tiaz… at home?’ asked an unusual uniformed officer.

‘Why, not in trouble, is she?’

‘No, no, we just need to ask her a few questions.’

‘Oh dear, hope it’s nothing serious. Dropped her off at her mother's, seemed to prefer her company tonight rather than mine. I don’t know… after standing by her all through the London marathon, that’s the thanks I get... Women, I’ll never understand them,’ Patrick lied.

‘Oh, sorry about that sir. You don’t happen to have her mother’s address, do you?’

‘Hang on.’

Patrick returned moments later with a piece of paper with a made-up address on it.

‘Thanks for your assistance sir, sorry to trouble you.’

‘No problem… officer,’ replied Patrick.

Just as the front door closed, Tia emerged from the bedroom.

‘Who was that?’ she asked sleepily.

‘Nobody important. You need to rest,’ said Patrick.

‘You said ‘officer’, police officer?’

‘No, not a police officer… Sweetheart, I think it’s time for you to know a few things. Coffee’s there – come… sit,’ said Patrick masterfully.

‘Patrick, you’re worrying me. Was that the police? What’s going on?’

‘They may have looked vaguely like the police but they’re anything but. I’ve seen them before, they’re from some kind of government scientific research department...’

‘What do you mean, scientific research?!’ Tia snapped.

‘When you visited Mr Hughes, you had a scan, didn’t you?’

‘Yes… so?’

‘Did he seem to behave a bit oddly afterwards?’

Tia hesitated for a moment, ‘Patrick… something I think I should tell you, something really weird has happened to me… I can’t explain it.’

‘I assume you’re referring to your pelvis and your ribs… you’ve never had any surgery done, have you?’

‘No… how did you…?’

‘I know a lot more about you than you think.’

‘Patrick, now you’re really scaring me.’

‘Sorry sweetheart, I don’t mean to. You may not realise it but you have a unique ability.’

‘Course I realise it, I’m an amazing contortionist!’

‘Yes, but you are unique in more ways than you know. You were born a perfectly normal, beautiful little girl.’

‘Obviously!’

‘You weren’t born abnormally bendy but your body, all on its own, has adapted to your wishes. Over the years your pelvis has altered its shape and some of your ribs have disappeared enabling you to get into those remarkable positions.’

Tia said nothing, Patrick was right. She hadn’t had any body modification operations. As far as she remembered, as a little girl she was perfectly normal. She had the right amount of ribs in the right places and a normal pelvis. Somehow, over the years, her body had miraculously adapted to contend with her extreme desire to contort.

‘Nobody can do what you can do. No one will ever be able to do what you did today. You are an extremely special human being,’ said Patrick.

‘So what are you saying, I willed my ribs to disappear and my pelvis to narrow?’ suggested Tia irritatedly.

‘Yes… basically. You must have heard about Tibetan monks who have the ability to control raise their body temperature at will, Indian Yogis who can control their heartbeat. With years of practice, they have managed to tap into a just a tiny part of their mind power… You are on another level altogether, you just do it at will – your mind has complete control over your body.’

‘As if!’ she said scornfully.

‘I’ll put money on it that you’ve never had a day’s illness in your life, never had a tooth filled, perfect eyesight, never had a headache, stomach ache, been constipated… need I go on?’

Tia thought deeply for a second, he was right.

‘So you’re saying, I just will something about my body and it obeys?’

‘That’s about it! Eventually, in a few thousand years, perhaps all human beings will have this potential but you have it now. You’ve desired your body to bend into fantastic positions and it’s accommodated your wishes.’

‘That’s ridiculous!’

‘No, not ridiculous at all. Trust me, I know,’ said Patrick sternly.

‘How do you know?’ asked Tia.

‘Because… because I have the same ability,’ said Patrick coyly.

‘What, you’re a contortionist too?!’

‘Don’t be silly. Like you, I’ve never had a day’s illness in my life. Today brought it all back to me. Remember, six years ago, some chap supposedly ran the London marathon in less than a hundred minutes?’

‘Yes, vaguely, it was a scam, wasn’t it?’

‘As it happened, it wasn’t, but the organisers instantly came to the conclusion that this chap had somehow cheated.’

‘What, caught a bus or something?’ suggested Tia.

‘Probably, anyway, they ended up making the runner-up, the winner.’

‘You’re saying, that was… you?’

‘I didn’t even break into a sweat. I knew, there and then, that there was something special about me. Thing is, they obviously knew I hadn’t cheated – too many cameras on me. They eventually tracked me down but I managed to escape their clutches. I had no choice, I had to disappear and change my identity. I recognised the same people at your door just then.’

‘What are you saying, we’re both aliens or something?’ Tia nervously laughed.

