The Auton Menace by Rubbermatt
Just when you think the Autons have been vanquished ….
Auton:Rebirth
A new form, a new imperative, hide in plain sight and wait ….
Elegant, poised, anticipating …
“Hey big tits, you have no idea how good you have it, do you? Just stand around looking gorgeous all day while I’m here restocking shelves on a Friday evening.
Ugh, get a grip Elle, getting jealous of a mannequin because she’s got a bigger rack than you. Would be nice to have tits like that though.
Or better yet, someone else with tits like that, and I could just bury my face in their cleavage.” siiiggghhh
“Stupid 80s movies putting ideas in my head, it’s not like a mannequin will magically come alive and shove her tits in my face like a young Kim Cattrall. Mores the pity.
C.mon Elle, focus, this is the last load, get this done then home, wine, movie, wank, whatever ….”
ominous music
Did I just hear …. damn Vickie for bunking off early, we’re not supposed to work on our own.
And that useless sodding security guard is in his shack watching porn again.
There was a scent of latex and perfume, a squeak behind her, then strong arms wrapped around Elle, a slick hand clamped tight over the terrified girls mouth, the scent of latex & perfume getting overpoweringly strong, making her head spin ….
Elle tried to struggle, but there was more than just perfume in her assailants scent, her vision greyed at the edges & dimmed, her limbs becoming leaden.
She managed one last faint, stifled sobbing scream and passed out.
uuggghhh where am i? shit i can’t move
stripped, bound & gagged, who the hell did this, why ….
oh …. oh my god … it’s the big tits mannequin i was talking to … this can’t be happeningMMPPPHHHMMMMNNNN!
don’t shush me you rubber weirdo .. what’s she doi … oh … undressing ….
is she going to take off the suit … but that’s not a suit, there’s no seams, no openings ….
is it a living mannequin or ….. oohhh her hands are warm and soft, she’s alive, but …. sealed somehow?
i don’t understand …. mmmm she’s slick and warm, straddling me … she’s going to have me and i can’t stop her …
helpless, bound, dominated by a latex woman …. it’s like a fantasy coming true …
ooohhh my rubber goddess … it’s like you’re reading my mind, knowing exactly where to touch me ….
scared and excited at the same time i’ve never been this turned on before … you feel so good against me …
do i feel as good to you, my nylon sheathed legs squirming between your thighs … you smell so good, your scent driving me wild, plugging straight into my libido …..
oh goddess yes, yes … your touch is like heaven …
Bound, gagged, helpless, pinned beneath the latex goddess grinding in her lap, struggling for air with her face pressed deep between those luscious rubberised breasts ….
hhhmmmnnnnn mmmmhhhhnnnnnnmmm MMMMMHHHHNNNNN!!!Nothing like a little breast smothering breathplay to get a girl hot under the collar.
Elle had never felt so helpless before in her entire life. It wasn’t just the duct tape bondage, the rubber mannequin was so much stronger than her, and utterly implacable.
Mewling, writhing & puppy dog eyes were to no avail, the vulcanized woman was going to use Elle’s face to masturbate with, and that was that.
Muffled squeals filtered out from between the rubber dolls glossy thighs as long clever fingers sought out the bound girls secret places and drove her to brain melting orgasm after brain melting orgasm …..
The mannequin stroked her hair and face, the room smelt of latex, perfume and sex.
Hardly surprising, Elle mused drowsily, making faint muffled kitten noises, she made me squirt, my tights are soaked.
was that the equivalent of a last cigarette? is this the bad part now?