Introduction. Within days of the Kings death and her coronation, the Princess of Steel heard rumours of Sorceress Zorelle's return from forced exile. The evil witch had been exiled by Princess Lindas father for dabbling in the forbidden magics; the cruel woman had used her time away effectively, learning the full extent of her powers....no one had followed the dark path and survived before. Informants told the Princess that Zorelle was using her new spells to create an army of mindless followers who were completely unstoppable. She was marching them towards total dominance of the land and its people, capturing her enemies one by one and dealing with them in a terrible fashion.
Only Zorelles wicked mind was capable inflicting such suffering on the kingdom.
-- Dangerous battlefields
A very tired Princess Linda Danvers used her super powers to hover in mid air and scan the huge enemy battalion many miles below. The hostile force was made up mostly of forced conscripts, ordinary citizens who had been captured and clad in the glistening black leather bondage suits that all in Zorelles enchanted army wore. The magical punishingly buckled and booted costumes took merely a few breaths to convert a struggling captive into a docile obedient soldier who would follow the destructive womans mental commands without question. Once controlled by the suit, they would walk happily into certain death for the evil spellstress, smiling anonymously beneath their tight hoods and expanded gags, and even help to force dress more conscripts. Half of the squeaking, suctioned forms had once been in Lindas own army, but had been turned into prisoners of war that actually fought for the enemy.
Zorelle had made some of the conscripts into winged rubber scouts, imprisoning their arms and legs together in a single tube of frictionless black latex so that all but the round circle of their faces was visible. She attached dragon-like rubbery wings to their corseted backs and controlled them remotely so that the stiffly encapsulated scouts flew obediently over what had once been their own army. These flapping rubber creatures observed much even as swathes of arrows lodged in their battered dark wings. Zorelle used their vision as her own.
From her vantage point in the clouds, Linda spied a figure in the Sorceresss colours of gold and silver standing in front of a very well-appointed tent.
Borne by desperation and hoping to catch Zorelle by surprise, the Woman of Steel flew down in a split second and appeared beside her enemy. She knew that she could not allow the witch to try an escape or attack spell, so she enveloped Zorelles mouth with her own, grasped the spell-weaving hands and then utilised her super-strength to crush the bones. There was a brilliant flash, and the strikingly clad woman she was holding seemed to both stretch and collapse into herself, looking terrified in the process. The woman was a decoy, no doubt crafted from one of Supergrrls own soldiers. The hapless gold and silver outfitted figure whom she had imagined to be Zorelle shimmered into a living harness of glowing green straps....kryptonite! How had Zorelle managed to find some?
Her first thought was to flee, but the nightmare harness seemed stuck to her wrists and face already, neatly circling her forearms with wide cuffs and sliding between her lips to insert a glowing green gag in her mouth that expanded to fill every crevice. She fought against it feebly with her rapidly draining strength to no avail. The myriad of remaining straps on the harness encircled her body like snakes and threaded themselves through the buckles as Linda sank gasping to her knees. They tightened themselves mercilessly and Linda was soon neatly packaged, a powerless super-bundle.
A layer of the cuffs peeled away and rolled down over her hands, forming slim D-ringed mittens, cancelling any hopes she had of using her fingers to undo a buckle or two. Likewise, her ankle cuffs peeled down over her high-heeled blue feet forming slippery D-ringed booties of deadly green. Not to be outdone, the straps began unfolding rapidly, doubling in width and joining each other until Supergrrl was cocooned seamlessly from the neck down in polished greeny black. She rolled to the ground in a weakened, dizzy state as her collar folded up to cover her chin, sliding easily over her mouth, nose and then eyes with a clear layer which thickened rapidly.
The real Zorelles black boots came into her dwindling field of vision and in her hallucination-affected mind Linda briefly imagined that she could see the forlorn blank faces of her recently lost officers staring out at her from the surface of the shiny black rubber boot leg. Was that the mound of a miniature coated breast? Was it the curve of a tortuously bent elbow she could see through the green haze? No, she decided, trying to clear her swimming head....her mind must be playing tricks. She lapsed into blissful unconsciousness.
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The victory tent
A captured male officer was marched to stand in front of the Sorceress as she paced back and forth excitedly in front of her throne, unable to stand still for long now that Supergrrl was her captive. The six inch metal heels of her glossy black rubber hip boots made sharp noises as they struck the marble flagstones, a novel flooring for a tent, but a luxury that she demanded and received at every new battleground. Against her skin she wore a spectacular metallic gold latex catsuit that hugged all of her sumptuous body, leaving just her smug face exposed. The all-in-one seamless garment had slim gloves joining the sleeves and a glossy attached hood with a ponytail tube in the top from which a waterfall of dark hair flowed over a firmly anchored golden crown. Connected to the taut latex at her erect nipples and flowing over her shoulders was a large silver cloak to complete the ensemble, which was kept polished to a mirror sheen by the latex dipped maids who hovered silently around her.
It looks very much like you chose the wrong side, young man she laughed, pointing out the rubber baby costumed form of his former leader and princess sitting docily in the corner. In stark contrast to the way he remembered his strong commander a few hours ago, Supergrrl was now strapped in a high chair and sucking purposefully on a magical pacifier.
The all enclosing latex-kryptonite babysuit she was sheathed in was designed in attractive transparent green and stretched from wrist to ankle. Her hands and feet terminated in stiff frilled mittens and booties, a sparkling rubber bib hanging beneath the frills around her neck as if ready to catch the slightest dribble. A tight airless hood with a mockery of a baby-face fashioned on it was stretched up to cover her head, fused to the suit at the neck and crowned with a ludicrous little sun bonnet. It appeared she could not stop sucking the pacifier, which was unfortunate because it was connected to the large tank of brilliant green fluid strapped to the back of her high chair. Water, laced with Kryptonite!
The young man gave a stricken cry, and even managed to take a struggling step towards his princess despite the powerful spell holding him in place.
Dont bother.....there is nothing you can do to help her. Laughed Zorelle, toying with a small rubber purse on the table beside her as she settled her golden form comfortably in the throne.
She should think herself lucky - I WAS going to make a superheroine pussy purse out of her once she was rubberised. I would have enjoyed watching her pussy zip shut and her body collapse - quite distressingly! - into that lovely little pouch shape, but I believe it will be much more fun to string out her punishment.
She zipped open and fingered the tiny latex purse that she had used to illustrate her point, watching the bright, defenceless clitoris spring to life even though its owner had long since been turned into rubber lining. It was not strictly a living creature anymore but deep inside a voice still existed, struggling to find reasons to dislike its reduction to a slippery fashion accessory, a helpless labial body that could be confined easily by a simple zipper and ring-pull keychain. Zorelle waved the pussy purse at the shaking man so he could watch the tiny vulnerable item orgasm around her finger, contracting with almost self destructive pleasure at her touch.
You would look very nice as one of these, she chuckled.
A look of horror crossed his face as a zip sealed vagina appeared where his sex had been moments before. But no, not today. I promised myself Id only make clothing trophies for a while - I have a boxful of these darned purses already and considering theyll never wear out, I can only give so many away. You get to join your friends so I hope you enjoy company.. You will become a pretty little doll that I can blend into my collection!.
Zorelle waved her hand flippantly and in a process her staff had seen many times, the officer transformed painfully into an abundantly endowed nude female form. Uselessly straining for control of her limbs, the very feminine buxom trophy marched like a stiff marionette to a bench near the side of the tentroom and lay back on the shiny red vinyl surface. A mist formed around the officers body as she arched in pain. A short cry escaped her lips, followed by a liquid hiss, then total silence. The air cleared to reveal her unaccustomed feminine curves coated completely in glossy black rubber. The sightless effigy wriggled in an effort to escape her new costume now that a spell wasnt controlling her movements but it was pointless. Not only did her rigidly boned vlatex layer (Zorelles magic blend of vinyl and latex) keep her stretched out flat on the bench, but she could not bend her legs enough to even push herself off it with the towering heels that had been permanently bonded to her booted feet.
Zorelle placed her hands on the black clad form and concentrated a little, casting a spell that caused it to shrink into a tiny quivering doll in her fist. She bent down and pressed the hand-sized doll against the polished yet strangely lumpy smoothness of her right boot and the toy sank beneath the surface like it was being swallowed in a bog. Its arms and feet sank first, followed by hips and shoulders until soon just one knee of the doll and its face to the cheeks protruded from the raven-black layer along with the tip of a breast. Zorelle stopped pushing. Her latest boot addition stared somewhat beseechingly at the world, its expressionless vlatex face framed by the glistening sea of rubber that was to be its prison for all eternity.
As if disturbed by the arrival of a new resident, the most recent of the other trapped forms in the dark Queens boots rippled slightly as they sought escape from the magical coating that would hold them forever. The bulk of the residents merely lay still, for they had long ago worked out the futility of struggling. Indeed, for their effort, some had found themselves totally beneath the surface because the enchantment worked in one direction only. The evil woman always enjoyed watching their tiny encapsulated bodies struggle as she pushed them into their new rubbery dimension as part of her footwear.
Hmmmm....Zorelle thought to herself. When the enemy army surrendered soon, she would have enough unwilling victims to make a matching catsuit or two. It would be nice to arrange some of the overbreasted figures as shoulder pads. She mused over making a half dozen different catsuit styles for a moment as she absently brushed her fingers around two slight cherry bumps protruding from the boot at her left thigh. She had long since forgotten who they belonged to, but they were the only remaining signs of a captured colonel. It was no longer possible to identify him much less rescue him - she had endowed him with massive basketball tits before turning him into the doll and embedding him until only his turgid nipples remained.
His two female aides had been made into chesty little rubber Barbie dolls and set face-to-crotch inside a dildo shaped sheath that was currently a feature of the pussy-stimulation unit wriggling away tirelessly between Supergrrls babified legs. A wide slit in the Princesss green suit at the crotch allowed easy access to her sex, and the transparently sheathed dildo dolls inside had no choice but to remain in their dark, soft vaginal prison, gripped firmly by impenetrable walls of pussy flesh. Thanks to the transparency of their cute dildo shaped suit, the Barbies had observed their own insertion into the giant pussy, and could only dwell on their misfortune as their magic-induced licking and writhing continued. The dildo doll nestled closest to the outside world often had enough light to see Supergrrls heavily lubricated pussy flesh as it slid repeatedly up and down over its face, sometimes even gliding far enough to catch a glimpse of the outside world mountainous labial lips and a massive clitoris. The deeply rooted doll was less lucky. Although her view was arguably less interesting, Zorelle had made her widely stretched eyes super sensitive to make sure she did not miss an inch of the Princesss inner sanctum.
Linda squirmed weakly against the snugly buckled straps holding her in her highchair. Her Barbie-doll vibrator was awash with her own lubricant and the translucent rubber costume gripped every inch of her skin, causing undeniably erotic sensations. The spell she was under kept her sucking noisily on the pacifier and she was unable to stem the strength-sapping flow at all. She tried squeezing her teeth and lips together but it was no good - the spurting nipple of the oversized dummy between her teeth had expanded inside her mouth. It could not be removed even if she was somehow able to stop her compulsive suckling.
She knew that her forced infantization was a deliberate reduction of her status for the benefit of her rebellious people but there was no way she could avoid being kept as a mere toy when confronted by magic as powerful as Zorelles. Through the velvety, transparent latex mask she watched as the shape of another of her officers appeared and was swiftly coated and made into clothing. Was this their reward for being loyal to her? Somehow she would save them and exact her revenge, but it depended on her survival and the Kryptonite coursing through her veins befuddled her mind and ensured she could think of no plan at all.
An out-of-focus Zorelle loomed in her green tinged vision to gloat over her prize catch. She adjusted Lindas stimulation unit so it sat deeper in her pussy, cupped the glossy breasts and aroused her nipples until the princess came again with a slurp. See snugglepot - trying to hold back makes no difference. Come on, say goo goo ga ga for Mummy. Its time to get you ready for the big parade. She unbuckled Linda from the chair and watched the weakling girl slide like liquid to the floor. The feeding tube was still joined to Supergrrls mouth and it stretched taut, preventing her bonneted rubber head from squeaking against a recently created marble flagstone. The Sorceress unplugged the hose from the large tank and joined it to a smaller, softer, more portable latex bag full of the same liquid. The flaccid bag had an attached child restrainer-like harness which enabled it to be strapped to the poor girls back, forcing her to keep drinking.
I have a very special diaper for you to model today. said Zorelle as she produced a strange voluminous latex diaper and proceeded to glide its frilled mass up the captives gleamingly sheathed legs.
It used to be one of your officers too - Ill bet he never thought he would be this close to your pussy!.
The feminine diaper consisted of many puffed and stretched layers of glossy polished blue latex, crafted in the same iridescent colour her Supergrrl costume had been. It had her large S super logo stretched across the generous padded bottom. The cool rubber slid into place, covering her sex and enveloping her from thighs to hip in a strange tingling embrace. The tightening of an attached smooth latex buckle belt at the waist and two more around her upper thighs ensured that no leakages could occur through the sealed ensemble.
Zorelle attached a leash to Supergrrls posture collar and dragged her along an expensively carpeted part of the tent floor, forcing her to crawl along behind on all fours because she lacked the energy to stand. As they left the tent, Linda felt the tingle of the magic diaper again. She experienced a sudden stab of pressure on her bladder and her green-shrouded face reddened with shame as her muscles involuntarily released control. The warm fluid flowed from her groin for over a minute, and filled her squeaking diaper to bursting point. A faint sloshing sound could be heard as the babified rubber princess crawled behind her captor. Supergrrl was baby- marched through the appreciative ranks of the Sorceresss evil army for many hours before finally being led into the conquered royal city through the huge, shattered bronze gates.
Striding through the stone archway, with her metal heels striking sparks on the cobblestones, the evil queen led the procession into the heart of the city, dragging her unwilling infantized display piece behind her with its bulging Supergrrl logo gleaming across tautly stretched buttocks. All pockets of defenders had been flushed out or overrun days ago, and the remaining loyal citizens sobbed in fear when they recognised the super symbol and the identity of the adult rubber baby being paraded past their homes and up the streets to the castle. Supergrrls public humiliation had begun and the morale of her people was broken.
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A lithe figure ran from one pool of shadow to another in the corridor. Her star spangled uniform identified her as the Amazon super hero, Wonda Woman. Wondie knew that by finding Zorelle she would also find her friend Supergrrl and perhaps rescue her. To her surprise, after subduing just two rubber soldiers who had been coated in vlatex to the point of uselessness outside a room, she stumbled upon Supergrrl. But she was not dressed as Diana expected. A large adult-sized playpen with gold rubber coated bars held the enthusiastically slurping baby that had been her friend.
Dressed in her frilled rubber diaper and enveloped over that from the neck down in a shimmering transparent green babys romper that included feet and hands, the rubber baby still suckled on her tank of kryptonite water, lacking the strength even to climb over the low golden barrier that fenced her in. Linda looked up through the green haze of her mask at the sign of movement and could just make out the distinctive costume on the figure approaching. It was her friend Wonda Woman, come to rescue her. The Amazon beauty was more than a little turned on by the fetish scene before her but hid her disappointment that she would have to release her friend instead of enjoying a little fun first.
The games she imagined and discarded would take long but time was short. She stepped over the low fence and did not notice the universe shift around her as she passed through the magic trap that extended from the top of the barrier to the ceiling. She did however immediately notice her vision tinge to green and looked down over her body to find that she was now dressed identically to Linda. She had become a rubber infant too. A feeding tube snaked away from her mouth and try as she might, she could not dislodge it. The second baby in the pen struggled briefly as the first of powerful drugs pumped down her feeder into her mouth, but her limbs soon became heavy as she lay contentedly still with her friend, slurping in a pitiful, eager fashion.
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The next day, Zorelle eyed the matchingly dressed women, beautiful latex babes that differed only in hair colour. She pulled the new dark haired one to its feet and out of the playpen, unlocking and disconnecting its feeder tube from the constantly suckling mouth flange.
So nice of you to join us Wonda Woman! I knew you would be along to play with your friend sooner or later but I never realised you wanted to live your life in the crib. You cant in fact - I have other plans for you. First of all you will become one hundred percent submissive, starting with your career as Supergrrls nursemaid. Ultimately the original Wonda Woman as you know yourself will cease to exist, but for now I have a rather special place for you in the throne room. Maids! Bring her along!
Zorelle pointed at an adult-sized circular childs training walker that was waiting to be used beside the crib. The large, rubber coated plastic toy had four castors underneath to allow a frictionless glide and looked moderately normal from the outside, albeit oversized. Wondies gleaming legs were lowered through the internal harness of the donut-shaped unit and straps pulled tight beyond her reach to lock her in place. Looking down at the front of her humiliating vehicle near her hips, Diana noticed a rigid plasticised face of a woman staring unseeing up at her. She wondered who the artwork was modelled on and followed the curve of the toy around with her green-hazed eyes and found a hardened breast on the left and right - they were the comforting bumps on which she had been resting her slippery hands. Wonda Woman reached behind and sure enough, she could feel the embossed folds of a stiffened plastic pussy. She was sitting in the middle of a horrifically modified victim! At first she refused to walk but a threat from Zorelle to totally babify her mind there and then and be done with her immediately changed Dianas attitude. On latex padded feet she rolled herself along, following the striding Sorceress through the secret direct passage to the throne room.
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Maids lifted a round boiler cap that was hinged to the flagstones of the throne room to reveal a body-sized tube sunken deep into the floor. Wonda Womans feet were fed into the opening and she found it deep enough to be able to stand and still see the proceedings in the room. An air compressor hose was attached to a concealed valve in the front of her new green playsuit and activated. The flow of air separated married sheets of latex all over her suit and began to fill the cavities within, expanding her form to occupy every inch of space in the hole. She was soon held prisoner by the layers of compressed air and rubber in her costume, trapped with just her head and neck exposed at floor level.
The hood and the collar of her inflated latex babysuit were removed and replaced with a circular latex seal emblazoned with her bright stars and stripes logo where all could see. The seal fit cosily against the base of her bare throat and was zipped to the circular edge of her prison to close her in completely. Under the Sorceresss watchful eye, a conjured male demon went to work on Wonda Womans permanent enslavement. With blinding speed Wondies lasso was fashioned into a tightly woven golden collar with no end, fused into a tight unbreakable loop around her neck by the very masculine creature a maleness that, by Amazon rule, nullified all of her heroic strength and resistance. When it was done, the demon bowed goodbye and vanished moments before a television crew arrived.
Cameras were wheeled in to focus on the plight of the super maiden. Just before the lid was closed to envelop her in darkness, Wonda saw the stencils on the cameras. The masses of equipment were for the hit TV segment Real Rubber TV.
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The anonymous voiceover boomed. Live from Her Majestys throne room, today only, a special mystery guest who cannot lie - over to you, Fetishgirl!.
Fetishgirl gave her black rubber corset dress a final spray of polish, tugging uselessly at the unfamiliar black strands of the ponytail tube atop her head. She picked up the long cock- spaed latex microphone and turned to face the camera. This was her last chance - her last opportunity to get back into the media and save her name as a respected reporter. After losing her conservative position as a pretty newsreader she had been forced to take a career move she despised, introducing porn for the lucrative but low-brow sex show Real Rubber TV.
Fetishgirl looked down at the lid on the floor. She knew who was beneath it. Earlier that day, when she heard about the new high profile captive, she immediately lobbied Her Majesty. She begged and pleaded to the point of annoyance with Zorelle to get the interview, knowing that it would give her that elusive contact with the big stations, perhaps returning her to a better job.
Zorelle had baited her about it, asking what she would do for fame, and she had half known where it would lead. An offchance comment about needing a knockout outfit had brought on an idle flip of Zorelle's languid hand. There seemed no change. But when she got home that night her skin had started transforming into canary yellow latex: by the time the interview came near, just about every visible inch of Fetishgirl had been replaced with bright yellow gloss, her luscious black hair clumped at the crown of her head and squeezed up a three inch yellow latex tube. As she was being chauffered to the palace to tape the segment, the yellow crept over her cheeks and lips, down her hands, closing over her navel to leave a smooth, scarless stomach. Now, with the overloaded black corset and teetering transparent lucite plastic ballet boots sheathing her legs to the hips, she made as big an entrance as she could manage. She couldnt afford to mess it up now.
With one eye on the nearby, watching Zorelle, she pouted her saffron-coloured lips at the lens and gave her trademark kiss and smile as she lifted the chain on the lid to reveal the disemodied head of a prisoner within, a brunette, her throat circled attractively by an inflated rubber membrane that held her rigidly in position.
"I think most people ought to know already, given that design we can see on....what is that?....some kind of latex seal? For the viewers out there, Gorgeous, tell us who you are." she purred, half at the camera, half at the struggling captive.
The snared Amazon shut her lips tightly and resolved to say nothing but they sprang open of their own accord and she heard herself speaking clearly into the proffered microphone dildo.
"I am Wonda Woman". Her golden lasso-collar was making her tell the truth!
Fetishgirl smiled with a squeak of her pneumatic, canary yellow rubber lips and breathed closer to Wondie's face as the cameras zoomed in for a closeup.
"Bearing in mind that you are on national television, tell me your darkest sexual fantasy"
The beautiful prisoner groaned at the loaded question, for she knew she could do nothing but be honest.
"I have always liked being bound and helpless during sex games with my lovers....I was secretly hoping to be captured on this mission so that I would have no choice other than to become Zorelle's rubber sex-pet as I have heard happens to others. I feel that I need it." Wonda Womans face turned beet red as she heard the words tumble from her mouth to the world.
Fetishgirl squeaked with delight, thrusting her buttocks back at the camera crew as she leaned up close to the famous face. The interview continued as Fetishgirl probed deeper and deeper into Wonda Woman's secret desires. The inflated captive talked about everything: dildo suits, tight bondage, helpless transformation and forced sex with other creatures as her hidden self was bared to the world. She spoke out loud that she wanted to ask what would take to get glossy artificial skin like the voluptuous presenter. Fetishgirl simpered, waving the cock-mike before Wondie's lips.
"Interested, are we honey?" She ran her hands through Wondie's trademark lush black locks, then on a nod from Zorelle gripped with yellow latex hands and tugged. The mild spell took hold and the Amazons hair was pulled away from her head, revealing a completely bald shiny rubber scalp beneath, very tight. The Amazons head was sealed over with shiny skintone vlatex. Instead of falling apart, the hair stayed in perfect shape because a latex cap had formed instantly beneath the follicles to create a perfect, still living wig.
Wondie moaned in shock as FetishGirl detached her own yellow rubber gripped genie tail and modelled the new wig for the camera. Little did the Amazon realise - she was now in the hands of a monster Sorceress, who would soon remove all traces of her former personality starting with her body by replacing her lovely tanned skin with something awful like the gleaming yellowed starlet in front of her. The interview abruptly finished when the sleek presenter unlaced her tight black vlatex corset dress thing, crouched low and mashed her glistening new yellow latex pussy into the mouth of her interviewee. Noisy slurping could be heard by the millions of viewers as the folds of soft rubber that was her pussy were eaten out thoroughly.
Fetishgirl looked hungrily around, up at her crew, then over at the forbidding figure of Zorelle. Her own ecstasy increased, licking hungrily and then sucking on the latex microphone, her moans and slurps echoing amplified around the room. One hand held Wondies' sticky latex covered skull tight against her sex, the other grasped the bell-bottomed end of the dildo mike. God, she thought, am I really doing this? Out of the corner of her eye she could see Zorelle standing up, and for some reason this redoubled her arousal. The mike slipped into her throat, just as Wondies' helpless tongue flicked across Fetishgirls brand new, super stretchy yellow latex anus, untouched by human tongue.
Climax was very near. She could feel her leg muscles cramping. She could sense Zorelle standing right behind her but did not care anymore. She was on the threshold of the biggest orgasm of her life and as she came to the crest of the wave she threw her head back screamed around the microphone at the viewers. Her pupils dilated but her eyes opened wide as she looked up to see Zorelles booted foot descending at her face, looming large in her vision. The dildo mike was pushed all the way down her throat, silencing her moans instantly with a sudden 'ulp' and a single whoosh of breath forced out through her nostrils. Quivering, shaking, she fell away from Wondies' mouth and splayed out helpless on the foor to finish her come without her precious air. Her oversexed body would allow her to do nothing else but finish what she started. It must have only been a few seconds, but it was all on camera; she came around to focus on a closeup view of Zorelle's boot.
Quickly, oblivious to the fact that she was not breathing anymore, FetishGirl staggered to her feet, trying to produce some kind of passable 'parade rest' in front of the sorceress. She started to speak, completely forgetting the heavy latex cock in her mouth. Zorelle held up a long-nailed finger.
"Hush, my sweet canary girl" said the queen. "That's a nice outfit you are there."
"Excuse me ma'am," said the TV director, "Don't you mean 'That's a nice outfit you have there?'"
Zorelle looked over her shoulder at him, her every move watched by the nervous FetishGirl. While the queen was looking at the camera and smiling lop-sidedly over her shoulder, her hand was tracing up FetishGirl's arm, up her neck, to the protruding end of the cock-mike.
"I know exactly what I mean, thankyou" said Zorelle, and pulled out the small plug in the end of the microphone.
Fetishgirl looked down in shock as a high-pitched hiss issued from the revealed hole. She felt dizzy - the room was spinning- no, she was spinning. Falling to the floor as the air left her transfomed body, folds of yellow latex curlng up on one another, slipping out of the black corset-dress, helpless hands flattening out as Zorelle's final deal with the TV station recorded her fate as just another costume - albeit an exceptionally detailed one - for the Queen's wardrobe.
After that finale Wonda Woman's lid was lowered back into place and she was once again deprived of sight and sound as darkness enveloped her. Outside, the TV station played an ad break about some new life-sized sex dolls on the market and a replacement Fetishgirl was being congratulated on her interview and prepared for her next show, a tour of a milking factory.
A neat yellow costume was slid onto a hanger in Zorelles wardrobe.
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Soon the less restrictingly bound staff of the castle discovered she was trapped in the floor. Diana quickly became the castle pussy-eater. Fully controlled by the pleasuring spell Zorelle had put on her lips, Wonda Woman was given no food other than pussy juice and the occasional indulgent spurt of high-protein semen from a lucky envoy.
Even a lowly rubbermaid made use of her invitingly presented food entrance. The glossy servant could not bend her ballet booted legs and took some effort to get into a spread out, somewhat rigid seated position on the floor. Using her hands on the back of Wondies head, the maid guided the Amazons hungry mouth so that she would feed ravenously on the glisteningly presented rubber sex. The maids pussy already dribbled with what was to be the ensconced heroines liquid lunch, and the rubbermaid sat for an hour with her straight legs splayed wide and Dianas face buried deep in her crotch. Wonda Woman could not help but get an intimate, closeup view of the smothering vlatex folds as her entire face was brought into play, the maid rubbing with such strength against her from chin to forehead and back again that the engorged shiny pussy lips stayed parted, one sliding over the left side of Lindas face and the other over the right.
On her fifth day, just as she was getting used to the taste of her feeding sessions, her imprisoning apparel was deflated and she was released by two strangely dressed nurses who were catsuited to the eyelids in white and baby blue vinyl. They were from the Asylum, a state-run mental facility now under the control of Zorelle. It was the first time Wonda Woman had seen the recently adopted travel uniform of the Asylum nurses and she marvelled at the lack of seams and impossible constriction of the heavy duty garments. The nurses strapped Diana tightly to a medical stretcher using an intricate network of interlaced leather straps and re-inflated her to ensure complete unity with the trolley. In this form she was transported without even the hint of a struggle to the secretive complex.
Wonda Womans time in the Asylum was awful. First her breasts were naturally enlarged to grand proportions, then artificially augmented by the insertion of huge kryptonite- silicone implants. Her eyes turned a bright glowing green almost immediately as the foreign substance permeated her body. Her fingernails and toenails turned the same artificial hue but the rest of her body showed no visible signs of the contaminant that would run through her veins forever. Trapped in the stasis field of the auto-do cubicle, her skin molecules turned completely to impermeable rubber. Her skin was replaced with a new permanent uniform, a head-to-toe stars and stripes catsuit made from very tightly polished latex. She would shower in it, sleep in it, wear ever more restrictive clothes over it - it would be with her for the rest of her life.
Huge cow-udder teats as long as her hand protruded obscenely from her glistening bosom, and thanks to a tiny slow release hormone capsule injected invisibly into her neck, she was already dribbling a light green milk from each teat. Her fingers were blended seamlessly together to form single paddle hands and her feet were stiffened into painfully arched ballet boots that she would have to wear to bed for there was no way to take her own feet off! True to Zorelles orders, parts of her brain were adjusted and remodelled to prepare her for her new life. The real Wonda Woman was locked away in a section of her mind where she could only feel and observe while the rest of her was made as obedient as a lapdog.
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Gongs announced the arrival of the new slave for the Queens audience. Zorelle gazed lovingly over her very own rubberised Amazon. The wide-eyed, surprised looking creature squeaked as she approached because her muscly, latex resurfaced curves were additionally squeezed into a billowing vlatex ballroom dress, an impractical garment the warrior would have refused to wear in the past. The heavy gown had been designed in an old world style except for two small circular buckled openings at the bosom. Through these openings squeezed Wondies new matronly milkers, impressive in their girth. Zorelle wanted the slaves freakish modifications presented to the watching kingdom at all times, even if it meant constant discomfort for the redesigned superheroine. The shiny dress too had Dianas familiar stars and stripes design all over it to ensure that everyone knew who the gorgeous wearer was. Zorelle cupped a hefty breast in each hand and rubbed until the nipples extended to their full length.
Welcome to my nursery Wondertits! There, give Mistress a smile - you should be very happy here now that you are my pet! You are the nursemaid from my wettest of wet dreams. You exist only to control Superbaby now - your special milk is going to be her downfall
Wonda Woman inside recoiled in horror, realising she would be instrumental in the destruction of her best friend. Outwardly Wondertits however showed no negative emotions of any kind - her new body flushed with helpless pleasure at the thought of her nipples being suckled. Her time at the Asylum had been a success. She would not only willingly feed baby Linda, but she would design ever more humiliating costumes for her weakening charge as she forced the captive heroine towards total helplessness.
The folds of her gown rustled softly as Wondertits climbed the low fence of the playpen as she had done in a different form just a short time ago. She disconnected the feeding tube from the mouth-flange of the foetal adult baby and replaced it with the left udder from her magnificent star- spangled bosom. Superbaby resignedly accepted the nipple and fed on it with spell induced gusto, her strong suction stretching the coated flesh to twice its extraordinary length. Soon the attenuated udder had slipped through her tonsils to nestle deep down her throat, spraying the doubly potent strength-sapping milk almost directly into her stomach.
In her mind, the real Wonda Woman watched and tore impotently at her unbreakable mental bondage. She was a new creature now - Lindas giant kryptonite wet-nurse - and could never have a will of her own again. While her slurping charge was feeding, Wondertits gazed down over her degrading body. Beneath the matchingly designed and polished dress she wore, Tits knew she still had her rubber stars and stripes uniform-skin. She knew it would always sparkle with the same pretty, shiny finish that her protruding breasts had if it were exposed to the unnatural light of the castle. It was almost as if she was coated by a thin sheen of sweat, but she understood she would never feel the luxury of perspiration again. She ran a useless hand around a bizarre latex teat on her glistening bosom to see yet again if it was real. She loved her remodelled titties. She hoped that Zorelle would someday make her udders long enough to tie together in a bow, albeit a slightly painful one.
She cuddled her arms around Lindas frilled head and looked down into terrified eyes.
Look at the wonderful changes they made to me in the Asylum, Superbabe - these huge rubber tits of mine are designed especially for feeding you! I am now Zorelles very own sex-pet and she says that you are going to be mine for a long time.....delicious! They fixed my mind to force me to like it, and I do! Now I am a complete submissive although I can be a domina where required, especially for you. If youre looking for the old Diana, shes still in here somewhere but she will never get out. Right now I have her wearing a stainless steel block from the neck down, but even if she somehow - impossibly - got free it would take a million years for her to reverse the programming done to me
-- Stadium babification
Of course the public had a ringside seat as the former Amazon gave Superbabe a disciplinary spanking, strapped down over Wondies lap on a chair, wearing adult sized frilled baby spanking pants that left the bottom covered by just a condom- thin yet impervious layer of latex. Linda actually cried when she saw the tiers of free public seating in the stadium - a latex bonnet, zipped closed down the front and inflated had kept her surroundings hidden for the preparation of the show - a show she would repeat all day every day for two weeks. The public loved the spectacle, or at least pretended to like it so that the secret police didnt get them. With each thwack of her nursemaids gloved hand, Superbaby wriggled her ruffled, vlatex-dipped feet as if she was trying impossibly to slip the tight socks from her body. Her frilled tootsies were as much in bondage as the rest of her.
Often, while wearing a transparent full body diaper, a costume with frills in every conceivable place, Supergrrl would be magically induced (on close-up camera) to simultaneously suck her thumb and soil herself. Her ever-attendant nurse would strap her to a puffed pink rubber table, clean the helpless heroines bottom and give her a humiliating glossy bright blue diaper change. Copious kryptonite milk breast feeding was the climax of the show as Linda sat buckled in a papoose bag and high chair affair. Her pitifully brainwashed nurse was using a breastfeeding regime designed to enslave and Superbabe could feel herself succumbing ever so slowly to the physical and mental pressure of being reduced to an adult baby in front of the public who had once adored her.
--
Months later....in the throne room of the royal castle a shackled heroine dressed once again in her Supergrrl costume stands before a haughty sorceress queen:
At Zorelles magical coercion, the distressed heroine jerked like a puppet involuntarily forward with a jingle of her chains. Thankfully Princess Linda no longer wore her strength-sapping green babysuit; in another room an unidentified rubber woman was being forced to keep that discarded outfit warm in a high chair bolted to the bottom of a large aquarium full of gradually hardening and pressurised clear latex.
Linda had been fed enough green water to render her harmless for an extended period, allowing her to be safely handled.
Supergrrls domineering mistress Wondertits had been relieved of her duties as wet nurse and was using her impervious skin to advantage as she crawled enthusiastically around with bright yellow Fetishgirl in a glass-walled playpen of thick semen for yet another segment of real rubber TV. Her again- extended nipples were bound together in a cute little bow just as she had begged them to be. Linda on the other hand had been cleaned up and her old-style yet new lycra Supergrrl costume gleamed uncharacteristically in the torchlight, for it was not lycra at all - it had been changed into a parody of shiny red and blue vlatex. Dozens of bright silver buckles notched to their tightest settings were strategically placed in the garment, down the small of her back, at her wrists, between her thighs and at her neck. Her curves were accentuated by the long sleeved cheerleaders dress, nipping her natural hourglass waist into almost nothing. In new subtle ways the Sorceress was emphasising how much power she had over the woman of steel.
Linda had spent the last few weeks wearing a full body version of her latex diaper which sealed at the throat, wrists and ankles. The gallons of Kryptonite spiked water they had been making her drink had soon filled it to bursting point as she lay in hospital restraints in her special adult crib in a huge glass display case in her old room at the castle. When the green mineral had invaded every cell of the Princesss body and sapped her strength to a level where she could be handled safely for a known period, it was possible to release her restraints and put her on public display in her crib. Tens of thousands of her previously loyal subjects filed silently through the castle for a look at the fate of their Princess. There Supergrrl lay, in her frilly, humiliatingly full baby costume, sucking her thumbs at all times when her mouth wasnt stuffed with her nurses squeaky teat, surrounded by little pink rubber dolls and inflated rubber toys that had been specially crafted from soldiers of her defeated army.
There in the throne room, with no energy reserves at all and standing weakly in front of her captor, she could do nothing but be a fetish marionette. Zorelle clawed the air in front of her and Supergrrl's barely-worn vlatex super costume was torn from her by invisible hands. Outfits could be created or destroyed in the blink of an eye; the new queen demonstrated this often unless she wanted to observe her victim being reduced to helplessness slowly.
The evil woman murmured a single word and the nude princess was instantly clothed again, this time as a military issue concubine. The full-length catsuit was made of black patent leather, doubly stitched for strength, joined to a tight chrome collar at the neck, and to closely fitting metal manacles at both her wrists and ankles. The skin-tight outfit had oval holes for her attractive breasts, which had always defied the light gravity in a remarkable way, and a thin slot between her legs which opened to a mass of blonde pubic hair when she parted her legs. The suit glowed with minute quantities of kryptonite powder for added safety, enough to render the girl powerless against bonds that she would ordinarily laugh at, and the boning from the corset-like waist of the catsuit were made from a cage of Kryptonite fibres embedded between the layers of leather.
The evil queen was emphasising her control. The suit did not have any zips or lacings, and appeared to have been sprayed on....so even if she had a little energy to spare from the task of breathing, Supergrrl could not entertain the thought of struggling free of the humiliating costume - she would require cutting tools and help. She fell to her hands and knees and a jewelled posture collar was slotted around her throat along with a leash. Zorelle slid her fingers over the taut costume of her deliciously helpless new pet.
Maids! I want our captive to spend the night wrapped in a krypton-plaster cast - over the top of her new finery, of course! Oh! - make sure you leave her breasts free of the plaster - I will be along later to connect her up to the milking machine.
She ruffled the hair of her captive heroine and snibbed the end of Lindas leash to the single D-ring at the back of a waiting transport maid. The maid wore the standard stiff vlatex maids costume, but her black rubber coated arms had been fused together behind her in a permanent arm binder. The snugly moulded addition mated her two limbs neatly into one, flowing in a smooth unbroken line from the shoulders to where her fingertips had been, terminating in a large ring designed for carting various trolleys and suitably helpless prisoners throughout the castle. Transport maids never regained the use of their arms and were deemed fortunate to retain them at all.
I have sooo many experiments for you to try my dangerous little pet - Im sure I can relieve you permanently of that super strength soon....I will find out how to transfer it to my body!.
--
The transport maid dragged her weakly resisting charge away and the other maids followed to begin wrapping Supergrrl in her full body cast for the night. Zorelle knew her staff would have had the newly installed castle milking machine ready warming - a luckless individual had been installed in it every night since its arrival. The recently created machines were hardly different than those used for cows, but were designed to be quite a pleasurable experience - once the hormone-induced milk started flowing, of course. The slurping cups could be excruciatingly painful until the first droplets of product appeared.
Zorelle had quite a taste for human milk and had wasted no time in starting a large dairy factory where row after row of rubber cocooned milk maids hung in tiny hay lined stalls, quietly feeding the populace with their massively enhanced mammary glands. They never made contact with the hay in their stalls. The black and white cow-patterned podlike costumes stretched the fully enclosed maids taut by the hands and feet and angled their dappled bodies a foot above the ground to an optimal forty-seven degrees for milking. A polished brown leather collar with a large attached cow bell provided an attractive contrast against the crash-test dummy colours of the amorphous hood that joined the costume.
Once squeezed into a tiny milk maid skin and incarcerated in the factory there was little chance of release, for Zorelle had decreed that the dairy be a one way trip. Unless there were other plans for them, the milk maids passed through an induction programme which removed their capacity to concentrate on anything but muscle control for milk production.
Men did not escape their duties either, for it took just one extra day for the hormones to turn a man into a large breasted, fully functional milk producer. Zorelle soon discovered that the hapless males produced stronger milk than the females, so not only were their fat breasts milked, but she had the mostly feminised creatures milked between the legs as well to add to the feed of the cows and pass on some of their potency.
The brain re-arrangement of the producers did not seem to stop the milkmaids that were predisposed to misbehaviour. The worst would wait patiently until they heard the muffled voices of the attendants nearby and kick wildly the moment they felt any of their connecting tubes being handled, sometimes even dislodging the milking cups from their constantly spurting nipples.
These recalcitrant milkers were given no chances. Disconnected from the hooks stretching their pods, they would be unceremoniously fed into a chute to the loosely named Battery Section of the factory. There they were given a dose of potion that retracted their arms and legs into their bodies while moving all of the extra body mass to their already enormous tits. An appropriately smaller latex sheath became the new attire of the compact milkers, leaving no evidence of limbs that had once existed. They were lifted easily by machinery and hooked to their straining bars. The cows were strained so close together in the battery section that each rubbed her armless latex shoulders against her neighbour.
Their distorted, efficient torsos shuddered from the strong vibrations of the continuous milking process, causing their super-stretched rubber coatings to squeak disagreeably. The Battery Milking section was always quite noisy and not a favourite of the dairy staff, even though its occupants were zero maintenance - completely controlled and enhanced by automatic machines from the moment they arrived in the chute.
Some of the battery milkers were assigned calves. The calves were freshly recruited women who were slightly underweight and therefore not immediately suitable for milking. The slim ladies were clad in the same tight shiny cowsuits, but these simple black and white mottled catsuits also had useless silver metal hooves at the wrists and ankles to emphasize what they were going to become. Soon they would be animals, both physically and mentally. The striking feminine bovines fought the irresistible compulsion to suckle the presented teats of their food producers but such efforts did not last long. Soon all of them were enthusiastically feeding on the heady mix of human breast milk and narcotic growth hormones that would turn them into real doe-eyed milkmaids. Spells doubled the strength of their mouth suction by copying the efficient lip and throat action of a real calf.
The wine cellar
Humming happily to herself, Zorelle headed down to her wine cellar to choose something fruity to go with the evenings meal. As expected of an evil dictatress, her cellar was huge, with hundreds of barrels of surprising, exquisite liquor stretching away into the cool darkness. The quantity was not the surprising part. Each barrel contained the armless and legless torso of a rubberised woman, stasis-spelled and pressurised into complete immobility. The entombed females were nursing the precious fluid surrounding their warm vlatex bodies to maturity - a process which could take hundreds of years.
The only visible remaining part of these silent helpers was a rigid, glossy rubber face protruding from the sealed rubber end of each barrel, heads bent achingly back so they looked straight ahead as the barrels lay naturally on their curved front. The barrel girls expressions were fixed for eternity, their eyes mostly bonded in widely fixed stares - the whites of their eyes contrasting dramatically against their glossy black vlatex faces. Row after row of beseeching eyes could be seen dotting the wall of neatly stacked barrels that stretched away into the darkness.
Some of the older barrel girls had been lucky enough to retain their own lips, albeit rubber coated and heavily gagged, for they had a tap below the point where their chin would have been from where the wine could be sampled. Zorelle had soon tired of this wasted opportunity. She found it more aesthetically pleasing to have a tap protruding directly from the rubber lips and to modify the internal plumbing. Having eyes fixed wide open could be quite traumatic for newly converted barrel girls, for over the months and years they saw many cellar rats crawling between the barrels, and often had large spiders making their webs over their rubber faces.
Zorelle had been collecting and barrelling vintages since her first year of exile, making up the contents with enemies and agents who had been sent to keep an eye on her. Each spy had no choice but to continue her watching job, but from the discomfort of her own personal barrel. Zorelle didnt care much who she barrelled these days, but she had added some fun to the process. Often she would just seize the first person who happened by, sheath and change him/her into a high-heeled, armless vlatex doll, and make the bizarre figure stomp her own grapes before conversion into a new addition to the cellar.
Zorelle made a gift of five barrel girls to her new senior minister Lord Eccles, one of whom was his freshly tap-mouthed ex-wife, barrelled without his knowledge for they had separated on bad terms. Eccles graciously accepted the gifts and dutifully placed them on stands in his entertaining room where they could be the subjects of interest and humiliation by guests.
His current wife Belle took an instant dislike to the pretty rubber faces with their darting eyes and gave such a tantrum when she found out who the centre pink beribboned barrel contained that Eccles finally gave in to her smug demands. He called in a service unit, and had it seal over the barrel girls faces with an extra flat layer of vlatex so as to render them forever blind and smoothly expressionless. Belle gloated on her control over her man as she slid her fingers over the polished hard rubbery curves that hid the face of the woman she had replaced a few years ago. She had won again.
Little did she know, but in six months time she would give her last ever tantrum. It was to be a silly yet common incident where she demanded that her Lord stop seeing his brother because she was jealous of his wifes excellent sense of humour. Sure enough, the next day she found herself sheathed in armless vlatex, tap-mouthed in readiness and walking her six inch booted feet in a circle through the grapes she would accompany in her barrel..
Belle woke up in bed feeling very strange. Something was wrong with her eyes. She couldnt blink properly. Her skin was tingling with an unusual pressure from all directions. Must be another hangover she thought, trying to push herself to a sitting position and rub her eyes. Her arms positively refused to answer so she twisted her legs and rolled over onto her back near the edge of the bed. I ought to remember not to sleep on my hands next time Belle thought groggily. Ow! her neck was so stiff she couldnt turn her head.
She gyrated to a seating position and caught her reflection in the mirror, gasping with horror - or she would have gasped if the tap wasnt where her mouth used to be. Her entire body had been coated - dipped in black vlatex, and her arms were missing, her glossy shoulders showing no evidence of where limbs had been attached just hours before. Ballet booted feet tapered endlessly away from her as she lifted her foot into her field of vision. She knew exactly what it meant. She was going to be a barrel girl! What had she done to deserve this? She raced to the door of the bedroom, but it was solidly closed. Without hands, turning the round doorknob was an impossibility. She threw her latex self down on the pink satin sheets and sobbed - or tried to sob, but her mouth tap was in the off position and all that came out was a few horselike snorts from her nostrils.
Lord Eccles opened the door and looked down over the shiny black vlatex creature. His latest spouse lay face down on the bed making funny noises, the ebony darkness of Belles artificial skin framed beautifully by the contrasting masses of pink satin sheets. The doll on the bed had been his wife just twelve hours earlier and he felt a twinge of regret. It was too late to abort the process so he pressed on. He rolled her over and her tear reddened eyes immediately blazed with hatred.
Ah! Merciful silence! You look much better in this form dear wife - Im almost tempted to keep you like this....but I cannot. The spell has more work to do on you and I have to decide what to fill you with. The grapes are good for an excellent Cabernet vintage this year. You look so stiff! Permit me to examine you with my hands - after all, you can do so no longer! he laughed, skating his fingertips over every inch of her surprisingly sensitive frictionless body, marvelling at the workmanship that Zorelle had described in her magic potion - the same potion that Belle had quaffed in her wine the evening before.
Belle spent the whole of the day automatically walking around in circles in her grape crushing half-barrel, often stumbling into the rich red grape mash, coating her flawless waterproof rubber body in juice. When she had filled a large tank with her forced stomping, the juice had a fermenting culture added and it was again mixed. Lord Eccles reached over the edge of the stomping barrel and grasped hold of his soon to be ex- wifes mouth tap, pulling her to face him.
Now comes the moment of truth - time for you to make your dramatic departure from the real world, my dear. he murmured, again with a hint of sadness. I hope that my next wife marries me for love instead of money or power. But I really didnt mind that so much. You had to be such a bitch on top of it all, didnt you? Youll have plenty of time to reflect on your foolishness Belle, at least while you still have your mind, that is! Such a waste of one of the sexiest women around too.
He opened her mouth tap and she immediately felt a sensation of falling towards the ground, down towards the pool of unused juice about her ankles. Her beautiful legs were getting shorter! In seconds they were completely retracted such that just two vlatex ankle boots protruded from her hips where her legs had been. They quickly disappeared altogether and unbalanced, Belle toppled flat onto her back in the ruby fluid. She had become a rubberised torso of herself, limbless and helpless as a newborn baby.
A tube from the fermenting tank was connected to her facial tap and without further ado the tanks contents were hosed into Belles mouth. As the fluid was pumped in, a second layer of the skin on her torso parted and expanded like a balloon, rounding into a barrel shape and forcing her head to arch back and become the front end of the container. They stood her new rigid vlatex form upright on its circular bottom and Belle could feel the cool liquid streaming down the front of her glossy internal breasts and the pressure building up. The tank filled and she could feel her thoughts blending with the young wine. Lady Belle had been turned into a barrel girl. As a barrel girl, she was labelled clearly and given pride of place in the entertaining room for a few weeks before her face was sealed over just as she had ordered done to her compatriots beside her.
Brushing cobwebs aside to peer at labels, Queen Zorelle always found it difficult to choose a vintage, but settled on the barrel that contained the first boyfriend who had ever dumped her. She waved at a shapely drink-maid who scurried over and connected her rubber mouth flange to the end of the tap protruding from the barrels feminine glossy pouting lips. There was a brief hiss of escaping air as the seal was made good and Zorelle turned the tap, allowing dark red wine to flow steadily into the drink maids breast tanks, expanding her rubber bosom to massive proportions.
The evil queen briefly toyed with the idea of giving the drink maids their arms back so she wouldnt have to do the menial task of connecting the seals herself, but no, she enjoyed the selection process and the look of horror on the faces of both unwilling participants enormously. The drink maids always panicked when their breasts expanded so much that they thought they would burst or fall over - walking was difficult enough already on ballet booted rubber legs without ten litres of wine to carry - and the barrel girls were horrified too, because they all knew that their amount of retained humanity was directly proportional to the amount of wine they nursed inside their rubber forms, almost as if their intelligence was stored in the wine itself. And so it was. With each glass, the best of their thoughts and knowledge were being transferred forever to Zorelles expanding mind. Empty or near-empty barrel girls watched the world with vacant stares and no recollection of who they once had been.
