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She'd fallen into the lure of Latexxia Blue's trap far too easily. Here she was, on her knees, bent over and utterly vulnerable to the punishment she could not avert. Not with the arm binder clamping her limbs solidly at her back. Or the belts locking her ankles to her thighs. She couldn't even wiggle her toes thanks to the eight inch heels the thigh high boots brought to her. And screams or pleading was out with the cowl-gag sealed over her lower head. Linda was quite literally, fucked. And in that moment, as she heard the charge of the strap on behind her, it's power cells energizing, she thought back to many orders she'd placed to the Crimson Latex Company. The orders that had no doubt resulted in the arrival of this agent. She would be soon to join their ranks. That was a certainty.
Sitting alone in the library, she picked over a selection of books that she hoped no one passing by would notice. The trashiest of romance novels geared towards those of the bisexual persuasion. Common, vanilla flavoured stories had always bored her. The forbidden allure of embracing another female had always interested her, though she had not the will to see it through. And so through these sorts of books, she could live vicariously. Free to revel in the pleasure of womanly essence, without having to ruin her social upstanding. She hated the closed-minded nature of society.
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Gloria found herself lost inwardly to the rising anguish that so often found her when she contemplated the sexual structure dictated by the world around her. She wished very much for the strength to throw aside her own chains and live the life she wanted to live. But... her job was important to her. And in a city where everyone seemed to be connected to someone else... everything could be seen or heard. No. She had to remain secretive of her desires to keep her job at the office.
A shadow passed over her as many did with patrons in the library moving to and fro. But this one lingered. Her heart leapt and she quickly traced the shadow to it's source. Cold, blue eyes stared back at her without a trace of outward emotion. A woman, dressed in a solid black coat of shimmering latex looked down upon her, gloved hands folded under her breasts. A black lipped smile framed her perfect face as her eyes fixed clearly upon the title of the novel nearest her:
Surrender At Sundown
The lady removed a stray strand of perfect black hair from her brow. It had somehow come loose from her tight ponytail.
"Lovely selection you have here deary. Perhaps you'd like to have a cup of coffee and discuss them with me sometime?"
Gloria almost choked. Who was this woman? Was she being sarcastic? Her voice sounded sincere enough, but how could she be certain? Was this perhaps a set up by her co-workers? Had they found out what kind of books she was reading? Had they... noticed that day when she wore the leather skirt to work? Noticed how she moved when she wore it, how each step was like music to her body? Of course! Why had she talked herself into wearing that thing anyway? Too many secrets to keep to herself. Too many potential leaks, and now it seemed one had sprung wide open.
The raven haired lady did not look away, even in the prolonged silence. Seeing Gloria's discomfort, she smiled broadly.
"Perhaps I was too sudden." she said with a hint of sympathy.
Gloria did not imagine that tone of voice common to this lady who was so tall and... commanding in stance. But she was thankful for the emotional offering and decided to let this play out.
"N-no, not at all." She staggered into the opening. "I'd be glad to discuss these with you. Miss... um... "
"Sixx." the lady said firmly. "Mistress Sixx."
Gloria blinked. Mistress Sixx? Was this lady serious?
Another broad smile from this Mistress Sixx. "Come now don't be too put off by the name. One must carry themself with some manner of dignity, correct?"
The question's sharpness sent Gloria reeling. "Um, y-yes, of course."
Mistress Sixx nodded slightly. "Good. I'm glad you can understand my position. So then, would you care to join me for coffee?"
"Right now?" Gloria stammered. My god this lady was straight to the point!
"What better time?" Mistress Sixx confirmed. "Judging from the suit, I'd say you just got off work and are looking to unwind anyway. I would be happy to treat you to whatever you like in exchange for mutual conversation. I'm quite the fan of some of those authors after all."
