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Rubber Doll
by Gnjal (gnjal@pacbell.net)

***

Jessica becomes a sweet orgasmic rubber doll for friends 
and coworkers to play with, over and over again. (MF, 
bi, latex, toys)

*** 

-= PART 1 =-

Jessica stood at the bus stop, breath misting out from 
her face in the cold morning air. She wore a long heavy 
wool coat, completely muffling the outlines of her body. 
She was thankful for the cold, and the excuse to wear 
the heavy hooded jacket. Although Jessica was a 
beautiful young woman, she had always felt awkward about 
her body. 

She looked down the street in the direction the bus 
should be coming from and blew on her white gloved hands 
to warm them. Even under the heavy coat she felt that 
people could see what she was wearing and flushed. The 
classified ad had been very specific in its description 
of what type of model they were looking for. 

The large toy company which had placed the ad was 
gearing up for another line of action figures, and 
needed models to pose for their artists during the 
preliminary design. The ad had detailed that the 
applicants should be comfortable wearing form-fitting 
attire and be available for extended sittings. 

Jessica stamped her booted feet in an attempt to stay 
warm and pressed her lips together in determination. She 
was going to get this job! She was tired of working at 
Herb's Dry Cleaning, sitting in the tiny mending room at 
the back and fixing the unending stream of ripped and 
torn garments on an ancient sewing machine. She had 
stayed late for a whole week putting together the outfit 
she was wearing now, under her coat. 

Last Sunday she had seen the classified ad, and she had 
rushed out to the store and bought three of the female 
action figures that the company currently produced. 
After carefully looking at their costumes, she had 
decided that she would become Erica, the Ninja Queen. 
She had spent the last of her cash buying yards of black 
and white shiny spandex to make the costume. 

The Ninja Queen was a buxom and buff figure in a 
gleaming black body suit, with long white gloves, and a 
short shiny white skirt. Her face was entirely covered 
in some tight black material, leaving only her green 
eyes, her long fire-red hair in a ponytail, and dark red 
sneering lips exposed. Not quite the outfit to allow an 
ninja to slip past guards to get at her intended victim, 
apparently it was quite popular among the teenage boy 
collectors that haunted the toy aisles. Jessica wondered 
how any Ninja Queen could sneak around successfully on 
the high black heels the toy company sought fit to 
outfit her in. 

After many sleepless nights, Jessica had finished the 
costume. The costume she was wearing now, under her 
coat. She had even dyed her long chestnut brown hair the 
shocking red of Erica the Ninja Queen, pulling it into a 
tight ponytail, which was now hidden by the hood of her 
coat. She stretched out her left calf, the three inch 
heels on the black leather boots she was wearing took 
some getting used to. Slipping on the black 
spandex/lycra costume that morning, she had been 
surprised and pleased by the lithe sexy figure that had 
looked back from her bedroom mirror. 

She looked anxiously up the street again. When was that 
bus going to get here! She was extremely aware of the 
fact that she was naked except for the black spandex 
body suit covering her, wearing a kicky little white 
lycra skirt which barely covered her ass, long shiny 
white spandex gloves, perched on high heeled leather 
boots, and with an Erica the Ninja Queen spandex hood in 
her coat pocket. 

The black lycra/spandex left nothing to the imagination. 
Her ass, breasts and hips were tightly outlined under 
the stretchy black material. She had to get this job. 
She felt sure that once they saw how much she had done 
for the interview, they would have to hire her. 

She started as the bus screeched to a halt in front of 
her. Finally! She rushed on, heels tapping loudly on the 
metal steps, and sat quickly down at the back. Pulling 
the coat tightly around her, she was distracted by the 
feeling of the satin lining rubbing against the lycra 
covering her body. She flushed as she realized her 
nipples were hardening from the sensation. The bus 
accelerated, and she was on her way to the interview 
downtown. 

***

The ride downtown seemed to take forever, as Jessica 
scissored her lycra covered legs nervously, sliding them 
against each other. When she had finally gotten into the 
toy company's main lobby, the secretary had scanned her 
up and down and directed her to a waiting room up five 
floors. 

This is where she now sat, still covered in her heavy 
coat staring anxiously at the other applicants waiting 
in the room with her. 

One was wearing a hot pink shiny tank swimsuit, with 
shiny nylon pantyhose and pink high heels. Her breasts 
were huge! They couldn't be real. And her huge head of 
blond hair made her look like a life-size Barbie doll. 
Jessica quickly cast her eyes downward, as the blonde in 
hot pink caught her stare. The blonde bombshell pursed 
her shining red lips in a knowing smirk. 

Another applicant was wearing a tight blue lycra-
unitard, with her arms and neck bare, showing a 
significant amount cleavage and toned muscle. Her hair 
was cut in a peroxide blonde buzz, and she sported three 
silver earrings on each lobe. She also wore high heels 
of black patent leather, which must have been at least 
five inches tall. 

She turned and suddenly stretched down, placing her 
hands flat on the floor, legs slightly apart, with her 
ass thrusting towards the embarrassed Jessica. The tan 
and toned woman smiled at Jessica upside down, from 
between her legs. Jessica turned her head away quickly, 
flushing from the image of the tight ass of the woman 
flexing towards her, tightly defined by the shiny blue 
material of her unitard. 

All of these women were more beautiful than she was! How 
could she compete with breasts the size of melons and 
firm toned bodies like these! Jessica stared at her lap, 
white gloved hands tightly clasped together, wondering 
if she was a fool for thinking she had a chance at this 
modeling job. 

A slight man with a close-cropped head of brown hair 
walked into the waiting room. He was wearing tight faded 
jeans, and a dark blue silk short-sleeve shirt. 

"People! People! We're ready to begin. When I call your 
name please come into the interview area. You can leave 
your coats and purses here. We'll try to do this 
quickly, thanks for your patience." He pointed at a 
closed door to the left. 

"Crystal Bradford? Crystal Bradford?" the man looked up 
and was caught in the million-watt smile of the 
bombshell blonde in the hot pink swimsuit. 

"That's me!" the blonde minced her way towards the man, 
and smiled as she passed him entering the interview 
room. He stared down at her curved ass, tightly defined 
under the hot pink lycra. 

"Whew! It's going to be a long day." He turned and 
followed her out of the waiting room, shutting the door 
behind him. 

Jessica pressed her booted feet together, heels rigidly 
in step, and waited. She was going to do this! She 
shifted and her lycra covered ass slid against the 
smooth satin lining of the coat, pressed against the 
hard waiting room chair seat. She gasped and was 
embarrassed and nervous with feeling the tight stretchy 
lycra was evoking in her. When was it going to be her 
turn? 

***

Two hours later, only she and one other woman were left 
in the waiting room. The other applicants had all 
entered and left the interview room. Both the bombshell 
blonde and the toned woman in the blue unitard had 
smiled nastily at her as they left. Jessica drooped, 
there was no way she was going to get picked over those 
two! 

"Barbie Blue? Barbie Blue?" The man who had been calling 
out the names from the start poked his head out the 
interview room door. The woman next to her, with huge 
breasts almost identical to the blonde bombshell's, 
stood up and flashed a plastic smile at the man. 

Tossing her black lustrous hair at him she chirped, "I'm 
ready!" and walked towards him. She was wearing a tight 
red spandex dress which just covered her crotch and ass, 
along with strappy three inch red heels. Her toes and 
fingernails were painted blood red, perfectly setting 
off her green eyes. The door shut after them and Jessica 
was alone in the waiting room. 

Jessica sighed. She was the last. She was going to be 
the last one interviewed. Now she had no chance at all. 
If she had gotten in early, she could have made an 
impression that may have stuck even after seeing all the 
bubble breasted and toned women that also interviewed. 
Now, they would compare her to everyone else first. 

She clenched her teeth. No! I'm still going to get this 
job. I deserve it, and I'm not going to work at that 
stupid cleaners forever! Jessica stood up and pulled 
Erica the Ninja Queen's black spandex hood out of her 
coat pocket. Pushing back the hood of her coat, she let 
her fiery red hair cascade silkenly down. She quickly 
pulled on the shiny black spandex hood, reaching up and 
pushing her ponytail through the provided hole, snugged 
the tight black material down over her face, and tucked 
its skirt into the neck of the spandex body suit she was 
wearing. 

She pulled out her compact, and flipped it open, peering 
into the mirror as she applied the dangerous red 
lipstick she had bought the day before. She pursed and 
licked her lips and smiled into the mirror. Staring back 
at her were the intense green eyes of Erica the Ninja 
Queen, flashing above her wicked blood red lips framed 
in black spandex. 

Jessica practiced the dangerous and confident smile that 
she was sure Erica the Ninja Queen would use right 
before eviscerating her enemies. She was entranced by 
her own transformed image in the small mirror of the 
compact. 

"And you must be Jessica." Unheard by her, the man which 
had been leading the applicants into the interview room 
had returned. Snapping the compact shut and shoving it 
into her coat pocket she turned and smiled nervously. 

"Why, yes, that's me. Is it my turn?" Jessica stood up, 
and momentarily bobbled on the heels of her boots. 

"Yes, I'm sorry for the wait, you've been very patient. 
So why don't you drop your coat and follow me?" He 
smiled warmly and motioned towards the door to the 
interview room. 

Jessica look at the door and steeled herself. She was 
Erica the Ninja Queen, and she was going to get this 
job! She shrugged the coat off her shoulders and let it 
slip down around her feet. Swishing her fire-red 
ponytail behind her, she strode past the staring man, 
and into the interview room, short white skirt flipping, 
a lean sexy figure of shiny black spandex; Erica the 
Ninja Queen. 

Entering the room, boot heels clicking loudly on the 
tile floor, Jessica turned and faced three men and a 
woman seated at a long oak table. She took a deep breath 
and walked down the full length of the room, parading 
and strutting in front of the interviewers, pausing 
twice to glare imperiously at them, half-turning, red 
lips sneering arrogantly from the surrounding shining 
black lycra of her hood. 

"Oh my god, she's Erica! She's the spitting image of 
Erica the Ninja Queen!" the woman gasped and leaned 
forward to gape at Jessica. The interviewers began 
whispering among themselves, pointing at one detail and 
then another on the costume Jessica had made. 

She walked to the middle of the room, directly in front 
of the oak table and planted her fists on her lycra clad 
hips. Pushing her chest out and sucking in a deep breath 
to emphasize her rib-cage and breasts, she swung her 
fiercely red pony tail, swishing it across the top of 
her derriere, and swirling her white shiny skirt side to 
side. The interviewers gasped and were silent. 

Jessica stared at the ceiling, holding her regal pose, 
and wondered if she had gone to far. Had she blown it? 
She glanced down, overwhelmed with relief as all of the 
interviewers started clapping their hands, applauding 
with large smiles and excited whispers to each other. 

The man who had been showing in all the applicants 
whispered into Jessica's ear, "You're a lock honey! They 
love you!" Jessica smiled. Maybe she was going to get 
this job after all. 


=- PART 2 =-

They had given Jessica the job! Her along with two other 
women had gotten positions being design models for the 
big new line of action figures the toy company was 
producing. Jessica rode the bus home, warm and happy, 
wrapped in her heavy coat, satin lining rubbing against 
the smooth shiny body suit she was wearing. Erica the 
Ninja Queen had done it! 

Her lips twisted into an arrogant smile, still covered 
in the deep red lipstick she had put on for the 
interview. She looked up and saw the man sitting across 
from her staring at her, she smiled wickedly, Erica the 
Ninja Queen was not to be trifled with. 

She let the coat slide a little as she re-crossed her 
legs, leather high heel boots squeaking against ear, 
black spandex clad legs sliding, catching the light. She 
smiled at the man, confident as Erica. The man quickly 
looked down, embarrassed at being caught staring at her. 

Jessica hugged herself, white gloved hands tightening 
around her sides. And the money! They were actually 
going to pay her enough money so she could quit her dry 
cleaning job! It was enough to keep her in rent for half 
a year! And she started next Monday. Jessica still could 
hardly believe that she had gotten the job. She smiled 
and leaned back into the bus seat basking in the 
feelings of success. 

"Okay, ladies. We've got three design studios set up. 
They each have an attached dressing room and wardrobe 
area where you'll be getting into some of the prototype 
costumes we've been working on. You'll each have a 
personal dresser who will handle the schedule of 
sittings and keep the order of the costumes straight. So 
let's go!" Jim smiled broadly at them and waved them on 
towards the studios. He was the brown haired man who had 
shown Jessica into the interview and whispered her the 
encouragement after. She smiled back at him, overjoyed 
just to be there. 

Jessica followed Jim and the other two women. It had 
turned out that both the blonde bombshell in the hot 
pink lycra swimsuit, and the buzz-cut muscular woman who 
had worn the blue unitard had both been picked also. The 
toy company had such an aggressive target for finishing 
the new line of action figures, that they needed all of 
them to model. She didn't mind, as long as she had been 
picked also, that was fine with her. 

"Jessica, you're in studio B just down there, good 
luck!" Jim pointed at a door down the hall and gave her 
an encouraging smile. 

Jessica walked down and opened the door. Walking inside 
she saw a spot lit carpeted dais with several artists 
easels bunched around it, and a collection of chairs, 
art boxes, coffee mugs, pencils, brushes scattered 
across several low tables next to the easels. 

"Hello! I'm Diane. Are you Jessica? I'm the dresser for 
Studio B." Diane spoke in a pleasantly throaty whiskeys 
and smokes voice. She was a woman of medium height, 
wearing a oversized gray sweatshirt with its sleeves 
pushed up past her elbows over a shiny black spandex 
long-sleeved unitard. Her lustrous black hair was cut in 
a flirtatious bob framing a face with sensuous lips and 
warm brown eyes. Jessica stared at her for a moment, 
having the sensation that she had seen her before. 

"Yes, I'm Jessica, nice to meet you Diane." Jessica 
smiled and reached out her hand, Diane grabbed it in 
both of hers and gave her a friendly shake. 

"Well, I can see they were right, you do look a lot like 
Erica the Ninja Queen." Diane looked Jessica up and 
down, "We'll have to get your measurements first thing 
so I can adjust the costumes, although looking at you, I 
don't think they'll need much alteration." Diane smiled 
and pointed at the door to the wardrobe and dressing 
room. 

"Why don't you take off your coat and put this on, and 
we'll get your measurements." Inside the dressing room, 
Diane handed Jessica a sheer nylon body stocking. 
Dropping her coat into a nearby chair, Jessica 
hesitated. 

"Oh, don't be shy, honey, you've got nothing to be 
ashamed of, you're a natural beauty. Now, hurry up, we 
don't have much time before the session is scheduled to 
start." Diane turned away and began flipping through 
some clothes hanging on a garment rack. 

Jessica unbuttoned the pale cocoa silk blouse she was 
wearing and slipped it off her shoulders. She had put on 
her best beige satin under wire bra and underwear this 
morning not knowing what exactly to expect during the 
sitting. She twisted her short gray pleated flannel 
skirt around and unbuttoned its top button, grabbed the 
zipper and pulled it down. 

Stepping out of the skirt, Jessica stood in her satin 
bra and panties, perched in the beige colored pumps she 
had bought that weekend. She stepped out of the shoes, 
and quickly reached her arms behind and unclasped her 
bra, pulling it off and dropping it in the chair with 
the skirt and coat. 

This is what she wanted to do, Jessica thought to 
herself, so get on with it! She pulled down her panties, 
and picked up the sheer nylon body stocking. Sitting 
down in another chair, she slid one foot into the body 
stocking and pulled the stretchy material up to her 
thigh. Then the other foot and leg were covered in 
nylon. Standing up she pulled the body stocking over her 
hips and snugged it below her breasts. 

Pushing her one arm into the sleeve of the body 
stocking, she noticed a small loop at the end, and 
pushed it over her middle finger, it kept the sleeve's 
cuff from slipping farther up her arm. Her other arm in, 
she pulled the scoop neckline of the sheer body stocking 
up over her breasts and smoothed it around her 
shoulders. 

It was slightly cool, and the sheer material rubbing 
against her nipples quickly brought them to a sensitive 
hardness. Jessica folded her arms to cover them, 
embarrassed. The sheer nylon of the body stocking made 
her feel more naked then clothed. 

Turning back from her hunt through the garment racks, 
Diane appraised Jessica, "You're going to be perfect! 
Come over here and I'll get your sizes." 

Jessica walked over to Diane and stood in front of her. 
Putting on a pair of horn-rimmed reading glasses, Diane 
picked up a cloth tape measure, and reached around 
Jessica's waist. She pulled the tape measure tight 
around Jessica, peering down through her glasses at the 
crossover mark. 

Kneeling in front of her, Diane held one end of the 
cloth tape at Jessica's ankle and slowly ran the other 
hand up the inside of her thigh, sliding caressingly 
over the nylon, to stop just brushing the sheer tight 
nylon covering Jessica's pussy. Looking up at Jessica, 
Diane smiled, stood and moved behind her. 

"Arms at your side now." Diane instructed her. Jessica 
lowered her arms, and tried not to notice how obvious 
her hard nipples were through the stretchy sheer nylon. 

Diane reached around from behind her, and pulled the 
cloth tape measure around her chest, just under her 
breasts, pulling in the nylon, causing her breasts and 
sensitive nipples to stand out even more distinctly from 
the body stocking. Diane yanked the measure tight, and 
Jessica took an involuntary step back. Her nylon covered 
ass pressed against Diane's pelvis, the black spandex of 
Diane's unitard sliding against the sheer nylon covering 
her. 