Zorelle had all their memories, and even used this information to seize and barrel whole groups of friends. While this was a terrible loss, memories sometimes gave the Sorceress temporary feelings. After one such drinking bout she cast a spell to remove all disease and illness from the Kingdom. Nobody would get sick again and could be assured of living to a ripe old age unless they were naturally selected to be used by the new queen as a toy.
-- Linda the spectator.
Queen Zorelle, leader of the victorious army ran her sleek gloved hand over the hardened white plaster figure of a completely encased Princess Linda, now set solid on all fours, her plaster knees and palms supporting her weight on the floor, with her enlarged heavy breasts hanging exposed below to be swallowed by the vacuum milking cups of the Auto-Milk machine. By casting a strong motherhood spell, Zorelle had extracted hundreds of litres of super milk from Lindas enchanted bust and quite enjoyed it on her breakfast each morning. The spell was only temporary and would return her bosom to normal size within a few days, but inside her dark stiffened shell Linda was wondering if she would have to carry the huge breasts around forever. Zorelle pointed at the white figure.
"Okay maids, I want our princess to be able to see whats going on again. Cut her out and put her in slave girl restraint.....with the usual trimmings of course so she can't move."
Linda was relieved of her plaster layer and inner concubine catsuit with a diamond saw, and struggled into a similar tight fitting leather jumpsuit-like outfit that had been dampened in preparation for the dressing. The black one-piece garment had ridiculously long straight jacket sleeves and was so snug a fit that she could barely move. It had a high, restrictive buckling collar and an attached kidskin facial hood that was so tight that you could perhaps tell who was beneath it. Embedded in the suit at the groin were two dildos pointing inward; one large one which was slid up her sex, and another smaller one which was pushed up her rear. Both dildos were hollow, which allowed her to answer the calls of nature when she needed to, but they could also be unscrewed from their position and replaced with any of the torture devices the evil sorceress had developed for those openings.
The moist straight jacket section of the costume was securely laced up the back with steel wire from the small of her back to the top of her head by a specially designed binding machine and welded together, leaving poor Linda struggling for breath, her head hidden beneath the amorphous mask. Both of her hands were laced tightly into the mittened sleeves of the garment; one ended in a buckle, and the other, a strap. Two female guards took hold of her damp, leather enclosed arms, wrapped them snugly around her body so that she was tightly hugging herself, and buckled them firmly in position against her torso. Her buckled cradling arms lifted her compressed bosom so that the suit clearly showed imprints of her nipples in the fabric.
Next came a pair of similarly wet thigh length leather boots raised on six-inch stiletto heels. They were laced up so snugly that she could not bend her knees at all.
"Lock her in the drying room" ordered Zorelle.
The drying room was a large padded cell with a huge fan at one end blowing hot air through it. No matter where a person was in the room, their clothes would be dried by the fan. After a short while in the room, Linda's garment began to shrink and stiffen as it dried.
When the room was opened up the next morning. Linda lay gasping for water, on the floor in her new rock hard leather skin. She could be left in the suit indefinitely, and there was absolutely no possibility of escape from it without help.
After giving her a great deal of water to drink and attending to her toilet needs, a guard snapped a collar and leash around the leather coated princess' throat and pulled her roughly to her feet. Hobbling along as best as she was able in very tiny steps, she was led back into the main anteroom where Queen Zorelle sat. The captive princess' stiffened leather sheathed legs were lowered down into two fresh holes in the floor facing the throne. Her feet were locked in place from beneath the floor so that she remained fixed with her waist at floor level. To an observer it would appear as though she had no legs at all. Laces were released to expose her face, and a harness of straps and hooks was placed over her head which pulled apart her upper and lower jaws to keep her mouth open wide, rendering intelligible speech impossible.
Zorelle clicked her fingers and Linda's friend Cynthia was brought out. She had been stripped of her leather hobble sheath gown they originally dressed her in and shaved from scalp to toe. With her hands converted into useless blunt ended appendages by tight leather mittens, Cynthia had been teetering from one mind-numbing punishment to another for the last month. She stood struggling between two guards, her lips protruding unnaturally over the large red ball gag she had in her mouth, the straps for which dug deeply into her cheeks. The gag and straps were part of a modified horses bridle that she had strapped around her head, which had the added effect of sealing her deeply packed ears from the outside world. Another array of snug straps around her hips and lower torso held a similar-sized red ball wedged up her pussy.
The dark queen turned to Linda, "I am so used to having her around to play with, I have decided to make Cynthia a permanent fixture, to serve me here as a piece of practical art. She will become a living mannequin, to join the others already being used by my seamstresses in the bondage clothing workshops. She could survive up to ten or fifteen years once painted with our special lacquer. The meticulously tested formula cannot be removed once applied - it's permanent" laughed Zorelle. She picked up a large heavy tin and a brush. "Let's begin shall we?"
Chains and metal cuffs were locked on Cynthia's hands and feet. The chains pulled taut so that she was raised upright above the ground in a spread-eagled position. Stepping forward, Zorelle dipped her brush in the glutinous liquid, and began liberally painting all over Cynthia's trembling body, with the exception of her sex. The lacquer dried very quickly, and Cynthia's struggles became less effective as her skin began to harden and appear glassy. Zorelle painted Cynthia's face and smooth hairless head too, her buttock- length black hair many days gone. Even the poor girl's eyelids were lacquered rigidly and permanently open, her eyes magically modified as an afterthought to retain a the wide stare of a frightened animal.
When Cynthia was immobilised, the shackles and harnessing straps had to be removed so that the areas they covered could be painted also. With sucking noises, the two red balls were extracted from her, one from her puckered mouth and one from her pussy. She stood there stiffly like a scarecrow, with her legs and arms widely outstretched while the evil queen painted her some more.
Linda watched from her position in the floor in powerless horror as her friend became a glistening hardened statue. Even though the coated girl was obviously never going to move again, Zorelle continued to apply coats of lacquer to her captive until the large tin was empty.
The dressmaker's dummy that was once Cynthia had an open circular mouth through which a feeding tube of life giving soft food and nutrients would be inserted once a day. She could not speak because her tongue and voice box had been swiftly removed when she was first captured, but her breathing was ragged as if she was trying to warn Linda of her fate in Zorelles hands. The sorceress demonstrated how tubes could be inserted between Cynthias legs to collect her waste products and even force fed back into her using small pumps if she had to be punished....not that she could possibly disobey anything now - but Zorelle would think of something. The only movement possible in the lacquer doll was a pair of tearful eyes, forever open and moving and watching. She was propped up against a wall behind the throne with all tubes connected in place.
Oh, dont worry, Cynthia dear....after a few weeks as a mannequin youll really start to believe you are one....and after a month or two youll have trouble remembering your own name.....most of my dummies cant even remember they had names at all! Believe me, there is no return from that state, my pretty one.
I once lacquered a very pretty explosives scientist, but after three months the lacquer broke down and I thought she would need an immediate re-coat. Not so! She was already long gone into mannequin-land. She really thought she was one - didnt move, couldnt remember how to talk properly or even think straight. I had to dip her in flexible stiff vinyl to make her look and feel like a dolly again just like she wanted. She actually begged me to!
Since the cost of supplying feed to all 'tubed' captives added up, Zorelle usually cast a stasis spell on them, especially after the novelty of feeding them their own waste products wore off. The Cynthia doll was so modified three months later. This meant that she could not die from starvation or any other ailment such as lack of oxygen as long as she was being sustained magically.
Much later, when Zorelle grew tired of playing with her rigid life-sized doll, she slid Cynthia down on the top of a short pole on an ornate stand and fixed her in position. This made her into a more conventional mannequin, raised with just the tips of her toes touching her pedestal. Cynthia was used as an experimental bondage mannequin for a few years until the factory had a big cleanout, and she was moved into warehouse storage along with a half-dozen other dolls who had shared her original fate.
The Cynthia doll disappeared unnoticed one night, no doubt smuggled home by a lonely night watchman to brighten up his decor. Not that she cared who owned her anymore - she had long ago pushed the painfully unhappy memories of her past life from her mind and rollercoasted into a nicely maintainable empty-headed role. As long as she was kept on her lovely stand, Cynthia was content. Perhaps one day somebody would come to rescue her, but perhaps if she made an effort to stare blankly at the wall they would leave her be. Time would tell.
-- Easy chair
Lord Eccles looked down at the large, shiny black rubber easy chair Zorelle had given him. Apart from its voluptuous design and comfort additions, the chair looked no different in basic shape to a normal, plushly fitted easy chair. Only he knew the secret of its design. Somewhere deep inside the cushy vlatex padding was one of his ex-wives, forever transformed by her brief stint at a government furniture workshop. Eccles reached towards the centre of the seat where his buttocks would rest and grasped a little protruding rubber nub, almost invisible against the black material. He pulled on it, releasing a large round airtight seal of rubber about the size of a football to reveal the face of his ex-wife Natasha, beautifully formed in ebony vlatex, polished to make her glow. Her blue eyes blinked for a moment at the light and then begged at him while her circular fuck-me-doll mouth made a barely audible sexy moan.
The wide tubular armrests blended into the unit had perfectly rounded ends topped by forever erect nipples where the hands would rest. They simply looked like part of the design.
Eccles slid his soft gold vlatex pants down - part of his uniform of office - and pulled his huge erect manhood free. Lowering himself into his comfortable chair he guided his sex to the hilt in the warm inviting hidden opening, an orifice that had always been denied him during marriage. He picked up a remote and began to channel surf, unwinding from a busy day as his furniture started its automatic lubricated massage - a daily horror to the rubberized woman-thing within.
-- Plaster and cows
The next one of Linda's friends to be led out in front of her was Joanna, also naked. Joanna prided herself on her muscular physique and had been a runner for Supergrrls messages during the war.
"Ah Joanna....put her in one of our new inflatable rubber suits, ready to be pressurised" ordered Zorelle.
After a brief dressing struggle Joanna was wearing the strange bulky black garment, enveloping her completely from head to toe with all the sealing zips locked closed. Her only links to the outside world were small breathing tubes in her nostrils, and the much larger ones forced into her mouth, cunt and rear. Once the enveloping costume was inflated, these tubes were designed to keep her body supplied with the minimum of life-giving essentials whilst removing any wastes she produced. The wearer could be enclosed indefinitely without need for removal.
Zorelle screwed a hose onto the valve at the very top of Joannas suit and with a little hiss of escaping gas, connected the other end of it to a nozzle on the wall. She turned on a tap and the pressure suit began to fill and expand steadily. But not with air. The substance that was inflating it was heavy, plainly a kind of paste. The rubber-sheathed creature was dragged like a giant bloated slug down onto the floor under the extra weight. Joannas arms were inexorably lifted out, away from her body as the pressure of the swollen suit gradually overcame her strength. Linda's worst suspicions were confirmed when a helper moved revealing a label on the pipe reading "Q.D.P."
"Yes, thats right, Joanna is to become one of my statues also, my dear" gloated Zorelle as she followed Linda's gaze. "A plaster one this time though. Once the suit has been completely inflated, Joanna will be compressed and immobilised inside. This Quick Drying Plaster should set in about ten minutes, and it will swell as it dries, compressing her with the pressure. The plaster also generates quite a lot of heat as it sets, which I am sure will be unpleasant for Joanna with the hot tight rubber against her skin."
When the suit had completely ballooned out, it become so heavy that it took four guards to lift the swollen captive to her feet and hold her in a standing position. By the time the pressure in the drum-stretched suit had reached 90 PSI according to the pressure gauge on the pipe, all movement from the girl within had ceased. The guards wobbled the sides of the suit to consolidate any tiny air bubbles and make them boil back up the filling tube, topped it up one final time and screw-capped the valve closed.
Zorelle waited patiently for fifteen minutes while the rubber and plaster encased girl hardened. She cut away the outer rubber layer to reveal a bulbous white plaster statue beneath. It had no features save several tubes that were hanging from the face and groin. The guards were instructed to carve a likeness of Joannas face on the head of the new plaster dummy and to dress it in fat rubber imitations of the clothes that Joanna was wearing when she was captured, including a rubber evening gown, rubber petticoat, rubber corset, and high heeled rubber lace-up boots. The dummy's shoed feet were set into a heavy plaster pedestal to prevent it from toppling over and then the dummy containing Joanna was slid over to rest beside the stiff lacquer mannequin and had its tubes connected to the pumps.
Zorelle laughed as she ran her hand down the back of the smooth white plaster head.
Ooh! Your athletes legs are so much more attractive now, messenger girl! Got any messages for me?. She put her ear to the mouth region of the silent statue as if listening for a voice. Dont fret gorgeous, since you cant see, hear, or speak, youll have even less time than the Cynthia mannequin to enjoy your old identity. Your mind will automatically adjust to the situation - trust me, it always happens that way. In no time at all youll believe you always were a plaster and latex mannequin. The most joyous part of your new life will be the feeding times, regardless of what we decide to pump in. Thats if I dont cast the stasis spell on all of you statues to save myself the trouble.
Linda tried to find a weak spot in her confinement but as she expected, there were none. Zorelle was neutralizing her enemies as quickly as she could, and Supergrrl was unable to save any of them, at least not yet. The evil sorceress had a complex about being overpowered in her sleep because it was then that magi were most vulnerable. She made an effort to ensure all non-believers were safely packaged....even a sorceress liked a good nights sleep.
Another former messenger, Lisa, was brought in and fastened by wrists and ankles to the vertical rack. She was very pale, freshly hairless, and looked somewhat relieved at being released from months as a stretched milk maid for the troops. The mass of black and white latex that had been her cloying sheath during milk production lay discarded on the floor. What Lisa currently thought of as her name, Daisy could be read in small lettering amongst the folds of mottled shiny rubber, and would soon be stretched larger than life across the back of her replacement Daisy in the dairy. Daisys relief did not last long.
I....I.. ..Moooooooo!.. ..oh....I.. ..MoooOOOooo! stammered Milkmaid Daisy, explaining that she would try to produce more milk next time. She looked around at her audience with big glazed brown eyes that had once been deep blue, and as she did so Supergrrl noticed that her cowgirl friend now sported little button-sized horns that were starting to grow from her temples. The forced induction programme at the dairy had left Lisa with a new name, a room temperature IQ and matching single-syllable vocabulary.
She had had few opportunities to exercise the latter from within her beautifully patterned kayak-shaped cocoon as she hung in her tiny cubicle at the dairy and had trouble mouthing the words even ungagged. The figure-hugging pod had always kept her perfectly silent, holding an expanded penis shaft down her throat that spurted slightly salty, liquid hormones into her stomach every hour, swiftly converting her into the huge-breasted human cow currently seen stretched out naked on Zorelles vertical rack.
In a flurry of activity, breathing tubes were placed in her nostrils, and a food tube sealed to her lips. Waste disposal tubes were inserted into her lower body in the same way the others had been. Once prepared, the guards proceeded to wrap every limb of her body tightly in rolls of slimy plaster impregnated gauze, the kind used to mend broken bones. But Daisy had no broken bones. Before long, she was encased from head to toe in a catsuit-like thin plaster body cast, which hampered any attempt at bending her limbs to any great degree. Her hands were balled into tight slimy white fists that were going to be of no use to her, wet or dry, and her spectacular milk-maid breasts were wrapped close to her chest by a cris- cross of plaster bandages, hampering her breathing.
While the plaster was still saturated, Daisy was released from the rack, completely encased in seamless white. Her slippery form with the protruding tubes slithered helplessly to the floor, trying to crawl on her knuckles and knees, completely disoriented by being unable to see or hear. The poor girl could not even recall what she had done wrong, for that information had once been stored in a thinking part of her brain which had been neatly erased during cow training. Daisy had little more intelligence than a real cow at her disposal.
Since the plaster was still freshly applied, she could still move in a limited fashion, but to no avail. This was not to be the extent of her confinement. The guards lifted Daisy to her feet again and held her already stiffening arms so that they crossed and cradled her generous bosom, pulling her legs together as though standing to attention. They attached the start of a large roll of the gauze to the back of her head and wrapped her from head to toe again, effectively mummifying her.
Her static plaster form was laid down on its back and left to dry until completely hard. During that time, the movements from within became less and less as the stiff wrappings shrank considerably. This made her fully prepared body so narrow that Linda imagined that her friend could not have fitted inside it at all. Zorelle assured the captive princess that Daisy was still quite alive by amplifying the sounds of her labored breathing for a moment. The plaster mummy was painted in an exquisite Egyptian style and placed under glass in the Royal Museum along with the rest of the historical Egyptian exhibit. Her feed tubes were connected out of sight of the patrons who would shuffle by day after day, remarking on the timeless beauty of the rigid painted mummy with the oversize breasts.
Back in the throne room, a serving girl teetered over to Zorelle with the queens afternoon coffee on a tray. The girl wore a completely clear plastic ballet boot costume that was laced from her toes to her nose, and the ensemble had special additions that ensured she kept her tightly stretched clothing on. Through the clear plastic covering the servants mouth it could be seen that her lips and artificially lengthened tongue had surgical eyelets added to them and were laced neatly together, sealing them closed both against and through the clear plastic. She wasnt planning to speak out of place anytime soon. A little ribbon with Tammy written on it hung from each plastic sheathed nipple. In a disastrous attempt to please her new employer the girl hurried a little, catching her heel on the edge of a rug and spilling a single drop of hot coffee on Zorelle. The evil queen exploded with rage and grabbed the clumsy girls hobbling chain and anchored it to the floor.
Clumsy wench! You could have burned me!
Zorelle produced a little vial marked plasticiser from her potions bag and dipped a tiny pin in it. The serving maids eyes widened and she trembled visibly with fear.
Hold still dear.....this wont hurt a bit she said as she pricked the tethered serving girl on the cheek, ending a half- hearted attempt to avoid the poison.
The most immediate change was that Tammy stopped moving the instant she was jabbed. After a moment a shine crept down the girls cheek as her skin and flesh became translucent, changing into some kind of artificial substance...seemingly a kind of plastic. Her head went misty and in moments had turned completely clear as the effect travelled down her neck. Her lithe shoulders and breasts hardened and became clear too as the change worked more rapidly. All Tammy could do was stand there as the plastic grew downwards, flowing down her flat stomach like water and making her legs crystal clear. Just as the plastic reached her toes Tammy felt a rush of panic and then nothing, as all consciousness left her forever. Zorelle quickly pressed the statues palms together in front of her as though in prayer and pushed it to a crouch. It had taken just a few seconds to transform clumsy serving girl Tammy into erotic plastic towel rail Tammy. Zorelle ordered the new furniture to be placed in the servants showers.
Of course, plastic Tammy had a trainer, Rosemary, who was ultimately responsible for the actions of her serving girls. Rosemary soon found herself naked, with the soles of her feet epoxied to the marble floor in the corner of the throne room. But nobody was ever naked long in Zorelles kingdom.
Nozzles and melting tanks were set up around her at all angles and she was sprayed with a continuous fine mist of bronze vlatex. She tried to scrape it off but it cured almost the instant it touched her skin. The sticky film could not be avoided no matter which way she twisted. For many hours, coat after rubber coat was applied to Rosemary, buffed and glossed to mirror perfection each time as the evil sorceress had requested. That evening Zorelle checked on what she planned to call her rubber statue corner. She found a finely polished bronze vlatex creature struggling fruitlessly against her new rigid rubbery sheath.
Rosemarys bronze hands had bonded to her bronze hips where she first tried to brush off the coating and they had stuck instantly. The vlatex-coated floor that blended seamlessly with her feet was now her pedestal. If she hadnt had a stasis spell cast on her she would long since have suffocated because her nose, mouth and head had been sealed over completely.
Since you cant train your own staff how to serve properly, perhaps you can teach yourself how to do this correctly - be my rubber statue snarled Zorelle, giving the quivering statue an exploratory push. As expected, the feminine rubber form toppled backwards a little before juddering upright again. This captive wasnt going anywhere soon either. The glistening bronze lips seemed to be trying to mouth words, but not a sound emerged from the airless voice box. The spray had hit so fast that even Rosemarys eyeballs had been coated while her eyelids were wide open in shock. Her sightless stare would probably outlast the flagstones she was mounted on.
-- Plastiskin
Medical science had invented a special kind of rubber skin, originally for the treatment of burns victims. It had the soft get supergloss consistency and strength of vlatex yet could supplant real skin if left pressed against living flesh for a period of around five minutes. It breathed like real skin, sinking into the body on a molecular level that made removal impossible. It could even be programmed to modify the wearing body to match pre-programmed specifications. It was great stuff for good, but a terrible blight in the wrong hands. Apart from allowing the material to be used in her hospitals, Zorelle often used it for permanent bondage of her prisoners, modifying them into new shapes and forms.
She thought up new uses for the substance daily. The sorceress had fashioned strong zips out of it using a mixture of plastiskin and real high impact plastic, and was eager to test it on a prisoner of war.
Rubbermaids brought out a rack containing a large number of the zips and a pretty blonde with her hair braided in a bun was wheeled into the room. Bridget had been running Linda's propaganda radio station during the war, and now she lay awake and aware yet heavily paralysed, strapped to a padded trolley like a mental patient. Zorelle pressed an adhesive zipper to the whimpering girl's mouth so that she would be able to be silenced or drugged when needed with the simple insertion of a ball or tablet and a quick closure of her mouth zip. She erased her eyelashes, placing two miniature zippers over Bridgets eyelids and zipping them shut, following the same pattern at the groin to leave the beauty with a tightly zippered pussy. Half a zip was put vertically up the middle of each breast, from waist to throat. This would facilitate both her tits being sealed together in the middle to form just one large breast for punishment.
Zippers were placed down her sides and arms and fingers to permit her arms to be anchored there as if at attention. Two zips were placed at the fronts and backs of each leg, and down either bum cheek. Rubbermaids joined them together to immobilise her totally. After twenty minutes, she was injected with an antidote to the sedative, but could only lie there struggling, completely zipped up in her own personal plastiskin sleeping bag. Bridget muffled a protest, her eyes sealed shut and struggling in vain to open. The sleeping bag was a permanent part of her new body.
--
Something Fishy Going On.
Plasti-skin was a recent medical breakthrough used mostly for plastic surgery. Once it was pressed against its recipient's body, it would become permanent and alive if not removed within five minutes. Despite the skin's capacity for good, Zorelle had found evil ways to make use of it. A few men who had been captured alive in the battle were shaved and forced to don anatomically-correct female plasti-skins that transformed their bodies completely on the outside. They were tortured and brainwashed until they had become submissive slave girls. The girls, often seen wearing heavily laced Edwardian gowns made from transparent plastic, were a relaxation for Zorelle when the stresses of her long days suppressing the kingdom got to her.
The next of Linda's friends to be punished was a proud Amazon called Melanie, who had been the princesses' chamber-maid and protector. Zorelle barked an order and a white vinyl nurse- nun, Sister Josephine from the Sisters of No Mercy bowed into the room with a swathe of shimmering garments made from plasti-skin on a silver tray.
The sister no longer wore her traditional black and white cloth medical habit, for it had been replaced with a tightly buckled white vinyl catsuit that hugged her curves leaving nothing to the imagination. The red cross of the catsuit was bright between her glistening snowy breasts, and her vow of silence was guaranteed by the attached skintight hood that left just the demure eyes and nose uncovered. Bulging plastic cheeks betrayed the huge expando-gag Sister Josephine wore beneath her enclosing regulation head gear, and the only sound she made was the rustle of her outfit and the click of her ten inch heels as her booted feet touched the stone floor with each dainty step.
The fabric between her thighs was so tight that it bisected her pussy into twin mounds, no doubt a punishment in itself when walking any distance. The Sisters of No Mercy had once been a charitable religious order before Zorelle had done an inspection. With the help of a few choice spells she added a No to the name plate on the front of the convent and converted the whole order into one that would worship her alone. The plastic nuns were compelled to do only her bidding - especially useful when medical procedures were required. The ridiculous heels were very difficult to balance on, so the sisters hardened feet were always clamped to the floor before a delicate operation.
Keeping Sister Josephine teetering patiently, the evil sorceress turned to look at Melanie who was laying nude on the cushions beside the throne. Under the effects of a compulsion spell, the bronzed Amazon had been helplessly frigging her drooling pussy with a colossal dildo for the last hour. The over-sexed figure nestled amongst the satin cushions shook as her pussy gripped the shaft in rhythmical spasms and another climax wracked her body.
Uhhh....please make it stop... ....ohhhhhhhh... ...uh... ...no more... ...uh... ...oooooo... ...cant think... ...mmmmmm... ...uh... ...not again... she cried as she watched her own hands slide the dildo almost lovingly home again.
Here we are Melanie dear, your new Plastiskin costume is ready. One more orgasm and you can stop your display for everyone here said Zorelle gesturing at the silver tray. This the reason why the Sisters were measuring you so minutely yesterday. Here, let me show it to you
Wearing her shoulder-length latex gloves and being careful not to touch it against her skin, Zorelle lifted the unusually crafted garment. It was shaped like a body length tube, beginning with a high collar, tapering to a large fish's tail at the bottom. The plasti-skin suit had scales all over it, and the mermaid's tail was connected where the feet would normally be. Melanies eyes widened but she did not even break her rhythm as her hungry hips demanded more upon more pleasure to feed the climax sweeping through her body yet again.
Smiling to herself, Zorelle halted the compulsion spell and had the guards hold the recuperating Melanie's arms at her sides and her feet together to a point. With haste, Zorelle shrugged the narrow outfit up the girls' body until the Amazon was completely enclosed and quite helpless - her arms were ensconced in the internal sleeves of the membrane. She sealed the neck and waited for the skin to set. Melanie the armless Mermaid flopped pathetically around on the floor for some time in an attempt to escape before she was permanently altered, but she did not succeed. Her arms had disappeared inside her scaly torso, and where her legs had been was now a big slithery tail.
Zorelle dragged her new mermaid over to a huge glass spa that she had had filled to near the brim with cool, sticky butter, which soon hardened. With some help from the guards, she threw Melanie over the rim, and the modified girl lay flat on the surface of the butter. Zorelle pushed her struggling form into the centre with scoops.
"Now for some light sport!" she laughed to Linda, who watched with revulsion at her servants plight. "Watch my new little mermaid swim!"
The butter began to melt from Melanie's body heat, and she started to sink into it. She thrashed about and managed to get to some slightly harder butter, but the heat from her exertions just made it melt faster. Soon the butter was melting faster than she could keep up with, and her tail sank in up to her waist. In a panic, she wriggled over to the edge of the glass tank and tried to flip her mermaid body over the two foot rim of the spa, but could not, since she no longer had any arms or legs. By kicking with her tail, the terrified mermaid managed to slow but not stop altogether her downward movement. Soon she had sunk to the point where all she could do was swim jerkily around in a small pool of her own melted butter, desperately trying to keep her head afloat.
She swallowed repeated mouthfuls of butter, and slowly her strength left her, until finally with a gurgling scream she sank below the surface and hung still - passing out from fear rather than lack of oxygen because Zorelle had cast a stasis spell on her long ago. The evil sorceress had the mermaid fished out and revived for transport to her new home at the city aquarium, where Melanie spent many of her subsequent days gracing a display stand inside a small glass tank wearing a full body, neck-to-toefin corset that left just the tip of her tail fins free.
Trudi and Pamela were identical twins. During the fall of the city they had answered a desperate knock on their door and found Melanie, very scared, on their step - she was on the wanted list. They looked after her and lay low for several days until a surprise raid netted the three of them. The sisters had no hope of release - aiding a wanted criminal was a serious offence - and their conversion to mermaids was swifter than Melanies had been.
Beginning life as the rubber ballet slippers they had been made to wear, the rubbery skin of the footwear curled up their nude bodies with the aid of Zorelles magic and had no five minute setting time like plastiskin did. Crazy with fear, the freshly created twin mermaids caused a wild scene in the throne room. The distressed women began thrashing their powerful tails in all directions, bowling over a number of the chambermaids who rushed to subdue them and even toppling a porcelain vase girl who shattered in a million pieces on the marble floor.
Eventually the sheer number of rubber-clad maids grasping them managed to hold the wriggling girls still. Long couches were wheeled from backstage of the throne room entertainment area and the mermaids were grasped by both arms and strapped down on them, right to the tips of their tails. An enclosing, muffling metal helmet, with a single blinking red light on the top was placed over the head of each fish-tailed girl and activated. All in the room watched the jiggling forms as their movements diminished and finally the light changed to green.
Two placid, well adjusted mermaids were released and handed a pile of shimmering green vlatex that turned out to be their costumes. They obediently helped to dress themselves, sliding their tails and upper bodies simultaneously through the single tiny opening down the back of the fully enclosing and heavily lubricated skinsuits, casting a spray of radiated green light across the room. Once the transformed girls had squirmed fully into their frictionless outfits, there was a hiss as all remaining air in the sheaths was expelled. The small slits up their glossy backs sealed shut and then disappeared without a trace as the enchanted costumes took over the packaging role.
The girls showed indifference as the airtight vlatex was suctioned against their faces, demonstrating the effectiveness of Zorelles stasis spells when breathing was impossible. The vacuum-sheathed kryptonite rubber mermaids flopped greasily around on the floor as Zorelle made them tiny. When they were a small proportion of their original size, the petite rubber creatures were doubled over and squeezed into globular bags made from the same everlasting green vlatex. The stretchy prisons were topped up with lubricant and then sealed closed, leaving two slightly transparent seamless soccer balls quivering and bucking on the floor as if they had a life of their own. The half fish half woman creatures tested the strength of their warm slippery homes by thrashing joyously around inside. The latex walls that enclosed them gave ground initially with each push, then sprang neatly back into place.
The jiggling globes were rolled over to where Linda watched powerlessly from her embedded floor position, still wearing her tightly stretched leather slave girl restraint. She struggled to free her arms from the stiffened leather sleeves of the straight jacket that cradled her leather covered bosom but the material was like sheet steel. The part of the costume covering her breasts shimmered and disappeared, exposing her naked skin to the air of the room - air that seemed refreshingly cool due to the hot confines of the suit.
Zorelle carefully lifted the large wobbling rubber creations in her hands and, kneeling down, squashed them against Supergrrls comparatively miniature breasts.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have breasts this big, Princess? No? Well, how about you try it for a while....perhaps forever?
The sorceresss eyes glowed and her hands became difficult to see clearly, but it seemed apparent that she was slowly sinking her fists and the implants into Lindas chest. The princess of steel almost passed out at the sight of Zorelles wrists protruding from her presented bosom, watching in dismay as the evil queen slid her fists deeper, as if Lindas super- flesh was made out of soft wax. The princess could feel Zorelle manoeuvring the implants into position inside her breasts and after what seemed like hours the invading hands withdrew, minus the load they had been carrying. The result: Supergrrl with gravity defying size EE breasts! The evil queen had developed this bizarre method of control for Linda because the kryptonite vlatex that encased the mermaids inside the Princesss new breast inserts would prevent her from mustering any of her super strength until they were removed - and there was not a scalpel in all the land that could cut Supergrrls flesh. In fact, Linda would not need restraining at all unless she found out a way to remove the implants.
Having a live bust caused the princess much distress - her two captives kicked and struggled night and day, jiggling her heavy breasts even as she slept....or tried to sleep. Zorelle squeezed two tautly stretched nipples between her fingers.
Your plastiskinned bosom buddies are there to stay Princess. I hope youll enjoy getting to know them - they are certainly enjoying their new format, courtesy of our little beg to be bound helmets here. She cupped the huge mammaries and felt their ponderous weight.
My! These will be heavy!, Zorelle chuckled, half to herself. Dont worry Supertits! - I have plenty of costumes with stiffened backs to lace you into! Hmmmmm.....I wonder if I can add boning and laces to a plastiskin garment - perhaps you could end up as my super mermaid?...well see!
In the past, Zorelle had also used the skin to get her revenge on a serving maid called Lillian who had tried to poison her. Zorelle drugged the girl's food, and whilst she was asleep, she rolled Lillian tightly from the neck down in a large sheet of plasti-skin. Before pressing the skin smooth all over, she cut two small holes for access to the drugged girl's lower openings, front and rear, and two more through which her breasts could protrude. Long after the five minute setting time had passed, Lillian awoke to find that she could not get up. She could not seem to get her arms or legs to move at all. They had disappeared, and apart from her head, breasts and sex, she looked like a rather curvaceous human snake, destined for one of the queen's brothels.
Lillian's accomplice Charlotte was revenged upon in a similar but worse way. She simply had her usual plastic prison bedsheets and pillows replaced with identical plasti-skin ones. She awoke the next morning to find that she had been permanently fused into her bed.
Linda was lifted from her recess in the floor to balance weakly on her boot sheathed legs. Zorelle grasped her leash and dragged her away from the throne room at a brisk pace, each stiffened step bouncing and jiggling her new bosom. Linda found that she had no energy in reserve at all due to the kryptonite embedded in her chest, but despite the difficulty of walking upright with the extra weight of her bosom pulling her down over her towering heels, she managed to walk perfectly all the way. She would thumb her nose at her captor if it killed her. They reached their destination; a section of the castle had been under construction since the takeover and the sorceress was also the architect.
Zorelle was quite angry at the show of defiance, so she had her slave fitted with two huge vibrators that locked snugly into the Princesss leather costume. A doubly layered rubber body bag followed her cruelly buckled inserts, and once inflated, it compressed Lindas body from the neck down in a neat tubular mass of ballooning clear-red latex, a polished sheath that hid none of her busty attributes due to its glistening transparency.
The super captive was lifted to her air cushioned feet and buckled in a dozen places to a recently finished pillar so she could watch the progress of the royal builders. These hard working staff were examining a set of plans to work out which prisoners were supposed to be installed where, and as which part of the building....perhaps as components for a door or a ceiling relief. Zorelle had drafted many plans since renovations had begun. The builders were checking the numbers on the blueprints against the numbers on a rack of anonymous black rubber pods that hung in storage until they were needed for installation. Zorelle commanded the workers attention.
"Release pod sixty two - that annoying wench who was captain of the guard. Well do the support pillar now.", she said. Linda's loyal subject Valeria slid, well lubricated, from the breached seal at the base of her pod. After a brief cleaning ritual a punishment and feeder helmet with the standard air and food hoses attached was laced over her head, leaving her without sight or voice. Valeria was dragged to a huge perspex cylinder, fingertip-to- fingertip in diameter that ran vertically from floor to ceiling.
At the queens command, her head, arms, and legs were pulled back as far as they could go into adjustable round openings in the cylinder. The guards entered the pillar via a door in the base and shackled the silent girls' limbs rigidly inside it to rings, so that only her naked torso remained outside, leaving her anonymous vagina and breasts arched achingly to the world. The food and air tubes protruding from her face were connected to two remaining holes in the cylinder which were just above her head.
"Welcome to your new home, number sixty two. This concrete pillar will be it for a very very long time!" announced Zorelle, chuckling at the sight of the struggling, but firmly secured woman.
"When the pressurised concrete sets, only your naked torso from the throat to hips will be on the outside of the pillar....then youll feel what I felt in your dungeon so many years ago - despair! I suspect your loss of freedom wont be as temporary as mine was!.
The builders made fast work of the concrete pipe assembly that would be feeding into the top of the pillar because they did not want to fall victims of their mistresss feared temper. Once it was all done, Zorelle took hold of the control lever, but hesitated with a sudden malicious thought.
"Hmm.. I can use this pillar to kill two birds with one stone so to speak. Bring in Donna."
Raging impotently against her layers of stifling red latex, Linda remembered that Donna had been one of her best infiltrators, and had narrowly missed the evil queen with an arrow before she had been captured.
Tightly bound in a network of crimson latex straps that made up her body harness, with two vibrators buzzing loudly inside her, Donna appeared. Sucking fearfully on her gag, she was pushed through the small door to stand in the center of the cylinder. Her feet were locked to the floor in a widely spread stance, and just the gag was removed to free up her mouth. Without bothering to connect any tubes to the girl on whom she had passed a death sentence, Zorelle shut the door and bolted it. She pulled the lever and liquid concrete began pouring slowly over pleading Donna's head, flowing like thick grey mud down her body. Some concrete also splattered the head and limbs of her stretched motionless partner Valeria in the process.
In a little while, the lumpy liquid had reached Donna's thighs, and had completely covered the inner portion of wall- bound Valeria's legs, stretched out as they were. Donna gasped under the flow of grey liquid and cried out desperately
"Zorelle please! I can help you. I'll tell you anything you want to know!"
"You already have my dear" answered the queen, smiling, "you told me everything straight away when we forced the truth serum into you. The other impalings we did to you on torture stools and the like were simply for my entertainment. Of course you would remember nothing of your confession dear, we reverted your mind back to childhood for a while. Your dozen or so helpers were easily rounded up and now they grace spare bedroom number six, as arm and legless rubber pillows".
By then the concrete had completely covered the first girl Valeria, and the level had raised to the height of Donna's breasts and neck. Donna began to scream. When the liquid had reached the now completely grey girls' chin, Zorelle halted the flow. She had a hole drilled in the perspex at the height of Donna's face and a tiny rubber tube threaded towards the girls mouth. The tube was so thin that it required two internal sections; one for incoming air and another for outgoing air or else the breather would get too much of her old stale air back again.
"Open your mouth you little traitor! It is your only hope for survival!" cried the sorceress with an evil gleam. She knew that a feeding spell had been cast on the hapless Donna that would keep her alive provided she received oxygen. Donna opened her mouth and allowed the tube to rest between her lips and gripped tightly. The concrete flow was restarted and quickly covered the frightened captive's head. In twenty minutes the whole column was filled and had to be left for two days to dry as hard as rock. In one days time the pressurised liquid had solidified enough for Zorelle to order the clear outer casing removed. The damp grey pillar sported an inviting wriggling naked torso on one side and a tiny air valve on the other, each belonging to a permanently installed female fixture. Zorelle connected a tap to the tube supplying the life giving oxygen to its connectee and beckoned to a handmaiden.
"Turn off her air" she barked. "But surely my mistress doesn't want to kill her now" cried the girl, horrified that she had been told to take part in the proceedings.
"What did you say wench? I'll teach you to disobey a direct order! Plastiskin her!" shouted the angry queen at two reluctant guardswomen. Wanting to make an example of any mutiny, she raised her fist at the petrified girl. "Seal her into one of the plastiskin body stockings."
The guards pounced on the handmaiden and stripped her. One of them held open a pearl-coloured skinsuit, careful not to handle any part of it for too long, while the other forced the girl into it. The featureless skin adjusted itself to the maiden's proportions and covered her smoothly from head to toe, with the exception of two small nostril holes for air. The frightened convertee was held down while the plastiskin set on her. After five minutes, the guards released their grip and she had changed to the unrecognisable state that the dark queen had ordered.
Even though she could still breathe through the two nostril holes, her mouth and all other openings had been sealed over, so that she would not be able to eat and would eventually starve. The pale, ghostlike figure was mouthless, could not see or hear, and her groin area was now a smooth sexless region. The pitiful, smooth-headed creature was dog collared and chained to the throne as an example to all. She flopped pathetically around the floor in her new condition scrabbling where her mouth and eyes had once been with smooth awkward paws.
"Now for the tap." ordered Zorelle heartlessly "You do it!" she said, pointing to another handmaiden. Unwilling to share the fate of her featureless comrade, the frightened girl turned off the tap. Buried deep inside the pillar, Donnas air stopped and she suddenly realised the true horror of her situation. She gasped and rocked against her unmoving solid prison but to no avail as she began to see stars.
Outside, Zorelle waited what seemed like an eternity, then reached across and turned the tap on herself, listening to the tortured hiss of air as Donnas burning lungs sought to suddenly breathe in more than the capacity of her tiny tube would give her. The pillar-bound woman was on the verge of blacking out but her pussy seemed to have lubricated itself and she came by pressing against the slick concrete that caressed her body so tightly.
-- The sanatorium
It was usually warm and sunny in the little country village of Greenhaven. The place was barely a dot on the map, known only for its hosting of the State Asylum for Women, a complex large enough to house a thousand inmates. The residents of these heavily secured white buildings remained there for the protection of both themselves and the public - since Zorelle had seized power, no news of events within escaped its imposing walls.
Many years ago, when Zorelle had begun her quest for black magic, she was forcibly sent to the Asylum by the Guild of Magicians. There she received some severe punishment before escaping. Recently, as the vengeful ruler of the country, Zorelle decreed that her secret police should release every inmate and make them a staff member, and imprison every nurse and warden and sign their lives away forever as new inmates. In a single overnight raid, the staff became the inmates, and the inmates became the staff. She provided all the new psychotic wardens with magical auto-do cubicles, which had the power to change a victim to any format or costume once sealed within. Most of the new wardens were quite insane to begin with, and one by one their recent human gifts paid terrible penalties for imagined transgressions.
Each former guard or nurse patient was heavily modified to make the idea of ever escaping their new home laughable. Even the humble tea lady was now a half human, half machine trolley creature that pushed itself along the corridors with its leather hip-booted legs.
The front half of former Nurse Jones spent the rest of her days as a warm metal statue protrusion from the rear inner wall of a locker in the wardens change rooms. A once-patient of hers found it gratifying to hang his clothes on the hooks that now terminated her polished metal bosom. Instead of nipples, her breasts followed a smooth curve to a point, then turned upwards to a neat hook. She had been converted into solid metal furniture. Months ago, sealed helplessly inside her wardens auto-do cubicle, Nurse Jones had shimmered through many different formats to conform with the images generated in the crazed head of her new master, who sat comfortably in a chair nearby wearing the pickup headset and watching the display screen. She was just thankful that she had retained her mind and not been made into a drooling and packaged vlatex vegetable like her two ex-warden friends she had watched emerge before her. -- Nurse Maria
It was one year since the great war, and Maria had just finished her nursing degree. She saw an advertisement in the newspaper for a job at the asylum and secured herself an immediate interview. The director of the institute seemed a little odd, given that she was dressed in a very severe white vinyl dress that stretched from her chin to her ankles, but she was pleasant enough, and Maria needed money desperately so she accepted the job. Fashions of late had been tending towards the restrictive anyway - Maria quite expected women to be wearing bondage harnesses in public soon if the tightly laced trends on the catwalks continued.
The guided tour showed many stiffly restrained and gagged inmates, some undergoing thought replacement therapies with coloured lights and computer generated tapes. It was obviously the place for people with serious mental problems.
The one-piece uniform Maria had to wear was a purest white vinyl nurses dress, in a style similar to the directors except for the hobble-skirt to her ankles and the long sleeves with attached sterile mittens. A long zip up the front of the dress stretched the shiny, heavy material taut over her skin making it an effort to move, but every nurse working there wore some semblance of the regulatory uniform and seemed used to it, so Maria soon forgot her initial annoyance with the dress code. She worked long hours and soon began to feel uneasy about the place for reasons she could not quite put her rubber-stiffened fingers on.
One day, her curiosity got the better of her and she briefly ungagged one of the struggling patients who was scheduled for her final round of thought replacement. The panicking woman was hopelessly combination locked to the conveyor belt leading to the docilisation auto-do chamber, but before she was erased to total obedience she managed to share the full tale with Nurse Maria. Maria acted like she didnt believe the story, and watched quietly as the woman was modified by the machine. Afterwards, as she walked the recently created feminine automation back to its room she fussed over it with more than passing interest.
It struck her as unusual that the chamber had chosen to sew and seal the womans lips together, in addition to erasing her brain and spraying her from head to toe in an airtight layer of black rubber. The cloying latex effectively rendered the processed inmate blind and deaf, and kept her arms locked in a painful back prayer....mmmm - no...a closer inspection revealed that the womans hands and fingers had also been sewn together beneath the tight rubber coating. Somebody had made sure that even after reduction to an apparent vegetable the woman could never communicate.
Maria was very concerned and troubled as to what action to take. Her uniform, with its mittened sleeves moulding the hands into spoon shapes, made it impossible to escape the complex during the day because the doors had hidden security latches that required fingers. All cadet nurses like Maria wore a regulation sleeping corset to bed, which was laced from the tip of the toes to just above the mouth (so they couldnt chatter) and locked closed with special keys. The durable white patent leather garment left just the arms bare, which were supposed to be clipped into automatically-locking comfort cuffs on the bed. Although her legs were married into a single boot, Maria knew she could hatch her escape on a little motorised trolley nearby, as long as no-one noticed her arms were not clipped in place properly.
Her plan was a success. Her vehicle got her all the way out a service door, shuddering to a standstill right at the top of the steps down to the street. She had to hop down each step to street level, and stood holding out her thumb at any traffic that might pass on the quiet lane. After ten anxious minutes, the lights of a red sports car bathed her glittering, white sheathed form. The passenger door opened and she heard a young mans voice. Mmmmmmm.....kinky! Hop in, gorgeous. She breathed a sigh of relief that help was at hand. Within minutes she would be at a police station narrating her story once they worked out how to cut her mouth free.
Maria tried awkwardly to climb into the low slung seat, but could not bend the corset nearly enough. He got out to help her, and there was a Phhhht as a tranquilliser dart appeared in his neck. A confused look took his face as his legs collapsed and guards appeared from behind the bushes in a flurry of activity. Maria and her luckless rescuer were quickly enveloped in straight jackets - they found themselves neatly packaged, strapped to trolleys and being led back inside the building. The Directress had seen Marias earlier exchange with the ungagged patient on a hidden video camera and had been monitoring the nurse ever since.
-- Maria escapes in her own way
A week later, a new dull-eyed patient was wheeled to her cell. She was freshly arm and legless, and a shiny white patent leather papoose restraint sheathed her limbless torso, laced and buckled gaspingly from the V point below where her thighs had been, right up her middle to just beneath the nose. The glossy suit curved smoothly up her back to cup and envelop her head leaving just her eyes and nose uncovered. The spark of intelligence was gone from her dull brown eyes as Nurse Maria lay back on her trolley and gazed fascinatingly at the ceiling.
Even if Maria could remember any of her exchange with the stricken patient and get past her Total Erasure followed by Total Mental Conditioning, it was impossible to communicate. Her armless, legless body was rigidly encased in boned patent leather, and her vocal chords had been permanently removed and dried to be made into the centres for plastic teardrop pendants that hung from her glossy white plastic nipples. She could not even blink, for her eyelids were fixed in an appealing wide-eyed stare that was the fashion amongst patients at the time.
The Directress tested Marias conditioning the first night. Standing over the parceled nurse on the trolley, she released the gag. A hiss of escaping pressurised air filled the room for a second, allowing the patients glossy white vinyl cheeks resuming their normal size. The Directress slid out of her mirror-smooth white uniform and into a black vinyl sleeping catsuit with openings at the nipples and groin. She lifted Inmate Maria from her trolley and into the satin sheeted bed with her, attaching the medically enhanced pouting ruby lips to her hardening nipple. Marias debased programming sprang into action and she could have no other thought than to pleasure the flesh filling her mouth.
The Directress touched a panel on the wall and it opened noiselessly. From the recess wormed a creature that was so similar to the new format Maria that it could have been her twin. Unlike Patient Maria, it still knew it had once been a young man in a red sports car, but the mental suggestions installed in its brain could not be refused. The second suckling inmate still held out hope for eventual rescue and restoration, but her appearance belied this. As required by the sexual conversion, her testicles had been removed and silver plated, and now hung as pendants from her glossy patent leather nipples that topped her huge plastic sheathed and restrained breasts. Indeed, for the rest of their useful days, the flashing balls were the only method of telling the twins apart.
The Directress reached across to a special bra harness of buckles and straps beside the bed and threaded them through the loops in her catsuit and the loops attached to the smooth heads of her suckling ones. In no time they were both securely squashed to her nipples by the bra cups that hid their heads in a taut shiny plastic layer. Now, even if she rolled over in her sleep during the night, her bra bound twins would not stop their tireless work. The peacefully relaxing woman mused that she would have to have another set of twins made to service the two holes between her legs. There would no longer be a need for the ensuite immediately in the morning!
-- Pauline gets punished, while the Rubbermaids look on.
Pauline, a former interior minister, was led to stand before the new queen. She had once called Zorelle a mongrel because the queens mother was from one kingdom and her father from another oh no! Mixed races! The minister had always been quite an ugly woman in personality, frowning a great deal and Zorelle disliked ugliness, so she had immediately given her the expressionless face of a Barbie doll.
Paulines conservative business suit had been replaced with a long, sexy black plastic dress, thigh high boots with eight inch heels that had been moulded in stiff black platex, a harder plastic latex, about her legs to the hip and made her teeter as she walked. Her hands were mittened in more of the rubbery black plastic to the shoulder, curling her wrists as though perpetually holding a shaft. Her now hairless head was tightly ensconced in the amorphous layer of vlatex she had been dipped in, which held a cruelly pressurised expando-gag in her oral cavity. Her hugely distended cheeks appeared as black billiard balls from the sheer pressure of her inner packing. The unbroken ring of her strange new shiny metal collar enhanced Paulines look of captivity, but even with her vacant-looking Barbie face she showed contempt by refusing to bow to her mistress.