Perceptive. This lady was either perceptive OR being sent to mess with her by her co-workers. But would they go to this extent just to let her know they knew her secret sexual turn-ons? She was becoming ridiculously paranoid. Really, hiding away her true self was playing with her mind. Why shouldn't she take this lady up on her offer? It's not like she had any plans for the night. Or any actual friends.
"Alright!" She decided with a tone that sounded oddly childlike in her mind while in the presence of this black attired lady. "Let me just check out these books and we'll be on our way. Um, but was there anything you wanted to check out beforehand?"
Mistress Sixx smiled. "Oh, I've already done just that."
Gloria missed the irony of that statement in her haste to gather her books. Mistress Sixx was quick to assist, gingerly plucking half of the books up and folding them into her arms with great care. Any modesty she may have had, Gloria has forsaken in this agreement. But she had to admit, she was pleased to see the care with which this 'Sixx' handled the paperbacks. As one who was careful in the handling of her possessions, it was a good sign to see another caring for mutual interests with such tact.
As they made their way to the checkout counter, Gloria noticed that it was not simply her upper body suited in latex. The raven haired lady was also bearing skin tight, obsidian latex pants complete with knee high boots that laced up top to bottom. And the heels... how could she walk in those? They had to be at least seven, maybe eight inches! Yet the firm lady walked with ease, no doubt practiced. She stood out so wondrously next to Gloria, in her simple three piece skirt suit. The young office secretary hoped the situation didn't draw too much attention to her. It would be very easy for others to mis perceive this situation...
Gloria was checked out shortly. The librarian attending her was quite used to her choices in books and didn't so much as offer her a lewd glance, for which the young Gloria was thankful. Beside her, Mistress Sixx noted the relief apparent on her young selection's face. This one was simply adorable. And obviously holding a lot back from the world. From the way her cheeks flushed with only the slightest of gestures, it was obvious that this lass was a dam waiting to break. The Mistress was certain that she had the explosives to bring the entire wall down.
Mistress Sixx had insisted they take her car. Gloria had been reluctant, seeing the elegant, black polish of the fine import car her impromptu host drove. The all black routine was starting to freak her out just a little. But... she had already agreed hadn't she? After strapping in and being treated to some rhythmic dance music at a comfortable audio level, Gloria began to feel a little more relaxed. She had to admit, it was nice to be able to engage in conversation with someone who shared an interest in the same things she did. Even if she forced herself to enter conversation with extreme caution. She'd already gone so far as to get in a car with a stranger, so why not open up conversation? Couldn't be anymore reckless than what she'd already done.
She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off quickly therein as bindings snapped out the seat cushions, cradling her body tight and refusing movement from her. Her sense of panic was immediate, but her coming scream was not allowed as something soft and squishy was forced into her mouth. The Mistress casually finished latching the ball gag firmly into Gloria's very surprised mouth.
So many questions blazed in her mind. How did she let this happen? How could a car be fitted to do something like THIS? How could no one see what was happening if they were going down city streets in broad daylight? What was going to happen to her? She struggled against her bonds uselessly all the while and found to her dismay that the more she fought, the tighter the bindings became. Soon her breasts were embarrassingly jutting out from between straps and further movement was impossible. Her fear filled eyes glanced over at her captive, who was focusing on the road with only a smile.
"Wondering how come no one can see this?" Mistress Sixx remarked as if reading Gloria's thoughts. "Simple. Tinted windows. You probably didn't notice in the fluster with which you hopped in."
Gloria tried to speak. "Mmmmphh mmmppphhh!" was all that came.
Mistress Sixx laughed pleasantly. "Oh my dearest, I'm sure you have lots of questions and they will all be answered. In fact, what say I go ahead and make things apparent to you. I've been watching you for months. I've followed you to and from work, shadowed your every move and noticed all of your little quirks. I know all your weaknesses and the side of you that you've been hiding from the outside world all this time.
