[Latex, Scent, Brainwashing, Femdom, Stuck-in-Suit]

“You sure the rookie knows where our hideout is? He was really green, and barely followed directions.”

“He’ll make it. He showed a lot of potential, we just have to iron it out.”

Two young men were huddled around a round table, as a barely functioning lamp kept the surface illuminated. As much as they didn’t want to hide away in such a small cramped locale, it’s not like they had many options. Especially considering the current environment and everything…

Both of them had only just picked up the act of thieving for the sake of getting rich and living comfortable lives. But that didn’t mean that they had many opportunities to steal anything. All thanks to the laws that had been enacted just a short while ago…

The City Council made it clear that chemical assaults were viable in the ongoing war against crime, as long as the ones that were being attacked were not killed by the attacks. And… After that, the streets did get a lot cleaner.

Not because the criminals like them were actually apprehended or anything. At least, not according to the news. But there were a lot more strange people lurking around up above. People that seemed to enjoy latex a lot more…

“Say, Dave…” The more nervous of the two thieves spoke up, taking a sip from the partly shattered glass that he had on hand. One of the few ways to drink besides directly from the bottle, considering the state of their little hideout. “Humor me here. What if all that latex stuff that’s been going on is connected to the new law in some way?”

Dave shook his head. “Even if you’re right, what does that matter? We’re not going to let ourselves get caught, Matt. We’re just going to get the money we’re interested in, we’re gonna get out, and we’re gonna find a way to live our lives comfortably. It’s that simple.”

“I guess, but it’s not like we can keep a low profile if we keep thinking of how to rob the City Bank.” Matt spoke up, as he scratched the back of his neck. He still wasn’t sure about all of this. Especially since security had been amped up the last time he scoped the place out. Not only that, but there were way more of those latex-clad chumps… All of them wearing a gas mask too, that seemed to just be connected to their body…

A knock echoed from the door leading into their hideout. Then another. Then three quick knocks. Then one slam, probably from the palm of a hand hitting the door. That was the password…

“Told you he was brighter than it seemed.” Dave said with a smirk, as he snapped his fingers. “The door should be open now, kid. C’mon in. We’ve got new tasks for you.” He said with such a proud look on his face. Ready to teach this newbie everything he knew, so that they could really get going. That way, their lives would unfold just as they wanted them to…

At least, that was the plan. But as soon as he locked eyes with the newbie, once he opened the door and stepped inside, it was like something clicked inside the leader of this little gang of thieves.

And it was for two very clear reasons. The fist was the fact that the newbie was currently wearing nothing but a tight latex suit that would be far, far too easy to pick out amongst a crowd… And the other was the bomb that he held in his hands.

“MATT! DOWN!”

Dave shouted too late, as the bomb in the newbie’s hands quickly went off. It didn’t explode into fire and shrapnel, which was one kind of relief… But that didn’t mean that what happened was much better, especially considering their current situation.

Instead, what left that bomb was a thick smoke that quickly swallowed everything in the room. Making it utterly impossible for him to see anything. He could barely even see himself, that was how thick the smoke was. Not only that, but his eyelids were having trouble staying open after a few huffs of this strange smoke.

“Matt..!” He tried to cry out towards his partner as he waved some of the smoke from his face, all while backing away to try and get away from whatever might come in as well. The damn Rookie had set them up…

Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to get far. How could he tell? Well, the rushing onslaught of footsteps definitely played a part in that. Making it very clear that he was about to be surrounded. And from there, detained…

“Good work, Drone.”

A sensual yet punctual voice echoed through the mist, with a soft and delighted moan following. Damnit… Maybe Matt had been right. Maybe all of this really was connected…

Another sound echoed through the smoke. The sound of zippers being undone. A sound that sent shivers up Dave’s spine. What, were all these new cops made of latex or something..?

The smoke faded ever slightly, and Dave felt his heart sinking a bit further as he finally managed to catch a glimpse of Matt again. But once he did, he wished he hadn’t.