At a word from Zorelle, her head was instantly enveloped from the collar upwards in a seamless golden metal egg, through which no sound penetrated.....yet another form of the mind programming device.....her body stiffened as she clutched impotently with curled plastic hands at the impervious surface of her encased head, sinking to her knees in submission while the powerful device programmed her mind....her thoughts blended into a fog...oooh such interesting new thoughts coming in....and when the fog cleared, she was an adoring submissive....existing only to serve her mistress....begging her mistress to bind her....while in a small corner of her enslaved mind, a proud woman screamed..
Zorelle clicked her fingers and Lynette, her personal rubber mannequin-maid came to life from the corner where she had stood for the past ten days. If her rubber lips had not been fixed permanently in a glossy, frozen pout, she might have said your wish Madame?, but instead she teetered over to the throne in her rubber ballet boots, squeaked her shiny rubber body down towards the floor and curtsied as she had been trained to do so naturally.
Rubbermaid, find my new submissive a wardrobe to suit her recently installed thought patterns...all doubly stiffened platex and plastic if you will....and have her fitted for her shiny dog costume - shell adore being the mongrel now. Make it the best selection for punishment youve ever imagined or Ill reduce you to a strength II. I want that dog costume so tight that she cant breathe at all - her stasis collar will keep her alive.
Even with her limited perception the Rubbermaid could understand the threat of being changed from her current status as a strength III Rubbermaid into a strength II or even (rubber forbid!) a strength I Rubbermaid. She knew that as a strength II, with her latex arms bonded to her sides to the wrist and her squeaking legs hobbled with a sheath to the ankles, she could not possibly continue to perform her required daily duties satisfactorily, and in no time at all she would be punished and reduced to a mindless strength I. A strength I Rubbermaid is merely a strength II with her entire body sealed in a full inch cocoon of clear latex.
A whole corridor leading to the maid re-education wards was lined with stiffly wobbling strength Is as a warning to all who have the honour of being trained as strength IIIIs and IIIs. Inside each strength I pod was a moaning rubbermaiden creature (they did not remember they had once been women), but no sound ever penetrated the serene polished black faces and their inches of clear coating.
Occasionally, one of the strength I Rubbermaids would lose balance and topple, and would drop into a disposal shaft as final punishment for their disobedience. The shaft dropped them into a steaming vat of warm rubber cement and they were melted and blended with the glutinous black liquid by the vat mixers. When the count of Rubbermaids in the vat reached fifty, it would be veritably bulging with limbs trying to find an escape from the surface tension of their stretchy rubber prison. The whole vat would be then poured into a mould for yet another of the hundreds of black rubber pillars in the castle extension wing.
If there were any inconsistencies in the mix, tiny sections of the pillar would take longer to set than others, and after the mould was removed a shiny black hand or foot or elbow or buttock or breast or embossed face would protrude from the pillar before it set for good....a stark, slightly moving stiffened reminder forever of what it was filled with. When the pillars were finished, Zorelle planned to use any further raw material to make furniture such as rubber sofas and mattresses.
The attentive Rubbermaid remembered little of her past life as a high powered senior executive in a law firm. She could not know that at that very moment her former boss Minta graced stand 23 as a mindless type I......soon to slide gently into the Vat.
Years ago, when Zorelle was a wanted criminal and the Rubbermaid was a free human woman named Lynette, Vice CEO Lynette had paid the sorceress to make her boss Minta disappear and pave her way to success. The fee was a mere fifty percent of the mega-company profits every month.
The police arrived at the office asking questions, and she acted tearful at Mintas disappearance, even though she was now president. That evening she arrived home and found a letter under her door. It read:
Please select your desired format for your former boss:
Irresistible modifications will be made to Mintas thought patterns to match your choice exactly
Lynette thought briefly. It would be fun to humiliate her ex- supervisor by making her work around the house as her helpless servant forever, so she chose the Mannequin Maid option. The following evening a crate was delivered. Minta had been dipped completely in black rubber to anonymise her, and lay quivering slightly in her box as if trying to escape her permanent mental reprogramming. The mannequin maid did not like the fleeting images in her head of a proud woman behind a desk, but she was thankful that they were fading away by the hour. Thank goodness, for she had important work to do serving her mistress. The taut black and white vlatex parody of a maids dress stretched over her glossy black bosom, nipped in her now forever suctioned and invisibly corseted waist, and sheathed her generous hips and buttocks with its fabric. Maid Mintas new feet were crushingly moulded into ballet boots with eight-inch stiletto heels. She made quiet plik noises on the floor as she walked, or stilted, since her knees could bend only very slightly. Every movement was accompanied by a tortured squeak from her new skin. Oh, she loved being a maid so much!
Following the successful neutralisation of Minta, Lynette also had two of her staunch opponents punished by converting them into legless and armless vlatex dolls.
Working her magic in person those days, Zorelle had thrown the two frightened naked women a shimmering black outfit each to put on. They could not find sleeves or leg holes in the costume and said as much, at which point the magical sheaths in their hands flapped open wide and enveloped them. Sealed completely inside their own personalised suctioned plastic skins, the two figures writhed in the powerful magic. Their limbs shrank away and the plastic sheathing their glossy heads creaked as it shrank, compressing their plastic faces into blank dolly smiles. Each doll had her former name emblazoned in white across her back and her new name Cindy or Barbie on her forehead. The two were returned to their offices as a warning, where they rocked ever so slightly in their office chairs for many years before being moved to a display case in the boardroom.
After a few years in the seat of power, Lynette realised she had the resources to hunt down and kill the crooked lady herself and avoid the fee. She stopped paying and sent dozens of contract killers to do the job. All failed. Lynette soon found herself with shiny Rubbermaid skin, dressed in a distinctive pink and white outfit and unaware of her swift career change. She served Zorelle personally.
-- To make a Type V
Once again the weak Linda Danvers was dressed as an adult baby and strapped in her wheeled high chair. One of the Rubbermaids was assigned to pull the hermetically sealed baby Linda along in her high chair - quite a painful exercise when the maids ringed clitoris was doing the pulling. It was a smooth ride through to one of the newly built extensions of the castle. Before they reached their destination, an armless messenger clad in patent leather scurried up to them with an envelope wedged in the stiffened pocket between her breasts. Zorelle fished out the note and scanned it briefly with an annoyed look on her face.
What? Another envoy? Stay here - I shall be back shortly. STORE!
Having activated the maids storage mode, she strode hurriedly off. The Rubbermaids perpetually wide eyes instantly dimmed to opaque black and her arms flew behind her into a crushing back-prayer as she was forced by unseen hands into a tight kneeling position against the floor. Her slippery rubber skin became liquid for an instant and then hardened again, leaving a featureless, airtight latex package behind, unable to even twitch, with the same little chain as before joining its now- sealed clitoris and rear end to Supergrrls chair.
Linda heard voices coming through an open door to her right and tried to twist her mobile chair around so she could see what was going on. After a few attempts and a few silent shudders from the parcel on the floor when the chain was inadvertently pulled taut, she managed it.
A figure in a latex body stocking lay writhing on the plastic- sheeted bed. It was evident the figure was female, though it had no flesh exposed. The captives rubber encapsulated face was featureless, with only two holes under her nose for breathing. Her arms were one with her body, with only mittened gloves that balled into fists where her hands should be. It soon became evident that she was in some distress. Another woman, dressed in a white leather ball gown and towering white boots, stood over the bed and helped tighten the straps holding the victim down until the struggles stopped. Linda recognised the dominatrix as her former ally Samantha, now much changed.
Samantha now had a ridiculously overdone sexy body, huge EE breasts and a waist in inches that had obviously had some ribs removed to allow severe corseting. The tormentors glossy red pouting lips had been expanded to a point that she could just barely open her mouth to speak. Her once black hair was now bleach blonde and she wore a strange glazed, hungry expression as her oversized, grotesque lips strove to pronounce words correctly.
"Don sthwuggle my pwetty wum.....erb.....Dont struggle my pretty one.....I know you have lots of slippery potion sealed in your lovely shiny suit with you and I know it can be quite pesky when it gets absorbed through your skin - but look on the bright side! - soon your fleeting little personality will be gone, washed away like the tide, and youll be ready to be made into something more useful like me! Its so exciting being Bambi - youll see!. She straddled her prone captive and kissed it where the lips would have been.
I know youre angry now but you wont hate me when Ive finished you. It doesnt make any difference to the process if you were a man before - its my job to change the people that Mistress Zorelle gives me into Bambi like myself. Thats all I do, but its so much fun. Youll be my twin soon!
She spied Linda watching and tottered over on her pointed toes to make a face before swinging the door closed. She didnt even recognise me! thought Linda to herself in horror. What terrible fate had befallen her friend? She wondered if it would be possible to restore Samanthas mind.
Her thought was interrupted as Zorelle reappeared looking much happier. The cocooned maid was released and they continued on until Linda found herself unchained from her helper in a very large suite. The well appointed room had been extensively decorated since her capture, for every surface was now padded white vinyl. The automatically sensing entrance sported a large padded white vinyl door whose luxurious width encapsulated the shiny puffed effigies of two hapless vinyl women.
Lindas new version of her rubber baby costume was steadily increasing the levels of Kryptonite in her body. She noticed four type V Rubbermaids standing silently in the corner awaiting commands as their costumes told them to do. A type V Rubbermaid had a luxury that type IV Rubbermaids did not; they were not converted permanently into rubber (although most ended up that way when they became type IVs). Their clear latex maid costumes were one piece, covering almost every inch of their bodies from head to toe. The only skin showing was through a dark-frilled circular portion above the breasts advertising cleavage - but not real skin however, for they wore latex leotards beneath, that had perfectly moulded, realistic breast cups. Each puff-shouldered outfit was like a full body catsuit with an overlaid and attached clear maids dress stretching up from mid thigh. A frilly black apron and high ruffled collar and bonnet matched dainty scalloping at the upper arm where the puffed sleeves terminated.
A rack of at least two score empty costumes stood against a far wall, ready for new converts, and a strange machine sat nearby.
Wasnt that a fun little ride, my yummy baby? Zorelle cooed tauntingly. As you may have guessed, this is the room where we make our privileged type Vs Rubbermaids. The enchanted material controls all thoughts as long as its special side is touching the skin somewhere - and as you can see, it is impossible to take it off with only that small breast opening to squeeze through - unless you have a machine of course!
The sorceress turned as the effigy door squeaked slowly open as fast as its silently working occupants could tiptoe forward. A black-hooded captive stiffly entered, led by two Rubbermaids, her sensorily deprived head covered in glistening buckles that flowed down her back and front to make a buckled corset, then down her legs where laces continued to the toes, converting her legs into rods of leather. The four maids came to life and detached the rest of the costume from the hood, letting her lower casings drop away to leave her nude from the neck down.
The bodysuit that made up the latex maids chemise was zipped onto her freshly nude torso. The moment it hit her skin, the captive even began helping in her own conversion. A type V suit was pulled from the rack and the omnipresent machine revealed its purpose by stretching the breast opening wide. The captive swung her feet obediently through the circle and allowed the fussing, silent maids to shrug her into the outfit. The old hood was removed to allow the head to be covered and then the catsuit opening was closed to reveal a brand new type V Rubbermaid. Linda gasped to realise it was her royal cousin Natasha who had just been pressed into permanent servitude. Rubbermaid Natasha marched obediently to the evil sorceress and curtsied happily to her shiny Mistress. The other maids were dismissed and Zorelle returned to the throne room with her new servant in tow. On the surface, Natasha would soon forget she had ever been anything other than a shiny, big titted maid. Occasionally she would remember her past luxuries and flush with humiliation at her new subservient position, hoping that the suctioned maidsuit would somehow slide accidentally from her body via the tiny cleavage hole, but it was an impossibility. She was a rubbermaid for life.
-- Batgrrl and Catwoman to the rescue
Weeks of careful planning had brought Batgrrl and her newfound ally Catwoman, to be dressed as ponygirls, trotting in a neat column of 20 such creatures. Whilst the other whorses had been through a painful conversion to reach their current forms, Batgrrl and Catwoman had simply designed cosmetic rubber outfits to match their companions.
As they cantered through the cobbled streets, Batgrrl recalled a recent documentary showing the conversion of Lady Karyn into a whorse by Zorelles stables. Zorelle was not even shown on the programme, even though Lady Karyn had been a highly ranked events co-ordinator for the deposed government.
First, Karyn had had her nose, breasts, and pussies pierced and fitted with large, self cleaning stainless steel rings. She was forced into a transparent plastiskin body stocking, a dappled glossy outfit that sealed from a rigid neck corset to the toes, subtly compresssing her waist and adding to her hips and breasts. Her rubberized arms were folded into the small of her back and fused there whilst the rubber whorse sat calmly to have cumbersome yet delicately arched plastiskin hooves laced onto her feet, not quite hooves in that they had six inch high heels at the back for aesthetic purposes.
A matching plastiskin hood was suctioned down over her denuded head, leaving her with a moderately normal face except for two cute little pony ears and a socket at the top for insertion of her blonde showing ponytail. The plastiskin set very quickly to make her new hooves, skin and face, permanent fixtures. Batgrrl remembered how Karyn had struggled, even after sealed unalterably into her plastiskin pony girl outfit and her arms never to be used again. After a single hour of the computers humiliating, unfeeling mind control, all televised, Karyn had settled down to become one with her new form. Batgrrl knew that Lady Karyn would have been seething inside her equine body even if she outwardly seemed calm. All viewers could see that the new doe eyed filly found the feel of the stainless steel bit separating her teeth strangely comforting. She had been given a totally animal appearance, turned into a rubber whorse on national tv.
Galoping expertly and sweating heavily in her ponygirl costume, Catwoman remembered the hitching process of the morning. The pony in front of her had shivered with pleasure as a thin steel rod was passed through both pierced, rubberised nipples and linked to the long reins that controlled the entire group. Catwoman smiled inwardly when she was linked up her own nipple piercings were expert fakes and did not hurt in the slightest.
The ponygirls were all harnessed with a blinker bridle of pink straps and each had a cute little pink saddle buckled tighly to her curvy body. The nose rings that normally allowed them to be chained to a hitching post in the stable was utilized to lock the headgear in place.
Although her original intelligence, thoughts and memories could be left in tact, the intelligence a ponygirl could use to her advantage, over and above being a ponygirl, was severly limited through rigid reprogramming. Consequently, the attractive pets sometimes panicked or shied when something unexpected happened. To counter this problem, another slack cord was tied to the rings dangling from the rubberized pussy lips and clit. The cord could be tightened suddenly at a moments' notice, guaranteed to bring poor behaviour to a halt.
High-heeled thigh boots with hoof toes clicked on the cobblestones as they entered the castle courtyard, their blinders keeping their view limited to straight ahead. The tight harness of criss-crossing pink straps was their only covering over their dappled plastiskins. The heroines fake ponysuits were slick with sweat from the hour long march, and made soft squelching noises that the other ponies did not alarming if they became louder. The two women had not been able to converse during their trek due to bits in their mouths, now dripping with salvia. Their arms were stuck in the costumes back prayer and had gone numb during the journey thanks to an extra cuff of thick rubber that had been secured around them. The plan had been to pull a secret release catch with their fingers once things were quiet that evening, but they soon realized that it was impossible to escape the suits with totally numb arms. They hoped that the cuffs would be removed upon arrival at the castle.
Welcoming the rest and water provided at their destination, the two ladies panted heavily with the rest of the team.
They had infiltrated and become part of the entourage of a visiting Duchess to Zorelle's castle, hoping to enter Zorelle's domain undetected. Their ultimate plan was to free Supergrrl and Wonda Woman from their humilating latex bondage and then find a way to attack Zorelle whilst she slept. Admittedly not possessing the super or enhanced powers of Wonda Woman or Supergrrl, they decided on the covert start to their plan as ponygirls.
After the horns sounded their arrival, the Duchess was received by Zorelle. The servants and maids of the entourage were virtually invisible as they blended with the bizarre menagerie of Zorelle's domain. The free spirits of the two sleek ponies was not detected as the livery help came to lead the pony-girls to their stables for feeding and grooming. Batgrrl was tired and anxious to get free of the restraining ponysuit. She wiggled and struggled as they were led to stand in the stable and wait their turn for service.
Catwoman turned to her stiffly in her harness, trying to signal for her to calm down.
The Stable master had entered the room moments before and was admiring the group, expertly assessing the fillies. Their firm and toned bodies were slick and shiny with rubber polish, for rubber ponies did not sweat. Their chests still heaved from the fast gait the Duchess had demanded, but their skins were unmarked by dust thanks to the new stone roads Zorelle had built between her cities. The master noticed one in the group was wiggling and stepping quickly, seemingly excited. He knew that some of the ponies enjoyed a good run, and many were quite excited after a ride. He smiled and moved towards the spirited filly.
"Well now, we've still got some energy after all that exercise eh?" The Stable master exclaimed, grasping Batgrrl by her harness. The livery staff smiled knowing what would happen next. He felt between her legs.
"My, youre all hot and wet down there - only one way to calm you down"
Batgrrl eyes widened at the comment, but it was too late to do anything with all eyes on her. Catwoman shrunk away demurely trying not to attract attention or their cover would be blown.
Batgrrl legs were aching, even though her heroine activities demanded her to be in perfect physical shape. The high- stepping gait for the long distance had worn her out. She could not even put up a good struggle as the Stable master pulled her aside.
He sat against a hitching post, and turned the cinched and harnessed Batgrrl around, her back to him, her facing the other pony girls now watching them.
The Stable Master openly examined the shape of the figure before him. Her ass was firm and tight and she had slender but muscled thighs. He smacked her rump. She whelped and stiffened.
"Ah Ha, a spirited filly, Lets see how you ride" With that he slid his hand between Batgrrls slick thighs and unbuckled the thong strap of her harness.
Ponygrrl Batgrrl tried to pull away, but the experienced master pulled her back and kicked her feet out to spread her legs wide. She could barely find balance enough to stand much less pull away. With a firm had on her harness the master pushed her torso forward, tipping her forward. She almost fell head first, but the Stable masters' firm hold on the back of her armbinder straps kept her in a precarious balance - bent over, with her rump jutting out shamelessly.
He chuckled as he unbuckled his pants, allowing his cock to unfold. Batgrrl looked down between her legs and issued a muffled whinny at the realization of what was going to happen to her in the helpless state.
Catwoman looked on quietly at the predicament Batgrrl had gotten herself into. She hoped Barbara would take it as best she could and not blow their cover.
Batgrrl was grateful for the bit in her mouth, chomping down hard and groaning as the Stable Master mounted her. He was huge, the pain of his entry made easier by the lubrication of her sweat. He began slowly by pulling on her harness, rocking her on her locked legs onto him. She moaned as he increased speed, within a short while the smacking sound of her rubberized rump on his pelvis was heard throughout the stable.
Batgrrl finally surrendered to the intense pounding she was getting and fatigue washed over her as she came, chomping down harder on her bit a ragged groan pulsing from her throat. Her body tightened then relaxed with each spasm.
The experienced Stable Master noted her surrender, but was intent on breaking the filly in. His pace did not slow as he felt the sex of his mount clutching rythmically. Batgrrl groaned wearily as she noted that his cock was still pumping her. She moaned weakly as the heat in her crotch began to grow again. It took less time than the first and Batgrrl cried out again raggedly, her bit dripping as she again surrendered to the onslaught.
He smiled as again his mount surrendered, once more he thought taking her measure. He continued on, pummeling away at his helpless shiny colt. Batgrrl was barely able to stand and growing dizzy, unable to catch her breath as the stable master relentlessly pounded. She lost herself, and he could feel her move with him. Her entire body was slick with sweat, her legs dripping in a spectacle of heat as the other pony girls watched the young filly getting a harsh ride.
If not for her excellent physical condition, she would have succumbed earlier. But after the exertion of harness gait, and her third orgasm coming on, her head swarmed and blackness closed in. As she came for the final time, foam oozing from her bit, she crumpled to the straw covered floor in a heap, her chest heaving unconscious.
Catwoman's shock subsided when she realized that Batgrrl had merely fainted. She even smirked slightly. She had never seen a woman have her brains fucked out before, but had come close herself. Cats crotch grew slightly warm, wondering if it would not be a bad thing to switch places with Batgrrl. She wondered how much sexual experience her college age young cohort had had probably not much.
The Stable Master, rose slowly and fixing his pants, looking down at the slick shapely form on the floor not sleeping.
"Clean her up. She'll be calmer now but let me know if she gets ornery again and I will schedule her to spend time at the induction farm again." He smiled and walked off, leaving Catwoman wondering what he was talking about.
Two of the staff moved towards the unconscious form and began to remove her saddle and binding strap, returning circulation to her arms sealed in the back prayer.
After a few hours when darkness had fallen, Batgrrl awoke to find herself laying in the same stall as Catwoman. Free of her arm bindings and with feeling returned to her fingers she was able to peel off her sweat-filled ponysuit, then help Catwoman remove hers. They slipped over the stable door and out into the night, disposing of the incriminating ponyskins in a recycle bin.
-- Charlotte at the ponygirl induction farm
Charlotte could not have known that her place at the ponygirl ranch might have been delayed by one week if Batgrrl had played up again.
Her huge new tits were dipped in red wetlook vlatex, a stark contrast to the peroxide white hue that the rest of her body glowed in. The massive red orbs had been smoothed free of the sensitive nipples she had once been so proud of, the rounding of her breasts were a deliberate attempt to change her status from female rubberslave to dehumanized toy, blurring her sexual senses and identity until she swam in a neverending sea of unquenchable sexual frustration.
Large white gold rings almost as big as the breasts themselves pierced deeply through the sides and inner core of her polished orbs. She could feel their pull, the weight of the smooth, solid metal in her body.
She was almost ready for parading in public, but first her right cheek was painted with red vlatex lettering, followed by her left. Soon her buttocks read (SL}{UT). Her bight red and white body could not possibly avoid attention.
That evening, while being led back to her stall, she saw the pet who had been bad, hanging limp from her ordeal by newly installed O rings that were anchored in the neat rubber stumps of her wrists and ankles. Sometime during that day she had had her hands and feet spelled away and then the poor girl had been sealed from head to toe in red vlatex, marking her for life to be punished forever. The crawling Punishment Pet was totally airtight with her face sealed over, as it covered her mouth, nose, ears and eyes completely. Her stasis collar kept her alive, and her new skin kept her perfectly waterproof, a good thing because she would be required to do the dirtiest of chores in the sewers. She would be progressively pierced in every possible place in her body until she was a jingling mass of red rubber and silver rings.
-- Batgrrl and Catwoman infiltrate the castle
That night, during the after dinner festivities in the castle, naked Batgrrl and Catwoman climbed through a window, finding themselves in an empty room. They were desparate to find a disguise, for no-one was ever naked within the castle walls. The infiltrators wandered the corridors for hours with no success, until finally they stumbled on the rubber-maid wing.
They quickly found the wardrobe room, its walls covered with rack after rack of bizarre costumes and harnesses, thick and heavy with the scent of rubber.
Catwoman held up one of the black rubbermaid catsuits, a sleek garment with fetching white trim in places.
"At least our modesty will be respected in these" she noted.
Batgrrl gave a rueful smile. They were still embarrassed after days of being topless and dressed as sex objects to infiltrate the duchess's court. Catwoman seemed less reserved than the younger Batgrrl. Luckily their physical training endowed them both with lean tight bodies, easily blending into the realm of the handpicked courtiers.
Catwoman frowned, the catsuit she held was not unlike her own, except this one seemed to have no zipper or opening to climb through except for the facial opening of the attached hood. She put her hand through the opening and just as she was about to comment on the problem, the rubber suit responded by sliding easily up her arm. Her eyes widened.
"Umm...I think this what we are supposed to do with them" Catwoman laughed, pulling her arm free. She held the suit down and stepped into it with ease. Batgrrl followed. The magically endowed latex suits responded by sliding up along the contours of their bodies. They barely had to wriggle as the suits slid over their hips. Within moments the enveloping hoods slid into place, leaving only their eyes, mouths and chins exposed.
They gasped in chorus as the suits, tightened in place around their bodies and probed their orifices. Catwoman could do nothing to stop the folds of the suit entering her vagina, anus, and mouth, sealing tight against her real flesh.
She looked down and saw that her lips and clitoris were clearly defined in the rubber encased folds of her sex. Probing apart the fat rubber outer labial lips with her fingers, she found the real flesh of her vagina, hidden, yet unprotected. Her feet arched instinctively as she felt pressure on her soles. When she was on tiptoes, glossy black stiletto heels grew down from the feet of her suit. A tingling sensation rippled across every inch of her skin as the suit sealed itself to her body.
Gazing at Batgrrl, Catwoman could see that the suit melted to become one with her skin. Her sex, breasts and nipples were still clearly defined, leaving them no covering other than the ebony color of the rubber itself. Her hair was miraculously contoured into the smooth cap of her hood.
Batgrrl wondered if Catwoman had seen how much she had flushed during the intrusion of the suit, but luckily only her chin was uncovered to show colour.
Hesitantly, Catwoman gathered herself.
"Let's get on with it. Remember, no matter what happens, our task is to rescue Wonda Woman and Supergrrl"
Trying to walk quietly in their six inch heels, Catwoman and Batgrrl left the chamber, heading towards the main reception hall where it was no secret the prized captives were being held. Supergrrl was in a crib, dressed in her enveloping rubber romper and sucking a pacifier. Wonda Woman was standing erect, fastened to a column, within plain view of the main reception hall, to the left of Zorelle's throne.
The two disguised heroines were able to mingle breifly with the guests who were engaged in eating, dancing and sex. Catwoman and Batgrrl retreated into the darkened area of a passageway. Grasping her closely, Catwoman whispered.
"We'll have to wait till later tonight when the guests have gone to their rooms. I'm sure there is a spell on our friends, but we must find a way to free them."
"Okay" Batgrrl could manage to nod, this it was all a bit overwhelming for her.
"Stay in the background try not to get noticed"
As Batgrrl turned to move away she bumped into the chest of the man.
"Ah, another slippery Minx?"
Batgrrl stared up into his drunken eyes, trying to act like the other court maidens. She smiled coolly. She was proud of her quick response but lost her composure when she saw the man's exposed erection.
"Come, lets have some fun" He grabbed Batgrrl by the arms an led the rubber clad maiden to the center of the throng. Batgrrl followed submissively, as he led her to one of the dining tables, amass with food and guests engaged in various acts. Clearing away a portion of the clutter, the man pushed Batgrrl's torso over the table, shouting.
"I will spear me this Minx!"
The crowd responded in general with a laugh, but Zorelle looked directly at Batgrrl, slumped over the table, just a long bench between them. Batgrrl's blood turned to ice. She froze and whimpered as the man pinned her body against the table and thrust into her. She whimpered again as she felt his erect shaft pressing between the cheeks of her prone rump. The man thinking it was an act of unusual passivity for of of Zorelle's oversexed maidens-in-continual-heat, and was turned on even more by Batgrrl's missiveness.
A sharp and somewhat painful smack across Batgrrl's rump broke her gaze from Zorelle. She stifled the end of a moan when the man thrust his erection fully inside her. Batgrrl was no virgin but she was not accustomed to such rough sex. Fighting him in plain sight of Zorelle was out of the question, leaving Batgrrl whimpering in rhythm with his thrusts. Soon a mouth covered hers, tongue probing. She groaned and lost herself to the throng of strokes, pinches and hands across her body. A woman straddled her face and sank her sex onto Batgrrl's mouth and rode her to near suffocation before passing the plaything on to the next guest. Her reprieve from the breathlessness was short lived as she was slid towards the end of the table, her open mouth positioned to receive the stiff hot shaft of another male guest.
Batgrrl came several times during the ordeal in a mixture of carnal shame at the open display of her mounting.
Zorelle's scanned the room again, appraising the enjoyment of her guests, but her eyes again returned to Lord Throm mounting one of her rubber-maidens, joined by a few other male and female guests. The Maiden's first cry and continued whimpering had seemed genuine. Suspicion was a continual element in Zorelle's thoughts, so dipping her finger in her water glass, she tossed a drop of water in the air where it hung suspended before her. The refractive properties of the water enhanced by magic allowed her to see the girl more clearly. Zorelle blew on the bubble, adding the magic to see through the rubber catsuit the maiden. A turn of the maidens head allowed Zorelle to see that it did not have an idendifying brand. A Spy? She smiled.
A flick of her finger and the drop, pitched towards the girl, descending upon her chest - a drop of sweat or water that would not evaporate, allowing Zorelle to track her.
"If she was a virgin, she's not one now" Catwoman mumbled to herself.
During Batgrrl's ordeal she'd been groped and rump smacked several times. Her pact with Batgrrl was the only rock in a wild sea. Zorelle's empire spread daily and Catwoman and Batgrrl knew that it would bring trouble to them sooner or later. Other than her reputation, she did not know Batgrrl that well or even her true identity.
After two hours, Batgrrl was still pinned down on a table now covered exclusively with other rubber-maidens. The rubber dolls were attracted like moths to a flame of the sexual spectacle as their programming required. Batgrrl was lapping softly at the rubber-lined vagina of a similarly clad maiden, not realizing the maidens were impregnated and permeated with sexual magic to an infectous level. Each swallow of maiden fluid enchanted Batgrrl's body, heightening her sex drive. Eventually sex would be her most compelling thought, every waking moment.
Catwoman caught herself watching Batgrrl getting flounced, and pulled her hand from her own crotch, her fingers embarrassingly wet with lubricant. Sexual energy was radiating throughout the room, infecting everyone within it walls.
Zorelle and Guests left one by one until finally Batgrrl was the last one left in the room. She rose unsteadily from the table, feeling the cramps in her muscles from her encounter, especially her sore jaw. She never suspected that she could tire out her tongue. Hers was so sore she wondered if she could talk properly. Even after sustained copulation for hours, she was still buzzing sexually. She was horny.
Catwoman, a shiny rubber-clad figure moved from behind a column, a smirk crossed her face.
"So much for being inconspicuous" She laughed and strode over to the column where Wonda Woman was bound.
Batgrrl followed, blushing at the comment. She blushed further when she realized that the sight of Catwoman's sleek glossy form in front of her stoked the fire building in her crotch.
They were astonished at the fetish spectacle Wonda Woman was. Her prodigious breasts were crowned with finger sized teats, her glossy latex skin given hues of red, white and blue, with stripes accentuating her hourglass torso. A white star encircled each of her massive breasts to the teats, the latex part of her very flesh. A single matching star was centered on the mouth of her sex and Zorelle had marked the Amazons vaginal lips so that they formed a perfect white star when she spread her legs.
Catwoman touched Wonda Woman's shoulder unsure if she was sleep or under some spell, they were unaware that the Wonda Woman they knew was locked deep inside the mind of a fetish wet nurse of epic proportions. Wonda Woman did not respond, but Catwoman felt a twinge as soon as she made contact with the rubber amazon, she felt her crotch heat and nipples itch almost immediately. She dismissed it as coincidence, not realizing the potent sexual spell Wondertits had become. They spent moments in silence examining Wonda Woman, to see what method of bondage held her. During the whole time Catwoman's hands did not break contact with Wonda Woman's exaggerated form, her probing soon turned into to stroking and petting. Batgrrl was heady, the aura of Wondertits extended several feet from her, and physical contact heightened the level of excitation. But Batgrrl in her already heated condition was breathing in the seeming intoxicating vapors emanating from the bound super-fetish Woman. Catwoman's attention was focused now towards examining the modifications to her Heroine friends body, forgetting about probing for her method of constraint. Licking her lips she touched one of Wonder's teats, in delicious awe of it's amplified size.
"Looks like a mouthful" she commented without realizing it. Batgrrl looked sheepishly at the subject of the comment, unconsciously teasing her fingertip with her tongue.
A sound, snapped them back to alertness. They stepped quickly away from Wonda Woman into the shadows, clinging to the column for cover.
After a moment of frozen silence, Catwoman whispered close to Batgrrl's ear.
"We've got to get her free and us out of here" She led Batgrrl down back towards the maidens chamber for the night. Batgrrl followed quietly, titillated by the lingering sensation of Catwoman's hand on her breast.
They bedded in a far end of the maidens chamber, thinking it safer than being found in the corridors alone. Maidens were considered playthings and it was not uncommon for a guest to have liberties with them, often found afterwards bound, gagged and dildo plugged in playful ways.
When they awoke they found themselves embracing, their legs entwined. Batgrrl even recalled a few wet dreams invading her sleep that night.
After three days they had made no progress in releasing Wonda Woman or Supergrrl - known in the castle as Wondertits and Superbaby respectively. Catwoman was worried about Batgrrl, who seemed permanently changed from her orgy ordeal the first night. Her posture was more seductive and less body conscious whilst her eyes lingered more on the bodies of the castle staff. Catwoman even caught Barbara looking at her figure in a longing way not that she blamed her, for the place was sexually intoxicating. She blushed to herself, recalling taking an opportunity pleasure herself with one of the numerous dildos in the maid's quarters, when alone. Her frustration was that they had made no progress at all in determining a way to get their friends out.
-- Catwoman's Capture
The two women made another attempt to look into Wonda Woman's physical and mental bondage. Catwoman shuddered as she found herself unashamedly tasting her fingers after probing Wonder Tit's wet vagina during the examination. It was almost like examining a human shaped rubber cow, and nothing they tried released the captive.
During the entire time they had kept their magic rubber catsuits on, finding they could perform bodily functions without removing them at all. The nipples of the heorines were constantly erect, due to the heady spells that Zorelle had applied to her slaves and those they came in contact with. Thoughts of sex made assassins stupid and easy to find.
Zorelle and her guards walked past the open doorway only a few feet away. Catwoman's gasp was cut off by a mouth covering hers as Batgrrl pulled her close and straddled her thigh. She caressed Catwoman's buttocks and body while passionately kissing her cohort in an act that would have won an award. Zorelle briefly registered the completely normal behavior of the two rubber maidens who had been left to their own devices, but she knew the true identity of the two intertwined forms. With her major enemies dealt with, she savored the plans for these two as she continued to walk down the corridor without breaking stride, smiling to herself.
Catwoman lost track of time and found herself kissing and caressing her rubber-clad cohort back with gusto. She felt the warmth of Batgrrl's body pressed against hers, and the heat of Batgrrl's sex on her leg. The smell and noises of the slippery rubber added fuel to her desire. After a few moments awash with the unbridled feelings from her contact with Batgrrl she managed to reluctantly push her away. Their gaze locked for a moment and then Catwoman looked silently at the doorway where Zorelle had been.
Confused at admitting her feelings, Catwoman quickly walked out of the room, away from Batgrrl. As she walked she glanced down upon her rubber-clad body, noticing a patch of wetness gleaming in the light upon her thigh. She wondered if she had left a similar spot on Batgrrl.
When Zorelle reached her inner chamber, she motioned to one of the head rubber-maidens, pausing to make her instructions clear. The maiden left, smiling happily at being given orders.
Batgrrl wandered the corridors too, confused and in an even more heightened state of passion from her encounter with Catwoman. Her shame was ever diminishing at her carnal thoughts about her friend. She soon found herself back in the maidens quarters, where several of the rubber women were waiting for her.
Catwoman wandered down the corridor as confused as Batgrrl, her black rubber skinsuit rippling in the half light. She was seriously considering abandoning the plan because the palace was affecting them so badly, but they had not been detected at all so far and perhaps their luck would hold out. Cats were always lucky. Without thinking, she found herself stepping into the main chamber. Her head snapped up, to see Zorelle and several of her maidens standing there.
"Ah, excellent! You, come here!" Commanded Zorelle, her gaze locked on the disguised Catwoman.
With no other option Catwoman approached to dais of the throne. Catwoman noticed that Wonda Woman, now `Wondertits' was standing before the throne demurely, unbound.
When Catwoman stopped before her, Zorelle spoke. "My little rubbermaid, I need you to see if my spell to further enhance Tits' influence has worked. Anyone in the same room as her should be horny as you are feeling now, but when in physical contact they will be on fire. When ingesting any of Wonder Tit's precious lactations or other fluids, they will be in a permanent state of be orgasmic heat." Catwoman froze. Standing next to Wondertits she had noticed that even with the fear of Zorelle before her, she was wet. She wondered what was in store for her.
"Wondertits, I want you to nurse this delicious pussy here." Before Catwoman could respond, the transformed Wonda Woman grasped her arm. The rubbermaid felt a shock that caused her to gasp. Her body was not her own, and she was unsure if she was moving of her own accord or if Wonda Woman was pulling her upon her knee.
"Yes pussy, let our wet nurse feed you." Zorelle smiled as Wondertits sat down and Catwoman slid effortlessly into her vlatex arms. The feline lady moved into position before one of Wonda Woman's prodigious Tits. The power of the spell would be irrestiable shortly after drinking Wondertits' enchanted milk. Catwoman would become a pliant sex toy, thinking and desiring nothing else than carnal pleasures.
Catwoman looked up into her wet nurse's eyes, her resistance fading fast, hoping to see some sign of resistance in the woman's placid vlatex face. Wondertits only beamed in genuine pleasure as she cradled Catwoman's body with one arm and lifted her face to her teat with the other.
Catwoman groaned as the teat approached her mouth. Her lips parted wantonly as it touched them, forced under the aura of the spell. Knowing it would probably spell her doom, Catwoman could do nothing but slide the finger sized nipple into her throat and suckle with gusto. She groaned as she felt it swell magically in her mouth, expanding to fill and extending down her throat.
The last vestiges of Catwoman's resistance were flooded as the milk enetered her system. She adored the swelling sensation of the tit filling her mouth and the warm surge of fluid she was gulping urgently from Wonda Tits' breast. She wriggled her legs up into a feotal ball, grasping and mashing the epic glossy breast to her face.
Zorelle watched, smiling, as Catwoman's cheeks puffed in and out in tempo, nursing the precious milk from Wondertits. A wave of her hand transformed Catwoman's rubber maiden outfit into a more erotic version of her original cat suit.
Wondertits held up her free hand and the rubber mitten, ringed with a frilly white rubber at the wrist, transformed before her eyes into a huge pacifier shaped dildo. Wondertits smiled and slid her transformed hand into Catwoman's sex, already drenched and dripping. Catwoman groaned with delight and moved her hips to nestle herself more firmly on the shaft plunged inside her.
Zorelle stood and laughed, leaving the captive Catwoman to receive her treatment.
-- In the city, Mandy makes some sex toys
With the help of her girlfriends pulling on both sides of the tiny vlatex suit, Mandy slid the zipper on the second black rubber fem doll up the back of its neck to the top of its head. She was glad she had drugged them both first. Now the matching shiny pair laying face down on the bed and were ready to be given their everlasting forms. In her hands she grasped the release tabs on the head of the motionless figures marked "Warning! Pull this tab to seal and begin stasis", and tore them angrily away from the rubber skin. The vlatex liquefied momentarily, erasing all traces of a zipper or seam. It was done. The two identical barbie dolls with their fat cherry lips contained her husband and his mistress, now turned into pretty vlatex sex toys. She laced electonic adjustment hoods over the glossy smooth heads of her dolls and selected suitable mindsets for them from the menu. She decided to give them full understanding of what had been done to their minds and bodies but no ability to be anything other than the simple, buxom sex toys that they were.
Months later, Mandy lay on her back in bed, smiling to herself as her two warm rubberized dolls suckled her nipples continuously with their toothless fleshy mouths. They never tired, and since they were now anatomically identical, she had lost track of which of the pets had been her unfaithful husband. It did not matter, she realized as she rolled her clitoris in slippery fingers, for she owned the willing creatures now and had no intention of returning them to the wild.
--- Batgrrls' Demise
Meanwhile.
Batgrrls resistance was already low, so it took little cajoling from the fellow rubbermaids to engage her in sex- play. Each of the maids took turns squatting on Batgrrl's face, letting her slurp unabashedly on the enchanted fluids from their sex. Zorelle's instructions were clear, even to the point of positioning the ravaged Batgrrl where the cameras would get the best picture.
--
Later that evening, just before prime time, everything was in place. Zorelle watched as her servants assisted the camera crew for Fetishgirl. The display would be a double surprise for her subjects and she was certain it would further quench any resistance from them. She would soon demonstrate the downfall, humiliation and failure of yet another pair of super heroines. The director confirmed that the two remote camera crews were in place and ready.
She noted with a smirk the effort it took to wean Catwoman away from Wondertits. The spell had worked almost too well in overcoming the hapless rubber-clad girl. Zorelle had a tiny soft spot for Catwoman, mainly because of her good taste in costumes. She smiled even more at the new names she came up with for the two bungling heroines and spent the remainder of the day researching and crafting a special spell for the two of them. It would prove to be quite a spectacle to watch.
But first she wanted to take time to humiliate them. Her instructions to Fetishgirl were to drag it out and make the entire scene as humiliating as possible. She allowed the rubberized announcer to see the videotapes of the heroines movements from the first day of detection.
Batgrrl awoke from an exhausted slumber and rose from her cot, still sore from her liason with the rubbermaids. The sexplay had lasted for hours and the chamber was empty. As she started for the door, she did not think it strange that she was still horny. The servants were engaged in their dusk activities had she been slurping that long? The warmth in her crotch rose as she recalled her wild participation in sex acts she only heard of and many she had not. The thought of her last contact with Catwoman popped into her mind, her own wetness after the brief encounter and the mark of Catwoman's crotch on her thigh swam lustily through her brain. She continued to wander the corridors, heading for the throne room as planned, not taking note that they were unusually empty.
Televisions around the Kingdom displayed the opening sequence to the Fetishgirl show, them the image faded to a rubber-clad woman wandering pensively down a stone corridor. Fetishgirls' voice narrated.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a special double treat tonight that you're going to enjoy. Even as we speak, the first of our special guests is heading our way. Let's give her a big round of applause!". On cue, Batgrrl entered the spotlit main chamber to see Zorelle and her court waiting for her like a studio audience.
The stunned Batgrrl barely noticed the two guards take her arms and lead her to the impromptu stage set before the throne throne. Her mind dizzied as she was lead before Zorelle.
"Thank you pleasuring us with your company, Rubberslut. Please, please get comfortable." Zorelle gestured to a chair that seemed to be sculpted of golden cord, centered in the stage area. The guards lead her to the chair and strapped her in with golden buckles and mesh before her befuddled brain finally pieced together her plight.
"Oh, Gosh!" She exclaimed
"Oh my, indeed" commented the glistening Fetishgirl. "..And you are?"
As that moment she realized she was strapped into a chair made of lengths of Wonda Woman's golden lasso of Truth. Her mouth blurted out the truth.
"Mm, I'm Batgrrl"
Zorelle waved her hand and Batgrrl's rubber-maiden costume transformed into a more erotic version of her Batgrrl costume, a one piece bootsuit of black and gold vlatex, super shiny in the strong camera light.
The court gasped at the revelation, along with the TV audience.
"Hello Batgrrl, what brings you to the castle?" Fetishgirl queried her guest.
"Catwoman and I are planning to free Wonda Woman and Supergrrl, but things do not seem to be working out."
Before we get into that, let's talk about you and find out your secrets." Turning to the camera Fetishgirl spoke to the audience.
"Another first for tonight is our special `Pussy cam and Titty cam' so we can watch our guests privates closely. I hear she gets quite horny at times." On that cue, Batgrrl's costume changed, opening at the crotch and breasts, leaving privates bare and in plain sight. The chair had her legs spread so her sex was in plain view of the audience. Batgrrl could see on the monitor that the corners of the screen now showed close- ups of her crotch and tits, along with the look of confused despair on her face.
"Well Batgrrl, now that everyone can see your pussy properly, tell us who you really are. Who is Batgrrl?"
"I am Barbara Gordon, daughter of Gotham's Chief of Police" heard her own voice say as her lips moved.
"Wow! What a revelation! Your Father is the Chief of Police! Do you still attend Gotham University?"
"Yes" She answered demurely.
Batgrrl's outfit changed again to the uniform of Gotham University, but fashioned in glistening rubber. The white rubber blouse with puffed sleeves was open and stretched around her bare breasts. Her plaid latex mini-skirt was hiked up and buckled in place to her attached pinafore, exposing her pantyless crotch at all times. Her feet were clad in white rubber bobby socks, frilled at the top to match the dainty white wristlet gloves she wore over her hands. She was fitted with six inch heeled ankle boots in shiny black, sealed onto her arched feet with no zipper or laces to allow removal. Her hair and makeup was fixed to make her look very much the innocent schoolgirl despite her tits and crotch showing.
"I guess your school chums must be pretty shocked to find that their pretty classmate is a heroine and a slut" smiled Fetishgirl.
"I'm not a slut!" She exclaimed, for she truly believed it.
"Well, you have had sex, haven't you?"
"Yes" She replied.
"With more than one boy?"
"Yes.."
"At once?"
"Yes, but that was recently here at a party"
"Oh, so you're just a party slut then?"
"No, it was not my fault, I was in disguise"
"Well, before we get to that, lets talk about your sex life before you came in the castle" Fetishgirl smiled at her pun.
"How, many boys did you sleep with in school?"
"Well, two"
"Just two?"
"Yes"
"Did you give them head?"
"No!"
"Um, pretty boring, Batgrrl, how often do you play with yourself?"
"Oh, one or twice a week"
"Use anything like a vibrator or cucumber?"
"No, I do like to take my horse for a trot and rub myself up against the saddle horn."
"Oh, so you like to play with your pony?"
"Yes"
"Well, It's time for a commercial break. Stay tuned! Well have more smut on this slut when we return." Fetishgirl finished, leaving the stage to approach Zorelle.
Batgrrl could do nothing. The golden lasso chair ensured she could not move unless instructed to do so. She wondered about the whereabouts of Catwoman but soon became more worried about herself as she watched Fetishgirl and Zorelle conferring, nodding in her direction. She watched, afraid, as Zorelle drew in her power for a spell.
Fetishgirl returned to her seat as the countdown from the commercial break approached zero.
"This is going to be a treat, sweetie" she smiled at Batgrrl
"Well, were back ladies and gentlemen! Batgrrl, who is really the Cynthia Wayne College slut was just about to tell us how she liked to masturbate on horseback. Is that right Batslut?"
"Yes, but.."
"I bet you get all wet just thinking about horseback riding, and rubbing that sweet pussy of yours against the saddle, eh?"
"Yes, I do"
"I think the audience would like you to show us how you do that. Queen Zorelle has graciously prepared the incantation to make it possible."
Zorelle swept her hand and the room seemed to flash. Batgrrl found herself standing in a studio with a outdoor backdrop, wearing a riding outfit that was made of gossamer thin rubber. Her tight red latex blouse with built in gloves had rubber frills hanging down from her neck, a transparent garment through which her erect nipples could easily be seen. Equally transparent tan latex jodphurs sheathed her sleek legs, not doing anything to hide her denuded pussy lips squashed wetly up against the material at her crotch. Knee high ebony stiletto riding boots and a black rubber ponytail hood completed the neat riding ensemble. A prop horse was behind her, next to a comically rendered stable.
Fetishgirl, standing next to her, turned Barbara towards a screen like device, a teleprompter.
"Just read the teleprompter, do what it says and you'll be smashing!", giggled the shiny reporter.
Batgrrl's gaze hit the teleprompter screen and her eyes immediately locked onto it. Entranced, she could not turn away from the screen no matter how she tried thanks to the powerful spell Zorelle had cast upon it. She felt an irresistable urge to follow the script she was reading, magic words that were etching themselves into her thinking. Equestrian Batgrrl froze for a moment, but began to act as the teleprompter screen scrolled more instructions into the head of the unwilling actress.
{{Smile sweetly}} "Hello everyone, I'm Barbara Gordon, also known as Batgrrl. I'd like to show you may favorite form of masturbation on horseback, if you please." {{Curtsey}}
"First, my favourite outfit for riding masturbation is this - crotchless rubber riding pants, and matching rubber top. The material is tight and clingy, keeping me in the saddle when I'm riding. It also makes for easy clean-up when I am all wet after a hard ride" {{Gesture towards the stable boy, handing him the riding crop, let him help you on the horse}}
As she mentioned the word crotchless, the material at her crotch shimmered away conveniently. She passed the riding crop over and turned to the prop horse, pretty eyes widening at the sight of a dildo mounted upright on the saddle just an inch or so from the horn.
{{Climb up and stand in the saddle. Do not sit yet}} Even with her eyes off the teleprompter, she was still somehow compelled to follow its instructions. She put one foot in the stirrup and allowed herself to be lifted into the saddle by the stable boy. The lad supported her unconventionally by cupping her exposed crotch with his hand.
{{Turn towards the camera}} "Well a good saddle like this one is properly equipped for such a ride. A good firm dildo keeps me in the saddle and satisfied. {{Lubricate. Carefully mount yourself on the dildo }}. I'm always wet!" {{Slide onto the dildo and groan. Rock your hips back and forth, then fully seat yourself}}
Batgrrl groaned, rocking herself on the girth of the dildo. She was so close to the saddle horn that it rubbed her clitoris, further exciting her.