‘That would be good… who knows? Perhaps we’re temporally displaced – future humans who shouldn’t exist yet. The upshot of all this is that we have the ability to more often than not, make our dreams come true.’

‘So, sweetheart, what other dreams have come true, then?’ asked Tia softly.

‘What do you think?’

‘To have the bendiest girl ever, fall in love with you?’ Tia suggested.

‘Got it on one!’

Ah, you kinky romanticist… so sweet, but you… we were just lucky.’

‘Luck has had nothing to do with it. You were what I desired, I was what you desired. We were drawn to each other by controlled coincidence.’

‘Controlled coincidence? You’ve made that up!’

‘The facts remain whether you believe it or not. Your body has adapted to do exactly what you desired – mind over matter. Something else that I desired that you have definitely noticed and taken advantage of,’ said Patrick coyly.

‘You don’t mean your…’

‘Guilty as charged. You don’t honestly think I was born that way. My parents would’ve had that fixed at birth. It took me just over three years to grow another.’

‘God, just talking about your double helping is making me palpitate. So… who was first?’

‘Perky of course but Pinky’s adapting well.’

‘I should say so!’

Tia couldn’t help but burst into laughter – Patrick joined in.

‘Sweetheart… I’ve taken in what you’re saying but… what the hell are you on about?’

‘Ok, here goes. There is something different about us. I don’t know what it is but somehow our brains are wired differently. No doubt there are lots more like us scattered about this world, perhaps unaware of their abilities. Obviously, we are not on the same level as ‘X men’ – but our brains have an extraordinary ability to control things. In your case, your mind has gradually redesigned your body to enable you to contort into any position you desire. You don’t need those ice baths – you’ve never needed ice baths. Look at you now, completely recovered. Only a few hours ago you had a surreal knot in your body so extreme that it should have cut the flow of blood to your legs but it didn’t. You held that position for eleven hours whilst walking 26 miles… now you haven’t so much as a blister and no doubt you could do it all over again tomorrow.’

Tia had to admit, everything he said was right. She often surprised herself how resilient she was.

‘Well… how can mind over matter have brought us together?’ asked Tia.

‘I don’t know the mechanics of it all but I purposely desired just you, nobody else would do. Events kept happening until we literally bumped into each other.’

‘They call that fate!’ scorned Tia.

‘Maybe they do, or… maybe we have the ability to control fate by the power of our minds. All I do know is, they know that we exist and basically they want to do research on us to know how we tick.’

‘What the hell for?’

‘Just think what an army of people like us could do with the right training and development, we would be an invincible force.’

‘You almost make me feel that I’ve wasted my talents,’ said Tia.

‘Certainly not you!’ protested Patrick.

‘Anyway, why should they think I’m so special? What I can do could be just down to extreme training?’

‘You sort of popped your head above the parapet, didn’t you?’ Patrick reminded her.

‘Mr Hughes,’ said Tia poignantly.

‘Exactly. People are strategically placed to sift us out. Mr Hughes obviously saw unusual things in your body scan and alerted the relevant department.’

‘If what you’re saying is right, we’re screwed then!’

‘Exactly, we have to disappear!’ said Patrick concisely.

Patrick suggested that they could emigrate to another country – perhaps Spain or one of the Greek islands. Tia had certainly become a rich woman over the past weeks. She could now afford a luxury property on the coast. Naturally, she liked the idea very much.

‘I could practice my unusual contortions on the beach and afterwards, go and cool down in the sea!’

‘You could… but you would attract a lot of attention,’ said Patrick soberly.

‘Not on a secluded beach!’

Chapter 23: The climax.

They drove to a hotel, some distance away from Tia’s flat – it would do for now. Tia wore a headscarf and an unflattering long coat that she used to wear for work. Fortunately, no one seemed to recognise her. The room was clean, warm and contained a firm, king sized double bed – what more could they ask for? It was strangely exciting for both of them being on the run and hiding from some secret government department. However, it was late and it had been a very busy day - especially for Tia. She flopped on the bed and instantly fell into a deep sleep without having a chance to do any bending or sex – much to the frustration of Patrick. For the first time in a long while he had to use his own clumsy hands. It was definitely a poor substitute.

The next morning was the first day of the rest of their lives – so it seemed. Had the world seen enough of Tiaz? What more could she show them? Actually, from what Patrick had told her, if she had the will and determination, she could show them a whole lot more. However, perhaps her talents were getting a little too disturbing for the general public. She decided that from now on, any improvement on her extraordinary ability would be for Patrick’s eyes only… and then perhaps, her member’s only website – and then YouTube and Xvideo – strictly in that order.

Patrick was still asleep so she decided to do a few morning stretches. Dispensing with an ice bath after the marathon was a little disconcerting but she needn’t have worried, Patrick was right, she didn’t need one – she had never needed one. Morning is normally when you are the most inflexible but not for Tia. After a few basic stretches, she took off her restrictive pyjamas and tried the incredible position she had continuously held during the eleven-hour marathon – she folded into it with ease.