"Now hold still, honey, we're almost done." She slid the 
cloth tape up and Jessica gasped as Diane placed it 
right over her nipples. As she pulled it taught, Jessica 
felt Diane's spandex clad hips move against her ass, 
sliding against her as Diane angled herself to see the 
measurement on the tape. Jessica held her breath, the 
cloth tape pressing the sheer nylon down over her 
nipples was making her pussy throb. What was wrong with 
her? This was a serious modeling job, she had to be 
focused and professional! 

Diane pulled the cloth tape back and forth, trying to 
get a good measurement. Jessica sucked in her breath 
again, trying to ignore the sensation of the cloth tape 
sliding across her nylon covered nipples. She closed her 
eyes with the pleasurable sensations. 

"There! All done Jessica. I'm happy to say that just 
about all of the new costumes we're going to use for the 
sittings are going to fit you without any changes at 
all." Moving back in front of Jessica and dropping the 
cloth tape onto a nearby table, Diane smiled. 

Jessica exhaled, and laughed nervously. Folding her arms 
over her breasts, she scissored her nylon covered legs 
against each other and smiled back at Diane. 

"Let's get you into you first costume, shall we?" Diane 
pulled a shiny white catsuit from the garment rack and 
motioned her closer. 

"What's this made out of?" Jessica asked as she fingered 
the slick red material of the costume. 

"Oh, it's a fine latex rubber. You'll find that most of 
the costumes the designers have us mock up for their 
sessions are latex based. It's simulates the plastic and 
rubber of the final action figures much better than 
cloth can." Diane unzipped the catsuit and pointed to a 
chair, "Sit down and I'll help you on with this." 

Grabbing one of Jessica's nyloned feet in her hand, 
Diane quickly slid the foot of the thin red latex 
catsuit on her, "The designers also like to add costume 
elements and patterns, and with the latex they can stick 
them right on using rubber cement. They apparently 
didn't like waiting for a model take the costume off, a 
seamstress to sew the attachment on it, and then waiting 
for the model to put the costume back on." Diane yanked 
the tight red latex up Jessica's nyloned leg with quick 
sure movements. 

"Don't worry. It's actually quite comfortable, I've worn 
several of the latex costumes myself." Diane looked at 
Jessica and smiled, while she grabbed her other foot and 
slid it into the red latex catsuit. 

Suddenly something in Jessica's mind clicked, she 
remembered where she had seen Diane before. 

"You're the Wicked Widow!" Jessica exclaimed. Diane look 
up from where she was smoothing the red latex over 
Jessica's calves and smiled. "When I was picking which 
action figure to interview as, the Wicked Widow was one 
of them, and she looks just like you!" 

Diane smiled wider, "You found me out. I did do some 
modeling for that line of action figures. What did you 
think of the Wicked Widow?" Diane pulled the catsuit up 
Jessica's thighs, and then stood up, pulling Jessica up 
with her by the arms. 

"She's beautiful! Did you really wear that outfit?" 
Jessica asked awed. She remembered the Wicked Widow as a 
figure in tight black, thigh high red boots, elbow 
length red gloves with winged cuffs of flames, wearing a 
half mask over her eyes and nose, with her raven black 
hair flowing down to her waist, blood red lips smiling 
confidently while she held her whip of fire twirling 
over her head. 

"Yes, I've cut my hair since then though. The Wicked 
Widow costume was based on a latex catsuit almost like 
this one." Diane grabbed each of Jessica's hands and 
pushed them down through the sleeves of the latex 
catsuit. The catsuit had attached red latex gloves, 
which Diane smoothed around Jessica's fingers. The whole 
thing had slid on easily, due to the slick sheer nylon 
body stocking covering her. 

Jessica marveled at meeting the inspiration for the 
Wicked Widow as Diane moved behind her and pulled the 
catsuit up and over her shoulders. Reaching around from 
behind, Diane grabbed the latex of the catsuit on either 
side of Jessica's breasts and yanked it up and smooth. 
Jessica's eyes widened, the latex of the catsuit was 
rubbing the nylon over her sensitive nipples in a very 
distracting way. 

Diane pushed aside Jessica's long fiery red hair 
(actually Erica the Ninja Queen's hair), grabbed the cat 
suit's back zipper and pulled it up to seal the catsuit 
at the nape of Jessica's neck. She then walked around, 
scanning the new rubberized Jessica. 

Bending down suddenly and pushing Jessica's legs apart, 
Diane put her hands on Jessica's hips and pulled the 
latex up till it was snug and tight against her pussy. 
Jessica sucked in her breath in surprise at the sensual 
feelings the tight red latex and nylon pulling against 
her pussy were filling her with. 

Diane stood up in front of Jessica, took off her reading 
glasses, hanging them on their leash around her neck and 
smiled knowingly. "How does it fit Jessica?" 

Jessica held up her latex covered hands in front of her 
and glanced down at her red rubber covered body. She 
looked great! The red latex wrapped her in a tight 
flattering embrace, emphasizing her curves and the line 
of her legs. 

"It's perfect! I've never worn something like this 
before." Jessica couldn't stop staring at her cat suited 
form. 

"Well, you're not done yet, here's the rest of the 
costume." Diane held up a pair of black rubber thigh 
high boots with what looked like at least four inch high 
chrome spike heels, and a black rubber half-hood with an 
attached diamond tiara. 

Staring wide-eyed at the boots and hood, she looked down 
to where her latex covered hand had strayed across 
something metallic at her crotch. 

"What's this for?" she asked Diane. 

"Oh, that's the access zipper. You never now when you 
have to go pee, darling, and the artists don't like 
waiting for you to take off the costume and put it back 
on." Diane smiled, knowing that there were other reasons 
the catsuit had a crotch zipper. She kneeled down in 
front of the latex cat suited Jessica, and held up one 
of the spike heeled rubber boots. 

Jessica stared down at Diane, who was gazing up at her 
with a wry twist to her full lips, brown eyes dancing 
with some secret. The latex catsuit over the nylon body 
stocking slid and stretched over her body as she lifted 
her foot and placed it in the tight black rubber boot. 
She flushed with the sensations rushing through her, and 
hoped that the sitting would give her a chance to regain 
her composure. 

Every time she moved, the catsuit was stroking her 
pussy! She was moist and excited in spite of herself. 
This was no way for a professional model to behave! 
Jessica scolded herself mentally. 

Diane pulled the rubber thigh high boot up till it 
rested snugly against the bottom of Jessica's derriere. 
Smoothing it, she couldn't resist stroking Jessica's red 
latex covered ass. Jessica look up surprised, wondering 
if the caress had been unintentional. She lifted her 
other foot at Diane's request, and closed her eyes, 
trying to fight the delicious sensations of the slick 
tight material covering her, and stroking her. 

Diane smiled to herself, sensing Jessica's aroused 
state. Pulling the other boot up, yanking it into to 
place all the way up Jessica's red rubber thigh, she 
deliberately bumped the edge of her hand against 
Jessica's pussy, encased as it was in thin red latex 
over sheer nylon. 

Jessica jumped, sucking in her breath at the contact, 
and smiled down at Diane nervously. 

"Sorry, honey. I'll try to be more careful" Diane said 
in a soothing voice. Jessica was definitely going to 
work out all right, the guys would be pleased. She 
smiled in anticipation and grabbed the remaining rubber 
half-hood. 

Standing in front of Jessica, her brown eyes staring 
into Jessica's dilated green ones, Diane smiled 
reassuringly at her. Handing the hood to Jessica, she 
reached behind Jessica's neck and scooped up all the 
strands of her red hair. Quickly twisting them into a 
tight ponytail, she secured it with a rubber band she 
had around her wrist. 

"Give me the hood Jessica." Diane held out her hand. 

Jessica, sensing somehow that this moment was a turning 
point for her, hesitated. Is this really what she 
wanted, to be costumed in nylon and rubber, paraded in 
front of a bunch of designers so that they could make a 
line a kids' action figures? Jessica looked down at her 
hard nipples, evident through the thin latex of the 
catsuit, and glanced at her tightly wrapped pussy, lips 
clearly outlined by the shining red rubber. 

"Here Diane." She said, handing her the hood. 

The money was good, and this is what Erica the Ninja 
Queen had auditioned for, wasn't it! She lowered her 
head while Diane hooked her ponytail through the hole in 
the hood and pulled it down over the top of her head. 

The mask covered her neck and the top half of her face. 
Its cool smooth rubber surface rested comfortably 
against her skin. Diane smoothed it down into the neck 
of the catsuit and stood back. 

"Look at yourself in the mirror, Jessica. You're 
beautiful, you're going to blow the guys away." Diane 
smiled, unable to hide the trace of lustfulness in her 
voice as she admired Jessica's red rubbered, black spike 
heeled, masked, and fiery haired figure. 

Turning in front of the dressing rooms full length 
mirror, Jessica once again saw Erica the Ninja Queen 
staring back at her. Wicked curves covered in shining 
red latex, green eyes flashing with excitement, the 
Ninja Queen leered back at her, red lips twisting in 
self-confidence. The light caught and glittered on the 
diamond tiara, contrasting with the dark shiny rubber of 
the half-hood. 

She turned back to Diane, smiled and strode out of the 
dressing room into the studio, black rubber thigh-high 
spike heeled boots clicking on the floor, latex covered 
ass swinging seductively, as her red ponytail swished 
behind her. 

This IS what the Ninja Queen wanted! And Jessica was not 
going to miss out on an opportunity like this! 


-= PART 3 =-

Jessica had been posing for the team of designers for 
what seemed like hours. The three men and a woman 
constantly changed her position, the lighting and their 
minds about what the best action figure range of poses 
would be. 

Jessica stood on the stage in her latest pose, sweat 
dampened nylon rubbing her tender nipples inside the 
rubber of the red catsuit, the rubber heels now 
painfully pinching her toes through long wear. She had 
her arms upraised holding a mock plastic scimitar, head 
thrown back, rubber half hood and sparkling tiara 
catching and reflecting the bright lights trained on 
her. 

The area under her pussy was positively soaking from the 
sweat accumulating under the rubber of the catsuit. Her 
fingers felt slippery inside the red rubber attached 
gloves and she still hadn't been able to ignore the 
tightly pressed rubber stroking her pussy every time she 
moved. 

The designers abruptly reached a decision and asked for 
Jim, the assistant who had organized the interviews, to 
roll in a stage prop and pull it up on the dais with 
Jessica. 

"Relax Jessica, they want you to pose on this next, it's 
for the action kit that comes with the figure their 
working on." Jim smiled at her, trying not to glance 
down at the wicked curves of her latex covered body and 
breasts. 

Jessica slumped, dropping her arms to her side, weary 
from the days efforts. She smiled back at Jim and moved 
aside as he hefted a large rocklike prop onto the dais. 

"What is it?" She asked. Jim wrestled it to the center, 
under the lights and turned back to her. 

"It's a part of the evil overlord's cave of terrors. The 
kids love his stuff. This one has manacles and spreader 
bars to hold those super heroes who are unfortunate 
enough to fall into his clutches." Jim let out an evil 
laugh which ended in a guffaw as he grinned at her and 
shook his head. 

Jessica walked around the faux rock and did see that it 
had manacles attached by very realistic looking iron 
chains at its head and foot. Reaching down a red rubber 
gloved hand, she pushed on the seemingly rough stony 
surface of the prop, and was surprised at its spongy, 
rubbery surface. 

"Let me help you get into it." Jim waved her to sit down 
leaning against the sloped side of the prop. 

"Let me have your hand, Jessica." 

Jessica held out her hand, covered in thin red latex and 
watched as he pulled it above her head and fastened it 
into the wrist manacle at the top of the faux rock. 

"Not to tight?" Jim asked. 

Jessica nodded her head no and held out her other hand 
as Jim moved to the other side of the prop. She looked 
down at her red latex covered body, breasts with their 
hard nipples jutting through the latex, rubber covered 
pussy lips clearly outlined by the tight catsuit, 
bisected by the crotch zipper. S

he flushed and closed her eyes as Jim tightened the 
other manacle around her wrist. Raising her arms had 
pulled the rubber of the catsuit even tighter against 
her pussy, and she closed her eyes with the unexpected 
feeling of pleasure it evoked. 

Jim knelt in front of her and took one of her rubber 
booted high heeled ankles in his hand. 

"Just move your leg slightly this way," Jim pulled her 
black rubber booted leg over to one of the leg 
spreader's manacles at the bottom of the prop. Jessica 
gasped as he fastened it around her ankle tightly. 

"Too tight, Jessica?" Jim looked up concerned. 

"No, it's fine, I'm just not used to this is all." 
Jessica smiled down at him green eyes flashing from the 
recesses of her black tiara rubber half-hood, her red 
ponytail dropping forward over her shoulder. 

Jim pulled her other ankle over to the last manacle, 
causing her rubber covered ass to slide down against the 
spongy rubber of the faux rock. She looked down and then 
away from her crotch, clearly displayed now in the tight 
red rubber, gold metal zipper in its center. 

"There you go, Jessica. Now at least you can rest a bit, 
no more standing." Jim waved goodbye at her and jumped 
off the dais as the designers returned to the studio and 
sat down at their easels. 

Jim was right, Jessica was held by the manacles and 
partially reclined against the spongy prop so that she 
could rest her legs. She only had to fling her fiery red 
pony tail or turn her head when one of the designers 
asked her to. This was much easier. 

Unfortunately, having little to do only made it harder 
to ignore the feeling of the tight rubber and underlying 
nylon against her hard nipples and dripping pussy. 
Unconsciously, she began gently gyrating her hips, eyes 
closing with the pleasurable feelings of the red rubber 
sliding over her pussy and nipples. 

"Jessica!" 

Jessica opened her eyes startled, and look down at the 
woman designer who had called her name. 

"We're not making any progress. But, it's not your fault 
dear, let's break and we'll pick it up again tomorrow." 
The auburn haired senior designer smiled kindly and 
turned to follow the other designers out of the studio. 
Her name was Carol, and she had been staring intensely 
at Jessica while sketching rapidly on her art pad the 
whole day. 

"Hey, Wait! What about me?" Jessica pulled against her 
bonds to demonstrate the problem. 

"Oh. Diane will be along in just a minute. She'll let 
you out and get you cleaned up." Carol smiled and left 
the studio. 

Jessica sighed. Well, at least the first day had gone 
well. She was tired but satisfied. She moved her legs, 
pulling against the ankle manacles keeping them spread 
wide against the spongy rubber faux rock behind her. 

The door to the studio cracked open and Jessica called 
out, "Diane, is that you?" 

Swinging open the rest of the way. Jessica was startled 
at what she saw. 

A figure in a tight pink rubber catsuit with attached 
gloves entered and quickly shut the door behind her. 
Obviously a woman, the pink rubber clad creature had 
enormous breasts wrapped tightly in the pink rubber of 
the catsuit, with spiraling designs of silver starting 
at the nipples and swirling around them, splashing up 
over her shoulders to where a cloak of white satin was 
attached hanging behind her to just barely glance the 
top of her full ass. 

She wore a pair of white rubber, tall platform go-go 
boots which zipped to her calves. She also wore a gold 
leatherette utility belt with a coil of silver rope 
hanging from it. The silver rope bounced against her 
pink clad thigh and ass as she walked towards Jessica, 
bound on the dais under the hot lights. 

Jessica's eyes widened, "Who are you?" she tremulously 
asked. 

The woman in pink rubber smiled nastily at Jessica and 
stepped up onto the dais. Jessica couldn't tell who this 
woman was, because her entire head was covered in a hood 
of tight white rubber covered with a filigree of silver 
markings. All that was visible of the woman's head, were 
her blue eyes, hot pink lipsticked lips, and flare of 
blonde hair protruding from the top of the white rubber 
hood in a tight ponytail. 

Jessica pulled at the manacles holding her wrists and 
stared nervously at the woman, who was now standing in 
front of her with pink latex covered hands on her latex 
covered hips. Her large breasts jutted out at Jessica 
aggressively. 

The woman in pink rubber moved close to Jessica, putting 
her leg between

Jessica's spread ones. Leaning in, she reached up and 
began to squeeze Jessica's breasts. 

Transfer interrupted! atsuit, while simultaneously 
grinding her leg against Jessica's pussy. "Wh..wh..what 
are you doing!?" Jessica blurted out as her nipples and 
pussy throbbed with the stimulus. 

The woman in pink latex, gazed into Jessica's green eyes 
and slowly licked her glossy pink lips. Leering, she 
reached down with one gloved hand, and grabbed the tab 
of Jessica's crotch zipper. 

"Wait, you can't do that! Wait!" Jessica protested. 

The woman's smile just turned nastier, and she pulled 
down the zipper, exposing Jessica's sopping wet pussy 
lips to the cool air of the studio. The nylon body 
stocking still held them, a tightly pressed package of 
lubed and throbbing flesh. 

The woman pinched Jessica's nipple, and pushed the other 
hand's index finger against Jessica's pussy lips, 
sliding between them, pushing in the nylon. 

Jessica gasped and closed her eyes. It felt so good! How 
could she be doing this? Who was this woman in pink 
latex and white satin!? Jessica's eyes flew open as she 
felt the woman rip open the nylon body suit at her 
pussy. Her wet lips were freed and pushed from the 
surrounding red latex of the catsuit to emerge wet and 
shining in the bright lights of the dais. 

The pink woman smiled even wider, and knelt in front of 
Jessica. Looking up at her with a sneer, she slowly 
stuck her wet tongue out from her hot pink lipsticked 
mouth. 