"Oh, yes! Let me ride" {{Rock the pony rocker back and forth, getting hotter and wetter as you ride. Groan throughout}}
The camera widened to show a rubber clad Batgrrl riding the prop-pony, rocking it back and forth. The camera angle changed to show a closeup of the stem of the dildo entering her sex, glistening from her excitement.
"Oh, little pony, come on, oh, pony come on, oh, oh, oh!" She recited the teleprompter's dialog with fervor.
{{Gyrate your hips, sliding up and down the dildo, start slowly then increase speed as you climax}}
"Oh, yes, fuck me pony, fuck me, yes, yes, oh, yes, I'm cuming, I'm cumming, like a good girl, daddy's girl, {{Cum}} yes, yes, ahhh, yes"
{{Settle atop the dildo, groaning. Slide your fingers into your sex to gather as much of your juices as you can and lick them from your fingers}}
"Oh my, that was a good ride!"
{{Stable boy approaches. Slide yourself slowly up off the dildo. He helps you down}}
"Oh, parting is such sweet sorrow!"
Batgrrl swung her leg over the dildo crowned saddle and faced the stable boy easing her to the ground.
"Well, thank you stable boy, my momma always said to thank the help" {{Look at the stable boy in a slutty way}}
"I would like to reciprocate for the `service' you gave me, and service you in return" {{Unzip the stable boys pants and get on your knees}}
{{Pull the stable boy's erect cock into your hands}}
Mm, mm. Nothing's more satisfying than a stiff dick after a hard ride"
{{Take his cock into your mouth and give him a deep throat blowjob, groaning throughout like a slut}}
{{Stable boy cums, showering Batgrrls lips and chin with his cum}} "Oh yes, cum for me boy"
{{Wipe the cum from your chin with your finger then lick it off, smiling at the camera}}
"Mm, mm...Good!"
{{Stand then look ashamed}}
"Well, I must confess I am a bit ashamed that I've pleasured myself with all you watching. I feel I should be punished!" {{She hands the stable boy the riding crop and turns, spreading her prone rump towards the camera, her wet sex swelling between her parted legs}}
"Stable boy, please do me the honor of ten lashes. Make them good! I have been a bad, bad girl!"
{{Stable boy smacks Batgrrls behind ten times. Batgrrl yelps at each one in a provocative manner, wiggling her rump throughout, but overall enjoying it}}
-- Equestrian Batgrrl takes a pony ride
Batgrrl found herself back on the interview stage, held in the golden lasso chair.
"Well, Batslut, that was quite a demonstration! You seemed to enjoy blowing that Stable boy - it made you hot, didn't it?"
"Yes" The golden lasso of truth compelled her to confess.
"So how many times did you masturbate on your pony? Every time you went riding alone, I bet!"
"Well, almost"
"Mmm, I bet you wish your saddle had a dildo like that one, eh?"
"I never thought of that" she confessed
"Well, your experience up till now is pretty limited, but you've had more fun since you came to the castle haven't you?"
"Yes"
"Tell us about it"
Batgrrl demurely described in shocking detail her exploits in the castle, while images of her taped performances were played for the audience. As she ended her narration, the image cut to her father and mother, sitting at home, a Fetishgirl camera crew on scene.
"Well, Batgrrl we've cut live to your parents, who can tell us what they think about you lying about your identity, fighting criminals, humping yourself on horseback, sucking off the hired help, eating out numerous sluts in the castle. Oh, and let's not forget Catwoman! You like her too, don't you?"
"Yes" tears streamed down her face.
"You want to go down on Catwoman don't you?"
"Yes, She's very pretty"
"Look at your wet pussy and hard nipples. You're just hot about the thought of her. Hotter than a pony ride eh?"
The pussy cam showed the gleam of wetness sliding down the lips of Batgrrl's sex. Her nipples were standing proudly erect on her heavy tits, tenting the filmy latex of her blouse. Fetishgirl spanked Batgrrl's sex with her riding crop. Batgrrl yelped.
"You like that eh? Kinda turns you on? Imagine it is Catwoman spanking your pussy, asking you to go for a pony ride" Fetishgirl started spanking Batgrrl's crotch, the former Gotham City heroine yelping in tempo. After a few moments, a drop of lubrication dripped from her mound.
"She is soaked down there folks. Well Mom and Dad, what do you think of your superslut daughter?"
Commissioner Gordon was a strict man and in high office, so the shock of all the revelations was too much. He hated Zorelle, but was angry and humiliated by his daughter. Before his wife could speak in her daughters defense, he shouted at the camera.
"You lying slut, I'm ashamed of you. You're not my daughter!" The camera cut back to the studio before he could say more. The parents would not be asked any more questions.
"She's not through slutting yet, Dad" Fetishgirl cooed. "Batslut, what do you think now?"
"I'm so ashamed, I can't believe what I did. I'm so sorry, I never want to do it again.." she broke down crying.
"Yeah, I would be mad too dad to learn your daughter is a slut, now we know she got turned on every time you spanked her!"
"Poor, Poor Batgrrl, maybe your friend can cheer you up?"
Batgrrl looked up, still whimpering, to see Catwoman mince towards her. She was in an outfit that was a mix between her Catwoman outfit and the rubber-maidens suit, with cat tail and ears but skintight, showing her privates and erect nipples. Catwoman stepped in front of Batgrrl and uncoiled her whip from around her waist.
"I know, I know sweetie, punishment can be harsh" said Catwoman, taking her whip and using it on Barbara's proffered breasts. Batgrrl whimpered and shouted while Catwoman whipped and slapped her breasts and crotch, making the deep fire in Barbaras crotch rise. The pussy cam showed the lips of her sex slick with her juices through her transparent rubber panties. The whipping was turning her on.
Catwoman straddled the chair thrusting her crotch into Batgrrl's face.
"You want to lick me, slut?"
"Oh, yes!"
"You want to be bad, don't you? This is turning you on?"
"Yes!"
Catwoman pushed her sex against Batgrrl's mouth, and soon the helpless girl was slurping nosily away. Batgrrl's garb changed back to the rubber maiden version of her costume, showing the spectacle of the two rubber-clad women enjoying themselves.
After moments, Fetishgirl broke them apart. She handed Batgrrl an enchanted pacifier and spoke.
"Go sit over there and play with your pacifier, while we talk to Catwoman. You promise not to run away and do as your told?" Queried Fetishgirl
"Yes" Batgrrl responded. She did not realize that the lasso of truth would make her keep her that promise.
"Good now go over to the couch and sit down. Be sure to keep your pussy nice and wet as we are not done with it yet!" Batgrrl rose on command and sat on the pink PVC guest couch, spreading her legs, stroking herself and sucking on the penis shaped pacifier given to her. She watched, distracted, as Catwoman took the golden lasso seat.
-- Catwomans' Confession and Transformation
"Now, Catwoman, I must say you got me started in rubber catsuits when I was a girl. Tell us who you really are"
Catwoman was still in a permanent state of sexual intoxication from the enchanted fluids imbibed from Wonda Woman, so her resistance was nearly diminished. The golden lasso chair needed to work very little to fully open her to compulsion.
"I'm Carla Resse, secretary to the CEO of Axis Chemicals"
"Wow! Catwoman, our fetish superheroine is a plain sex-a- tary! Have you ever done your boss?"
Catwomans outfit dissolved for a minute into to a black rubber minidress showing too much clevage.
"No, never"
The minidress flowed over her body and the chair, setting solid. Just her eyes and mouth were free.
"I'm sure he's tried"
Yes, I've caught him looking, but I hate men in general"
"Oh, I see. A tease. So you like girls"
"Yes, some" Catwoman smiled. The black rubber dissolved, leaving her in a frilly pink latex maids costume.
"Like Batgrrl"
"Yeah, she's a sweet young thing"
"Your parents alive?"
"No, both dead"
"Oh. So sorry folks, no reaction from her parents!"
"So you and her tried to save Supergrrl and Wondertits eh?"
"Yes"
"You no doubt watched what happened to them?"
"Yes". Catwoman's costume returned to its original cat-eared form, but in sleek black rubber.
"Tell me - what was your favorite thing about what happened to them."
"I like how that righteous bitch Supergrrl got her come- uppance. Super-brat is a fitting role for her. Miss Never- did-anything-wrong now wets her pants and I like that. Miss Tell-everyone-what-to-do Wonda Woman was given the perfect makeover as that matronly Wondertits wet nurse." "You got some wet nursing yourself from Wondertits huh?"
"Yes, it was delicious"
"So why did you choose the name, Catwoman? Do you think of yourself as some kind of super pussy?"
"My pussy is exceptional, and my power did come from cats." Catwoman shrugged.
"Oh, an exceptional pussy? You had others tell you?"
"Yes, most men say my cunt is hot and tight. They love it!"
"What is your favorite position?"
"Well, animal style, from behind, because my pussy just seems to pop out between my legs. It really turns men on!"
"So right now what is your sexual fantasy?"
"To go down on repressed Batgrrl and give her a tongue lashing"
"You want to lick her sweet pussy eh?"
"Mmm"
"Well, Empress Zorelle has a special place for you in the castle, something I'm sure you'll enjoy!"
With that comment, Zorelle walked up to Catwoman and waved her hand. Catwoman was thrust upon the floor on all fours.
Zorelle laughed.
"I do have a special place for you here Catwoman. For you to be suitable for that place I must improve your feline persona in a more permanent way!"
Catwoman's body was stilled as Zorelle began her incantation. Slowly, Catwoman's body began to change. Her rubber suit sank into her skin, bonding with it. Her ears slid up higher on her head and took the shape and position of the original ears of her costume. Her costume tail changed too, becoming a part of her body, tipped by a knobbled dildo at the end. Her green eyes widened at the realization of what was being done to her, and stuck there, sclupted in large, pretty almond shapes.
Oh please, no! Not a pet! She gasped as her mouth began to form into a vertical pussy, a feature that would match her button nose when it was completed. I do amythim...I...mmm... meow...I...meeeeow.
Her torso stretched slightly make her seem more feline, and finally her pussy swelled into huge, puffy lips, bulging even more from between her legs, enhancing the shape of the tight rounded halves of her vagina to obscene proportions. Catwoman arched her back and howled, her slippery, rubberized red tongue with a penis tip sticking out a handspan from her mouth. Her hands and feet had become useless paws, sealed forever in black gloss.
Zorelle, stopped her incantation and flicked her wrist, causing a gleaming chrome leash with a diamond studded collar to appear in her hand.
"Here Pussy" Zorelle's finger beckoned the transformed Catwoman. The feline form slinked obediently toward Zorelle on all fours, its rubberized body rippling in the torchlight.
As Zorelle fastened the collar around Catwoman's slim neck, the camera zoomed in to show the name `Pussy' inscribed in diamonds. Pussy was Zorelles latest edition to her super heroine menagerie.
Catwoman merely licked her hand, outwardly oblivious to how her new life differed from her old, but inwardly screaming at her inability to do anything at all as a human again.
Zorelle lead her new pet over towards the couch to Batgrrl.
Without prompting, the super sexed, transformed feline began licking Batgrrls' crotch. The camera panned in, showing Pussys eight inch dildo tongue lashing into Batgrrl sex, who moaned in passion at her cohorts ministrations.
"That's all for tonight folks! The score is Superhero's, zero, Zorelle four! If any other super pussies want to come down here to become a humanimal, theyre welcome! Good night!"
-- Batgrrl Becomes a Sex Star
The camera and lights were turned off, and Fetishgirl rose and talked to Zorelle. After a few moments, Zorelle's eyebrows peaked.
"What an excellent suggestion Fetishgirl! Yes, yes, I will make the proper arrangements. You shall have her as long as her entertainment and humiliation value exists. It will be another way to break the will of those who oppose me! Shall we make the show weekly?"
Fetishgirl beamed. "Yes, I am brimming with ideas, my Queen! In fact, I'm thinking of naming the show `The Adventures of Bungling Batgrrl!'"
Zorelle laughed and turned to Fetishgirl. It seemed very apt, especially in relation to Batgrrl's escapades which had led to her and Catwoman's capture.
"The spell on the teleprompter will remain, but be warned: It will compel anyone who gazes it when it displays the first `Obey Me!' words in the script, which must, of course, be in the first line to guaranteed proper compunction. Only once the slave has seen the first line may you unzip her rubber restraints. Fetishgirl, I am impressed with you. Keep up the good work and you may avoid the fate of your predecessor!"
Zorelle stroked her chin in thought.
"Hmm...what to do with the bungling girl when she's not performing? We want to leave her as wholesome as possible for the full effect." She snapped her fingers.
"Batgrrl come here!"
Batgrrl rose immediately at the spell of Zorelle's command. Since she had no special powers other than martial arts training, she was as susceptible as anyone to magical compunction.
Zorelle waved her hand up over Barbara who was still sucking on the pacifier. The girl's body shimmered and her clothes changed until she was wearing a schoolgirl uniform - a white blouse and plaid skirt, but made of rubber. The blouse was nearly transparent, easily allowing everyone to see her breasts and erect nipples. Her skirt was made of plaid patterned rubber, barely covering her rump and the heavily frilled, pink crotchless panties she wore beneath. Her feet were clad in six inch heeled white Patton pumps, with white rubber baby-doll socks complete with lace trim. Matching white rubber wrist gloves with frilled edgings finished the look.
Zorelle twirled a finger in the transformed girls' pigtailed hair, decorated with pretty white latex bows. The spell would maintain her appearance perfectly. She held her chin pulling her eyes to hers. Zorelle spoke
"From now on you are Barbie Gordon, a sweet little horny school girl. Your pretty little head is filled with nothing but idle, silly thoughts, no matter how hard you try to think about the complex things. You will study from your primers daily, and be punished if you don't learn! Of course you'll have daily pony rides. I expect you to be seen and not heard. Also you will have a weekly TV show all-your-own in which you will try your hardest to be the best little actress and make your daddy proud, do you understand?"
"Yes" Batgrrl replied with a glazed look.
"Good now call me Auntie Zorelle"
"Yes, Auntie!"
With a gesture of her hand, a baby bottle and a penis shaped lollipop appeared in Batgrrls hands. She looked at them with shock.
"How old are your dear?"
"Um, 26 Auntie!"
"Now sweet Barbie, I want you to drink from that bottle, it's warm fluid will nourish your body, and transform it into a into the young tight body of a 17 year old. Of course there will be some major differences you will have nice full tits. We want them nice and big and slutty for your show. You will be ever so proud of them, won't you?"
"Oh, Yes! Auntie, big tits would be nice" Barbie spouted, wanting so much to please Auntie Zorelle.
"Now, the sweet lollipop is magic too. It will make you eternally horny, and in combination of the magic milk, preserve your sweet body in pristine condition. You will be a virgin every morning and a slut every night." Zorelle smiled
"Oh, thank you Auntie Zorelle!"
"Yes, well perhaps when I tire of you, you will be useful as a castle slut. Male diplomats like young girls, even if you are a woman turned into one. Now, go over there and play with my new pussycat."
The transformed Batgrrl skipped over to where Pussy was helplessly preening herself. She grabbed the leash and pulled the glossy human feline over to the edge of the throne pedestal. She began to stroke the shiny femanimal and blithely licked her dildo-pop.
-- Barbie gets a pet pussy
Three days went by during which bungling Barbie - aka Batgrrl and her pet pussycat were seen around castle, playing and petting. Many times Pussy was a naughty cat, licking between Batgrrls legs with her elongated tongue and purring until Barbie came. The glossy schoolgirl could not remember where the buxom cat had come from but did not care as long as it ate her out when she pulled on its leash.
Barbie enjoyed her pony rides too, with a real pony and her special saddle. Sometimes the handsome stable boy would trick her into licking his lollipop, which he kept in his rubber pants. He would lick her in the same place even though her lollipop wasn't there.
-- The Adventures of Bungling Batgrrl
Fetishgirl and her crew had set up a studio in a large barn on the castle grounds. Finally the preparations were ready and the script prepared for the debut of the weekly serial show planned by Fetishgirl and Zorelle. It would be broadcast throughout the kingdom and sure to be seen by everyone. Televisions across the kingdom switched on automatically and it was required for all subjects to watch Zorelle's ordained broadcasts. Usually, the broadcasts were announcements of Zorelle's latest conquered lands, accompanied by public tortures and humiliations. Fetishgirls show would be the first scripted show ever aired and hopefully a success.
Batgrrl was summoned earlier that day to prepare for the show. Many of the props and sets were magical and could take the required appearance and shape at will. Batgrrl was dressed in her rubber schoolgirl uniform as usual, and the magic fluid of the baby bottle had swelled her breasts, giving her large tits that pressed tightly against the thin white rubber confines of her blouse. Her already excellent complexion was enchanted, her skin smooth and tight and seemed to glow. The magic milk and dildo lollipop were doing their work. Her body would be shaped and improved with each lick, locking her in a state of perpetual virginal beauty.
The TV's across the kingdom, lit-up with the Fetishgirl banner across the screen.
-- Bungling Batgrrl at school
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new and exciting event tonight which you're sure to love. Queen Zorelle has ordained the creation of a weekly TV series which debuts tonight! One hour of fun, excitement, adventure, humiliation and plenty of sex! Our show is The Adventures of Bungling Batgrrl Starring Barbara Gordon as herself, a timid yet horny college girl by day and a rubber clad do-gooder by night who tries to spoof crime and corruption. She does the best she can using her T & A, and that's NOT her talent and ability!"
{{Opening scene the Headmaster office of Gotham University, the Headmaster is sitting at his desk, staring at nothing. He gasps and balls his hands into fists. A muffled female moan is heard. The camera pans down the front of the desk to reveal the heels of black patent pumps sticking out from under the desk.}}
The camera cuts to an above shot showing the back of a blond girl's head between the Headmasters legs. She is blowing him as he tips his head back, moaning.
Inside her head Batgrrl blushed, torn between knowing that her performance was
being seen by everyone in the kingdom, yet compelled by the teleprompter to give
head. Worse, the script writer had added feeling through prompts to the dialog,
compelling Batgrrl to truly enjoy it' and she strives to do better while her
wet pussy fills her rubber panties with excited lubricant'.
Gosh, this is a terrible nightmare, she thought, but it was immediately smothered by a programmed thought from the teleprompter. Maybe I can take him deeper... washed through her mind and she did so.
Outwardly her movements and acting did not show her inner turmoil and she serviced the Headmaster with fervor, finally getting him off and filling her stomach with his seed.
{{She licks the headmaster clean, smiling with satisfaction}}
"Well, Sir Headmaster, do I get an `A' now?" Barbara queried demurely.
"Well, I'll change your D' to a C'. If you want an A' I need to get some A'
he smiled.
"But, I really need an `A'" she pouted.
The Headmaster slid his hand up her thigh, fingering her pussy under the skin tight plaid rubber mini-skirt.
"Please don't do that Headmaster. I am eternally horny" Barbie confesses.
"And what a nice `A' you have...and can have."
{{Barbara, holds her finger to her mouth looking confused at the proposition}}
"Well, okay, but not too hard. I have to improve my grade in PE too!"
{{Barbara turns facing the desk and bends over, her rubber mini-skirt barely covering her bottom. She slides it up smoothly to expose her glistening sex to the headmaster, the nude lips of her vagina squashed attractively up against her tight, transparent latex panties}}
{{The Headmaster peels her panties off roughly and she yelps with delight as he strokes her well rounded buttocks. He smiles and places the head of his penis up to her anus and slides straight in.}}
"Oh, Headmaster sir, that's not my vagina!" {{Barbara announces, surprised, but does not move}}
"We did agree your A' for an `A' dear, eh?" the Headmaster smirked.
"Oh, yes, well okay" Barbara reluctantly acquiesced, pushing her rump higher for a better position. Her eyes widened as she felt the girth of the Headmasters massive penis.
"Oh, it so huge " {{she groans}} "Oh, it's filling me up, Oh, gosh!"
"Youre so tight my dear. You've never had it this way before?" The Headmaster queried, beginning the pump her.
"No, never just heard about it. Oh! It feels nice" {{Batgrrl realizes that she likes the Headmasters huge cock in her ass, she becomes wetter and wetter with her juices running down her legs. She moans, Fuck!, Fuck!, Fuck!}}
"Fuck!, Fuck!, Fuck!" She cried aloud, her rebellion replaced by helpless thoughts of how much she was enjoying it.
{{The Headmaster climaxes spewing his load onto her rump. She swipes his eruption across her buttocks and licks her hand.}}
"Oh, my. That felt good, but now I'm more horny than ever!"
"I have no more time for you. I have a lecture to give in five minutes. Go, I will consider your grade"
"Consider? But, but!" She stuttered, aghast.
"As I said, I'll see you again tomorrow and the next day. You will need daily tutelage to bring your grade up, perhaps till the end of the quarter, even if it means your ass is stretched to the point of incontinence. Now go young lady!"
{{Batgrrl leaves the Headmaster's office saddened but still horny and pouting}}
"No! Tutoring until the end of the quarter!" She cried to herself as she walked gingerly down the hall.
{{A group of girls notice her walk by and comment snidely, laughing.}}
"Did you manage to blow your way to a `B' Barbie?"
{{Barbara keeps walking without comment her head bowed}}
The scene cuts to Barbies class, the camera panning across the students to settle on Barbie, who has a hand down between her legs.
"Oh, I'm so horny" she whispers as the camera pans down below her desk to show fingers stroking her wet sex. Her eyes close as she begins to lose herself to her stroking.
The teacher continues lecturing until she hears a moan, getting louder and louder and a giggle from other students. Barbie is unaware of all eyes on her and continues to stroke herself with gusto, stifling her moans. Miss Thorns ruler strikes Barbies desk with a loud bang, making the oversexed student jump.
"Barbie!" the teacher sternly shouts.
Yes Miss Thorn!"
"What are you doing, moaning in class like a cow? Are you ill!?"
"Well, um no Miss Thorn" Barbie replies pulling her wet fingers to her lips.
Miss Thorn looks down at Barbie over the top of her glasses a slight smile crosses her face.
"Well then, maybe you can catch up on the lecture you missed after class today!"
"Oh, yes, Miss Thorn" Barbie replies demurely
The class laughs and Miss Thorn returns to the blackboard. The scene cuts to the class as the bell rings signaling the end of the day. Last to leave, Barbie clutches her books to her chest and begins to head to the door.
"Barbie!" Miss Thorn shouts, sitting on the edge of the desk.
Barbie freezes and turns to walk to Miss Thorn. Miss Thorn raises her eyebrow and waits, patting her hand with the ruler.
"So you think you can pet yourself in my class eh?"
"What oh, no mam!, I wouldn't, I.."
"Lift your skirt!"
"Ah, but.."
"Turn and lift your skirt now!" Miss Thorn stood and smacked Barbie on her rump, landing a solid hit.
Barbie yelped. Miss Thorn spread the girls legs slightly, locking her knees and lifted her skirt above her sex. Her transparent panties were literally swimming with lubricant, her swollen pussy lips pressed close against the sheer material. "Just as I thought, you horny slut! I should send you to the principal and you will be expelled!"
"Please, please Miss Thorn, I don't know what happened. I mean, I've been so...horny lately. Please don't expell me! I'll do anything, make-up work, stay late and work very hard, anything, I promise! please!"
Miss Thorn considered her pleas with a bemused smile. She stood close to Barbie, placing a hand on her exposed sex.
"Well then our horny cow. Next class you will wear the rubber cow suit I give you and stand in the corner facing the class for the full hour. We will keep this incident today between us girls, but we can't have you go through make-up work distracted, can we?"
Barbie made a doleful look, not knowing what Miss Thorn meant.
Miss Thorn began to stroke Barbies' sex. Barbie began to moan and in no time they were locked in a sixty-nine embrace, with the pretty school mistress on top...
--
Barbie was late for physical education.
"Barbie! Youre late! Class is over everyone is in the showers already!" Coach skinner shouted.
"I'm sorry coach, but Miss Thorn had me..." She flushed.
"No doubt you were distracted in her class too! I think I'm going to hold you back a semester." Growled the teacher.
"Oh, no! Coach Skinner I'll make it all up I promise! I can't be held back. Please coach, I'll do anything!"
Skinner eyed Barbies form, raising an eyebrow.
"Well there is one thing you can do that may bring up your grade. But it requires real dedication"
"Oh, I'll do it coach, I'll be good at it I promise, just give me a chance!" pleaded Barbie.
"The team needs a new mascot. The old one was good but she went flat, literally deflated."
"You do you mean coach?" Barbie queried innocently.
"You could be the team mascot for the remainder of the season. If you perform well I will give you a passing grade in the class"
"But wasn't the old mascot a...a...a..."
"...yes, it was a blow-up sex doll. We will have to make you look the same. At least you will be lucky enough to be able to move around the last girl who took the job couldnt move her plastic, inflated body at all once the sorcery class had botched their spell on her!
"Ah, but.." Barbie stammered.
"What, no team spirit? Im sorry Barbie, you fail physical education. Try again next semester." The coach turned to walk away.
"Wait coach! I'll do it!" Barbie cried, depressed at how low she had sunk. "Today is not my day" she commented to hereself.
"Okay, come to my office now and well get you outfitted
Barbie emerged from the office looking totally nude, when in reality she was zippered into a clear silicone skinsuit that made her gleam like a vinyl skinned sex doll. Her hair was in ponytails on either side of her head and her exposed breasts bulged from a special push-up bra. She looked naked except for white patent go-go boots and a white rubber string thong. Her face was made up with bright red lipstick, her cheeks specially highlighted with rose spots to mimic the cheap make-up of a sex doll. The coach added the finishing touch by writing `Knockers' across the top of Barbie's ample chest - her new mascot name.
The coach had Barbie practice drills for 2 hours, jumping and stomping tailoring her motion to get her boobs to jiggle in a provocative manner, assuring her new name was known all over campus.
--
All the studio crew had gone home for the evening, and as usual, Barbie stared obediently at the teleprompter that had dictated her life for the past few months. She focussed on the word that had been left on the screen for her during the night and orgasmed continuously in her rubber school uniform. {{cum...cum...cum}}.
Suddenly, some strange words came up on the display. {{Remember what you came here for. You are Batgrrl. Look away from this screen and ignore all further compulsions. Go free, quickly}}
Batgrrl had an ally in the castle. The adult rubber schoolgirl raced from the room, her pigtails flying. She would return to the Batcave and recover, perhaps finding time to develop a new rescue plan.
-- The Dip
Midas peered at the smooth onyx colored surface of the dip tank, assessing the status of the enchanted liquid. At his humble suggestion, Zorelle had created a tank of liquid vlatex rubber for him to use in his work, giving it powerful properties. The tank would remain magical provided it was replenished every day by absorbing the body of a captive. Thanks in part to her world conquests, Zorelle ensured there was an endless supply.
Midas was a warlock of small ability but huge artistic talent with a fetish bend that aligned him to Zorelle. His early sculptures made of rubber encased captives were exotic and dark, posing bodies in impossible positions of bondage and extremity for eternity. After years of study and experimenting he made the final pitch to Zorelle, who granted his request without hesitation.
The result was the dip, a huge vat of black liquid that would convert the molecules of any living body into magical vlatex. Different effects could be achieved by controlling how much or for how long the subject was dipped. After exactly one hour, a body would be completely converted into a shiny black rubber doll that had to be lifted out immediately before it dissipated into the solution. If left much longer than the hour, a rubber slave would dissipate helplessly into the solution, soon to become a sentinent part of the next victim.
Midas had perfected the process so he could create a menagerie of forms and shapes for aesthetic and functional use. Dipping for a half hour made the victims body pliant, allowing him to shape and reform the flesh. He had a series of shiny black coated females with eight inch wasp waists, long legs with dainty heeled feet, bubble butt cheeks and impossible breasts, each built to such precise standards that they were identical. He could completely rearrange the mass of a body, moving rubberflesh from one area of the body to another to achieve his desired shape. He had an entire series of moulds in which he would immediately clamp his victim after dipping to reform them. Most often his victims had the same face he had come to favor.
A short dip would leave victims with a permanent skin of super smooth gleaming black rubber, still able to function and walk. A slightly longer dip gave the victims a deeper rubberization, making them helpless and less responsive as their internal organs and muscles were converted to living vlatex. Experimentation led him to dip everything but the heads of victims leaving them with completely rubberized barbie-like doll bodies from the neck down, a feature Zorelle favored for more extreme punishments.
The dip also made their bodies extremely pliant, allowing them to stretch, expand and fold like rubber. Midas found he could stretch the limbs easily, contorting them helplessly into impossible positions and mounting the the twisted, sculptured black forms atop rods and columns of epic proportions. He dipped special victims for a half hour at the waist so that they could accommodate huge objects or be twisted into functional items like lamps, footstools and chairs whilst still retaining the beauty of their upper torso, albeit restrained by tight shiny costume. One of his favourite full body dips was the hand crafted rubber saddles he made, folding arms and legs, and subtly arching the back to provide a comfortable seat for the rider.
The bodies came from the dip warm and pliant, with a silly putty consistency, which hardened somewhat over time. He could use molds or even air to inflate breasts or rumps to bulbous proportions.
He molded hands, heads and feet into spheres, allowing the interlocking of two or more bodies bodies by inserting the fist or foot globe into the orifice of another. The subhuman connecting blocks could be made all kinds of large shapes, even walls of gleaming rubber that were so closely knit it was almost impossible to differentiate one body from another in the waves of breasts and buttocks. Midas had a huge stockpile of such configured subjects for use in government projects, such as walls to border new freeways.
One of Zorelles favorite items was the Amazon Centipede made from the twelve woman counsel of Amazon Island, Wonda Womans homeland. They had refused to surrender even when winning was out of the question, so Zorelle had chosen to fully dip them without delay and remove their rubbery arms. She turned the imperious counsel leader into the head of a new rubberized human centipede by inserting the head of one of her fellow counsel members into her massively stretched anal cavity. The poor inserted vlatex doll was forced to breathe through new air valves in her huge dangling nipples due to the tight rubber anal ring that would seal about her throat forever and keep her in darkness. The next council members sealed head was inserted into the rear of the growing creature, then the next until finally the creation was finished. Zorelle and Midas had crafted a twelve segmented body of liquid black, a female human centipede where shoulders terminated neatly into the rump of the next segment.
Light rippled off smooth legs and large dangling tits the latter hissing slightly as they breathed through them. Tiny caps were attached to the nipples, presumably to close the breathing holes if the segment was badly behaved, a difficult thing to do when so heavily restructured. Even the leader was forced to breathe through her nipple taps, because her face was more often than not sealed over completely when she was not being fed, and a route no longer existed between her mouth and her lungs. She was a tit breather like all her companions.
Midas found the rubber to rubber contact of the shoulders and buttocks made a squeaking noise, requiring the liberal application of lubricant to silence it. It took many practice attempts to perfect the proper sculpting of the head for insertion, but finally an rounded arrow shaped design was decided on. Under heavy pressure a segment head would lock snugly into place, forcing sustenance to be passed from the mouth of the head into each segment until finally excreted from the anus of the last. The rubber centipede paraded the corridors aimlessly when not on display in a pen behind the castle. The forehead of the centipede head bore the Amazon Tiara, and most days onlookers could see that each segment only ever had one of her two tit breathers open thanks to a mule kick at Zorelle on the first day. Each leg of the centipede bore a similarly designed anklet to the tiara, hard golden metal that contrasted prettily with the black vlatex skin.
Wondertits, though locked deep in the mind of an epic wet nurse, could only observe as the womanipede had its oral fissure unsealed and nestled over her second teat, the teat that did not have Superbaby attached to it. She was made to breastfeed her friends and all in the main Hall could watch it happen.
Midas placed his work around the castle and gave parades of his work through the city. People began to pay close attention to the details of a marching column or horsed rider, trying to pick out if the implements and tools were made from live victims.
-- As she crept silently through the halls of the castle, Batgrrl wished she had been more secretive about her visit to Zorelles kingdom to save her friends Supergrrl and Wonda Woman. As news spread of Barbaras presence in the city, her captive friend was suddenly forced to do humiliating milk factory advertisements on public TV in her frilly latex baby costume and Zorelle had taken to keeping the entrammelled heroine in a more heavily guarded wing of the castle at night. Sometimes Linda even warmed Her Majestys bed at night, sleeping by the side of the queen as a very busty black latex teddy bear that would cuddle silently all night.
Batgrrl shook her head in disgust as she dispatched another shiny golden plastic girl-doll who lurched from the shadows waving dildo hands and spraying immobilising plastisperm in the air, mostly in its own golden face. It seemed that recent spells made every damned slave within the palace walls an instant warrior to an intruder, no matter how incapacitated by body modifications the hapless servant was. Leaving the doll still spraying itself in a globule of milky plastic, she pulled some solvent from her utility belt to clean up. She had already used many of the tricks and vials from the belt at her waist to escape sticky situations and hoped Batman and Robin had found her written message and made their way here somewhere too. She could use someone to watch her back. From the moment she entered the castle, her purple lycra costume had begun to darken and take on a rubbery sheen. Initially worried, she laughed when she realised that Zorelle had cast blanket spells forbidding the somewhat utilitarian spandex material from being seen around the castle. The wards she had set up turned lycra into to soft latex automatically. The dynamic damsel could do with a waterproof bat-suit.
At last she happened upon a most heavily guarded room. She disabled the guardettes at the door and forced her way in to find a pretty bedroom. In the centre was a huge, four-poster bed with heavy blue latex sheets draped over it, the top sheet emblazoned with Supergrrls symbol from end to end. The fetish manchester covered two wriggling figures. Along one wall stood plastic mannequins, a few faces she recognised, with various terrified expressions, each modelling a rubber bondage version of Supergrrls original costume.
Expecting a trap Batgrrl gingerly wrenched the smothering liquid-like top sheets away and stood far back. Nothing happened, no magic explosions, no spray of gas, no hidden monster, and she was able to take in the bizarre sight of her friends. Strapped to the mattress face-up and spread eagled was her rubberised friend Wonda Woman, resplendent in the glossy red white and blue vlatex skin that covered every inch of her body. A newly installed zipper kept her fat lips tightly sealed and she wore a special feeding bra that Supergrrls head was laced into, ensuring constant, teat- loving attention from her babified friends lips.
Still living in the mental bondage of her Wondertits persona, Wonda Woman could only give a contented, breathy sigh through her nose as she realised salvation was at hand.
Apart from Superbabys loud slurping the castle was quiet and Batgrrl relaxed a little. Watching her friends she examined the feeding bra with interest. It was made from very heavy duty pink rubber, covering much of Wondies upper torso like a high collared crop-top bra, but reaching behind she felt laces down the back that had been tightened breathlessly. Effulgent white frills of platex circled the edges of the fetish ensemble, both at her throat and midriff, and in two ovals around the tits themselves, half way between the nipples and the chest. Where the cones of the massive inbuilt bra cups ought to have ended in points, two matching pink hoods were attached at the mouth region. One of the glistening hoods already contained the helplessly dining Supergrrl and the other hung limp, its sealing zipper open at the rear.
Using more than a little strength Barbara gingerly prised the two halves of the empty hood apart to reveal Wondertits amazingly distended vlatex nipple at the back of the headgear, squeezed through the mouth hole. An opening had also been left so the wearer could breathe through her protruding nose and a closer inspection of Supergrrl revealed she had been adorned with a heavy golden nose ring AFTER being hooded by the bra. The painful attachment had been tensioned and fastened to a firmly seated D ring on the upper curve of the bra cup. The hood could not be removed before the humiliating jewellery was cut off.
Please milk me Wondertits seemed to be begging silently with her big eyes and heaving breast. The metallic blue udder protruding from the pink fashion item had a tiny white droplet on the end, ripe for the tasting. After a moment to make sure the coast was clear, Barbara guiltily slipped her Batgrrl cowl off and pushed her head into the hood to sample the goods.
She guaranteed an avenue of escape by making sure she held the two halves apart at the back of her neck, and nestled her lips over the huge teat. With surprise she noted the milk was DELICIOUS! She wanted more, increasing her suction and gently rolling the rubberflesh between her teeth.
After a short while Barbara had relaxed again and her thoughts wandered to how it would feel to have two full-grown women suckling her own teats. She remembered how sexy Superbaby had looked wearing her tight vlatex design Supergrrl outfit over the voluminous rubber diaper and clear rubber all-in-one romper. She felt safer than when she had first arrived and let go of the edges of the hood to cuddle Lindas helpless infantized body. After all, the hood was quite comfortable and she could always reach back and undo the zipper if it happened to slip closed from the top by accident.
Batgrrl fed hungrily for what could have been a few minutes or a few days before she finally summoned the energy to stop. She tried to rise but the hood did not slip open as expected. She could not lift her mouth from the tumescent nipple that was tickling the back of her throat nor could she stop the suckling motion of her lips. She had been tricked! Barbara reached quickly behind for the zipper but knew with a sinking feeling she would find nothing. She was right. From her temple down to the strict collar, the back of her head was a smooth expanse of heavy duty pink rubber. The hood had sealed closed on the pretty caped crusader leaving her trapped as the cup of a rubber force feed bra!
Batgrrl reached for her utility belt but found another glassy region on her uniform where it ought to have been attached. She could hear Wondertits humming contentedly to herself as she fed her babies. Zorelle had made her produce milk that affected humans as well as super beings and it would modify Barbara in extreme ways very quickly if she was not taken off it soon. There were also unknowns regarding how the Kryptonite augmentation, that was for Supergrrls benefit, would affect Batgrrl. Wondies milk was laced with naturally narcotic growth hormones and Batgrrl was being made to love it. Barbaras midnight rubber costume should have had plenty of give in it but within a score of breaths she felt a tightness across her hips and chest and a looseness at the waist as her body changed. Unseen hands played with the catches on the inbuilt corset in her new uniform and tightened them mercilessly.
The Gotham City heroine felt her attractive nose being anaesthetised and some pulling and prodding in the region. The numbness in her nostrils faded away to a dull throb and she knew for sure that her septum had been pierced and threaded with a heavy ring. The golden jewellery, perhaps more suited to a prized cow than a woman, was more cumbersome and of heavier gauge than Supergrrls. It blocked Barbaras remaining airways a little, turning her breathing into snorts. It too was tensioned and fixed to the bra.
An automatic spray of silicone lubricant hissed from the ceiling as sensors detected rippling action on the waterproof sheets below. The three women, all trapped in rubber of some form, slid together in a lustful embrace as the heavy rubber scent pervaded their senses. Though the hoods were tight, Barbara and Linda were glad that the lingerie wasnt made of plastiskin or they would have been bra bound twins forever. Even though her thoughts were on humping Dianas frictionless knee and cuddling her friend, Batgrrl felt the laces down her friends back and remembered it had been knotted in the middle.
Between her second and third orgasm she undid the cords and unclipped the mattress buckles holding Wonda Womans arms down. The bra peeled away from the bosom it caressed and the moment it stopped touching Wondertits it shimmered away, leaving the two nose ringed friends staring at each other, Batgrrl in her cowl and Supergrrl peering with hopeful eyes through layers of a transparent green babysuit hood. Superbaby stared stupidly a moment longer before she returned her eyes to her task and slid her lips down over the seductive teat of her wet nurse again. She resumed her suckling as the spells made her do. Seeing the room around them empty of guards, the hormone enhanced buxom Batgrrl hurriedly undid the straps on Wonda Womans torso and legs, swaying clumsily with her widened hips and bigger boobs. It was strange that Wondie did not help undo the buckles, mused the lovely brunette to herself as she bent down to fuss over the last obstinate buckle at the ankle of her Amazon friend. But she saw again the awful mitt hands the girl had been given, useless for most tasks, and excused her this time.
She felt something cold slip around her cowled throat. Her fingers flew up but it was too late as a stealthy Superbabe locked a heavy leather obedience collar around her neck with a forbidding click. Unable to speak herself because the control spells on her slurping lips, Superbaby reached up and unzipped the fat lips of Wondertits mouth.
Stop trying to escape commanded the now free Amazon. A more busty and hippy Batgrrl than the public would remember stopped trying to escape.
Sorry to have that done to you, Girlfriend, but the old Wonda Woman is wearing a nice catsuit of solid gold in here, Wondertits tapped her skull meaningfully.
She doesnt really have any say in what I do any more, merely observes and feels when I let her, which is much of the time because I know she hates it! The rubberised Amazons ponderous shiny breasts juddered against each other softly as she talked.
I apologise in advance for what we are going to do to you, our little Batslut, but we cannot help but follow the instructions Zorelle gave us Batgrrl noticed for the first time an identical obedience collar to her own fitted snugly around babified Lindas throat and discerned a woven golden lasso collar around Dianas regal neck. Diana was under the total control of another, and had obviously been given some terrible mental adjustments to subdue her original personality.
Wondertits pulled aside a heavy black latex curtain on a rear archway to reveal another room containing a sparklingly clean auto-do machine.
Walk yourself into this lovely auto-do cubicle please and stand very still where we can watch you. My super baby will have the honour of operating the machine. Superbabe seemed to hesitate a moment before her collar forced compliance and Wondie scolded her.
Hurry up little one - you know what you have been told to do by our mistress. The transparently clad glistening blonde gurgled and crawled over to the base of her high chair that was placed in the optimum position for watching and operating the cubicle. Unable to stand, she waited until her rubber mother arrived to lift her into the chair and strapped her into the padded seat, a task made more difficult by Wondertits mitt hands. Wondie selected a clear rubber bib with a collection bag at the bottom and buckled it laboriously around the throat of her super baby, smoothing it down over the front her cute romper so it would catch any babydrool, covering the growing breasts that were straining against their fabric prison. A frilly transparent latex baby bonnet came next, leaving the poor girl almost smothered with love in the layers of her ruffled baby costume. The tray dangling from the the front of the chair was flipped into place and locked down with a neat childproof lock that neither mother or child could release. Superbaby reached for the controls.
In the stasis field of the cubicle, Barbara first noticed her crime fighting uniform seemed uncomfortably warm and a little tighter again than she remembered it. Her customary rubber batsuit was growing hot, melting and flowing all over her body until she was engulfed in a new, unique skin. It shrank breathlessly and hardened around her body, making movement difficult. Her heavy bat-cape followed. It flared wide as if caught in a gust of wind and suddenly wrapped like a glove around her torso and head, smothering her voice and briefly hampering her breathing. She was doubly sheathed. Batgrrl was trapped in her own bat gear as their rubber substance flowed around her body, blending with her skin, leaving a shiny black rubber doll statue with just two wide fearful eyes peering from it.
Zorelle had sealed her up in the bat skin from head to toe. Gone was her hard, armoured costume, replaced with an ultra- polished, stiff copy in catsuit form. Her epidermis had been transformed into vlatex, replaced all over at an atomic level by a hooded batskin in basic unadorned black that she could never remove.
Golden bat symbols were added to cover her glossy oversized dark tits in addition to rigid internal boning in her skin that would allow her to carry her obscene bust without back injury. Zorelle had spared her enemy the fate of many in the castle at least Batgrrl would not need to lean back in order to keep her balance as she walked like some of the Rubbermaids she had seen. She was more than lucky in that regard - some of the more bizarre recipients of forced breast growth were doomed to sway their way dutifully through the halls preceded always by their own breast trolley, often with milking tanks attached. They could not even stand without hydraulic support for their gigantic effulgent busts.
Another bat symbol was applied across the entire lower half of Batgrrls face, stretched beneath her nostrils to seal over an already tight, airless gag that had formed across her mouth, erasing her lips, gums and teeth and replacing them with packed vlatex.
Golden almond shapes were added to frame her beautiful eyes against the obsidian black of her seamless coating and her huge nose ring still dangled from her nostrils. Her rubberised pussy glistened with wet gold vlatex and instead of an anal pucker she trailed a black enema tube.
I see we have a bat in our belfry came the mocking voice of Zorelle as she shimmered into view. What a nice costume you have, Batslut - just remain as you are a moment while I make some internal modifications to you to make sure youre easily programmed without the collar.
Batgrrl could feel Zorelle inside her head as the evil woman asserted her will upon the great crime fighter. Barbara felt dizzy, as if her brain wasn't functioning properly. She could not think at all clearly, trying to fight the invading influence but she was no match for it. She felt her will power and resistance fade away as the Sorceress took control of her soul. Her eyes glazed over and her face went blank as Zorelle settled in her mind to do some redecorating - leaving the girls inner self intact but changing her outward personality. Batgrrl felt her essence drain out of her body to be replaced by Zorelles thoughts and desires, becoming a new creature whose reason for living was sex.
The starchiness of her imprisoning rubber costume softened to almost liquid and she was free again - but it was too late. She was the black and gold rubberised Batslut, designed to forever humiliate the old Batgrrl who still observed silently from her imaginary purple latex strait jacket catsuit deep inside her mind.
Batgrrl lifted her useless bondage mitt hands to her face and tried to remove the super-tight hood that was bonded to her sealed face. The skintight hood had cute little bat ears at her temples, the scalp between re-made into a smooth stretch of glossy black vlatex and broken only by a single tightly bound genie tail of dark hair in the middle. Her thick padded hands were no good for anything and she dropped them to her sides in happy resignation.
Her ebony legs ended in long tapers that were gold rubber ballet boots, each internally corsetted to give them the rigid shape that real satin dance slippers had. Their almost endless length did little to hide the splendid golden petals of her over-fattened vlatex pussy, a disobedient orifice that spasmed constantly and loudly to itself as it clutched at an invisible invader, dribbling endless streams of lubricant and pussy drool down her shiny inner leg. The reupholstered Batgrrl pawed at her mouthless face, not understanding where her lips and teeth had gone. Her voice was as silent as her waywardly slurping sex was loud.
The captors pulled their dazed Batslut from the cubicle and wrapped her new glossier bat cape around her body, zipping it closed beneath the feet and up the front to form a tight sheath from the tips of her arched toes to her neck. Sealed in a taut bag from the neck down, Barbara toppled softly to the floor.
What a pretty little plaything you make Miss Gordon murmured Zorelle as she bent down and kissed the flat rubber where Batgrrls mouth had once been. I hope you like your uniform tight, because it will constrict slightly every day until I decide youre stiff enough to meet the palace standards. After all, if I set a standard I should at least pretend to follow it! She tinkered with the large shiny cape zipper ringpull to make sure it was locked snug against Barbaras chin. It was SUCH a good idea to build a cape sheath into your costume. Now you can carry it around with you everywhere you go. Ill have to reward Superbaby for that idea even if the obedience collar made her do it. Listening to the slightly muffled sounds of Batsluts helplessly energised pussy, Zorelle chuckled. You probably wont need to eat again thanks to your stasis spell but you will not weaken from it - your glowing sex will continue to pulse like this forever. Id say by morning your airtight cape sheath will be filled to the brim with female nectar..what a pity, O mouthless one, I cant make you drink it! The evil ruler mused for a moment and teased her. Hmmmm.perhaps I could feed it all to Superbaby instead
As Zorelle turned to leave the room she stopped, remembering something.
And! Dont expect the dynamic duo to come to your rescue, Batslut - as you will see they are in no condition to rescue you. She waved her hand and a vision appeared in front of Batgrrls face, a scene showing two female black and gold rubber dolls, one slightly larger than the other, each with a long genie tail of blonde hair hanging down their pretty heads. Neither of them had arms, and their huge mirror finish almost silvery breasts ended in buffing and polishing pads where their nipples should have been. The two juddering figures wore skimpy, open breasted maids costumes in spectacular gold vlatex with black frilly trims as they teetered about the castle polishing the odd rubberised statue or two.
Feast your eyes on the new Batwoman and Robyn, my castle polishing maids. It took very little effort to turn Batman into Batwoman, but her sidekick put up more of a mental struggle which was quite pointless if you take a look at the twins now.
Both of the curvy maids were suctioned creatures who could easily have been mistaken for armless duplicates of Batgrrl in her current form. Zorelle answered the obvious question.
No, these two are cleaning maids and nothing more, so their sex organs and many of their nerves have been totally removed to prevent any sexual stimulation at all. Zorelle chuckled at her ingenuity. "If you could lift up their skirts you would see a sexless rubber tube dangling front and back, similar to the one weve installed in your pretty bum."
Boy Wonder has become mindless vlatexed Robyn as you can see, but what you dont know is that I had him duplicated beforehand to enable creation of Robyn Two, a creature that is going to be more useful than that busty tit polisher when I get around to finishing her training.
Much as she was inwardly horrified, Batgrrl marvelled at how the gold bat insignia had been splashed across their exposed buttocks and the heels of their eight inch stiletto boots. Holy smoke! She had never seen costumes as shiny and rippling as on those two emasculated bimbos.
I make them polish each other every hour admitted Zorelle, reading her thoughts. One day I might even let them polish you if youre good!
She left the entertainment window running and strode from the room. She would use the distinctive properties of the vlatex coating on her trio to turn them into all sorts of shapes and forms.