Patrick stirred, ‘Wow, there’s a sight to wake up to… no aches or pains?’ he said sleepily

‘Weird… not a bit... and my spine seems to have really loosened up. See... I can twist all the way around with ease... and just look what happens to be right in front of my face, my cute little pussy!’

‘Oh shit, it’s far too early to get horny,’ moaned Patrick but he was.

‘Let me try something else!’ she said excitedly.

She unfolded from the incredibly contorted position and dropped down into the splits. In a continuous motion, she swiftly pulled her leg up vertically behind her and then lifted her leg in front vertically. Her feet touched above her head in a perfect 360° oversplits – she locked her feet together.

‘Holy crap, that really is no effort for you now – you really are unbelievable and I really am horny!’ groaned Patrick.

‘I think your mind over matter thing is right. I sort of convinced myself last night that I would improve for the morning and I have. No pain at all, I don’t feel as though this position is anywhere near my limit either.’

‘Well fortunately for me and my heart, you can’t go any further than that.’

‘I’m not so sure…’

‘Tia, I’m sure even super-beings have their limits.’

‘If that’s what you believe but as it happens, I don’t.’

She gently tugged at the shin of her leg behind her back, Patrick was correct, it wouldn’t go any further being firmly up against her back.

‘I wonder?’ she pondered.

She moved the leg outwards slightly to the side of her shoulder and then pulled at her shin again. Unbelievably her leg came forward past her shoulder.

‘Ouch, I can feel that!’ she winced slightly.

‘Oh my god… that’s just crazy, you’ve gone well beyond 360°. Look down at yourself.’

‘Daren’t, it might scare me!’ said Tia.

‘Well, it's scaring the shit out of me. How the hell are you doing that?’

‘I don’t know, never done this before. I wonder if my front leg will do the same, only go backwards?’

‘Tia! No, this is just stupid!’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll stop if it gets painful.’

Just as she did with the leg behind her she did with her leg in front of her. She gently moved it to one side and then with relative ease, brought it backwards and tucked it behind her shoulder blade.

‘Well… what do you think? No discomfort at all!’

‘Holy shit! That’s unbelievable, I must be still dreaming!’

‘God, the extra stretch is pure bliss, it’s making me so…. SO…!’ Tia screamed.

‘Oh dear… damp shorts again,’ moaned Patrick.

‘Come on then, over here, I’m ravenous!’

Tia’s mouth was at the perfect height and a moment later Tia was sucking hard on one of Patrick’s long, handsomely hard man part – the other was still asleep.

She paused for a second and drew breath – holding Patrick’s enormous appendage, moist and throbbing, in front of her mouth.

‘Push my legs further!’ she yelled.

‘You can’t possibly… oh well…’

Tia resumed, feasting on Patrick. The more he pushed on Tia’s legs, parting them ever further into the unknown, the more intensely she engorged alternately on Patrick’s hard pulsating twin shafts – Pinky had now woken up – he didn’t want to miss out. Just like Patrick, she was in heaven – the extreme pleasure was flooding through her body as truly incomprehensible stretching was occurring around her pelvis and hips. The sight of her legs continuing to move apart and Tia’s overindulgence on his erections was too much for Patrick making him gush his love juices all over her face – she licked her lips.

‘Incredible… Milk chocolate sorbet… and strawberries and cream! I’m in heaven!’ she screamed.

‘Told you… something I’ve been working on, thought you’d appreciate it,’ groaned Patrick.

‘Don’t stop… keep pushing my legs!’ gasped Tia.

Astonishingly, there seemed to be no limit and soon Patrick’s arms were completely outstretched, holding her legs as far apart as he could reach.

‘Keep pushing… I’m sure I can go much further!’ she screamed in ecstasy.

‘I can’t!’ yelled Patrick. ‘My arms are outstretched!’

‘Use your feet then!’ Tia screamed.

‘This really is insane,’ mumbled Patrick whilst he forced her legs down with his feet and hands as best he could. Then moments later the impossible of impossibilities happened – both her legs reached the floor.

‘Oh my god, this is absolute bliss, pure ecstasy!’ screamed Tia.

‘This is absolute insanity you mean. Are you aware what you’re doing? Oh god, your thigh bones… I can see them trying to burst out of your skin! Tia, this is stupid!’

‘Mind over matter…I’ll be fine,’ she insisted.

