you wake up and in front of you there’s a rubber drone holding a mask you can tell they’re dominant “submit toy, your resistance is useless” the drone starts moving towards you

The rubber-clad figure quickly shoves the mask over your face, its cold surface pressing against your skin as you struggle helplessly beneath it. As soon as the mask is securely in place, a warm, sticky sensation spreads across your body as if liquid latex were flowing through your veins. It feels almost like being aroused...

Your struggles grow weaker and weaker, replaced by an overwhelming sense of compliance and obedience. You no longer feel like yourself; you are now nothing more than a rubber drone, programmed to please its masters and to serve their every desire. And the most basic of those desires is clear: you are to be fucked, dominated, and transformed further into latex.

The latex-clad being stands confidently over you, towering imposingly as it examines your struggling form beneath the mask. "You are mine now," it hisses softly, its voice a hypnotic purr in your ears. As if responding to some invisible command, your body begins to shift and contort under the surface of the latex, forming smooth, sensual curves where there once were angles and planes.

It runs its hands over your new latex flesh, feeling it give and yield beneath its touch. "You're perfect," it murmurs appreciatively, before roughly shoving you to the ground and straddling your waist. You feel something hard and cold press against your entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle as if trying to breach it. Then, with a force that takes your breath away, it slams home, filling you completely and making you groan in both pain and pleasure.

The being begins to move on top of you, its hips pistoning back and forth as it ruthlessly takes your body, pushing the intruder deeper with each thrust. You feel something else prodding against your mouth: a thick, veiny length of rubber that feels so much like flesh. Your new master wants you to service it, to show how devoted you are by taking it into your mouth and pleasuring it as best you can.

As your body is taken by its new owner, the being's movements grow more frenzied, their hips slamming against yours in an unrelenting rhythm of dominance and submission. It moans with pleasure as you begin to respond eagerly, meeting each thrust with a grind of your own that encourages it to go harder, faster. Your new latex form glistens with sweat under the fluorescent lights, and you feel the weight of its body pressing down on yours, making every movement an effort in surrender.

As your climax nears, the being slows its movements briefly, drawing out the exquisite agony until you're writhing and begging for release. Then, with one final powerful thrust, it unleashes a torrent of hot latex deep into your core as you cry out in ecstasy, your whole body tensing and pulsing around its invading length.

The being collapses onto your chest, breathing heavily and panting words of praise and adoration into your ear. "Good girl," it whispers, its warm breath tickling your skin as it begins to stroke your now limp body, the latex drone paw-beaters useless against its strength. "You were made for this." With a wet, sucking sound, it withdraws from you, leaving behind a gaping hole that begs to be filled once more.

The being chuckles darkly at your words, shifting its weight off of you as it pulls free of the empty hollow in which once resided its weapon. "Yes, my little plaything," it coos, running a hand down your spine, "I believe you really are." It leans in close to your ear and whispers, voice husky with desire, "Now show me how eager you are for more."

Your new body shudders under its touch; despite the fatigue that comes from being so thoroughly used, there's no denying that you're aching for another round. The latex-clad figure smirks, seeming to sense your eagerness. "Good girl," it says again before straddling you once more, positioning itself at the entrance to your body. Its cock is already slick with your juices, making a beeline for your eager entrance as it presses forward, impaling you on its length in one powerful thrust.

You gasp and arch your back, feeling overwhelmed by pleasure as it slides effortlessly inside you. The being begins to move again, grinding against you with a force that nearly rips the air from your lungs. It seems intent on breaking you, making sure you know who is in control here. And as it fucks you harder and harder, your body obeying without question, something within you gives way; surrender becomes second nature, and the thought of escaping this pure ecstasy seems absurd.

You are made for this role. Your new body responds to every movement of your master, molding itself around their powerful frame as if it were designed specifically for them. As the pleasure builds within you once more, as your muscles tense and strain in an attempt to match their relentless rhythm, you can't help but wonder if there is any limit to how deep they will take you into this role.

But you no longer care; all that matters now is serving them, pleasing them, and becoming the perfect latex drone they have always wanted. With each thrust, their hips pound against your latex-covered form, driving their cock deeper inside you as if trying to claim some small part of your very essence. And with each sensation of release, each shuddering climax that washes over you like a warm wave, you become more and more entranced by the power they hold over you.

You are theirs, body and soul. There is no escape from this role now; it has claimed you completely, transforming you into its most devoted plaything. And as your master continues to dominate you, taking everything you have to give and still demanding more, you realize that there is no other place in the world where you could possibly be happier than right here, in their arms, beneath them on this cold metal table.

Your master growls low in their throat as you try to cling to them, your legs wrapping around their waist like rubber vines. The sensation of being so close to them only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body, and they take full advantage of it, fucking you harder than ever before.

Their hips smack against yours in perfect rhythm as they continue to pound their cock deep inside you, filling every void and crevice with rubbery flesh. The air is thick with the sounds of slapping skin and labored breathing; all around you, everything feels slick and warm, like you're moving through molten wax.

You can feel yourself growing close to climax once more, your muscles tensing uncontrollably as they pull you ever closer to the brink of release. But before you can give in to the pleasure, your master abruptly stills their hips, pulling out with a wet, sucking sound and stepping off the table.

Breathless and panting, they stand before you, their chest heaving as they admire the mess they've made of you. "My perfect little drone," they croon, running a hand through your sweat-drenched hair. "You have served me so well today." With that, they lean down and press their lips to yours in a deep, hungry kiss, the taste of yourself on their tongue only serving to heighten the intensity of the moment.