-- Cows milk, for sale.
As it turned out, the interrupting envoy had arrived with beautifully designed and rare gifts that Zorelle had never seen before. He asked for a favour in return which she immediately granted - permission to pass laws enabling special treatment of recalcitrant wives. Months later, using the new laws, the envoy started a trend. As punishment for a harmless flirt with the milkman, his wife was forced to don a specially designed snug black rubber catsuit cocoon, with no openings in it save an adhesive seal up small of the back to the base of the neck where it joined a tight seamless hood. There were valves at her sex and anus, nipples, mouth and nostrils, and no other openings in the black material at all. (the suits soon became so popular and cheap that even convenience stores were selling them).
Every day, she was coated with more back rubber, but the valves were kept clear to allow her air and food. She quickly became an unidentifiable rubber creature. Once a day her two lower valves were released, spurting her waste products out under strong pressure. The erect valves protruding from her black rubber breasts were screwed onto the ends of milking machine suction hoses which flowed with milk from the hormones she was being fed. The suit was so stiff that if required she could be held up by her nipples only. The husband took her and her attached milking machine home and stood her gently in the corner of his bedroom, where she spent the rest of her days as a helpless rubber cow.
Eventually the envoy remarried, and Keiko, his new cruel wife took an immediate unhealthy interest in the silent cow-ette in the corner. She ordered it set in a block of featureless black rubber with only the softly humming milking machine tubes attached to it. Since the Keiko was only in the marriage for money, soon her husband occupied the space beside the featureless rubber block. He had been mammarily modified and crushingly latex-dipped as the new cow maiden....his heavy breasts vibrating impotently with feminine rage at being converted to such a helpless animal for the sole purpose of milking. He never managed to escape his new imprisoning form.
The envoys new wife did not stop there - each future husband eventually joined her private dairy against their will, as did a number of female acquaintances. Keiko sold the fresh milk and made a tidy profit - enough to expand her cottage industry and seize a full sector of the beverages market. Keiko industries became a household name and listed on the share market.
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A young woman tourist saw the distinctive Keiko vending machine standing in the quiet street. She was thirsty, and the machine, shaped attractively like an ebony statue of a woman, beckoned her taste buds. For no real reason other than habit, she checked to make sure that the self-cleaning nozzle at each nipple was sparklingly scrubbed before inserting her credit card in the slot between the glossy legs of the unit, marked by a large yellow arrow. As milk flowed from the tap into her mouth, the arms of the machine moved in a preprogrammed way to comfortingly hug the customer to its bosom. The woman loved this part, and drank hungrily, wondering briefly how big the internal tanks of the unit were.
Suddenly everything went wrong. Her arms and legs were sucked into and held firmly by the rubber coated limbs of the machine. Automatic panels opened and hooks tore off her jumpsuit and underwear with millimetres to spare. Two conical suction cups enveloped her breasts and a knob entered her mouth as others were screwed into her sex and rear. Out of the corner of his eye, a distant pedestrian saw a tiny flash of white steam as the machine sealed her completely in an inch of hard black plastic. He squinted and saw the two Keiko machines standing there, one latex, one plastic. He dismissed the thought. Must have been a malfunction of the second machine he thought to himself and moved on.
The tourist had been made into a matching glossy black statuette vending machine on a pedestal, with taps protruding from the tip of each breast - plastic this time not latex. When either tap was turned on she knew that lovely sweet human milk would flow from her breast - the hormones were already working. The new milk machine for the Keiko corporation stood silently beside the original for a month, automatically beckoning and serving customers, before maintenance crews arrived and took it away. The unit was sold by Keiko to a family to keep in their house as a fresh milk supply. To get the nutrients to make her milk, food scraps and often even her own waste were fed into the mouth valve with a small pump, where they were converted into a paste for her to swallow.
As head of the corporation, Keiko had a bevy of reluctant milkers at her disposal from which she selected the most shapely for display at business functions as walking milkers. Each of these mobile milk machines was sealed from head to toe in a shiny black rubber jumpsuit with the customary taps at each nipple and locked valves at the groin and rear to release waste under pressure. The rubber was so thick and strong, that it took great effort to bend limbs at all from a straight out position. The milkers were almost stiff as a board but could just hobble along in small stilted steps. Their mittened hands and feet looked like smooth flippers of glossy rubber that showed not even a ripple to indicate the fingers and toes trapped inside. Whenever a guest required a drink they simply held out a cup to a proffered breast and turned on a tap. A tightly stretched parody of a milkmaids costume, this time a black and white mottled catsuit with white rubber frills around the collar turned the entertainment staff into stunning visions of beauty.
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Supergrrls kryptonite implants were enough to keep her helpless, but she also wore her studded kryptonite collar and impregnated jumpsuit to ensure her complete obedience. Zorelle heaved the weakened blonde unceremoniously into an auto-do cubicle of the most recent windowed, spherical design and bolted the door from the outside. The captive hardly resisted as the fields of the unit took control of her limbs and she heard the voice of the Sorceress as she spoke into her console outside.
Supergrrl, I have decided that punishing just one of you will never be enough for me, so I am about to make as many duplicates of you as I need
Intense light suffused Lindas prison for an instant, and then the chamber was empty. The computer connected to the machine spat out all that remained of the lady of steel; a storage cube of information regarding the location and alignment of every atom in her body. A tiny winking green light at the top of the cube indicated that the data was valid, and Zorelle kissed it happily.
Her captive could be instantly re-created by the machine as many times as she wished at a later date, exactly as she was when she had been recorded. She could also be modified by computer before re-creation to make her an ordinary human being. Multiple copies were possible, if Zorelle wished to try out a number of different torments on her victim.
Zorelle chose to make a perfect copy to start with, and soon Supergrrl re-appeared, still helpless in her jewelled suit. The limiting jewelled collar was left on her, but the jumpsuit was unlaced from the girl. Then, over a stiff kryptonite corset, the dark queen dressed Linda in heavy duty leather catsuit, covering her from head to toe. The creation had hundreds of buckles and straps all over it, leaving her arms buckled permanently beneath her tits and her legs buckled together. She was then laid out in front of the throne for Zorelle to rest her booted feet on - that duplicate would never leave the spot again. Zorelle made copy after copy of the uncaped crusader, each one thinking that she was the one and only Supergrrl.
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Linda had been a powder-pink rubber bunny for a week now. Wearing the pink costume had been a spot of freedom to move her limbs but the bizarrely full bosom of the bunny that she saw in the mirror every morning was a stark reminder of how hopeless her predicament was at the moment.
The tight pink rubber catsuit that stretched around her body had seamlessly attached gloves, boots and hood - yes, the pink rubber clad creature in the mirror was very obviously a woman. Two separately added narrow slits in the garment from the base of her throat to just below her breasts allowed her enormously enlarged vlatex bosom to spill forth, cupped and enclosed entirely from the point where they squeezed out of the costume to the hard nipples. Her breasts were enclosed in huge pink latex pouches that had been added with customary vacuum tightness to the humiliating design of the costume. With a little squeak of rubber against rubber Linda lifted and rearranged her painfully rounded globes with shiny pink paws as she had every morning, trying in vain to find a less uncomfortable position for her tits. She could feel the constant draining power of the Kryptonite implant twins in her bosom, and Zorelle had made sure that her boobs were presented in a way that constantly reminded her of them.
Running fingerless hands down her waist that was narrowed terribly by the inbuilt corset of the bunnysuit, she turned sideways and hopelessly examined her enlarged ass yet again for any seams in the impervious fabric. There were none - not even where the cute white rubber bunny tail protruded at her coccyx. Supergrrl wondered again why she had bothered. In her heart she knew the outfit would require unlocking spells for removal.
The legs of the suit felt like they were extremely tightly laced boots, very stiff and difficult to bend, but again there were no laces evident on the shiny bunny in the mirror. The baby pink latex enclosed her legs to the toes, where they were arched into a numbing ballet point, making it impossible to flatten her heel-less feet to the ground. Lindas entire head was covered in a tautly strained hood of airtight pink rubber fashioned into a womanly bunny face and topped with large erect ears.
The bunny of old fairy tales had been recreated as the bunny of a fetish wet dream. Hugely pouting red lipsticked lips curved up to a cutely whiskered white button nose framed by large frightened animal eyes, albeit a pretty blue. The only non-pink attributes of the costume were her red and blue Super logos that graced her lustrous pink breasts. The Linda duplicate knew that sooner or later she would be scheduled for brainwashing and wasnt looking forward to it at all.
Superbunny knew she was not the only one. She had heard stories about ski resort staff turned into a whole juddering army of fully rubberised snow bunnies who were now owned by the government tourist board and available for the whims of international customers. They were tightly trapped in thick white and pink rubber ski skins, each bunny identical in colour and finish. All of the suctioned dolls had been restructured to look the same, from their mirror finish smooth heads, fattened tits and tiny waists down to the tall ballet ski boots permanently moulded to their arched legs. One way lenses over their wide doe eyes ensured they could keep working even in the most terrible blizzards. Each had a little puffy rubber tail in white on her pink bottom, a tightly valved rabbit tail that inflated and deflated as she breathed through it. Bunny girls had no mouth to make breathing easier, sometimes passing out as they taught strenuous lessons because their ass valves could not keep up.
The indoor bunny maids' breathing was controlled through long tubes through the soles of their feet, but still their tails expanded and contracted with every breath. Long, very fetching rubber bunny ears were placed on their otherwise blank looking heads, with D-ringed at their tips for nighttime bondage games to match those on their toes and pawtips. The resort was full of the bunny sluts, none of them willing but all of them totally obedient.
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The sister of no mercy must have been just an initiate. She had not been assigned a white plastic bondage catsuit of the order, instead wearing her simple black vlatex obedience dress, a tight nuns habit that controlled all her actions.
"Sister, Ill give you full access to the asylum to process this doll. she said, pointing at a prone Supergrrl strapped into a tight rubber sheath on a stretcher. No need to panic - her super strength is gone. All duplicates like this one have the kryptonite breast implants of the original. Supergrrl is no stronger than an ordinary person now. It was true - the thin clinging latex held Linda in position easily. I want her skin to be changed into light brown plastic, soft to the touch, and give her big blue doll eyes that never close. That blonde hair must go - make sure she is once and for all hairless from head to toe. I think she may look better bald and we can always add plastic hair if we want to. Oh, and take care of her vocal cords - dolls do not speak."
Supergrrl woke with a silent scream at the recurring nightmare, writhing in the moisture and sweat of the neck-to- toe latex sheath that had been her costume for weeks. With no gag, she would normally have tried to make more noise, but her vocal chords had been permanently removed three days ago and the part of her brain that translated words into commands for her vocal chords, tongue, and mouth had been erased. She lay there in perfect silence, trying in vain to remember how to make some kind of noise other than the sound of her laboured breathing as she was rolled swiftly into the auto-do chamber for processing. She knew that soon she would be just another brainless doll unless she could manage to escape her inescapable bondage.
No....please help me! she pleaded with her eyes to the Sister who sat at the command console outside the sphere but it was pointless. The Sister had a spell that controlled her, and could no more remove her seamless glossy costume than disobey a direct order from Zorelle. There was no real need to have the console fixed in position outside the sphere but quite a few dominatrixes had given in to the desire to be inside the chamber watching and listening to the tortured conversion of their slaves - and unwittingly altered themselves in the same way.
The trolley shimmered and disappeared, leaving a green glowing black latex larvae suspended in space without visible means of support. Linda could see a reflection of herself in the silvery walls of her prison. The sheath binding her limbs turned to liquid briefly and hardened again, leaving her in a perfect bronze plastic catsuit.
The hovering form rotated to her feet and pirouetted as the Sister toyed with her. Instantly Linda found herself being forced up onto her toes, as high as she could go. As soon as she was on tiptoe, she felt her feet and legs to the hip being encased in something stiffer. The Sisters latest addition to Lindas fetish wardrobe was a set of ballet boots, with eight inch stiletto heels. The plastic of the boots was stiff enough to keep her ankles from bending at all. The stiffness continued up her body as the plastic hardened, acquiring the silky, artificial sheen of fine polished plastex. She could not close her eyes and felt her breasts harden out to her nipples. The coating rushed down her arms and up her neck, smoothing a layer over her proud facial features and flowing up to join at the very top of her smooth, bald skull. She wiggled her fingers one last time before it suddenly became a tremendous effort to do so.
The Sister, dressed now in her official, terribly restrictive white catsuit, expertly guided the auto-do cubicle to complete Supergrrls conversion to an attractive doll with a full, voluptuous body and an empty head. First Lindas memories had to be erased from her brain, followed by her ability to tell good from bad. Then all dominant feelings were removed and replaced with utter submission. The doll would be happy only under complete control and reduction to sex toy status. With her memories and personality gone, she could never be more than an automation, schooled by the machine to be skilled in the art of providing sexual pleasure.
Using atomic particles from trapped women, her breasts were expanded to the size of bean bags. Five terrified black rubber skinned women stood in soundproof perspex inlet cylinders attached to the rear of the machine away from scrutiny, clawing and bashing at the impervious soundproof wall of their prisons as their bodies provided the raw materials for Supergrrls transformation, as their particles became Lindas new breasts.
It took a lot of matter to turn somebody into a living pillow doll, and the auto-do cubicle was indiscriminate in its selection of parts for absorption and re-use. Not that the machine was overly cruel in its operation - absorption was a pleasurable experience once pain receptors were nullified on entry to the cylinder. Each victim was kept attractively clad in pure white medical vlatex, and the remainder of each woman was restructured to keep her alive, unscarred and sexy regardless of how radically the absorption was. In some cases the fuel cells were even added to if arms or excess fat were removed. But not in this case.
Fuel cell one bashed her fists impotently against the strong plastic wall that kept her trapped. Her breasts had gone first, shimmering away in a mist of particles, leaving two flat circles of vlatex on her glossy chest where they had been. As she struck the wall again her arms disintegrated into billions of shining silver particles and were swept into the vent above her head, leaving smoothly rounded shoulders.
She looked across at the woman in cell two who was faring worse. Fuel cell twos occupant was sitting on the floor gazing at the neat, petite stumps of her wrists and ankles with stupefaction. Her lips had gone too, completely smoothed over where her mouth had been, leaving a slightly rippled expanse of satiny vlatex, quite pretty to look at with her two large terrified brown eyes above.
Fuel cell five felt much lighter than she ever had before, because almost all of her internal organs and ribs had been removed. She still had all her limbs, but now sported an impossibly narrow waist. She swallowed nervously as she prodded where her ribs had been but strangely saliva immediately trickled from her pussy. She felt around between her ass cheeks and realised that her anus had gone too. Her digestive tract was now a direct channel from her mouth to her sex.
In stark contrast to her neighbour in cylinder four, who had been sealed up in vlatex but not touched, fuel cell three was almost completely depleted. She was a limbless, flat-chested rubber torso with glassy flat stretches of rippling vlatex where her mouth, eyes and ears had been. A single nostril served her breathing purposes as she flopped about her cell while a single lung, her heart and brain, themselves reduced in capacity, kept her rubber self alive. The cylinder flashed again as fuel cell three was reduced completely to her last trapped form before total, ecstatic absorbtion. All that remained to be seen of fuel cell three was a small, energy conserving dildo shape. The oversized wet-look sex toy still breathed through a narrow aperture in the rubber tip of its helmeted head. Fuel cell three had been left as a living, quivering dildo.
A light above the auto-do chamber glowed green and, preceded by extraordinarily huge bean bag breasts, out stepped a new plastic doll, enveloped in a new bronze polymer skin that was in itself enough to keep its prisoner trapped let alone any further bondage. The impervious material hugged every curve and angle of her body with sprayed-on precision, from the top of her cueball smooth head to the bottoms of her painfully arched feet - boots that were an integral part of the costume.
Painful as it seemed, not a sound emerged from the mouth of the happy looking creature. Supergrrls doll suit had a cool sleekness, shiny and reflective. Most unusual was the fact that it had no seams at all - as if she were dipped in liquid plastic and allowed to harden. Indeed she had been, for the auto-do cubicle could make changes on a molecular level. So singular was the suit that it came up over her face as well, giving her bronze plastic lips, nose, and even eyelids! Her small ears were barely-discernible ripples on either side of the flawless hood. If it were not for Lindas tearful blue eyes, she would have been indistinguishable from an actual doll of solid plastic.
Her new skin was blemish free. Her unbelievable breasts and tight, muscly rear were smooth, frictionless globes glowing in freshly dipped and polished plastic, elegant and sensual in its simplicity.
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Weeks later, as Zorelle curled up to nestle comfortably in the breasts of her new bean bag doll, what was left of Supergrrl could only flush with pleasure as her nerves told her brain to feel wonderful. Her memories had been taken away for many weeks now and she had never once sensed the loss. In fact, the doll was deliriously happy. Zorelle had informed her that her arms were going to be altered; extended and joined together into a simple plastic push-up bra to support her stupendous bosom. The thought of losing her arms in that way made Lindadoll very wet in her plastic pussy, buffeted by waves of ecstatic joy from the new submissive pleasure centre installed in her brain.
Little did she know (or care!) but during the transformation of her arms into living clothing her own ability to feel sensation would go as well. Why should a living pillow doll get pleasure all the time when you touch it? Her role was to provide pleasure, not obtain it herself. The doll would soon feel nothing at all.
Lindadoll doesnt need feelings, does she? asked Zorelle as she zipped closed the armless creatures new unique vlatex brassiere that had been fashioned from its own limbs.
Lindadoll shook her head enthusiastically, brushing off a tiny glimmer of hopeless struggle by traces of the real Linda that remained despite erasure, now wishing she had succumbed to the brain-drain completely instead of resisting.
You certainly dont seem to miss them now that theyre gone, my cute little dolly!
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Supergrrl awoke nude on an ordinary bed in an ordinary flat. She had been freed at last! She looked down at her hugely implanted body in disgust. Not matter how much she jiggled them her kryptonite laden tits were part of her body, constantly draining her super energy. Despite her best efforts to muster some power Linda was left with the strength of an ordinary human female. She looked around the room and experienced an unwanted thrill when she saw a hanger on the doorknob with the one and only set of clothing she owned. It was the costume of a hooker. Leather panties with a zippered access panel, a black patent-leather corset, studded collar with leash, black leather gloves, and thigh-high laced leather boots with six-inch heels. A leather shin-length hobble skirt topped the small collection. She felt drawn to the naturally fragrant material and walked hesitatingly over to touch the somewhat heavy duty garments. She never had a taste for fetish outfits before, but Supergrrl found the thought of wearing the ensemble very sexy and stimulating. Her heart began to pound as she realised her hands were already drawing the leather panties up her smooth legs. In minutes she was completely dressed in the heady mixture of shiny and dull slutwear. The corset had uplifted tray-like supports that displayed her large breasts in a wanton style and the high heels of the fuck-me boots made her back arch in a most sensuous manner. A large red S symbol she couldnt quite place splashed across the ankle of her boots. She couldn't believe she found the outfit so utterly compelling.
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Supergrrl the hooker could remember clearly the changes that had been forced upon her mind to introduce her new vocation, but she couldnt do anything about them. Ignoring the utter humiliation of her actions, her oversensitised body told her she loved her job no matter how she resisted. She wore a Supergrrl blue, heavily boned leather corset. It dipped in front, cupping the underside of her large breasts to the nipples. Large red tassels emblazoned with the customary S symbol were threaded through her pierced nipples. The midriff of the highly polished corset was breathlessly laced to squeeze her waist down to only 14 inches and the item was designed so that it didn't obscure any part of her breasts or pussy. A red leather G-string that barely contained her sex met the bottom of the blue corset and formed a nice contrast.
Linda couldnt grasp what the S symbol meant anymore, but she had been conditioned to need it on every bit of her clothing somewhere. The corset squeezed her waist down to an impossibly small diameter, holding her back quite straight in the process. The back support was beneficial because above the corset, Supergrrls enormous breasts jutted out, looking impossibly firm. Outwardly she enjoyed her job tremendously, even during the humiliation and depravity that some clientele required, but inwardly she wished the nightmare of constant pleasuring would end - trapped deep inside her overstimulated mind was a reserved religious girl who would never see control of herself again.
Superhooker looked at her new self in the mirror often, shivering impotently with programmed joy at being turned into a fetish plaything. The once super-strong prostitute had amassed a huge wardrobe of sex costumes for the trade, many more than she actually needed to earn her keep. Starting in leather, over a period of months she had graduated to PVC and then latex, until soon every square inch of space in her apartment held a rack of vlatex clothing. Even on the days she worked the streets in rubber, she would sleep in a more restrictive latex costume that night. She was committed to her career and didnt want to scare her more conservative customers off by going too kinky.
She saved up enough money for a procedure to have every one of her beautiful teeth removed to allow her to give the best oral sex. Nobody knew her choppers had gone because she had a false set made that looked every bit as good as the original. Removing Super teeth was not easy, but Kryptonite was becoming more readily available, and buying enough to fashion a pair of tooth pliers and nipple piercers was easy. With so much competition nowadays, a girl had to do what a girl had to do to earn her keep.
The over sexed woman found herself getting kinkier every day, lapsing easily into pre-programmed daydreams about more radical changes to her body. She had first undergone extensive body modifications, mostly small, but their total effect stunning. The first had been inspired by corseting, which was merely the removal of her two lowest ribs, providing a dramatic narrowing of her natural waist. Heavily corsetted, she could make her fingertips meet when she closed her hands about her breathtaking hourglass figure.
Superhooker had talked herself into several other exotic changes, the most obvious being the expansion of the - originally quite full - lips on her mouth to give her an extreme pout. Ancient cartoonists once drew charicatures of the lips of Nubian slave women that never actually existed and Superhooker gave herself impractical lips double that size. But even after her radical pout enlargement, Superhooker had not been satisfied. She longed to have her body turned into a plaything, a toy for the mutual amusement of her doctors and other clientele.
As the years went by, Superhookers desire for more exotic and bizarre entertainment increased, she found herself submerging in the helpless tide of fetishistic lust, until there was almost nothing she would not do to satisfy her fantasies. She had had her nipples enlarged and extended until they were the same length and double the breadth of her thumbs when erect. They were pierced near the tips and the holes had subsequently been stretched, enabling her to take large rings, weights or other more precious bondage toys. Often she wore her simple shiny rubber tassels proclaiming her previous identity and at other times she wore large heavy gold rings and dangled the tassels from those.
Linda had plans for other body modifications and even limb removals to enter the lucrative amputee market - but no, that would be necessary later if the Business continued to get saturated by new, more depraved players. She could not guess that the enchantment she was under was the cause of her neverending journey to complete submission. Her body belonged to her clients.
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Joe was an amateur scientist. He sat at his desk doing calculations and pondering over what appeared to be mammogram images as he absently ran his fingers through the long blonde hair of the Woman of Steel who was playing enthusiastic lip service to his manhood. Slurping with surprising ferocity and simultaneously exploring his penis with her tongue, Superhooker was an expert in the trade. The cheap, latex clad whore knelt beneath the desk, content that Joes shaft was anchored in the depths of her throat. She hoped he would come soon, because she was getting hungry again. The less money she spent on food, the more she could spend on rubber clothing.
Supe, Id like you to stay the night - were going to play doctors and nurses - but the nurse will be in bondage too - okay?
Superhooker nodded silently without even changing her rhythm and a thrill went through her. She loved bondage games.
Later that night Linda found herself squeezed and zipped into in a knee length pale blue vlatex dress that stretched tightly across her rubberized body from a high collar at her throat to long cuffs at her wrists. She wore a white rubber apron as well as lustrous white gloves that reached to her armpits beneath the strict sleeves of the garment. Her shiny white- stockinged feet were trapped in six inch stiletto ankle boots that glowed prettily in soft baby blue. A perky little white latex sailboat cap sat atop the fair blue hood that covered her entire head in a tight loving embrace, leaving only holes for her nostrils. Tiny lenses in the mask covered Lindas eyes and made the world appear distant.
The nurse was strapped onto a vertical operating table, her bosom directly in the path of an ominous looking laser. Joe delicately added a tube of green kryptonite gas to the machine and faded the eyes of his rubber nurse whore to opaque to protect her from light radiation. Stretching Superhookers apron aside he released the convenient zipper across her left breast and coaxed the enormous mirror finish mound through the smaller opening. He looked his nurse up and down one last time appreciatively, noting the awkward way her huge rubber tit was presented using an otherwise conservative costume. The laser fired neatly across her exposed bosom for a brief instant.
Finally I get to find our what manner of creature is hidden in your bosom, my girl. Dont panic - Ill stitch you up again in a jiffy!
Strangely, her right breast had split cleanly with no blood and Joe had no difficulty prising the two halves apart to expose the rounded globe and its trapped aquatic occupant. It glowed with exquisite green beauty and he reached out to touch the smooth surface, wondering how easily it could be pulled from her body. The moment he touched the balloon however there was a flash of lightning as Zorelles protection spell activated. His body shimmered and was replaced with the form of a rubberised mermaid, complete with a matching airless latex sheath. With a final howl of terror the newly created mermaid was pulled helplessly through the surface of the implant, not through an opening, but absorbed into it.
Superhooker awoke the next morning, still tightly bound and wearing her squeaking nurses outfit. She looked down at her exposed bosom and noticed with horror that although whole and unscarred again, her left breast was twice the size of her right! She would have to buy a whole new wardrobe of fetish garments now!
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Superhooker, we have good news and bad news. The good news is that we have a potion here to even up your breasts, but the bad news is that on top of the usual fee, it will cost you your arms - we must use the matter from those limbs to create the larger and more even breasts youre looking for said her doctor as she milked him dry for the second time. He waited for her to finish as she slid her immense, oversized lips from his shaft and fought to speak clearly past the characteristic speech impediment that all the artificial fat-lipped girls had.
thh..doo it now pleath! I want other changeth too, one everwy sixth months. Theyre awll listed on the papwers in..thh..this envwelope because I won be able to speak or write after the first changes are applied and I get my new boobies. The clinic account hathz been credited with the appropriate amount to cover the ssspecial help I will need around the house.
The doctor refused - at first. She spent the night in his bed with her velvety toothless gums tenderly wrapped around his shaft while he slept. She attended enthusiastically to his morning urinary function. Finally he gave in and Superhooker was de-armed that very day.
Since she couldnt dress herself in her fetish clothing any more, Superhooker was given a stasis collared and fully trained rubbermaid to take care of her every need, literally captured off the street. One moment the servant had been a conservative lady executive on her way to work, stylishly suited in the latest black latex officewear, and the next she found herself in a suctioned vlatex maid skin, polishing the overstated curves of her new mistress. Using new instant Slavelink (tm) technology, the rubber-dipped maid would obey Lindas mental commands to the letter.
The once-heroic bondage whore ordered that half her costumes be modified to match her armless state. The remainder of her outfits she would wear with a rubber torsolette underneath that provided her with two lifelike inflatable facsimiles of her original forelimbs. She could have had the glossy, air or water filled plastic arms permanently attached to her shoulders as she knew some of the other hookers had, but often she preferred the smooth shouldered defenceless look, as did many of her clients.
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Superhooker looked appreciatively at her reflection in the mirror. She imagined her adoring clients, their eyes travelling from head to toe, her arms no longer breaking the smooth line of her curves. Her maid had dressed her in an armless blue, white, and red vlatex catsuit that cupped her skin from the tips of her toes to just below her nose. A vertical zipper ran snugly from her nostrils to her chin, keeping her orifice tightly sealed. The rubbermaid stepped forward and zipped open Lindas facial fly to reveal her newly installed mouth pussy.
Her oversized lips had been rotated until they were vertical and moulded to be even on each side. A fat, reddened vlatex clitoris was squeezed out of the top of her puffy folds just below her nose where her new gash began, almost like a little fleshy beak. This beak was designed to be feeding on nothing but pure sperm. She had requested her mouth become an exact duplicate of her pussy and was delighted with the results, even if the orifice was a little oversized for her face. Deep inside, a trapped Supergrrl begged her alter ego to stop before it was too late to reverse the changes, but to no avail. Superhooker WAS Supergrrl, and she deliberately flicked her tongue back and forth over her exposed second clitoris, forcing yet another orgasm on the big-breasted and armless heroine. Supergrrl was trapped in a nightmarish whores world that she herself had asked for!
Superhooker gave up on PVC and started wearing only rubber clothing on the streets. She found she couldnt stand being away from the mesmerising stretchy material for a whole night. One of her favourites at the time was a deep blue metallic catsuit with heavy, inbuilt fake arms that hung uselessly yet naturally by her sides. The attached hood left just her eyes free, covering the rest of her head with the tight burnished fabric, seamless except for her standard facial fly zipper that could be opened via a large circular pull-ring dangling from just beneath her nose. She had a very heavy red rubber super-cape emblazoned with her super symbol, draped over her shoulders and modest knee-high ballet boots on eight inch heels to complete her costume.
Her highly polished, fake cobalt arms matched her catsuit perfectly but fooled nobody and often the clients would take advantage of her enthusiastic hunger and defenceless body by making her give free blowjobs right there on the street, pushing her down on rubber clad knees. At least she was eating well, Superhooker mused to herself as she licked some sticky sperm from the insides of her re-sealed rubber fly following one such fellatio session. It annoyed her a little that there was still tasty semen out of reach. Indeed, big white globs of her food sat staring at her from the top of her massive rubber-clad tits and as she watched, it dribbled down to rest even further away on her shiny blue knee - her right limb that she could only see if she twisted her upper body to the left, moving her huge bosom out of the way.
Luckily for Superhooker, vlatex was better than teflon - it always stayed flexible and nothing dry could stay attached to it long especially with movement, and within minutes the mess caked and fell easily away, leaving her as fresh and clean as before.
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During her next visit to the clinic, in accordance with her pre-specified requirements, Superhooker had her lubricant reservoirs artificially expanded and re-routed so that every opening in her body would dribble pussy nectar when she got excited. Even her tear ducts! She had her anatomy modified to allow her body to produce up to half a litre of clear sticky girl-come. Sometimes when trapped in her most bizarre bondage rubber scenes she would come inside her tight vlatex catsuit, perhaps even coating the surprised customer in her slippery, distinctive-smelling fluid. She trained her Maid- linked servant to drink the full quantity of her release daily, even conditioning the feminine, rubberised creature to have an overwhelming desire for the thick fluid. Superhooker often had the tightly dressed little maid clean the lubricant off her rubber costume with her tongue an unseemly task for the trapped office girl.
Linda had given her directions well. She asked to have her clitoris and labia pierced as well. She found herself hoping with pathetic eagerness that her doctor would bring forward the schedule and do it immediately, which he agreed to after his personal fuck-faced bimbo spent two nights of masturbatory activities between his legs. She insisted on having her clit enlarged radically as well, getting five small, eyeleted piercings down each minor labia and six larger holes in the major labia, each smoothly set with unbreakable titanium eyelets.
She had large eyeleted piercings in her nasal septum and in her new tongue. Her adjusted licker was by itself a work of art. It had been lengthened dramatically with the addition of new muscles, allowing her to extend it almost a hands length from her pussy mouth. The change included some internal modifications to Lindas skull and jaw to design her better for oral sex, continuing her mouth pussy into a fully functional throat sex. It didnt matter to Linda that her vocal chords served no other function than penile stimulation through vibration - she had not been able to speak at all since her face sex had been formed anyway. If her maid peeled her sex lips deeply apart she could see a second internal clitoris made from her enhanced tonsils, a sensitive node that would activate only when she gave head. A horrified Supergrrl realised she would never speak again.
Superhooker had been gradually turning herself into Zorelles ideal image of a customised sex object, despite how much her old self objected. The pretty creature was finding it more difficult to resist the lusty controlling spell that the Sorceress had placed on her. It was impossible to return to her previous life. She was an involuntary sex slut, yet as she flushed beneath her layers of wicked bondage clothing and dribbled lubricant down her chin, she found herself helplessly loving her vocation. From her position as one of the most liked princesses in history she had sunk one to being one of the lowest paid street whores and bondage porn stars in the kingdom - excluding the subhuman creatures who did not get paid at all as they performed in the rubberbrothels that owned them.
Beneath the hooker facade, Supergrrl knew exactly what was going on but was mentally (and in the end physically) unable to stop selling her body for bondage sex. She had turned herself into a rubber armless doll, her mouth heavily modified for blowing men, her pussy and ass altered for one purpose. Sex.
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A New Supergrrl Suit.
Her implants drained the last bit of energy she could summon to control her muscles and Supergrrls arms slid from her lap to dangle at her sides yet again. The new vlatex skin that Zorelle had given her was so slippery that she was amazed that she could even sit in the chair without sliding to the floor, especially since she was totally naked, well, she LOOKED naked, at least but the ripples of light reflecting off her curves told other stories. It was the first time she had been unclothed for a long period in Zorelles presence from the time she had been captured.
Linda had rubber skin. The hapless heroine looked like her naked body had been oiled and the replacement was perfect. She even had blonder latex around her smooth pussy where her pubic hair had been and a cap of blonde-hued latex over her cueball-smooth head. She looked at her fingers, fascinated by the splash of candlelight that rippled across the flesh- coloured yet shiny surface that was hers forever. Her sensations were amplified and she had already come twice by touching her juddering nipples.
Enjoy your freedom while it lasts Supergrrl chuckled Zorelle as she cupped both of Lindas nipples with her gloved hands, forcing yet another orgasm. Your spell has begun! Look at your hands!
Sure enough, the long, graceful digits extending from her palms looked like they belonged to a pair of gloves that someone had just removed their hands from - her fingers were floppy and hung at right angles to her hands but otherwise felt no different. Supergrrl stared at her hands - the inside workings of her fingers had been spirited away painlessly leaving five loose fingerlets to the palm. Her hands followed and then her arms until she was sitting with two useless vlatex arm skins dangling by her sides. Her toes and feet soon followed and within a minute she was just a rubberised torso supported by a chair, with what appeared to be empty rubber stockings and gloves attached to it, polished to a mirror sheen. Supergrrls massive bust was taken next, leaving her with two bizarrely sagging bags of rubber hanging from her shiny chest. The Kryptonite was gone, but it was too late for action as the spell continued.
Zorelle lifted one of the tit bags easily to her sneering lips and rolled the nipple gently between her perfect teeth, pushing the degenerating heroine to yet another climax and proving that the poor girl still had all feeling. The Sorceress took the humiliation of Linda and her deflated weather balloon breasts a step further and sucked the nipple down past her tonsils. Without releasing the rubberised flesh she swallowed again and again, each time pulling more of Lindas mammary down her throat. Finally Zorelles mouth had swallowed as much as it could and her lips met flush with the glossy rubber of the poor damsels torso. She planted a wet kiss completely around the base of her captive breast while Lindas impervious nipple dangled and dipped in the roiling fluids of the evil queens digestive tract. Zorelle began sucking on her teat very strongly, watching her helpless victim shudder in release after release as the spell changed Supergrrls torso as well.
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Zorelle held what remained of Supergrrl up in the mirror so she could see herself. The transformed girl would have gasped in terror if she still had lungs and a voice box but she could do nothing but stare at her rubberised future. Zorelle was holding what appeared to be a limp, deflated sex doll, albeit a very fetching one. Everything below the surface of her skin had been removed leaving a loose vlatex membrane from head to toe yet somehow she still retained all her senses and thought. She could feel the Sorceress grasping her shoulders and the warm air flowing over the glossy bags that had been her breasts but she was unable to move. She had all her super powers back but had no muscles to move with. There there - dont panic my dear. Youre still quite alive and will be so forever, except that you will enjoy life from the perspective of a living outfit hanging in my wardrobe. Zorelle smiled, rotating the human catsuit around so she could examine every inch of the finely crafted female costume. The distorted Supergrrl would fit her larger frame easily because the latex would stretch like liquid to accommodate Zorelles body.
You may even find your super strength returning now that your implants are gone but your muscles are missing so it will not be of much use to you! Of course, your polished skin is still bulletproof which will be of VERY good use to me!
Linda felt a hand at the back of her neck and a zipper was slid down to just above where her buttocks had been, creating a gaping split in her back and her giving the bizarre feeling of air flowing inside her.
In the names of the seven galaxies no! SG swore silently to herself as she realised what was about to happen but Zorelle was right - all she could do was just hang there looking at herself, the smooth wax-polished skinsuit rippling in the mirror.
Since the spell has finished, I believe it is safe to try on my new Super Suit for size. Zorelle dumped the heroine in a flaccid heap on the chair and stripped naked as her new costume watched with trepidation out of the corner of its eye. Zorelle caught sight of the roving eyes in the mirror and promptly flipped the head face-down, smothering the girl in her own latex folds. If the ever present Rubbermaids were impressed by the revelation of their mistresss toned form they didnt show it, staring impassively at nothing and ever waiting for a command.
Lifting the folds of her captive in her arms Zorelle sat back on the chair to feed her toes into the opening and down the hollow legs. Linda could feel her rubberised thighs sliding easily up the Sorceresss legs and tried in vain to summon some kind of energy to stop her, even trying to utter a voiceless plea for mercy. It was no use - she was merely an inert piece of fetish clothing. Lindas buttocks slid up to fit snugly around her wearer and soon she was being worn to Zorelles hips. The Sorceress slid her sex smoothly into the hollow pussy lips of the suit and adjusted what had once been Supergrrls sphincter to curl intimately around her own. Zorelle smiled, knowing her captive costume would feel every sensation she did, even toileting.
Refraining from inserting her shoulders, the evil lady donned the arms next, quickly followed by the head, which was almost too small at the neck to squeeze her through, but the material gave way again and she managed it, aligning her facial features with that of her living mask. Once set correctly, the mask locked in place and blended to give a realistic look to any but the closest of inspections. Zorelle shrugged her shoulders in last and stood tall, stretching her terrified costume to cover her completely with a soft pop of air. She called a maid over to close the zipper and pirouetted about the mirror. She looked exactly like Supergrrl, and in a way, she was Supergrrl. The zip was well camouflaged from view by the perfect seal, but Zorelle hid the tiny metal handle at the back of the neck by wearing a golden vlatex choker.
When Zorelle wasn't wearing her around the castle or in public (which was often, for the Dark Queen had many evil pursuits to follow) Supergrrl was stored in a variety of ways. At first the Rubbermaids simply folded her up in a little box with her face nestled impossibly in her bosom and her large breast skins folded over the back of her head. The box was stored away in a dark cupboard. Zorelle worried that constant doubling over of her captive would lead to creases and she began hanging Supergrrl up in a wardrobe with the other human rubber costumes she had collected since she had experimented on the poor woman of steel. She lovingly slid the limp shoulders of her favourite living costume over a hanger and zipped the girl closed to the top of her neck, effectively trapping her to dangle neatly from her clothes hanger.
As an afterthought she installed a faint light and a mirror on the floor at an angle inside the wardrobe so that the victims with their slightly tilted-forward heads would have to look at themselves continuously if they were hung the correct way....and she made sure they always were. Zorelle had many ladies stored away in this fashion, and could use them as a disguise. As a rubber catsuit, Supergrrl was unable to even twitch as she hung helplessly on her hanger in the wardrobe. As a warm breeze blew through the slats in the door of the claustrophobic cupboard, Supergrrls slick nipples brushed erotically against the gleaming teats of the latex Catsuit Girl who hung facing her. There were so many female catsuits in the cupboard now that they were almost pressed together.
Zorelle especially loved wearing one of them to bed on a cold night instead of her latex sleepwear. The Supergrrl suit always remained her favourite. With her zip up the back for easy entry Supergrrl felt humiliated in her shiny rubber sheath form, especially when stretched skintight against Zorelle voluptuous curves the queen was bigger than her. She could see and feel everything being done with her body but remained powerless, trapped as a limp vlatex shell.
Some nights Zorelle put a cheap plastic sex doll inside her and inflated its not-quite-natural shape to bursting point. Supergrrl looked much more attractive than a basic blowup doll, and the sorceress planned to have her delivered to a brothel in that state for a time in the months to come. But trapped in Zorelles bed those nights, sex doll Supergrrl was forced to endure the indignity of juddering lesbian rubbersex with her mistress.
In due time Zorelle reclaimed one of her mannequinned lacquer girls from a bondage clothing workshop and dressed it in the Supergrrl skin in a corner of her bedroom whenever she wanted to gloat over the polished prisoner. She spent time concocting further punishments for the living suit. Supergrrl even found herself being worn by a rubber hooker on the streets for a month, begging for any depraved rubber bondage session she could get. She could do nothing - she was only a suit, an inaminate piece of clothing.
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Months later, as Linda dangled from her clothes hanger and imagined she had been spared from further torment, Zorelle opened the wardobe door and removed her from storage. Supergrrl Suit felt herself draped over the dark ladys shoulders like a fur stole and could see walls flash by as she was taken outside to the courtyard where she was thrown without dignity into a loose pile of sparkling rubber. In a burst of spell Linda felt her pussy and butt seal closed along with her mouth and nostrils. She couldnt see what was going on behind her but she could feel something being attached to the back if her neck. A hiss of gas confirmed her suspicions as her lightweight body shell inflated to its original size. To an observer she would have looked the same as before she had been turned into the dreadful catsuit.
You are attractive like this Supergrrl, much nicer than when you had the sex doll inside you. chuckled Zorelle as she squeezed the breasts of her inflated doll and made the incarcerated woman shudder in mental orgasm yet again. After this experiment is done Im going to leave you like this for awhile, perhaps with some dildos to plug my dollys holes....but first we have to see how strong your skin really is. Shall we continue?
The hiss grew louder, and she felt her thighs begin a definite expansion, the effect creeping down her legs until it reached her calves. Zorelle squeezed her arms around Lindas buttocks. Her behind shrunk and with an odd whoosh her chest bulged outward.
Zorelle kept an eye on the view as her old enemy's form swelled. The panic in Lindas eyes more than repaid past suffering as the dominatrix watched her expand. Now it appeared there were twin volleyballs adorning her chest and her body stretched out into a star shape. The captive princess of steel started to resemble some obscenely overinflated caricature of a woman, shaking and wobbling with every spurt of gas.
Zorelle found herself being aroused by this forced expansion. Supergrrls physique had always been better than hers and seeing the swollen immensity of the girls stretched flesh appealed to the sorceress in a way she could not explain. Her arms became sausage-like and Zorelle noted with clinical curiosity that the suits nipples had either receded or been stretched too flat to be visible.
Lindas chest blew free in the breeze, seemingly constricted at the base to give them an almost spherical shape, twin spheres the size of large beachballs squashed outwards by pressure from each other. The odd thing was, they were in proportion to her great shoulders pressing up against her neck and her giant arms, puffed like tube balloons. Her tiny waist, each abdominal muscle clearly visible by their size, only emphasized the upper and lower hourglass shape.
"The pressure... Oh the pressure..." She thought to herself. A low moan was the only sign from Zorelle, who was fingering herself, the whistling hiss underscoring everything. A moment of thought turned into terror as she realised the sorceress had forgotten she was still inflating.
Zorelle stared in awe now, amazed at the impossible figure before her, twin titanic hemispheres of breast occluding her face, nearly caught by the rotund buttocks above the immense thighs and pelvis. She would have thought Supergrrl would be soft to the touch, but the shape her body was holding clearly indicated there was high pressure in there.
Supergrrls feet expanded suddenly to bulge immensely, pushing her off the ground only to be pulled down by her filling tube. Instead of landing on the ground however, her swollen shape bounced once, ponderously, on one foot and continued bouncing slowly like a rubber ball.
Inside the bulbous creature, Linda was terrified. Her complete helplessness was pushing the once completely in control woman to the brink.
Your expansion is not nearly complete Zorelle decreed as her rigidly spread eagled victim continued to inflate. Now the waist had begun to balloon, matching the jutting bust and flaring hips. Her shoulders were so immense that they were pushing against her cheeks and chin. Only feet and fingers still appeared semi-normal and even these had fattened and were swelling, her hands rounding and her feet puffing.
Lindas eyes widened as her cheeks suddenly welled up, lips plumping to make her face larger than life.
And still she grew, her skin still highly reflective but taking up a pinkish bubblegum hue. Zorelle called in two ass- tubed slave girls to assist the filling process. She had given one of them a red vlatex body and the other blue, and they knew when they felt the drag of their attached butt tubes that they too would be expanded to helplessness if they did not serve well.
Supersuits nipples were long since invisible, spread over too wide an area. Her legs and arms were being absorbed into the immense globularity of her torso. Zorelle reached up and put a hand against Lindas flank, feeling a taut warm surface, somewhat akin to touching an overinflated balloon. She rolled her across the cobblestones, marvelling at the incredible ease she could be moved. At last she closed off the gas, leaving Supergrrl in a nearly spherical shape, her rubbery skin blown up around her face and her barely visible hands and feet.
Zorelle kissed Lindas rounded lips and rolled the massive human ball over so she could nibble gently on the presented clitoris that had expanded to a hand-sized bump.
Wow! I really excelled myself on your conversion spell. Your skin fabric is really strong! Ill leave you out here for a few days - you are after all waterproof. Its a pity you dont still have lungs like the first lady I expanded. She motioned to a large black ball gleaming silently in the far corner of the courtyard. The process cuts off a lot of air to the victim, something to do with pressure on the lungs I'm told. If you listen carefully you can still hear her constant panting even if her speech cut out a long time ago. Her last words were tiny gasping whispers. Zorelle put on a tiny, mimicking voice. ....ooh oohwhat have you done to me?.
"Fiery Suns! What HAS she done to me?" The words echoed in her head as the expanded heroine silently berated herself yet again, her mind spinning. As if reading her mind Zorelle answered. "Why, silly, you're a balloon. The longer we leave you like this the more your overstressed skin gets used to being stretched. Zorelle tapped a bulbous nipple and listened to the dull vibration. When and if we deflate you in a couple of weeks, your body will take months to return to its original dimensions, if it does at all. We have a very large Amazon slave girl slated to wear you next, double your size in every way. You will shrink around her, quite enjoyably for you but not so much fun for her - I assure you. I can also tell you that due to the spell she is under, she masturbates through her folds of flesh almost all day!
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Rubberhooker was not being paid as much as she was used to and her new clothes were expensive, so she started borrowing money from the only credit corporation that would lend to street walkers, a shady organisation called Brothel Bank. If debtors missed a repayment they could be assured that the repayment truck would come looking for them to make them repay in some way. The vehicle was a huge multi-wheelbase rig that had its own auto-do cubicle and storage rooms in the back. After two missed repayments, the ominous black truck and its strong Amazon guards picked her up from a corner.
Inside the truck she was zipped from the toes to a very high collar into a translucent sheath made from baby blue plastic. Creaking softly, she was buckled down with straps of the same material into a plush, comfortable chair. She could see all proceedings but not participate. A matching clear blue plastic hood was snapped over her smooth head and laced tight down the back.
Superhooker, under section 138 of the loan agreement you signed, we are requisitioning you to force you to repay your debt. Until your loan is repaid, your body and soul will be leased to Rubber Brothel inc and by law you forfeit all status or rights as a human being during that period. Your debt will of course be indexed at the normal 28% interest rate.
The plastic wrapped woman slumped in resignation as the debt collector moved to a terminal and pressed a button. Rubberbrothel employees earned so little she would not even be able to cover her interest each month let alone repay her debt. She would be owned by and trapped in the rubber brothel corporation for ever.
We have already collected your useful belongings. Superhooker looked at the display to see a shiny black wriggling pod hanging from a hook a the storage facility, emblazoned with the serial number of her maid. The pod with womanly curves tapered to a point at the top and bottom. A single, opaque tube entered the top. The Collector spoke at the monitor.
Seal please. As she watched the featureless pod became bulbous as it was filled with instantly setting latex, hardening around the maid within, a dutiful girl who had always done her job well. After a minute all movement ceased, leaving a gently pulsing pod dangling with the other forms, all silent.
Your property will remain in storage with our corporation until you have repaid your debt to us
One of the pods beside her maid was obviously also filled with hardened quickset rubber. It was marked with white writing - WIFE and had a pair of black rubberised arms and legs protruding uselessly from the sides even though her head was sealed inside and no longer evident at all. Every now and again the hands would try in vain to find something to grip on the slippery material on the outside, scrabbling around on the seamless curve where its bosom should have been - now compressed into two long waves in the pod.
A silver dipped bimbo sat beside Rubberhooker, her metallic vlatex curves bound in the same style of baby blue plastic tube suit that the streetwalker wore. As the attractive creature stared dazedly at the wife pod effigy on the big screen, the Collector spoke up.
Mr Smith, you made a big mistake crossing us. Remember your wife as you see her now - this is how she will be stored until you have repaid the debt using your new pretty body. Savour your last moments of relative independence while you can. There is much worse to come for you in the Rubberbrothel!
--
In the brothel, Superhookers body changed format almost every week but there were a few standard features, or lack thereof. She had been completely sealed in black vlatex on arrival and her facial features smoothed over leaving her with a vaguely feminine yet totally anonymous rubber oval for a head. The Madame of the brothel had immediately pushed her into an auto- do cubicle and removed her legs from the knees down and her arms from the elbow, adding the excess of mass to her already large tits, leaving them huge.