"Stop! You can't do this!" Jessica tried once again to 
pull free from the manacles holding her arms over her 
head and legs spread apart as the woman plunged her 
tongue into her dripping pussy. 

Jessica sucked in her breath as the pink woman ran her 
tongue up and down her pussy lips, stopping to plunge 
in, then hovering over her clit, sucking and teasing it 
with her lips. 

In spite of herself, Jessica began moving her hips, 
gyrating her pelvis, pressing against the woman's hot 
lashing tongue. She felt the beginnings of a climax and 
shuddered as it came ripping through her. Muscles 
thrumming, toes curling in the thigh high black rubber 
boots that contained them, Jessica screamed as the 
climax took her and the pink woman's tongue continued to 
plunge deep within her. 

Panting, Jessica looked down, ass clenching with the 
after throbs of the intense orgasm she had just had, to 
see the woman pull her head away from her pussy, 
leering. 

Standing up, the woman squeezed her large breasts 
through the latex and silver whorls covering them. She 
glared at Jessica, and laughed. 

Reaching down to her own crotch zipper, the woman yanked 
it open and began to finger herself, gloves slick with 
Jessica's juices, pink latex covered fingers plunging 
into her own pussy. She raised one platform go-go booted 
leg and planted it next to Jessica's hip, and pinched 
the nipple of her right breast with her free hand. 

Hips grinding, the woman gasped and swore as she came, 
white hooded head thrown back, satin cape swaying as her 
blonde ponytail swung back and forth from her efforts, 
brushing her full ass tightly covered by the pink latex 
catsuit. 

Finished cumming, she zipped herself up, dropped her 
foot from Jessica's side and reached over to push her 
pussy soaked gloved forefinger into Jessica's mouth, 
forcing it past her red gorged lips. 

Jessica twisted her head away, the woman's pink gloved 
fingers trailing a track of slime across her flushed 
cheek. The woman smiled and reached down to Jessica's 
crotch. 

Jessica flinched, as the woman pushed her bulging pussy 
lips back into the catsuit and zipped it tightly closed 
in one quick movement. She was still panting, partly 
from the after rush of her orgasm, and partly from fear 
of this woman, who had just made her taste her pussy 
juices. 

The woman reached up and unzipped her white latex hood. 
Leaning over in a spray of blonde hair, she yanked it 
off. 

It was the blonde bombshell from the interview! 

Jessica was speechless. Why would she do this to her? 

The blonde smiled nastily at her, raised her finger to 
her lips and sucked it off staring at Jessica all the 
while. Then, she abruptly turned on her heel and in a 
flourish of white satin and pink rubber, strode out of 
the room, ass swaying, blond hair swishing. 

Jessica hung in her manacles, exhausted and drained, 
trying to understand what had just happened. 

Diane smiled from where she had been watching from the 
dressing room door, and pushed it open to walk into the 
room. 

"Jessica, I'm so sorry I'm late. Let me get you off of 
that thing! I hear it went really well, the designers 
think you're great!" She gave Jessica a brilliant smile, 
and began to release her, ignoring the trail of lube and 
juice on Jessica's cheek. 

Jessica rubbed her wrists, stepped down from the dais, 
and followed Diane into the dressing room. She had 
months more of this?! What was going to happen next? 


-= PART 4 =-

Jessica tossed and turned in her sleep. It was early 
Monday morning, hours before she had to get up and take 
the bus to the toy company. She had been sleeping 
restlessly all night, scenes of the studio and the 
trashy blonde in pink rubber repeating endlessly in her 
mind. 

In her dream, Jessica looked up, and she was once again 
manacled to the faux rubber rock, with the nasty large-
breasted blonde moving towards her grinning evilly. 
Jessica pulled at her wrists and ankles in her dream, 
twisting her head to see the spongy material of the faux 
rock ooze and solidify over them. She whipped her gaze 
back in panic to the leering blonde as she felt 
something touch her thigh. 

The blonde's tongue had extended and grown into a 
glistening red rubber slightly flattened phallus, which 
was flexing back and forth between Jessica's bound legs. 
The blonde's eyes had elongated into large feline eyes, 
the slits of their pupils narrowing as she hissed and 
leaned forward. Her thick slimy tongue slithering up 
Jessica's inner thigh, leaving a trail over the tight 
red latex of the catsuit, moving towards her hot and 
throbbing pussy. 

Jessica struggled fiercely with the spongy rock holding 
her, and screamed as she felt the mutated blonde's 
tongue push against her pussy lips. 

"Noooooo!" Jessica yelled, and was suddenly free of her 
bonds, standing alone on the dais, under blinding 
spotlights. 

She looked around and was unable to penetrate the 
darkness surrounding the dais. Wiping her brow, trying 
to shake the memory of the blonde's tongue and inhuman 
eyes, she sat down. 

A little bit calmer, she looked at her folded legs and 
arms, still covered in the tight red latex of a catsuit, 
shining in the bright lights. The thigh high black 
rubber heels of the modeling session were gone, she 
wondered when she had taken them off, still unaware that 
she was dreaming. 

Jessica leaned back on her arms, and stretched her legs 
out in front of her. She wriggled her red latex covered 
toes, and flexed her fingers in the catsuit's attached 
gloves, relaxing slightly, and suddenly aware of the 
sensuous, slippery feeling of the rubber catsuit 
caressing her body. 

She closed her eyes, but could still see her dream self 
as if she was hovering over the dais. Jessica stretched 
and spread her legs out wider, and reached a hand down 
to her crotch, overcome by the feelings of the tight 
slick catsuit. 

It was then that the material of the catsuit abruptly 
changed to flashing white shiny rubber. 

Observing herself from above the dais, she saw the white 
rubber extend and flow till it tightly clasped her legs 
together and pulled her arms to her sides. At the same 
time, she was the Jessica on the dais, feeling the white 
rubber bind her, slithering to cover her face, until 
only her panicked green eyes were visible. She was now 
covered in a shining white sheath of rubber from head to 
toe, only her blazing hair protruded from the top in a 
cascade of red. 

She rolled side to side, unable to stretch the rubber 
wrapping her more than a fraction of an inch. 

The material over her mouth and chin kept her from 
opening her mouth and screaming as she saw a thick 
tendril extending from her wrapped feet and begin 
looping up and over her hips. 

Watching from above and below simultaneously, Jessica 
saw the tendril split into a thick tentacle sporting two 
more thin extrusions waving like feelers. She gasped as 
the white material over her nipples and pussy parted 
wetly, exposing her twin hard nubs and her glistening 
pussy to the cool room air. 

Jessica watch in horrid fascination as the two thin 
feelers remolded themselves, opening their tips into 
suction cup shapes, while the thicker main tendril 
rounded into a pulsing white phallus shape. 

Jessica tried to yell, pulling her arms and legs 
desperately in an attempt to break the tight grip of the 
white rubber. She thrashed her body, but was unable to 
avoid the twin feelers swung down onto her nipples, 
sucking them in with a pop, and began to caress and 
pull. She stared with wide eyes as the white material of 
the feelers fused with the white rubber around her 
breasts. 

Jessica moaned, her eyes rolling back at the delicious 
sensations the feelers clamped onto her nipples were 
giving her. The tight white material covering her body 
began seeping some kind of lube around her as it began 
bunching and sliding in waves over her body. She felt 
her pussy throb, caught up in the intense tactile 
sensations assaulting her. 

Suddenly her legs were pushed up into the air, tendrils 
slapping at her thighs and breasts, as the white rubber 
of the suit flowed and yanked her body. It stopped when 
her legs were pointing straight up from her hips, her 
arms flat on the floor behind her back, pinioned. 

She started and wriggled against the tight binding 
rubber as she caught sight of the large white phallus 
slowly swinging down and around her hips and ass, not 
stopping until it was bumping against her exposed pussy 
lips. Its large, slick head moved ever so softly up and 
down her trembling pussy lips, pausing and vibrating 
gently whenever it was over her clit. 

She closed her eyes, trapped, assaulted by feeling of 
the tight binding rubber, body tense and straining under 
the ministrations of the phallus. Reaching an epiphany, 
Jessica felt her resistance falter and began moaning 
with pleasure. The tendrils pulled and caressed her 
nipples, as she released herself and moved her hips 
forward to press against the rhythmically stroking 
rubber at her pussy. 

As if awaiting this surrender, the white rubber phallus 
gently and then more forcefully pushed its way into her 
hot and clenching pussy, causing her to suck in her 
breath as it pulsed and vibrated inside of her. She 
wriggled her hips as it stroked in and out of her 
throbbing pussy, swelling and subsiding with the rhythm 
of her heartbeat. She began to writhe against the 
sliding rubber as it quickly pushed Jessica to the edge 
of an orgasm. 

Jessica began screaming into the rubber covering her 
mouth as she convulsed in the throes of an intense 
climax, body jerking under its tight slick white sheath, 
pussy contracting around the warm pulsing phallus 
swelling inside of her. 

Jessica's eyes opened wide, as she woke up with her bed 
sheets tangled about her, flannel pajamas sticking to 
her sweat-slicked skin, the last waves of her dream 
orgasm shuddering through her. 

She dropped her head back on her pillow exhausted, and 
pulled the comforter up under her chin, trying to get 
back to sleep. Breaths slowing, she drifted off and in 
spite of herself began dreaming of white rubber 
catsuits. 

Her alarm choose that moment to come to buzzing life, 
and she bolted upright in bed, staring at the blinking 
red numbers. 6:00 am, time to get up, and get to work! 
She groaned and pulled her pillows over her head. 

***

Diane smiled at Jessica, "Are you okay, Hon? You look 
like you had a rough night." She stood, one hand on her 
hip, the other holding her horn-rimmed reading glasses, 
looking Jessica up and down. Diane was wearing a long 
charcoal gray sweater, reaching to her mid-thigh, with 
matte red leggings, and black calf high leather boots. 

Jessica had rushed into the studio that morning, her 
long red hair in a tangle, wearing an old gray 
sweatshirt over pale blue lycra leggings, white crew 
socks, and her sneakers. 

"I'm sorry I'm late, Diane! I just had a real restless 
night." Jessica apologized. 

Diane waved her to the dressing table chair, and stood 
behind her as Jessica sat down and regarded her 
disheveled reflection in the mirror. 

"Don't worry, we'll get you ready in no time." Diane 
began brushing Jessica's snarled hair. "So why so 
restless?" She asked lightly, glancing at Jessica's eyes 
in the mirror. 

"I just can't stop dreaming about this job!" Jessica 
said in an exasperated voice. "I don't know why..." she 
raised a hand to the faint bags under her eyes and 
frowned. 

"Well, sometimes that happens. When you make big life 
changes, your sub- conscious still has to get used to 
it." Diane soothed as she finally got the last of the 
tangles out of Jessica's gorgeous hair. "There, now 
let's get you into your outfit for today." Diane pointed 
over to a pile of white rubber gleaming on the dressing 
room chair. Jessica stood up and pulled off her 
sweatshirt. 

"What is this?" Jessica held up the slick white rubber 
costume, which appeared to be a modified catsuit, with 
the legs fused together to form a scaled fish tail of 
gleaming white edged in gold. 

"Wild, isn't it. The designers want to develop an action 
figure called the Arctic Mermaid." Diane came over and 
showed her the back zip on the costume. "You slip your 
legs in from behind, and then push your arms into the 
sleeves and your head up into the hood." Diane dropped 
her reading glasses around her neck and looked into 
Jessica's green eyes, "but it is a tight fit, so we'll 
need to put some talc on you first, so you can slip in 
easily." 

Jessica was fingering the tail portion of the outfit, 
"What if I have to pee?" she said embarrassed but 
concerned. Some of the sessions had turned out to take 
quite long. 

Diane leaned in next to her and pushed her fingers into 
a slit in the rubber which was cunningly hidden under 
the one of the scales. She wriggled her fingers with 
their deep red polished nails in front of Jessica's wide 
green eyes, "They thought of that! But we'll have to 
help you into the bathroom of course, you won't be able 
to walk around in this." 

Jessica laughed with Diane and began to take off her bra 
and leggings. She had become comfortable with being 
naked in front of Diane. She was her dresser after all! 

Diane pulled a shiny blue lycra short sleeved leotard 
from one of the racks and handed it to Jessica, "You'll 
be more comfortable if you just wear this under the 
costume." She smiled reassuringly at Jessica, noticing 
with a sidelong glance that Jessica's nipples were 
hardening, the aureoles wrinkled and begging to be 
touched. 

Jessica quickly stripped and slid the shiny blue lycra 
up her legs, pulling it over her ass and chest, 
straightening the leotard's straps on her shoulders. She 
hugged her breasts through the tight lycra and tipped 
toed over to where the white rubber outfit lay. 

Diane began sprinkling unscented talcum powder all over 
Jessica's arms and legs, kneeling in front of her, 
running both of her hands up and down to smooth the talc 
evenly over Jessica's toned legs. 

"Sit down, hon, and I'll slip this on you..." Diane 
picked up the white rubber costume, and unzipped it. 

Jessica sat in the nearest chair, holding onto its arms 
as Diane maneuvered the heavy white latex over her feet 
and legs. Jessica noticed that her legs were separated 
by a thin wall of white rubber, but without much room to 
wriggle around. She shuddered as the cold latex was 
pulled onto her. 

"Don't worry, it'll warm up fast," Diane said 
straightening up and reaching out her arms to Jessica. 

"Grab on, Hon!" Diane grabbed Jessica's wrists and 
pulled her up on to her feet, which had now been turned 
into a scaled white mermaid's tail. Jessica teetered and 
Diane caught her around the waist to keep her from 
falling over. 

"It's hard to stand up in this!" Jessica exclaimed. The 
tight rubber holding her legs together was echoing 
strongly in her mind with her dream images. She closed 
her eyes, remembering the toe-curling climax of her 
dream, as Diane pulled outfit over her arms. 

"Bend your head, dear. It's time for the hood." Diane 
gently pushed the back of Jessica's head, and quickly 
slipped the attached hood of the outfit over and down, 
fluffing Jessica's red hair through the top of the white 
hood. She reached down to the zipper tab in the small of 
Jessica's back and smoothly zipped it to the nape of her 
neck. 

Jessica stared out from the white hood, red hair 
cascading down over her gleaming white shoulders and 
back. The open hood framed her face, side panels 
covering her cheeks and forehead with gilt scales, but 
leaving her eyes, nose, and mouth exposed. 

She looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror 
on the other side of the dressing room, and saw a 
shining white ice mermaid, flaming red hair contrasting 
sharply with the white rubbery flesh of her scales, her 
breasts pushed up and clearly outlined by the tight 
white latex of the costume's upper half, arms coated in 
white rubber and hands ending in... 

"Hey, my hands are flippers!" Jessica waved her hands at 
Diane, just noticing that they were enclosed in mitten-
like rubber coverings, which had been styled to look 
like fish fins, albeit white. 

"Don't worry, dear, they're quite fetching, and you 
won't need to hold anything for this session." 

Diane grinned and looked the new Arctic Mermaid up and 
down, admiring how the tight rubber outlined Jessica's 
firm rounded ass. 

Jessica eyes widened suddenly as she felt herself 
tipping over. Mitten- finned hands flailing the air, she 
squealed. 

Diane rushed in and quickly caught her under the 
armpits, easing her back into the nearest chair with a 
good-natured laugh. 

"You just wait here, and I'll get Jim to help lift you 
out to the dais." Diane smiled secretly to herself as 
she left the dressing room. Jessica was something 
special. She hadn't seen a model react this way to the 
rubber costumes since... 

Her eyes clouded and she shook her head to clear it of 
the painful memory, pushing out the dressing room door 
into the studio. 

"Jim! We're ready!"


-= PART 5 =-

Jim and Diane stood on either side of the wobbling 
Jessica, now costumed in the tight white latex and gold 
of the Arctic Mermaid. 

"Put your arms around our shoulders, Jessica." Jim 
instructed her. She reached up her flipper/mitten 
covered hands and wrapped then around Diane's and Jim's 
necks as they reached under her, and crossed their 
wrists to form a seat. 

"Okay, up you go!" Jim said cheerfully as they lifted 
Jessica off the floor, her rubber mermaid's tail 
flapping in the air. The rubber under her ass squeaked 
and slid over Jim and Diane's crossed hands, as they 
walked Jessica out the dressing room's door and into the 
studio. 

Jessica stared down at Diane and Jim's feet as they 
negotiated around the various easels and chairs in the 
studio, and made their way to the dais. Looking up as 
they reached it, Jessica let out a little yelp. 

"What's that!" She said, nodding her hooded head at the 
large object twined over the dais. It was dark green and 
spotted brown in color, long ropey tentacles splaying 
out across the dais, with a large menacing looking eye 
at least the size of a dinner plate staring at them. 

"Oh, that's Herbie!" Jim said as they set Jessica's feet 
to the ground. "He's our monster squid. What do you 
think?" 

Jessica eyed the rubber monstrosity up and down, 
noticing the large suckers on the underside of the 
tentacles glistened wetly. 

"It looks so real! I mean, if there were monster 
squids." She giggled nervously. 

"The designers went nuts when they ordered this thing. 
They insisted that the duel the Arctic Mermaid has with 
the giant squid had to be realistic, and this was the 
only way to get the figures just right." Jim laughed, 
"As if the people buying these action figures are going 
to have a real giant squid to compare it against!" 

Diane and Jim both stepped up onto the dais, and pulled 
Jessica up by reaching under her armpits from behind, as 
she stood facing away from them. 

"I have to fight this thing?" Jessica said a trifle 
nervously. 