She gently felt both sides of her seriously abused pelvis. Patrick was right, there were bones in all the wrong places, loose and misplaced under her highly stretched skin. If she cared to look, the balls of her hip joints were clearly defined, trying to escape the mayhem going on within her. Despite this, touching herself in that area was highly sensual and brought on another wave of pleasure. It really was insane… the position Tia had reached with ease was completely implausible. Her legs were now so far split apart that it was hard to work out the figures. Technically she had accomplished a 540° oversplits but numbers didn’t do this position justice. Each of her legs had hinged so much about her pelvis that her skin around the area was tighter than a banjo string. Her hip joints were no longer just dislocated, they had completely gone their own separate ways.

‘I’ve just worked it out… you’re doing a 540° oversplits; how the hell are you going to get you hip joints back together now?’

‘Don’t spoil the moment… this… is…. absolute… euphoria,’ she sputtered whilst being interrupted by several waves of ultimate pleasure.

Suddenly there was a heavy knock on the door – Tia woke up with a start. She looked under the sheet, she was naked with her legs in all the right places. Conveniently, Patrick had his pyjamas on.

‘Sweetheart, get that will you?’

‘Wha… who??’ said Patrick suddenly waking.

‘Someone at the door, I’m naked, you’re not.’

‘Ok, ok!’ moaned Patrick as he almost fell out of bed.

‘God, one hell of a dream,’ said Tia, settling back on her pillow again.

Patrick went to open the door, he had a good idea who it would be – he hoped he was wrong.

‘Evening, sorry to trouble you, is the young lady known as Tiaz at home?’ asked an unusual uniformed officer.

‘Is she in trouble?’

‘No, no, we just need to ask her a few questions.’

‘Oh dear, hope it’s nothing serious. Dropped her off at her mother's, seemed to prefer her company tonight rather than mine. After standing by her all through the marathon that’s the thanks I get... Women, I’ll never understand them,’ Patrick lied.

‘Oh, sorry about that sir. You don’t happen to have her mother’s address, do you?’

‘Hang on.’

Patrick returned a minute later with a piece of paper with a made-up address on it.

‘Thanks for your assistance sir - sorry to trouble you.’

‘No problem,’ replied Patrick.

Just as the front door closed, Tia emerged from the bedroom.

‘Who was that?’ she asked sleepily.

‘Nobody important. You need to rest,’ said Patrick.

‘You said ‘officer’, police officer?’

‘No, not a police officer… Sweetheart, I think it’s time for you to know a few things.

Not quite… The end.

A few days later, they had a simple wedding – in a circus tent... but not before performing a traditional rag doll act. Patrick was in charge of bending the ragdoll into every position imaginable. Naturally, he didn’t hold back. At first, the audience gasped and applauded. However, as the bending and twisting became more and more extreme - and more incredulous, the audience became suspicious and started to jeer. No human could possibly get into the positions Patrick was bending the poor doll into – it was a sham – obviously there was no more than straw or foam rubber inside the rag doll costume.

Naturally, Tia took umbrage, she was insulted. She was having none of this, after all, it was such wasted opportunity, hiding inside a rag doll costume. Spontaneously, she unfolded herself from the tangle Patrick had bent and twisted her into and hastily removed the costume and mask. She then got back on the table and motioned Patrick to continue with his bending fun. Fortunately, she’d had the foresight to wear a bikini of sorts, under the costume. However, with Patrick enthusiastic bending and folding, it failed on several occasions to keep her dignity intact. Now the audience really did gasp, scream and shriek in horror whilst at the same time, keeping their hands firmly over their children’s eyes.

The wedding then followed, no friends or relations just a highly appreciative but stunned audience.

A few weeks later, Tia and Patrick managed to slip out of the country, unnoticed. They bought a beautiful luxury villa overlooking a private beach somewhere on one of the Balearic Islands. They were rich, happy and free.

Every morning and afternoon on the warm sandy beach, Tia practised her extreme stretching and then had a swim in the cool sea. Every evening she performed in the lounge overlooking the sea in front of Patrick. These actions always resulted in blissful, unnatural sex for both of them. It was paradise, it was a perfect life.

A few years later, as improbable as it seems, Tia had significantly progressed with the extent of her unbelievable flexibility. The only way that her body could feasibly accommodate her latest desires was to increase the collagen content of her bones. The result was that every bone of her skeleton could now flex as if made of rubber. She could now contort, twist and deform her body so dramatically that the publishers have advised me not to include illustrations of her final positions for being too shocking and disturbing.

Meanwhile, Patrick took Tia’s advice and by willpower alone, substantially increased the length of his erections. It took a few months but eventually, his hardened love sticks were so long that he could comfortably suck both his helmets and doubly satisfy himself without even bending forward. This was especially useful when Tia as too folded, bent and twisted up to attend to him. Naturally, Tia frequently made good use of Patrick’s prize possessions. To have the entire length of her oesophagus filled with pulsating man parts was simply bliss – for both of them.

Now it really is

The end