Cynthia’s Plight by Explicit Cryptid
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Cynthia groggily awoke, inching up against the wall, confused, dazed, scared, cold and naked. She had no idea where she was, no matter how long she looked around nothing looked familiar to her at all. She slowly got up onto her feet, completely baffled. “Huh…is it morning? Why am I naked!?!…..Did I drink last night?” she spoke aloud, partially dazed still.
She began to rub her head, itching her long golden locks, curiously examining the bleak gray room she was now stuck inside of. While she was so focused on looking all around, she didn’t even notice the mechanical hands that now swarmed around her, four latching onto her limbs, holding her still while strange spray nozzles rushed in, spraying her down with an ice cold black liquid that instantly hardened against her body, becoming almost like a second skin.
She jerked her arms and legs around, trying to pull away, wincing at the harsh cold feeling of the substance that was being sprayed onto her. She thrashed her hands around, the nozzles taking extra care to coat her hands in as much of the substance as they could, the material forced her hands to clench into fists, making them nearly useless, unable to move her fingers as her hands now formed black rubbery balls.
“Hey! What’s going on? It’s cold! What are you doing?!” she demanded, trying desperately to pull away but the machinery wouldn’t budge, holding her completely still. “Man she sure does complain a lot….” a voice chimed in from above through a speaker. She looked up to it, the substance now having coated her entire legs, moving up her body quickly.
The substance was odd, it was black, cold, and clearly come kind of latex, like the type used on fetish sites or something. Only, this wasn’t a suit, this wasn’t just figuratively painted on, this was LITERALLY painted on! It felt cold and strange, it still let her move and feel, she wasn’t quite sure what the purpose of this stuff was other than some fetish attire or something.
“Do you know who I am? Explain this or I’m going to HMPF!” she was cut off as a large ring was shoved into her mouth, holding it perfectly open, her tongue wiggling out while the nozzles began to spray down her face. “Uh! Oh-ih! Uahee!” she groaned out, trying in vain to spit the ring out before it was sealed in the latex. “Sadly we will never know what you are going to do” another, sterner voice came in through the microphone.
The ring was now a part of her face, the latex spray locking it perfectly in, making them her new lips, leaving her mouth wide open and her tongue flapping and wiggling desperately, trying to make a single word.
Cynthia let out an animalistic moan, feeling two large tubes insert themselves into her holes, she looked down to see her entire body coated in the black latex, the vibrators just now lodging fully inside of her waiting body. She tried to yell and scream but it came out as nothing more than muffled moans. The nozzles moved all the way up her face, two hands putting pitch black colored contacts into her eyes right before they were coated in a layer of latex.
Her face had no detail save her wide open mouth and her, now black, long iconic hair. She reached up and rubbed at her face once the arms let her go. “HHaahhhh? Whuu…hhgggaa!” she tried to scream, trying to make idle threats, shaking her fists violently at the direction of the PA system.
The man in charge nodded his head, flipping a switch and activating her vibrators, she nearly fell over, moaning in unwanted pleasure, the toys shook her to her very core, bringing her just to the brink of orgasm only to stop right before it, then to repeat the process over and over again.
Cynthia was trapped, head to toe, in a black latex prison, unable to see, talk, or fight. She spit so much while screaming, trying to claw at her new outfit, but her clenched fists wouldn’t let her, she rolled around, spasming on the ground in vain both out of desperation and unbearable pleasure.
Three days later, Cynthia rolled around on the floor, clutching her head and moaning like an animal as her vibrators were turned onto full blast. “Did she eat something?” the stern voice asked, audibly to Cynthia, though she was much more preoccupied. “No, but she still sometimes flails around trying to free herself” the meeker voice came in. Cynthia knocked over her plate of food, bucking her body wildly against the ground, unable to handle the immense pleasure anymore.
Nearly a full year passed by, her ‘training’ was going exceptionally well, it took nearly the whole year but she had come to at the very least oblige by her new role, falling into her status as a willing obedient toy that her master uses whenever he was stressed out. In that time her outfit got a few upgrades, her latex coated hair was resprayed to appear at it’s original color, her torso was colored white to look like a one piece suit, and a few Team Galactic logos were coating her body, letting everyone know she was THEIR property.
She heard her master come in and walked over to where the door was, getting on her knees for him and looking right where she thought he would be. He walked inside, leaning against the door, admiring his pet with a look of satisfaction. “Hey pet!” he called out “eh?” she responded obediently, “Have you read today’s newspaper?” he dropped a copy in front of her “…uh-uh” she mumbled out, almost having completely forgotten how to read since her suit blinded her.
Her master let a grin spread across his face, he could hardly contain his joy at how had tamed her so well, she listened to his word as law at risk of another incident with her toys. “Of course you didn’t, you can’t read” he sighed, feigning disappointment, but really grinning to no end. “It said they stopped searching for that old champ who disappeared last year and declared her for dead. Did you know her?” he asked sternly, ready to hear the words he was waiting for.
She didn’t answer him for a solid minute, sitting completely still, the last of her will and resistance fading completely away “Answer!” he barked out, ready to punish her if she didn’t “…uh-uh” she responded soon after, fully accepting her new place as his permanent toy. “Good pet!” he chuckled placing his hand on her head. “Now play alone for a bit. It’s time for our organization to step into the daylight!” he clenched a fist, slamming the door shut behind him, but not before turning her vibrators back onto max, taking in the noise of her thrashing and flailing, practically begging to cum already. But he would never let her, he needed her…hungry…