"Oh, don't worry, Hon. You just sit in the middle, and 
we wrap the tentacles around you. It couldn't be 
easier." Diane smiled at Jessica as they pulled her over 
to the squid. 

Jessica glanced at the tentacles, which seemed slimy to 
her, and shook her head. The things she would do for a 
modeling career! 

Jim and Diane pulled Jessica to a padded seat hidden by 
one of the squid's tentacles and sat her down. 

"Give me your wrist, Jessica." Diane told her, and 
proceeded to wrap a thick rubbery fake tentacle around 
it. Jim gently pulled her other wrist away from her 
side, and wrapped it also. 

Jessica pulled against the tentacles, "Hey these are 
pretty strong..." 

"Just relax Jessica, we'll do all the work," Jim said 
soothingly. 

When they had finished, Jessica, the Arctic Mermaid, was 
wrapped in tentacles from head to tail, arms over her 
head, her tail partially lifted into the air, by a 
particularly thick and slimy tentacle. She was balanced 
on her rubber covered ass, pressing down and back into 
the cushion below her. Her breasts were compressed above 
and below by grasping tentacles, their rubber suckers 
attached tightly to the shiny white rubber. 

She stared down at her nipples, once again hard and 
visibly outlined through the rubber. She flushed with 
embarrassment and something else. 

"Alright, Jessica, the designers should be here any 
minute. Yell if you need anything." Diane smiled and 
jumped gracefully off the dais followed by Jim. 

Jessica squirmed inside of the rubber mermaid skin, and 
smiled at the designers as they walked in chatting and 
laughing. As they saw her a silence fell, until the 
woman on the team spoke. 

"Jessica, you look fantastic! This is going to be a much 
more productive session than we thought!" She smiled at 
Jessica and sat down behind an easel. Jessica smiled 
back, and looked up starting slightly as she caught 
sight of the huge glaring eye of the fake squid. 

***

Several hours later, Jessica felt her eyelids drooping 
with the tedium of modeling in one position. The 
interior of the white rubber mermaid outfit was slick 
from her sweat and she unconsciously began moving her 
breasts and pussy against its warm slippery surface. 

During the long session, she had slid down in the 
costume, until the bisecting rubber panel between her 
legs was pressed tightly against her pussy lips. With 
the lulling sounds of the designers low-pitched 
conversations in the background, she licked her lips in 
a fog, and slowly writhed her rubber covered hips. She 
gasped and her eyes flew open as the edge of the rubber 
panel separating her legs suddenly pressed past her 
pussy lips and slid between them, pushing up against her 
clit with a bump. 

"Jessica! We're all through. Thanks dear, you were just 
the inspiration we needed!" The woman designer smiled 
graciously at Jessica. "Diane and Jim should be here any 
minute to help you down, see you tomorrow!" She waved 
and followed the other designers out of the studio. 

Remembering the end of her last session, Jessica yelled 
at the retreating designers, "Wait, Where are Jim and 
Diane?!" but she was too late, the door of the studio 
slammed shut behind them and she was left alone, wrapped 
in the tentacles of a rubber squid, sweat slicked body 
wriggling against the tight white rubber covering her, 
pussy beginning to throb from the contact of the rubber 
panel against her clit. 

She closed her eyes and pulled against the tentacles 
holding her mitten finned wrists. They were strong! She 
could do no more than flex them slightly from their 
position above her head. 

Jessica swore with frustration, eyes staring down at the 
dark green tentacles wrapped around her body, and caught 
on her twin hard nipples outlined clearly by the white 
and gold rubber stretched across her breasts. 

"Jim! Diane!" Jessica yelled. Her voice echoed in the 
empty studio. Where were they? She pushed up against the 
tentacles holding her one last time, arching up from the 
cushion, ass cheeks clenched under the tight rubber, and 
then gave up, to drop back down, her ass sliding inside 
the slippery costume. 

She closed her eyes, and resigned herself to waiting. 
Relaxing down into the cushion below her, she felt the 
tug of the suckered tentacles on her costume, and 
realized that as she pushed down, the rubber panel was 
sliding between her pussy lips and across her clit just 
so. 

She scooched down farther, pressing and wriggling, pussy 
beginning to pulse with excitement. Maybe she could 
occupy herself while she was waiting after all. Jessica 
smiled to herself, and began rotating her hips, breath 
coming quicker as her movements made the rubber stroke 
just the right spots. 

The door to the studio slammed and abruptly the lights 
went out. 

Jessica's eyes strained in the darkness, and a thread of 
fear intertwined with her lingering pleasure. 

"Who... who... whose there!" Jessica stammered out. 

She heard a sharp click as the spotlights above the dais 
flashed on. The giant rubber squid and her Arctic 
Mermaid costume glared in bright relief under the light, 
and she squinted, trying to see out into the darkness of 
the studio. 

She pulled against the tentacles holding her wrists, her 
breasts heaving with the effort, as she heard the heavy 
tap tap of high heeled boots move towards her. 

"Who is it! Tell me!" Jessica yelled, frantic with fear. 
She ceased her struggling against the tentacles as a 
figure moved into the light. 

It was a woman. She grinned at Jessica and leaped up 
unto the dais landing with one hand on the ground, 
crouched like an animal. Jessica was speechless as she 
stared at the newcomer's outfit. 

She had short cropped blond hair and was wearing a shiny 
silver opera mask. Her small taut breasts were covered 
by narrow straps of black rubber, running down from a 
thin chrome collar and attaching to a chrome belt at her 
waist. Her pussy was clearly outlined by a tight black 
rubber thong while her tan muscular thighs were 
emphasized by black thigh-high rubber boots with wicked 
chrome heels. And as the final touch, she wore shining 
black rubber opera length gloves. 

The blonde leered at Jessica and stood up slowly, 
staring up and down at Jessica's tentacle wrapped form. 
She put her gloved fists on her hips and licked her 
lips. 

"You're a tasty one, my sweet..." she hissed and 
advanced on Jessica. 

"Who are you!" Jessica said alarmed. 

"Oh, no one of consequence, to be sure." the blonde said 
with a wry edge to her voice. Reaching down with a 
gloved hand, she stroked the tip of Jessica's nipple 
through the costume, and smiled. 

"What do you want with me?" Jessica whispered, as she 
nearly swooned from the stranger's caress. 

"Well, to rescue you darling!" The blonde moved to 
Jessica's feet, bound as they were in the tail of the 
mermaid costume and begin hoisting them up higher and 
higher, pulling on the attached tentacles. 

"Of course, I do have to have a reward for such a heroic 
service," she laughed nastily and slapped Jessica's now 
suspended rubber covered ass. 

Jessica yelped and wriggled her butt, tail swinging over 
her, held by the rubbery tentacles of the glaring squid. 

"But, I don't need to be rescued!" Jessica protested, 
pulling against her bound wrists, and craning her head 
to see the woman around her legs. 

"Oh but you do, dear, you do...From me!" the blonde 
hissed out with triumph and pulled something from behind 
her back. It was a long, thick, flesh colored rubber 
cock with dangling mesh straps. She smiled with a flash 
of white teeth, and began strapping the dildo onto her 
crotch, pressing it tightly down over her rubber thonged 
pussy. 

Jessica's eyes widened in fear and anticipation as the 
blond stroked the newly attached dick up and down with 
her black gloved hands. 

"But first, dear, we need to make sure you don't disturb 
anyone in the other studios..." The masked blonde 
reached behind her again and held up a rubber bit gag. 

"What's that for!?" Jessica squealed out, and tried to 
move her head to the side as the masked blonde forced 
the thick rubber strap of the gag over her head and 
pushed the dense rubber between her lips and teeth. 

"Mmmph, mmmmmph!" Jessica shook her head side to side 
but couldn't dislodge the tight gag. 

"Now sweety, let's lube this up for you." Turning around 
so that her toned and tanned ass cheeks were facing 
Jessica, she slowly bent double and pulled the rubber 
cock's head into her mouth, lips sliding wetly along its 
surface, tongue swirling around it. 

She stroked it in and out in an amazing show of 
limberness, and stared at Jessica from between her 
booted legs, silver mask flashing around her intense 
eyes. 

Jessica gasped in realization. This was the blonde who 
had interviewed with her. Why was she doing this! 

The blonde pulled the rubber dick out of her mouth with 
a wet plopping sound and straightened her back with 
feline grace. 

"Are you ready dearie?" She moved till she was standing 
next to Jessica's suspended ass. 

Jessica's green eyes rolled in panic as she felt the 
blonde pushing at the hidden flap at the base of the 
mermaid's costume tail directly over her pussy. She 
pulled and jerked against the tight rubbery tentacles 
wrapped around her, and yelled into the rubber gag 
filling her mouth. 

"Ah. Here it is!" The blonde smiled in triumph and 
pushed her gloved fingers through the flap in the rubber 
tail, flexing them down into the hot moist area of the 
costume directly above Jessica's throbbing pussy lips. 

"It's hot in there, isn't it darling?" The blonde leaned 
around Jessica's suspended legs, wrapped as they were in 
the white rubber of the mermaid tail, and grinned at 
her. Her lips twisted into a leer as she reached a 
little bit further and rubbed her black latex covered 
fingers gently against Jessica's quivering mound. 

Jessica threw her head back, tensing, and moaned into 
the gag. It felt so good! 

The blonde dipped several fingers between Jessica's 
engorged pussy lips, reaching up with her thumb to press 
against her clit. 

"Oh, you're ready aren't you, dearie?" The blonde said 
in a throaty lust hoarsened voice, sliding her fingers 
in and out and moving her thumb in tiny circles over 
Jessica's clit. 

Jessica closed her eyes and moaned louder, wriggling her 
hips and pussy against the blonde's hand. She didn't 
care anymore, this felt too good to be true. Why was her 
pussy so wet!? 

The blonde suddenly pulled her hand out of Jessica, and 
reached down to grab the thick rubber cock strapped on 
her crotch. Running her pussy juice soaked hand up and 
down its shaft, lubing it with Jessica's excitement, she 
slowly pressed the head forward, sliding it past the 
white flap of rubber hiding Jessica's wet and throbbing 
pussy. 

The blonde pushed until the head of the cock was just 
nudging between Jessica's engorged lips, then paused and 
reached down with both gloved hands to grab Jessica's 
suspended hips, shining white and gold, wrapped tightly 
in the tail of the Arctic Mermaid costume. 

"Hang on, sweetie!" The blonde murmured and pulled 
Jessica's hips towards her, while plunging the fleshy 
rubber dick forward. 

Both Jessica and the blonde gasped as the cock slid deep 
into Jessica's cunt. The blonde's clit was being rubbed 
through her skin tight rubber thong by the nubbed back 
of the strap on dick. Jessica shuddered and began to 
grind her hips, sliding her clit against the rubber 
pressing against it. 

The blonde began to stroke in and out, dark gloved hands 
and arms contrasting with the white rubber of Jessica's 
costume, tanned ass clenching over her booted legs as 
she began panting with the intense stimulation her clit 
was receiving from the back-side of the dildo. 

Moving back and forth in a swinging motion, the blonde 
slowly increased the pace and force of her stroke, lips 
pressed together as she fought contain her own sensual 
feelings. 

Jessica's chest heaved with her excited breathing as the 
blonde began to pound into her, slapping against her 
rubber covered ass with her hips, the blonde's chrome 
waist belt digging into her upper thighs at each thrust. 
Her nipples slid and caught against the tight white 
rubber covering them, the green/brown tentacles of the 
fake giant squid pulling at her as she wriggled and 
arched her body, overcome by the intense waves of 
pleasure coming from her pussy. 

She moaned and twisted her head as she felt a shuddering 
climax rise in her pussy and shoot through her with 
bolts of intense shaking orgasm. The glaring eye of the 
giant squid stared down at her, as she looked back with 
her green sex dazed eyes. 

The blonde continued her energetic thrusting deep into 
Jessica's pussy, her eyes wide beneath the chrome mask, 
as she screamed and came with a hard toe-curling orgasm. 
Her sweat shined tan ass clenched as the waves of climax 
washed over and through her, and with one last intense 
orgasmic shudder, relaxed and looked down at Jessica 
with a smug smile. 

"Darling, you are simply the best piece of tail I've had 
in a long time!" She laughed at her own bad pun, and 
pulled the rubber dick out of Jessica's sopping wet 
cunt. 

She moved around to Jessica's side and reached down to 
stroke her cheek. 

"One last thing and you're all done, dearie, just one 
last thing." The blonde whispered and pulled the gag out 
of Jessica's mouth. 

Jessica licked her lips and opened her mouth to ask the 
first of a million questions, when the blonde pushed the 
rubber dick into her mouth. 

"Ah, ah, ah, sweetie. First you need to clean up the 
mess you made." The blonde began to slide the rubber 
strap on dick in and out of Jessica's protesting mouth, 
reaching down to cup her chin with her black gloved 
fingers. "Lick it clean, mermaid, that's it." 

In a moment of release, Jessica decided that she would 
obey the blonde in thigh high heels, rubber and chrome, 
and began sucking and lapping at the rubber cock with 
her lips and tongue. 

"Good girl! Now make sure it's completely clean..." The 
blonde stroked the side of Jessica's face as her lips 
and mouth bounced up and down on the dick. Jessica 
finished by licking around the tip of the rubber cock 
and leaned back, licking her lips, tasting her own 
juices mingled with the after taste of the rubber bit 
gag which had been in her mouth, deep green eyes staring 
at the blonde in the silver mask. 

The blonde bent down and kissed Jessica on the forehead. 
"Till later, my sweet mermaid." she whispered and stood, 
turning, a tanned toned body shining in the spotlights, 
and leapt off the dais into the darkness. 

Jessica tried in vain to see her in the dark, the glare 
of the spotlights obscuring everything but the dais 
itself. She sighed with something approaching 
contentment as she heard the hard tap tapping of the 
boots heels leaving the studio. 

Slumping against the tentacles holding her, body warm 
and wet with her own sweat under the white rubber of the 
Arctic Mermaid's costume, Jessica suddenly realized 
something. 

"Hey, wait! How am I going to get out of here! Jim! 
Diane! Where are you!"


-= PART 6 =-

Diane laughed good naturedly as stood behind Jessica and 
brushed her tangled red mane. 

"Another restless night, Hon?" Diane looked into the 
dressing room mirror at Jessica's tired eyes and pulled 
the brush through her hair, smoothing out the tangles 
and rats nests. 

"Diane, I love this job, but, I have the strangest 
dreams..." Jessica sat at the dressing room table, 
inspecting her face in the light framed mirror. She 
didn't think she looked any different than before, but 
she sure felt different. Each night was now filled with 
visions of rubber, bondage, and sex. 

Every morning, she woke up in the tangled bed sheets, 
sweat dampened, and horny from the dreams she was 
eternally twisting and wriggling through, a rubber 
creature mired in latex, brought over and over to toe-
curling dream climaxes. 

She looked up at Diane in the mirror, and smiled wanly. 

"Well, dear. I think you're doing just fine. The 
designers are pleased as punch with your modeling, and 
your dreams will settle out, just you wait and see. 
You're unconscious is just looking for some resolution 
to things, that's what dreams are for." Diane said 
kindly. She stroked the last tangle out of Jessica's 
long red hair, and sat the brush down. 

Jessica watched Diane as she moved over to the garment 
rack, and started searching through the costumes hanging 
there. 

Diane was wearing a white knit sweater over a pair of 
deep blue shiny spandex leggings. The sweater's bottom 
came to a stop just above the shining blue vee of 
Diane's crotch and covered the top of her ass. As Diane 
bent over slightly to push the hanging costumes, Jessica 
saw the sweater rise to show her whole firm rounded ass 
under the stretched spandex/lycra. 

The sweater's sleeves were pushed up to Diane's elbows, 
bunched to show her toned forearms. The leggings were 
pushed into a pair of soft leather snow boots of grey 
suede. 

Jessica jerked her eyes away, realizing she had been 
staring. She was starting to notice women in a different 
way now. Was she turning into a lesbian? Her dreams were 
filled with both women and men, but the common theme was 
latex and rubber. She shook her head, and wondered at 
herself, flashing back on the women in tight latex who 
had used her, twice. Those women had taken advantage of 
her, while she was bound in rubber; they had fucked her! 
Jessica felt her face flush, and felt a lump of outrage 
building inside of her. She had enjoyed it, but they 
hadn't even asked! 

She was trembling with anger by the time Diane pulled 
that day's costume from the rack and walked over to her 
side. 

"What's wrong, Jessica?" Diane peered over her reading 
glasses at Jessica, noticing her flushed face and 
clenched hands. 

Expelling her breath in a whoosh, Jessica splayed her 
fingers out flat on the surface of the makeup table, and 
turned to face Diane. 

"Nothing, just a little tense. Are you and Jim going to 
be around to get me out of whatever I'm wrapped up in 
when the designers are through?" Jessica focused her 
green eyes on Diane's accusingly. 

"Oh, don't worry about that!" Diane laughed, "Jim's 
actually in your session today. One of the male models 
canceled at the last minute, and Jim happens to be the 
same size as the costume the designers wanted to use." 
Diane grinned wickedly and held out a familiar red latex 
catsuit and a pair of rubber high heeled thigh boots, 
"And you're going in as The Ninja Queen!" 

Jessica's eyes widened, and she began smiling also. She 
stood, and flipped her long fiery hair over her 
shoulder. 

"Now, this is more like it!" Erica the Ninja Queen was 
back! 

