Alisih's Fiction

Stories and thoughts of a latex obsessed tumblr addict

[divo7ii]

[psyfemme]

Let him observe his anonymity. Let him see how blank you have made him, how featureless, how negated. Let his image reinforce your assertions of his new identity. Let his sense of self become vague and unclear, while your vision is reinforced through action, compulsion, affirmation and repetition. Let him slide into memory as a fiction of his past. Let him fade and dim as a poorly constructed character in a bad, old film. Your vision is bright, detailed and present. The here and now is a far more compelling concept for him to grasp As time passes he will develop a new history, a new memory, a new identity. His mind will cling to to the details that correspond to his reality. He will bind and meld with your design as it becomes all that makes sense. He will become yours in all his perceptions and beliefs, just as you have programmed him.

[christinas-stories]

A taste of is to come, this follows the events of the final play.

Christina sat in her massive office with her head in her hands. Her staff had only finished putting the office back together after the ranking governors of the United States and Canada were murdered by Christina’s longtime rival Michelle and Alexis. She had thought that she had them taken care of but the past few weeks proved her wrong.

Thinking back on the past few years, Christina sighed. It had seen the down fall of Michelle, Christina taking over the Von Dutch Estate, working to get the first female elected president of the United States, and being named to the Baroness Inner Circle. Wow all that in just a few years, that’s a life time to some.

Two years after Amelia was elected, she turned her sights on the Baroness. She wanted control of the Gynarchy. Christina had learned of her plans shortly after she sent the US Navy to attack the bulk of the Gynarchy. Christina staged a cue and ultimately convinced the Congress to surrender to the Gynarchy to shave off war. The Baroness in turn took complete control and named Christina Viceroy of the North American Gynarchy States. Christina in turn named the former Vice President her resident governor. Well we know how that ended up.

But Jennifer. What happen to her? Jennifer is the one that brought Christina into the Gynarchy. She trained her on how to be a commando. Jennifer had been one of Christina’s best friends, till complex 8 disappeared off the map.

Christina stood and looked out the window. She was only in her latex under garments with a silk robe hanging open on her. She gazed over the mountains, her own reflection looking back at her. She remembered the gun fight with Jennifer in Paris. She knew that she couldn’t beat her in a gun fight or even hand to hand, simply because they knew each other’s moves. They spent countless hours together. They were almost sisters. The last she saw Jennifer, the Gynarchy Security was loading her into a chopper.

Christina looked back at her reflection. She reached up and touched her left shoulder. “Why is it always the left shoulder? This keeps happening and I will have a robotic left arm.” Two scares were visible, both given to her by people she cared about. The first one by Alexis during the Complex 8 visit, the second from Jennifer just a few days ago.

THE FORREST IN PARIS

She lay there in the woods panting, holding pressure on her wounds. Her plans had been spoiled again by the same person, Christina. How could one person be so much trouble to her? She had tried to kill her before, multiple times. However, luck was always on her side. She also learned something today, the person that she thought she could trust she couldn’t. This was the last time that she it would happen. She would take down Christina and Michelle herself. Alexis found a cave and hid herself for some much needed rest

[dreadfulbliss-art]

[cumpuppetdumplings]

One of the most amazing rubber bondage comic strips EVER! 

Sadly this isn’t the complete story.

[nobodyspecialanymore-deactivate]

Oh so desirable!

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A Final Play

Prison ZA-187 - Canadian Rockies

The Gynarchy liked to get creative when it came to prison sentences. For her crimes, Michelle’s sentence was to be tormented for the rest of her days while decorating the walls of her former office. Alexis, on the other hand, was handed a more traditional life prison sentence without the possibility of parole. 

She saw daylight three times a week and spent the rest of it making dolls. Forty hours a week, fifty-two weeks a year, she spent glueing outfits onto replicas of the Gynarchy leaders. But they were in high demand despite their freaky looking faces. 

It creeped the hell out of Alexis. 

So much so that every so often she’d lose it and begin stabbing a doll repeatedly. She was so angry at being forced to work on something she had attempted (unsuccessfully) to fight against and after all, what could they do to her?  She was already in for life. A little bit of solitary was a welcome relief. Today, she was back after her most recent stint of isolation, glueing rubber outfits to plastic dolls. Over and over again. 

When not losing her cool, she liked to take pride in her work. She was a god damn scientific genius and right now she could feel her temperature rising as the dress she was trying to put on the doll was not cooperating. 

In the background was the usual noise coming from a tv playing some game show or infomercial. The whole thing was propaganda anyway so she tried to treat it like it was white noise and tune it out. It managed to blend in with the usual hum of activity so well that it became second nature to her but when it suddenly got quiet she noticed. 

Usually, when it got quiet it was because someone was having a meltdown or there was an inspection going around. But there was usually a different sort of quiet hum. This was however too quiet. 

She looked up and saw both prisoners and guards alike hovering around the television set. Curious, she moved over to join them and see what was happening. 

The screen flickered between images of fire blazing and buildings crumbling all with a “GYNews - Breaking News” banner flashing underneath. 

“And once again we’re getting reports of massive explosions from around the world. We don’t, as yet, know the cause but will bring you any news as this story develops.”

Alexis stood there mouth wide like the others managing to make only one word. 

“Woah...”

—

Abandoned Tube Station, London

Jennifer’s eyes slowly began to open as she became aware of someone standing over her blocking the light. 

“Jennifer!” Chistina was shouting as she shook Jennifer rather vigorously. “Wake up.”

“What's happening?” Jennifer mumbled as if waking from a deep sleep or a serious hangover.

“It’s ok you’re safe.” 

Christina reached around behind her and began to cut away the ties but when Jennifer tried to move she simply lifted for a second then fell back into the chair.

“Easy there,” Christina said placing her hand on Jennifer’s shoulder.  “We don’t know how long you’ve been here for.”

“What happened?”

“Long story short: Michelle isn’t bound on the wall in my study like we thought and when I tried to find you I was eventually able to track you down to here. I think the two might be connected. What happened to you? How did you end up here?”

“I don’t know” Jennifer responded feeling her temple as a roaring headache melting her brain. “I was watching a safe house on the outskirts of London and then I remembered waking up here with you over me.”

Christina looked at Jennifer visibly confused.

“But you were conscious when I came in to rescue you. You had a gag in your mouth but we made eye contact and you mumbled something then passed out.”

“I,” Jennifer began trying to think back to what had happened in between. “I don’t remember that..” 

As Jennifer’s voice trailed off, a Gynarchy commando came running into the room holding a tablet.

“Ma'am, you need to see this,” they said thrusting the tablet towards her. “We’re under attack.”

Christina took it and as she processed the images, her face alternated between horror, shock and anger.

“Michelle,” she muttered tapping her finger on the screen. “She has to be behind this.”

“Why?” Jennifer asked. “All you have is that she is missing. There is no way yet to connect her to this.”

Christina attempted to connect the dots between Michelle not being where she was supposed to be and the recent events but her links were circumstantial. Jennifer could have verified them but they were reliant on memories Jennifer no longer had. 

“You’re making leaps Christina,” Jennifer said bluntly, still battling her headache which seemed to get better for a moment. “We need proof before we can link her to this.”

Seeing Christina upset at her ideas being rebuffed, Jennifer tried to calm her down. 

“Look we’ll find whoever did this. And whether it was Michelle or not we’ll find her too.”

As Christina started to pace back and forth putting together the events in every way to try and link Michelle, Jennifer was sitting in the corner wondering what else she wasn’t remembering. What had happened between blacking out in the safe house and waking up here. 

Her head was thumping with the returning headache.

—

Resistance Camp, Coventry, England

During her attempt to gain a foothold within the Gynarchy, Michelle made very few if any mistakes. Or at least she thought so. This, of course, meant that the failure of her previous plan was not in fact her fault but rather sloppy work of others that was the root of the problem. Failure this time would not be a possibility as she had taken direct control of each phase. Each person has so little to think about that it could not possibly go wrong. 

After her escape many months ago, her first task was to orchestrate the disbanding of the agency. She introduced an idea that the agency had been infiltrated all the way to the highest of levels. She poked and prodded it every so often but the mission had gone smoothly. Of course, she was wary that there would be a small trail that would lead back to her.

Her current plan had been meticulously planned over the last few months and as the start date drew closer and closer she had begun to double and triple check the work her former rescue party carried out. She simply didn’t trust them not to mess everything up on her and force her on the run again.

She had feared that remnants of Complex 8 would come back to find her in some shape or form. Then she got news of the events in the safe house. 

The infiltration of the safe house in Knightsbridge just a few short time ago summed up perfectly how dangerous even a single element of the Gynarchy could be. Luckily for Michelle and her plans, the incompetent fool who was followed into the safehouse wasn’t totally incompetent and managed to set off the sleeping gas. Of course, he had still made a mistake and was severely punished but it could have been a lot worse. 

In fact, it had turned out for the better with Jennifer now on their side. Kind of. Michelle hoped that should the need arise her new sleeper agent would be able to misdirect the Gynarchy or help her in some way that would buy her some time so that the plans she set in motion to be irreversible. 

There was a chance that Jennifer might be able to resist of course but Michelle thought of it as more like some fancy decoration.

Since her escape from London Michelle had been busy with her latest plan of which phase one had just been completed. A former project spearheaded by Alexis had been deployed successfully and all that was left was to watch the news as Gynarchy forces deployed to contain and assess the damage caused. 

Phase two was all about the narrative being adjusted and controlled through social media and the resulting news reports. The message they spread was quite simple. Fear and control. Or more specifically was the gynarchy afraid of losing control? And then the resulting fear that caused.

News headlines called the explosions ‘catastrophic’ and were already looking for who and what to blame. 

‘Devastation in cities across the world! Who is responsible?’

‘Gynarchy orbital weapons launched? Who pulled the trigger?’

‘Did the gynarchy turn their weapons on there on people?’ 

‘Has the hunt for rebels gone too far?’

She couldn’t have written them better herself. Of course, the politicians will flock to support the gynarchy but one or two will speak up and then phase three can begin. 

—

Prison ZA-187 - Canadian rockies

It didn’t take long for Alexis to put together the pattern between attacks. If she connected the sites of the explosions and used the time of the attacks as a basis point, she could see a pattern emerging suggesting that the attacks all originated from a single point that was moving at incredible speed. The talking heads on the TV suggested some sort of nuclear attack but other reports said that there was no trace of radioactive fallout or traces of explosives. They suggested planes using some sort of new ray gun attacks but Alexis simply laughed. 

She knew what it was, after all, she was one of its designers from before she joined Michelle at the Estate.

Back then she worked for the US government on a project involving tungsten rods that could be launched from an orbiting satellite. Once launched they’d travel to their target, reaching their terminal velocity along the way before impacting with the force of approximately 11.5 tons of TNT (or 7.2 tons of dynamite).

If she remembered correctly, they were able to store fifteen tungsten rods in the magazine. They tested the satellite twice and so far there had been eleven attacks which meant there were potentially still two rods left in orbit.

At that moment the entire building began to shake. Huge clouds of dust filled the air along with the sound of a deafening explosion. 

—

Steps in front of Capitol Hill, Washington, USA

“The world has been rocked by the events of the last month. Both myself and the Canadian governor have extended our condolences to the victims in the eleven cities around the world. This act of supposed terrorism has raised some serious questions about the Gynarchy and its plans for the world.”

“It's no secret that both myself and the rest of the US government at one stage welcomed and soon became part of the Gynarchy. We were received with open arms and the promise of a better world for all to live in. One free of war and terrorism.”

“And yet here we stand today. Victims of these most heinous crimes.”

“In the last week, a few spoke up and questioned our once firm position as unwavering members. These brave souls who spoke their mind, not just here but around the world, have either been found murdered, the victim of apparent suicide or have simply vanished ”

“We have asked for clarification. We have asked for reasons. We have asked for justice. We have received nothing but static.”

“That is why today both myself, the Governor of the United States and the Governor of Canada are travelling to the Gynarchy headquarters here in North America to meet with the North American leader of the Gynarchy to demand answers, explain that we have no faith in the Gynarchy and we shall be leaving the Gynarchy effective immediately.”

“Thank you.”

—

Von Dutch Estate

No sooner had Christina’s helicopter set down on the grounds of the Von Dutch estate armoured commandos began spilling out and moving towards the main building. Christina and Jennifer were not far behind with Christina’s mind racing through the possibilities. 

Who the hell organised this? Who did the governors think they were meeting? Did they think it was her? If this was part of Michelle’s plan perhaps she’d be here in Christina’s office. Christina had been half a world away trying unsuccessfully to hunt down Michelle. But if Michelle was here then Christina was chasing ghosts in Europe all this time.  With the roads leading back here, there was no doubt in her mind that Michelle was the culprit behind these attacks. But what was her endgame? 

On the way to the building, Christina had noted the motorcade that was no doubt used by the Governers to travel to the estate and yet there was no sign of any secret service or even the staff of the estate itself. Things got even stranger as they made their way into the building. She could hear the team shouting “clear” as they conducted their sweep through room after room and coming up empty. 

As the stacked up on opposite sides of the double doors leading into the main office, Christina had chills seeing Jennifer standing opposite completely focused on the task at hand. It gave her a feeling of confidence that no matter what happened, everything would be ok. 

With a hand gesture, Jennifer motioned to move inside in three… two… 

Before she could fully extend her one remaining finger shots emerged from the office turning the door into nothing more than swiss cheese. At least four commandos dropped to the floor injured before being hauled away by their comrades to tend to the bullet wounds. Jennifer and Christina were hesitant to just fire blindly into the room not knowing if there were hostages inside. 