"How? It's very simple really. You ordered a number of products from my company. Crimson Latex Co.. That's right, I'm an agent from the company. You ordered a GREAT deal of products in fact, all for self use. I am one of many who keep an eye on cases like yours. Because it usually means the buyer is in serious need of relief. And after spending so much time on your case, I can more than verify that the company's suspicions were correct. You are a classic example of social class repression. I'm here to liberate you from those bindings."
Gloria blinked. It was true, she HAD in fact ordered a great deal of products from the Crimson Latex Company. Catsuits and butterfly vibrators. Dolls in the shape of females. But how... WHY would this company be keeping tabs on consumers to THIS extent? It was madness!
As if in answer to her erratic inner questions, Mistress Sixx continued.
"People such as yourself are strange cases my dear. You spend so much time creating a shell to put around yourself that you develop an entirely different inner personality. And that persona within is well suited to help others like yourself. But first you must be made to break out of those walls. I have been assigned to take them down for you. And shape you into a firm pillar of the corporation. By the end of our time together, you will be a fully realized, and willing, servant of Crimson Latex."
Gloria's mumbles of protest were futile. The Mistress only shown that sly smile of hers once more and carried on down the road, moving further away from the city with each passing minute. Helpless, strapped, and gagged, Gloria fully realized her plight. She was now officially kidnaped.
A room of utter black. The walls, the floors, and even the furniture were all glistening shapes of obsidian latex. Light came from blue tinted bulbs in the ceiling, and the only media device seemed to be speakers perched on the corners of the four walls. There were no windows to speak of. In the center of the room there was a table of polished leather with all manner of straps and buckles. Gloria knew right away where she was destined to be placed.
Mistress Sixx tugged at the leash. The collar around Gloria's frail neck urged her forwards. A nondescript, black collar that had been locked around her neck upon her arrival at this place, which the Mistress called 'The Facility'. The hallways had been bare and white, a stark contrast to this particular room. Her thoughts ended suddenly as she was shoved onto the leather table before her. In very short order she was placed upon her back, legs spread, body immobilized by thick buckles that took her at the wrists, elbows, hips, knees, and ankles. She was quite literally fit to be tied. The gag placed in her had yet to be removed and as such, she was yet without speech.
Above her, the Mistress looked pleased, that same smile tipping her face seeming to know more than it revealed. "Mmmm. You look delectable my dear. I was wise to have chosen you. Your thighs have good form and your shape is perfect. You'll serve me well."
Serve her well? Was this woman planning to enslave her? A tingle of unwanted excitement then rushed through her. To be taken forcefully as it was already had her moist with forbidden enticement. To think of herself completely committed to this overlord of a lady... it was more than she could rationally grasp. She felt her gender moisten further and tried to squirm to no avail.
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"I see you like the idea of that." The Mistress cooed. "The pool of juices gathering at your crotch betrays your feelings."
Shame was the next sensation to rush Gloria, and her cheeks reddened as if to indicate thus.
"So lovely. Let's begin."
Mistress Sixx reached down and promptly snapped the buttons clean off Gloria's suit-top with only a flip of her finger. The captive Gloria had to admit, that was quite a trick. The folds of the suit were pushed aside, revealing the captive's silky, lace-trimed white bra. A little pink bow accentuated the center, prompting a smirk from the Mistress.
"A play at innocence. But then, I suppose we all enjoy that illusion." Sixx chuckled. "I'll be certain you retain a tinge of that sentimentality when you're given your new identity."
New identity? What in the hell was going on here? Questions were ripped away as Sixx's luscious lips cupped Gloria's right breast, taking her nipple in full. Gloria attempted to shriek in shock, but found her mouth full of rubber gag. Were her cries to be screams of fear or screams of joy? At this point, she wasn't really sure. Her body however, was, and her nipple hardened as if on command. The Mistress pulled away all too soon and admired the rosy nipple as it stood at attention. The smile had not left Sixx and only broadened at this.
"Completely submissive, aren't you?"