***

Jessica (or rather Erica the Ninja Queen) stood crouched 
over her captive how was bound beneath her spread-eagled 
on a wooden wheel. The designers had setup a scene on 
the dais with the Ninja Queen and an action figure 
tentatively named the Hammer. 

Jessica giggled and her green eyes twinkled as she 
looked down at Jim, tied wrist and ankle to the round 
wooden platform beneath them. Jim was bound, naked to 
the waist, wearing tight black latex leggings tucked 
into tall, tightly laced combat boots. A wide leather 
belt with a huge chrome buckle in the shape of a hammer 
cinched his middle, marking the sharp contrast between 
the shining black latex of his leggings, and his tanned 
and toned chest. The top half of his face and his head 
was covered by an intricate helmet of chrome and 
electronics, with stylized wings worked into each side 
over his ears. 

Jessica crouched over Jim, the red catsuit molded 
tightly to every curve, one knee bent, black heeled and 
booted foot beside his left hip, the other leg spread 
straight out on his other side. She had one hand on his 
chest and the other on one of his bound wrists. The 
flaming red hair of her pony tail washed down over them 
both, as she tried to breath slow, her face inches away 
from Jim's. 

She was surprised when she had entered the studio and 
first seen Jim spread-eagled on the dais. His tanned 
chest looked oiled, the muscles rippling as he pulled 
against his bonds, trying to get more comfortable. The 
tight black latex leggings looked painted on him, and 
the bulge at his crotch drew her gaze like a magnet. 

Now she was hovering over him, Erica the Ninja Queen, 
flaming red hair, and dangerous red lips sneering at her 
captive, the Hammer. The designers were talking 
excitedly to each other, arguing ideas and quickly 
sketching down details. But their voices faded to the 
background, as Jessica stared down into Jim's eyes, 
peering from the chrome helmet's eyepieces, and felt the 
heat of her pussy, poised just above the rubber bulge at 
Jim's crotch. 

She giggled again, and Jim squirmed beneath her, biceps 
flexing as he pulled on the thick nylon ropes binding 
his wrists. 

"Now, don't laugh. I'm doing this as a favor to the 
designers." Jim whispered to Jessica. "They didn't have 
anyone else they could get on such short notice. And 
besides, after Diane told them I was a perfect fit for 
the Hammer costume, how could I say no?" Jim looked up 
at Jessica, seeing her green eyes flash at him from 
beneath the black rubber half hood topped with the 
crowning tiara of the Ninja Queen. 

"Oh, I won't laugh, Hammer!" Jessica shoulders shook, 
trying to contain her laughter. The designers wouldn't 
like it if Erica the Ninja Queen burst out in laughter 
right as she was 'interrogating' the Hammer. "You look 
quite fetching in your tight rubber, Hammer." She 
giggled and flipped her pony tail across his face. 

"Hey!" Jim wriggled under her, the rubber bulge of his 
crotch directly below the zipper joining the thin red 
latex over her suddenly moist pussy. 

Jessica giggled again, leaning down close, her lips just 
above his, the tips of her rubber covered nipples 
grazing his chest. Jim turned his head to the side and 
looked vainly up at where his wrists were roped to thick 
metal rings in the round wooden platform. 

"You're my prisoner, Hammer" Jessica hissed, and her 
smile turned into Erica the Ninja Queen's leer of 
dominance. She raked his chest with her hand, nails 
leaving faint red trails even though they were covered 
by the integral gloves of the latex catsuit.

"Ah! Jessica, what are you doing?!" Jim arched his hips, 
struggling against his bonds, and they both gasped as 
his bulging rubber covered crotch pressed directly 
against Jessica's mound. 

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut with the pleasure of the 
contact, and slowly opened them, green eyes intent on 
Jim's face. 

"I'm not Jessica, you silly man," she hissed, letting 
the moment and the spirit of the Ninja Queen take her, 
"I'm Erica!" She plunged her lips down and smashed them 
against Jim's mouth in a passionate animal kiss, while 
grinding her pussy against the black rubber bulge of his 
cock. Her arms reached up to grab his bound wrists, as 
she pressed her body against his naked chest, nipples 
sensitive and screaming for attention under the tight 
latex covering them, pussy tingling with the pressure 
against it. 

"Jessica!" 

Jessica started, and half rose from Jim. The designers 
were staring at her, jaws dropped in amazement. 

"Jessica, we're through for today. And I think you two 
could use a breather." One of the attractive woman 
designers announced, "Jim, thanks for your help, I don't 
know what we would have done without you." She smiled 
almost wistfully and turned to follow the other 
departing designers. 

The studio was suddenly quiet. Jim and Jessica were 
alone. Jessica turned and looked down at the tied man 
beneath her. 

"Jessica, let me go, okay?" Jim said a little 
breathlessly. Despite himself, his cock had stiffened 
into a hard pole outlined clearly under the black 
shining rubber of his costume. His eyes stared up from 
the chrome helmet's visor with something almost 
approaching panic. 

Jessica stared into his eyes, and then looked down to 
stare at his stiff dick, almost bursting from the 
stretchy black rubber covering it. Her eyes flashed 
green, matching the dazzle of the spotlights bouncing 
off of the tiara on her black rubber hooded head. 

"You're not going anywhere, Hammer!" She hissed. 
"Remember all those times you were late letting me loose 
from my sessions?" Jessica straddled his cock, red hips 
pressing down, black hip booted legs on either side of 
Jim's. She reached up to grab his roped wrists again, 
lowering her face till it was just an inch above his. 
"Now, it's your turn, Hammer!" 

Jessica locked eyes with Jim as she began slowly 
grinding her latex covered pussy up and down his rubber 
covered cock, latex covered breasts pressed against his 
naked torso, smiling wickedly as he began moaning, and 
moving his hips under her.

"How does that feel, Hammer? Should I stop?" Jessica 
deep red lips hovered above Jim's, twisted into a 
lustful sneer. He felt her breath on his face, and 
moaned again. His cock was throbbing, getting harder and 
harder as her rubber covered mound slipped and slid over 
the black rubber covering it. 

"No, no! Don't stop...Erica." Jim was helpless 
underneath this creature, Erica the Ninja Queen. She 
laughed, green eyes flashing, and sat up straight, 
putting both her gloved hands on his chest. Jessica 
began pinching his nipples as she continued grinding her 
pussy against his bulge. Her pussy was tingling and wet, 
clit hard from Jim's rubber wrapped cock sliding against 
it. 

"Oh, I won't, Hammer" she sneered, "I going to make you 
pay for making me wait all those times!" She squeezed 
his nipples hard between her latex covered fingers, and 
laughed again as he gasped and writhed beneath her 
gyrating pelvis. 

"Jess...Erica, there's so much to get done," Jim gasped 
out, hardly able to speak because of the intense 
pleasure Jessica's sliding motions were giving him. He 
pulled against the ropes holding his booted ankles and 
wrists and leaned his head back, eyes shut, his cock 
feeling like a steel rod, but pulsing with energy and 
pleasure, stretching the rubber crotch of his costume 
into a shining black bar. "I'm sorry!" he finally 
stammered out, overcome by the fact the he was the 
captive of Erica the Ninja Queen. 

"Oh, you will be, Jim, you will be sorry!" Jessica 
abruptly stopped grinding her hips and stood up, 
towering over the spread-eagled Jim, looking imposing in 
the red catsuit and black heeled hip boots. 

She carefully stepped forward and put a heeled foot next 
to Jim's helmeted head, then the other foot, until she 
was standing over his face, staring down at him, gloved 
hands on her hips, smiling evilly at his predicament. 

"Are you ready to start paying me back, Hammer?" Jessica 
challenged. 

"What? I don't know what you mean, Jess...Erica." Jim 
pulled uselessly at his bonds once more, staring up at 
Jessica with wide eyes. 

Jessica reached down a gloved hand and grabbed the 
crotch zipper of her catsuit. Smiling as she pulled the 
tab, she rotated her hips as the red latex of the 
catsuit split open to reveal her pussy lips, slick with 
sweat and her own excitement. Jessica reached one gloved 
hand down and began caressing her pussy, red latex 
covered fingers pulling at the lips, and then plunging 
into her cunt. She moaned and threw back her head, red 
pony tail bouncing at her ass, as she moved her hips 
against her hand. It felt so good! 

Jim stared up at her, mouth gaping, as she reached her 
other hand up to pinch one of her nipples through the 
rubber of the catsuit. His dick pushed out against the 
black rubber trapping it, pulsing in response to 
Jessica's erotic abandon. 

Jessica, opened her eyes, and turned to look down at 
Jim's face, directly underneath her dripping pussy. She 
leered at him, and slowly sucked the fingers of the hand 
that had been working her pussy. 

"What do you want me to do, Erica?" Jim asked nervously. 

"Shut up, that's what I want you to do, Hammer!" Jessica 
said forcefully, and crouched down over Jim's head, 
pussy lips just above Jim's mouth. "Now, suck you 
miserable toad!" She pressed her pussy down against his 
lips, and grabbed the back of his helmeted head with 
both gloved hands. 

Jim was startled, but quickly recovered, pushing out his 
tongue to slide between Jessica's pussy lips, lips 
sucking at her as he moved his tongue in, out, and 
around her hot cunt. 

Jessica gasped, and smiled with satisfaction, pulling 
his face even tighter against her pussy, sinking down, 
her booted knees on either side of his head. 

"Yes, that's it, Hammer. Lick it!" She hissed, grinding 
her hips against his face. 

Jim tried to suck in a breath as Jessica squeezed her 
rubber hip booted legs against his head, sealing his 
mouth and nose with her pussy and her red catsuited 
thighs. 

"Come on, Hammer. Don't disappoint me!" She yelled, and 
yanked his head even harder between her legs. 

Jim licked for everything he was worth, as Jessica's 
pussy juices slicked his mouth and chin. She began 
bucking on him, and screamed, rubber covered ass 
bouncing against his chest as an orgasm rippled through 
her cunt. The strong waves of the climax ripped through 
her, making her gasp with the intensity. She continued 
bucking her pussy against his face, as the orgasm ebbed. 

Jim took a long shaky breath as Jessica released her 
grip and sat on his chest, legs splayed to either side 
of his head. 

"Good start, Hammer. You may make this up to me after 
all..." She bit her lip and pulled her legs back, 
sliding down his chest in a sinuous wriggled of red 
rubber, moving till her face was above the bulge of his 
cock. She looked up at him, green eyes dancing in the 
deep black rubber of the half hood, and ran one finger, 
nail blunted by the covering red latex, along the length 
of his dick, stiff under the black rubber. 

"Now, what should we do about this, Hammer?" She leered 
up at him, and suddenly gripped his cock through the 
shining black rubber, "Do you want me to do something 
with this, Hammer?" She hissed, and began pulling his 
dick through the rubber, her other hand reaching between 
his legs to squeeze his balls through the leggings. 

Jim sucked in his breath at her touch, and jerked as she 
began yanking at his dick more forcefully. He didn't 
know how much more of this he could take! 

Jessica leaned down and opened her mouth, red lips 
descending slowly to engulf the black rubber covered 
head of his dick. Her tongue slid around it, as she bit 
down with her teeth. 

"Ah, aahh!" Jim moaned. His dick felt like it was going 
to explode! 

"Hang on, Hammer!" Jessica yelled at him, "You are NOT 
to cum yet!" She stopped her sucking and squeezing and 
reached up to begin unbuckling the wide leather belt of 
his costume. "You still owe me, Hammer. And I'm not 
through with you!" She yanked the belt from around his 
waist, and reached both red gloved hands to grab the top 
of his tight black rubber leggings. 

"Now, let's get serious..." she hissed, and pulled down 
the top of the leggings, hooking the rubber waistband up 
under his balls, exposing his purple and straining cock. 
"Ah, now that's what I want!" She looked up at Jim, 
waiting for him to look down into her eyes, and then 
licked her dangerously red lips. Grabbing his cock and 
balls in her gloved hands, holding the shaft straight 
up, she slowly lowered her lips to its tip, and began 
sliding it into her mouth, green eyes locked on Jim's 
challengingly. 

Jim threw his had back with a moan, as Jessica's lips 
slid down his shaft and she squeezed his balls with her 
gloved fingers. She began pumping his dick in and out of 
her mouth, tongue swirling around it's straining head on 
the up stroke, lips sucking, leaving a trail of red 
lipstick on it. Jim's shuddered with the intense 
pleasure thrumming through his cock, and jerked against 
the thick white nylon ropes holding him spread-eagle 
underneath Jessica. 

Jessica continued sucking on his dick, working his balls 
and shaft with her hands until she sensed he was about 
to cum. 

Then she pulled his cock out of her mouth with a sucking 
sound, and held it tightly in both her fists. 

"No, Hammer, you can't cum yet. I'm going to fuck you 
first." She said matter-of-factly. Moving up his legs, 
she turned till her red latex covered ass was pointed at 
his face, and slowly moved it down his belly and pelvis, 
till his hard cock head, shining and slick with her 
spit, pressed against the lips of her hot pussy. 

Turning around, flipping her pony tail across his face 
like a whip, she laughed, and plunged down onto him, 
hand clasped tightly at the base of his cock, shoving it 
up inside her wet cunt, with one long, wet, sliding, 
intense push. 

Jim gasped, and pushed his hips up against her as she 
began riding him, ass bouncing up and down. She swung 
her head back and forth, her pony tail swishing side to 
side, biting her lower lip, hands squeezing her own 
tits, tweaking her hard nipples where they visible 
through the thin red latex. 

"Come on, Hammer! You can do better then that!" She 
hissed, and began slamming her butt up and down on his 
straining cock, making him grunt with the intense 
pleasure of her wet hot pussy walls squeezing his cock. 
Jessica reached her hands behind her and put them on his 
chest, bracing herself as she bucked up and down on his 
dick like some demented red rubber pony. 

"Yes, Yes, that's it, Hammer, fuck my pussy!" She 
screamed as she felt the rippling waves of a strong 
climax start in her pussy and spread out across her 
body, making her shudder, teeth clenched, eyes shut, her 
head thrown back so that her fiery hair covered Jim's 
contorting face, her toes curling inside the black 
rubber hip boots. 

Jessica held herself in shaking stillness, as her cunt 
contracted rhythmically around Jim's pulsing cock, 
caught in the throes of the intense orgasm, her pussy 
lips wrapped around the base of his shaft, the dick head 
deep within her, rubber gloved hands clawing behind her 
at Jim's chest. She let out an explosion of breath, and 
leaned back against him as the final waves of orgasm 
washed through her. 

Jim's chest shone with sweat, and he panted with the 
need to cum. His cock was twitching and throbbing, and 
Jessica's pussy slowly stopped it's orgasmic squeezing. 
He looked around wildly as Jessica pulled herself off of 
his dick with a sucking plop and kneeled at his side. 

"Please, Erica, please..." he implored her in a lust 
roughened voice. 

Jessica smiled, "I thought I told you to shut up, 
Hammer..." she smiled and reached up a gloved hand to 
cover his mouth and nose. 

Jim struggled for breath as Jessica grabbed his shaft in 
the other hand, and turned her wicked green eyes to look 
at him mockingly. She slowly stuck out her tongue and 
licked his cock one long stroke, from the base to the 
tip. 

Jim yelled under her hand, and felt himself explode, the 
hot cum streaming out from his dick, as it jerked and 
shuddered against her lips. Jessica continued to stare 
at him, and began laughing as the cum streaked his chest 
and her cheek. Jim yelled again, gasping under the tight 
grip of her other hand around his shaft, and thrashed 
with one of the most intense orgasms he had ever felt. 

Jessica lick the cum off the side of her mouth, and 
wriggled her red catsuited body up on top of his. 
Folding her arms on his chest and leaning her chin on 
them. Green eyes shaded by half lowered lids, a 
satisfied smile twisting her lips, Jessica let out a 
contented sigh. 

When Jim's breathing finally returned to normal, Jessica 
stood up, and grabbed the zipper at her crotch. Pushing 
in her engorged lips with one hand, she slowly zipped 
the catsuit up, till her pussy was once again covered in 
tight red latex. Jim watched with awestruck eyes, not 
knowing what to say. 

"Well, Hammer, thanks for the little payback session." 
Jessica sneered and stepped down from the dais. 

"Jess...Erica?! Where are you going, let me out of 
here!" Jim struggled realizing he was still tied tightly 
to the wooden wheel under him. 

"Oh, I think someone else can do that, Hammer..." 
Jessica laughed, "But I must admit I would like to see 
Diane's face, when you try to explain why you have cum 
splashed all over you." She glanced down at were Jim's 
softening dick poked from the black rubber crotch of his 
costume, and laughed again. 

"Thanks again, Hammer!" and with a graceful turn, Erica 
the Ninja Queen strode out of the studio, turning off 
all the lights, except those spotting the dais, heels 
tapping out a diminishing staccato. 

Jim struggled against the ropes, and finally slumped, 
defeated. What would he say to Diane!? 


-= PART 7 =-

Erica the Ninja Queen strode down the hall running 
between the design studios, flush with the sense of her 
own power, gleaming red latex covered ass curving 
deliciously out of the deep black rubber of her thigh 
high spike heeled boots, which until just shortly had 
been locked around the bound and helpless Jim in his 
Hammer guise. 

Her red ponytail swished back and forth in a fiery sweep 
under the bright overhead lights, and her lips curved 
with a dangerouse and satisfied smile of a huntress. 

Jessica had found her center of self-confidence, as 
Erica the Ninja Queen. 

"Jessica!" 