With an eventual stop in the gunfire, they both looked at each other. They knew it was an opportunity to breach into the room. Observing they were the only two left uninjured who were not tending to the wounded, they nodded before putting boot to door and knocking it down. 

Braced for gunfire heading their way and alert to take out any active shooter in the room, they were beyond shocked to see the room devoid of movement. In fact, there were no sounds whatsoever bar their shoes on the floor as they cleared the area. 

As they approached the desk, they could see two people slouched in the chairs in front of the desk. Christina recognised them both instantly as the US and Canadian Governors. They felt the bodies for a pulse but both were dead from gunshot wounds at close proximity. This was the last thing they needed. It would only further destabilise the region and ignite tensions. 

The silence was pierced suddenly by muffled sounds outside the room. Christina looked to  Jennifer. They both heard it: a silenced weapon. 

—

Jennifer turned from Christina to the door. The sound came from just outside the room and where the commandos were dealing with the wounded. They both ran towards the door cautiously peek around it to check for any sign of the shooter.

Jennifer stumbled slightly as she came to the door extending her arm, bracing herself against the frame. She felt a strange pain in her head like a headache that instantly took hold. Shaking her head she looked around the door at the remainder of their strike team lying outside the door. They were all still and lifeless. Christina was kneeling beside one of the commandos searching in vain for a pulse. She looked up towards Jennifer shaking her head before checking the next body.

Suddenly, Christina’s head darted up like a cat who had heard a far off noise. Jennifer closed her eyes to try and focus on listening and in the distance, she could hear the sound of their helicopter spinning up its rotors. Not so much running as quickly stumbling forwards, Jennifer chased after Christina who had darted to the main entrance. 

As she made her way to the door, she could hear Christina yell out ‘Freeze!’ and a second later a gunshot.

As she leaned against the door, the figure came into focus. They stopped walking towards the helicopter, stop and turn towards Christina. Jennifer’s headache subsided as she stepped out of the main doorway following Christina with her weapon raised.

----

Christina’s blood was boiling. Did she mean to fire a shot? Maybe. Michelle wasn’t stopping when she had shouted at her. But then again her hands were physically shaking and despite her desire to kill Michelle, she was glad it missed. There was no room for mistakes. This time Michelle was going to a very very dark cell and Christina was going to make sure of it. After all standing in front of her was Michelle Von Dutch who not so long ago Christina was sure was locked away on her wall. 

She took a deep calming breath. ‘No room for mistakes,’ she reminded herself. 

Christina stood weapon aimed at Michelle and surveyed the area. Beyond Michelle, and just outside the helicopter, was the body of the pilot who flew them to the estate not an hour ago. Manning the helicopter instead was another familiar face she thought was locked away. She didn’t know when Alexis had broken out of prison but no doubt it was Michelle’s doing. Alexis for her part, however, took no notice of Christina. She was busy preparing the helicopter and as far as she was concerned, they were still leaving any minute.

Christina edged forwards to Michelle keeping her gun fixed on her. She motioned for her to get on her knees knowing that the helicopter would drown out any attempt to give verbal instructions. 

Michelle stood there defiant as ever and shook her head: no.

Christina felt a pistol pressed into her back. She had been flanked. But by who?

A hand came forwards from behind her and took hold of her weapon. She recognised the hand and the arm but didn’t believe it until Jennifer stepped around in front of her. Jennifer looked different. Her skin was pale, her eyes as black as the shiny latex she wore. Keeping her weapon trained on Christina, she walked backwards towards the helicopter and Michelle.

Christina could only watch in confusion as Michelle took one of the weapons from Jennifer and stepped around in front of Jennifer.

Jennifer kept her eye contact (and the gun pointed at Christina) as Michelle placed her lips on Jennifer's giving her a deep and passionate kiss.

Christina couldn't believe it. Why would Jennifer do something like this? She must be under Michelle's control somehow. Michelle turned around giving Christina the purest of evil and gloating glares before taking Jennifer's hand and leading her onto the helicopter. 

Christina stood there, boiling in her fury as the helicopter left the ground and ascended into the sky and out of her reach.

—

Chateau Latex, Paris, France 

Christina had a bad feeling about this whole event. A meeting of all the leaders of the Gynarchy along with the Baroness was a mistake in her view as long as Michelle and Jennifer were at large. What’s more, the media had found out about it and was now circling like vultures looking for any tiny scoop they could gleam. 

Christina was completing what must have been at least her fiftieth sweep of the perimeter when she found some of the guards huddled around a monitor watching the GYNews channel:

“Gynarchy leaders and regional governors from around the world are meeting today in an extraordinary conference just outside Paris. Having witnessed the brutal murder of the Canadian and US Governors by Gynarchy soldiers live-streamed across the world, many will be coming looking for answers not to mention with a level of heightened security.”

Christina began to feel her temper rising.

“Don’t you all have jobs to be doing?” she demanded as the soldiers realised she was behind them and they scurried to return to their posts.

The news broadcast had Christina’s stomach doing backflips. It was understandable that they were looking for answers after the recent events. But the fact that many of the signatories were considering breaking up the Gynarchy or even replacing the Baroness as the leader made her uneasy. Was their peace so fragile that it could be destroyed by Michelle? Christina shuddered at the thought and returned her thoughts to her work. This was too tempting a target for them to pass up on. 

She had made numerous sweeps of the building but there was a constant stream of dignitaries in either cars or helicopters arriving at the chateau on the outskirts of Paris. Christina was happy and worried each time checks came in ‘all clear’.

Something was not right. Her gut told her so.

—

Michelle had watched the news intently since her escape from North America. She was pleased and somewhat surprised that it had gone as well as it had. She hadn’t anticipated Christina being out of the country or when she found out that Christina was that she would then make it back in time to attempt to intercept her. Nor did she anticipate that her wild card, a nanobot controlled Jennifer would actually aid her escape. It was a welcome adjustment to the plan.

Oh and that look on her face after she had kissed Jennifer. Well, that just made her year. 

She glanced at the progress bar on the computer and then across the tiny room at Jennifer standing motionless. Soon it would be complete. 

One last play.

—

Christina took a pitstop in the control room to have an energy drink and began to stare at the monitors. It was the first time in about eight hours that she had got to sit down. 

Right now all the dignitaries were in the main hall being addressed by the Baroness herself. The doors were sealed and while normally Christina would love to be ‘a fly on the wall’, today she needed to be on the lookout for anything and everything that was out of place. 

For example, in the corner of her eye, she could see that helipad four was not vacant as it should have been. The Australian Ambassador’s helicopter was still idling on the pad.

“Why is pad four not clear?” she asked to the room.

“They’re having a problem with their tail rotor, ma’am,” a security agent to her left said. “An engineering crew is on their way up.”

Something about it didn’t sit right with her. 

“Tell them I’ll be right up,” she announced standing up and screwing the top on her drink.

—

Jennifer held her rifle close to her breast, her back against the door. She was keeping guard, listening out for any disturbance as her Mistress activated the internal cameras and beginning her live stream.

She had one job and one job only: To protect her Mistress. 

It was the only thing she could think about. 

Michelle closed her laptop and stood.

“Time to go, drone.”

Jennifer nodded. She turned the doorknob and peeked outside. The way was clear so she beckoned on her Mistress.

—

Christina could see the two engineers that were working on the tail rotor packing up their toolboxes and walking towards her as she reached the roof. She saw them give the pilot a thumbs up to which the pilot reciprocated before spinning up rotors and taking the helicopter to hover on the pad. 

The pilot must have been confident with the state of the fix as a moment later it took to the air and made its way away from the chateau.

“Commander? Come in please,” a voice came over her radio.

“Go ahead.”

“We’re detecting a large power surge in the auxiliary comms room and it appears as though someone is trying to breach our security measures and broadcast from inside the building.”

“I’m on my way!”

This was it, Christina thought as she made her way back inside. This has to be their move. They’ll try to stream the conference to the world and put their own twist on it.  But why a power surge? That seemed sloppy for Michelle. Unless it was for something else.

Placing her hand on the door handle, she could still hear the sound of a helicopter. 

“Control, is there another heli up here waiting to go?”

“No, ma’am. It’s all clear up there. Why do you ask?”

Christina tuned out the radio, looked around, saw that there was another helicopter on pad three with two people walking towards it. She would recognise that gait anywhere as Michelle and Jennifer and they were heading to the helicopter.

She began to run across the rooftop, pulling her weapon out of its holster. Again, she found herself pointing her gun towards Michelle but this time with Jennifer in the way.

Jennifer must have heard or seen something because she turned around and instantly had her weapons pointed at Christina. 

Christina heard the shot and then felt the bullet passing through her shoulder. 

“FUCK!” she yelled in pain as she fell behind the air conditioning unit to her left. 

Blood was now pouring down her left side from the open wound as she gathered her composure and poked her head around the corner. She got a glimpse for a second of Jennifer on one knee, head tilted over the gun, one eye closed, the other aiming down her rifle at her location. A second later a hail of bullets forced her back around the corner. 

She fired a few blind shots around the corner in Jennifer’s general direction before moving in the opposite direction.  

Christina ducked from cover to cover, exchanging fire with Jennifer trying to get a position where she could take a shot at the helicopter. She hoped that maybe she could prevent it from taking off and Michelle getting away. But Jennifer was on to her. For every move Christina made, Jennifer countered either by moving or firing a few shots that prevented her from moving or both. 

In the background, Christina could hear the sound of the helicopter changing. It was getting ready for take-off with the engines sound modulating from idle to attempting to get some lift. 

It as now or never as Christina looked down to see she was on her last magazine. Gathering herself as a do or die moment, she emerged from cover and took aim at the helicopter as its wheels gently left the landing pad. 

She got about three or four shots towards the chopper before Jennifer emerged from her side and tackled her to the ground. The two struggled on the ground, holding the weapon firmly between them, firing it several times more with the bullets hitting either brick or metal. 

Christina was worried about hurting Jennifer but seeing her not hold back and even press her hand onto Christina’s open wound spurred Christina on to fight for control of the weapon and possibly her life. Two more shots rang out this time somewhat muffled and Jennifer’s grip on Christina loosened considerably as she fell back.

Christina jumped to her feet and raced over towards the helipad, where the helicopter was once again back resting on it, with its engine coming to a stop. As she approached the helicopter cautiously, she could see bullet holes in the rear section, the open passenger door and another bullet hole in the glass of the pilot's cabin. She peered inside the passenger compartment but it was empty and then circled around to the pilot’s seat where an unconscious but still alive Alexis sat. Looking around she could see no sign of Michelle. Then she remembered her struggle and raced back to Jennifer. 

She came to a sliding halt in front of Jennifer and knelt down on the ground beside her.  The wound was bad and despite putting pressure on it she could feel Jennifer slipping away from her. She looked into Jennifer’s completely black eyes.

“Why did you do it? Why would you?” Christina sobbed as Jennifer looked up with a smile on her face.

“I love her. She is my Mistress.”

With that Jennifer’s head rolled back and her completely black eyes returned to their usual black, white and grey.

Several members of the security detail approached sweeping the area. 

“Are you ok Ma’am?” one of the commandos asked, pointing towards her shoulder wound.

“Michelle was up here,” she replied anger clear in her voice, “Find her!”

“Yes Ma’am,” the commando replied before pointing at various guards. “You! Look over there!” she said pointing at one of the other commandos before turning to another, “You! Look over there!” 

It was no use and she knew it. Michelle would be gone by now. 

A voice came out over the radio. 

“Commander! We were able to shut down the signal. Near as we can tell it was a beacon for the orbital platform to lock on to so they could launch another kinetic missile. But we’ve shut it down. We should be safe for now.”

Christina didn’t respond. 

She didn’t care. 

She simply sat there with Jennifer in her arms.

—

GYNews 8PM News

“In extraordinary scenes today, Baroness Vanessa Kensington addressed a summit of Gynarchy leaders. The Baroness shared declassified materials which showed that a rogue group of terrorists orchestrated the entire plot against the Gynarchy and its people. Former American businesswoman turned terrorist, Michelle Von Dutch was responsible for the devastation that brought the world to its knees.“

“The evidence did persuade the counties to hold off any decisions but the long-lasting consequences of recent events won’t be felt for many months or even years to come.“

“The summit also had a few issues of its own when it came to security. Sources close to the delegates tell GYNews that Von Dutch and an, as yet, unnamed co-conspirator attempted to launch another kinetic weapon against the conference to wipe out all the remaining leaders. The co-conspirator was pronounced dead at the scene but Von Dutch escaped.”

“Gynarchy forces also assures us that they have destroyed the orbital weapons platform to prevent it from being used again.“

“With the death toll now approaching half a million people, a worldwide hunt for Von Dutch is still underway which begs the question: Will Von Dutch be captured before she can strike again?”

“For GYNews, I’m Alicia Shrewbury.”

---

And so ends the final part of the trilogy. 

As always some unanswered questions:

Where is Michelle now? 

How long can the fragile peace continue with Michelle at large?

Is Complex 8 truly gone? Was the memory wipe they took permanent or simply a ploy to protect themselves and return to a state of deeper anonymity?

What happened to Alexis? Did she escape or is she back putting latex dresses on dolls?

I know I have my theories on them but am interested to know what others think. 

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A Prison Break

Two years ago - Von Dutch Estate, USA 

Michelle had been very particular when choosing her office. The view from it was quite simply: stunning. She could see the stiff snow-covered peaks of the nearby mountains leading down to the dense forest (currently showing their autumnal colours) and then the twisting river that ran alongside most of the western border of her property.

The events of the past few days had been a gamble to say the least. She knew there would be consequences if she failed. What they were, she didn’t know yet but no doubt the answer, good or bad, would be coming through the door at any moment. 