The smooth, sexless creature was sealed up totally, getting her air through a tiny valve at the back of her neck that was the only route to her lungs. Breathing was difficult through a tiny tube connected from the valve to a cylinder of air, replaced periodically. If she did not want to end up a lifeless rubber toy she had to perform well, totally dependent on others to change the cylinder for her.
Often the air from Superhookers tank passed through a unique, clear latex rebreather bag, a heavy duty sack made from the rubber torso of a transformed woman, a slave whom Superhooker had replaced. Airflow was controlled via a pussy shaped valve at one end of the shiny translucent bladder that the air passed through, all that remained to identify the ousted lady, magically still very much alive. The rebreather filled helplessly with air for each laboured breath and added a strong taint of rubber - a fact Superhooker would have appreciated if she still had her pretty nose.
Each of her foreshortened limbs ended in a large, heavy duty silver D-Ring and it was using these on her arms that the sightless creature was hooked to a rack on the wall, her truncated legs almost brushing the floor. Although her waist was a corset in itself, what remained of Superhooker was dressed as a bargirl, a golden rubber dress covered in layers of frictionless ruffles and an inbuilt tightly laced glossy corset.
Some customers did not even bother to take her down before using her body for their pleasure, especially the men. Her face pussy was at a convenient level for oral sex on the average male and she was unhindered by a need to breathe with that orifice. Superhooker could deep throat into her vlatex sheathed stomach if she had to.
When time came to service a woman she would be taken down on the bed. Tooled by the magic her facial pussy would alter wetly to form a large dildo tongue, a stimulator that squeezed out between the vertical lips of her pussy mouth. The tongue was an extension of her face pussy clitoris and many times more sensitive. She felt overwhelming pleasure as she sank it deep in the petal-like folds of each unknown female sex. In her nether regions a single pair of oddly vertical facial lips showed where her original huge kissing pout had been moved to. With finality Superhooker realised she wasnt a hooker any more. She was an automated sex doll, customised to the selections of any client.
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Batgrrl spent many months as Zorelles fetish dolly with an embarrassing slurping pussy. She could only look on in pathetic silence from her mental dungeon as her enhanced whores programming dominated her every action. The evil lady had full control over Barbaras enchanted and pliable vlatex body and decided to start making some further alterations to her oversexed toy.
Every time a member of the public saw the trapped dynamic damsel, Zorelle wanted them to know immediately who her plaything had once been. She always made sure Batgrrls outfit and skin resembled the original black, purple and gold batsuit she had arrived in no matter what her current alterations were. Of course, sometimes it was beyond the realms of transformations forced on the poor girl.
In the beginning she was allowed to keep her arms but they were soon taken from her. Armless, she was given larger breasts again that nestled against her rubber thighs as she moved. Her light bat cape sheath was replaced with a much heavier, glossy version that slithered loudly even against her frictionless torso and smooth de-limbed shoulders. When the cape was zipped up the front to enclose her body, the new boobs had nowhere to go and pushed against the fabric, tenting it bizarrely at her midriff. But still Zorelle felt she hadnt done enough to make her enemy useless. She totally sealed Barbaras head, leaving her deaf, dumb and blind beneath an authentic-looking bat-eared cowl. The bondage cowl was a black and gold embossed rubber affair, smoothly devoid of any human features other than its vaguely head-like shape and a tiny ripple in the surface where her nose ought to have been. The desensitized heroine lived in Zorelles bedroom, her stasis spelled form low maintenance as it lay strapped to the padded wall ready for use as an oversized fetish teddy bear.
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One surprising day Batgrrl was given her arms and facial features back all of them, including her eyes. A rubber version of her real original mouth returned only to have a micro-zipper installed across it that could seal her opening completely. It was thoroughly undetectable and her gleaming lips were even smooth to touch when the tiny catch was unslid to the corner of her mouth. The zipper teeth on the closure were so microscopically small they could not be felt at all by Batgrrl as she rubbed her lips together yet they were hundreds of times stronger than the fasteners of old. Once her fat lips were closed, an expanding pear gag made from her own hollowed and rubber sheathed tongue could be inflated to silence her completely.
Opting to use an auto-do cubicle instead of wasting precious energy on mundane magic, Zorelle spelled away Batsluts luscious, slender legs. With her lower limbs truncated half way between her hip and knee, Batgrrl was the correct size to spend time merged with the rubber seat and body of her own bat cycle. First Zorelle introduced her caped human toy to a large dildo on very tip of the seat, forcing the de-legged girl to lay face up on the superbike, stretching her back to hold the throttle and brake in her rubberised hands. In a shimmer of vlatex her arms fused to the metal, becoming one with the handlebars. Her unnaturally conical breasts rested down over her belly, appearing to be fused into one unit shaped as a large fuel tank. Her milk ducts had been modified to produce two fuel lines for the throaty engine as her lower torso sank closer to the frame, transforming into a comfortable bike seat in black patent leather. She had been made into her own bat cycle, constantly milked for the energy to run her half-mechanical body. Her arms would soon go, their matter added to her already ponderous fuel tank bosom.
The bat cycle tried in vain to open its comely, zip sealed lips, shuddering as the hidden dildo sprang to life inside her. With a leathery slither from her full dress, Zorelle lifted her booted leg over the quivering cushion. She sank comfortably down to rest astride her newly created thoroughbred.
Do not bother trying to break the seal, Batslut I designed it strong for just the likes of you. She touched a control on the electronic dash and watched as Batgrrls cheeks expanded outward and her mewing receded to silence, a testament to the success of her inflato-tongue and its uncomfortable effect.
The mouth seal will only be opened when you need to be refuelled and for this I have improved on a natural high protein energy cocktail called Sperm. Of course the drink is highly purified but will most certainly taste the same, biker doll!. Zorelle ran her long fingernail across the packed and sealed lips and grasped the zipper at the left side of Batgrrls bulging face. A quick motion slid the mouth fastener open and a fat pink vlatex tongue exploded from the orifice, returning the captives cheeks to their original shape in an instant. The released gag glistened wetly with lubricant as it pouted like an obscene breast from Barbaras stressed lips. It was an overexpanded rubber pear, stretching her kisser wider than she had ever experienced in her life.
Zorelle started her female superbike with a roar and took it for a whirlwind test ride through the echoing corridors of the castle, still with its tongue gag visible, finally being forced to stop her humiliating play when the breast tanks read empty. One of the Rubbermaids was given the task of pushing the human transportation unit outside the castle grounds to a nearby service station where a special bowser had been installed at the request of Her Majesty, the first of many across the country. It was a sperm bowser.
Batbike felt her expando-tongue deflating at last but before she had time to speak, a silvery nozzle from the uniquely designed supply pump was snuggled between her lips. It was a slick rubbery extension on the end of a standard hose, fashioned in the shape of an erect and overly large male organ, with a finger width hole down the centre to allow rapid flow. As the uncompromising nozzle slid easily down her lubricated throat, Batgrrl noticed the metallic vlatex spout was soft and surprisingly warm against her tonsils. With her gag reflex reversed, the trapped Batgrrl could only feel as the maid pulled the trigger and she drank until her gullet was filled to the brim with warm, thick semen. Overflow from her mouth signalled the automatic cutout of the bowser and she was detached from the supply, still swallowing furiously. Batbike realised with trepidation that the high protein cum would quickly replenish her stocks of breast petrol for the combustion engines and she could be ridden again soon.
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Supergrrl gets some medicine
Linda was released from her contraption in the floor, and the dildo in her sex was unscrewed and removed, still dripping with her juices. A special floppy rubber dildo covered in hundreds of tiny knobs was inserted into her and screwed tightly in place. Zorelle connected an air hose to the valve between Linda's legs and pumped the dildo up like a football bladder. Supe bucked and struggled, but mostly in silence, for her mouth was still pulled wide open by the face harness. Zorelle stopped the flow of air to the expanded pussy filler only when her captives eyes began to glaze over and a stream of drool escaped her mouth.
Linda came to her senses to find she still had the massively inflated dildo inside her but she had been strapped on her back on a specially designed wooden horse. The horse had special straps and padded vices to keep its rider's head motionless facing the ceiling. Zorelle brought out a little white pill in a pair of tongs.
"We have developed a new chemical especially for you, Princess. It is so addictive that you will do anything to get it after a week of doses". She took it over to the girl's mouth and dropped it in. "Here you are your majesty, here is the first of many instalments."
The spread-eagled captive refused to swallow the pill sitting in her mouth, and Zorelle grew angry. "Perhaps the wench needs something to wash it down". She lifted the heavy folds of her rubber gown to reveal a crotch zipper that she swiftly slid open. She draped her hips astride the pleading Linda and sealed the crotch opening against the forcibly stretched mouth of her charge. She dropped the layers of her gown, gripped the girl's head with her thighs and hands, and began to urinate heavily in her mouth. Linda could be heard gurgling and choking on the torrent of fluid she was being forced to swallow, along with the tablet. She was started on her way to becoming Zorelle's obedient slave.
As she lay there on the horse, Supergrrl felt a weird tingling sensation spreading from the pit of her stomach to her nipples and clit. She closed her pussy as tightly as she could around the huge inflated dildo between her legs but it was not enough. She needed to be filled. Her ass needed something inside it too. She wanted a cock in her mouth. Never had her clit felt so large and sensitive and indeed it was swollen to five times its original size. Orgasms! All she wanted was orgasms, and another one of those little pills Zorelle had given her it did not matter if it came with urine, she needed it. She wanted as many orgasms as possible! pleab helfp mbe she garbled through her widely stretched mouth. I neeb a fwukpleab fwuk meb! Zorelle ignored the begging slave and demurely smoothed down her heavy rubber gown to leave no indication she had just relieved herself using her most hated enemy.
-- The statue workshop
Linda awoke from her drugged stupor to find she had been released from the wooden horse and was already walking stiffly behind the Sorceress. A new, larger dildo had been inflated inside her, and it was by a leash connected to the base of it that she was pulled along the corridor as fast as the drug and her stiff leather costume and hip boots would allow. She desparately wanted more of the drug but so far had been able to ignore the urges withdrawl symptoms grew stronger by the hour. Stone passageways blurred into one another until finally they reached another section of the castle, a large hall containing many gold and silver mannequins of ladies. Each statue bore a terrified expression, and some were fitted with golden torture devices.
"Welcome to the metal wing my dear!" said Zorelle to the princess when she had caught her breath. "All of these statues were once captives or political enemies of mine." she said with a flourish of her hand. "As you can see, they have all been rendered perfectly harmless by their personal transformations. Oh don't worry, my little addicted one, they are all still alive, but their skins are now thick metal. They are kept in stasis by the spells I used to neutralise them."
Zorelle pushed the drooling Supergrrl back against one of the new rubber pillars and buckled her securely to it in a position where she would be able to watch the proceedings. The sorceress selected one of the wriggling vlatex storage pods hanging feet-first from a rack against one wall, released the seal at the base and a voluptuous woman slid greasily out onto the floor.
I dont know if youd recognise your old weapons expert Felicia now because she used to be so thin - those pods have a habit of making modifications to the measurements and features of their occupants....making them more attractive. She reached down and cupped a large slippery breast of the blinking podgirl. Look at these 36Ds! Mustve been 14As when she was podded!
Shaking weakly, for she was not used to movement, Felicia was pushed across the room to stand naked on a dais of solid gold. Large rolls of pure gold foil were placed beside her. The sorceress closed her eyes and concentrated. Felicias feet arched until she was standing on the tips of her toes, and the gold from the base melted and flowed up her feet to set her legs to the knee in rigid ballet boots, preventing her escape while the rest of the spell took effect. From the rolls, length after length of the foil fluttered into the air like golden serpents. A directorial gesture from the evil sorceress made them rise and fall, dancing in a snake rhythm. Like glittering fluid, the sheets circled and enveloped the girl; then those nearest her feet spun faster, seeming to melt onto the skin. More swiftly than the eye could follow, the rest of the gold blended into place, gilding the tall shapely girl from toe to head in a hard seamless sheath of yellow brilliance. Felicia had been transformed into a golden statue, just like all the others in the room.
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The Rubbot Factory
The dairy was full to overflowing with freshly dull witted rivals and still Zorelle suspected every citizen was a threat to her empire, starting with relatives of the fallen. These luckless males and females were thought to be unsuitable for acceptance into the Dark Queen's new society and many of the cooperative and uncooperative kin alike were made into rubberised women, or Rubbots, as they were known in sex stores. Each prospective moulding subject was packaged up neatly in their home ready for transportation to the rubberising factory.
Rei and her husband were in their living room watching television at the moment packing maids burst in with stun guns. Forcibly separated from her lover, Rei was dragged paralyzed to the bedroom and fed feet first into a large, widely stretched white balloon made from very thick rubber. Once all her limbs were trapped inside the efficient bondage sheath, just her head remained protruding from its tight neck. The two maids pulled at attached loops on either side of the rubber neck and allowed the remaining air buffering her skin to escape, shrinking it around her limbs such that she became a tight human pellet. Her head stuck stiffly out of the top of the snowy rubber ball that impossibly contained her limbs.
Finding some movement returning, Rei struggled mightily as the packers fitted a standard anonymous white rubber hood over her face, leaving her with no sound or vision and just a single breathing valve at the mouth. She was singled out for her exertions - a new tube was forced down the neck of her stiff balloon and liquid latex was pumped in around her, setting within seconds to solid rigidity. As she was being transported to the factory, Rei could hear only her own sobbing entreaties in her plugged ears, not those coming from the matching white ball of her husband beside her in the windowless van. The other bleached sphere contained her trapped partner, similarly attired.
Once arriving at the factory, the balloon bound couple were rolled into a preparation area, where they were cut free from their confining balls. Before their cramped limbs could even begin to move, they were harnessed on their backs to a conveyor belt using a network of straps. The harness was a simple one made from leather. It covered their torsos only and was gripped by the clamps beneath the conveyer belt, holding them firmly at the shoulders, waist, and groin. Even though their arms and legs were free, the connections on their harnesses were completely out of reach. Self release was an impossibility. After gliding through a polished factory curtain, helpless Rei arrived at a huge waterwheel style piece of apparatus. Robot arms pinioned her hands and feet, and her harness snapped off and away. Her arms were locked into two holes in the wheel, and her legs into two others, so that her whole front was wrapped snug against it, into form-fitting indentations in the metal. She was screaming loudly as the wheel turned steadily, moving her steadily forwards through a second rubber curtain at the apex of the wheel. As she did so, her screams took on a whole new urgency. There was a liquid hiss and her sounds ceased abruptly.
In another room which joined beneath the wheel, a shiny, mercifully silent black rubber doll of a woman slipped out of the mould to join the countless number of identical slightly wobbling figurines in the packing room. Each doll had a round, wide open rubber mouth that seemed to be filled with a crimson rubber plug. The blinded dolls had closed, coated eyes and the others like Rei, perhaps the unlucky ones, had been left with huge lidless orbs and no way of shutting them. All of their glistening black limbs were stuck in an attractive stiffened embrace as if making passionate love.
The dolls in the depository were earmarked for packing neatly away in cheap cardboard boxes labelled "Rubbot tm - Rubberised Female Doll - HANDLE WITH CARE". Part of their instructions inside read "to allow your doll to last for a number of years you must 'feed' it twice a week, and release the waste valve often. The food can be anything you like.
The supervisor checked the latest doll closely to make sure the manufacturing process had been perfect. There was no way to remove the seamless skintight coating from the Rubbots so each moulding needed to be faultless the first time. As she had done a hundred times that day to other living merchandise, she examined the creature that looked very much like a blow up latex love doll sold in the sex shops of old. The amazing differences failed to interest her anymore.
Instead of an imitation flesh tone skin, the Rubbot had glossy black latex over most of its body, but its breasts, lips, pussy lips and the ring of its ass were a stark contrast of intense red. Somewhere inside the gleaming latex skin was a living man or woman, but the only evidence that the creature was not merely a doll were the frantically moving eyes.
She stepped forward to see if the special enhancements had been properly installed in the Rubbot. Without needing lubrication she slid three of her rubber gloved fingers effortlessly between Reis pussy lips and felt them grip lovingly. Supervisor knew the Rubbot had little chance of movement of her own volition now it would be unable to get away from its eventual buyer. Rubbot Rei tried to flex her arms from their forward position, but they refused to move. Her arms looked as if they were holding an imaginary lover, one hand at about shoulder level the other at the waist. She tried once again to move her arms and was almost able to straighten them a little before they snapped back into love doll position.
As Rei lay flat on her back on the floor, her arms curved up in front of her as if caressing an invisible sweetheart. Her fingers were fused into a smooth curve and held there by the same rigid inbuilt boning that locked her arms in their position. Her dipped legs were also laden with hidden boning that spread her wide and kept her bent at the knee. The position left just her back and tips of her fused toes touching the floor and gave total access to her bright red lower openings.
Supervisor reached down and rolled the Rubbot over so that it was supported by its knees and forearms, shoving its ass high in the air. Reis efforts at escape proved worthless, and she began to understand exactly how trapped she was. She moaned with despair.
"Don't worry Rei.or should I say Dolly? We have back orders for dolls like you - I'll have you delivered to a sex shop that already has a client who wants to own you!
Reis eyes followed the supervisors hands as they manipulated something at the bound girls mouth. With a twist, the red plug that filled Rei dollys mouth was removed.
Suddenly realization hit her, "GHOOOO! OOOOOOOO!" She understood beyond a doubt that she had been turned into a fully functional latex love dolly, with all her openings propped open for anyone to use.
Supervisor slid the stopper easily back into the Rubbots O shaped mouth. "You have to eat sometime, little one! This plug merely keeps you quiet when your suck-hole isnt filled"
Many of the Rubbots had also been given permanent fetish wear that had been moulded tightly onto their bodies. They were sealed into a random mixture of rubber maid, ponygirl, nurse, schoolgirl, dominatrix, baby, slavegirl costumes that had no option of removal. Ever. Those that were not costumed were left in the basic form of a plain sex doll, expressionless, pliable and willing. Each Rubbot had a new role to play for the rest of their lives.
Behind the Rubbot Rei, another big titted vlatex dolly rolled from the production line. It was her husband, already perma- dressed as a fetish rubber schoolgirl in a skintight, neck to ankle vlatex pinafore that held his hobble skirted legs close together. Nobody took any notice of him as he/she lay on the floor quivering slightly.
The supervisor still remembered Zorelles visit to the factory with the leather clad Supergrrl in tow and how the sorceress had taunted the one time princess.
You may have wondered where your oldest sister Nancy disappeared to". She had said, pointing at the stack of black rubberised women waiting for boxing as Linda looked on anxiously. "I put her through this factory immediately a month ago. She was made into one of these rubber dolls and shipped out with hundreds of others, all identical. We keep no sales records, and to give you some idea of how difficult it would be to find her, we processed our one hundred thousandth doll this week. Besides, the dollification process is not reversible. Thanks to the enforced isolation and some special tapes we make them listen to during the first week, they forget their own names within days of being given the treatment.
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Zorelle knew that the upper class families in her kingdom were the ones who could afford to use their power and influence to have her neutralized. In order to keep as many of them in her control as possible she extracted all of their young people, sixteen and over, from those families and introduced them to a life in one of the thousands of new rubber brothels in the land.
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Rich girl Maliia gazed wistfully at the rack on the wall where all that remained of her dark, buttock-length hair protruded from a glossy ponytail hood. Her head was now billiard-ball smooth, following the standard for all rubber hookers in the brothel - her detached hair-hood was sometimes even worn by one of the other girls in the establishment. Originally of brown complexion, her body glowed with a polished bronze metallic sheen that came from the tight vlatex layer that the Brothel Madame had replaced her soft skin with on arrival.
Maliia was one of the few whores to retain her vision but her eyes had received as much attention as the rest of her body. Her eyelids had been removed completely and replaced with a lens that could be faded to opaque if the customer wished to have a sightless slave. Her deep brown eyes had also been widened and shaped into delicate almonds to give her an alluring wide-eyed stare. She would never blink again. Her arms had been folded, reduced and fused together in the small of her back, making her arch her new chest forward.
Her tits were her most obvious new feature. Deemed on the small side on arrival, a brief stint in an auto-do cubicle had enlarged them to a cantaloupe size fit for a B-grade porn movie, but that was only the beginning. Her fattened, collagen enhanced rubber lips were so huge she would have found it difficult to speak if she hadnt been gagged most of the time. A feeder gag had been strapped to her face and she watched helplessly over a period of four days as her breasts expanded to the same size as her upper torso, bizarre on her petite frame.
Her real pussy was given enhancers to make it more fleshy until it pouted unnaturally as if she was on heat - and a second matching rubber sex was installed in place of her anal ring. The second ultra-clean passage was unused by normal bodily functions because the trapped girl could never produce any waste product other than urine on her special liquid diet. Her urinary tract was microchip controlled as were her sphincter muscles, but the latter only came into play if the customer wanted special duties from her. If the Maliia whore somehow escaped from her new rubberised world she would certainly die within a day or two if the remote controlled locks were still on her lower openings. Indeed she could release her bladder only at the whim of the customer or her Madame.
A series of eyelets were installed painlessly down the lips of both her pussies and across her mouth. Using lengths of blue satin ribbon, her openings were laced tightly closed. Below the waist two fat rubberised clitorises squeezed out between the satin, erect like tiny penises except that these were pure womanflesh, coated in latex to keep them erect, and pierced cruelly with heavy gold rings. The ball gag in her mouth was left in as her puffy blowjob lips were laced closed over the top of it. A little gold padlock snibbed through the middle of each of the three tightly laced fissures to ensure utter control of her openings.
She struggled to resist the programming that the brothel computers gave her but it was impossible. If she wasnt vigilant, sometimes she found herself adoring her obscene designed-for-sex body as the computer had told her to do. The computer also made her alter the way her legs moved - try as she might, Maliia could not stop herself doing the voluptuous hip-grinding, rubber-squeaking sway of the streetwalker. She had been turned into a living rubber sex doll, an automation, designed to pleasure men and women alike, whoever could afford the inexpensive fee. She wanted to scream for help but outwardly she smiled a another customer stepped into her room.
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Barbara Gordon was no longer a human superbike. After months as a public embarrassment touring the streets, with even her mouth replaced with a screw-top fuel cap, she had been returned somewhat to her original form before her re- education, re-coating and conversion into a stage act for Zorelles infamous Heroine Hotel nightclub
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Wondertits stretched Batgrrls vlatex sealed left breast towards the face of its owner. Ignoring the look of pleading in the Gotham City heroines eyes she sat the heavily modified yet still gorgeous girl on her butt facing the crowd. She forced Batgrrl to swallow her own nipple, stuffing the tit right into her mouth. She stood back a little to give the crowd a good view while the glossy black and gold torso hungrily sucked its shiny teat. The presented pussy was leaving a sopping wet trail behind it as Wondie pleasured the compact sex toy for the benefit of the crowd. Batslut was very compact now. Management had made full use of an auto-do cubicle to erase her arms to just above the elbow and her legs to mid thigh, as well as enlarging her tits, lips and pussy to even more obscene proportions.
Batslut gave the best performance she could as her weeks of relentless mental conditioning took over her defenceless brain. She could do no other as her natural instinct for competitiveness kicked in - she knew this was her life now and she wanted to be the best in her new profession. The throng watched in silence as the truncated dynamic damsel lost her pride and dignity. She was acting like a whore and her brain made her love every second of it. Wondertits pawed Barbaras sleek nipples and sawed her fused mitt hands through the rubber slaves seething channel. The lustrous black rubber inner thighs of the foreshortened damsel were thick with her leaking honey and her breathing grew labored as her flashing hips bounced up and down, grinding against the rubbery invader as wantonly as the remnant limbs on her sex torso would allow. How would these people react if they knew she was the real Batgrrl deep inside? She had become one of the sluts she'd always loathed.
Batgrrl crawled on her shiny stumps to the men and proceeded to suck their cocks, taking two penises into her mouth at the same time. A black man came all over her masked, impervious rubber face and tits and Batgrrl voraciously swallowed his sperm and begged for more. She was soon covered in cum and rolled around on stage, rubbing the semen into her waterproof skin.
The end of each act saw Batgrrl babbling incoherently, forgetting even who she was. She had become a true whore and grovelled in depravity, wanting only to suck and fuck and roil in the slippery white nectar her many fans gave her. Zorelle had shut down her individuality such that she acted on commands only. She was truly a creature designed for sex. She was a sperm doll.
Thanks to a puddle of her own juices, Batgrrls glistening stumps slid from under her and she fell forward, tumbling from the stage and into the unruly crowd. Drunk patrons, male and female alike, fought to have the truncated ex-heroine as their fuck toy until closing time. The sex club bouncers did nothing to stop the frenzy for they could not. They had long ago been made into large, very much adult versions of childrens bouncer toys, sealed completely inside orange vlatex amusement balls of solid rubber. The bouncer toys, which were specifically for the sport of the patrons, were at first glance women who had their entire bodies trapped inside very thick orange balloons leaving just their heads sticking out of the tight, long necks. No limbs were evident on the wobbling creatures but Wondertits was sure that if they still retained them inside the impossibly small spheres then they must be horribly constricted.
The rubberised playthings had anonymous orange plastiskin rubber hoods over their heads, glossy additions that blended seamlessly with their round stasis-spelled bodies and accentuated the only remaining feature on their faces their pouting orange rubber mouths. A white bouncer number across where their eyes ought to have been was their only means of identification except for the fact that the odd-numbered bouncers had also been given huge implanted tits in the same sunset orange regardless of their original sex.
High in the ceiling, surveillance cameras watched the proceedings as the proprietors marked serious troublemakers for a new life. Six new round orange vlatex suits were stretched wide over the end of chutes that began in the toilets and passed through clothing and hair removal filters on their way. The unfeeling uniforms would soon be warm, filled with unwilling orange fashion victims.
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Zorelle wasted no time altering the duplicate of muscly, boyish Robin. She had always wanted to change the arrogant young stud into something less masculine and the creation of Robyn Two gave her the opportunity to pander to her ego.
The sexy Robyn Two was a beautiful brunette girl, dressed in a feminine bondage version of her original male outfit. The black mask had become a tight rubber bat-eared hood that enveloped her whole head, lacking eye, ear and mouth holes, with just a single breathing nostril in evidence in the middle of her featureless ovoid face. The red waistcoat jacket had become a crimson crotch-to-chin rubber corset with cutouts for her large glossy yellow breasts. The narrow foundation garment was laced to a nearly unbearable tightness, some fourteen inches at the waist thanks to the expeditious removal of four of her ribs. The green gauntlets had been permanently sealed behind her back to become a single, solid vlatex glove that forced her impressively implanted chest forwards, partially hidden by the short golden rubber cape. The final touch was the total red latex dipping of her long legs to give the appearance of crimson stockings, covering also the eleven- inch heels on the short ankle ballet boot feet she had been blessed with by virtue of adhesive. Robyns two obvious nipple piercings were threaded with large silver R symbols, dangling from her teats by the tops of the heavy letters. To her chagrin the loop of each R had been welded closed with no regard to singeing rubber.
A leash was often attached to the tall red neck corset and she was led along by one of Zorelles ever attendant Rubbermaids, swinging her ample hips provocatively as she tiptoed hurriedly to keep up, her fattened ass squeaking loudly in the tight gold miniskirt she was forced to parade in.
Every time Zorelle eyed the flat crotch of her created heroine she smiled. The skirt would never be tented at the front by an erect male organ again - it had been a constant problem while she was forcing the lad to be a rubber transvestite for the two week period prior to his latest conversion. She had had the cock and balls removed, tastefully tanned and stuffed before being made into a mobile that dangled above the bondage bed of the new rubbergirl. At nights when she was suctioned and strapped into her slippery cot Robyn could not see her former maleness on display overhead, nor that a life sized picture of the old boy wonder hung in a frame above the bed. Everyone who saw the stiffly altered doll was reminded about the dangers of being an enemy of the state.
Underneath the cloying skirt her erased organs left a smooth unbroken curve of rubber between shapely thighs no female sex had been provided to match Robyns new body.
My dear Lady Robyn, you have become my toy and nothing more." The queens voice boomed inside its head. "To that end all of your sex organs have been totally removed from your body. You cant even feel your prostrate can you? That useless piece was removed as well. You must guess by now that you have been prevented from ever getting any sexual stimulation again.
Robyns massive tits shuddered briefly at the realization but the rebellion was over before it had begun. Her body had been physically neutralised to keep her as the stiff little faceless doll there was nothing she could do other than be a living vlatex bauble for the Queens amusement.
Maid! Put Robyn in her ankle length hobble skirt and polish her up. I have important guests at the dinner table tonight and I want her to glow!"
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Lord Eccles and his beautiful new fiancee Krystal lived near a rubber brothel and were a little surprised when their Madame neighbour delivered a gift to their front door. Standing on the welcome mat was a bronze-dipped latex hooker called Maliia, complete with a title deed signing ownership over to the couple.
Maliia did not last long in her original form.
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A black, rubberised creature sat silently on the floor on all fours as it had been programmed to do. Maliia had been totally enclosed and lived in a sightless world as an automated toy. The once-human plaything had smooth widened hips, a minuscule corsetted waist and such enlarged shiny tits that its nipples lightly brushed the floor. Where the mouth of the creature ought to have been, a large set of metallic blue latex pussy lips slashed humiliatingly to just beneath where the nose once was, now a compressed ripple in the seamless coating. The single flattened nostril was mostly hidden from view on its tiny nose, but the opening did allow restricted airflow. Polished concave ovals of opaque black rubber blanketed a pair of pretty dark eyes in unknowing darkness.
It was programmed to be just a rubber animal, a pet. Eccles adored his woman more than anything in the world, so it had taken little begging from Krystal to assign full control of Maliia to her. Krystal quickly made sure that the slave could never pose a threat to her supremacy in the household. She chose to have the hapless girl fully modified and hypno- controlled so that at all times Maliia knew exactly what was being done to her but was unable to even lift a finger without permission. The beautiful dominatrix took away all vestiges of outward humanity from the girl, ensuring Maliia gave full attention to her new depraved role in life as a pleasure toy for them both. The voluptuous rubber pet was given unusable paddles for hands with no visible thumbs and ballet boots were fused to the ends of its legs, after its real feet were removed neatly at the ankle. The endless boots kept her imaginary feet in such a terrible arch that she would find standing almost impossible if she ever managed to undo her programming and wobble an upright position again.
Her vlatex skinned head was perfectly smooth as was the norm for rubber slaves in Zorelles kingdom. Krystal had done away with Maliias earlobes, leaving tiny rubber flaps which could be zipped tightly down the sides of her head to close off her auditory canals. The ear-zips had ring-pulls on them that once closed, dangled at the sides of the pets amorphous head almost like earrings.
Mistress Krystal usually wore her favourite crimson latex bootsuit when she disciplined Maliia. The heavy duty, one piece, catsuit-like garment laced from each of the attached six inch stiletto heeled boots, up the front of the legs to meet at her belly button and then straight up the corsetted waist to a very high round collar. She took hold of the dangling catch of the golden zipper between her legs and slid it easily open, allowing the folds of her pussy to peek through the slit.
Sniffing the air suddenly, Maliia dog caught the scent of her mistress and her obedience training took total control of her actions. She did not need to wait for a command. She crawled on all fours to her owner and mashed her pussymouth eagerly against the opening, expertly seeking out the labia and clit as she had been trained and pulling them into her wet oral cavity for manipulation. Her heavily altered tongue slid into the cleft of her superior, finally touching bottom deep inside and then expanding to fill. Her oral modifications were purely functional. A pussy-faced pet always seemed a little unnatural but it did not matter as long as they did their job of sucking pussy, cock, nipple or anus superbly. Krystal had made sure she smoothed away the eyes of the toy last of all so Maliia would have a bright image of her new body burned into her brain when her sight was gone. The toy still shuddered inwardly in shock as she remembered her old eye lenses being faded to clear and seeing the rubberised feminine dog girl staring back at her in the mirror. For once she had envied the pets who had been given the minds of dullards. She was a fully conscious prisoner beneath the layers of conditioning, hopelessly trapped in the vlatex body of a fuckanimal.
Mistress Krystal snapped a leash to the permanent D-ring on the collar-neck of her rubber pet and made it continue to feed on her pussy while she toyed with its zippered closed right ear. It would be interesting if the rubber pet had two extra pussies installed instead of ears so her Lord could enjoy fucking the head of the creature at the same time as her. She mused over it quietly and added it to the eternal list of changes planned for her curvy sex animal. She could re-attach auditory canals to the vlatex walls of the ear-pussies, amplifying the liquid sounds of sex in the pets head. She wondered what would happen to the part of Maliias brain where the new channels were destined to be put but she supposed a spell could be designed to perform the modification whilst leaving the ability of the pet to comprehend her situation in tact. Maliia must remember everything done to her.
Maliias obedient lengthened vlatex tongue flicked deeper into Krystals wet cleft as the hard working slave fought in vain against her rigid programming. After two hours Krystal finally arched her petite muscly body and came.
Feeling playful, she unzipped an ear and whispered softly into it.
"Tell me your name and you can go free". The overstuffed pussy lips of the feminine creature rippled as it struggled to voice its own name, but not a sound emerged. Instead the vaginal folds dribbled a helpless torrent of thick, clear pussy juice that hung off the pets chin in a long thread, dangling almost to its breast. Maliia would never speak through that orifice again unless she learned to communicate using lubricant bubbles. She flushed with hot shame as the other serving staff stared at her with pity. She had become the most lowly animal possible a rubber dog slut.
Krystal put her toy in a long black rubber dress with multitudinous glossy pink rubber frills at the wrists, neck and near the ankles. It was imprinted white lettering across its smooth black head with a clear indication of who it had once been: "Maliia". Krystal tightened the straps of the dress and the oversexed dolly shivered gently in a futile inner struggle.
"Enjoy your limbs while you still have them, my little pussy pet. I am thinking about making you an eager toilet slave one day, but I also think you would make an excellent incubation unit and milker for one of my fertilised eggs - with your arms and remainder of your legs removed of course - cant have a stupid incubator running away with our baby now can we?"
-- This chapter for toilet slave lovers only
Lord Eccles and Krystal were practical people and tired of getting up in the middle of the night to run to the bathroom, but as usual it had been Krystals suggestion. Lord Eccles had no idea that she planned to use their pet as the raw materials for the living amenity instead of a government surplus slave. Within a day the anonymous new toilet slave was embedded permanently in the heavy rubber mattress of the couples king size bed, on her back. Her legs no longer existed for a toilet girl had no use for them. Inside the mattress her hands were curled into loose fists away from her torso providing two masturbatory pussy facsimiles on the surface to match her real sex that was also still available for use, albeit usually plugged closed.
Her totally enclosed head, all that was visible of her above the surface of the mattress, was squeezed upright through a tiny stretchy collar in the glossed vlatex sheets. To outward appearances the toilet slaves eyes were smoothed over completely but she could see what was coming if she wasnt blanketed by a heavy rubber topsheet. Two dangling earring- like earlobe zippers hid her new deep audial pussies, two new sexual openings built into the sides of her head.
Her nose ripple had been given a ringpull zipper that opened her nostrils to the world once again. Krystal had wanted to make sure the hapless disposal unit smelled all that she was programmed to humiliatingly adore eating. Her mouth was a round orifice that could stretch wide enough to completely cover a womans sex and her sheathed rubber tongue had been specially lengthened yet again with some special modifications for her new position in life.
Not only was her tongue designed to clean and sterilise her own mouth and lips but also the nether regions of her customers. It was hollow. If an anal pucker was pushed into her face she would insert her frictionless probe and fill the anal cavity with body temperature water that she stored in her breast tanks for such an occasion. Then, using powerful suction from her mouth, she would swallow the entire semi- solid contents and lick the orifice sparklingly clean. Liquid wastes were the most simple to dispose of, especially when Lord Eccles toileted.
Maliia was mattressed with just her featureless head waiting helplessly for the next messy, degrading meal that not even an animal would swallow, a meal that she accepted eagerly because her programmed rubberised body told her to do it even though inwardly it disgusted her. She was lower than an animal - a shiny human toileting unit. Sometimes it was worse still. Eccles connected pumps to the trapped creature's anal and vaginal outlets and re-fed the slave it's own waste in a perpetual cycle, each one thicker and more pungent than the last. Outwardly, of course there was no mess at all - the entire process was sealed cleanly in the sloshing tubes and rubber body of the couple's very own toilet girl.
Of course the inlet of their bedded toilet slave was excellent for oral sex too. The slutty creature's circular facial opening had a use as a warm, soft round fuck hole for Eccles's clean member - the teeth had long ago been replaced with velvety rubber pads for just such an occasion.
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Rebecca walked into the government-sponsored Royal Travel Agency during her lunch hour, marvelling immediately at the attractive bondage uniforms of the customer service representatives. Her initial view as she stepped through the front doors should have told her something was wrong, but Zorelle's order that everyone must wear rubber in their place of work meant that she saw nothing unusual in the three rows of vlatex-sealed women wired directly to their computer screens. The all-in-one headpieced jumpsuits the staff wore seemed extreme, leaving each shiny girl just her eyes, but Rebecca found them quite sexy. Of course, communicating was a problem - the girls mouths were sealed beneath the vlatex hood sections of the uniforms.
Rebecca marvelled at the attractive mirror finish outfits and features of the customer service representatives. Each employee was neatly dressed in a strikingly tight catsuit uniform of red, white and blue plastic that curved seamlessly up over her head, leaving a genie tail of artificial blonde or brunette hair cascading over her gleaming smooth shoulders.
The vision in plastic nodded wordlessly at the empty seat on the other side of the desk and Rebecca sat down, noting with surprise that the travel agent simply had #2 written on her name plaque.
The naive customer felt a little sorry for the trapped maiden who served her. Though Rebecca had experimented with rubber bondage play in private, the girl could not imagine being sealed up all day to the point where she could not even take a drink. The travel agents shiny outfit was incredibly tight and she looked almost as if she was moulded into her seat, instead of sitting on it, but Rebecca knew that was impossible.
Denied the luxury of voice because it encouraged non work related chit-chat, the gleaming saleswoman communicated with her pretty customer through a little crystal screen on the desk.
Rebecca could not know the torso on #2 was fake - the large puffy white PVC office chair #2 seemingly sat in was actually her real, modified and de-legged body, a human support for an artificial doll whose head was the only real part. The neck was suitably disguised to make it appear to be attached to the body of the doll, not to the living seat as it really was. The female chair had been slid down on a pulsing, frictionless air piston that extended from the circular base to allow her rigid body to swivel, spearing as it did into her puffy white plastic pussy that bulged from the underside of her chair butt. As with all Zorelles travel agents, her brain was wired painlessly and directly into a booking computer which displayed customer choices and selections silently on the screen.
Thanks to a direct neuron link the computer fed #2 constant sensation but she could not even wriggle. If she only had a mouth instead of a little aesthetic bulge and the computer stopped utterly controlling her actions for a moment, she could have communicated her plight to the client. Perhaps one day she would be able to plead for help or raise the alarm, something she wished in vain with every customer. Her beautifully formed lips had been dipped time and time again in frictionless plastic latex, first blending the sharp lines into indistinct ripples and then smoothing them over completely. The government ensured that every last recognisable feature on her face was covered with impervious rubber or plastic.
The vlatex tour booking computer had been known to become a little confused, sending people to the wrong destinations or in the wrong format. Such events were never officially admitted but seemed to occur more often when a customer was rude or the staff member happened to be having a computer- induced orgasm at the time the transaction was submitted.
Number Two berated herself daily for signing her supposed one week work contract, but made amends for her original stupidity by seeking revenge occasionally on her clients, those people ultimately responsible for her being there. She envied their freedom and never hesitated to help them lose theirs if they deserved it.
The last week had been a good one for her mental balance sheet. On Monday she had sent a pushy blonde lady customer on a white water rafting expedition as requested. The rich woman was probably not enjoying the rapids so much while trapped in the form of an inflatable raft with only a tiny valve to breathe through for the rest of her life.
Two pretentious girlfriends who had booked a safari on Tuesday were no doubt enjoying their free accommodation in the private secluded zoo of a collector in a far away land. The Nordic blonde had become a long limbed vlatex zebra with polished hooves and the black woman was spending life beside her as a shiny black rubber panther. They had been suitably sealed and programmed for their roles prior to delivery despite noisy initial protests.
On Wednesday one male client had wanted "to be the center of attention at his very own rubbermaid resort". He currently lived trapped inside the most feminine, big breasted rubbermaid on the island, with terrible bondage enhancements effected on his female body.
Rebecca found the vacation she wanted as she flicked through a brochure. The picture showed women at a luxury health spa resort being tended to and pampered by Rubbermaids, each faithfully copied in design from the Queens own Rubbermaids! She was guaranteed her own rubber toys to use, everything from glossy sex dolls to keep her bed warm at night to living trapped catsuit women who could be worn helplessly around the retreat. It was a holiday of decadence!
She booked the week long trip immediately, the suctioned lass at the desk taking her details and credit card number as a printer spat out her travel contract. The agency even offered an unbelievable discount if Rebecca signed her twenty page travel contract immediately, which she did, in a rush because her lunch hour was almost complete.
The images on the screen confirmed the location had been chosen correctly. As expected the travel agent made no sound during the entire exchange - #2 did not have her mouth free. As the words submitting holiday plan appeared on the display, Rebecca failed to notice the chair shudder as trapped #2 was teased to orgasm in the middle of the transaction.
Her bookings confirmed, the happy girl returned to work, her own vlatex catsuit and hobble dress squeaking as she walked down the street. Ever since Zorelle had come to power, vlatex was commonplace, with some people opting for even more restrictive materials like metallic rubber. She deserved the break from work and vowed to tell no-one which holiday destination she was headed to this time - no more annoying work related calls.
Rebecca couldn't think of anything else all day except the looming holiday. If only she had known! The big breasted beauty was flushed and excited. Following Zorelles Breast Decree for their province, she had already had her statutory breast enlargements done, only recently deciding to have her tits increased yet again. As the subway train hurtled through its tunnels she found several excuses to rub them against her thick, sealed hobble dress - a sure sign she was feeling horny.
The train zoomed passed beneath a new bridge and Rebecca stared at the rubber pipe stretched across the overpass, in some places sprayed with graffiti. At least she was still free to do as she wished in the new society of the evil queen. Others had fared much worse.
The pipeline was the sparkling new milk aqueduct system Zorelle had built above the city streets, a system designed to deliver milk from her best milking factories to a processing plant closer to the castle. The cow patterned rubber tubing through which the milk flowed was not regular tubing, for it was built entirely from former troops of Supergrrls army, each individual heavily modified to shunt milk diectly from her mouth to her vagina those that did not have a female sex to begin with were soon given one. Due to the tightness of the shrink tube crushing their rubber sealed bodies together, she could easily make out that most of the human pipeline components were connected mouth to pussy with their arms clutching the legs of the female in front to form a long chain through which the milk was pumped. Some did not have limbs at all for arms or legs were of very little use to a quiescent aqueduct prisoner.
The towers to support the length of cow patterned rubber tubing had appearred on street corners in the space of one evening. Factories along the way could conveniently divert milk from the high pressure line through the tit access ports that had been provided on every tenth aqueductee. Normally breasts were sealed tight and squashed flat against the inner wall of the shrink tube such that they were reduced to bumps in the sparkling stretched surface. Every tenth tubed individual however, had small round holes through which her boobs were squeezed, ready to be milked by a suckling cable. (Later, privatisation of the aqueduct system saw its expansion and some dirty dealings by all companies involved. More than one honest executive, it is said, ended up spending the rest of her life with her face sealed between the legs of the pipeline component in front of her.)
The pretty office executive smiled and her thoughts moved to how she would soon make use of her holiday slaves.
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Rebecca had plenty of time to reflect on her moment of contract-signing recklessness in her new role as a permanent fixture in Zorelle's vlatex brothel.
By sunrise of the first day of her so-called vacation she had become a totally controlled rubber pleasure unit, modified to the extreme, fully aware of her actions yet unable deviate from her programming, instructions that would be refreshed every day by a sleeping hood that enveloped her head and forcibly rearranged her thought patterns.
Rebeccas skin was turned to black rubber, her arms pressed into her torso so they no longer existed, the extra mass flowing to her already disproportionate tits. Her massively rounded rubber bosom defied gravity, easily holding up the immense weight of the two polished golden O rings that dangled from her nipples. Her feet were arched to become permanent vlatex ballet boots, graced with tall golden stiletto heels that existed for aesthetic purposes only - they were too short to ever reach the floor as she walked. She squeaked softly as she walked around her small performance room. Her entire body had been dipped in obsidian vlatex with the exception of her sex openings and her turgid, oversized areolae which were crafted in the finest gold rubber, polished to a metallic lustre. Her head was a smooth black oval, every identifying feature blended and erased away by the polished substance.
A young rubber clad man walked into the room and instantly the computers running the brothel detected him, changing parts of her amorphous head so she could accommodate such a guest. Rebeccas featureless black rubber oval formed a gold petalled pussy where her mouth had once been, the bright colour matching her nipples. Her vision was, as always, uni- directional. At the whim of her controllers she could see out through one way lenses, but her eyes were forever hidden from customer view by what appeared to be a thick vlatex coating. The solid rubber head of a Rubber Brothel Whore had no need for a nose or ears and consequently Rebeccadoll had neither.
Occasionally she would be given just a round fucking hole where her mouth was supposed to be but usually she modelled a burnished pussy on her face, designed for oral sex with male customers for they were the most common. The Madame made her watch the first time it happened and she recalled the horrible permanence of it all. Her jaw was forever locked in a wide open position and her mouth had been greatly modified internally. Every one of her beautiful, perfect teeth had been removed, her gums, cheeks, tonsils and uvula turned into expanded, velvety pads of golden vlatex leaving barely enough space for her dipped stimuli-tongue to slide along its inviting interior, let alone with an invading penis squashed in there as well! Her soft, warm, self lubricating mouth could give better head than almost any modified woman on the planet.
Rebecca still had her vocal cords, but she couldnt do any more than moan and hum with them. The golden pussy mouth floated in a surrounding sea of perfect black, its two protruding, slightly dangling folds begging male customers to let her give them the best blowjob of their lives. Rebeccadoll was helpless to pull back as her programming made her swallow and milk exquisitely every new shaft that appeared in front of her face, savouring the flavour to every last salty drop. She worshipped her clients and the awful computer she obediently plugged herself into each day had rewired her brain to make her addicted to their sperm. She begged for it.
She knew she would never speak again. Not only had the computer disconnected the synapses that determined speech in her brain but it had made her observe while it replaced her words with a series of sexual slurps. Any attempts at speech using the folds of her sex mouth produced soft fucking noises and a dribble of lubricant. Her extraordinary golden facial pussy gave her as much pleasure as her original clit between her legs, perhaps more so because it was vacuum tight. Later, customers would learn that Rebeccadoll still used her mouth- like opening to eat and took to teasing her, peeling thick bananas and sliding them down her throat because she always came from the unfettered pleasure. Her programming had made her love the taste of cum and Rebeccadoll would often beg for it like some kind of debased animal. The Madame had ensured that all her identifiable features were gone, smoothed over and blended away by the taut, magical vlatex. Nobody would ever find her, but still she had faith in one day returning to her old life.
Her lover made an effort to visit every brothel and slave auction in the land, pretending to be a keen customer, hoping to one day release his sweetheart from the nightmare world he knew she was trapped in. Rebecca suspected she may have been unrecognisable to her friends who came searching the rubber brothel pits for her but did not give up hope entirely until one fateful day.
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The tall gentleman was given the rubberised Rebecca dolly to use as a warm-up toy, quickly sliding his shaft into the soft intimate, restructured throat that seemingly pulsed with happiness at his entry. These automations get better every month he mused to himself, running his fingers over the smooth ovoid head of the doll. He looked around the room, examining the many rubber clad girls to see if any resembled Rebecca in size or appearance, even dressed in rubber, but nobody seemed even close.
Rebeccatoys oral slit pulsed even when it was not filled these days, thanks to day after day of programming by the computer, but when it was filled it erupted with helpless rippling sex. This was no exception. The sex doll was never given time to be bored, or even time to think for herself but she managed to snatch a glance up at her client, her brain coming alive at the face she recognised. She tried to emit some kind of alarm, and would have given anything at that moment to emit more than a soft moan with her useless rubber coated vocal chords. Her hopeless sex-centred brain misinterpreted the signal as a request to release a double mouthful of thick lubricant. A deluge of the gelatinous clear fluid filled her soft vlatex gullet, turning her speech into a happy sucking gurgle. She looked up at him through the one way lenses and it seemed that he was looking into her eyes. But he was not. He was briefly appreciating the lifelike design of the attractive robot creature busily servicing his shaft. Jokingly he mused that perhaps he should start checking out the dolls toobut dismissed the thought. No woman could live inside such an automation - his Rebecca could not be the smooth faced, sightless doll beneath him.