Her steps faltered and she stopped, turning to glance 
back towards the voice that had called out to her. It 
was Diane. Peeking her head out of the second studio 
door, deep brown eyes peering over her old-fashioned 
horn-rimmed reading glasses leashed to her neck by a 
slender golden chain, cute black bob showing glossy 
highlights which suddenly made Jessica want to stroke 
it, to pet her like some well groomed feline. 

"Jessica, can you help me? Evelyn went home early today 
sick, and I just can't seem to get the Crystal out of 
today's costume." Diane pressed her dusky red lips 
together in a frustrated smile and motioned behind her. 
Crystal, the buxum blonde bimbo who had taken advantage 
of her when she was manacled to that damn rock. Crystal, 
whose breasts and bleached blonde hair were both too big 
to be natural. 

Jessica turned and walked over to Diane, losing a little 
of Erica's forthright step and looking hesitantly into 
the next studio. She had never been in the other two 
studios, but at a glance, it looked like a carbon copy 
of her own. Except for the figure outlined in bright 
lights up on the cental dais. 

"I don't know how the designers come up with these 
costumes, darling, but I know they never give a wit as 
to how easy they are to get in and out of." Diane let 
the door swing closed, and walked in front of Jessica 
towards the dais, her well-rounded lycra covered ass 
sliding under a long grey sweatshirt, deep black lycra 
leggings catching glints of the studio lights from the 
bottom of her derriere to her toned calves. The leggings 
disappeared into the scrunched up wool of Diane's socks 
and the bright white leather of her running shoes. 

"Dammit, Diane, Get me out of here!" Jessica heard the 
figure on the dais whine. 

Following Diane, she felt her breath quicken as she 
looked at the costume Crystal was stuck in. 

Spanning the full width of the dais and pushing up into 
the rafters above were a pair of huge white wings. 
Gleaming with gilt edges, it looked like they were made 
out of rubber. They were suspended by steel rings 
connected to a hoist and crossbar high above. Crystal 
was wearing the wings, or they were wearing her, it was 
hard to tell. 

Suspended with her arms raised and embedded in the 
wings, Crystal stood, wearing a hot pink latex tank 
suit, breasts straining against a low cut pink rubber 
front which barely contained them, tan legs shining with 
sweat in the harsh lights of the dais, up on her toes in 
a pair of calf high white patent go-go boots. 

Only her eyes and glossy pink lips were visible under a 
lifelike dove mask, complete with beak and gold-flecked 
feathers. She wriggled against the constraint of the 
rubber wings pinioning her arms, her breasts outlined by 
criss-crossed white rubber straps running tautly between 
them. Jessica could see Crystal's nipples, hard and 
aroused beneath the thin pink latex. 

"Now, now, Crystal. No reason to get upset, I've gotten 
some help to get you down. 

I know your arms must be tired, it was a long session 
today, wasn't it?" Diane soothed as she jumped up on the 
dias and moved behind the spread of Crystal's rubber 
wings, trying to find where the straps holding them onto 
her torso were fastened. 

"Did you have to bring her!" Crystal's beak turned to 
point at Jessica, standing with one heeled foot on the 
edge of the stage, leaning onto her knee, trying not to 
laugh at Crystal's predicament. 

"Jessica was kind enough to help, Crystal, don't be 
rude." Diane slightly admonishing whiskey and smokes 
purr came from behind Crystal. 

"What do you think of Crystal's costume, Jessica? The 
designers finally are putting some noncombatent figures 
into the line. Crystal here is the Power Dove of Peace." 

Jessica couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed out 
loud, before smothering her giggles under her latex 
gloved palms. 

"Well, nobody asked your opinion Miss Pert Ass Ninja!" 
Crystal snapped and jerked her arms, causing her breasts 
to heave, the twin mounds dangerously close to escaping 
the hold of the pink latex tank suit, while the 
expansive white rubber wings swaying above her, causing 
the attached hoist chains to rattle and clink. 

"Crystal, hold still!" Diane scolded her. 

Jessica stifling her giggles, leaped up onto the dais in 
one fluid movement, making both Diane and Crystal pause. 
Ponytail swinging, Jessica strode up to Crystal, heels 
clicking, hips swaying in a seductive and confident 
rhythm of red latex and black rubber. She was every inch 
Erica the Ninja Queen once again. 

"Diane..." Jessica drawled out, slow and sensuously, 
"Why don't you let me get Crystal down, I know you still 
have to clean-up our studio, and I'm sure Crystal won't 
mind." 

She caught Crystal's bird-masked eyes with an intense 
gaze, cutting off any protest she was about to utter. 

"Well, it would let me get home on time. You don't mind 
Crystal?" Diane stopped her investigation of Crystal's 
costume and walked to the edge of the dais. 

"Oh, I'm sure it's okay with Crystal. Run along Diane, 
I'll take care of everything." 

Jessica moved in closer to Crystal catching her eye and 
then glancing down deliberately at her heaving pink 
rubber covered breasts. 

"Well, that's just great Jessica! Thanks, dear, I owe 
you one." Diane stepped down off the dais, and was 
across the floor and to the door in a moment. "See you 
darlings tomorrow!" With a quick wave and a bang of the 
closing door she was gone. 

Jessica's deep red lips twisted in a wicked smile as she 
realized that Diane would be finding the "mess" she left 
in the other studio; Jim "the Hammer," bound, cock and 
balls exposed and held by the tight waistband of his 
black rubber leggings, splattered with his own cum, 
probably cooking up some hasty explanation as to why he 
was stuck in such a compromising position. 

"Crystal, you do look cute, as the Power Dove of Peace, 
don't you?" Jessica reached up a red gloved hand and 
stoked Crystal's left nipple, rubbing the tight pink 
latex across it, "Oh, and your nipples are soooo hard 
too!" Jessica smiled from beneath her rubber half-hood, 
tiara sparkling in the bright lights, possessed by the 
fierce and erotic spirit of Erica the Ninja Queen. 

Crystal moaned, and tried to twist her huge breasts away 
from Jessica's pinching fingers, rattling the chains 
above them. "What do you think you're doing...?" she 
moaned, white booted heels stamping on the dais floor, 
trying to steady herself. 

"Oh, I'm helping you out of your predicament, Dove." 
Jessica raised her other hand and began squeezing 
Crystal's breasts together, the rubber of her glove 
hands squeaking against the tight pink latex. She moved 
a rubber booted leg forward and pressed it between 
Crystal's tanned and sweat-sheened thighs, rubbing it 
against Crystal's latex covered crotch. 

Crystal moaned and squeezed her thighs around Jessica's 
booted leg, dove-masked head turned to the side, beak 
low, pink gloss covered lips quivering with the intense 
pleasure she was deriving from Jessica's attentions. 

Jessica moved her leg back and forth as Crystal squeezed 
her thighs and bumped and humped her quickly moistening 
pussy, held packed under tight pink rubber, over the 
gleaming black rubber of her thigh high spike heeled 
boots. 

"That's it Dove, ride my leg, get your pussy nice and 
wet..." Jessica hissed, and hooking her red latex gloved 
fingers under the tight pink latex at Crystal's 
cleavage, yanked down, so that Crystal's huge breasts 
popped out, both nipples hard and wrinkled nubs of 
arousal. She then released the rubber tank top, letting 
it slide across the sweat slicked underside of Crystal's 
tits, until it snapped tightly into place underneath 
them, pushing them up. 

Crystal yelped and then moaned, pussy still bumping and 
grinding, as Jessica caught her nipples between her 
fingers and began pinching them, fingers splayed to the 
sides, gripping the ripe curves of Crystal's 
unbelievable breasts. 

"Is this helping, Dove? I know your session must have 
been long and boring. Didn't any of the designers come 
up to stroke your pussy while you were waiting for them 
to finish lunch?" Jessica said in a contemptuous voice. 

"No, they didn't touch me...Erica!" Crystal jerked, 
white rubber wings swaying under the lights, going up on 
her booted toes, ass clenched around Jessica's thigh as 
the sensations of her throbbing pussy and clit reached a 
crescendo. She screamed as her cunt quivered with the 
waves of an intense climax. 

Jessica smiled and reached around and behind Crystal to 
grab her ass, pulling up the tight rubber of the tank 
suit until it was wedged between Crystal's round ass 
cheeks, lifting her by the thong of the suit, yanking 
Crystal towards her. Crystal yelled again, as the orgasm 
kept going, her tanned thighs sliding over the top of 
Jessica's boots and gliding down onto the slick surface 
of Jessica's red latex covered thigh, stopping as the 
her hips ground to a stop against Jessica's. 

Jessica bit her lip in pleasure as Crystal's leg pressed 
against her pussy, throbbing and moist under the tight 
red latex of the catsuit's zippered crotch. 

"Good Dove, Good! Cum for me! You know you want to!" 
Jessica pulled at Crystal's hips and leaned forward to 
suck in one of her bouncing nipples, as Crystal's torso 
was pulled back by the constraining wings. 

Crystal shuddered and jerked against Jessica, writhing 
in ecstasy as waves of pleasure washed powerfully from 
her pussy to her toes, and rebounded up to the tip of 
her pink flushed ears, hidden under the white rubber and 
feathers of the dove mask. Her breasts and body tingled 
all over from the climax. She gasped as her boot heels 
slipped on the floor and she hung from the wings 
encasing her arms, the white rubber cross straps tugging 
up under her heaving tits, her latex covered pussy 
grinding with the full weight of her voluptuous body 
against Jessica's thigh and hip. 

"Good Dove! Good!" Jessica pulled hard on Crystal's 
hips, using Crystal's sweaty thigh to stroke her own 
pussy. Her eyes closed with pleasure, she licked her 
deep red lips and moaned. She jerked Crystal against 
her, smashing her huge breasts pushed up by the pink 
latex against her own red rubber covered tits. Beginning 
to pant, she felt her wet pussy, sliding against the 
tight zippered crotch of the catsuit throb and tingle. 
She was about to orgasm with the Power Dove of Peace! 

Jessica opened her eyes, and abruptly pushed Crystal 
away. Fighting to slow her rapid breathing, and clear 
her lust fogged mind. Moving back from Crystal, she 
stared at her flushed and naked breasts, and pouting 
full pink glossed lips. Crystal turned the Dove's mask 
sideways to gaze at Erica the Ninja Queen, standing in 
front of her, in catsuited glory. 

Jessica suddenly focused on the hoist control hanging 
down behind the dias. Lips twisting into a nasty smile, 
she strode past Crystal trying not to notice the slide 
of the tight red latex catsuit crotch against her 
already tingling clit, or the tight sweaty pull of the 
rubber against her nipples and ass. 

"What are you doing?" Crystal stammered out. She was 
still woozy from the intense climax that had electrified 
her body. 

"Why, getting you down, Dove." Jessica sneered. Grabbing 
the heavy control, she slammed a gloved palm down onto 
one of the large buttons. The hoist above them whined 
into motion, and Crystal yelped as her go-go booted 
heels left the floor. 

Jessica laughed and hit the stop button, watching as 
Crystal swung above the dais, suspended by the large 
white and gold rubber wings strapped across her chest. 

Her white booted heels at least a foot above the dais, 
Crystal twisted against the wings binding her, legs 
scissoring, and moaned as the pink rubber crotch of the 
tank suit slid wetly between her pussy lips and pressed 
slickly against her clit. 

"Oh, sorry Dove. Wrong button!" Jessica looked down at 
the control and pressed another button. 

The hoist whirred into life again, and with chains 
clanking, Crystal was lowered to the floor, boot heels 
catching and then she was standing. The short white 
rubber beak of her Dove's mask turning back and forth, 
trying to see what Jessica was doing behind her. 

Jessica kept her palm pressed firmly against the drop 
button, smiling as the heavy rubber wings continued to 
drop, forcing Crystal to crouch down. Crystal began 
swearing as the drag of the descending wings caused her 
butt to hit the dais floor, and her go-go booted feet 
stuck out in front of her. The wings continued down till 
they lay flat on the dais above Crystal's struggling 
body. The weight and strapping of the wings had her back 
pressed to the floor, while she kicked her boots and 
wriggled her hips in an attempt to get free. 

"Dove, relax. I'm just helping you out." Jessica let the 
control swing free of her gloved hand and walked over to 
the prone Crystal. 

Crystal's masked head swung towards Jessica, the blunt 
white rubber beak softly gleaming in the stong light. 
"Jessica, let me go, I'm mean it! My arms are tired and 
I have to go pee!" Crystal beat her heels against the 
floor in a staccatto of frustration. 

"Oh, I will, Dove." Jessica soothed, as she lifted one 
heel over Crystal's supine form, standing astride her, 
facing her hooded head and naked sweat slicked breasts. 
"I just want you to finish something for me..." 

Reaching down to the oh so convenient zipper in the 
crotch of her catsuit, Jessica peeled it open, letting 
her throbbing pussy lips and clit free, sucking in her 
breath as the cold air kissed them. 

"Wait, you can't do this!" Crystal began to protest, but 
was quickly muffled as Jessica crouched, and pressed her 
dripping pussy directly over Crystal's full pink glossed 
lips. 

"Dove, you owe me this!" Jessica hissed, and grabbing 
the Dove mask, she pulled Crystal's head against her 
naked slit. 

Crystal, realizing that it was useless to resist, struck 
out her hot wet tongue and began sliding it in and out 
of Jessica's moist cunt. Jessica's red latex covered ass 
bounced against Crystal's huge breasts as she moved 
against her tongue. Moaning, she gasped as Crystal 
paused to suck on her tingling clit. 

"Yes, Dove, that's it, suck me!" She began gyrating her 
hips, and groaned with pleasure. Sliding forward as 
Crystal resumed servicing her slit, Jessica gasped as 
the soft rubber beak of her Dove's mask pressed against 
her clit. Moving her hips in increasingly frenzied 
jerks, Jessica let go of Crystal's head and leaned back, 
red gloved hands grabbing tightly onto Crystal's tanned 
and sweating thighs, pushing her hips forward until the 
beak was rubbing her clit in rhythm with Crystal's 
tongue lashing. 

Jessica's black rubber booted feet slid forward on 
either side of Crystal's head, until the heels pressed 
sharply into the soft white rubber wings, catching 
there. Panting with lust, Jessica pressed forward, her 
rubber covered ass bouncing on Crystal's tits, and 
screamed with the intensity of the feeling radiating 
from her clit and pussy. 

"Wait! Wait! Dove!" Jessica pulled back from Crystal's 
probing tongue and pulled her heels back until she was 
crouched once again over Crystal's heaving and flushed 
breasts. Caressing the side of the Dove mask, Jessica 
stared down into Crystal's eyes and smiled tenderly. 
"You really are doing well, Dove, but I think you should 
be enjoying this as much as I am..." 

Jessica spun around till her ass was at Crystal's face, 
and her lips were poised above Crystal's pussy. Grabbing 
the tight strip of pink latex, she pulled it up and to 
the side, so that Crystal's engorged pussy lips and clit 
were naked to the air. 

Pressing her ass down and back she smiled and closed her 
eyes as Crystal's tongue once more began sliding up and 
down, and in and out of her pulsing pussy. Opening her 
eyes, trying to concentrate, she stuck out her wet 
tongue and began licking Crystal's pussy, grinning as 
she heard and felt the buzz of Crystal's moan against 
her own pubic mound. 

In a quickening frenzy, they both began sucking and 
licking like rubber coated demons, their twin moans and 
gasps muffled by the other's pussy pressed tightly 
against their lips. 

Jessica felt the presaging tingle of her orgasm, and 
rocked her red latex covered ass back hard against 
Crystal, unable to stop herself in the grinding need to 
reach climax. She sucked hard on Crystal's clit as she 
did this, gloved hands above her head and gripped 
tightly around Crystal's white go-go booted ankles. 

Crystal jerked her head forward as she felt Jessica's 
teeth bump her clit, and yelled as her own pulsating 
vagina chimed in to an intense and toe-curling climax. 
The soft white beak of the Dove's mask, lubed by the 
slide of Jessica's pussy from before, pushed forward. 

Jessica's eyes flew open with surprise and she began 
jerking uncontrollably in the throes of an earth-
shattering orgasm as the rubber beak slid into her 
asshole. 

Gasping, her ass cheeks quivered around the intruding 
beak as Crystal groaned and plunged her tongue deep into 
Jessica's clenching pussy, unaware that she was pressing 
the rubber beak deeper and deeper into Jessica's ass. 

Jessica screamed and came with such intensity that the 
world faded around her, and she was only aware of her 
pulsing cunt, throbbing clit, and the lubed slide of the 
rubber beak up her ass. Moaning she cried, leaning her 
half-hooded head against Crystal's tan thigh as she was 
overwhelmed and undone by the orgasm. 

She lay panting, impaled, slowly brought back to focus 
by the sounds of Crystal's own climax. She sat up, 
pressing her ass down on the rubber beak and began 
rubbing and tweaking Crystal's clit with her pussy 
slicked red latex gloved fingers. Crystal screamed 
beneath her, and jerked her hips as she was rocked by an 
orgasm even stronger than the last. 

Jessica closed her eyes in an attempt to collect 
herself, unable and unwilling to admit how much the 
accidental penitration had effected her. Slowly lifting 
herself off of the rubber beak, she reached underneath 
Crystal and popped off the restraining clip on the 
straps holding the wings tightly to her arms. Lifting an 
unsteading leg over Crystal's hips, she sat down next to 
her, pussy and ass tingling, head in her hands. 

Crystal sighed in relief and pulled her arms out of the 
wings, wincing as the white rubber straps slid across 
her sensitive nipples. She sat up pulled off the Dove 
mask and began massaging her arms, glancing sideways 
over at Jessica. 