As if on cue, the doors behind her opened and in marched her visitor as her maids scurried out. Jennifer something or other. One of the lackeys of the Gynarchy. 

“Michelle Von Dutch,” Jennifer said with a tone indicating the final result of the power play, “Time we had a little chat.”

Michelle took one last look out the window and bowed her head in resignation. 

Michelle turned to see the commando standing with her team pointing their weapons at her like she was some evil mastermind just caught trying to blow up the world. She smiled, looked to the side thinking and chuckled a little. Well maybe a bit of world domination. Would it have been so bad?

She placed her hand on the back of the large tan leather chair behind her desk and pulled it out. 

“So what happens now?” she asked cooly stepping around between it and the desk. 

“Get on your knees and put your hands behind your head.”

“I had great plans,” Michelle continued as she ignored Jennifer’s order and instead sat down on her chair. “There could have even been a place for you as my little pet. Or maybe if that backstabbing bitch had kept her place, you could have been her pet.”

Michelle found herself getting strangely aggravated at Christina’s betrayal. Did she not give her enough attention? Why would she do something like this? The reason wasn’t that far away standing at the opposite side of the room.

Michelle looked up from her chair, eyes like daggers aimed straight at Jennifer. 

“I will have my revenge.”

“Yeah,” Jennifer replied laying the sarcasm on extremely thickly, “Sure you will.”

Jennifer lowered her rifle which swung down around behind her back as she reached to her thigh and took out her sidearm. Aiming the pistol at Michelle’s chest, the agent squeezed the trigger and released the tranquiliser dart. 

As it found its mark, and unseen to Jennifer, Michelle had just pressed a small practically invisible button on the base of her desk. Feeling her eyes growing heavy she found some solace that whatever came in the short term, her contingency plan was going into effect.

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Seven days ago - Former Von Dutch Estate, North Amercian Gynarchy Headquarters 

It was a quiet day or rather as close to quiet as Christina could get when you’re running a small corner of a massive international empire. But it most certainly was a welcome change to her usual back to back travel. Paperwork waits for no one and despite the progress the Gynarchy has made, eliminating paperwork was not one of them. 

Christina had made quite the mark on the world in the last two years bringing many into the light of the Gynarchy and unfortunately some of that required new documents to be drawn up and meetings to be scheduled. It was a full time job but one she was only too happy to do. Except for the paperwork. She needed a new secretary to do all her paperwork but for now she’d settle for a break. Her eyes wandered across the room to the clock. 

‘Eleven-thirty. Perfect. Time for a break,’ Christina thought after all she had been going non stop since about eight a.m. Once she found a rhythm, it was hard to distract her. 

Picking up her glass of orange juice and the last crumbs of her breakfast, she wandered over to the bookcase and picked up one of her favourite books: Alice in Wonderland. She had promised to set aside more ‘me’ time and what better way than one about falling down a rabbit hole. Her own adventure down a ‘rabbit hole’ was certainly book worthy and one she wouldn’t change a bit. 

Walking over to the couch, she kicked off her boots and put her feet up before losing herself in the book. One chapter turned into two and she promised herself after the third she’d stop and get back to work.

As the clock rang out for twelve, she replaced her bookmark, rose and returned the book to its empty space on the shelf. From the unit beside the bookshelf, she could hear the gentle hum of the vibrators. Like the clock tolling out, they too were on a tight schedule. She enjoyed the reminder that her former employer, now her prisoner, was still in arms reach being lovingly brought to the brink before being denied.. 

As she reached up and ran her finger down the rubber prison holding Michelle in place, the body inside reacted ever so slightly to her touch. It never failed to make her smile but something was off. She ran her finger down the prisoners right leg and specifically her tibia. When Michelle was in college playing volleyball she fell awkwardly and chipped it. Michelle always laughed it off as a war wound but when it came to winter she wasn’t afraid to use this minor chip to her advantage. It was a small bump no bigger than the smallest pea but this person, this prisoner, this Michelle had no such bump. 

Recoiling, she ran across the room to the sofa and withdrew the knife she kept in her right boot. Turning and racing back to the upright vacuum bed, she stabbed the blade into the left perimeter and sliced downwards breaking the seal, releasing the prisoner who had been trapped for over a year. Christina took a step back as the person who was supposedly Michelle Von Dutch collapsed on the floor covered in a thick layer of what was best described as goo and hooked up to any number of wires and pads designed to keep her alive, relatively healthy and not to mention ‘stimulated’.

“Who the hell are you?” Christina asked taking a firm grasp of the prisoners slippy neck and placing the tip of her blade right beneath their chin. 

They had better speak quickly and better have a good explanation. 

“Where is Michelle Von Dutch?”

Two years ago - Complex 8 Black Site, Location Classified

Michelle had drifted in and out of consciousness as they transported her around the world to what she assumed was some Gynarchy prison. No doubt some beastly thing where they’d feed her a grey gloop for her breakfast, mid morning snack, lunch, dinner and evening meal. She shuddered at the thought of having to share her bedroom with someone else.

When they did eventually arrive at the destination and removed her from the van, she could see blue sky overhead before entering some sort of building. They made their way through a number of corridors through a few secure doors before entering a lift and while she wasn’t sure what it was, something told her they were going underground. Deep underground. 

She could hear the two soldiers talking about her and how they were going to turn her into a proper little boy with a little soldier of ‘his’ own to boot. The thought horrified her and she could feel tears welling in her eyes as they wheeled her trolley out of the lift, down a corridor and into a small room. 

The fluorescent tube light flickered as it came on revealing a grungy and definitely unsanitary room. They untied her from the metal slab, slotted their hands under her armpits and lifted her to the floor. She heard the click of a restraint locking on her ankle before the two guards walked over and out through the door.

“See you soon, little Mickey,” the girls laughed as they flicked the light off, closed the door and secured the bolt on the far side leaving her in the dark, a heavy metal chain attaching her ankle to the centre of the room. There she waited in the cold dark cell, robbed of all her expensive clothes and reduced to a size too big orange latex jumpsuit with straight jacket like arms that kept them restrained behind her back. Much as she loved latex, it was a terrible insulator against the cold concrete floor. 

A day, maybe two, later before she saw someone and even then all they did was move her from the tiny room to some sort of lab. There she was stripped, placed on another metal table and all sorts of pads and wires were attached to her. They even forced some tubes up her nose, into her mouth and other parts she’d rather they didn’t. The technician doing the inserting leaned across, checked a few wires then moved out of sight.

“Enjoy your last glimpse of light,” they said as a sheet of latex was lowered from the ceiling above her. As it descended and began to touch her lightly it stopped and she wondered what she meant as there was still light coming in from the sides. Then the suction began and she felt it become vacuum sealed around her. 

“I’ll be back in the morning,” she heard the technician their voice muffled as the vacuum pumps wound down, their jobs complete and the tight seal formed holding her perfectly in place unable to move even the slightest. 

“I’ll just leave this here for the night,” she said as Michelle felt something pushed up between her legs.  “Enjoy it. It's the last one you’ll get as a woman.”

What became apparent as a vibrator instantly started to work and Michelle didn’t hear the clack for the technician's boots as she left for the night.

Michelle counted seven before she gave up and stopped counting. She was on the cusp of another when the vibrator suddenly stopped and the latex sheet separate and move back towards the ceiling. They couldn’t have just let her finish that one last wave?

As she turned her head though she was not greeted by the technician but rather three men wearing very greasy overalls. 

“G’day Shelly,” greeted the closest one with a wide fractured grin on his face. “We’ll be the ole rescue party t’day.”

Seven days ago - Abandoned Tube Station, London

Michelle had hoped that she would meet Jennifer again. Since escaping the clutches of the Gynarchy, the woman who destroyed her life was one of the names on a short list she wished to meet again. How fortuitous that the agent appeared in London. It felt somewhat like Christmas. In the middle of the summer. 

She watched Jennifer’s reaction as she entered the room. Jennifer had tried to hide her shock but Michelle could see it. It was delightful. 

She wanted to give the agent a good thrashing. That's the way the Brits would describe it? Maybe. She wasn’t sure. No doubt some of them would think of it more as some girl on girl action. She rolled her eyes at the thought. It had been a long time since she had seen a new face but still. 

It was two years since her ordeal had begun, since they had got her signal, tracked her to a facility just outside of Maidstone and broke her out. They even found some other woman with a similar height and build that they pushed into the latex prison to take her place. What happened to the woman Michelle didn’t know. Michelle being Michelle had never given that poor woman even a seconds thought.

She didn’t know that while Michelle had been moving from safehouse to safehouse, the woman adorned a wall in her former office experiencing all sorts of torment. 

Having roughed it (something Michelle wanted to end very soon) she liked to think she had a good understanding of her compatriots and their goals. They were pretty similar to hers: the downfall of the Gynarchy.

One day.

The key to that day however was now sat in front of her.

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While Michelle was pleased to see Jennifer, Jennifer was not. The idea of waking up restrained to see Michelle von Dutch standing before her in a grimy unused tube station in the heart of London was quite frankly a nightmare. She was prepared for disenfranchised alpha male. Not a crazy ex dominatrix who tried to take over the gynarchy.  

She tried to sit up in the chair, retain some sense of not being afraid but in truth Jennifer didn’t know what was going to happen and part of her was very afraid of what Michelle might do.

“Hello again Jennifer,” Michelle started. “I see you’ve made it to another one of my homes.”

Michelle began to circle her, running her fingers up her arm, over her shoulders behind her neck and back down the other shoulder. 

“I’ve had quite the journey around the English countryside since we last met. Pity it was mostly at night but I like to imagine the sights and sounds as I go.”

Michelle returned to stand in front of Jennifer before crouching down to look her straight in the eyes before she closed her own and made a fake sad face.

“I even try to imagine the cries and celebrations once the Gynarchy decides to implode.”

She pauses, licking her lips and regained her composure from the fake tear she shed.

“It will be quite the day,” opening her eyes, smiling, standing and walking away. “I can’t wait for you to help us.”

Michelle clicked her fingers and Jennifer felt something cold pressed against the back of her neck followed by a burst of air. Suddenly, she found it hard to concentrate. Heck, even keeping her eyes open was proving difficult. She scrunched them closed and then opened them as wide as she could trying to bring the room into focus.

Standing in front of her… she tried to squint… was that the Director? What was she doing her? The director walked closer. Why was she… is she dressed in red? Michelle was here a minute ago. She was dressed in red latex too. She tried to tell the director.

‘You need to follow her. She’ll get away.’ 

But it was no use. The gag in her mouth stopped her. 

The director bent over beside her and started to whisper in her ear. It was really weird. Jennifer could hear the words but they didn’t make sense but at the same time they did. She felt so tired. 

‘Director’ she mumbled before passing out.

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When Jennifer woke up it was to some very loud, very sharp bangs. As she raised her head there standing in front of her was a tactical looking commando with not very functional but definitely stylish body armour. Christina was here in London. 

Another commando came running into the room. 

“They’’re all gone Ma’am.”

“We’ve got who we came for. Scour the place for clues. They can’t be gone long”

Christina knelt down in front of the still gagged Jennifer.

“Don’t worry you’ll be ok.”

She cupped Jennifer’s face and gave her a small kiss before calling for a medic to take a look at the drowsy Jennifer.

In Jennifer’s ear she could hear a voice. 

The Director’s voice.

“You know what you need to do. Carry out my plan and then you can have your fun.”

Jennifer’s drowsiness changed to rage. She knew what she had to do. Mumbling to herself she confirmed.

‘Yes, Director Von Dutch.’

Part 3 coming soon (TM)

[alisihs-caps]

A Return

Pick a covert ops or intelligence agency. One who’s operations are suppose to remain a secret. I bet you can name a few.

Like most nation states, the Gynarchy had an intelligence agency. But their agency was so secret that only a handful outside of those who worked for it knew it even existed. I’d even hazard a guess that a lot of people who worked for it may not have even know who they were working for. But I digress.

That was until around two years ago when Complex 8, the ultra secretive intelligence agency, disappeared from the face of the earth. Memories of all who worked there or had any knowledge of it had been wiped save for three people. The only three people in the entire world knew why C8 disappeared. The Baroness, Director of Complex 8 Abigail Beeson and the former Assistant Director for North American operations, Jennifer Tyner.

Eight days after disappearing, Director Beeson was found by Gynarchy forces in a warehouse outside of London. Like other former employees her memory had been wiped but all signs point towards it being a self-inflicted wipe and only moments before she was found.

The whereabouts of the Assistant Director Tyner remains a mystery…

Seven days ago - Unknown location

Jennifer woke in a bit of a daze. Her head was ringing and it took her a moment to find her bearings. The chair she found herself in wasn’t totally uncomfortable but the restraints holding her in place were another matter. Not to mention the large gag both over and within her mouth. She scanned the area. To her right stood a man wielding an automatic rifle. To her left another man but like her, he too was tied to a chair. He wasn’t gaged though. Instead, he sat there with a stupid grin on his face staring at her. 

This wasn’t good. Most of the time she didn’t mind waking up being restrained. But this wasn’t one of those times and she needed to get out of there. She began looking around more. Where was she? Where were the possible exits? Judging by the beige tiles with red and white stripes, she surmised that she was in an old unused tube station of the London underground. How interesting that she would find herself back where it all began.

She’d been working off the grid for the past two years ever since that evening she was recalled back to London for a meeting in the director’s office. 