He spoke to the Madam before leaving. This warmup doll you let me use for free gives wonderful head. I could do with one of these at home!. He bantered, patting the shiny smooth top of its rubber head with his hand as it bobbed up and down on his shaft again, marvelling at the way the woman-shaped doll could be programmed to act as if it were alive. Perhaps you could sell it to me?
Rebeccas heart leapt, but only briefly.
Apologies Sir, this doll is privately owned and cannot be sold - however you may use it as often as you like here at the brothel.
When she was not being used in the whorehouse, she was be chained on a soft rubber bed in the sealed basement wearing a specially designed three-way chastity bodysuit. The fine kid leather bodysuit covered her completely from head to toe, and pressed tightly against her skin. It held a large dildo in each of her three vaginas. One of the dildos could be unbuckled at any time to give access to one of her pussies for special guests.
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Zorelle had taken the most part of Barbara Gordons arms and legs long ago, leaving her as a rubber stumped torso for her stage act. It had been a perfect destiny for the bat lady spending her life as an overdone rubber torso that existed only to pleasure men and women and herself where possible.
But the club underwent renovations, closing down for a year as it was completely rebuilt using quivering fem-bricks. The new black rubber blocks had a fat silver pussy opening in one side that would attract visitors from all over the world to use them but while they were being installed there could be no customers. The Batgrrl slave act was cancelled and Zorelle bought back the contract for the sex mad heroine, installing her in the statue corner at the castle.
First Barbaras arm and leg remnants were totally spelled away. Zorelle made the helpless Wonda Woman and Supergrrl fix solid rubber arms and legs onto the cropped heroine and spray her with a black vlatex mist of a tighter, more rigid material. The artificially re-limbed rubber torso was struggled into a liquid catsuit that resembled her original fetish costume, right down to the deep blue and metallic yellow cape and golden boots. It vacuum packed and sealed against her, trapping her in the awful parody of her official costume.
The statue was a rubberized wet dream version of Batgrrl, almost alive looking, close to walking away yet none could tell it had completely useless solid rubber arms and legs, and that the ballet booted toes of the catsuit were glued and bolted into the floor.
Batgrrl was painted in thin film of clear supersheen latex to seal her completely for she would be on display in the statue corner a long time if the figurine had appeared ten years ago, before magic and before Zorelles evil, nobody would have imagined the beautifully crafted statue with the barely perceptible quivering mechanism was the real Batgrrl inside.
The busts and curves of the golden black dipped twins who had once been the dynamic duo of Gotham city, matched in size and colour the compressed Batgrrl statue they were programmed to worship every day. The armless, now waist-booted bimbos were assigned to polish their lustrous statued companion with their tits on the hour, every hour.
Zorelle playfully suckled on the always-erect nipples of her newest statue, marvelling that her enemy could be so well entombed by such a thin shell of rubber. She had plans for when the statue grew boring it could easily be prised from the floor and sold as a sex doll that would stay exactly where you put it. The forced sensory isolation of the coating would ensure Batgrrl would soon be deprived of her sanity, especially when her enhanced and squeezed body was given drugs to make it ache for sex that was denied in her rigid state.
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One of the type V Rubbermaids that serviced Zorelles private suites was a little different in appearance to the rest of her comrades. Oh, she had the same all enveloping suctioned latex maid costume as the others, the towering high heels, the disproportionately pneumatic yet dainty body, but she also sported a permanently erect two foot penis which jutted from an equally massive set of balls, all suitably latex coated and decorated with frills of feminine white rubber. The maid had been another failed attempt at a relationship by Zorelle many years ago - the man inside the pretty face of the servant felt daily regret for ever having met the evil sorceress. Their romance at university had flowered briefly, but Zorelle immediately insisted that his penis was too small and forced a growth and permanent erection spell on his member. A stormy breakup followed and he thought he would never date again - he felt ridiculous with this jutting tent in his trousers - he couldnt leave the dorm! Word got around of his attribute and he was suddenly very popular amongst the college girls. He began a lucrative porn career.
Many years later, the return of Zorelle in power had seen him removed of his celebrity status - she modified his features and body to womanly curves so that he could become one of her personal Rubbermaids, leaving just his spectacular endowment intact so she could make use of it - the evil queen liked being filled after all. On this day however, Zorelle had something very specific and final she wanted from her forcibly obedient servant. She spoke softly to the creature while she ran her hands lovingly over the lustrous rubber coated shaft she had created.
You have something I need, my gorgeous one....this! Im sure youll miss it, but its time to complete your changes. The Rubbermaid would have fled had not the enchanted latex of the clinging maids costume kept her rigidly in check awaiting an order. Thanks to the spells built into the sleek black and white material, she was unable to do anything at all unless she was given a direct order to do it - and then had no choice but to obey. Even if she was told to leap into the latex melting vat she would do so, her pouting rubber lips fixed in the happy smile she was trained to give. She had never attempted frowning and could not know that her face had been moulded solid, making melancholy looks physically impossible.
Zorelle grasped the penis and balls by the roots and to the horror of the trapped maid, they came away neatly in her hands as if it was merely a huge dildo - a two foot mass of sealed, polished latex. The evil woman transferred the organ to herself as easily as if she was gluing it on, attaching it just forward of her vagina, where it joined seamlessly to her skin. Zorelle now had both sexes at her disposal. If the Rubbermaid could have bent her stiffened neck and looked down between her legs, she would have seen her newly formed, latex coated pussy carving a shiny, pouting slash between her legs. The half-ovals of her pussy-lips were dipped in contrasting glossy white rubber and a similarly polished black clitoris squeezed between them. The chambermaid could sense something missing as a breath of fresh air flowed over the surface of her new sex. She had a feeling that she would not be getting her penis back.
There, rubberslut - Ive changed every part of you but your brain, which I think Ill leave how it is for now. A copy of my vagina looks good on you - but just to make sure there wont be others using it without my permission, Ill have to close you up, Zorelle growled, fondling her newly acquired shaft. Eyelets and rubber coated laces appeared in the maids latex pussy lips and were drawn tightly closed over her bulging, sensitive flesh. When they were magically tied off it was just possible to stretch and zip together two small white latex labial flaps that neatly covered the whole affair with frills. But these protective folds were also living additions to the maids body. Zorelle rubbed her new penis across the sealed lips of her now complete Rubbermaid, and the thin vlatex membrane that protected the girls virgin oral cavity split like a ripe tomato.
Eat me, bitch!, she commanded. The helpless girl had no inclination to disobey and swallowed the shaft to depths of her stomach while in her mind she was totally repulsed by her actions.
Im going to have an exact replica made for you to wear as an everlasting gag, my obedient Boyfriend....youll get used to my size eventually - though perhaps not once I get THIS big. The Rubbermaids muffled choking entreaties faded away to silence as Zorelles penis doubled in width to the thickness of a leg, effectively trapping the Rubbermaid on its girth from her lips to the depths of her stomach, almost dislocating her toothless jaws. The dainty neck and torso of the vlatex coated servant visibly expanded as her body sought ways to accommodate the huge organ, pushing her breasts out and widening her slim throat.
Zorelle bucked her hips and her enslaved lover felt a massive explosion of warm fluid inside her gullet. The pressure was tremendous - it filled her remaining stomach and bowel in an instant and knocked flat her anal muscles as if they were not even there. Spurting free, the semen carried with it no waste at all for a Rubbermaid does not normally eat, keeping her anal cavity sparkling clean at all times. A waterfall of semen flowed unhindered from her buttocks into the rear of her airtight maids costume, which squeezed a layer of the sticky white fluid up over the rest of her emasculated body. The pressure was so great that some of the jism was squeezed up the side of the invading shaft, filling the trapped girls mouth and squirting from her nostrils.
As do many men after sex, Zorelle fell asleep on the spot, still anchored firmly inside her messy human masturbator which lay silent and still, outwardly unconcerned by the proceedings. Inwardly, the pretty maid seethed in impotent girlish rage and humiliation at the depths to which she had been reduced.
News of Zorelles new attribute and sexual duality spread wide throughout the kingdom and many women sought to copy her success by using the bodies of their husbands or boyfriends to achieve the result. The new breed of fierce feminine creatures emerged and proclaimed themselves Vixens.
Some Vixens absorbed the bodies of their mates completely, keeping just the shafts of their menfolk and using the extra mass of the devoured victims to fill out their breasts and buttocks. The assimilated men spent the rest of their days as juddering tit or ass flesh, much to the delight of their womenfolk. Other Vixens merely took the shaft and balls, leaving behind a submissive slave girl ready to swallow what had once been hers.
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A groggy Rebecca slid down the exit chute from the plastiskin dipping machine and crumpled in a limp heap on the floor. The brothel had delivered her to the Asylum, her limbs restored to moderate normalcy, a few months after her lover had sought her out. She did not know that boyfriend had been caught that very day, but as far as her current predicament was concwerned, she guessed the Brothel had decided to dispose of her once and for all lest others try a rescue. Her arms were was still effectively useless and difficult to control because she was unused to having them attached to her torso. She had been dangling in a dipping vat for many hours to ensure her new skin was bonding firmly with her old. Her new outer layer constricted as it set, compressing her body subtly.
Rebecca took a little time to determine where she was as her new skin hardened even more around her. She had a sinking feeling that her male friend who had been looking for her had probably endured the same fate in another room nearby, for his interest had been far too obvious for the brothel to let him survive in his original form. Silent alarm bells had been activated.
Nurse Seven, the Asylum staff member in attendance strode forward, holding a small electronic device in one hand. She ran the control along the surface of Rebeccas natural-looking plastiskin to ensure it had covered the girl completely. This one has just the right looks to be MY personal slave, Seven thought to herself appreciatively as she pictured the buxom maiden in a stiff bondage catsuit. At the press of a button Rebecca found herself standing almost instantly to her feet. Her body was under full remote control thanks to a minuscule implant chip injected in the back of her neck. As Seven tested the controls, Rebecca managed to sneak a glimpse at her lower body. Apart from the lack of hair and the wetlook texture, she was relieved to see that she still looked moderately normal. Her brief comfort ended abruptly as she watched her skin turn milky and brighten until it hurt her eyes. Every curve of the trapped girls skin had transformed into a flawless satiny stretch of pure white vlatex, rippling with reflections from the artificial lighting.
Her body had been turned into a rubberized canvas, a living sculpture for Nurse Seven to shape and mould as she wished. She wasted no time. Nurse Seven melded the girls hands and feet into useless yet charming paddles to ensure that even if she could somehow wrestle the remote control from her new owner she could not press the combination of keys required to stop the process, especially with missing thumbs. Seven went to town on Rebeccas body, enhancing to bizarre proportions everything that defined the terrified womans visible sexuality. The immaculate doll felt her eyes grow wider and almond shaped, giving her a classic frightened animal look. The world became suddenly brighter as she felt her eyelids disappear to be replaced with transparent yet instantly white- outable lenses.
Her eyes would never close again. Nurse Seven misted them to glossy opaque white briefly to see what Rebeccas face looked like with blank, smooth marbles where her eyes had been and then forced them clear so the rubber sheathed maiden had to watch her own transformation in the mirrored walls. As she watched, her shiny little nose was reduced to half its size and since it was a fashion trend on some streets in town Rebecca had a feeling that a heavy golden nose ring was going to grace it soon, contrasting beautifully with the creamy white rubber of her skin. Shamefully she found herself attracted to the idea. Not like her at all.
Rebeccas kissing lips were changed next to supergloss red vlatex, the wetlook of the compound adding to her fuck toy look it would never rub off like ordinary lipstick! Nurse Seven had more to do to Rebeccas mouth, expanding her lips to become absurdly full until they covered almost all of the lower half of her rubberised pearlsheen face. Her mouth was a bizarrely fattened crimson pout of shiny rubber. Her new lips were so full that they were impossible to control with her vestigial muscles, sealing the new inmates mouth off completely. It was all she could do to make slithering noises of highly polished rubber against rubber as she tried to voice words.
Nurse Seven slid her graceful gloved fingers between the tumescent lip flesh of her new toys oversized ruby kisser to reveal a hidden set of vertical pussy lips fashioned in glistening snowy white vlatex from Rebeccas own teeth and gums, with her swollen tongue entrapped with and fused into the frictionless lining of her new soft, welcoming rubber orifice. Her head was designed to deliver the perfect blowjob. Looking closer as the nurses fingers probed deeper, she could see that the outer labial lips of her hidden mouth pussy were eyeleted once on each side, as was the protruding juddering clitoris that had presumably once been her upper gum. She could be leashed by these concealed anchor points and everybody would think she merely sucked on the end of a tether, a tether stuck tight between her fat lips.
Next Rebeccas mirror finish tits received attention, expanding outward despite her futile attempts with paddle hands to stop their growth. Her gravity defying milkers developed forwards to such a massive girth that she could no longer touch her own nipples with her outstretched paw-tips. As she raked at her surprisingly light bosom, she could not see her rubber nipples elongating into five-inch udders of the same fiery glossy hue as her oversized lips. She felt a corset at work on her waist but there were no laces evident....the unbroken curve of purest white vlatex caressing her torso shrank her into an unforgiving hourglass of ten totally rigid inches at the waist to the point where she felt she would be cut in two. But no, her coating provided inflexible unbending support for her back and internal organs, ensuring she could never move quickly or even arch her back again.
Her gleaming hips grew excessively to contrast with her tiny middle and Seven pointed at the mirror, making sure the modified girl could see her last few changes past her bondage tits - she would never again be able to look directly at her pussy in this huge breasted format. Seven painted the white figurines pussy lips in wet-look crimson to match the colour of her dangling nipples, enlarging the sensitive lower folds of vlatex to the same terrible proportions as her distended puffy mouth. This doll will really squeak as she walks mused Seven to herself. A plastic zipper seal, similar to the kind used to re-seal plastic bags appeared over Rebeccas highly enhanced pussy and the Nurse sealed it closed for the time being. Seven fashioned a matching rear pussy from Rebeccas anal ring and zipped that closed too, with the view of amalgamating the two sometime soon into a single large, accommodating fiery pussy. A pussy that would be filled with very large dildos only!
Rebeccas toes stiffened into points as her legs became living vlatex ballet boots, fashioned in the innocent beauty of slick white rubber yet rigid as iron, leaving her teetering on twelve inch heels that may as well not have been there for they were not designed for walking on. They were boots to keep her embondaged in a bed, to drum into her mind her total lack of freedom. She would be fucked in those boot-legs, unable to run or even walk away without help. Nurse Seven came closer and showed her the control. It read "SATIN RUBBERIZATION COMPLETE - STATUS: PERMANENT". She had reached her basic format.
In the Asylum ownership was defined by possession and the modified Rebecca now belonged entirely to Nurse Seven. Her new owner designed her in the bright immaculate festive season format to use a base for more exotic changes, prancing her around for the other nurses to see, keeping her trapped and helpless in a shiny white world of juddering vlatex. Around her quarters, Nurse Seven made her wear a very feminine heavy pink rubber maids dress with an exposed bosom, cut in such a way that the little pink rubber bows gracing her new impressive peroxide tits were presented humiliatingly.
Her owner made her clean the already spotless white tiled bathroom of her quarters from end to end, trapping her in a strange inhumane format. With her legs removed at the hip and her mittened hands turned into polishing pads, Rebeccadoll had to drag her waterproof self across the expanse of the floor, trailing a rivulet of leaking pussy drool from her sealed yet unprotected sex at her groin as it was dragged across the smooth tiles, leaving the half-conditioned girl with a neverending orgasmic cleaning task behind her. Her ponderous crimson udders were gliding across the nodules of the tiling as she buffed the surface of the floor, the resulting orgasmic sensations making even her packed pussy mouth dribble copious amounts of lubricant down her front until she was skating her tits over more milky fluid than she was actually cleaning up. A number of slip ups ensured she was soon liberally coated in her own pussy juice.
Using the auto-do cubicle as usual, Nurse Seven had taken the cleaning dolls legs for the duration of the day - one easy touch of the control detached them from Rebeccas torso. Her chuckling owner moulded one of the sexy limbs into a glossy white turtleneck which she zippered tightly over her upper body.
The other white vlatex leg she turned into a full dress uniform, very thin, which she slid down over the top, tight against her attractive body. Nurse waved farewell until five o clock.
That evening, Nurse Seven lopped off her dollys arms as well. Their substance was blended with the dress and top to produce a sleeping catsuit which she slid into, much to her captive torso-dolls chagrin. On release from her auto-do cubicle later that night, Rebeccadoll sported four long flat straps of super strong white vlatex where her arms and legs were supposed to be, connected firmly at her shoulders and hips. Using these straps, her Mistress tethered her pristine toy- doll to the bed, face up in a tautly spread star shape, each of her four limb-straps tied off to a corner bedpost. Rebecca spent the night with her owner cuddling her warm rubber skin, every caress playing havoc with her amplified sense of touch.
The next day, just as the Rebecca toy was beginning to think she had lost movement forever, Nurse Seven took off the white catsuit and regenerated the toys arms and legs from it. The stretched girls mittened arms and stiffened white legs were reattached to her body with the same ease as they had been removed. Nursetress smoothed over the ears of her unwilling charge, leaving a doll with slight ripples to show where her pretty ears had been. Rebecca could hear only muffled noises unless the sound was a direct command in her ear. Seven slipped a creamy vinyl posture collar about the neck of her overdesigned pet, faded its eyepieces to opaque and led it silently towards the large dining room to show her off to the other Nurses. She had dressed Rebecca in a skintight latex mistress dress made from a shiny transparent fabric which, though cut conservatively, showed off every added feature of her voluptuous white body and its crimson trimmings. All who saw her knew she had been designed for sex, and if she could have coaxed an impossible blush from her snowy cheeks she would have turned beet red at that moment.
The Nurses in the Common Room wore varying costumes, each with a semblance to an original nurses outfit. Most were in the stiffer, tighter vinyl and had very little real skin visible. Some nurses had their own creatures presented too. One such charge wore a thick black rubber catsuit with enormous breasts and a mask which was sculpted to its features. It was sightless and instead of lips, it had a pussy where its mouth should have been, a regular sight among Asylum toys.
Only a few of the higher ranked nurses were deemed above the regulations and allowed to ignore the full gagging rules that kept most staff silent. One of the ungagged ones who gathered about Nurse Sevens feminine creation absently played with Rebeccas erect nipples before stating the obvious. A very pretty pet, Nurse, but as you know we do not have the space and time to maintain any more slaves like this. She will have to become a proper toy."
Nurse Seven shook her head and looked as if she was about to try and voice a complaint through her self gag-sealed mouth but just shrugged. She knew her sister was right.
Thats it then - have her suitably ready and in my quarters by this evening. I will make her a toy myself and then you can have it back came the order from her superior.
Seven turned her squeaky clean charge around and walked her from the room. Harmless, fat lipped Rebecca was oblivious to her fate due to her rubber sealed ears - not only were her auditory canals filled to the brim with rubber but her smoothed earlobe bumps reflected noise instead of channelling it.
Again she graced the auto-do cubicle in Sevens room. Her white vlatex skin was thickened all over, restricting her movement dramatically and de-sensing her body until she couldn't even feel touch. Her already high ballet boots rose higher until she stood on the very point of her toes, the long heels too short and remaining for aesthetic purposes only. Her arms were forced behind her body to cup her mirrored white bum cheeks, pressing her hands to the slick surface and mating them there. Her arms sank to the wrist, leaving her chest helplessly presented, and her arms blended with her back to leave her momentarily with an arm binder that ended in her coccyx. Her arms were in the way for her next format and were subsequently swallowed up by her torso, the extra mass flowing like treacle up into her tits.
A heavy clear plastic catsuit with a corset waist and no arms appeared around her body, squeezing her breasts out through two tiny circular openings in the front and leaving a taut plastic seal over her pussy mouth and nether regions. Seven pulled out a long list of changes she wanted to make to her toy before the night was out.
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Nurse Seven demonstrated Rebeccas new features in the mirror one last time before she handed her over. The rubberised female saw her own fat red lips parted to reveal no surprises - the same vertical pussy lips tat had been forced upon her earlier. But these lips parted further to reveal another set of horizontal vlatex kissing lips beneath, which, in turn parted to reveal another set of vertical rubber pussy lips, velvety and lubricated in readiness for sex. She had four permanent layers of rubber covering her mouth - four sets of tight plushy folds to nestle a shaft between, four layers of slippery oral tightness. Seven pulled her finger from the lips of her lovedoll and sighed in resignation it was time to go. She strapped her plastic packaged slave onto a conveyor trolley, dialling the destination code of the head Nurses room. The trolley hummed to life and trundled slowly down the corridor, carrying the helpless Rebecca with it on a one-way journey to toyland.
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Rubber pet Supergrrl slurped obediently on her masters cock while her new mistress fucked, doggy style, both her pussy and her recently installed anal pussy simultaneously with the double headed strap-on she wore. They had turned her into their very own helpless vlatex dog and fed her brain programming taken from real canine obedience training. She loved it even though she could feel it forced upon her.
Within ten minutes of the neutralised Supergrrls purchase from a television advertisement and subsequent arrival, her long, pretty hair was gone and her skin replaced entirely from bald skull to the tips of her toes with glossy reddest-of-red vlatex. Her rubberised tongue, lips, pussy lips, fat nipples and eyeshadow were a deeper red vlatex than the rest of her body but were shinier and just as smooth, polished to atomic levels to make her a hundred times as slippery as the best effort teflon could do.
She glided back and forth on frictionless shiny hands and knees over the top sheet off the latex bed in the rubber doghouse that was her home now as she was pumped from both ends by her owners, her neck corset and dog collar preventing removal of the shaft filling her throat, even if she wanted to twist her head away, which she did not.
She could feel her massively enlarged boobies dangling heavily beneath her body, her erect polished nipples skating smoothly across the glistening material each time she slid with the pumping motion. She knew later that her mistress and master would take each a nipple of hers in their mouths while she was trapped in a training harness, submitting to her daily hour of programming from the slut-making computer she both loved and hated. She could feel that each day she listened to the whispers of the machine it became harder to resist its urges. She watched as the rubber slut before her came out of the machine, begging to be made into a toilet slave. Supergrrl could not know that she too would be begging for rubber toilet duties some day soon.
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The liquid-red rubber puppygirl on the black patent leather bed struggled quietly. First they had given her a cute rubber tail and stiff fingerless paw-mitts for her hands that were completely unable to grip anything. The cute crimson vlatex puppydog ears completed the look along with a ballgag muzzle. Bizarre twelve inch high heels ensured she could barely walk and once they had even dressed their dog in a humiliating maids costume and then fucked her as the heavy black rubbery folds of the frilly encumbering outfit swished against her sleek red legs. Her programming taught her to eat food only from a round dish on the floor and drink only from a liquid sperm dildo protruding from her kennel at her crawling height. Sadly, years later when she was rescued by a humanimal rights group, almost none of her programming or body modifications could be reversed even though deep inside the real Supergrrl still existed and pleaded silently for help and tried to change back.
--
Then came her piercing. Not just any old piercing. Her owners pierced Superpup in almost every imaginable place in her body, then some more. She gazed at her rippling rubber reflection with its countless metal additions in horror and pre-programmed joy. It was bad enough that they had originally dipped her in the heavy crimson liquid rubber skin, but now no matter how she rolled, the ponderous golden rings solidly anchored in her red waterproof slutflesh clinked and rustled endlessly together. She could not escape them. The rings threaded through parts of her she didnt know could be pierced and would be hers forever, to be joined by more as her owners determined more ways to pierce her.. Soon her toilet training would begin.
--
Rebeccatoy lay quietly on her rubber sheeted bed in the Kingdom Asylum. She could do nothing else. She could not even breathe unless her owner wished it, for she now had a control chip in her rubberised brain that dominated her body utterly. The chief nurse had loved her fleshy, alternating folds of velvety pussy-mouth lips, multiplying them until they extended all the way down her throat and into her stomach. At the activation of one of her thousands of circuits she could become a living blowjob, her entire body acting as a pulsating suction sheath for a male organ. Her air passage had been re- routed, furnishing her with a little tube at the back of her neck to breath through. But that opening alone wasnt enough to keep her alive - her thickened, white rubber skin compressed her innards so much that she could breath only by being pumped full of air by a machine. Even if they gave her body back, she could never leave the Asylum without the machine, and then she would soon run out of the special refill cylinders the machine required.
She lay on the rustling sheets of the bed unmoving, snug in the creamy polished vlatex wedding dress the nurses made her wear after her marriage. In a bizarre little ceremony, the nurses had dressed and married Rebeccatoy to her rubber world, trapped her in a substance that would fill the rest of her existence. Unbeknown to many, the tightly laced, many tiered garment had been made from the Nurses cheating husband who had been found lacking in his marriage vows. The heavy, frilled dress also had an internal catsuit that snuggled skintight against her smooth curves, extending right to the wrists and ankles.
Beneath the smothering dress/catsuit she was unforgivingly laced into tit corsets that squashed her breast latex into shapes that would not have been possible without the super- pliable rubberization and massive expansion of her tits. The flexible, narrowed tubes caressed her oversized bosom into two floor-length breast sausages that ended in perfect globes of pearly white rubber and an erect nipple dildo. The sensation was too much for her. When they werent exposed for other games, Rebeccatoys bust snakes were slid down the length of the inner leg of her cat-dress so that the white glossy rubber spheres protruded from the outfit on the inside of her modified ankles, revealed her dildo tits only if the folds of her skirt were lifted.
Rebeccatoys arms were back but her hands had been removed, replaced at the wrist by a very thick dildo that was an inflexible extension of her arm. Her feet had been forced into an even greater pointe and had soft rubber dildos sticking out from the end of her ballet-boot toes ensuring she would never stand again. Her pearly skin had been thickened and blended yet again. From the outside, she looked like a smooth, shiny ivory rubber doll with huge, dildo-nippled boobs and no facial features except for a fat, pouting mouth. Her dildo hands and feet protruded attractively from her sleeves as she lay splayed on the bed gazing at the mirrored ceiling through tiny pinpricks where her eyes used to be. She saw in only black and white now, although she assumed her mouth and pussies were still red and the rest of her body sparkling white. The vision of her changes was too much to comprehend.
Beneath the wedding dress her pussy and anus were unprotectable, and coupled with her disablingly modified body and her new programming, she was the ultimate rubber fucking doll. Rebeccatoy was trapped forever in her sterile white Asylum world. Her Nursetress had once informed her that all exits from the building needed fingers to unlock and had always ensured her sub did not have functional digits. Her owner had toyed with the idea of erasing the girls mind but she got more pleasure from watching the trapped woman trying to struggle her frictionless body into some kind of impossible freedom.
Nurse made good use of her new personal rubber fuck toy, sometimes growing a two foot long male shaft for the creature to suck to the depths of her mouth sex and at other times taking it to the nurses common room to make simultaneous use of all the dildo limbs by inviting all her girlfriends to slide onto it at once.
-- Nurse Seven makes Rebeccatoy a fixture
Nurse Seven dragged a heavy white vlatex suit into the room and made her unresisting toy slither itself into it accommodatingly at the activation of an obedience circuit. The suit bent her legs into a kneeling position and the moment the seal was closed the lower portion of it filled with rapidly setting glutinous liquid. Soon she found her legs blended in a semi-triangular block of solid rubber that made it appear as if she was trapped in a suctioned bag from the hips down, her lower limbs neutralized within a rigid mass of curvy white vlatex. Her straight jacket arms were initially fixed tight around her body beneath her enormous tits, supporting them like the overflowing cups of a too-small bra. Swiftly, the auto-do cubicle pulled Rubbertoys arms closer to her body, flattening and blending their mass into her already oversized tits. Her arms were absorbed into her torso until they remained only as straps that hampered her breathing and uplifted her squeaking mammaries still more.
Enjoy your last view of daylight, my compliant little Rubbertoy." Nurse Seven smiled to her quivering prisoner as she gave the mental command to seal off its head entirely. The toys face smoothed over and the layer shrank and polished itself. This time Seven followed the Asylum rule for toys, deliberately erasing the cubicles history relating to vision and thus preventing anyone returning it to the plaything at a later date. Rebeccatoy would never see again.
He body had become a kneeling straight jacket, totally sealed in white vlatex. Her smooth face had no real features, showing just her pair of fat lips on the lower half, her neck arched backwards at the perfect angle for fellatio.
Rebeccatoy could feel some other changes being made but did not understand their significance. She was not to find out what they were until she was installed and activated in her new residence the tea room. She was moved to the noisy room and positioned beside some other toys. Two slave maids polished her straining body until it shone, paying particular attention to her presented nipples, oval face and wanton lips.
-- Nurse Twenty-Six uses her cock on the Rebeccatoy
Nurse Twenty-Six was a vixen. Her white vlatex skin and her two foot erect rubber dipped penis was the only physical remainder of her husband. As with many Vixens, she had turned him into a helpless, feminine looking rubber doll and then catsuit, finally absorbing him over her body. She had kept just his enlarged sex for her own use, the rest of his rubberized soul trapped in her lustrous skin. She still had her vagina, nestled beneath the shaft where the scrotum would normally hang, the latter now hidden deep inside. Spying the white fellatio toy in the common room she gently unzipped the crotch of her patent leather medical catsuit and slid her male organ out. For once the room was silent but for the tortured soft breathing of the toy coming from behind it.
PhhtPhhtPhhtPhhtPhhtPhht.ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ssssssssssss
Curious, she looked behind it and saw how it got its air. Two glossy white rubber bags, much like a deflated balloons hung flaccidly from the toys anal region, no doubt connected to its breathing valve. With each intake of breath, the small amount of air in the upper bag was evacuated, causing an abrupt halt in the airflow as the suction closed the gap between the two layers. Unless the plaything stopped breathing for a moment, the collapsed input bag would allow no more oxygen to pass through it. A pause in the intake allowed the bag to return to its normal flaccidity, only to halt flow almost immediately again as the toy attempted to breath again.
The poor creature took six or seven breaths to fill its minuscule corsetted lung capacity before expelling the stale air terribly slowly through an airflow-limited second bag with a long hiss. Twenty Six was sure the bags and limiters would be made smaller every year.
She was pleased to see that convenient handles had been added to the sides of the toys head where its ears would be. The well designed unit obviously had a very specific purpose which she would explore immediately.
Parting the overstuffed red lips, TwentySeven rested the helmeted head of her glossy dick against the inviting pussy mouth beneath, marvelling at how many times bigger her cockhead was than the tiny aperture. Leaning forward, she grasped the handle bars and thrust gently. After a moment of pressure, her penis tip popped smoothly into the soft padded cavity that had originally been mouth, teeth and gums. It was incredibly tight due to the fat girth of the knob, the entire lower half of the toys featureless face extending and ballooning out to accommodate it with difficulty. She was chuffed to see that the jaw of the doll had been designed to dislocate if necessary for swallowing large objects it did so in this case.
The vixen felt another tightly lipped barrier at the back of the throat and angled down and pushed past it. The hissed breathing seemed to lose its rhythm. The vixen slipped through the next obstruction, then the next, continuing through the many layers of internal vaginal lips, thrusting deeper through each one until her pussy was pressing against the chin of the doll.
Twenty Six anchored her dick in the most comfortable position and sighed in pleasure as it expanded around her and began a luxurious internal rippling motion. She wondered if the unit had originally been male or female but it did not matter now toys in the Asylum were never allowed to become human again. The tongue of the living dicksheath snaked its way underneath the invading prick to slide deep into the rubberized white pussy behind it, elongating and hardening to a length of four fat inches. Life was good for vixens in Zorelles kingdom.
-- Supergrrl as a sperm doll
Supergrrl #27, like so many of her duplicates, was a rubber hooker. She peered through her graciously transparent eyepieces and was relieved to see she had retained her arms this time although her hands did feel funny. She seemed unable to open her fists yet when she squeezed them tight a sensation grew from a sexual tingle to a tsunami of delight in her pleasure centres. Trapped inside her vlatex doll body, she brought her metallic blue latex hands into her field of vision and nearly swooned at the thought of what had been done to her. Her beautiful, piano players hands had been artistically curled into rounded, vlatex-dipped balls that showed no evidence of the long slim fingers that she had once been so proud of. One would have expected to be able to peer through the tiny opening in her clenched fist but that was now impossible. Installed in the core of her hands, with her palms and missing fingers cupping them gently, were two slippery vlatex vaginas, their many layers of petal-like folds already oozing lubricant.
Her breasts had been modified by squeezing and smoothing their curves together is if in a tight top, but it was her real vlatex skin, not clothing at all, replendent in the same blue with red and yellow trim as her original costume, only in a different material. They had taken away the modesty covering of her cape, instead imprinting it on her rubberized back in shiny red and yellow. Rubber teats on her singular bosom marked where her original nipples had been, topped by yellow rubber bows. A smooth suspension bridge of shiny blue plastiskin stretched from chin to nipple, completely replacing her cleavage and throat - broken only by the fleshy rubber opening of her recently installed breast pussy. The tightly squeezed, self lubricating orifice was designed especially for tit fucking, allowing a customer to rest his or her shaft in the narrow space of her internal cleavage. Once inside, her breasts would swell enormously to hold the invader with a slippery iron grip. Her superbly polished orifice required no special lubricants for entry and was self cleaning.
Superhooker had the standard pussy mouth and pussy anal ring, but her butt cleavage had been modified in the same way as her bosom, with her bottom shaped slightly into muscly latex breasts with sensitive nipples protruding from the middle of each. If she wore a pair of tight fitting latex hotpants with internal bra cups, her buttocks looked semi normal but otherwise her rear nipples stood erect and were often happily suckled by the guests - it was only when her tightly laced outer costume was removed that her second humilating bosom juddered free, cradling a glisteningly wet set of twin rubber pussies between her legs.
She was often forced to wear an all-enveloping suction suit of impervious vlatex that had six internal inflatable dildos to keep her lengthened passages packed to the hilt when she wasnt being fed on her diet of pure, anonymous sperm in all six openings. Later, after begging to have more pleasure- giving pussies installed in various parts of her body she broke the record for having the most sexual orifices of any woman in the Kingdom, even though she couldnt give a speech during the televised award ceremony.
The brothel computer made her beg through sign language to install more vaginal openings in her body every year. The first choice was easy - she had never liked her armpits much when she had body hair, but now that she was effectively re- skinned with pure vlatex she was always uncovered. She was constantly aware of her pubescent offerings being presented to all. She had the first two extra sexes installed in the hidden cavity of her armpits, hoping she could hide them from view. She could not believe it when she heard herself asking to have the labia of the new pussies enlarged to be hugely puffy rubber, so expanded in fact that she found it hard to keep her arms flat at her sides. Her ears had been gone for a long time - mere ripples on the side of her head where they had been. They were chosen for the next set of love lips - slick, rubber-walled pleasure canals that curved down inside her head to meet up with her extended throat sex, their path mapped through now unimportant parts of her brain that had once been used for free will - never able to be used again.
The aesthetically pleasing folds of her new headset of glistening black pussy lips on both sides were re-attached to her eardrums. She could hear normal sounds extremely faintly, but could hear the squelch of an invading shaft or two at incredible volume. The overwhelmingly erotic sounds that poured into her brain reinforced her helplessness and sex toy status and her head was fucked from the front and both sides simultaneously.
Next she was given her belly button pussy, anchored in the chest cavity between her lungs. Her pretty eyes too were not required for good consumption of jism so they were replaced by pairs of horizontal vaginal lips in a clean, auto-do procedure that did not touch her brain at all. She had no choice but to submit to her awful daily programming. She did not comprehend what they had done to her mind but she was fully aware of what she had become and knew she would be unable to reverse it. She had simply become a rubber vessel for sperm. She could not walk normally, for the soles of her feet had become unstable with the addition of a set of love lips in each, centred in the pad of each foot, curving up into the cores of her legs. She was truly a sperm doll. The only way she could walk was to have special boots laced onto her legs that had a stabilising internal dildo built in the base to keep her steady.
Her cheeks were given a womanly rubber opening each, leaving her with three holes on the lower part of her face alone for oral sex, a word that had little releavence to her new pussified body. Her massive tits were modified again. Soon she sported two extra sets of love lips just below her nipples, which protruded like clits from the puffy, sleek openings. Her breasts alone could be fucked in three places. Linda rebuked herself yet again for underestimating the power of Zorelle as another wave of pleasure washed through her heavily modified and over sensitised body. If only she had known what was going to happen perhaps she would have done things differently.
-- A Vixens husband gets his pussyface
"Seven suns! What have you done to him?" she whispered, staring at what had become of her husband with a look compounded of equal parts of shock and disbelief. Her husband had been transformed into a slave girl as she requested, but his face had been radically modified to give him three fat pussies in place of his eyes and mouth.
No need to whisper, he cannot possibly hear you. He does not have ears anymore. laughed the nurse as she sealed the rear of the transparent latex skin sheathing his huge titted body. I do not think he comprehends just what we have turned him into yet, but I am sure he will make an excellent toy for your bedroom much more docile than before the processes!.
The nurse lifted three of five large dildos from her tray. Here, give me a hand plugging the face of this slut. Try and slot in all three simultaneously because the first reaction is always worth watching. Sure enough, the moment the dildos began to slide home in the eye pussies, the creature began to buck and quiver as it realised the enormity of its facial reconstruction. But the nurse held it firm and soon had them all deeply anchored. She quickly zipped the permenantly attached vlatex hood closed, very snug, applying extra pressure to keep the rods in place. Pressed down by the strong rubber, they would not slide out until the hood was unsealed. Next she slid the other dildos home in the fattened anal pussy and the puff lipped vagina below it and sealed the lower compartment. Being filled in so many holes for the first time must have been an awful experience for the poor living trinket to have, but it made no sound other than the soft slither of its vlatex skin and the occasional wet slurp as it tried to communicate around its plugs.
Mistress Vixen, I assume you will have no trouble working out how to use your husbands penis and balls now that they are part of your body. A side effect of the spell is that your dick will double in girth and length during the next five days. Smiled the Nurse. The new vixen giggled. Mmmm...that will be huge! I do hope that mouth pussy of his will stretch wide to accommodate the new me!
You wont need to train him to use his tongue on your pussy while he is sucking you off - that is programmed in. But if your cock grows too big just make sure his tongue is extended out its full eight inches before you slide in.
-- Nurse Twenty Two the mutineer
Nurse Twenty Twos coup attempt had failed. She had hoped to take control of the Asylum by bumping the Directress into an auto-do cubicle and turning her into an unrecognisable rubber toy. Her plan failed when the machine refused to accept her voice commands and the less restrictingly bound Directress had easily overpowered her. Twenty Two awoke the next day to find herself in an auto-do cubicle with a glass wall looking out into the Nurses lunchroom. She hung from two hooks attached to the metal rings protruding from her rubberized shoulders where her arms had been but one day before. Her shoulders had been smoothed off and nicely rounded, her white latex-dipped arms most likely mounted as souveniers on the Directresss desk to terrify all would-be mutineers.
Nurse Twenty Two had made many enemies both at work and politically, so when the staff saw the tempting example hanging in the soundproof glass-walled room off the coffee lounge no one was surprised. They played with her for a couple days; she kicked some, so they removed her legs too. As the draining power of a Lassitude Collar they had made her wear affected her she became lethargic and boring, so they ignored her. When her IQ reached 5 they set her in a clear latex brick and shipped the solid block to where the castle renovations were going on. Nobody ever spoke of Twenty Two again.
-- Rubbertoy as a brothel footstool
A small latex footstool rested silently in its room in the government brothel. The rubber hooker who worked in the lavishly padded and lustrous room cared little about the round, quivering furniture or where it came from as she snuggled her taut shiny rear against its comfortably cushioned surface. The glistening whore, who had been dipped in attractive bronze vlatex the instant she arrived, was thinking about more important things than who or what she was sitting on. Her programming demanded she think about her job at all times. Her job was sex and all forms of it.
In striking contrast to the sleek metallic curves of the obedient hooker who sat on her, Rubbertoys body had been formed into a puffy circular footrest shape made from seamless obsidian rubber. The only deviance from the standard cyclindrical design were the two comfortable breasts pointing skyward on the top of the furniture and a single, fleshy rubber pussy that had once been her mouth in between them, also pointing to the roof. Rubbertoy had no place to go. -- Kelly goes transparent
Kelly and her resistance fighters were waiting to ambuish, hiding in the trees as the first of Zorelles shiny procession passed them by. The black rubber boot-suits of the official guards were striking, rippling beautifully in the sunlight as they clattered past. Kelly noted with interest that just the nipples and love lips of the guardswomen had been dipped in another colour, Royal Blue. Their nipples had been pierced with heavy gold rings.
Zorelles carriage rolled into view and the saboteurs leapt from their camoflage with swords drawn and arrows firing. It was no use. A nimbus surrounded Zorelle and she floated into the air, arrows bouncing harmlessly off her invisible shield. She waved her arms and Kelly and her comrades found themselves weaponless and completely naked. The element of surprise was lost as the masses of rubber clad guardswomen overpowered the small nudist colony.
The rebels were lined up before Zorelle, each lady held fast by four obedient guards. Zorelle cast another spell and all the guards bar the ones holding Kelly released their captives. The naked ladies did not make any attempt to escape and stood stiffly to attention as a haze grew around each of them, coalescing suddenly into a block of crystal glass from just below the chin to a handspan below their pointed toes. They looked as if they were floating above the ground. Black vlatex hoods with no opening save a breathing valve at the mouth were sealed over the heads of the new presentation pieces, muffling their cries as they struggled to breathe. Zorelle had bound each in a pillar of glass up their neck.
Unlike her comrades Kelly had escaped the glass pillar treatment. Zorelle simply fused Kelly's feet inside a long block of glass that kept her legs widely stretched.
-- Kelly REALLY goes transparent
Four years later, when Zorelle found time to do something with Kelly, she ordered her to be brought back from the army brothel in which she had temporarily been placed. The feet of the young resistance leader were still encapsulated and spread by the glass block.
Zorelle cast a spell on poor Kelly which slowly changed her flesh into translucent coloured glass. The sensations of the girls skin slowly disappeared and she hardened. Kelly the glass statuette was then sold to an overseas art dealer, and transported there on a long voyage. Throughout the rough sea voyage, the crystal girl was always frightened that she would fall over and smash against the deck, but luckily she did not. If she could just survive long enough, one day a powerful magician might see her plight and undo the spell.
The art dealer went bankrupt, and Kelly was auctioned off and sold to a dressmaker, who used her as a glass dressmaking dummy for about twelve years. Because she could only be used to fit one size, Kelly quickly outlived her usefulness. Her hardened form was eventually sold to a brothel for a few brass coins. At the brothel she was dressed in a whore's outfit and stood at the door to the house of pleasure. One night the pretty statue was stolen by a rival brothel. That night they rowed out to the middle of the bay and dropped poor glass Kelly overboard. She sank deep down to the ocean floor and landed upright amongst some sandy coral. A thousand years later, she was still there and intact, but unrecognisable beneath thick layers of barnacles, coral, and seaweed. In her little glass mind she still dreamt of a rescue that would never come.
-- Cell leader Marian gets a frosty complexion
Marian was a member of the resistance also. She was Kellys cell group leader and had not been present at the failed mission for security purposes.
It did not take Zorelle long to pluck the name of the leader from one of her trapped glass pillar dolls and in no time Marian was her prisoner, sealed and helpless before her in a heavy plastic buckle suit.
Marian was arguably given a harsher penalty than Kelly, stripped naked and imprisoned inside a block of ice from neck to toe by Zorelle's magic, then placed in a deep freeze unit. Minutes before Marian was to lose consciousness from frozen limbs and hypothermia, she was released. Zorelle muttered a few words of a spell, and Marian's half-frozen form instantly became a fully frozen form. She was changed into a clear ice statue by Zorelle, and left in the deep freeze until the banquet. Shortly before the feast, the dark queen opened the door of Marian's new dark frozen world, and addressed her.
"How is my little ice-lady today? Still feeling rebellious? I think not!" she chuckled to the silent but somehow magically still conscious Marian. "At the feast tonight, you shall stand as the centrepiece of my table. Your little ice body will soon melt into nothing". Zorelle looked at her clear statue critically. "Hmm....they will know that you were once human if I present you like this in such detail, eyelashes and all! I will make you look a bit more artificial". With that she fetched a hose of freezing water and poured it over the top of Melanie's head. The water flowed down her ice body and instantly froze against her, smoothing off her features, making her characteristics a little indistinct.
That night the Dark Queen was complimented many times on her exquisite naked ice-statue. Throughout the night Marian's senses slowly disappeared as she melted in the warm air of the dining hall. By the end of the evening all that remained of the beautiful girl was a puddle of water on the rubber tablecloth.
-- Supergrrl as a breeding cow
Supergrrl looked at her own de-limbed cow body reflection in the mirrored walls of the breeding room. Her plasticised arms and legs had been stretched and moulded, turned into the rigid cubic frame that her body hung taut within. She had a feeder tube permanently in her mouth and the black and white dappled rubber skin of a milkmaid. Her glossy, distended rubber belly showed the bulge of advanced pregnancy. Even once her calf was born she would be left in the frame, her protoge milking her teats regularly. Her offspring were taught to view her only as a stupid food unit and trapped with her mooing vocabulary Linda was unlikely to be given the opportunity or ability to explain otherwise.
Supergrrl looked at herself again in the mirror. She was a human rubber cow, suspended in a breeding frame without arms or legs. Her huge teats were still being milked by her six month old calf even as her glossy black and white belly expanded with her owners next artificially implanted child. Her owners did not regard her as human any more, simply using her belly to incubate their babies and her huge tits to feed the little ones.
The husband often allowed the cowette in the breeding frame to eat his broad shaft before bed, sliding himself neatly into the puffy folds of her pussy mouth, enjoying the tight sensation from the toothless interior as it massaged his member. A little black and white rubber saddle adorned her back, with an extended dildo in the centre that was what remained of her tongue. It was here that the mistress of the family planted herself for a ride before bed. A cow was never left in peace.
When the creature was not being milked, its extended black and white vlatex nipples were tied together in a cute bow.
-- Felicity makes a mattress
Felicity was finally arrested by Zorelles special branch. It was not so much that Felicity had eliminated her sister in order to claim her inheritance, but her sister had been an important official in Zorelles government and her disappearrance had been a slight inconvenience to the Queen.
Mean spirited Felicity had sealed her sister completely inside a specially made plastiskin mattress after drugging her and placing a cheap stasis collar around her neck. The mattress took mere minutes to fuse with its struggling, living occupant until no trace remained of the young prisoner at all in the slick black vlatex surface. The rigid mattress had stood in her basement for several years until she bought a larger, more opulent house and moved out, leaving her forgotten mattressed sister behind. It was not long before a tenant discovered the tautly quivering bedding, surprised that it wobbled of its own volition. Imagining it to be a massaging mattress, the tenant put it on her own bed for one fateful night. She was found the next day with the entire front of her body melded permenantly into its soft rubber surface.
The evil sisters game was up. Felicity was arrested and had a stasis enchantment put on her. She found herself shoved roughly into a very large cell, naked except for special knee high plastiskin boots that had been added to her feet. Her legs had become stiff boots, each boot/foot ending in a stilt- like spike which tapered smoothly off from her ankle, making it appear that Felicity's legs ended in sleek needle sharp points. The floor of the cell was made from some kind of slippery substance; quite cool, but it felt as though it melted easily. It appeared to be copha. She was horrified to see women embedded in the cold white copha up to their necks and some even submerged completely. They were all either gagged, or had their mouths plasti-skinned over. She realised that her new spike feet were sinking very quickly into it. Felicity tried to step out of the mire, but it had a natural suction hold on her grossly altered legs. She had nothing but slippery copha to use as leverage. The more she struggled, the faster she sank, until finally just her head remained visible. She thought that she would touch the real solid floor at this point, but the other captives must have been on taller spiked heels than she. She sank below the surface, unable to rise, and also unable to end her miserable life through suffocation due to the stasis spell.
-- Zorelle makes her own mattress
Zorelle liked the concept of keeping her toys neatly in a mattress shape. Five traitorous girls were plastiskinned into a king-sized mattress after having a stasis spell cast on them. Each girl was given a smooth undercoat of pure plastiskin to make sure they fused utterly with their new home. Full body shaped cavities were created throughout the core of the mattress to exactly match the women ready to be sealed inside. Of course it was a very tight squeeze to get them all in - in some cases where there was no room for an arm or a leg, the sorceress spelled them away neatly.
The only openings in the mattress when it had completely sealed and set were the orifices of the women. Mouths, pussies and tight rubber anal puckers were the only openings that protruded from the smooth surface, all of them enhanced to keep them permemantly slippery. Sometimes the mattress could be heard sucking wetly to itself if one listened carefully, but was usually completely silent. The girl's mouths had either been plasti-skinned over forever before encasement or terribly modified to suit their new role. The mattress girls who had kept their mouths were unable to use them to speak because their vocal chords, teeth and gums had been made into soft folds of rubber pussy lips, hugely fattened red petals that were the perfect cock massage for any male sleeper. The pussy mouthed units also had the standard tongue extension to enable them to slide it deep into the pussy of a female sleeper and keep her happy all night. When not in use, vibrators were slid home into the exposed openings until they were ready to be used again by highly ranked male visitors.