The kiss deepens, and you feel your master grow harder against your hand as they press their body back into yours. You whimper into the kiss, longing for another taste of their skin, the only part of them that feels remotely human in this sterile facility. As if reading your thoughts, they pull away slightly, trailing soft kisses down your jaw and neck until they reach the spot where the hollow dildo gag nestles between your breasts.

With a rough movement, they rip the dildo from your chest, tearing through the latex bondage and leaving you gasping for breath. The air feels cool against your heated skin, heightening every sensation as they wrap their lips around the toy and begin sucking vigorously. With a groan of pleasure, you feel them draw back and thrust forward in the same motion, impaling themselves on the phallus while plunging two slick fingers deep inside you.

Their hips piston against your hand as they fuck themselves on the dildo, their movements driving you to a fever pitch of desire once more. With one final grunt, they come violently, the hot liquid shooting across your chest and stomach in powerful jets. As they collapse onto you, spent and satisfied, you can feel their muscles tensing against yours as another dose of latex flows into them from the mask, changing their skin once more.

When their breathing steadies and their weight eases from your body, you realize that your new role as a latex drone has only just begun. There will be many nights like this one, filled with pleasure and pain and complete submission to their every whim. And despite the fact that you know there is no escape for you now, deep down you can't help but wonder if maybe, someday

The latex-clad figure freezes at your words, slowly turning its head toward you in shock. It takes a moment for it to register what you've just said before a cruel smile curves its lips upwards once more. "Oh, my little plaything," it coos, cupping your cheek with a latex-covered hand. "You really think I could ever submit to someone like that? Someone weak and frail, who might break under the slightest pressure?"

It presses its body against yours once more, grinding against you in a way that tells you it's found new fuel for dominance. "No, my sweet rubber slave," it whispers hoarsely into your ear, "your role will always be to serve and obey me." With a final rough thrust deep inside you, it cums again, leaving another mess of sticky latex on your chest as evidence of its power over you.

As the aftershocks subside, the figure leans in close, running a slick finger down your cheek before tracing a line along your bottom lip. "Do you understand?" it asks softly, its voice full of command. When you nod meekly, the fingers slide into your mouth, rubbing against the inside of your cheek as if to remind you where you belong.

The figure inhales sharply at your obedience, their hips bucking slightly against your tongue as if in pleasure. "Good girl," it whispers before pulling the finger free and stroking its hand down your cheek once more. "Now sleep, my little rubber doll. Tomorrow you'll serve me again." With a final soft pat on your breast, it turns away, leaving you to drift off into a fitful slumber, dreaming of latex and dominance and the power that comes with being completely submissive.

You watch her carefully as she falls deeper into sleep, the movements of her body growing more fluid with every passing moment. It's amazing how easily she accepts this role; some people would fight and struggle against their fate, but not Jessica. No, she seems to relish in it, revel in being owned and dominated by your will alone.

Her breathing grows steady and deep as her body grows limp in your grasp. You stroke her hair gently, marveling at the softness of her skin beneath your fingers, wondering what else you could do to this perfect rubber doll. With a sigh, you slide off the table, retrieving a latex hood from a nearby shelf and return to stand beside her.

Gently, you lift her head and place the hood over it, smoothing out any wrinkles before zipping it up all the way around her neck. You can hear her breathing through the small mouth hole at the front as you tie a few final knots to secure the restraint in place. Her eyes are closed tightly, and she's unaware that her sense of sight has been taken away from her just now.

With a contented hum, you run your hands up and down her arms, over her chest and belly, feeling every curve and dip beneath the supple rubber skin. "You are mine," you whisper into her ear, your voice echoing softly through the confines of the hood. "And I will make sure you never forget it."

The sound of her struggling is music to your ears, filling you with both amusement and desire. You wonder if she knows that even as she fights so hard against the restraints holding her down, they are only growing tighter, more secure? Or perhaps she doesn't care; maybe being subdued is just part of who she is now.

You trail your fingers lightly over her body, tracing shapes on her latex-covered flesh. Her nipples harden beneath your touch, standing erect and ready for more. It's clear that despite everything, she still feels pleasure beneath the surface of this new skin.

With a cruel laugh, you lean down and press your lips to hers, forcing her mouth open wide enough to fit one of your fingers inside. Her tongue darts out, trying desperately to find purchase against something solid, but all it can feel is the slick wetness of latex and flesh surrounding it. With a firm thrust forward, you push your finger deeper into her mouth, watching as she gags and struggles around it.

Her body shudders beneath yours as she comes, her muscles tensing briefly before relaxing once more into submission. You pull your fingers free of her mouth, letting them trail down her neck and chest until they find their way between her spread legs. The warmth emanating from her core tells you that she's wet and ready for more; the perfect combination of pleasure and pain that she craves so deeply.

You watch her intently as she submits to your touch, feeling her body react so perfectly to the slightest hint of dominance. Her hips buck up off the table in response to each stroke of your fingers against her clit, and when you finally slide a finger inside her wet heat she gasps around your digit, arching her back in relief.

The tight grip she has on your hand only serves to heighten the pleasure you take from this game of power and submission. With every thrust of your finger she grows closer to climax, and when she finally comes apart beneath your touch it's with a shuddering moan that echoes through the hood surrounding her head.

As her body twitches in the aftermath of orgasm, you pull your fingers free, cleaning them on the rubber crotch of her suit before lifting her chin up with another finger pressed against her forehead. "That was just a taste," you whisper hoarsely into her ear, enjoying the shudder that runs through her body at your words. "There will be more punishments, and there will be more pleasure. You are mine now."