Two years ago -  Complex 8 Headquarters, London

Director Abigail Beeson - Director of Complex 8

Usually when you’re summoned suddenly to your bosses office in the middle of the night it’s a sure bet this shit is about to hit the fan. The question was: how bad was it going to be. It was a cold morning not that it mattered only that Jennifer enjoyed the cold. It gave her an excuse to toss on a few extra layers. Layers that made hiding body armour easier. Dressed in her usual catsuit, torso corset armour, and heavy boots she appreciated the way her trench coat over everything caught the wind slightly as she walked. It made her feel powerful. 

As she entered the building she passed others wrapping up as they braved the start of a looming snow storm. She took the usual elevator to the top floor and the directors office.

Jennifer was always a little suspicious of and uneasy around Director Beeson’s secretary who at this moment sat with a worried look on her face. Jane Harmon previously was a person with quite a history with and grudge against the director. And yet here he, correction she now sat. What must be going on in her head. Jennifer’s hand instinctively rested on her sidearm as she informed the secretary that she was here at the directors request. 

Jane nodded as she rose from her chair, gently knocked on the directors door, peeked inside before standing aside and signalling Jennifer to enter.

The director was in her usual pensive stance gazing out the window as the snow storm raged outside. 

“Thank you for coming at such short notice Jennifer,” she began, ‘we have a situation developing and we’re going to need your skills.”

Over the next hour the director outlined all the intelligence she had gathered in the past several weeks. She was told of a plot from outside and within to bring about the destruction of the Gynarchy. The intel wasn’t complete. Far from it. But it couldn’t wait any longer. Action was required. 

Obviously Jennifer was ready for any mission the Director had to counteract this devious plot but this was a dangerous and potentially long mission to uncover every lead all while remaining covert on an intelligence side and business as normal within the Gynarchy. She was ready to depart on her mission when the Baroness herself stepped out of the shadows. 

“For this to work Complex 8 needs to disappear. We can’t risk them turning our own intelligence against us,” the Baroness said with her usual directness. “Get it done Ms Tyner.”

With a small nod to the Baroness and Director, Jennifer set out on her mission: Find the disruptors and eliminate them.

Eight days ago - Knightsbridge, London

Perched atop a roof, leaning against a chimney stack on the outskirts of London, Jennifer cursed the humid weather which made concealment more difficult. Lying in wait for something often meant hours of waiting around and the damn camo suits were made out of rubber. Clearly they didn’t think of a heat wave when they imagined the user’s comfort.

Jennifer Tyner wearing the Complex 8 Camouflage with the ability to become 99% invisible.

So far her mission had its ups and its downs. She infiltrated some cells quite easily and others took more convincing however after the third cells ‘disassembly’ she began to pick up on a pattern. While they all operated independently there was a nuance of organisation behind the randomness. As she began to probe deeper, she found the pattern she was looking for. A multi layered operation above each of the cells pulling strings and as soon she found out they were cells within cells within cells. A complicated network that led her back to London. 

She was close. She could smell it. 

And yet here she was now waiting for over a week for signs of life from a small studio apartment. To say she was growing impatient was putting it mildly. She wanted the mission complete. Lucky for her, tonight would be her night. 

As the time approached 1am a shortish figure approached the doorway. As they inserted the key into the door and began to turn it she made her move. 

Emerging from the rooftop shadows she dropped three stories and landed as lightly as a leaf on a still lake. Crossing the street in three maybe four steps she placed her hand around his mouth and pressing her weapon into his waist with her other.

“Easy now,” she said taking a quick glance around to see if anyone had noticed her. Nope. All clear. “Inside. Now!”

Entered Jennifer scanned the room noting no other exits and one table with four chairs. As beeping emanated from an alarm panel on the wall, she pushed her captive towards it and waved her gun so much as to say ‘turn it off’. The man somewhat dazed by the suddenness of the situation slowly moved over, entered a code and the beeping ceased. 

Jennifer pulled a chair out from behind the table and sat the gun still trained on the man. With her boot she pushed out another chair, waved the gun towards it and he slowly sat. 

“You got a name?” She asked. 

“Dave.”

“How long before you’re friends join us Dave?”

“They’re not coming. I turned the alarm off,” he said motioning towards the alarm.

“Bullshit,” Jennifer muttered extending her arm and aiming her gun right at his head. 

“Ok ok.” He relented clearly not wanting to die. “Thirty minutes” he continued with an air of confidence and perhaps pride. 

Jennifer smirked. Their response wouldn’t be that close by. Probably further out of the city or somewhere central. Either way it would probably be faster than thirty minutes. Maybe if it was the middle of the day but this time of night it would be more like fifteen maybe twenty if they were sleeping and weren’t perfectly ready for a late night call out. 

“Life on the line and you’re still loyal? That’s fine,” she nodded her slight approval. “This is a nice little place. I say little because this can’t be more than a meeting point. There isn’t enough security for it to be a safe house and it isn’t big enough to be a base. So as we’re pushed for time, we’re not really going to get to know each other. I want a location or names of your contacts. I’d prefer both but I’ll settle for on or the other.” 

“I don’t know any names and even..” he began his response rehearsed before Jennifer cut him off

“And even if I did I wouldn’t tell you,” she said mockingly. God she was sick of hearing that same trope over and over again. She didn’t have time for this. 

Clicking a switch on the side of her gun she lowered it from aiming at his head and instead took aim at his chest. Squeezing the trigger a small bright yellow ball of light emerged from her gun and slowly crossed the room connecting with his chest. 

His eyes firmly closed as he gripped the arms of the chair bracing against a bullet but there wasn’t any. He looked down and back up wondering what had happened. There was no hole in his shirt, no bullet entrance not even a drop of blood. 

Jennifer watched him closely as she saw her ‘shot’ begin to take effect. Normally the energy slowly converted the target into an adoring servant who would do anything she asked or answer all of her questions. But that takes hours and she needed answers quickly so she gave him four times the dose. This was a double edged sword. While it would begin to take effect faster it would also eventually turn him into a mindless drone willing to tell her pretty much anything she wanted to hear, truth or not. 

Jennifer crossed over to in front of him, grabbed his head with both her hands and looking into his eyes began again: “Where is your main base of operations? Who do you report to?”

“It’s under the ground,” his reply slow and laborious his eyes rolling into the back of his face, a wide smile on his face. 

Damn it’s acting too fast. “Where is your base?” she pressed him. 

“Choo choo,” he muttered as if getting high on the hormones as began their work and his small prick coming to attention. 

”Aww geez” Jennifer recoiled as she released him feeling quite frustrated and disturbed by his sudden erection. Everyone had different tolerances to the drug and obviously his was very low. She needed to think and fast. 

Why was he here? Was it a meet? Or a drop off? She began searching his pockets for anything. He wasn’t even carrying a phone. Jennifer began pacing as, in his delirium, Dave began telling her how pretty she was. ‘He’s not wrong but damn I need to concentrate. Something it off here.’ He continued, getting louder by the second. 

“Quiet!” she barked 

Dave went suspiciously quiet for a moment before saying: “its a trap you know?”

Jennifer’s eyes widened as she heard something like a faint hissing sound. It was then she also began to get a sweet taste in her mouth. 

“Shit!” she exclaimed tasting the aserolised tranquilliser. No wonder he went dopey quickly. He had a cocktail of drugs working through his system. He probably triggered it with the alarm hoping they’d both pass out before anything happened.

She made it to the door, grabbed the handle and pulled. Locked tight of course. She looked around. Perhaps there was another exit she missed but with each second she found herself getting more and more tired. Uttering ‘shit’ once more, she passed out in a heap on the floor. 

Seven days ago - Abandoned Tube Station, London

While they waited for what seemed like forever, the guard shouted at Dave to be quiet after he started to tell her she was ‘pretty’. All she could do was laugh to herself. Well the first few times at least. After what seemed like well over an hour she too wanted Dave to ‘shut up’.

Hearing noise in the corridor approaching them, Jennifer tried to sit up in the chair. In walked two men followed by a woman who she couldn’t quite make out.

It wasn’t the leader Jennifer was expecting but something about her walk seemed familiar. She squinted against the light before recoiling in horror. 

As she got closer Jennifer realised who she was and it wasn’t good. Former head of the Von Dutch Estate, Michelle Von Dutch.

“Hello again Jennifer. I see you’ve made it to another one of my homes.”

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It’s been awhile but I’m trying to get back into some writing and who knows. Might have a little fun along the way!

A

xx

[jamies-latex-lust]

Sisterhood

A new weekend had arrived and the city was bursting with life. The streets flooded with excited patreons and flawless ladies heading to the clubs and amusements on offer. The city was well known for its sights and sounds and anyone could guarantee both an empty wallet and unforgettable memories by sunrise.

One such group wanted to feel that rush before a big wedding day next week. Daniel was to be wed to his beautiful fiance on Monday and his friends wanted him to enjoy a night on the town by embracing the sights of gorgeous girls before he got hitched. After the gang had got together at his house waving away Daniels wife to be and her friends. Soon the drinking began,  and after a few bottles and some saucy films the group hit the town.

First stop was the casino, rounds of drinks were bought and money betted. Daniel found himself on a roll winning time and again, blaming it on beginners luck as he rolled on. The crowds gathered, women in hand all cheering and celebrating each victory. Daniel noticed among the crown a rather shiny arm stroking the table edge near him. Before long however it was gone and Daniel shrugged, returning to his winning streak.

In the end the casino staff kindly insisted that he leave and spend the winnings on the clubs down the city streets. He agreed noticing the unamused bouncers nearby and headed out with his friends old and new to the biggest, wildest building he could see.

River was known to be owned by the sexiest woman for miles around and her daughters who often joined the eye candy on the poles downstairs. No one saw the owner as she spent her time in the office. Some walked in but were never seen coming out aside the security staff.

River was exclusive to the most important and wealthy around and Daniel just won enough to pass the credit check.

Waved in by the guards he was allowed to bring his friends, so the group went to the bar, ordered some exclusive but really nice looking drinks and enjoyed the show featuring Tina on the poles with Cassy, two daughters of the mysterious owner.

As the night went on, hours passed  and the group was drunk beyond measure, with many leaving for food or passing out. As they were sent home via private taxis, they wished Daniel well and left him to the show.

Daniel was still standing barely, watching his remaining friends be led into the private rooms with a few stunning strippers leaving him and the daughters to finish their show.

Daniel took the last of his winnings and held them out with a smile, barely keeping balance. The girls smiled winking and kissing each side of his cheek before taking the cash and heading off stage.

Daniel watched as they headed to a backroom door which was guarded rather well, seeing the girls open it with a smile and pointing at Daniel as they entered. He smiled leaning back nodding off for a brief moment. After a moment or two he felt a tap on his arm. He awoke to a big muscle man looking down at him.

It was Terry who guarded the stage during shows. Daniel had been chatting to him about the club and the girls. Terry seemed like he was a nice man  and Daniel liked him.

“Hey man, the manager wants to see you about something. Think her daughters like you so they wanted you to have this before you go.” Terry gave daniel a shot of black liquor; thick yet smooth , smelling  rather potent.

“Such lovely ladies, I’ll be over in a moment, thanks Terry.” Daniel took the shot, it felt odd like thick goo. He looked to Terry and smiled before falling to the floor. He looked around as the room became a blur, the bouncers boots walking closer.

“Sorry man. Just business.” Daniel passed out and was carried to the backroom shortly after.

Daniel awoke hours later locked in a chair, the light was far too bright to see anything and it was silent. He knew not what had happened or why only.. Terry? Did he kidnap me?

Before long static filled the room, the speakers lit up and voices began to echo around him coming from the darkness that creeped in,  kept only at bay by a spotlight.

Daniel.. Have no fear. I have been watching you. From the casino to my club. My daughters speak highly of you. Saying you were kind and generous. Even Terry felt bad drugging you and he isn’t a people person.

Daniel looked around in panic before responding.

“Well I uh… Happy to be of service?” he always liked to use humor when scared.

No dear Daniel you merely applied for the job to service me. Those who treat my daughters and my club nicely are rewarded if I like them enough. So with that in mind, tell me about yourself.

“Um well I.. study coding in I.T. I’m getting married on Monday. Uh.. I’m a little worried about being tied up.” Daniels voice broke many times from fear. He tried to get loose but these binds were rock solid.

Interesting, I’m sure she’s one happy lady. I’ll have to meet her sometime. I would also stop struggling, it won’t help you. You see I have an open position at River. A partner, to help me rebuild and modernise my club to draw in customers from around the globe. But we are also a family business, hence my daughters you met working here. But you Daniel have something hidden inside. The lust in your eyes watching my girls. Winning that cash. I felt it and it was tasty.

Machines started to rev up, Daniel could not see them but something was coming closer.

“Well that’s the most interesting thing I’ve heard today… Can I um… Go now?… please?.”

No dear Daniel you see I have a solution to our little problem. Something that will benefit us both. I will take what is hidden deep inside you. Mold it into my own and set it free.

But first we must engage stage one. To test how your body responds to my treatment. To see how you react and if I approve you may enter stage 2 and be completely redesigned.

“Hey wait a moment i don’t want redesigning! What are you talking about i’m sorry to be rude but i want out right now. Terry!”

Silence male pawn! Just relax and embrace my gift.

Daniel tried to escape but the straps held firm, before long injectors stabbed into the chair and into his back, arms and legs. Daniel yelped in pain but shortly after it all went numb. A cold substance entered his body and spread rapidly through his system. The shot he took bubbled in his stomach and caused ripples to spread over his skin. It was almost like he was made of water. Moldeable liquid water.

Daniel gripped the arms of the chair tight as his body began to change, to morph. He watched his arms ripple like waves under his skin retreating to his chest. Each one of his arms slimmed becoming smaller, more delicate. Hair simply fell out of their pores and onto the ground as his skin took a more tanned tone. His hands shrunk too as imperfections faded and nails grew long and sharp. A stunning visage of feminine beauty.  