From her bindings on the leather table, Gloria could only communicate with the sincerity of her eyes. Looking into them left no doubt in her captor's mind. This girl was born to be enslaved. She was enjoying every minute of this. And that made the Mistress's job that much more pleasurable. Willing slaves were not only more receptive to the initiation stages, they were easily reprogrammed. This would be a simple matter, judging from the gleam in this new mark's azure eyes.
Without warning Sixx descended onto Gloria's left nipple. Sucking more harshly, the domineering woman let her teeth scrape lightly over the enthralled nipple. It became hard with no hesitation and Sixx pulled back up to regard the dual monuments. Satisfaction played over her face with familiar casualness. Gloria looked up at her in that moment, her eyes glazed over with the haze of a lust that can only be experienced by one who is about to cross a threshold they've avoided for ages. Her cheeks were flustered, her hair was slightly tangled, and her womanhood was moist and ready to be violated.
A flash of a dark smile and the border was crossed. Mistress Sixx took Gloria in a flurry of passionate kissing and licking. The restrained captive shook uselessly in her bonds as she was ravaged, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure assailing her. Blotches appeared quickly over the exposed portions of her form, as the Mistress worked her way over them, planting kisses that left love marks in their wake. Sixx's taking of her culminated to it's peak as she tore asunder her new toy's panties. The shreds of the silky undergarment dropped in twain to the floor as Sixx stuck her middle finger into Gloria's overflowing womanhood. There was a sharp, yet choked cry from behind Gloria's ballgag. Mistress Sixx knew that familiar cry, the lament of the defeated.
In the hour to come, the broken slave would be licked mercilessly, her flower invaded by the slithering tongue of the conquering Mistress. Gloria would give her all, thrusting her hips in what limited capacity she possessed. Her clit would swell and be met by luscious lips that spared no quarter. Fingered, eaten, and sucked, the slave would cum over and over again until she could only lie motionless, covered in sweat and bodily juices. Only a faint moan here and again verified that she was still conscious as her eyes were closed peacefully. Her mouth was dripping with spittle that seeped out from between her wet lips and the silencing gag.
Mistress Sixx pulled herself off Gloria at last, admiring her work. "I must say, you are very cooperative. If only everyone went as easily as you have here. Well, I suppose since you are primed, there is no reason to delay."
And for the first time since their meeting, Sixx unfastened the buttons of her neck-hugging black latex coat. It glistened in the dim light as she removed it, letting it slide gracefully from her enormous chest to a place on the ground alongside Gloria's panties. Beneath the coat was another layer of latex. A catsuit that zipped up to the crotch and had also been appearing as pants the entire time. There was a circular gem of some form between her luscious breasts that was a cool grey. And from that gem came a faint, bluish glow.
Gloria remained oblivious to this as her head was lulled back, her breathing calm and tranquil. There was no doubt, she was broken, and ready to be transformed. Mistress Sixx walked calmly on her heels across the room and pulled something from a hidden chamber in the wall that slid open with only the slightest squeak. Her hands took the item to her waist and she fastened it securely around her hips and under her crotch, snapping it at the small of her back. Her new item flopping as she walked, Mistress Sixx closed the wall panel, and strutted back to her prey. A giant, eight inch strap on swayed with her movements, protruding threateningly from her pelvis. The Mistress stood over the weakened Gloria, regarding her with sheer lust. She delighted in these moments, before the plundering and reprogramming of a Corporate Slave. Witnessing their teetering wills as they drift on the verge of identity. It was a sweet, intoxicating drug for her.
The explosion of blue light that suddenly erupted from the gem on her suit's chest signaled that the anticipating moment was over. Mistress Sixx's black latex glimmered with a faint azure that emanated from the signaling jewel on her chest. Shortly after, her massive strap on began to glow as well. The charging was complete. All the gem needed was to be near the receiving dildo protrusion for a few moments after all. In the air just before the tip of the phallus, a sphere of swirling white energy formed, rotating like a hurricane before mushroom tipped head. It was time.