Because instead of being on his feet, or instead of being stuck on the ground, he was currently pressed up against one of those bitches…

The sound of a zipper being pulled back up filled the air, and Matt vanished underneath the latex once again. All while a good few of these horrid bitches approached him…

It was hard to truly make out what they looked like, due to the smoke that he had inhaled, but he could definitely make out what looked to be yellow tinted visors attached to helmets that gave no features away, and sensual bodies that were primarily black with a few blue highlights to emphasize where their joints were…

Which also made it easy for him to spot exactly where Matt was, in relation to the bitch’s actual body. He was pressed right up in between her breasts, and his crotch was dangerously close to hers. And though he couldn’t see her expression, he swore that the bitch radiated smug energy…

That was the last thing he was really able to see, before the smoke that he had inhaled before started to overwhelm him. Leaving him to quietly pass out…

Unable to do anything except curse the women that were surrounding him…

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A smell slowly started to force its way into Dave’s nose. A sweet fragrance. One that made his cheeks flush bright red. He wanted… He wanted a bit more of it. Just a little bit more. Was that not alright..?

Then the fragrance got stronger… Stronger… So strong that it was the only thing that he could possibly smell. And he still smelled it. As much as he possibly could. All while remaining between the border of conscious and unconscious…

Right up until the moment that he heard a laugh work its way into his ears, snapping him out of this trance entirely. All while gasping and panting, because he wanted no part in being used by some bitch…

And unfortunately, he probably should’ve stayed asleep. Because instead of finding himself in a cell, he found himself trapped in every way. The only thing he could well and truly move was his head, and there was nothing that he could see that was any kind of inspiring…

Around him was latex. Above him was the face of one of those masked cops that had gassed him and Matt. And below him, yet more latex. Not only that, but the latex that was around him was soft and squishy… He was pressed up against a pair of tits, that much he could tell beyond a shadow of a doubt.

“The thief has awoken.”

Looking forward, Dave was given yet another disgusting visual. A higher decorated bitch, given the medal attached right above her chest. And by her side, the rookie… Though, it was hard to tell that it was the rookie. All thanks to the gas mask that he now wore…

The only way that he could tell that it was him was because nobody else would dare stand next to one of these horrid bitches like that. Nobody, especially not a thief that prided themselves on being able to slip away from the law… Even if he had failed to do so.

“I have a name, you know. What, is this what the City does to criminals nowadays? Traps them in latex and expects them to stay put?” Dave snarked as he glared at the superior bitch. “I know how this goes. Once the public finds out how far you’re going to fight crime, they’ll start fighting back. Because they realize they’ll be next.”

He had seen it before. He had read it before. That’s how the City came to be in the first place. The last rulers were far too strict, and that resulted in this new regime…

“Merely preparation for complete domination.” The officer explained, as she carefully caressed the obedient drone at her side. “All men will be reduced to drones for the continued existence of the City. And all women will be converted into new officers. Maintaining the law in the City. Ensuring that it will last forever.” She explained, her own pride radiating from her voice. “You will be honored to serve us as well. Once you get a taste of what it means to be ours.”

Dave felt disgusted at what she was proposing, before he heard the sound of a moan at his side. And though he could just barely peek past the big latex tit around his head, he could see somebody else stuck in a situation just the same as him…

Indeed, there was Matt. His fellow thief. His partner in crime. Stuck in between a similarly huge pair of tits. Stuck in the same kind of latex suit that was keeping him pinned. But there was one key difference between the two at this point.

Dave was still resisting. Matt? He was moaning in delight. Moaning and sinking deeper and deeper into the latex that was pressing against him. It was like he was becoming part of the latex. Part of the force that seeked to oppress him…

“Damnit..! Snap out of it, Matt! You’re stronger than this..!” Dave cried out as he tried to struggle against the suit around him. Even if his limbs didn’t want to respond, even if they were content to be restricted by this tight substance, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to put up a good fight.

The superior officer simply just stared, though it was hard to read her expression given the full mask and visor getup. “Get the new drone his visor. And put this one back in processing until he starts moaning like a proper drone.”

Dave could feel the officer that had him pressed against her body saluting, before he heard the sound of a zipper being pulled again. And little by little, the light that had given him some hope of salvation started to vanish. On one hand, it meant that he wasn’t going to be taunted by the sight of his allies having fallen and how little of a chance he actually had to escape…

On the other, it meant that he was trapped back in the same dark place where he had been stuck before waking up. Stuck in this pungent, fragrant hole. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t even really hear aside from the sound of latex rubbing up against latex.

But what he could do, which was the part that frustrated him the most, was smell. And that meant that he was given a front row seat to all the overwhelming smells that were being produced by this disgusting bitch. This awful, awful… Awf.. ful..?