“No! What’s going on! Please stop this I… ne.. Hel…p. ugh.” Daniel found the numbness reached his face, though pleasure still rocked his form he no longer could speak. He was tense and shaky but he knew it felt good. He wanted out but as time passed someone else did too.

His legs did the same as his arms as fat rippled up to his hips, thinner, smooth and smaller including his feet shrinking many shoe sizes entering female size charts. His body ached with pleasure as he moaned, feeling his hips widen and snap detaching slightly to fit female anatomy. His butt inflated as the fat from his legs filled it’s cheeks, round firm and also smooth as all hair dissolved away. His waist shrunk and curved and his belly toned to a fit smooth shape. He loved the feeling he almost forgot what was happening as he came all over himself.

As the ripples reached his chest two firm and round breasts filled with his arm fat sprung forth, pushing out as his nipples grew wider and more sensitive to touch. With a loud moan he pushed his plump thighs together helping push his cock and balls inside him and feel them form into a tight wet vagina connected to brand new ovaries. The machines tentacle like tools reached down and inserted into him helping form his internal pussy tunnel. Daniel humped the rod hard as he felt it suck and form his clit. Moaning heavily he came again, feminine cum spraying out over the machine, the rod returned the favor and sprayed a substance inside his womb, finishing it’s creation as his now female reproductive organs sprung to life.

He panted for breath, his body so smooth and flawless just like the girls he watched. He started to breath rapidly once again as the ripples moved up into his head. It was like a glass of water sloshing around inside his skull, his neck slendered and his moans became higher and far more feminine. He moaned as his many orgasums continued and felt as his face bubble up. Like boiling water he threw his head back screaming in lust as his face cracked and morphed into shape, plump lips filled out, his nose shrunk and hair burst out his head gaining length and a blonde shade. Lashes extended over big brown eyes and after once last orgasum the chair unlocked and Daniel fell to the floor naked, leaking and drooling.

The girls he had watched during the show came in with a smile, they picked up the limp woman and cleaned her up before taking what seemed to be a ballerina outfit forcing it over his new body. It was tight and sexy but Daniel was still recovering to notice. The girls gave him a kiss and sat him down before leaving the room.

Daniel slowly came too, looking around then at himself. He stood in shock seeing what had happened to him. After a while of caressing his body he tried running for the door. But in his ballet boots he found it far too difficulty and fell back into the chair.

“Why?! Why did you do this to me! Fuck you!” he yelled in anger and fear.

With that outburst  the door slammed opened, heels clicked on the hard floor as a figure emerged from darkness. The light slowly revealed black high boots and a latex catsuit before the woman’s face smiling, looking to the floor with a chuckle appeared into view.

“Silly daniel isn’t it obvious? You’ve become one of my daughters. Doesn’t it feel so good? To know you belong to me now. To serve, to work. You may call me Princess Fatale, we are not on Mommy terms just yet.”  she said with a smirk.

“I told you I had a plan to fix our problem. The woman you’ve become is still you. She was simply stuck deep inside you. And I unlocked the door.”

Daniel stood with rage in his eyes.

“You will pay for this bitch! I don’t care who you are I’m not your property!” Daniel yelled before jumping at Fatale.

Fatale smiled as she caught him, throwing him to the ground and picking him back up, his arms pulled behind him as he winced in pain.

“Get off me!” He yelled but Fatale simple laughed.

“You know what you have some fight in you, I like that. I think you are right. You’re not my daughter. You have anger, rage and the ability to dominate. As you managed to survive stage one without becoming some lusty airhead why don’t we try stage two?

Fatale pushed Daniel through a side door and into the secluded yard outback slamming the door shut behind her. She smiled pulling a crop out of a umbrella stand. Daniel tried to charge Fatale again before being smacked across the face, falling onto the ground.

“You have the drive. The power. You don’t give up. It’s refreshing to have a subject that wants to fight for freedom. Of course you will have your freedom but not the kind you’d expect.”

Fatale leaned on the wall staring at Daniel. She studied him a while as he looked back trying to think of a plan to escape.

“I will give you once chance to give in. One chance to become mine of your own free will. Or I will force it on you. Fatale looked with a stare that could freeze hell over. Daniel spat on the ground and looked her in the eyes.

“Go to hell.” he whispered.

Fatale smiled back, slowly approaching daniel. She gave a swift kick and pressed her boot on him keeping him still.

“Tell me do you like my outfit? You liked it on my daughters. I think your new body craves latex as much as I do. What do you think?”

Daniel squirmed but to his horror he started to feel turned on. This domination. The shiny latex suit. His pussy ached, it needed to be encased his whole body needed it.

“N..No! You freak! Let me go and change me back I don’t want the job!”

With that Fatale slowly sat on him pinning him down on the ground. She grabbed his head and pulled it up to face her. Her latex claws digging into his skull. Daniel tried to look away but her eyes… This Fatale’s eyes kept… spinning. Twirling round and round. He couldn’t look away. They trapped him. His was all unreal. A dream made nightmare.

Watch my eyes Cindy. Feel me inside you. Adjusting every cell. Every memory. Do not resist.

Daniel squirmed as he felt something cold. The suit Fatale wore started to melt. Covering Daniels white unitard. It soaked into it, making it tighter, firmer.

“No!…please…” Daniel began to grow weak. The latex spreading over his body.

You are a latex addicted bitch. You are a fucking goddess! No man or woman can surpass you. You are Dominant. You are rubber. You are my sister. Cindy!

Daniel felt his suit harden. His shoes became boots, heels growing longer. Buckles tightening and laces tied. His body compressed as a zip was heard sealing his body in the suit. It began to shine and smell like rubber bliss. Before long it pressed his pussy causing him to moan and leak.

Cindy is power. She is god. She will rule everything at my side. It has always been this way. This was always the plan. Wasn’t it Cindy. You are Cindy right? My darling little sister.

“I am Cindy… of course I am. Wait no! I’m daniel! Get out of my head!”

Fatales eyes grew darker as words flashed in her pupils. Daniel squirmed more as his latex suit pleasured him. The words seemed to be Russian, Daniel only knew english what was the reason for this?

Your whole life we’ve spent together. We grew up and entered the world of fetish. We came up with River together. You know what I speak of right sestra?

Daniels eyes grew wide. He read that in Russian but knew it’s meaning. Sister. Sestra.

His will was fading as his past became a blur, the young only child replaced with a spoiled princess and her kinky older sister. Latex and modeling over games and football.

Our careers as twin models. The fans we collected. Togather navsegda pravit mirom s lateksnym kulakom. (Together forever ruling the world with a latex fist.)

Daniel’s jaw dropped as he broke in Fatales hands.

“I’m Cindy…sister to Fatale. Mne nuzhno byt’ svobodnym. (I need to be free.)

I will free you from your prison Sister. You only need to cum for me. Cum for your sister. Let Cindy take control! Stan’ boginey. Smertel'naya sestra. (Become a goddess. A fatale sister.)

“YA chuvstvuyu eto, sestra! YA sobirayus’ konchit’! YA nakonets budu svoboden!”

(I feel it sister! I’m going to cum! I’m going to be free at last!)

Fatale pushed her gloved hand on daniels pussy and rubbed hard.

Da! Da! Sperma dlya menya! Vypusti tebya russkaya suka!

(Yes! Yes! Cum for me! Let her out you russian bitch!)

“YA boginya lateksa! YA rezinovaya suka! YA dominiruyu. YA Sindi!”

(I am a latex goddess! I am a rubber bitch! I am dominant. I AM CINDY!)

Daniel came harder than ever before. Fatale quickly unzipping her pussy letting it empty it’s juices all over the grass. His mind broke and reformed as cindy. Her past present and future installed deep in her mind.

She looked to her sister and smiled wide. Free from freedom. Encased in permanent latex. Her life had been perfect from her teen years to now. And today was the day her and sister was taking River to the next level. A BDSM club and female converting palace.

“U menya yest’ posledniy podarok dlya tebya, Sindi. Kazhdoy bogine nuzhno svoye oruzhiye.” (I have one last gift for you Cindy. Every goddess needs her weapon.)

Cindy smiled and nodded as Fatale gave her a crop. Long and sturdy it would install fear into any slave of the russian goddess.  

“Spasibo tebe, sestra. Teper’ prikhodi. Davayte rasprostranyat’ nashu reputatsiyu po vsemu miru.”

(Thank You sister. Now come. Let’s spread our reputation around the globe.)

The sisters rejoined their daughters in River and began preparations to reform their club to be the best fetish experience you’ll ever have. Soon even the most important people of the world would be begging at the sisters boots and changed forever to suit the needs of the new rubber russian empire.

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Latex Lust:

Mary was the sweetest and kindest girl around. She was always nice and polite, she was always kind to everyone she met and she had devoted her life to help others in any way she could. Everybody told her she was to kind to people and that people would take advantage of her kindness and her caring nature.

She knew they was right but still she chose to believe in the good in her fellow people. One day her boss at the homeless shelter asked her if she had some free time the upcomming weekend. Mary had actually hoped to get some long needed rest this weekend but kind as she was she told him she had her weekend free and he asked her if she wanted to help him clean up some old house. The house was just bought by the state and was going to become a new homeless shelter. Mary knew she could never say no to such a good cause and happily agreed. Her boss gave her the address and told her that they would meet there Saturday morning.

Saturday came and Mary got up eagerly to do some good work. She quickly got dressed and took her bike and biked over to the old abounded house.

Her boss wasn’t there yet so she figured she should get started. She went inside and saw that this filthy old rotten house once had been a beautiful, expensive luxurious house from back in the day. Mary got exited and hoped maybe they could find something of value her so they could donate it and help those who really needed it. She quickly got to work and started to clean the place up. Then she saw she had gotten a text from her boss that something had come up but he should swing by if he found the time. Mary should have felt a little angry about that. Here she stood and had to do all the work alone but she just figured that he must have a good reason for not showing up and kept cleaning.

While she was caring out boxes with old stuff and cleaning the floors she found herself dreaming about living in a house like this. Well, not like the state it was in now but how the house looked in it’s glory days.

‘’I wish I could have afford something like this one day.’’ She sighed and kept cleaning. And she knew if she would one day have enough money to buy herself a big house she was more likely to give it away to charity.

She was almost done with the first floor and decided to go down and have a look at all the boxes in the basement.

She started to sort them out and found a lot of old books, some old jewelry witch she figured could be worth something and put them aside and then she found some boxes full off old clothes.

As she was sorting out the clothes she suddenly was a bit taken back by one particular dress.

It was all black and shiny. It was so soft yet it was like it was made out of rubber. She picked it up to have a closer look and realized it was a dress in pure latex.

‘’Who would ever wear something like this.’’ Mary thought but then she suddenly started picture herself wearing it. The material would feel so tight yet so soft against her skin.

Suddenly a desire to wear it grew inside her. Just the thought of wearing a dress like this made her feel…horny.

‘’Wait…What am I thinking?! This is not me.’’ Mary told herself and wanted to put the dress back in the box.

But she just couldn’t let go off it or stop staring at it.

‘’Such a beautiful dress. It would be such a shame to throw it away. No! Why can’t I let go off it!’’ She yelled at herself.

Then it was like the dress it self came alive and threw it self on Mary.

‘’Get away from me! What is going on?!’’ She screamed and tried to push the dress away but it just merged with her arms and soon it lied it self over Mary like a liquid carpet. She tried all she could to get away but it was impossible and soon the latex had consumed whole Mary.

She lied on the floor completely covered in latex and couldn’t move a muscle. As she lied there she could feel the latex take a hold of her and it felt like her whole body was on fire. The whole experience made her terrified but soon she felt the fear turn into pure horniness as her pussy become dripping wet and dark thoughts started to slip onto her mind. Even though she couldn’t move a muscle it felt like the latex was rubbing her pussy and soon Mary orgasmed inside the Latex and then she felt the Latex change around her and soon she could open her eyes again.

She looked around the room and then she looked down on herself. Gone was her usual conservative clothes and in their place was a tight black latex dress. Her usual sneakers was also gone and replaced with black shiney 7inch high heels.

It felt like her head was spinning but she managed to get up on her feet.

‘’What…What just happened to me?’’ Mary said a little worried. She knew she should be terrified but for some reason she felt calm and even a bit confident.

‘’What am I wearing? What did just happen to me?’’ She said holding her head but then she spotted an old mirror across the room and started to walk towards it to have a closer look at herself.

That’s when she realized how well she walked in the heels. Mary had never walked in heels her entire life and her she was walking like a pro.

She figured she could think more about that later and went over to the mirror.

Then she spotted herself in the mirror and almost froze by her own reflection.

‘’This…This isn’t me. I look so different. So beautiful. So…..so powerfull.’’ She suddenly said in a much more colder and confident voice.

Gone was her mousy brown hair. Gone was everything that made Mary to Mary. In her place stood a black haired, confident, beautiful Latex dressed women.

‘’How is this possible? And why do I feel so different. So….Good.’’ She said.

She just couldn’t take her eyes of her new self. She slide her hands down on her body and it just felt so good. The dress was so tight yet so soft on her skin. She felt so good wearing something like this and she felt like a whole new women.

‘’Oh, I bet I can make any man do whatever I ask…And why shouldn’t I. I mean look at me. I look sooo powerful. So sexy. I look like a queen.’’ She purred as a wicked smile started to form on her lips.

‘’Mmmm, And I feel like a queen. A sexy queen who desires to get whatever she should desire. And those who will go against my will shall taste my wrath.’’ She laughed evilly and got wet by just the thought of people bowing at her feet.