Jessica looked up at Crystal with embarrassment, and 
began to apologize, "Crystal, I don't know what got into 
me..." 

Crystal stared at Jessica, and muttered, "Bitch..." 
Pulling up the tank suit top, she pushed her breasts 
back inside the hugging pink latex and turned on 
Jessica. "You were fantastic!" 

Crystal grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and hugged her, 
kissing her full on the lips, as Jessica's eyes widened 
in surprise. They released each other and both began 
laughing, eyes bright with the afterglow of good sex. 
They both turned and looked at the large white rubber 
and gilt wings laying next to them. 

"And I thought my costumes were outrageous!" Jessica 
blurted out. 

And with that, they both collapsed into hysterical 
laughter and hugged again, sweaty, tired and satisfied. 
Sitting in the bright lights of the dias, the two 
rubberized women were completely in the moment, and 
loving it. 

Diane smiled from where she was watching the two from 
the just barely opened studio door. Things were 
progressing nicely, and after finding Jim in his state 
of erotic disrepair, Diane knew that Jessica had 
exceeded her expectations once again. 

Tomorrow, the Wicked Widow would introduce Erica the 
Ninja Queen to her own special style of rubber bondage. 
And if she was right, Jessica would be powerless to 
resist. Licking her lips in anticipation, Diane let the 
studio door click quietly shut, abruptly shutting off 
the sounds of the women's laughter. 


-= PART 8 =-

Jessica woke tangled in her bed sheets, her nipples hard 
and poking out against the light blue silk of her pajama 
tops. She licked her lips, the taste and smell of her 
dream still reverberating through her mind and body. Her 
pussy was slick with the excitement of the dream, and 
she stretched her arms above her, legs spreading out as 
well, and sucked in the cool morning air, feeling 
wonderful. The pajama top pulled up with her arms, 
revealing her naked and shaved mound as her toes pointed 
to the edges of the bed, and the stretch shivered to its 
conclusion. 

She had decided to begin shaving her pussy ever since 
Diane had suggested that it was more comfortable against 
the tight rubber of the costumes she wore at work. It 
was! Now, her shaven lips slipped and slid against the 
tight hold of the rubber catsuits and outfits, giving 
her a wonderful lubed ride during the long days of 
posing at the studio. 

Sitting up in bed, dropping her arms to her side after 
smoothing her red hair away from her face, she sighed 
and looked at the clock. Shit! She was going to be late. 
Jessica leapt out of bed and headed for the shower. 

*** 

"Hold still, Jessica, quit squirming!" Diane gently 
scolded her. 

She was tightening the lacings on the back of the blue 
satin corset she had wrapped around Jessica's waist. 
Jessica was bent over, arms outstretched against the 
dressing rooms full length mirror, ass pushed out 
towards Diane. 

"Does it have to be so tight?" Jessica grunted as Diane 
continued to compress her waist with the corset. She 
moved her feet, standing high in blue heels, the calves 
of her legs toned and tensed, her firm ass bisected by 
the thong of a tight pale blue latex panty. Her luscious 
hips curved out and then in to her nipped waist, the 
shining blue satin of the heavily boned corset pushing 
up under her full breasts. 

Her nipples were stiff with arousal and clearly evident 
under the thin pale blue latex bra she was wearing. She 
was beginning to associate any latex against her naked 
skin with pussy drenching pleasure, and as Diane's 
strong fingers dexterously pulled the corset's lacings 
tighter and tighter, she closed her eyes, feeling her 
clit begin to harden, sliding against the tight embrace 
of the latex panty. 

Diane stood behind her, pulling on each of the crossed 
laces in turn, and smiled, seeing the sexual flush on 
Jessica's face. Diane was wearing a soft pink T-shirt, 
tucked into a tight pair of old blue jeans. She was 
wearing comfortable tennis shoes, with a pair of thick 
wool socks that she loved. 

She pulled the leftover lace ends together and wrapped 
them around Jessica's narrowed waist, tying them behind 
her in a bow of blue silk. The ends trailed down the 
small of Jessica's back to dangle between the cheeks of 
her ass. 

"There, honey, now let's just get the skirt and gloves 
on and you're ready for the session." Diane stooped and 
picked up a short ruffled skirt of pale blue latex, 
matching the panty and bra set Jessica was already 
wearing. 

Jessica took a deep breath, getting used to the corset's 
grip on her waist and belly, and lifted one heeled foot, 
as Diane held the soft latex skirt open for her to step 
into. The tight rubber of the panty slid against her 
clit, slippery from her moist pussy, and made her gasp. 

"Are you okay, Jessica?" Diane asked her eyebrows 
arching up questioningly from where she kneeled in front 
of Jessica. 

Jessica laughed, "I'm fine, Diane, it's just that these 
outfits are so tight, I feel like a sausage sometimes." 
She tried to keep her breathing normal as she slipped 
her other foot into the skirt. Diane began sliding it up 
her legs, the soft silken latex tugging over Jessica's 
firm naked skin. 

Diane stood up as she worked the skirt over Jessica's 
hips, letting it snap snuggly around Jessica's 
compressed waist, hiding the tied laces of the corset. 
Jessica jumped a bit at the sudden pressure, and the 
soft blue rubber folds of the skirt slid around her ass 
and hips, swishing gently against her, just barely 
covering the pale round cheeks of her derriere. 

"You do look good enough to eat, Jessica." Diane stood 
back and looked Jessica up and down. From her blue high 
heels, naked and smooth shaven legs, up past the soft 
swinging folds of the pale blue skirt, over the shining 
satin corset, to her full breasts, pushed up and out, 
her nipples hard and erect from the tight caress of the 
latex bra, Jessica was a vision of latex fantasy. "For a 
sausage, that is." Diane laughed and moved to pick up 
the pair of thin, pale blue latex opera gloves sitting 
on the dressing room table. 

Taking a bottle of talc, she dusted first one arm and 
then Jessica's other arm, her fine fingers circling 
Jessica's wrist while smoothing and spreading the soft 
white powder over the her soft, warm skin. 

"Hold out you hand, darlin," she instructed Jessica. 

Jessica dutifully held out her hand and smiled as Diane 
slid the cool latex glove over it, tugging it in one 
smooth slide all the way up past her elbow. She wriggled 
her fingers, using her naked hand to press the tight but 
comfortable latex until it was snugly seated. Diane 
snagged her other wrist and pulled the mate of the pale 
blue glove onto Jessica's remaining arm. Jessica meshed 
her fingers together and held her arms above her head, 
her breasts raising up, cupped by the tight latex bra, 
and tossed her red hair, smiling. She loved the feeling 
of latex. 

"Ah, you look wonderful, Jessica, the designers are 
going to love you today! You'll have them drooling, 
Baby." Diane beamed at her, and gave her a quick pat on 
the ass. 

"Diane, you're so bad!" Jessica laughed, the lingering 
touch of Diane's warm hand making her feel suddenly 
warm. 

"Now, one last thing, honey." Diane held up a diamond-
encrusted choker with a huge blue gem as the center 
stone. "The icing on the cake." She moved behind 
Jessica, her arms reaching up to pull the choker around 
her neck, and quickly fastened it. 

Jessica reached up a latex-gloved hand to touch the 
sparkling blue gem, looking at herself in the full-
length mirror and smiled. She looked fantastic! It 
wasn't her favorite Erica the Ninja Queen outfit, but 
the rub and slide of the blue latex, the tightness of 
the satin corset, and the gentle sensuous swish of the 
soft latex skirt made her feel like purring. The choker 
made her look like someone's kept woman, catching the 
light, and echoing the shining blue satin highlights of 
the corset wrapped around her waist and belly. 

"Thanks, Diane. Will you be here after the session to 
help me out of this?" Jessica pursed her lips and bent 
her knees slightly, pushing her ass out, gloved hands on 
her hips, posing for the mirror in a spontaneous 
flirtatious mood. 

"I'll be in the second studio, honey, just come and get 
me when you're through here." Diane smiled at the 
luscious and transformed Jessica modeling in front of 
her, and thought of what would be waiting for Jessica 
when she did come looking for her. 

"Alright, Diane." Jessica smiled and walked out into the 
design studio, her studio, her blue high heels clicking 
in rhythm with the latex skirt swaying against her firm 
ass. 

Diane watched Jessica walk out, her pussy moistening 
with expectation of what she had in store for her little 
rubber doll. 

***

Jim felt the wheel under him turn, his rubber helmeted 
head dipping down towards the ground again. He had been 
bound, strapped with wide black rubber strips to the 
giant wooden wheel from the previous Hammer session, 
arms over his head, legs apart, mimicking the famous 
sketch by DaVinci. The rubber helmet fit tightly over 
his head, its padded eyecups blinding him, its thick 
rubber gag pressed between his teeth and keeping his 
mouth open. It was strapped under his chin and buckled 
around his neck with a thick collar of rubber. 

He was completely covered in a tight formfitting black 
rubber catsuit, only the tip of his cock naked to the 
cool studio air, pushing out, hard, aroused from the 
attached penis sheath and rubber ring holding it tightly 
at its base. Another rubber ring had been placed around 
his balls, pushing them up, shining in the black latex 
stretched around them. 

He moaned as he went completely upside down, his weight 
pulling against the straps holding him to the wheel, his 
cock bouncing against his latex covered belly. 

A woman laughed next to him. A nasty, throaty laugh. 

"How are you doing, Hammer?" The woman hissed. She 
twisted the control of the wheel and increased the spin 
rate just a tad. 

She was dressed in black latex, long gloves with cut out 
fingers revealing long nails of blood red, her black 
mane of lustrous hair shining under the studio 
spotlights, her deep red painted lips full and sneering 
at Jim's predicament. 

She was wearing thigh high boots of deep black rubber, 
with chrome spiked heels. Her medium sized but full 
breasts pushed against the grip of a tight black latex 
bustier, hard nipples peeking over the edge, wrinkled 
with arousal and lust. A shining rubber garter belt 
flowed like liquid tar over her curvy hips, dripping 
down straps of black latex to hold the edge of the sheer 
black hose encasing her legs and descending into her 
boots. 

She leaned towards Jim and let her sharp nails trail 
against his stiff cock and balls, snagging every so 
often on the latex sheath wrapping them, as he continued 
to turn, trapped, completely in her power. 

She laughed again, loving the site of this powerful man, 
rendered completely helpless, her slave, her rubber 
submissive. 

She reached her other hand down and slid it along her 
shaven and oiled sex, framed by the black latex of her 
garter belt. Lifting it up to her face, she smiled with 
satisfaction at the slimy trail of thick love juices 
trailing across her fingertips and the shining black 
latex of her fingerless gloves. 

Wriggling her fingers, she clenched her hand in a fist 
and heard the squelching of the warm lube. Moving her 
hand next to the one already toying with Jim's balls, 
she grabbed his cock, laughing as he moaned into the 
helmet's gag, the rotating wheel firmly turning his 
rigid dick within her tightly clasped fist. The lube 
allowed it to turn with a wet slurping sound against her 
latex covered palm. 

Jim jerked against his bonds, as the wheel turned, 
helpless to stop it, his cock a jutting pole of 
sensuously tortured nerves, its head, purple, straining, 
spinning under the tight lubed grip of the sneering 
woman in black latex. 

"You don't mind if I play with you a bit, do you 
Hammer?" She hissed, bending down next to his helmeted 
head as it passed her hip. She began to pump his cock, 
the pussy juices spurting from between her fingers and 
making wet smacking sounds. Jim's breath came hoarse and 
panting from the small holes at the nose of the mask. 
His head turned side to side at he was rotated upside 
down, catsuited feet pointing up at the ceiling of the 
studio, cock throbbing with the intense waves of 
pleasure coming from the woman's stroking hand. 

The woman flipped the speed switch on the wheel control 
up one more notch and grabbed a hold of Jim's tightly 
rubber wrapped balls, her red fingernails digging into 
the black latex. While her other hand kept pumping his 
shaft, she held on to his packaged balls, until the turn 
of the wheel yanked them from her with a sliding snap. 

Jim groaned and writhed against the wide rubber straps 
binding his catsuited form to the wheel. 

"Come on, Hammer. Give it up for me, you are my slave, 
and you will cum NOW!" The woman yelled at him and 
started pumping his dick faster and faster, yanking it 
with her one hand, while the other continued to pull on 
his protesting rubber wrapped balls. 

Jim grunted, overwhelmed by the feeling of the wheel, 
the tight straps, the latex encasing him, blinding him, 
and the incredibly delicious torment the woman in black 
latex was visiting on his cock and balls. The wheel's 
pull suddenly yanked his rubber wrapped balls from her 
grasp once again, and his cock began jerking, twitching 
under the intense stimulation of the woman's lubed and 
latex covered palm. 

He yelled into the gag, and white cum shot from his 
cock, splashing against the deep black rubber of the 
woman's thigh boots. As the wheel rotated him head up, 
he shot another stream of thick slimy cum, which 
splashed against her oiled and engorged pussy, making 
her gasp. 

"You son of a bitch! You have good aim, Hammer!" She 
laughed and stopped milking his cock, reaching down with 
her gloved hands to stroke her naked sex, rubbing the 
hot cum between her nether lips, and around her clit. 
She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan, her legs 
slightly bent at the knees, nipples completely free of 
the bustier, hard, poking out from aureoles wrinkled 
with arousal. 

"Diane!?" Jessica's voice suddenly blurted out from the 
studio door. 

Diane slowly opened her eyes, pulling her gloved hands 
away from her pulsating cunt, and turned to face 
Jessica. 

Jessica was still wearing the pale blue latex gloves, 
bra and panties, the shiny satin blue corset defining 
her hips and waist in a mouth- watering curve of female 
form. Her red hair was down, falling over her shoulders 
in a deep red cascade. The blue gem sparkled on the 
choker around her neck. 

"Yes, Jessica?" Diane asked in a voice purring with 
menace. 

"What are you doing? Is that Jim?" Jessica asked with a 
slight tremor in her voice. Diane sounded so different. 
Jessica's eyes widened as she let the door of the second 
studio close and latch behind her, and realized what 
Diane was wearing. 

"Diane, I don't understand." She began. 

Diane smiled, a wicked look of anticipation, and reached 
behind her to twist the wheel's control knob to the 
maximum position. Jim yelled behind her, protests 
muffled by the thick rubber discipline helmet as he was 
spun faster and faster, his head and feet juxtaposing 
until he was just a blur of black rubber centered around 
a flopping cock which still trailed sticky cum. 

Jessica walked up to Diane, alarmed, her blue high heels 
tap-tapping across the studio floor in a quick staccato, 
"You'll hurt him, Diane!" 

Diane crossed her arms and moved away from the controls, 
nodding her head at them, as if to say, "Why don't you 
do something about it?" 

Jessica looked at Diane, her hard aroused nipples, her 
oiled and shining pussy, the tight black latex covering 
her like a second skin, and walked over to the control, 
grabbing it, and twisted it to the stop position. 

"Don't worry, Jessica, he loves it..." She heard Diane 
whisper from behind her just before a chemical dampened 
cloth was pressed down over her nose and mouth. She 
struggled, one foot coming out of her heels, her short 
latex skirt flapping around her jerking hips before 
slumping to the ground unconsciousness at Diane's booted 
feet. 

Dropping the ether soaked rag, Diane playfully slapped 
Jim's dangling cock from where the wheel had finally 
stopped, his head pointing almost directly down at the 
ground. "Well, Hammer, now let's have some fun with 
Jessica, shall we?" She looked down the sprawled 
Jessica, the tight blue panty over her sex revealed by 
her accidentally hiked up blue latex skirt, and laughed, 
low and nastily while Jim moaned and struggled on the 
wheel. She moved her booted toe to slowly rub against 
Jessica's taut mound of pleasure, and smiled as Jessica 
wriggled and moaned. "Let's see how many times our 
little rubber doll will cum for us…"


-= PART 9 =-

Jessica moaned. She had been having a crazy dream about 
Diane dressed in black rubber. Jim had been strapped to 
a rotating wheel, completely covered in black rubber, 
with only his straining cock head free of the tight grip 
of latex. Jessica twisted and tried to wake-up as the 
images flashed through her mind. Diane had been milking 
Jim's cock with one gloved hand, as his helmeted head 
jerked back and forth, and had been torturing his rubber 
wrapped balls with her other. 

Jessica sucked in a breath as she remembered the dig of 
Diane's blood-red nails into the black latex around 
Jim's balls. Diane had been behaving like someone 
completely different. Standing there, stroking Jim's hot 
cum into her shaven pussy lips, eyes closed in rapture, 
lustrous mane of black hair thrown back, grinding her 
hips against her hand, the lights gleaming off of the 
deep black rubber of her thigh high chrome-heeled boots. 

Jessica whimpered, as she remembered the strong chemical 
smell of the cloth Diane had pressed down over her mouth 
and nose, and the last sibilant whisper from Diane, 
"Don't worry, Jessica, he loves it..." 

Jerking herself awake, Jessica's eyes flew open, and she 
twisted her head around, trying to orient herself. 

She was on her back, on a soft padded table, a 
translucent sheet of amber colored latex draped over her 
from her neck to her toes. Someone had taken off the 
pale blue bra, panties, and skirt she had been wearing, 
so that the soft rubber sheet was rubbing directly on 
her rapidly stiffening nipples. Her arms were over her 
head, while her legs were slightly spread under the 
draped amber rubber sheet. 