Mistress Sixx squatted her knees slightly, pointing the giant dildo inches from Gloria's soaked womanhood. The energy gathered at the strap-on's tip whirled with a slight hum in the space between, stirring Gloria from her blissful stupor. The gagged slave worked her head up just abit to regard the disturbance. That sight which awaited her brought her to full attention. What, why, or how was unimportant now. Only that there was something which resembled a ball of lightning about to be pushed into her by a massive plastic cock. She came to life at once, struggling and writhing with renewed vigor. But there was no escape and no one to hear her muffled cries. Strong, gloved hands gripped her unwilling hips and she cried out pathetically.
"Don't worry. In a second all of this will be over."
Mistress Sixx slammed the strap on dildo into Gloria. The energy entered her sharply, followed by the entire length of the dildo. In one stroke the captive was bottomed out and stretched wide to accept this shining invader. The ensuing sensation could only be described as white. Pleasure can be translated to many words in as many languages. But colour transcends mere verbal grasping, and white displays such a wide array of meanings. For this however, white will suffice in conveying the passing of ecstatic boundaries one can experience. Beyound any feeling capable of being grasped by a living being, what Gloria experienced was another dimension of nothing but raw, unabated pleasure.
Sixx worked her slave with a hungry fury, pumping her tirelessly the entire length of the process. When she was at her peak, the strap on activated, and unleashed the energy built up within Gloria's pussy. There was a sharp boom that reverberated throughout the room and Gloria's eyes went wide as her body was blasted with the full force of the electric-like substance. Unlike being shocked however, this jolt arched through her, activating every pleasure sensory she was capable of being struck through. It ended shortly after, though it felt a lifetime to the young lady experiencing it.
Gloria slumped back to her binding table, her mind wiped of feeling.
Mistress Sixx removed the strap on, and it snapped up, flinging juices as if it were still ready for action. Sixx leaned over and began undoing the buckles and locks about Gloria's body. In short order, her captive was free, save the gag still jammed into her mouth. Her dim eyes fluttered open, the sparkle previously in them replaced by a soft glaze. She regarded Sixx without any visible emotion.
"Stand now." Sixx commanded.
Gloria did as she was bid. She did not move from where she stood, her naked, marked body exposed, yet her without any shame. The gag filling her mouth seemed to be non existent to her, for all the regard she gave it. Mistress Sixx looked her up and down.
"You are now an agent of the Crimson Latex Company. From here on out, you will obey whatever order is given to you by a superior officiant. Do you understand?" Sixx commanded.
Gloria nodded, unable to speak.
"Excellent." the Mistress smiled. "As of today, you shall be labeled, Latexxia Blue. Your Brand Number will be assigned as soon as you are outfitted in the terminal."
Again, the reborn Latexxia Blue nodded.
"Then let us be on our way. There are many others who need to be freed of their fears and put into service. Come, subordinate. Your work begins today."
Mistress Sixx lead Latexxia Blue from the Transformation Chamber and into the facility where she would learn the tasks of being a pawn of the Crimson Latex Company. Her gag was left in place.
Her mission had finally been assigned. She had trained in the usage of the devices that would gradually erode the wills of those targeted by the Company for assimilation. The mass public had too many who hid themselves in a shell of fear at being discovered for what they really were. Too many fetishists who would be perfect servants for the ever growing Latex Corporation, acting under the capitalist Crimson Latex Company.
Latexxia Blue was given the keys to her black import auto. She was outfitted in the black catsuit and neck craddling coat that distinguished her as a field agent. She was also granted a lower face gag that covered her chin, mouth, and lower jaw, renderering her silent. It was an intimidating sight. One suitable for the assigned target. Latexxia Blue's mark apparantly enjoyed cowls and gags more than any other item offered through the company. Perhaps she would be outfitted in one as well in the coming weeks.
Latexxia Blue started her car, on her way to seek out the designated target: Linda Niles.
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