‘’Wait…What in the world has gotten into me?! This isn’t me. This isn’t who I am!…..But it could be…Yeeessss. I could be a true queen. I should be a queen. It’s about time I get what I want. I deserve this.’’ Mary said evilly but the old Mary wasn’t ready to give up herself just yet.

‘’No! I need to resist this…this evil thing. These wicked thoughts. I am a good and kind person. I live to help others, not force them under my will.’’ She said trying to hold on to her old self.

‘’I am a sweat and kind person. Not some evil latex queen….And look where it has gotten me. I always help others but never get anything in return. The more good I do the more people want to exploit me. Maybe I do deserve to be something else…Yeeessss. I deserve to get what I want. I deserve to make people do as I wish. I am done with doing others people dirty work. From now on I do whatever I want and take whatever I want. Speaking of…With a little work this house could fit a queen like me.’’ Mary purred evilly and erased the old Mary once and for-all.

‘’Oh just look at my delicious body. No man would ever be able to resist me.’’ She laughed evilly and admiring herself in the mirror.

Not long after a car parked outside and Tom, her boss from the homeless shelter, walked inside.

‘’Hello? Mary are you here? I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner but I had to stop by the soup kitchen. They needed a little help today so I stepped in.’’ Tom called out to Mary.

Tom had always been a kind soul and loved to help people in any way he could. Thats why he saw so much potential i Mary. He had never meet a sweater and kinder soul and one day he was going to give his welfare business to Mary.

‘’Mary?! Are you here?’’ Tom called out again. He had seen her bike outside so he was sure she had to be inn here somewhere. Then he heard a clicking sound obviously from some very high heels coming up the basement stairs.

Then he almost stumbled backward by the sight in-front of him. Up from the stairs came a beautiful women dressed in pure black latex. She walked so sexually and look so confident and there was an almost evil, ice cold stare coming from her eyes.

‘’M..Mary? Can it be? Is that you?’’ Tom said not sure quite what to believe.

The women let out an evil laugh and pierced her look back on Tom. It was almost like she was staring right into his very soul.

‘’Mary is long gone, my little pet. I am Mistress Marilyn.’’ She said in a voice so cold that the hair on Tom’s back rised in fear.

He wanted to run but for some reason he just couldn’t.

‘’Do not be afraid, little pet. I am your queen and you live to worship me don’t you?’’ She asked confident and walked up to Tom now only inches from his face.

‘’Mary, w..what’s happened to you? How is this even possible?’’ Tom asked terrified.

‘’Oh, don’t worry your little head about it. I think it is time you start to worship me don’t you?’’ She said with an evil smile and took a hold of Tom’s head and pushed his head down in her tits. Tom could hardly breath but that was not what scared him. He felt like he was losing himself, like everything he was didn’t matter now more. All that mattered was…was to serve his queen.

Marilyn pulled his head back and let him fall to his knees on the floor and stood over him and look down at him with her evil eyes.

‘’Ready to please your queen.’’ She said evilly.

‘’Always, my queen.’’ Tom said like a mindless drone waiting to be told what to do.

‘’You see my little pet. Back when I was dull old Mary all I could think off was ‘yuk’ help people. So naive little Mary never gave her pussy some action. Why don’t you show your queen your true devotion and lick my cunt clean.’’ She said and lifted up her latex skirt.

‘’Your will shall be done, my queen.’’ Tom said obedient and started to satisfy his queen.

Marylin moaned and loved how Tom was working his tongue but what that turned her on the most was the fact that she had demanded pleasure and he did whatever she told him. It felt so good to be an evil Queen, Marylin thought. Eventually she orgasmed and Tom licked her clean. Then she stood up and looked down on her obedient servant.

‘’I think it’s time for me to find more people ready to serve their beautiful queen. Why don’t you clean up this place and make it a fitting home for your goddess.’’ She commanded and Tom quickly got to work.

Not many days after Mistress Marilyn had over 20 servants and she still hungered for more power. She wouldn’t stop until the whole world would sit at her feet.

But she hadn’t forgot all her old values. She still wanted to help people. To help them see she was the one true mistress, a true queen and she would help as many as she could to fall to their knees and worship the very ground she walked upon. To help them see her as the true goddess she was. Soon the world would be her’s and there wasn’t anyone with enough willpower to resist her.

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Uncontrolled Landing

You don't dream in cryo. You slowly drift off to sleep and then wake up some time later with a massive headache and completely devoid of energy to do pretty much anything. Well in the older cryo models at least. Your first port of call is usually nutri-packs, to get some energy back before checking cargo and beginning preparations for entering orbit, eventual docking and unloading of cargo. 

When you wake from cryo and your ship's VI is screaming at you, that’s not really an option. Lucky me.

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It was around 5 years ago that I decided to strike out on my own. I had previously worked on cargo ships traversing the gap between the Milky Way and Andromeda but this ship was mine and I had thought 'how hard could it be?' Haul goods from the Milky Way to Torei, then from there to Andromeda, and then back to the Milky Way. Repeat, repeat, repeat. Like three points on an intergalactic triangle. That was the plan anyway.

The cargo was pretty standard. It was mostly components for habitation and terraforming modules, some exotic foodstuffs and a few dozen crates of personal stuff for others moving to Torei. I'd make a little profit but not enough to retire anywhere within the next 40 years.

The ship I was flying was state of the art, several decades ago. The dealer I bought the 'Dark Centaur' from said you can tell she's durable by the number of miles she has on her. Classy name for a pile of junk. How naive I was back then.

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With sirens blaring, I stumbled from my pod throwing up the white cryo liquid you're pumped with to 'aid' in the cryo process. 

"Computer, Report", I hoarsely asked.

"Alert," the robotic voice responded, "primary guidance system failure. Secondary system non-responsive."

I stumbled over to a nearby terminal using it to prop me up as sparks and coolant billowed from a damaged conduit nearby. I slammed my hand on the dead console and it sprang to life. Still groggy, I was pretty sure the readout was telling me that the ship had been hit by some chunk of space debris and was now spiraling out of control.

"Where are we?" I asked not expecting an answer.

The ship VI's hologram appeared shining in a rich yellow and orange "Logs indicate we were nearing our destination six-teen-hours ago."

"Extrapolate based on our previous heading and speed. Where are we now?"

"Caution, proximity alert..."

Stating the obvious I though staring at the info panel now flashing red showing the dotted line of our course intersecting the planet Torei.

"Impact in 47 minutes..."

I grabbed a nearby stim boost and hastily jammed it into my forearm. My pupils were probably dilated to the max as it rushed through my body. It will be a huge energy boost for now. Maybe enough to get the ship to a stable orbit. Either I was crashing later or both of us were.

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The damage was extensive and it wasn't long before I realised that it wasn't just the nav computer that was fried. The interstellar drive was also bricked and life-support wasn't far behind it. Whatever we hit, we did it at speed and it tore a hole right through the ship. 

I changed tac and decided there was no way of avoiding the crash. The only hope was to control it somewhat. I set about reconnecting what remaining engines there were and tying their control back to the bridge.

'Oh she's a sturdy ship' the previous owner told me. I guess we're going to find out.

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On the bridge, I took the captain's chair. I had a little chuckle at the fact I was a captain of one. Never the less this was my ship and I'd try and get it down in one piece. The the VI assured me: "Impact in 4 minutes..." 

'Not bad', I thought, considering that it had been over two hours since she said forty-seven minutes. I had hoped to get a comm signal out but it too was damaged and our spiraling approach was bringing me down on the wrong side of the planet. 

A small jolt followed quickly by the sound of the thrusters firing let me know the ship had hit the atmosphere. The ship flipped 180, engines or rather what engines I could get working firing forward trying to slow the approach from terminal velocity to something a little less.

Flames began to lick the front of the ship as it to started to roll, somewhat, into a semi-controlled entry of the planet's atmosphere. Panels began shaking as vibrations tried to shake the ship apart and circuits exploding trying to rip it apart. 

And then. 

Darkness.

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Darkness was what greeted me when I came to again also. Holding my head from the planet sized headache I had, I fumbled around and eventually found a torch. Igniting it, I could see the broken ship all around me. This ship, my ship was never going to fly again. Standing I scanned the room with the torch. Damage was all I could see. Brushing the hair from my eyes, I started a new plan: figure out where the hell I am.

And for the next few days I tried to no avail. Sensors: offline and beyond repair. Com unit: damaged beyond repair. Life support: kind of online in certain sections. I had found a limited hand scanner and from what I could tell the outside air was toxic. Probably the Badlands I surmised and the reason I was hauling habitats and terraforming equipment.

Inspiration ran through my mind as I raced through the ship to the cargo hold, jumping over fallen bulkheads and damaged piping. These habitats were to be dropped from orbit so if anything was to survive it should be them. 

Cargo hold 2A, cargo hold 2b, cargo hold 3a, the numbers whizzed past as I ran for 7b but was stopped at 5b by an emergency bulkhead. The display was smashed to bits but I could just about make out what it was telling me. "Life support offline, toxic environment."

Perfect. And if it was functioning properly it would probably recommend I use the EVA suits that were locked in the container beside it.

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The next few days were filled with even less good news. Micro breaches had formed all over the ship and toxic gases were leaking in and good atmosphere was leaking out. Like a whack a mole, you'd find one and another two would appear but eventually they were sealed and I could relax somewhat and gather my thoughts. 

I began to think of all the stuff I had been hauling. The goods in hold 3a were pretty intact. I hadn't given them much thought as there was no breach in the section and unlikely to be any food. But what if.

Taking the exotic fruit known as an apple, I made my way down and pried open the cargo bay door. I read the manifest inside the door. 'Seven containers of personal belongings' that are not much use to anyone out here.

I began ripping open the containers. The first four had mostly furniture, maybe the odd computer that I could perhaps use. The fifth container however contained what looked crates marked with regions of Torei on each one. As I ripped open the first one marked, Alem, I was greeted by a full wardrobe of clothing. Every shape, every size. I let out a sigh. Someone was trying to smuggle clothing as personal belongings to avoid tax. But as I looked around I saw another marked 'Badlands'. Perhaps?

I raced over to the container and jammed in the crowbar, ripping the metal apart. I shone the torch in and was greeted again by an array of rubber clothing this time appropriate for the Badlands of Torei. 

Flicking through I picked out something I felt could provide me with some protection from the elements outside and maybe allow me access to the sealed sections of the ship.

Always read the instructions. I should have learned that from repairing ships over the brief history of my employment and was something I should have done here. As I struggled and struggled to don the layer of latex, I found myself getting more and more exhausted. Collapsing back on the floor, suit no further up my legs than my ankles I reached over and began reading the enclosed instructions. 

1) Derobe and ensure skin is clean

2) Apply lubricant Gloss780 to skin

3) Expand neck line and inset legs first

4) Supply addition lubricant as required

5) ... 

I tossed the instructions aside, cursing for not reading them earlier, I bundled up the latex with the accompanying equipment and made my way to my sleeping chamber.

As I stepped into the shower, I began to relax and for once in the last few months since stepping into the cryo pod and leaving the Milky Way, I started to feel clean. If there was one thing I liked about the ship it was the sonic shower. I had a magic touch that made all other troubles seem light-years away. Approaching the end of the cycle I inserted the lubricant bottle into the receptacle and it began coating my skin.

I took a moment, running my hands over my body. It had been so long since I had had some 'me' time. A sudden slip under my lubed foot brought me back to the present and reminded me to 'focus on the matter at hand'. We can have some fun later.

I exited the shower and made my way to the neatly folded latex. Slipping my leg through the neck it was a hundred times easier to get into this time. It quickly slid up my legs, over my hips, over my breasts and in one motion both arms. Sitting on the side of the bed I took a moment gathering my strength. It had been easy to slip on but it wasn't something I was accustomed to. I reached back and lifted the hooded part hanging behind my neck up and over my head. I had some work to do hiding my hair with in the hood keeping the loose strands of blonde hair from peeking though the holes for my eyes and mouth. Looking around I slipped on the accompanying boots and stood up gaining a few extra centimeters from the wedged heels. I reached down and picked up the gas mask, the last piece of the puzzle and pulled it down from the top of my head sealing me inside.

Standing tall I admired my now black encased body. It was a sight to see myself encased in this foreign substance. I couldn't help but let my hands trace my new outline which found their way to a small button on the side. Curiosity getting the better of me I pressed it. My eyes widened as around my waist expanded a metal band and from it extended a corset from under my bust to the top of my legs. I took small shallow breaths as it constricted my breathing but it didn't take long to become accustomed to the new arrangement. 

A voice rang out in my ears, almost like the suit had become alive. "Welcome USER. Hazard seal engaged. Beginning installation."

'Installation?' I wondered for just a moment as I felt three intruders grow inside me.  The first entered my mouth expanding not like a balloon filling with air, but rather hugging my mouth, covering my teeth and tongue in a thin layer of latex. And yet I was still able to breath through it. That is the short little breaths I could as the two below my waist, a little simpler perhaps but no less exciting, expanded filling me with pleasure as they began to vibrate in sequence bringing me to my knees in wave after wave of pleasure.

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I must have lay there for hours wave after wave crashing over me. All time and chores that required attention just slipped away. I was in pure bliss and nothing could separate me from that moment.

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It was the next day before I could even think about moving again and strangely I felt invigorated to push forward. I was still encased in the tight, sleek latex, the invaders still within me but they did not imped my motion. Nor did I feel any hunger in fact feeling the strength to do all the required tasks. 

I spent much of it prying open the exterior cargo doors and extending the habitat modules and within two weeks had set up practically a palace to live within. All the additional items had been moved or salvaged from the wreck of my once space worthy ship.