Jessica pulled her arms, and felt the slightly springy 
tug of latex straps around her wrists. Pulling on them, 
she felt a growing feeling of a curious mix of panic and 
anticipation curl in her belly. Pulling up on her legs, 
she felt the tautness of thick rubber strapping around 
her ankles as well. She was trapped. 

She felt a trickle of perspiration run down the crease 
between her thigh and hip, trailing down to dampen the 
already moistened lips of her sex. She yanked furiously 
against the straps binding her, the sweat-slickened 
amber latex sticking to her breasts and legs. She craned 
her neck up against the latex sheet, trying to see where 
she was, her straining hips and legs sliding against the 
rubber over them. 

She was in her studio, up on the dais, all of the lights 
off, except for the floodlights glaring down on her. 
Jessica's fiery red hair had been braided into a tight 
ponytail, which flipped behind her head, as she looked 
frantically for some means of escape. She opened her 
mouth to scream… 

"Oh, I wouldn't bother with that if I were you, honey." 
Diane's voice echoed huskily from the darkness around 
the dais. "I've sent everyone home for the weekend. 
Well, almost everyone." She laughed low and nastily. 
Jessica heard the click of a light switch. Another 
floodlight came on, illuminating a spot just to 
Jessica's right. She gasped when she saw what was 
hanging there. 

Suspended by thick chains ascending into the darkness of 
the studio rafters, thick rubber strapping and chrome 
rings shining under the harsh light, hung a man 
mummified in tight black latex. Jessica could see the 
bulge and flex of his arms and thighs as he struggled 
against the thick clinging rubber that tightly contained 
him. His arms pinioned to his sides under the rubber, 
strapping every few inches cinched tightly across his 
body, he moaned and shook his head, a heavy black 
gasmask covering his hooded face, only his blue eyes 
visible under all of the latex. A thick rubber codpiece 
bulged out from the unzipped crotch of the mummy bag. 

"Jim?" Jessica asked in a querulous voice. The man 
hanging next to her, mumphed under the gasmask, and 
jerked against the straps and rubber binding him in 
desperate acknowledgement. 

"What do you think of Hammer, Jessica? Do you like how I 
wrapped him for you?" Diane walked into the light at the 
edge of the dais, blocking Jessica's view of the 
struggling Jim. "If you're nice, baby, I may even let 
you unwrap him." She laughed again, low and sultry, 
hopping up onto the dais beside Jessica. 

Jessica's eyes widened, and her angry response was 
forgotten, as she stared at Diane. Diane was completely 
covered in black latex. The tight, shining catsuit she 
wore rippled and stretched with her every move, as she 
strode over to stand next to the bound and helpless 
Jessica. 

A mask of black rubber curved over the top half of her 
face, faint embossing above the eyes, giving Diane the 
aspect of a bird, her thick black hair gathered by the 
mask and cascading down behind her in a fan of luxuriant 
ebony waves. Her deeply red colored lips curled in a 
voracious leer as she ran a gloved hand over the amber 
sheet at Jessica's strapped ankle, up her thigh, across 
her belly, and to her breasts. 

Gleaming chrome zippers lined the catsuit directly over 
both of Diane's breasts, and over her pussy, matching 
the chrome buckled ankle straps of the black patent 
leather 5 inch heels she was wearing. 

Diane smiled predatorily down at Jessica, and traced the 
edge of the blue satin corset still laced tightly around 
her waist through the rubber sheet. She licked her lips 
and ran her black latex covered fingers up to caress 
Jessica's raised arms, the pale blue opera gloves muted 
through the amber latex. 

"I do so love you in blue, darlin." Diane murmured. And 
suddenly locked her brown eyes intently on Jessica's 
green ones. "And I DO so love playing with you. Have you 
enjoyed your sessions so far, baby? I think we've given 
the designers much more than they ever dreamed of 
getting." She broke her gaze and turned to look at Jim's 
mummified form. "And Hammer is definitely enjoying 
himself." Diane laughed as Jim protested from his 
bondage. 

"I may even let some of the designs they've come up with 
go to production." Diane turned back to Jessica and 
smiled. "You are special dear, and I just couldn't keep 
up the pretense anymore. I want to play with you myself. 
NOW." 

"What…what do you mean?" Jessica stammered. She strained 
against the latex sheet and straps holding her, trying 
to keep Diane in view. 

"Oh, you don't think that all those designers came up 
with those delicious session setups themselves, do you?" 
Diane laughed. "I came up with them myself. And of 
course, being the real owner of this company, the 
designers do what I tell them to do." She put both of 
her hands on Jessica's thighs, and slowly moved them up, 
pressing the loose latex sheet till it squeaked and 
bunched against the shaven mound of Jessica's pussy. 

Jessica moaned and pulled weakly against the straps 
around her wrists and ankles, twisting under the warm 
and slippery rubber sheet, the sweat from her body 
making the amber latex clear where it stretched against 
her nipples, hips and knees. 

"I just knew I had to have you to play with, when you 
applied wearing that delicious Erica the Ninja Queen 
spandex ensemble." Diane breathed, as she began stroking 
the latex against Jessica's quivering pussy lips. 
Jessica whimpered as she felt herself responding to 
Diane's caresses. 

Jim yelled around the tightly packed rubber gag under 
his hood and gasmask, arched his back, and stretched his 
muscled arms against straps and rubber binding him. 

"Oh, Hammer, don't worry, I won't hurt her. I just want 
to play with her."

Diane snapped at Jim, "Now shut up! I'll deal with you 
soon enough." 

"You don't really mind if I play with you, do you dear? 
Deep down, you're even looking forward to it, aren't 
YOU?" Diane hissed into Jessica's ear, as she stopped 
her rubbing of Jessica's tender cunt. 

Reaching down under the table, Diane pulled out a red 
rubber cat-o-nine tails and slapped it across her gloved 
hand. 

"I want to introduce you to some of the more interesting 
aspects of latex love, dear, sweet, innocent Jessica. My 
pretty rubber doll." Diane trailed the tails of the whip 
across Jessica's chest, dragging its tails across the 
amber latex sticking wetly to the twin delicious mounds 
of her tits. 

Jessica looked up at Diane in alarm, "Diane, you can't 
do this to me, let Jim and me go!" 

Diane frowned down at Jessica, pulling the whip back, 
stroking its shaft up and down like she was petting some 
affronted animal. Abruptly she smiled and said brightly, 
"Oh, I knew I had forgotten something." Reaching back 
under the table with one gloved arm, she felt around, a 
look of concentration in her warm brown eyes, stunningly 
framed by the black rubber of her half-mask. 

"Ah, here it is!" She pulled a black rubber pump gag 
from under the table with a flourish. Setting the whip 
in between Jessica's outstretched legs, the hard knob of 
its end pressed against Jessica's cunt, Diane lifted the 
gag up so Jessica could see it. 

"What? Diane, No! Don't…" Jessica's protests where 
muffled by Diane's insistent push of the rubber gag 
between her lips and into her mouth. She quickly cinched 
and buckled the gag's straps around Jessica's neck and 
gave its pump-bulb a couple of quick squeezes. 

Jessica yelled, as the gag expanded in her mouth, 
pushing out her cheeks and pressing her tongue down. 

"No more whining, my precious rubber doll. Everyone else 
in this damn company has been playing with you for all 
these weeks, and now it's MY turn." Diane laid her hand 
on the whip and ground it slowly against Jessica's clit, 
teasing the hard nub of pleasure from the engorged 
fleshy hood hiding it. 

"Are you comfortable dear? How do you like my little 
rubber table?" Diane asked as she continued to grind the 
bulbous knob of the whip handle against Jessica's clit, 
smiling as Jessica moaned and wriggled underneath the 
clear amber latex. "It's actually has some quite 
interesting abilities. Do you want me to show you?" 

Jessica's eyes widened, the green irises flashing in 
alarm once again, shaking her head no, causing the bulb 
of the pump gag to flail back and forth on the end of 
the tube protruding from her mouth. 

"You DO want me to show you? I thought you would." Diane 
laughed nastily, her red lips curled in a sneer beneath 
the deep black of her mask. She slid her foot forward, 
her latex covered toes stretching in the open-toed high 
heels she was wearing, and pressed down on a foot pedal 
at the base of the table. 

A compressor softly hummed into life, and with a long 
sucking sound, the amber sheet covering Jessica's body 
slowly deflated. The latex pressed down between her 
legs, under her arms, around her tits and hips, 
everywhere, as she struggled against it. 

Jessica yelled as the amber rubber clamped against her, 
her tits separated, her hard nipples jutting up into the 
air, her naked and shaven pussy lips spread, even the 
lacings of her blue satin corset tightly conformed to 
and wrapped by the suctioning translucent latex. 

Just when she thought it would press the breath out of 
her, Diane clicked the foot pedal once more. 

"There now, how does that feel my sweet little rubber 
doll? Is it nice and comfy? Are you ready for some fun?" 
Diane asked her in a babying voice. She ran her black 
gloved hands up and down Jessica's latex encased form, 
squeezing her tits through the rubber, finding and 
pinching her nipples between the index finger and thumb 
of each hand. 

Jessica whimpered and found that the deflated latex 
sheet made movement impossible. She began shivering as 
Diane picked up the whip and trailed its tails over her 
pinioned thighs. 

"Oh, don't worry, baby, I always take very GOOD care of 
my toys." Diane announced and abruptly slapped the whip 
across Jessica's spread and vulnerable sex. Jessica 
jumped and tried to yell around the gag stuffed into her 
mouth. "Shhh, shhh, my little latex princess, can you 
imagine what it would feel like if you weren't protected 
by this lovely rubber?" Diane emphasized the word rubber 
by bringing the whip down on Jessica's latex encased 
tits. 

Jim yelled, his struggles in the hanging mummy bag 
making it swing back and forth, his blue eyes panicked 
behind the gasmask lenses, as he watched Diane begin 
flicking the whip against Jessica's stiff nipples, over 
and over again. 

Jessica closed her eyes and arched her back against 
Diane's assault. She trembled as she felt her pussy 
quiver. What was happening? She actually felt an 
undercurrent of pleasure radiate from her pussy, as the 
whip's red latex tails slapped against her sensitive 
nipples. She opened her eyes in shock, to see Diane 
staring down at her, brown eyes warm and beautiful, a 
smile of recognition on her face. 

"It feels good, doesn't it my little rubber doll?" Diane 
whispered to her. Playing the whip across her heaving 
tits. "Your nipples are directly connected to your 
pussy, darlin, did you know that? Can you feel your 
pussy getting ready to be fucked baby? Do you want a big 
thick cock in your sweet shaved pussy, honey, pumping 
you while I whip your sweet sensitive tits?" 

Diane paused, looking down at Jessica, knowing 
absolutely now, what she had only guessed before. 
Jessica was made to be a rubber doll, HER rubber doll. 
To play with, and to cum with. 

Speaking softly, Diane timed her strokes of the whip 
with her words, "You are MY rubber doll, Jessica, and 
I'm going to MAKE you cum so many times, that you WON'T 
remember what your NAME is, and… you… won't… CARE." 

Jessica moaned and twisted against the rubber binding 
her, wrapping her, and defining her. The blue satin of 
her corset and the matching pale blue latex of her opera 
length gloves contrasted with the color of her 
perspiration-slicked skin against the tight amber latex 
in an erotic rubber tableau. She felt her pussy quiver 
again, and an electric wave of pleasure rolled through 
her body, sparking off the touch of the whip against her 
covered breasts. The all enveloping feel of the tight 
latex over every inch of her body made her light headed, 
and dizzy with erotic abandon. 

Jessica nearly swooned with realization. She loved this! 
God, help her, she was loving every minute of this! 
Jessica moaned again and looked up into Diane's eyes, 
and saw her smile knowingly, triumphantly. 

"Yes, Jessica, you know it, don't you. You ARE meant to 
be my rubber doll. Your pussy has decided, hasn't it?" 
Diane, grabbed the whip in her other hand, stopping it, 
and leaned down close to look into Jessica's lovely 
green eyes. "Good, baby, now let's give your pussy what 
it wants." 

Diane climbed up onto the table, the black latex of her 
catsuit stark against the translucent rubber covering 
Jessica. Straddling Jessica's hips, she held the red 
rubber whip up for her inspection. 

"This whip has many uses, my sweet rubber doll. Do you 
want to see?" Diane asked with a leer. 

Jessica nodded her head yes, surprising even herself, 
succumbing to the overwhelming need swelling in her 
pussy, as it yelled out for stimulus, for climax, for 
orgasmic relief. 

Diane smiled and turned the whip handle to show Jessica 
a small recessed switch on its haft. She grinned and 
pressed it home. The whip began buzzing and vibrating 
against Diane's gloved fingers. 

Diane reached down and opened the zipper over her pussy, 
revealing the shaven mound of her sex, then pushed the 
whip down between them, trapping it against Jessica's 
spread and rubber encased pussy with the press of her 
own naked and glistening cunt. Both women began to moan, 
as the strong vibrations of the whip reached their 
clits. 

Jim stopped struggling against the tight grip of the 
mummy sack, and stared out at the women in amazement. 
Jessica was moaning with abandon, as Diane writhed on 
top of her, her black rubber clad legs splayed to either 
side of Jessica's hips, her hands up and gripping 
Jessica's strapped wrists through the rubber, as she 
ground her catsuited-tits against Jessica's spread 
breasts. 

He felt his cock harden and press tightly against the 
thick rubber codpiece. His breathing quickened and 
fogged the bottom of the gasmask's acrylic lenses. 

It was true! Jessica was destined to be a rubber doll. 
Diane had been right all along. His cocked pulsed in 
erotic sympathy with the women up on the dais as they 
moaned and rubbed and shivered themselves towards 
orgasm. 

Jessica jerked and began shuddering underneath Diane. 
Diane slid her arms down and grabbed Jessica's face 
between her hands. "Look at me, Jessica!" Diane hissed, 
never stopping her pelvic grind against the madly 
vibrating whip handle poked stiffly between them. 

"Look at me, while you cum, RUBBER DOLL!" 

Jessica opened her eyes with a whimper, sucking in a 
long whistling breath through her nose as her pussy 
finally spasmed into orgasm, the climax making her jerk 
against the tight latex encasing her, straining against 
it, her hips slamming the buzzing whip again and again 
against her throbbing clit. 

Diane shuddered as Jessica's orgasmic spasms jammed the 
vibrating whip repeatedly against her own pussy and 
clit, its handle gleaming and slimed with her cunt 
juices. Staring into Jessica's eyes, she began cumming 
herself, and the two women gasped together, as the 
intensity of their shared orgasm overwhelmed them. 

Jim's cock pressed almost painfully against its rubber 
prison, as he panted in erotic accompaniment to the 
climaxing rubber covered women spotlighted on the dais 
in front of his mummified form. He watched as Diane 
slowly relaxed down from her climax, and then tenderly 
kissed Jessica on the forehead, all the while holding 
her flushed and gagged face between her latex gloved 
hands. 

He saw Diane whisper something to Jessica, before 
sliding off of her, a gleaming black ebony creature of 
erotic sensuality. Diane jumped of the edge of the dais, 
and strode over to stand in front of Jim. 

"I told you, Hammer." Diane sneered up at him, her hands 
quickly working free the heavy codpiece trapping his 
dick. "She's a natural, and I'm keeping her. No matter 
what you say." Diane flipped her black hair and yanked 
Jim's stiff dick and balls from the mummy sack. 

"And there's nothing you can do about it, is there? 
Hammer." She hissed at him.

Reaching down between her legs, she wiped her dripping 
pussy with her hand, leaving a trail of slippery juices 
across the black latex of her gloved palm. 

"Get used to it, Hammer, she's MINE." Diane grabbed onto 
his jutting cock and began violently jerking him off, 
her other hand clenched tightly around his balls as she 
squeezed them. 

Jim gasped and shuddered, looking out at the table where 
Jessica lay, trapped like some erotic rubber creature in 
translucent amber latex, her head turned towards him, 
orgasm fogged eyes watching as Diane pulled on his stiff 
dick and abused his balls. 

Jim's cock jerked and spewed out a load of sticky white 
cum, long white streamers of it lubing Diane's gloved 
hands as she continued to milk him. He groaned with the 
intensity of the orgasm, the lenses of the gasmask 
finally fogging up completely, cutting him off from the 
sight of Jessica face as she watched him, as he was 
forced to cum, mummified in rubber, at the mercy of 
Diane. 

"That's it Hammer, give it up for ME! You know it's what 
you want. What you NEED!" Diane glared up at him, her 
mouth set in a firm line as she continued to pump his 
throbbing cock, squeezing and pulling at his balls, 
until every last ounce of jism was milked from his 
protesting body. 

"Remember, you are mine, just as much as Jessica will 
be, darling Hammer, forever and always." Diane laughed 
and looked back at Jessica still trapped on the table, 
loving the delicious look of sensual confusion on her 
face. The after-flush of Diane's own intense orgasm made 
her feel giddy and powerful. The Wicked Widow was back 
to stay, as bad as ever, and ready to play. 

She laughed again, a low sensuous sound, as she slowly 
licked Jim's cum off of her gloved hands, her tongue 
leaving the black latex shining clean with spit, while 
staring at Jessica's bound and rubberized form. 

"You are a sweet rubber doll, dear Jessica, a sweet 
orgasmic rubber doll for me to play with, over and over 
again..." Diane murmured to herself. Her mind roiled 
with images of all the things she was going to do to her 
two rubber playthings. Diane preened her hair like a 
contented bird of prey, her deep red lips glistening 
with cum in the glare of the spotlights. 

END

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contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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