The more he smelled, the more his mind got clogged up. And it was incredibly fast too, to the point where his thoughts simply didn’t want to manifest. Instead, the only thing that he could mentally picture was…

Well, it was the woman that he was pressed up against. The latex-clad woman that had captured him. The woman that had stuffed him into her suit, and zipped it up so there was no way that he could possibly escape. This woman… this…

M-Mistress..? No, no that thought wasn’t allowed. He wasn’t going to bend his knee towards his oppressors. He just wanted to steal things, so that he could live a life that was as comfortable as it could be. But instead, this is what he got. A life where he couldn’t do anything except keep thinking of.. Of…

Shivers ran through the young man’s body as he tried to shake his head. But all he could do was simply keep thinking of Mistress. His black-clad Mistress. His latex-loving Mistress. The same Mistress that was…

P-petting him? It… It definitely felt as if his head was being caressed. But there’s no way that an officer would do something like that. Mistress was against thieves like him. Why would she…

A gasp left Dave’s… Drone’s mouth, as his eyes began to spiral. The more that his mind was being replaced, thanks to the thick fragrance that was invading him, the less he thought of himself. He couldn’t even really remember his name at this point.

All that was in his mind was his beloved Mistress. His Mistress, who would gladly treat him like the pet and the toy that he was. Something that filled him with utter delight. Something that filled him with so much happiness that he was about to burst. He wanted more of it. He wanted so, so much more of it…

But how could a Drone like him get that love? How could he be treated like the toy that he was meant to be? How could he be treated like the pet he was supposed to be? The Drone thought as hard as he could, all while inhaling more and more of that fragrance…

Only to let out a moan. That’s right. He knew exactly how to get that love. It was through obedience. It was through diligence. By being a good Drone, by listening to the orders given to him and carrying them out, then he could be rewarded with love. It was a surprisingly simple thing, but one that he hadn’t realized…

Until he had been filled with so, so much of the fragrance that eroded his mind, he never considered that obedience in and of itself could be so fulfilling. His independence was completely and utterly quashed after this, leaving him ready to be turned into an obedient drone…

It was at that point, where he finally understood everything, that the zipper that had trapped him within this latex suit was pulled down once again. Revealing his head, and allowing him to breathe in air…

Air that was nowhere near as good as the fragrance of his Mistress, prompting him to try and sink right back to where he had been released from…

Not that he got the chance to. His Mistress made sure of that. Grabbing him by the head, before something slipped onto his face. Something that immediately returned him to that wonderful environment that he had been overwhelmed by…

In. Out. In. Out. Steady breathing brought him back to a place of peace, as a smile slowly worked its way onto the lips hidden underneath the mask…

And once he was completely calm, he was barely able to notice the sound of a zipper being undone, and his body being freed from the tight prison it was meant to be stuck in. Not that he cared that much for the fact he had been freed…

No. He just simply stood there. Unaware of the other Drone standing at his side. Unaware of how they were breathing in sync. Unaware of what they were breathing in, at that. All that he knew was that he liked what he was breathing…

If he had bothered to glance down after being pulled out of his comfortable hole, he would’ve noticed how much he now resembled his Mistress. Not because he had been feminized, but rather because he was covered from head to toe in latex. That black, blue-highlighted substance, covering every single little inch. Leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not that he was allowed to use his imagination any longer. He had a duty now. A duty to serve and obey…

Which was why he saluted as soon as he saw his superior officer, just like the Drone at his side. Both of them were more than delighted to serve. That was their lone reason for existing. The only reason why they were even able to think. That was why they lived. The very core of their being!

“Drone conversion complete. You two will scout out more criminals. More unruly males. So that they can be converted as well. And if you find any females that seem fit for conversion, bring them. They will become wonderful enforcers of the City’s will.”

Just listening to the Superior Officer was enough to make their bodies tremble even more, as they both saluted and gasped in pure delight. Just the act of obedience was enough to nearly make them cum. Just the mere act of going along with what she wanted… Ahh…

There was nothing quite as comparable in this world. Nothing quite as delightful. And they were more than happy to help spread this feeling. Help spread this way of thinking.

After all.. Why should they be the only ones that were allowed to feel this way? Why should they be the only ones that were able to serve their Mistresses? The City wanted every Male to be just like them. Serving their Female superiors…

That was the Drones’ duty, one that filled them with glee…