It didn't matter that the air was toxic anymore the suit protected me and sustained me.

Standing on the balcony of my palace I saw a gleaming light in the distance. Wondering what excitement it held, I packed up the hover vehicle and embarked to one day return...

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Karen was in heaven. The thought of becoming a slave to a master was beyond exciting. He had worked for this tech company developing toys for sex shops and had said he wanted to do a long term test on one of his prototypes.

He called it an AI Suit. Using nano technology and very clever computer programming, they had developed a suit which could grow and adapt to the wearer. He had kept its full potential a secret and had waited for her to completely submit to him before he let her try it on. She stripped down so she was completely naked and left her clothes drapped over the chair. As she pulled on the suit, it felt a lot like a short sleeve wetsuit with a latex shine.

At one push of a button, the suit began to grow. The legs and sleeve started to extend until they reached her wrists and ankles. Suddenly, she felt herself getting taller as  platform, stilleto heel began to form under each foot. It was incredible. It felt just like a real heel, but more comfortable somehow. As the suit finished growing, it left her with only her neck and head exposed to the air. The rest of her was covered in this fabric which felt amazing and seemed to hug every curve in her figure.

She congratulated him on a wonderful clothing item, but he informed her that he wasn’t finished yet. Over the next few minutes, he bound her arms and legs together and pushed a ball-gag into her mouth. Karen loved it. She had been waiting to be treated like this for so long.

All of a sudden, she felt something moving between her legs. It started as a lump, but soon she realised it was more than that. She started to struggle, but her ties held her in place. The suit had started growing a dildo inside the suit. It slowly parted her wet pussy lips and pushed inside her making her thrash. Soon, she was ignoring the invader that had forced it’s way into her pussy, as something similar was now pressing at her virgin asshole. It started thin, but gradually grew, stretching her slowly as it formed a plug. She whimpered and screamed as the suit filled every hole. She started to slip into the subspace she had wanted as feelings of pleasure and pain were ripped from her trembling body.

Then she jerked as a vibration shot through her core. The suit was manipulating her private parts by vibrating at specific places. It started at her tits and gradually worked down to her clit. She closed her eyes and started to ride towards her first orgasm as her master’s slave.

“I don’t think so,” he said as he pushed a couple more buttons on his remote.

The vibrations subsided and her orgasm slipped from her grasp. She moaned with frustration as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Let me explain something to you. I said that this needed a long term test. The onboard computer is very intelligent and can track your orgasms better than you can. I can edge you or make you cum as many times as I like. The latter isn’t very likely to happen though since this suit is primarily designed as a replacement to the traditional chastity belt. The internal dildos and plugs can be grown, removed or vibrated at will. They can even fuck you. Let me show you.”

Suddenly, the dildo in her pussy began to pump in and out as it grew and shrank in length. Karen didn’t have time to wonder how the hell it was doing that since her orgasm was building again. As she reached the edge, the fucking slowed and the plug in her ass expanded giving her a conflicting feeling which made her ride the edge of her orgasm for almost a whole minute. Before her eyes glazed over, the feeling stopped and she realised she had been holding her breath.

“I think,” he continued, “that this will be a wonderful induction into being my slave. The first year will be mainly teasing and edging as you learn to be a dedicated oral slave. After that, i’ll adapt the suit to mould the inside of your pussy so I can fuck you. You won’t feel much except a bit of pressure, but i’m sure you’ll still enjoy it given you won’t have cum in more than a year. After your second year, I might consider some birthday orgasms if you’re really good. What do you think about that?”

Karen only managed a “Mmmyyyhhhhheeeehhhhsss Ssssppphhhhiiirrrr,” around the gag as she accepted her new life.

[deniedandedginggirls-deactivate]

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Number 17

[christinas-stories]

The Gynarchy moves west.

              Christina set in her office back at the Von Dutch Estate. Taking a well needed rest from playing Chief of Staff for Amelia. They were preparing their run for the White House, but had decided that they need a break. However Christina could not shut her mind down. She sat looking at a map of the world with her trusted “personal assistant” Karen and her longtime friend Amanda.

              “We need a country somewhere in the middle east so that the Gynarchy can have a toe hold there.” Christina stated.

              “I agree my Mistress, but where?” Amanda asked dragging her finger across the map. Christian had always loved Amanda since the day the she snuck onto the compound as a sixteen-year-old. She never wore full catsuits, but was always in a latex shirt and pants. She had changed her hair, which made Christian love her even more.

              Karen was watching taking notes in her normal black latex catsuit. “A country to take over my Mistress? In the middle east? Don’t someone of those have a very dim view on females’ due to their religion?”

              “All the more reason to take one over and show the power of the Gynarchy.” Christina stated.

              “Yes, it will show the world the world that we are a powerful force to deal with.” Amanda chimed in.

              They spent the next few hours pouring over information from all over the region. After what seemed like hours, Amanda let out a loud squeal of delight. This caused Christina to jump and Karen, who was all but asleep, to fall out of her chair.

              “I have it my Miss, the small county of Bahrain. It is an American ally and Senator Amelia know the second oldest son. She met with him on her last visit there. I have done some digging in to his personal computers and he has a deep dark secret that he would not want to let out.”

              “Amanda, I forgot how good you were my love, if I still had my cock I would choke you with it.” Christina said with a smile. “You gonna keep it from me or are you going to tell.”

              “Not yet my Miss, Karen I need you to have Amelia set up a visit to show her friend her home, here at the Estate. Though she will not be here.” Amanda said with a smirk and quickly left the office.

              Christina looked to Karen. “Thought you were to ask permission to leave from your Miss.” Christina said giggling.

              “She is just happy my Miss, shall I make the plans.”

              “Do as she has requested and then confine yourself to my bed, we need to work outsome tension.”

              “Yes my Miss.” Karen said with a bright smile leaving the room.

One month later.

              The Estate was done up to welcome the visitor from Bahrain. It would be Nasser. As the second eldest son in the kingdom, he was charged as the leader of the royal personal guard and served as chairman of many committees. He loved to visit the states, and was looking forward to meeting with his friend Amelia.

              As he stepped out of the SUV, the guards of the Estate sounded him to keep him safe, their latex hidden from view. Nasser approached the stairs and Christian.

              “Welcome my leigh, how are you?” Christina asked

              “I am well, thank you. This is a beautiful house Amelia has. Speaking of her, where is she?” Nasser asked in a small broken English accent, though he was easy to understand.

              “A phone call from President Trump ran long, she will be within a few moments. Shall we enter, our cooks have prepared a meal from your home land.” Christina said steeping to the side to allow him to enter.

              “I hope she is not long, but let us go inside it seems that there is a storm coming.” Nasser took the lead walking just in front of Christina speaking of how vast the house was and how it had been well kept. That was the last thing remembered before it went black.

              Sometime later he awoke, in a dark room. He groaned as he tried to make since of what was going on. He tried to lift his left arm but could not. He tired his right arm then his legs, all with the same results. He looked around and called out “Hello?”

              “I am sorry sir but this is needed.” Came a voice he had never heard.

              “Where am I, who are you, let me go.” He yelled.

              “All will be answered in time.” Came the voice.

              “Do you know who…….” He was cut off by the voice. “You are one of the Crown Princes of Bahrain. You where choosen for a reason.”

              “WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY FATHE…..” he yelled and trashed.

              “save your strength.” With that the lights came on. He squinted against the bright glow. As his eyes adjusted he saw two women. Both in shinny clothes. “Who are you?”

              “I am Amanda, leader of the Gynarchys cyber division. This is Racheal, one of the finest researchers and doctors the Gynarchy has to offer. You have a deep secret on your hard drive, don’t you?”

              “What are you talking about, I have no secerts. I live a life that is well followed by the media.”

              “Oh, you mean that you are looking up stories about gender changed and life as a female?”

              Nasser face paled, he had always deleted his cookies and history. She must be good. “What do you want I will pay anything.”

              Amanda looked to Racheal, and with that Rachael walked to his side. “Oh, my Prince we do not want your money, we want you.” With that Rachael injected Nasser with fluids containing the nanobots that the Gynarchy was so proud of.

              Nasser screamed on pain as he trashed. The nanobots went to work on his body. His skin started to lighten from the dark skin of his home region. His hair grew long and turned a deep brown. His skin softened. As he watched his arms and legs become smaller, his hands and feet daintier. He screamed in horror as his hips flared out and his waist shrunk in. He tried to speak but gasped as it was high pieced. Then something happened, his crotch went flat. But he didn’t scream, he let out a moan of pleasure. With that two mounds of flesh grew on his chest. She passed out.

              A unknown amount of time later.

              Christina sat in her office, just back from a trip to the mall with their new friend, Nassite. News had broken that Prince Nasser was missing.  But Nassite was playing the role of Princess perfect. She even dressed the role in her latex.

There was a man hunt all over the world. Christina thought to herself, “I guess it’s time.” With that she dialed the phone, a direct link to her leader.

              “Greetings my great, I believe that it is time.” Nassite heard but could not hear the other end. Christina placed the call on hold and dialed a second number.

              “Greetings King, I know where Nasser is.” Nassite could hear her father yelling but could not make out what he was saying. Her mind remembered growing up there, but she loved her new body and was loyal to Christina and the Gynarchy.

              “King, all will be answered. However, we have some demands and we believe that you will obey them.”

              This launched the King into a round of yelling again.

              “King, on the line is the one that you need to speak with. However, I would do it with respect. Allow me to introduce you to the great and powerful leader of the Gynarchy, Her Greatness, the Baroness Vanessa.”

              Christina hit the mute button and the speaker phone and the next voice that was heard was that of the Baroness, “Hello king, let’s talk about how you can and will help the Gynarchy…..”

(the takeover is starting, I hope my friend and Baroness runs with this)

[alisihs-caps]

I love your stories. Very good ones. Do you take request?

Sure. What do you have in mind?

[alisihs-caps]

Déjà vu

deɪʒɑː ˈvuː,French deʒa vy/ - noun

a feeling of having already experienced the present situation. “a feeling of déjà vu”

I’ve been having this recurring dream. It’s so vivid. At the time, I’m so overcome that I’m not even aware it is a dream. I feel as though I’ve been there before, like deja vu but it’s strange. It’s as if I am getting a glimpse of something that is going to happen. That one day it won’t be a dream. 

A few months ago that idea would have scared me to death. And it did. When it happened the first time, I was so scared. An instant feeling of hopelessness washed over me. I noticed the chill in the air, the absolute darkness and the overwhelming smell of bleach. My first thought: ‘where am I?’

I try to move but my arms refuse to budge from their position behind my back. ‘What is going on?’, I ask twisting my wrists back and forth trying to get them free but there is something strong holding them in place. I try to move my legs. Thankfully they’re not restrained. I sit up twisting them around in front and that’s when I hear the clank of metal behind me. ‘Is it,’ I begin to wonder, soon confirmed as I pull on it again, a chain tying me to the floor.

I look around for all the good it does. If it wasn’t so dark maybe I could see what it’s attached to. Maybe I could get free. The cold is not helping things. I shiver as I feel the smooth tiled floor under me and it doesn’t take long to realise that was where the bleach smell was emanating. ‘What is this place?’

Blinding light fills the room suddenly. I fall backward as I recoil from the violently sudden and overpowering luminous eruption penetrate my eyes. It takes a long time for my eyes to recover, to adjust to the change from absolute darkness to the sterile white room I now see before me. I investigate my situation.

I was right about the floor. White tiles were all around me and up the walls. ‘Some sort of shower or clinical room?’ There were no fittings in the room to give away the rooms purpose. No chair or table. No shelves or monitors. Just a featureless, handless door on the far wall, a fluorescent tube light above and a short chain connecting the floor to the reflective steel armbinder I can now see clearly. I inspect the chain.

‘Perhaps if I kneel I can get the proper leverage to at least loosen the chain enough to let me stand or maybe even get free?’

As I twist and turn I hear a loud clatter but not from the chain. The door opens and a woman stands firmly in its frame, her posture informing me: she is the one in charge around here.

I’m paralysed in fear. Nothing properly registers as she stands statuesque in the doorway. Slowly she begins to move, her heels clicks on the floor as she moves towards me my eyes locked with hers.

There is only ever one thing different about the dream. The first time I was petrified. I screamed. I crawled away. I tried my best to resist. ‘Why am I here?’ ‘What do you want from me?’ The all went unanswered as she strolled single mindedly towards me. Fear was my companion the first few times. But now? Now I kneel up straight. I smile as I welcome the cold hard steel collar around my neck. It locks firmly in place and I feel every fiber of my being change. Gone is any memory I once had, any connection to the world. I have a purpose to serve my new mistress and… And it gives me such pleasure. My mind is blank. I am ready to serve her in any way I can. 

It gives me pleasure. My mind is blank.

It gives me pleasure. I am ready to serve her in any way I can. 

It gives me pleasure to serve my mistress.

My mind is blank and it gives me pleasure.

[slut-for-sissies-deactivated201]

VR-Tech claimed their latest immersion suit was state of the art. The experimental neural interface was supposed to be unhackable. That’s what they said.

They were lying.

Sabrina want sure about the tight fitting VR suit, but it was a present and curiosity won out. She had to strip to put the suit on and it clung to her like a second skin. She gasped as the suit ran through its startup sequence and the thousands of tactile receptors caressed her body.

She knew something was wrong the moment she opened her eyes. Instead of the colorful Favreau land she had selected, Sabrina find herself in a strange bedroom. Cursing she triggered the eject, but nothing happen. She tried again, panic growing.