-- Plastiskin and love dolls do mix
Plastiskin became the material for political revenge. Pretty Dr Livingston was a renowned nuclear physicist in her field and consequently she had many research enemies, those who were too stupid or too unlucky to make the discoveries she had made and could not get government funding to afford convertibles like hers.
They were not too stupid to eliminate her in their crawl to the top aparrently. The buxom doctorate of nuclear particle physics soon found herself sealed irreversibly into a plastiskin second skin by her rivals, giving her the appearance and texture of a cheap rubber love-doll. Some nerve crippling drugs were dropped into her struggling rubbery O shaped mouth, which was stretched always open like a fish jaw. After a short period, the drug began destroying all of her nerves that controlled movement.
Her captors watched as Dr Livingston involuntarily jerked her limbs and arched her back in convulsions and painful spasms, the last movements she would ever make in her life. She lay quiet, like a shiny rag doll on the floor, her skin the texture of polished plastic. She could still feel every sensation, but was no longer able to coax any movement from her burned out nerves. To all appearances, she had become a rubber love doll. She was given to a brothel, where she became a warm-up doll for the guests, her intelligence slowly fading as she took on a new personality to stay sane.
-- Annette gets a tail for the ball
Princess Annette, Supergrrls cousin opened the package containing the costume that the sorceress had chosen for her to wear at the fancy dress ball, planned for the coming evening. In the bottom of the box lay a pile of shimmering material, which seemed warm and fleshlike to her touch. The young princess lifted the garment out and examined its full length in the sun. It was a mermaid costume, beautifully crafted to cover its wearer from head to toe. The mermaid- suit was in the form of a body stocking with a gossamer thin mask connected to the neck of it. Running down the back of the costume was a short, barely discernible zipper, just long enough to enable the wearer to put it on.
The smooth fabric was captivating as it glistened in the bright light, and try as she might, Annette could not imagine how she would look with the costume on. There was a brief note in the box from Zorelle, which read:
"My dear Princess, let us put aside recent history. I would like to get to know the members of my court better starting this evening. I hope you like this fetching costume that I have made especially for you - please try it on as soon as possible to make sure that it fits so that I can have any alterations done before the festivities begin. I shall see you in the ballroom at seven."
Although she was still secretly working to overthrow the reigning tyrant, Annette knew she must appear at the ball or be conspicuous in her absence. Vanity got the better of her and as the Princess decided to check her appearance in the garment, rushing to try it on. She unlaced her bodice and removed her heavy satin dress. After releasing the stays on her tight satin corset, she stripped off her undergarments; suspenders, and stockings until she was naked. She took the suit and stretched it out on the bed, laying herself on her back beside it as the instructions showed.
The young woman then lifted the costume above her and pushed her feet through the back and down together into the tail. They were half-way in, so she drew her covered knees up to her chin and pushed her head up through the tight neck and into the mask, which clung to her face perfectly. Her hands slid easily into the soft arm skins. With a wriggle of her legs and a stretching of her back, the suit flowed like treacle into position, accompanied by a soft rubbery pop. She was suddenly fully enclosed by the skin-tight disguise and it felt marvelous. It was a perfect fit.
Princess Annette lay face down and wriggled in her tight mermaid suit. Her legs, fused together and sheathed inside a rubbery tail, reacted as one as she slapped the bedclothes with her tail fins. The young woman's finger movements felt hampered, and upon investigation, she found that her hands were webbed, much to her delight at the perfection of the costume. She reached behind and pulled the zipper up the small of her back to her neck, sealing herself into the mermaid skin until she chose to undo it again.
The suctioned vlatex fabric clung to her skin and was very realistic. The scales of her tail were slippery as if coated with wax, stretched taut over her tapered and newly shaped legs. Balancing on the tip of her tail, she tried to waddle over to the mirror, but her scales were so polished that she slid to the ground. Instead, the princess had to slither across the rug on her front, her scales rippling as she moved, pulling herself along by her webbed hands. She found that her crotch was sliding against the carpet, warming her sex through friction and making her more than a little hot and wet...or perhaps it was the tightness of the suit itself. She reached the mirror and awkwardly lifted herself up again on her tail.
She gasped when she saw her mermaid reflection in the glass. She could never go to the ball like that! The transparent vlatex suit made no attempt to cover her nakedness! Her breasts had been enlarged to bulging proportions by extra- thick layers of the skin-like material, and her nipples protruded very erect. She had expected her vagina to be covered by thick scales but instead her groin showed a hairless pink clit with fat rubber pussy lips splayed, no protective covering at all. With a probing webbed finger, she found that the sex was her own, somehow exposed and squeezed out by the suit. She tried to swear, but the mask was clasping her mouth tightly, forcing her lips into a little pout so that she could not speak properly. mmmmmmpfh! A tiny noise escaped her lips.
Zorelles guards arrived and locked a stasis collar and leash on her, dragging her away to the ball. Unable to drown, Annette was sealed in a large display tank for the guests to see during the ball. During the speeches, Zorelle made a point of demonstrating a spell that modified the new mermaids vocal chords to allow her only seal-like barks. The Princess had been turned into a pet.
-- Belinda and Jacquelines Ballet revenge
Belinda and Jacqueline were the top ballerinas in the Kingdom. Their dressing room had been emptied of staff to provide some calm before the performance and only their understudies, Marie and Nicola were present to help squeeze them into their pink satin costumes.
Marie and Nicola excused themselves to do some limbering up while the seated dancers put the finishing touches to their hair. Belinda lifted the hairspray can up to her tight little bun and pulled the trigger for a good twenty seconds while her friend did the same. A dancer couldnt afford to have loose hair in her eyes while she danced. A moment after the spray ceased there was a strange tingling on her scalp. Belinda noticed that she had never seen that particular brand of hairspray before but the Dancing Dolly label seemed innocuous enough.
The mist cleared and her hands flew up to her freshly hairless scalp in terror. Belindas lovely dark hair had dissolved into thin air, replaced by a smooth expanse of some kind of stretchy, frictionless pink material. She opened her mouth to scream just as her lips were completely sealed over by the shiny substance. No noise left her throat she thought from shock but it was actually because her vocal chords had been paralysed. The enchanted hairspray went to work on her. The shiny pink substance spreading over the rest of her head, sealing off her ears to stop all sound and smoothing over her nose, leaving behind a single air tube in the middle of her expressionless doll-like face. Belinda began to stand, to try and raise the alarm, do anything, but the eyes of the doll in the mirror locked onto hers and she sat back down with a thud to watch the rest of the procedure. She could not even hear Jacquelines noisy rubber transformation nearby.
Her eyes were the only part of her face left uncovered on her sleek head. The baby pink rubber flowed down Belindas pretty body, her tutu and leotard dissolving in its path as it entirely replaced her skin. Left behind was a nude doll, staring in shock at the mirror. To its left, another blank faced, single tubed doll enclosed in mint green rubber skin sat just as quietly, watching its own identical changes in horror. A new filmy tutu sprouted from Belindas hip, this time in transparent pink rubber and attached to her new skin. Her whole body felt so heavy that she could not entertain the idea of trying to stand.
The two glossy, fully rubberised ballerina dolls stared hopelessly at their reflections in the makeup mirror until they felt the vibrations of footsteps approaching down the corridor.
Suddenly Marie and Nicola came in, smiling. It had been a trap! They were gloating over their new acquisitions!
Oh my! exclaimed Marie as she took the spare costume from the rack beside the silent Belinda doll. She slid her legs into it, speaking more to Nicola than the near-deaf creatures on the makeup chairs.
It looks like our leads have decided to quit the troupe - or so these resignation letters say. You two cute dollies now belong to Nicola and I. Of course we will still let you dance occasionally, but only in private shows for us. Pretty soon you both will be divested of your arms to complete your involuntary retirement from professional dancing. Only the two of us will ever see our private, armless bondage models trying to be ballerinas. Of course if we ever take you out in public youll have to wear a latex mask to turn you into a person of our choosing - the spell has unfortunately removed your faces!
The Belinda and Jacqueline dolls were pushed into to-be- inflated body bags which were zipped closed to completely envelop them. The loose larvae-like bags were then lifted and placed in private lockers, inflated via a tiny filling hose protruding through the grill in the door of each. With their body bags inflated to drum tightness the two dolls were trapped noiselessly until after dark when they could be spirited away.
-- Ballet dolls
The two former ballerinas were booked into the Asylum for a re-education holiday with strict instructions. A week later, two totally submissive vlatex ballerina dolls twirled around in an automated sequence through the private suites owned by the new dance leads of the royal troupe, Marie and Nicola.
Belinda sighed silently as she spun yet again, her pink frilled latex body teetering across the carpet of the lounge. She was entirely fused into a living suit of pink rubber, with her arms atrophied and blended into the small of her back such that they had gone completely, thrusting her oversized pink tits in front of her. They were not the breasts of a ballerina, but massive juddering tits that she was sure contained her stolen arms somehow.
She had always hated bows and frills, so Marie had made a point of adding them to her body all over. She had rubber frills fused around her slender neck at the top and bottom, circling her ankles, shoulders and each breast. Her pussy was buried beneath layers of frills built into the petti-panty she had had added to her body. Rubber bows dangled from her nipples and her butt.
She had been given a full latex mask painted with girlish features for the performance but beneath it her face was almost completely sealed over now with the exception of her mouth which had been somewhat restored. Her new fattened shiny pink lips were stuffed with a penis gag and only slight ripples in the slippery substance showed where her nose, eyes and ears had been. Built into the polished vlatex skin of her neck was a strict posture collar - she struggled to bend her long slim neck at all. Over her rubberised body, which already contained its own inbuilt corset, she wore another pink rubber corset, tight fitting raw latex pantyhose. Her legs were strapped stiffly and locked into pink patent leather ballet boots with eight-inch heels that forced her toes forever en pointe.
The panties, if she wore them at all, were not even close to being covered by an extremely short, sheer tutu made from layer upon layer of extremely fine pink vlatex. Often Nicola and Marie would make the dance dolls perform minus their conservatively cut rubber panties to give viewers a wonderful show of glistening pink rubber-dipped pussies.
During the Jacqueline dolls non-dance times, an upper body harness and corset forced her into an arched posture, a matching spreader bar forcing her legs into a constant 2nd position. She was often collared to the practice bar in Maries private dance studio where the new, talented ballerina could gloat over her as she went through her routines.
-- Black sheathed Rubbertoy loses sight of her future
Rubbertoy was woken rudely from her seemingly neverending waves of murmuring programming. Darkness and paralysis fled as her vision returned, flooding her brain with initially painful activity. It was a crisp black and white television picture, zooming silently towards an armless and legless black rubberised torso that was strapped face-down in the centre of a large rubber sheeted bed. It was filming her own body!
What had they done to her? Her pretty legs and slender arms were long gone. The camera zoomed in further to the back of its shiny, smooth vlatex neck and Rubbertoy could see four small connections identified in tiny white rubber lettering. "Air", "Audio-out", "Audio-in" and "Video-in". Only the air and video sockets had plugs in them, explaining her total lack of sound. As she watched, a latex-gloved hand appeared in the frame and pulled the plug from the video socket, returning her vision to darkness again. She felt a little pushing at the back of her neck and could not know that all sockets other than her air valve and sound had just been vlatexed over permanently.
-- The dancers finish a concert.
On stage in the concert hall, Marie accepted the flowers to a standing ovation just as Nicola had done. She smiled broadly. Not just because she had given yet another best performance of her life, but also because her ex-overstudy, to whom she owed her good fortune, was sitting obediently in her bedroom waiting for her to come home. Jacqueline was sitting obediently, trapped in a humiliating rubber doll body, ready to do anything her mistress asked that night when she returned home.
-- Eccles and Krystal buy Rubbatoy.
Lord Eccles and Lady Krystal examined their captive minutely. The torso knew that its mouth had been modified heavily but was not privy to exact details. Her owners had re-formed her mouth as a set of vertical pussy lips, installing plushy, velvety pads of slippery pink vlatex where her teeth, gums and inner cheeks had been, a pink gash in the lower half of her otherwise featureless shiny black face. Her tongue had been reformed in the same material and by pushing hard, Rubbertoy could just squeeze it through her new fattened perpendicular opening. Her pretty nose was gone, replaced by the protruding, shiny nub of the rubberized clitoris that was part of her mouth pussy.
Krystal was imaginative. Every day or two she made further changes to Rebecca, soon stretching the limits of what could be called human. Rebecca wished her neverending modification would stop but her daily mental audio programming that Krystal subjected her to forced enjoyment of the entire process. Utterly without speech, Rubbatoy slid her new fat elongated tongue across the slick walls of her warmly soft inner cavity, feeling it float on the copious lubricant she now produced instead of saliva. She swallowed another mouthful of her own pussy juice, savouring the tart flavour as it coated the length of her invitingly padded throat ready for her hourly sperm feed.
Krystal had a baby pink colour scheme for her toys, and added a softly coloured zipper from the girls chin up to a latch through the new clit where Rubbatoys nose had been, adding two rows of matching pastel vlatex frills to hide it from both sides. The contrast of pink purity and jet black looked magnificent, especially when the subject had so many overstated body modifications. The couple flipped their pet face up, over onto its back and examined the huge breasts that had kept the creature so well elevated on its front. The endless black curves of the breasts were topped by the same cute pink rubber zipper frills as her oral opening had been given. No nipples were evident until Krystal undid one of the zips. A turgid black vlatex teat as long as a thumb sprang forth, itself pierced with a pretty pink vlatex bow that dangled from it.
Krystal added pink frills completely around the base of Rubbertoys huge black breasts, squeezing in a tight heart shape as if the pet wore an open breasted costume. But the pet wore no clothing at all - these were additions to her own vlatex skin.
Useless vestiges of Rubbatoys arms and legs could still be seen but they resembled none of the original limbs. They were part of her torso, designed to keep her in total, inescapable bondage. Her arms had been thinned into stretchy, comfortable shoulder straps and her legs joined into a flat waist strap. She could be turned into a vlatex backpack, to be carried strapped tightly to Krystals sturdy back! The couple took her on long treks in the forest, using her as a comfortable sex toy in their tent at night. A tiny compressed air cylinder served as a travelling dildo between her legs, giving the human backpack the life-source she needed to survive..
Rubbertoys frilly, rubberised head was usually kept sealed beneath four thick, ultra-tight layers of vlatex as they hiked, the inner being soft pink, the next black, then pink and lastly black again. All of her facial curves were still faintly identifiable due to the tightness of the cladding, but to all observers her head was a glossy black ball.
During the quiet evenings in the tent the toy became most useful. At the touch of a remote control held on Krystals key ring, Rubbatoys mouth pussy could be completely internally sealed off with solid vlatex, her lips and tongue re-formed into a long rubber dildo designed to please her mistress or any of Krystals female hiking friends. The face dildo was as sensitive as her tongue, a long black shaft with a glossy pink head on it that protruded from the rippling pastel frills where her mouth had once been. She could feel everything with the humiliating tool, using it for penetration of either of a womans openings and also for simultaneous clitoral stimulation using tiny rubber suction lips near the base. Her vocal chords had been retained, but not for speech. They remained solely for the purpose of massaging Eccless cock when she was back in fellatio mode.
Krystals catsuit had a hood attachment she could connect at the groin, levelled with her pussy and designed to keep a captive in sixty-nine rotation as it ate out her sex for the entire night.
As they hiked during the day, Rubbatoy was strapped tightly to Krystals shoulders, carried back to back with the dominant mistress. Without vision she could not possibly know what all the walking was for. Krystal plugged a sound cube into the audio input of her feminine backpack and switched the cube into Play. The hapless luggage quivered in fear as she realised she was due for a whole day of programming as her owners walked and relaxed.
At the sound of her initialisation tone, Rubbatoy sank into a slight trance as she helplessly accepted her next series of mental changes. She shuddered in a little orgasm as she had been trained to do when the sounds flooded in.
I love eating pussy she heard in her own voice. I need cock...I am a pussy slut. Yes, I am she agreed. Her pussy mouth began working on an imaginary cock, training her to be a good blowjob doll, unwittingly squeezing lubricant into her inner hood.
Krystal smiled as she felt her human luggage shudder and wriggle with futility from its anchored position on her back. It would come many times that day, much to the delight of walkers behind as they watched its lubricant flow harmlessly down over Krystals buttocks and legs Krystals waterproof white vlatex hiking catsuit was impervious to all liquid and also conveniently protected her from sharp branches.
As Rubbatoy lay inside his sleeping bag, lapping expertly on his throat-filling cock, Eccles marvelled at the compact design and additions his beautiful wife had given the unit. The programming tape must have been a good one, for its hood layers had been filled to bursting point with litres of pussy juice. The juices were a bittersweet fluid that would be poured into the mouth of one of the other sparkling white rubber toilet slaves that always accompanied such treks.
-- Zorelle demonstrates super breath control on Linda
Linda could feel the zip being slowly pulled up the back to her neck. With a jerk it was zipped to the top of the hood. She inhaled sharply and sucked the rubber against her already rubber bound head. Desperately she sucked for air and only pulled the rubber closer. Panicking, she dimly heard the sound of Zorelles laughter.
"Yes slave I control you entirely with rubber - even your breathing is under my power to permit or deny it. Here, have a little air." Laughed Zorelle, exhaling stale air into the hood, making Linda struggle even more.
As she started backing out, Linda felt a touch at the back of her double hooded head and some air entered the space, making it balloon in and out with her gasping.
"I find that restrictive breathing has an interesting effect on my victims, particularly if the session is for an extended time, say six months. I will cut it off entirely for short periods to remind you of your situation and because I find it exciting to have that much control."
Supergrrl could just hear the voice through her sounds of her strained breathing and the layers of rubber. Suddenly she was gasping for breath again. Just as she began to suffocate, air came in. This restriction was repeated several times accompanied by blows from the whip until Linda became lightheaded, the sensation of the tight enveloping rubber heightening her sexual tension. Her pussy grew moist in its double rubber slippery confinement
-- Krystal alters Eccles and makes yet another snaketoy
A big breasted and rubberized Lord Eccles looked down at his vlatex toy juddering helplessly in baby pink beneath him as they lay coupled in the centre of their huge black PVC sheeted bed. Krystal had learned enough magic to alter her husband on the evenings she wanted a prettier lover, changing him back to normal before he left for the office the following morning...if she chose to do so. Lord Eccles did not mind at all, for she had also created a Toy for him to play with using the torso of their permanently kidnapped girlfriend as the raw material.
The limbless female snakewoman been their prized possession for two months and they adored every overstated glossy curve of her, modifying her to ever more pleasurable and helpless formats each day. They had quickly tired of the pleading, lubricant-garbled entreaties eminating from the fat mouthlike pussy lips at what used to be her groin. They had moved her mouth to between her legs.
Eccles and Krystal took to making the toy wear a pure white ballgag-chastity snug in its lower sexmouth when it was not filled by Eccles monstrous rubber cock. But they soon found the gag buckles too cumbersome and instead installed a vertical silver pussy-zipper in the outer labial lips. A dangling ring-pull could be closed upwards to clip to the base of a pierced and permanently erect clitty-tongue that protruded a full thumb length in size from her exposed slit. Lord Eccles often slept with the Toys oversized clit in his mouth, forced by Krystals constant mental conditioning through spells to suckle like a baby. At this time however, the ultra-feminized Eccles wanted oral servicing so he slid the zipper down its track. Pleab returb meb to huban forb..peebl muuzt bmisss bme.Ooo Godb no! was the brief garbled message before Eccles delicate white rubber paw sank to the wrist in the warm, lubricated mouth sex. The human vlatex snake writhed in hopeless pleasure as she was fist fucked lovingly by her delicately shaped tormentor. The pink-sheathed doll felt her lower opening constrict as her modified body automatically responded to the invader. A totally hairless and fully rubberised Krystal entered the room on her towering heel-feet wearing nothing but her glossy crimson rubber skin adorned with a glistening metallic white pussy between her legs.
She had made sure that Eccles new pure white vlatex busty form was always smaller than her own although as an afterthought she had made the breasts on her hermaphrodite- Lord much too large for his petite size. Krystal straddled the obscene dildo face of her very own living vibrator toy, clit-to chin, and carefully guided the bulbous-headed tool into her body, lowering her rubber pussy to the hilt as she watched Eccles fist fuck the helplessly presented nether regions of the toy. Finally rubber met rubber and a baby pink, tongue-like flap slid out, enveloping her white rubber clitoris, nubbing it gently as the shaft began to pulsate.
With a soft rubbery squeak Krystal lifted the massive and deliberately disabling pastel pink breasts of her vlatex snake girl in the circle of her arms - and in doing so lost sight of her husband because of their sheer girth. She hugged the tits against her warm rubber body and snuggled against the perfect, rounded flesh, suckling first one nipple then the other as she came. They would never return the new rubber toy to the wild.
-- Zorelle takes over Plastiskin Research
Zorelle, Queen of the kingdom and new exclusive owner of the Plastiskin Research Company, gloated over the helpless creature who had once been the chief executive officer of the corporation. She would use the results of the research for world domination. To her surprise, all information at the company had been easily accessible so she no longer needed her human insurance policy in a returnable form. Indeed she soon had to make sure one time executive Chantelle was completely neutralised, unable to communicate in any way shape or form.
Chantelle shuddered in release as her two charges and ex- partners fed obediently from her huge presented teats. Her polished rubber skin had been recently turned to a resplendent deep royal blue with gold trimmings and she had been given many further devastating changes. She had huge, golden rubber lashed eyes which could be sealed to vanish as if they never existed in the first place, leaving perfect, blind smoothness behind at a single voice command. Apart from her gorgeous, heavy eyelashes her head had no detail or openings at all, just smooth feminine curves of dark vlatex. She had no ears, nose or mouth although she was sure she still retained eardrums, tongue and vocal chords somewhere beneath the surface even if they did not work very well compressed by the rubber. Little did she know Zorelle would soon have them completely removed!
Chantelle laboured to breathe through a tiny hidden valve on her armless right shoulder, currently attached to a tank that read almost empty and she hoped, as she did this time every day that Zorelle would remember to change it. She was totally dependent on the tank because without a specially keyed connector tube squeezing the valve in her taut shoulder open she could not breathe at all. She would surely perish without the tube in her shoulder.
Chantelles single high heeled, booted foot had been arched longer into a tiny toed ballet boot with no heel, paving the way for the next enveloping addition:
Her body was dressed in a vlatex eye-to-toe single boot corset that quickly became her new vlatex skin. The open bosomed and open shouldered garment with the tall, narrow collar held her utterly rigid due to continuous internal boning and had aesthetic laces tightened up the rear to the maximum to ensure total reduction to a juddering rubberised slave. The laces ran from the sole of her merged foot to just below the bee- stung kissing lips of her anal mouth, and started again just above that orifice at her coccyx, up the small of her back to end at the top of her neck. As it had always remained, her head was still amorphously smooth with the exception of her huge frightened animal eyes that were golden oases in a deep blue desert.
The corsetry now in her body could never be removed without plastiskin DNA keylock technology, and if one had seen the bizarre sex creature before and after the costume had made the transition from clothing to plastiskin, the only net visible difference would be seemingly the addition of golden laces and eyelets down the back of her night-sky coloured skin. Using force-fed growth hormones, Chantelles tits had been augmented yet again and had had permanently erect golden vlatex dick nipples added to them. Feeding the terribly modified Randy and Penny toys was her only task and Zorelle had made sure she was perfect for it.
The real lips of her mouth had been fattened into golden vlatex cushions and relocated lower on her body to petal horizontally her new anal sex mouth that she fed from, the only feature on the rear smooth curve of her single merged buttock. Muscle programming ensured the velvety lips would suck hungrily on anything placed between them.
Often Zorelle would force the feminised Randy to slide his/her massive cock into Chantelles helplessly presented butt cheek feeder, Randys juddering boobs sliding frictionlessly over Chantelles taut back. Chantelle could do nothing other than give Randy a wonderful, toothless and well padded blowjob that ended in a mighty clean, salty spurt that the poor recipient tasted first and then drank, the fluids used for her sustenance. Whether she was giving head or feeding it always felt to the highly sensitised corset fixture that she was being exquisitely fucked.
The former executive was very close to being an appliance in Zorelles castle. Chantelle had convenient golden D rings made from unbreakable loops of vlatex fabric installed at the sides of her shoulders, her hips and her heel for anchoring as required but instead of using them she had been strapped in her current location for a long time.
She lay in the centre of a King sized white patent leather bed, face up, legs together, forced to look at her trapped self day and night in the ceiling mirror. She was buckled to the glossy mattress by wide straps of the same soft patent leather, one around her throat, another squeezing her little narrow waist and another around her ankles.
She could not move at all and was at all times ready for the rubberised Randy and Penny creatures, previously her executive friends, who would feed lustily from her body all night. A hidden vibrating shaft protruded from the mattress beneath her, spearing neatly into her butt mouth. Every time the matressed male owner of the shaft was force fed nutrients through its hidden feeding tubes, Chantelle-toy would be nourished by the spurt of semen produced as she jacked the living matress off yet again.
Zorelle had also dressed her from toe to chin in a shiny clear vlatex hobble dress with a high tight collar and little holes through which her nipples poked for feeding. It had feminine pink frills at the collar and a little pink patent leather frilled skirt from her ankle to her toe. A humiliating picture in the mirror all day that Chantelle despised. It was so different from her conservative office suit.
Zorelle had ultimate plans to have her featureless-headed Chantelle de-muscled and de-boned, leaving her rubberised sexual nerves intact and literally turning her into a real doll. Such a neat conversion would produce a woman-shaped vlatex bladder from the neck down that could be draped helplessly on a bed, then inflated to create a living blow-up sex doll. Her shiny black vlatex head would be the only constant during the procedure as tubes filled a freshly installed anal valve with water or air. Of course the doll would still feel everything done to it.
--
Maliias form had been changed much during her months with Lord Eccles and Krystal. She was a vlatex zipper baby, with the unblemished features of a childs doll.
She was perfect for the role, struggling prettily against her terribly tight little frilly mittens and booties that she had no hope of removing for they were fused to her body. Her enlarged tits had been made too big, out of proportion with her petite rubberised frame. Their size was a form of bondage in itself, disabling any sense of balance she had learned during her forgotten sporting career.
Both Lord Eccles and Krystal would breastfeed from her many times a day while she was strapped in her humiliating latex pram like a real baby. She was forced to feed on real sperm in a baby's bottle, unable to help herself enjoying every drop, begging for more as her mind was progressively altered. The threaded bows looked cute on her nipples and passers by often stopped and commented on her fetching body additions on her daily trip to the local store.
Krystal stretched Maliias teats every day, making them grow longer than a finger length, fatter than a cows udder. She loved her pet and dutifully added more piercings and rings as Babys nipples got longer....she looked very pretty. The rings were of course thick and heavy, welded closed through her rubber coated skin which was all slippery rubber from head to toe. Krystal would rub her little juddering baby down with silicone spray and lubricant until she glistened all over, paying particular attention to her little shrouded clitoris.
The couple eyeleted her new huge cocksucking fattened lips so her face could be laced or even ringed closed if they wished. Her lips could be sealed closed around her Masters cock, her mouth a soft warm, padded hole with soft rubber pads where teeth used to be. One larger vertical golden ring threaded her rubberized fat lower lip so her owners could leash her easily. Maliias tongue was ringed vertically all around the tip with twenty sterile rings that could be clipped to the rings on her lips if punishment was in order. Seven heavy studs kept her tongue lolling and made talking impossible, reducing the couples plaything to babytalk. Krystal had the idea of reprogramming their baby to speak only babytalk anyway. A slut does not need to make intelligent conversation, she said with a laugh. She ordered it done to their pleading sex toy and soon the rubber baby was dribbling away to her surprise in meaningless goohs and gahs.
The couple had zippered Maliias pussy closed with a large, obvious, O-shaped catch on the zip itself. Beneath that they had ringed her inner labia with tinkling metal circlets and pierced her outer labia with a VERY heavy golden ring with their mark on it to prove ownership. Her doggy leash was connected to that large ring most times. Thy slid a large, irreversible ring through the wall between her anus and vagina. She had been turned into a little pierced rubber slut.
Maliias total rubber skin and frilly dress-suit prevented her ever leaving the care of her owners, for she would never be able to dress or undress herself with puffy baby mitt hands, especially when her owners slid straps through the D rings at the tips of her fingers and toes to keep her on her frilly pink vlatex bed at night. Lord Eccles gave Maliia to Krystal as a present, and, being a jealous dame, Mistress Krystal decided that the girl should be changed into a totally controlled rubber piercing toy forever. She kept her babified pet laced into a glossy white patent leather neck to knee corset, with her jingling belled nipples poking out through the huge bra cups of the garment.
-- Lord Moriaty gets a Supergrrl Suit
Lord Moriaty was worried. The two special agents he had sent to eliminate Zorelle a month ago never returned from their mission. Perhaps they had left the country, he tried to reassure himself.
The very next day a courier deliverd a package to him. Fearful of it being a trap he had one of his staff open it for him. It turned out to be simply a rubber costume sample from one of the many vlatex outfit companies now in existence. He lifted the warm material from its box and examined the amazingly crafted catsuit as it lay spread on the bed.
It was a catsuit of Supergrrl. The wearer would look exactly like her with it on. This rear-zipped costume had a dildo extending from the groin, and putting his fingers inside the suit, her could feel that the shaft was hollow. The face of the costume was almost perfect, except for a pair of vertical pussy lips where the mouth ought to be - a common sight on slave dollies these days. Turning the rippling heavy suit inside out to examine where the doldo was joined, he saw that a pair of fat red vlatex lips, oversized and lifelike, guarding the entrance to the penis sheath.
He was tempted to wear the costume, but after hearing what could be developed in plastiskin when worn completely, and what had happened to some victims, he didnt dare try on the unverified costume. He slid his finger between the fat lips and into the warm silky vlatex interior.seemed safe enoughhe slid his just penis into the sheath and it began gently caressing him. It was fantastic! A suit, giving him head!
He lay back on the bed, making sure the resst of the suit stayed away from his body, and let it milk him to orgassm, falling quickly asleep afterwards as he normally did after sex. Waking later, her stretched and found it a little more difficult than usual. He was in the suit! He was wearing Supergrrl.
-- Zorelle gets a Supergrrl Slave
Zorelle watched her newest Supergrrl slave grind her ass pussy down onto one of the two frilled pink rubber footstools on the floor, each with a pink dildo protruding up the centre. The matching square footrests were the two agents Moriaty had sent to kill her. Zorelle had taken four of Moriatys Rubbermaids and one man to make the tiny footrests there were eight identical breasts in a square surrounding the hard vlatex penis. A vertical pussy slashed the centre of each side of the footrest. No eyes or other features were evident, nor were any limbs. She had blended all the helpless souls into two jiggling units of furniture, glittering in the soft light, occasionally quivering slightly before spurting white jism over the rubber teats if left unattended.
The supergrrl doll bent forwards happily and slid her mouth pussy onto the other footrest shaft. She played with her Super-tits which had long ago blended with her once-male body. She could feel the suction on her only remaining maleness as another huge load of sperm disappearred into a non-existent gullet. The doll was comprised of two sentinent beings, Lord Moriaty, helplessly programmed on the inside and Linda Danvers on the outside, blended into one rubbery creature. As a suit, all Linda could do was milk and swallow, milk and swallow. She did not know where the sperm went either, but could tell that with each mouthful, the breasts of her costume body grew bigger, pussy lips fatter and tighter...
-- Stupid Samantha
In the early years, before Zorelles revolution, Samantha had been a powerful head sorceress. Zorelle chose the smart lady as a guinea pig on whom to test her newly acquired mind control powers. The first thing Samantha noticed was that her spells either did not work or went awry. A spell she cast to dress herself in her work suit took four goes to get right thing, and even then the suit was made of a canary yellow patent leather material. Something was going on. She would lose her train of thought easily. Within days she had sunk from her usual sharp witted self to a cattle-like idiocy...she knew her intelligence was being swept away but had too little IQ remaining to do anything at all about it. By the end of the week Zorelle had her successful experiment living with her in her city hideaway.
-- Joe and Sabine battle it out
Joe was a successful scientist, but his trophy wife Sabine had turned out to be a cruel one, a total opposite to his good nature. As a close friend of Zorelle, Sabine had access to the most powerful spells even in the early days of Zorelles reign. Sabine performed many body modifications on the female rubberslaves she had quickly collected and kept a team of white vinylised nurses to perform her alterations. One morning, soon after Zorelle seized power, the scientist woke up in the body of a big breasted bimbo with a new female name, Jo. Sabine had changed him too.
Jo knew her punishment would not end there. Despite being trapped in the body of a horny young bombshell, Jo still had full use of a very scientific brain. She secretly built an electronic device that gave her control over the weak willed slaves of the villa by recording and playing back Sabines voice in different sequences. Gradually, after months of sneaky activity whilst her Mistress was away from the house, Jo convinced the slave nurses to do her bidding - only they knew what was planned. The barbie-doll proportioned girl trembled with feminine delight at the thought of revenge while she fingered her pussy. Sabine forced Jo to wear a restrictive skintight pink rubber sheath dress all the time now and she would be glad to see the end of it.
The slaves were primed so that the next order Sabine gave to modify Jo-slut would actually be performed on herself, not Jo.
A few nights later, after a series of strange nightmares, Jo awoke in bed, feeling that something had gone terribly wrong with her plan. A look in the mirror above the rubber sheeted bed showed that somehow Sabine had switched bodies with her feminized wife/husband. Jo was now in Sabines body - or what was left of it.
The head nurse, the only one allowed to retain a voice box, adjusted her long white plastic sheath dress and addressed the patient.
"Actually, we had to do to you what Mistress Jos request stated, Mistress Sabine....to the letter. Complete and irreversible cessation of all sexual nerve endings, permanently. The smooth skin where your clit was would be pretty sore if you could still feel it. While the team was in there, I had them remove your reproductive organs and seal your pussy smooth for good measure....although youll find we left a tiny rubber tube to urinate through in your vlatex sealant that covers you like a pair of hotpants. In case youre wondering why your breasts feel so numb, your nipples were removed and will soon hang from your ears, tastefully stuffed as pretty leather earrings. The nurse pulled the sheet down to display a pair of smooth orbs. They were Sabines breasts, minus any hint of nipples.
Quite attractive, are they not? Not very functional for suckling like you used to have us do! Dont bother trying to talk Mistress - your vocal chords are gone too, along with every one of your perfect teeth. Your lips now have a unique plastic zipper that is currently padlocked shut....you cant even lick your lips unless someone lets you. We spent a lot of time in your mouth, as youll find out.
Secretly, Nurse wondered why she had wasted her time on all the oral changes, since most of them would be hidden beneath the rubber gear Mistress Sabine was scheduled to be covered in most of the time. Still, orders from a mistress must always be obeyed, she thought to herself obediently.
We were just going to cut your tongue out and sew that fat kisser of yours shut. It would have been easier to seal it up and leave you a little tube to eat liquids with but you are going to need to earn your keep now, Mistress, erm.Slave, and thats difficult enough without arms. Oh! Didnt I mention that? Oh well, you would have seen when we held the mirror up anyway. Youll end up being a bit of a connoisseur of semen in a few months time - thats all youll ever get to eat from now on.
Nurse pulled the new Sabine to her feet and over to a mirror. She undid the plastic zip sealing the girls oversized but otherwise normal looking mouth. The traumatically modified Sabine watched in horror as her ruby lips were pushed aside by her tongue which extended four inches from her face! Apart from the bizarre length and new muscles she had to learn to control, her licker looked normal enough. With unaccustomed difficulty she parted her lips to reveal her tongue was squeezed out through a pair of vertical pussy lips. In her mouth!
Aesthetic too, I am afraid noted the Nurse. You will find that you can pulse them to ensure a tight vaginal sensation to your user, but you will not actually feel anything yourself.
The nurse lifted a full length, black rubber suit into the air, its life tubes dangling on the floor. This will be your uniform. Unless it is removed somehow after we seal you in, nobody will suspect that you are not excited at all about having a sexy cock in your mouth. My new mistress Jo has ordered me to call you Sabine-jo now. Here Sabine-jo, let us get you into it properly.
Forcing the new Sabine-jo into the costume was surprisingly easy. Nurse was not sure if it was the prisoners lack of arms or overall weakness that made her job simple, but it was not long before she was gliding the zipper up the last distance from the neck to the top of the head of the jet black patient. She had to push her knee into the back in order to get the leverage she needed for the skintight costume, but the zipper slid home at last.
She flipped the creation on its back to admire her handiwork. Sabine-jos face had been completely hidden behind a thick membrane of vlatex and a set of black rubber pussy lips were wedged between her toothless gums and vaginal lips, integrated with the glossy fabric of the suit to keep her jaw stretched wide and her soft, warm throat accessable. The seamless skinsuit had been made to measure, without sleeves, fitting her new body perfectly to the tips of her toes. Nurse ran her plastic sheathed fingers over Sabine-jos large tits, the perfect spherical orbs slightly flattened by the tight black rubber that caressed them.
Trapped inside the rubber suited Sabine-jo, the real Joe tried to scream through the missing voice box and the mouth filling surrogate pussy. His wife had forcibly turned him into a female eunuch yet given him torture in the role of a fuck doll, all the work without the pleasure.
The black rubber fit snug against the flat crotch of the curvy eunuch, leaving the false assumption of openings tightly plugged with dildos. Realizing how wet she had become just thinking about how Sabine-jo felt now, the nurse undressed and slid into her regulation white plastic sleeping catsuit, leaving her gold crotch buckle undone. She turned out the light and climbed into the bed with poor, numb and terribly sexy Sabine-jo. She pulled the rubber sheet over to cover the two of them and caressed the shuddering doll, pushing two fingers between her legs to masturbate the night away.
-- Samantha becomes Bambi
After the revolution, Samantha lived in the castle with her mistress, unrecognisable to any of her former friends. Huge DD breasts squashed against the cups of the clear plastic corset she wore around her insanely narrow waist as she minced around the castle now on her six inch heels of her clear plastic hip boots. Her tendons had been shortened, making it impossible to ever walk again without the highest of heels. Her black hair was now permanently blonde, and her previously short tempered demeanor was replaced by a brilliant pouty smile from her hugely fattened lips that made it difficult to talk.
Zorelle delicately rearranged Samanthas mind, changing her name to Bambi and relocating the real Samantha to a section of the brain where she could only observe her new self. Bambi smiled brightly - she was incapable of thinking clearly anymore and it suited her to be that way. If fact, over the next few days her words would graduate from just two syllables to one. She was already speaking about herself in the third person. Bambi need cum!
Zorelle made sure that her Bambi knew how to think like she did when it came to punishment.
Good Bambi, because from now on cum is going to be your very favorite thing in the world to eat! You love that taste, that consistency more than any other food, and you'll crave it often. You won't be able to get enough cum. And guess what, Bambi doll? As good as you think cum tastes today, by this time next week, all cum, both male and female will taste ten times better."
"YES ... I LOVE CUM ... UNGH ... FUCK MY MOUTH... I LOVE TO EAT IT BECAUSE IT'S SO DELICIOUS ... OH GOD, I'M CUMMING SO GOOD ... SPERM IS SALTY-SWEET AND CREAMY ... FUCK ... AND SMOOTH ... UNGH ...AND WONDERFUL."
"Please give Bambi some cum, Mistress. Bambi want cum so bad ... Ungh ... Mistress making Bambi cum so good! Bambi do anything you want ... unh ... unh ... please make cum in Bambis new slutty mouth ... let Bambi drink your nectar. Use Bambis mouth to make your pussy feel real good.
Zorelle motioned for Bambi to approach her, stripping off her her heavy latex dress completely to expose her rampant Vixen manhood, the tool stolen from her former lover.
Oooh, Zorelles cock is so sweet and full of cum for Bambi. Shoot your cum down my fucking throat.".
Zorelle obliged.
"Thank you so much, Mistress. You gave Bambi her favorite treat. Suddenly her words caught up to her brain and a concerned expression came over her face. H...help me gasped Samantha briefly before her persona of Bambi took over easily again.
-- Statue corner gets a new maid
A maid appeared to clean up the mess, clumsily knocking into Zorelle as she did so. It was really Zorelles fault, for she had stood to her feet at the wrong moment, but the rubbermaid was stripped naked anyhow. Vlatex ballet boots were epoxied to the floor in the statue corner, and the girls feet were laced into them. Magic spread her arms straight out at her side and a set of spray nozzles began, coating her until she was entirely black, an ebony rubber statue from the toes up, still able to wriggling.
The maid was dressed again in a longer version of her original costume, a full black and white rubber maids dress of the formal style. Her arms were laced into a matching binder, for she would have no cleaning to do at all as a statue, her neck circled with a bright golden stasis collar. It seemed strange to see a black rubber statue wearing a maids dress yet not actually bustling about the castle. Not that she didnt try.
-- Zorelle wants a baby
Zorelle neede an heir to the throne, and came up with a unique solution for breeding the best child.
The original Supergrrl was retrieved and restored to her Kryptonite sapped form. The queen wanted no duplicates this time. Captive Linda was dressed in a freedom deprivation suit often used for breeding experiments. It was a head to toe catsuit made from a clear, extra heavy guage latex. Once it was sealed up the back, the glistening golden suit of transparent material was completely airtight and had just one opening: a stubby little pipe connection protruding from her pussy. Perspex lenses covered her eyes, which could be switched from opaque to clear as desired - usually completely black and impervious to even x-ray vision.
A heavy chain was connected to the holding ring at the top of Supergrrls enveloped head and winched up until she was on her knees on the padded rubber floor, no doubt padded with some of Zorelles other victims. The Princesss hands we enclosed in the polished mitts of the suit, blending her fingers into useless pads and reducing her ability to grasp anything to zero.
Running her flat palms over her hips in frustration, Linda felt them slide all over as if her outer skin was totally frictionless. And so it was - her entire latex enclosed body had been sprayed with silicone spray lubricant and she knelt in a little pool of it. Supergrrl could not even close her weakened legs properly - they kept sliding humilatingly apart thanks to thin rubber bands pulling her knees wide.
The captured princess felt some activity at her groin and her mouth and soon afterwards the blackness coating her eyes faded to transparency.
She looked down and saw a clear perspex tube had been joined to the socket between her legs, the socket that held her pussy lips splayed wide no matter how she wriggled. By following it along as far as her chained head would allow her to see she found it terminating at the massive Vixen penis between Zorelles legs.
Another identical tube had been connected to her mouth, and also fastened using a splitter junction to Zorelles tool.
In true style, Zorelle was wearing a living rubber catsuit girl in resplendent purple. The girls mouth and face were newly relocated at the queens hips - her shiny purple lips and throat giving a continual headjob to the base of the long shaft. A connector at the end of Zorelles member sealed the perspex tube to the tip of the monstrous shaft. Supergrrl was going to be fertilized.
Linda tried to grip the plastic tube but it was an exercise in futility for her useless glossy paddle hands. She could only look on while rubber slave girls pleasured their queen with their mouths and hands. Zorelle had a toy suckling from each nipple, and even one beneath her dress with dual dildo tongues in the royal pussy and anus respectively. Orgasm was inevitable.
Suddenly Zorelle stiffened. A great jet of cum burst from the Zorelle's throbbing cockhead, flying down the transparent tube as if a dam had burst. The sticky white fluid shot halfway down the tube without even slowing down, spraying the inner walls of the transparent tube white as Zorelle literally exploded with semen. Snorting and panting, she squirted a huge continuous spray that was unlike anything the onlookers had seen before.
With her body totally enveloped and chaned by a holding ring to the top of her head, Linda was able to see everything coming down the tube at her. It was a riverflow of magical sperm, a neverending stream. Zorelles huge penis pumped the tube full of semen under incredible pressure, filling her entire body to the brim and then forcing it in violent spray into the rest of the suit, even via Lindas nostrils.
The all-enclosing clear latex sheath filled with more and more creamy semen until she had disappeared from view inside a tautly stretched milky white ball. She was pregnant, but Zorelle wanted to make sure so she left Supergrrl suspended in the sticky gooball for two days.
Finally, with a minor, messy explosion, pregnant Linda was released from her taut impregnation suit and cleaned up. She was put into a clear green rubber baby doll nightie and joined Zorelle in her bed chamber for some serious vagina stretching in the traditional manner.
-- The pregnant princess starts to show
As soon as the breeding heroine started to show signs of the baby, Zorelle made her into a pussy-less pregnant doll, leaving no opening in the shiny black rubber for a baby to exit.
Using her magic, Zorelle forced Supergrrl to stay pregnant for twenty four months instead of the customary nine. The poor girl had been turned into a very pregnant ebony rubber doll, a smooth polished surface between her legs where her pussy had once been. The silent doll often pointed frantically to the smooth spot between its legs as it clutched its rippling, distended belly as though in pain. Its dolly face, which was moulded into a permanent pouty smile, contradicted these gestures, for it could never be made to frown or change expression from that of contented happiness.
The moment Lindas baby was allowed to be born, Supergrrl hoped she would be released from that awful pressure but it was not to be so. Zorelle cast again and the vlatex was suddenly pulled into her wide, slack pussy as if there was an invisible string pulling it in. She could feel it coating her insides where the baby had been, but also further into her body cavities, including her bladder. Doll Linda watched as her vagina again smoothed over in a polished unbroken curve from one inner thigh to another. A valve protruded from her crotch which Zorelle used to pump her full of helium until she looked and felt pregnant again. Her sex was a smooth swipe of latex, apart from the thin, rubber capped metal valve that protruded from its middle.
-- baby Xanthe grows up
Trapped as the pregnant rubber doll, Supergrrl was forced to watch her baby daughter Xanthe grow into a woman. Xanthe was taught in the dark arts and grew to be more vindictive than Zorelle had ever been.
Tutors feared instructing the feisty seventeen year old. Her young mathematics teacher, Miss Wilkins, spent her time between lessons turned into a latex imitation of a private girls school uniform, which Xanthe wore around the castle until her next lesson. During the night while her clothing body was draped over a chair or while she was stretched over her hanger in the closet, the rubber pinafore that was Miss Wilkins had plenty of time plan her next lesson and reminisce about the days when she hadnt been trapped in this awful dress spell. When the lesson time arrived, Xanthe would allow her to teach in some way, often testing her by making her a living, talking blow up sex doll for the duration class, or making her teach wearing the severest of corset suits or bondage gear.
At least she sometimes returned to her original form during her class - much better than Doctor Leonard Smith, the history tutor had fared. He had simply disappeared during his class, about the same time as Xanthe produced a beautiful white vlatex wedding gown that she announced she would be wearing to the prom. There was no doubt what had happened. The billowing, filmy garment sometimes hung beside Miss Wilkins in the closet and rustled to itself ever so slightly as if poor Leonard was trying to escape the frilly rubber confines of his new physical form.
-- Xanthe turns eighteen
Xanthe was a vain woman and disliked her mother the Queen a great deal, jealous of her power. On the day of her eighteenth birthday, Xanthe looked again at the pregnant- looking rubber maid doll that had been serving her obediently all her life. She wondered about it. Why did her mother make her promise to leave it alone? Her curiosity got the better of her and she briefly ungagged the creature.
I am your real mother came the sobbed message from Supergrrl help me!
Xanthe quickly re-gagged the glistening black and white rubber statue. Was it telling the truth? Why did Zorelle always evade those questions?
-- Linda in her cabinet
Linda duplicate number Forty Three, the recent amputee doll, hung in her glass cabinet looking at her black rubber reflection in the glass. Her cabinet was a wide one, and the little mounting hook that was now a feature of the base of her polished head, coupled with gravity, ensured that she remained locked in position on her display rail. Beside her in the cabinet hung what appeared to be some very long black gloves and a pair of endless boots that ought to reach from hip to toe. A closer inspection revealed that they were in fact her own disembodied arms and legs, dipped in glistening latex and placed on display with her. They hung tantalizingly close but may as well have been a million miles away for all she could do about it. Her once useful shoulders were now smoothed into curves by layers of skintight rubber coating, and her ass cheeks never seemed to end as they flowed in a legless, unbroken curve around to the pussy that hung exposed and unprotectable for all to see. Just a glass cabinet door sat between her and the world.
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This fantasy started ten years ago as a collection of short unrelated paragraphs - which is why the story may seem disjointed. The author is a very sane, kind-hearted person who does not believe anybody deserves the fantastical fates in this story. If you dont guess it by reading the text, in his fantasies he would enjoy changing places with Linda or any of her friends.
There is a plan to release Supergrrl in the end, but lots must happen in the story before that!
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....another 45% of the original story to come - it keeps growing. Anyone feel like creating a free Perils site?