This couldn’t be happening.

This could just not be happening!

Cindy was backed up against the wall of her roommates room, breathing rapidly as she watched the impossible unfold before her. She and her roommate had been watching cheesy horror movies all day and, with midnight rapidly approaching, Joy had popped in one that was “a little different.” BY a little different her friend clearly meant more raunchy than horror, as the movie seemed to be about a dominatrix imprisoning some poor helpless girl in her dungeon.

There had been much to enjoy about it, as Cindy and Joy had both dabbled in a few fetish club visits themselves over the couple years that they’d known each other, but nothing too major. Then, as the movie seemed to be winding down, Cindy had gotten up to go and grab a drink, just as the dominatrix in the picture had been monologuing to the audience. Something about finding more slaves for her playspace or some such thing. Cindy had giggled at the over dramatic dialogue, and paid it little mind.

Until she heard Joy scream.

Cindy had rushed back into the room, and seen the impossible. She had backed away, repeating over and over, “This isn’t happening!”

Cindy babbled to herself as she slowly backed away from the incredible, ludicrous, insane sight that greeted her eyes. Her best friend, Joy, was halfway inside her television. Not like into the set itself, but into the bloody show! What’s more, her body seemed to be almost entirely covered in some slick shiny black material that Cindy’s panicked brain eventually identified as latex. Cindy watched as an arm covered in the same material came into the room from the television, and gripped Joy’s rear to begin pulling her further in.

“No!” Cindy screamed, and leapt forward to her friend’s defence. She slapped at the arm, making it draw back for a moment, and began tugging and pulling on her friend. Joy’s cries had fallen silent. Well, not quite silent, she did still seem to be making some noise, but it was oddly muffled. Cindy couldn’t quite see the show anymore, what was happening to anything apart from Joy’s rear end and legs.

Then, just as she was beginning to draw more of Joy back into the room, the arm returned with a handful of liquid latex, which was thrown directly into Cindy’s chest. The girl let out a shriek as she felt the material writhe against her, devouring her clothes wherever it touched. Panicked now, she released Joy and tried desperately to claw her way free from the encircling latex. But her motions and desperate tearing at the material only served to spread it more rapidly to her arms and hands. As it completely covered her upper limbs she found them wrenched tightly behind her, the material fusing itself into something that was almost like an armbinder. Cindy shrieked again, hoping for someone to come and help them, and the latex swiftly launched itself up and into her mouth. More of it slithered down her legs, coating them rapidly as she struggled to get away.

A despairing moan was all that she managed as the latex solidified into a plug gag in her mouth, tendrils of it reaching out to lock into place around her jaw and head. More thickened around her throat, and Cindy groaned in terror as she felt the collar take form. Her wide, staring eyes were drawn back to the television, just in time to see Joy’s flailing foot be yanked into the screen. Cindy collapsed to her knees in front of the television, staring in disbelief.

The dominatrix from their cheesy horror show stood near to the POV shot. But the slave from before was hogtied on the couch, moaning from the vibrator they had seen her stick into her. But at her feet, in a sort of latex gimp suit and straight jacket combo, was Joy. Unmistakably it was her. She was staring up at the dominatrix in fear and lust, the leash from her collar clipped to the domme’s waist belt. The domme for her part was looking out of the television, directly at Cindy.

Cindy tried to shrink back and away, tried to scoot herself out of reach. But a single long arm, covered in latex, reached out from the television. The impossible act was then followed by the snick of a leash to Cindy’s collar. And then, bit by bit, the leash was pulled. Cindy came closer and closer to the television, her eyes wide in horror. And then, worst of all, rather than glass her forehead simply met empty air. Empty air, and a deep, satisfied chuckle.

“At long last,” the dominatrix crooned, “New playmates. It has been many years since my little trap has worked. Not many playmates choose it for their Halloween pleasure. But now, finally, I have two fresh souls to play with. Welcome, my slaves, to your new lives…”

Cindy and Joy screamed into their gags as the woman laughed…