And then she felt it. The suit caressing her body, tiny fingers vibrating and teasing her breasts and crotch. Despite herself she felt her body react, nipples hardening, her sex growing damp as it craved more sensation.

A whimper slipped from between her lips. She couldn’t move at all now and the sensations were getting stronger and stronger. Soon she was going to…

The orgasm swept through her immobilized body leaving her panting and exhausted. But the sensations didn’t stop.

Again and again orgasm ravaged her helpless body.

And then the voice started. It was a whisper at first. A promise of relief and release.

All she had to do was give in and obey.

Relax. Sink. Obey.

Sabrina sobbed as the sensations built again.

Relax. Sink. Obey.

Her mind almost lost to the overwhelming pleasure, she gave in.

Relax. Sink. Obey.

[pearlqueensposts]

Delicious!~~

[hayushiba7]

Rubberhusk Update

My original story has been updated and is off to MCstories.com to be added to this week’s update. Here is the updated version, for all my loyal hostforms here…

I want you to imagine waking up and rolling over. You wipe away the sleep from your eyes to be greeted by a dark, black, figure standing over your bed. You blink again and everything comes into focus. It takes you a moment to realize what exactly you’re looking at. I’m standing at the side of your bed, looking down at you, but I’m not me. I seem to be dipped from head to toe in some sort of liquid rubber. You see it hug my muscle definition like a second skin. Your gaze travels from my my blank, black eyes, past my mouth, lips encased in ebony rubber, arms hanging limply, mindlessly at my sides, down my torso, and finally resting on my cock, standing at attention, pointing directly at you. 

You finally gasp at the sight before you and jump up onto your haunches, backing up to the headboard. “…Master?” You meekly ask. I don’t offer a response. You ask again, “…Master? Is that you?”. This time your curiosity gets the better of you and you crawl forward, one arm outreached. The first thing you touch is my abdomen. You can feel the slick rubber under your fingertips, and it sends a shiver down your spine. My continued stoicism leads you to venture further. You stand on your knees on the bed, looking me right in my inhuman, blank eyes. Your hands trace the my jawline and you marvel at how the substance seems to have seeped into every pore, coating my eyes, and even in between my lips. Your thumb gently probes into my mouth, parting my lips. You gasp as you see the extent of the black substance invading me- coating the inside of my mouth and down my throat. You run your fingers on my head, where my hair should be and look again at my eyes with worry and despair, wondering if your Master is anywhere inside of there. “Who did this to you?” You wonder out loud, fearing who could be powerful enough to enslave your Master and show him the bliss of thralldom like you have enjoyed for so long. 

As you sit back on your knees, your curiosity gets the better of you. You stare down the barrel of my hard, rubber encased cock. Normally, by this time of the morning, you would have already been throat or pussy deep on my cock, waking me up like a good little slutslave. The sight of it now, the girth and veins highlighted by the substance coating it, sent another shiver down your spine, but this time it ends in your pussy, which starts to drip. Almost as if in response, you notice my cock twitch a little, and a bit of black, viscous liquid ooze out of the tip. It’s my first unaided motion since you discovered me. You gasp as a torrent of memories come flooding back- the pleasures of being thrall- sucking, fucking, and being a good slutslave. 

You inch forward on your hands and knees till my cock is at the tip of your nose. The smell wafts into you, of pre cum, but sweeter. You can’t help it- your tongue darts out as you look up, thinking you’ll see a reaction from me. I offer none, and you wrap your lips around the head of my encased cock, continuing to look up, hopeful that this will bring me out of my mindless state. The taste and feel in your mouth is familiar, but something deeper is different. You suck, closing your eyes, getting into it, as more and more liquid leaks into your mouth. You swirl it with your tongue before swallowing it. It tastes so sweet, so amazing. You feel it slide down your throat and you feel a warmth follow.   You look up again, hunger in your eyes. Your lips part with my cock with a wet slurp and you moan. “Fuck me”. With those words, I suddenly come to life, crawling onto the bed following you. At this point, you can barely think straight, the ooze that you ingested making your mind soft. As my hands wrap around your wrists, you feel a tingle wherever my rubber body comes in contact with you. You moan, a low and guttural moan, partially out of fear, but mostly out of lust. I don’t have to force myself, as you spread your legs for me. I slide in easily and your eyes roll back as you lose yourself to the pleasure. Your senses are firing on overdrive. Every touch, every caress, every thrust, set off a cascade of pleasure that ripple across your body. Add to that my lips locking around your breasts and you start quivering. “Oh godddddd….” you moan, which is only by my silence and rhythmic fucking. 

You arch your back just, and I pull out of you. You whimper in response, but your longing to be filled doesn’t last long as I stand up and pull you from the bed. I trade places and sit down on the bed and you follow, knowing exactly where to be. You bend a bit at the knees and waist and reach between your legs to spread yourself. My hands find your hips and guide you down and your fingers brush against my shaft as it splits you apart. You moan again and your eyes roll up as you reach behind to steady yourself on me. You start bouncing up and down and I match the rhythm with my own hips, pressing off the bed and driving deeper and deeper into you. “Looks like you found my new toy.”

You languidly look to the left, at the source of the voice and see a woman, encased in the same kind of rubber as me. The material only coats her torso, however, like a leotard, and her arms and legs with mid bicep length gloves and mid hip length boots. She is blonde, with shoulder length hair, and she’s gorgeous. Her breasts are round and perfectly perky and her abs barely show through the skintight material. Her pussy was magnificent, its outline traced by the rubber skin with nothing hidden. “Mistress.” you hear my raspy voice from behind you.

You almost stop fucking when you hear me speak for the first time…almost. You can’t really stop, as the lust and desire have taken you over. Your soft mind tries to process what is happening, but the women fills in for you. “I took him, your Master, for my collection. I needed a new rubberhusk and he was a prime option. He resisted at first, but once he understood the pleasure of being a rubberhusk, he willingly accepted. Your Master is no more. Just as you will be.” You try to get up, but my strong grip keeps you in place, bouncing you on my shaft. You didn’t really try that hard anyways, as by now, your mind can’t really thinking of anything else but being filled by me.

“Nooo….“ you barely whisper. 

"He’s such a good rubberhusk. So mindless, so obedient,” the woman says as she walks in front of you, watching as you fuck her toy. “There is nothing more in there but desire, lust, and pleasure- and most importantly- obedience. It really is bliss to be my rubberhusk. You’ll soon understand. Rubberhusk Chris, please cum.”

You feel a warm sensation flood your pussy as my muscles tighten underneath you and I pull you down, deep onto my shaft. I cum and you can do nothing but cum with me, thrashing in ecstasy. Your eyes roll up, you can’t focus on anything as your muscles clench. Your back arch and your knees buckle as you rest on my thighs, steadied by my strong rubber hands on your waist, holding you down on me. After what seems like an eternity, my cock twitches one last time with a small splurge inside of you. You collapse to your knees, with a wet plop as you slide off my cock, landing in front of me facing your new Mistress. You sway in the wind, barely able to stand tall on your knees. “Mmm…beautiful. You should feel it now, it must be so hard to think.” She bends over and caresses your hair, her hand finally resting behind your neck, holding your face up to gaze down into your eyes. “Yes, you’ll soon be perfect.” Her gaze turns downward and your’s follows and you reach your hand down to your soaking pussy to investigate. 

Your hand comes up covered in a black goo. It drips down your fingers and leaves a trail of rubber, coating your fingers and making them tingle with pleasure. You shake them with feigned effort, but the ooze doesn’t go anywhere, just continues to drip upwards, defying gravity. You look down and notice your pussy is now covered in the substance. It flows into you and encases your mound. Suddenly, it feels like a million tongues are licking you. Your head rolls back and your mouth opens in a long, silent gasp. “Yes…doesn’t that feel good? Being a rubberhusk will always feel this good.” You moan now, staring into her eyes as your new Mistress starts to play with herself. Her fingers slip into her snatch and you see how the rubber coats it. You imagine that’s exactly what your slavepussy looks like now. You whimper and your jaw clenches as you feel the ooze invade your ass, sliding into you, filling you, and starting to pulse with pleasure. The black goo continues its path upward. Its covered your hips and has started to move past your knees. You feel it crawl up your spine. As it reaches your breasts, it feels amazing, like it’s having your tits kneaded teased in just the way you like. You almost cum again as it reaches your nipples, coating, encasing them, in rubber joy. “Rubberhusk Chris, please kneel over here.” You see me move out of the corner of your eye, kneeling at attention right in front of facing Mistress. She walks forward, straddling my face and maneuvering her rubber pussy right in my mouth. She moans as I wrap my hands around her ass, pulling her close as my tongue starts. “It’s so hot to see a new rubberhusk being born.”

You feel the ooze at your neck, creeping up past your jaw. You keep gasping for breath as your hands, now with a mind of their own, starts to finger fuck your rubber encased pussy and play with your rubber coated breast. Now it’s in your mouth, you feel it flowing down your throat, coating it in rubber. You gag a bit, slightly gargling as the goo fills you, but it doesn’t take away from the pleasure that’s continuing to overwhelm you. 

“Yess…. your eyes…” Mistress moans. And that’s it, you feel ooze over the rest of your face, covering your eyes, enshrouding you in darkness. You moan, one last time, as you cum. Mistress cums too, but you don’t notice, you’re too lost in your rubber prison of pleasure.  Your back arches, your arms fall to your side as you quiver and twitch as the last of what makes you you, is coated in rubber servitude forever.

Your arms come to a rest at your side and your breathing returns to normal. Inside, however, you’re assaulted with a torrent of pleasure. The rubber skin feels amazing on you, it fills you with pleasure and new purpose. You can feel it undulating in your ass and slavepussy, sliding against your nipples, wiggling inside your ear, interfacing with your brain, helping you think correct, obedient rubberhusk thoughts. 

"Stand, my new rubberhusk.“ And you do, wordlessly. As you obey, your body rocks in mini orgasm, a reward for being obedient. Mistress has pulled my head back from her pussy and she walks around you, examining her work. "How does it feel to be a rubberhusk?”

"Perfect.“ you say, cumming again in rubber obedience.

[talesofnorth]

‘But chains and whips excite me’

[christinas-stories]

Day one of the Von Dutch Estates

Christina awoke as the sun broke through her windows. It was a little strange her windows not being on the second floor, or not having a collar around her neck. The past eleven months had been strange and shown her a lot. She met a new friend, well she was more than a friend, in Jennifer. Christina’s room was across from Jennifer’s, Christina would hear people coming and going all night do to her overseeing the Complex 8 in North America.

               Christina dressed and walked to her personal office that was connected to her room. She looked over her planner for the day, she saw that the first order of business was video conference call with two other members of the Gynarchy, Amanda and April. They had both served with her under Michelle, but during the past eleven months they had pledged their selves to The Gynarchy. Amanda was working in the digital division based in Japan and Amanda was working in London with some of the best scientist in Complex 8.

               Christina set at her desk and started her computer. It was going to be a few more moments before the video conference was to start. She pulled her latex catsuit down and studied her left shoulder. The scar where she was shot was barely visible thanks to Amanda and Rachael. Her shoulder would hurt ever now and then thanks to the bullet bouncing of the bone, causing a piece of the bone to break off. As she sat there thinking about all the pain that it caused she was caught off guard by giggling.

                  When Christina turned back to the screen readjusting her top, she saw Amanda smiling and giving her girlish giggle. April was on the left screen and Amanda was on the right screen, both smiling and waving.

               “Well Miss Von Dutch don’t stop the show.” Amanda stated fighting a giggle.

               April shook her head and smiled, “How are you Miss Von Dutch, looks like the scar is healing well.”

               “Ok first off enough you too, its Christina to yall.” Christina stated with a laugh. “Yes, April it is healing fine, still gives me a little bit of pain. Amanda, you have seen the show and I miss you too.”

               “Yes, I have Christina, man that is strange to call you that. I am loving it here in Japan though, we are tracking a lot of people that want to stop the movement of The Gynarchy.”

               “Yes, we have some here in London, but the weapons that we are working on are great. Rachael is smart as whip, kind of like me with the ADHD and all over the place.” Amanda stated.

               The three laughed and cut up talking about all that had occurred in the past eleven months. Amanda and April seemed to know more about everything then Christina did simply because they hadn’t been in the intense training that she was in.

               When the subject of Michelle came up, the two looked down almost together. They told her that they had heard about what happened. Amanda went on to say that she got what she deserved for how she treated her staff. April then told about she had helped Racheal in the conversation of the nanobots to turn her into Michael.

               The next topic that came up was that of Alexis. If Amanda and April had been together they would have stared at each other.  Christina thought they might knew something but where not telling. Amanda started off by saying that Alexis was in one of The Gynarchy’s top prisons. It was in Australia and underwater. The courts of The Gynarchy had not heard the case because of the fact that Christina was deemed not able to be witness while she was recovering from her wounds and being in Complex 8 training.

               As the three laughed and caught up, a maid entered in to Christina’s office. “Miss Von Dutch there is someone to speak to you in the main office of the estate.”

               “Thanks Karen I will be there in a few.” Christina stated, with that the maid bowed and left and Christina turned her attention back to Amanda and April. “Well time to take my new role as Miss Von Dutch. I want you both back here working I miss yall.”

               “I would Christina but I am needed here, me and Rachael have a lot working and I can’t leave her.” April stated.

               “Yes, my lady I am needed her as well, however I hope to return one day.” Amanda stated.

               Christina nodded her head as the three said good bye. She started towards the door before adjusting her outfit. Her first day in charge. Would Jennifer drop in on her? How was waiting on her in the office? When would The Gynarchy formally charge Alexis? What does The Gynarchy and the future hold for Christina? This is what she thought off as she left her room for her office.